Creative Corner

No replies please. ♥ A storybook thread of writings based around my clan and the dragons within it. I'll add random posts here and there. Just whenever I feel like it, really. ----- [br] [center][font=century][size=7][color=green]Gladehaven Gallery[/size][/color] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2103505][img]https://i.imgur.com/ilbGxlw.png[/img][/url] [size=3][color=green]A collection of short stories and happenings within the Gladehaven.[/color][/size] [size=4][color=black] Across the Everbloom Gardens, through the puddle riddled Gladeveins and into the depths of the Shrieking Wilds, a healthy, growing clan resides peacefully. There's a twinkle in the small amounts of sunlight that falls through the trees of their territory, filling giant tree-house-like nests with warmth and comfort. Each breed of dragon makes their homes in the large, looming ancients. Water from a nearby spring trickles all around the Gladehaven, into and out of their domain, forever providing soft, relaxing noises. The clan is hidden perfectly, safe from most eyes unless they are looking, though the dragons here still catch a stranger or two now and again. In the distance, the clan Patriarch Orik, descends upon the thick canopy of trees, carefully making his way through the branches as best he can without causing much disruption. His bulk makes it hard, but he's grown rather used to being large and ungraceful. In his claws, he clutches items from his outing in the Gardens. Close behind, descending not long after, is Arya, the Matriarch. Her smaller Tundra self much more effectively dives through the plant life without making a scene of it. She too carries goodies and the two dragons make their way to the center of the territory where their hoard resides inside a cave, hidden behind a curtain of vines and flowering branches. When Orik first met Arya, Arya had lived in a cave much like this one. She was all alone and without any real start to her own life. But Orik came alone and their growth since has been immense. Orik recounts their first days there and smiles fondly, a toothy grin of an expression, one that only Guardians are capable of. Arya laughs at his jagged, scary face, only shaking her head. She isn't sure what he's grinning over, but she's glad that the looming Guardian is her own. Their strength as a pair is great and looking out from the cave entrance, Arya finds herself recounting her own memories of their first days together. Happiness ripples through her and she leans herself against her mate's large foreleg. They sit together and watch dragons of their clan bustle about. Some are quiet, some are loud. All are family. ----- [font=century][color=forestgreen][size=6]The Beginning: In The Gladeveins[/size][/color] [size=3][color=darkgreen]How the clan became to be.[/color] [url=https://www.deviantart.com/art/ftu-plant-like-divider-676866184][img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/60cb/f/2017/114/d/b/swirly_divider_by_snowbellss-db6zlag.png[/img][/url] [img]https://orig00.deviantart.net/ca73/f/2017/114/6/8/swirly_divider_flipped_by_snowbellss-db6zojy.png[/img] [color=black][size=4] The day was warm and breezy, inviting of chatter and excited wingbeats from the young dragons who would be visiting the other regions of the Viridian Labyrinth for the first time that morning. One particularly hopeful and insightful Guardian male, by the name of Orik, waited patiently as he thought of what life he would choose for himself. The last batch of Nature hatchlings had come of age and were now faced with a very important decision. Branch out and form their own Clan, or choose to join another if the opportunity arose. Orik’s own mother had hoped that he would find his own way, always laying on the pressure of becoming a great dragon of importance, leading his Clan with understanding and nurture, while holding his own firmly in the same sense. Orik was never sure of himself in that manner. He’d always assumed he would be adopted into a clan, like most other dragons were. But on that morning, something new and fantastic would be forged by the flicker of movement underneath one of the many waterfalls of the Gladeveins. As the group of fledglings moved ahead without him, Orik’s eyes fixed on the water falling heavily into a nearby pool. He edged closer, weary and unsure, sensing a presence on the other side of the aquatic curtain. Closer the green Guardian crept, standing out against the cool blue of the water around his feet. A few moments passed, and just as Orik was ready to brush off the odd feeling, a deep caribbean nose burst from the water, sending a splash of cold across Orik’s muzzle. In surprise, the poor male fell back, soaking himself in the pool. A soft chitter of a giggle could be heard from behind as the dragon pulled himself up to stand, shaking off the water. As he turned, a little flustered and annoyed, he saw a beautiful blue Tundra female, her fur soaked from playing in the water pools. It was an odd place to find a Tundra, Orik thought, but she was all alone and smiling a toothy grin. [b]“I am Arya,”[/b] she spoke, bowing her head politely. And so began Orik’s new life, the group of fledgling’s ahead of him completely forgotten. . . . . . . . . Living inside the expansive cave behind Arya’s waterfall, Orik and Arya began their protection over the Gladepools in their territory. Arya sparked a new passion in Orik, that of respecting the Gladekeeper’s gift that is their precious homeland. As their clan grew, Arya and Orik spread their knowledge in nurturing the land and helping it to thrive. Dragon’s of the Gladepool Nurturers make homes in the trees around the pools and practice their understanding of nature and it’s properties to grow stronger each day. Each type of dragon brings a new understanding when welcomed, keeping a delicate balance to the harmony that Orik and Arya maintain. ----- [u][font=century][size=4][color=forestgreen]Further Contents: [/u] [font=century][size=7][color=forestgreen][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2332893/1#post_36656276]To Depart[/size][/color][/url] [size=3][color=green]The decision to move from the Gladeveins.

[center][font=century][size=6]T[/size][size=4]he sun was shining brightly one morning as Artio sniffed and pampered a bed of roses planted alongside Vivecca's gardens. The large blue guardian gave a quiet nod when the pearlcatcher had come into view. The two females didn't exchange many words in the mornings, simply because they saved their words for the plants. [b]"Good morning, lovelies,"[/b] Artio cooed, examining the mature blooms of a lily shoot, the broad leaves brushing against her forelegs as she reached. She felt a pang of sadness from them and put her watering can to good use, showering the flowers in a nice drink of water. [b]"There we go, water to raise your spirits, and your leaves. Ah, looks like this one is ready for picking." [/b] She used her sharp claw to quickly cut the stem of a rose and placed it in a basket strapped to her hip, among other blooms that were ready to be made into another of her wonderful bouquets. Just as Artio was about to turn her attention to the newly blooming bed of Carnaval Tulips, a scent drifted past her nose in the air that she didn't recognize. A dragon, male, who smelled of roses. That much she could tell, which alarmed her to the fact that he must spend a lot of time around them. She turned her head in the direction that the scent came from and her ears perked slightly. At the edge of the gardens, a tundra sat, all white like herself and beautiful in his own, masculine way. Once he saw that she had noticed him and wasn't busy, he stepped forward confidently, nodding to Vivecca as he passed her. The scent of roses became ever stronger as the tundra approached, to Artio's surprise. His voice was calm and even when he spoke. [b] "Hello, my dear. Sorry to intrude, I mean no harm. I've spoken with your clan's patriarch some time ago about visiting a time or two. I've heard many wonderful words about your florist talents and I needed to come see for myself. Ah, excuse me, I've forgotten my manners. I'm Ivan. I hope that you are indeed Artio, yes?" [/b] The poor little pearlcatcher didn't know what to say. Her heart raced as she sat longer and longer without replying. She wasn't used to receiving so many kind words from strangers. And it didn't help that [i]this[/i] stranger was stunning. The scent of her favorite flower was enough to make her admire him for ages. After another moment or two, she had to shake her head to find her words. [b]"U-uhm, yes, Artio. That's me! I'm so glad that you've heard such kindness in my favor. I wasn't really aware that so many spoke of my little crafts."[/b] [b]"Oh, but dear! Not just crafts! Your arrangements are beautiful pieces of art. You should be sending them off, all over Sornieth." [/b] While he spoke, Ivan walked around the pearlcatcher to admire the rose bed behind her. They were in full bloom, as it was mid-spring and the weather had been favorable for them, however Vivecca was the one responsible for their well-being. Artio only visited and watered them when she harvested blooms for her work. She followed his movements and for the first time, admired the red scarf and feathers he wore. He truly was a very handsome fellow. Artio had never really considered many males in her clan to be attractive in such a way yet. [b]"What flower do you enjoy best?"[/b] He asked suddenly, throwing her from her thoughts again. It took her another moment to reply as she thought of all the kinds she had used before. [b]"I do really love the Dayglo Thresh. The glow it puts off is warm and it makes me smile. But pink roses would definitely be my second favorite."[/b] Ivan smiled and eyed her as she answered, which made her a little nervous. She'd never really been considered by the males in her clan any more than she had considered them. It felt odd to be looked at in such a fashion. [b]"I have a wonderful collection of flowers, if you'd like to come visit,"[/b] he offered, making her eyes light up. [b]"Oh, really? What kinds? What colors? I'd love to expand our beds here but we don't really have the extra space yet and--ah..yes, I'd love to come."[/b] Ivan's smile grew and he began to walk away, beckoning her with his paw. Artio hadn't expected to leave so soon, but she followed eagerly anyway, catching a playful grin from Vivecca on the way out of the gardens. [b]"Oh! But first, if you don't mind, I've got to take this back to my nest. They need water,"[/b] the pearlcatcher pointed out, gesturing to the flowers she'd harvested. Ivan gave a little chuckle and nodded, pushing her forward to lead the way. With a small blush dusting her cheeks, Artio smiled and babbled on about flowers with Ivan as they walked. ----- [font=century][size=4] Vivecca was tending to a row of Cindermint when Alaria came sauntering into her gardens. Her heartbeat quickened when the guardian approached, offering her a Black Tulip. The sweet aroma of the flower softened Vivecca's anxiety and she plucked it from Alaria's grasp, the other guardian having been holding it in her mouth. Vivecca blushed bashfully as she turned away to munch on the yummy bloom. [b]"Good morning, Viv,"[/b] Alaria greeted afterward, giving a sweet smile. [b]"Did you see Artio leaving with that new fellow? I've never seen him before. She looked awfully excited." [/b] Vivecca grinned at the use of Alaria's nickname for her and nodded, plucking weeds away from the row of Cindermint. [b]"His name is Ivan. I've heard talk of him before. Apparently, he's quite the charmer. And from what I know, simply adores his flowerbeds full of roses. I think they'll get along nicely. Artio will be pleasantly surprised."[/b] The two dragons giggled and despite being known for not ever wanting to get dirty, Alaria set aside her flashy apparels to help Vivecca with her gardening for the morning. ----- [center][font=century][size=4] Plants mentioned: [item=cindermint] [item=carnaval tulip] [item=dayglo thresh] [item=pale pink rose] [font=century][size=5][color=darkred]Dragons Featured: @KageAyama 's Ivan [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31571676] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/315717/31571676_350.png[/img] [/url]

[center][font=century][color=black] Part One [b][size=6]"L[/size][size=4]adies and gentledragons, step on up, come on in! Drop in your donation and have a seat inside! Magical and mysterious wonders await you!" [/b] [size=4] Charlie, a little fae with a big personality, eyed the towering guardian female that was shouting outside of a smallish tent. Her voice wasn’t obnoxious but smooth like honey and the tent was colorful and round, with a big pointed cone of a center reaching into the sky above. Charlie was intrigued. He’d never come across anything like this in his exploring. What exactly...is it, even? [b]“Ah, you there! How are you sir? Care to join everyone here for a spectacular show?” [/b] The guardian had spotted him lingering while she ushered in a skydancer who’d just dropped a handful of treasure into a black top hat that the guardian was holding. [b]“Uh...sorry, uhm...a show?” [/b] Suddenly the female was draping a large wing over him, sweeping his much smaller body to the side while opening the entrance flap. It took him a moment to catch his breath after being startled like so. [b]“You see, friend? It’s a magic show, dear, and a very magical one indeed. The Magnificent Moonstone is tricking up an uproar of a crowd. You can join in too, but--”[/b] she cut herself off, letting the tent door fall again, [b]“only for a generous donation.” [/b] Charlie eyed her suspiciously, not really sure what to think. She seemed charming enough, and her eyes batted at him almost seductively. She held out the top hat for him and it took him another minute to decide he had nothing to lose besides a few treasure. He produced a little pouch and dropped ten treasure pieces into the top hat. The guardian exploded with a melodic laugh and thanked him before sweeping him inside the tent. After his eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness, he looked all around at the other dragons waiting anxiously for their promised show. There were more than he expected, of all different breeds. He lifted himself into the air and fluttered down to seat himself beside a pair of dragons who chattered excitedly. [b]“Do you think they’ll use their actual powers?” [/b]The wildclaw asked the fae. The smaller dragon just shrugged, as if he were bored already. [b]“I think it’s a big hoax. Why’d you have to get us dragged into this? It was a waste of treasure.” [/b] Just then, a ring of lights began to come to life, surrounding a stage in the middle of the tent. All the talking inside hushed slowly and all eyes were focused downward. No one was on the stage. In fact, nothing was there besides a black top hat that looked rather similar to the one the guardian at the entrance had been holding. A few moments dragged by and the atmosphere in the room became very tense. Charlie began to wonder if this magician would even show when a bright light erupted from under the hat, causing him to squint from behind his hand. There was an odd sound, like that of ice crystals forming in the winter. The temperature in the tent dropped and a cold mist began to spills out from under the hat. It reached for the feet of the dragons closest to the stage, causing them to shrink back a little. Charlie’s eyes widened as he watched the mist fill the tent. There was so much of it eventually that he began to shiver and he could no longer see the stage. [b]“Welcome, all, my generous and curious friends. Prepare to be amazed.” [/b] The new voice was lower but still feminine. Charlie began to feel the first pangs of fear for a moment, before he could make out the shadow of a dragon inside the mist, center staged. From what he could see, it looked like another wildclaw. More sounds of ice filled the room and Charlie swallowed hard. What had he gotten himself into? ----- [center][font=century] Dragons Featured: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43321176] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/433212/43321176_350.png[/img] [/url]