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"You wouldn't believe it!" she called loudly to the small group of dragons in front of her. "It was massive! It was bigger than I am!" To better express her point, she threw her hands out to either side, startling a group of birds not far off.
"It was a battle fit for a fairytale. The courageous, cunning, creative
me versus a Wartoad
this big. It slashed at me with everything it had, but it was no match for the likes of moi. It gave me this scar," she lied. It was really only a game deer, but the dragons didn't know that. And the scar definitely wasn't from a large beast.
~
She was a restless hatchling. Everywhere she turned, she seemed to be taunted by the words: "You can't." "You can't eat that." "You can't go out." "You can't do that." They all irked her, but nothing more than the phrase she heard more than every other: "You can't
fly."
She hated being tied to the ground. The greatest dragons all soared to the skies, and she was one of The Greats. Nobody could convince her otherwise, as much as they tried, and one day she decided to prove that there was no better flier than she.
She snuck out one night, carrying nothing but her head held high. She climbed gracefully up a willow with her talons never slipping once (or so, she tells everyone). In a leap of faith, she spread her wings out and launched off of the platform of the tree. There was a moment of weightlessness before all she could feel were needles running up her side. She ignored it and hollered out of excitement. She flew!
It wasn't long before another dragon heard the ruckus, picked her up gingerly, and carried her back to the nest.
She tried to get out of the cell that encased her many times, but she was only scolded with, "Be still!"
That bothered her more than being told she couldn't fly.
Not being able to move left her with a lot of free time to think. After months of what seemed of planning and checkups and medicine, she composed a sketch of a machine that would become the most important part of her life.
Once she was well again, she ventured off to find everything she needed (and sometimes even stole things from other clan members). Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months until her contraption was complete.
~
She felt a slight wind change in her perfectly trained ears. "Best be off," she cheered to the dragons, tossing a satchel of meat into their hands. "The wind's a-blowing!"
She skipped her way back to the beautiful balloon she made herself and hopped in. As it took flight, a smile crept across her face.
Of course I can fly; I'm the best Bog around!
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"You wouldn't believe it!" she called loudly to the small group of dragons in front of her. "It was massive! It was bigger than I am!" To better express her point, she threw her hands out to either side, startling a group of birds not far off.
"It was a battle fit for a fairytale. The courageous, cunning, creative [i]me[/i] versus a Wartoad [i]this[/i] big. It slashed at me with everything it had, but it was no match for the likes of moi. It gave me this scar," she lied. It was really only a game deer, but the dragons didn't know that. And the scar definitely wasn't from a large beast.
~
She was a restless hatchling. Everywhere she turned, she seemed to be taunted by the words: "You can't." "You can't eat that." "You can't go out." "You can't do that." They all irked her, but nothing more than the phrase she heard more than every other: "You can't [i]fly.[/i]"
She hated being tied to the ground. The greatest dragons all soared to the skies, and she was one of The Greats. Nobody could convince her otherwise, as much as they tried, and one day she decided to prove that there was no better flier than she.
She snuck out one night, carrying nothing but her head held high. She climbed gracefully up a willow with her talons never slipping once (or so, she tells everyone). In a leap of faith, she spread her wings out and launched off of the platform of the tree. There was a moment of weightlessness before all she could feel were needles running up her side. She ignored it and hollered out of excitement. She flew!
It wasn't long before another dragon heard the ruckus, picked her up gingerly, and carried her back to the nest.
She tried to get out of the cell that encased her many times, but she was only scolded with, "Be still!"
That bothered her more than being told she couldn't fly.
Not being able to move left her with a lot of free time to think. After months of what seemed of planning and checkups and medicine, she composed a sketch of a machine that would become the most important part of her life.
Once she was well again, she ventured off to find everything she needed (and sometimes even stole things from other clan members). Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months until her contraption was complete.
~
She felt a slight wind change in her perfectly trained ears. "Best be off," she cheered to the dragons, tossing a satchel of meat into their hands. "The wind's a-blowing!"
She skipped her way back to the beautiful balloon she made herself and hopped in. As it took flight, a smile crept across her face. [I]Of course I can fly; I'm the best Bog around![/i]
[Size=1][size=1]Lore written by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=168546]Everyone.[/url][/size]
