Creative Corner

2712

October 28, 2018 10:18:07

A cold goodbye

"Are you sure? It'll be a long journey..."
"I know."
"...Oh..."

The two dragons remained silent, not entirely sure if any words spoken now would be the right ones. Benny grumbled a little and gave the metal clasp on Theeja's armor a firm tug, fidgeting with the straps until they sat against the Ridgeback's hide just right. "Why are you upset?"

The Tundra slightly tilted his head and gave his mate a scowl. "Really, Theeja? Why am I upset? You're leaving. Off on some grand journey into the Gods only know where, and you don't even seem to care how much that hurts me," Benny snarled, giving another set of straps a sharp tug. "How come I am to stay here this time?" The Tundra then mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

"We're heading for the Sea of a Thousand Currents. I want you to stay here because I know I'm not coming back," came the Ridgeback's low, definitive answer. Neither dragon moved for a moment. After a long silence, the Tundra sighed, giving his mate's claw a gentle tap.

"I know."

•••

Benny watched in silence as the group left the lair. There hadn't been a loving embrace, no words of regret or sorrow. No tears, no mess. As Theeja had always been. Sometimes he wondered if she had ever truly loved him. He figured it best not to dwell on it.

Clan members that have left the lair:

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

Last edited on Nov 03, 2018 07:05:11 by Sharkra

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Hard at work or hardly working[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=43590200]Herz[/url]. Herz... HERZ. [b]HERZ WAKE UP[/b]--" Two bright green eyes leered at [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=43124634]the little Spiral[/url] as he began jumping on top of his previously-slumbering friend. "If you don't stop that right now I will [i]eat[/i] you," the Guardian rumbled, sleepily adjusting her hat as she shifted. "What do you want?" The Spiral squeaked and chirped, bouncing around and chewing on the Guardian's frills. "Nothing, really. Just bored-- didn't see you out in the lair so I came to see if you were hiding from me," he replied. Poppy shrieked as Herz rolled over, throwing the Spiral off her back. "I spent FOUR days training apprentices. FOUR days, Poppy," the Guardian rumbled, trapping the Spiral's tail under a claw as he tried to squirm out of Herz' reach, the Guardian leaning in to his height. "And you thought it a good idea to wake me?" Poppy's ears went flat and the jester managed a sheepish smile. "...Yes?" A muted shriek accompanied by a flurry of bell jingles rung through the valley as the Spiral was forcefully flung out of the Guardian's den. Herz rolled over, crawling back under her blanket of leaves, going back to her dreams about cute little apprentices running around the Ghostlight Ruins.

Sharkra

2712

November 03, 2018 07:42:21

Hard at work or hardly working

"Herz. Herz... HERZ. HERZ WAKE UP--"

Two bright green eyes leered at the little Spiral as he began jumping on top of his previously-slumbering friend. "If you don't stop that right now I will eat you," the Guardian rumbled, sleepily adjusting her hat as she shifted. "What do you want?"

The Spiral squeaked and chirped, bouncing around and chewing on the Guardian's frills. "Nothing, really. Just bored-- didn't see you out in the lair so I came to see if you were hiding from me," he replied. Poppy shrieked as Herz rolled over, throwing the Spiral off her back. "I spent FOUR days training apprentices. FOUR days, Poppy," the Guardian rumbled, trapping the Spiral's tail under a claw as he tried to squirm out of Herz' reach, the Guardian leaning in to his height. "And you thought it a good idea to wake me?" Poppy's ears went flat and the jester managed a sheepish smile. "...Yes?"

A muted shriek accompanied by a flurry of bell jingles rung through the valley as the Spiral was forcefully flung out of the Guardian's den. Herz rolled over, crawling back under her blanket of leaves, going back to her dreams about cute little apprentices running around the Ghostlight Ruins.

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Thunderstruck[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"Where have you been? You reek of dust and-- [i]OW[/i]!" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]Esper[/url] and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=3173693]Ricki[/url] chuckled, watching Sharkra squirm after the Wildclaw had nudged her. The Tundra flustered and ruffled her fur, struggling to flatten it. "Dragons have discovered a new coliseum area. It's full of sand and cool new critters," the Wildclaw chattered, waving her claws as she spoke. "There's cool new trinkets and tasty food and whatnot-- look what I found." Ricki dropped a satchel in front of the Tundra, who curiously reached inside the bag to examine some of the new items. "The lightning is relentless over the savanna," the Guardian rumbled. "It is no place for Tundra dragons. Your manes would stand on end for the rest of your life." Esper chuckled to herself, Sharkra's angry reaction only making the Guardian laugh harder. "Ah, yes. I almost forgot. New friends have joined us in our journey home," Esper rumbled, slightly stepping aside to reveal friendly looking Beasts. -------------------------- [center][font=arial][size=2]New Beast allies: [item=Raptorik Herder][item=Falconclaw Warrior][item=Plainstrider Bard][/center]

Sharkra

2712

November 12, 2018 05:19:31

Thunderstruck

"Where have you been? You reek of dust and-- OW!"

Esper and Ricki chuckled, watching Sharkra squirm after the Wildclaw had nudged her. The Tundra flustered and ruffled her fur, struggling to flatten it.

"Dragons have discovered a new coliseum area. It's full of sand and cool new critters," the Wildclaw chattered, waving her claws as she spoke. "There's cool new trinkets and tasty food and whatnot-- look what I found." Ricki dropped a satchel in front of the Tundra, who curiously reached inside the bag to examine some of the new items.

"The lightning is relentless over the savanna," the Guardian rumbled. "It is no place for Tundra dragons. Your manes would stand on end for the rest of your life." Esper chuckled to herself, Sharkra's angry reaction only making the Guardian laugh harder. "Ah, yes. I almost forgot. New friends have joined us in our journey home," Esper rumbled, slightly stepping aside to reveal friendly looking Beasts.

New Beast allies:

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Frigid[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"What seems to be the problem, old man?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=38226]Nenys[/url] slightly turned to look over his shoulder, greeting the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]large Guardian[/url] with a small nod. "Hello, Esper. Thank you for coming," the old Tundra replied, sitting a little more upright. "I find worries clouding my mind-- the cause not so much a problem, but more of a... Hm, words to describe it seem to evade my mind." Esper rumbled, lowering her head to the Tundra's height. "Looks like that's becoming more of a trend these days, huh old man," the large dragon rumbled, though her tone was not inherently rude. The old dragon huffed and waved a paw dismissively. "I did not ask you to come and mock me. I want you to speak with the newcomer. Whenever I venture near him to introduce myself I feel all my warmth immediately leave my body. It is highly unpleasant, as if one went for a swim around the Frigid Floes." Esper had quietly listened, standing straight as she followed the Tundra's gaze. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=38129612]A lone Wildclaw[/url] sat idly near the lair's entrance, absently rolling around a pebble at his feet. Even from a distance, the Guardian could see the cold aura surrounding the dragon, and it sent a brief shiver down her spine. "Alright. I'll go talk to him." The Wildclaw slightly perked as he heard the larger dragon approach, shifting a little so he was sitting upright. His dark eyes curiously studied the Guardian, though he made no inclination to get up and greet her. Every step towards the Wildclaw felt like a steep decline in temperature, and Esper found herself shivering as she was a tail's length away from him. "Hello," the Guardian rumbled, trying her best to look stoic despite the increasing cold. The Wildclaw remained silent. Esper quietly rumbled. "What is your name? Where are you from?" The Guardian slightly backed away as the Wildclaw got to his feet, toying with the pebble in his claw. He vaguely stroked his free claw over his chest, then motioned towards the lair entrance. Esper frowned, tilting her head a little. "Can you speak?" she tried, growing uneasy under the dark gaze boring into her. Suddenly, vivid images of the Southern Icefield flashed through Esper's mind, the coldness surrounding her growing stronger. The visions began to tear and change, the peaceful lands becoming grotesque and frightening landscapes, dark and ominous. The Guardian shook herself from the induced trance, stumbling a little as she tried to regain herself. "Your home... was it destroyed?" Esper tried after a moment. The Wildclaw slowly nodded. "...Poor child," the Guardian sighed. "Stay here. The Crumbling Keep has enough room for one more."

Sharkra

2712

November 21, 2018 02:47:24

Frigid

"What seems to be the problem, old man?"

Nenys slightly turned to look over his shoulder, greeting the large Guardian with a small nod. "Hello, Esper. Thank you for coming," the old Tundra replied, sitting a little more upright. "I find worries clouding my mind-- the cause not so much a problem, but more of a... Hm, words to describe it seem to evade my mind." Esper rumbled, lowering her head to the Tundra's height. "Looks like that's becoming more of a trend these days, huh old man," the large dragon rumbled, though her tone was not inherently rude.

The old dragon huffed and waved a paw dismissively. "I did not ask you to come and mock me. I want you to speak with the newcomer. Whenever I venture near him to introduce myself I feel all my warmth immediately leave my body. It is highly unpleasant, as if one went for a swim around the Frigid Floes." Esper had quietly listened, standing straight as she followed the Tundra's gaze.

A lone Wildclaw sat idly near the lair's entrance, absently rolling around a pebble at his feet. Even from a distance, the Guardian could see the cold aura surrounding the dragon, and it sent a brief shiver down her spine. "Alright. I'll go talk to him."

The Wildclaw slightly perked as he heard the larger dragon approach, shifting a little so he was sitting upright. His dark eyes curiously studied the Guardian, though he made no inclination to get up and greet her. Every step towards the Wildclaw felt like a steep decline in temperature, and Esper found herself shivering as she was a tail's length away from him.

"Hello," the Guardian rumbled, trying her best to look stoic despite the increasing cold. The Wildclaw remained silent. Esper quietly rumbled. "What is your name? Where are you from?" The Guardian slightly backed away as the Wildclaw got to his feet, toying with the pebble in his claw. He vaguely stroked his free claw over his chest, then motioned towards the lair entrance. Esper frowned, tilting her head a little. "Can you speak?" she tried, growing uneasy under the dark gaze boring into her.

Suddenly, vivid images of the Southern Icefield flashed through Esper's mind, the coldness surrounding her growing stronger. The visions began to tear and change, the peaceful lands becoming grotesque and frightening landscapes, dark and ominous. The Guardian shook herself from the induced trance, stumbling a little as she tried to regain herself. "Your home... was it destroyed?" Esper tried after a moment. The Wildclaw slowly nodded. "...Poor child," the Guardian sighed. "Stay here. The Crumbling Keep has enough room for one more."

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]It is time[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=108134]Esper[/url]?" The Guardian slowly raised her head upon being addressed. "Yes? What is it [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=38226]Nenys[/url]?" Esper cautiously wandered over to where the Tundra was waiting for her. "It is time, my dear," the old dragon replied. "We must go." Esper lowered her eyes. "I understand." She sat down on the cold, stone floor, head hanging a little as she watched the dusty Tundra and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=38227]his mate[/url]. They sat side by side, tails entwined, muted pink eyes looking up at the Guardian. "I lay the fate of our clan in your claws now. Never before have I trusted so strongly in another dragon to watch over the family we've built. I know you will keep them save, Esper," the Tundra smiled. Esper nodded solemnly. "I promise you Nenys. I will." "Good." The old dragon slightly turned to look at his mate. "What's on your mind, my dear? You've been awfully quiet." The Skydancer softly huffed. "All words have been spoken. I trust Esper as much as you do." Nenys smiled. "I am glad." The Guardian watched in silence as the two dragons began their journey into the dark. The narrow tunnel lead deep, deep into the earth, far away from Sornieth's influences. They would sleep there. The slumber spell the old Arcane dragons had spent years on was finally perfected. Esper was to guard them and the clan they left behind. Esper did as she was instructed. Sealing off the tunnel's entrance was all there was left for her to do. ----------------- [center][font=arial][size=2]Clan members that have left the lair: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38226][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/383/38226.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38227][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/383/38227.png[/img] [/url][/center]

Sharkra

2712

December 04, 2018 02:12:37

It is time

"Esper?"

The Guardian slowly raised her head upon being addressed. "Yes? What is it Nenys?" Esper cautiously wandered over to where the Tundra was waiting for her.

"It is time, my dear," the old dragon replied. "We must go." Esper lowered her eyes. "I understand." She sat down on the cold, stone floor, head hanging a little as she watched the dusty Tundra and his mate. They sat side by side, tails entwined, muted pink eyes looking up at the Guardian.

"I lay the fate of our clan in your claws now. Never before have I trusted so strongly in another dragon to watch over the family we've built. I know you will keep them save, Esper," the Tundra smiled. Esper nodded solemnly. "I promise you Nenys. I will."

"Good." The old dragon slightly turned to look at his mate. "What's on your mind, my dear? You've been awfully quiet." The Skydancer softly huffed. "All words have been spoken. I trust Esper as much as you do." Nenys smiled. "I am glad."

The Guardian watched in silence as the two dragons began their journey into the dark. The narrow tunnel lead deep, deep into the earth, far away from Sornieth's influences. They would sleep there. The slumber spell the old Arcane dragons had spent years on was finally perfected. Esper was to guard them and the clan they left behind.

Esper did as she was instructed. Sealing off the tunnel's entrance was all there was left for her to do.

Clan members that have left the lair:

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]I did it, Bee![/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]There the sound of the ruffle of many wings outside, accompanied by the soft pattering of light feet. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=46206669]Banished[/url] slowly opened her eyes, immediately squinting as their bright sheen gave her a headache. She didn't want any visitors, she just wanted to sleep-- "Hi Bee!" -- too late. "Bee! Bee, I did it!" The Ridgeback rumbled, sounding agitated enough to make [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=45688741]her tiny visitor[/url] stop at the den's entrance. The Spiral lowered his ears, nervously fidgeting his paws. "... I only wanted to tell you that I've passed the warrior training. I'm going to help with training dragons-- and I managed to beat a Wartoad, too!!" The Spiral patiently awaited the Ridgeback's reaction, only to slowly lower his eyes. "...Sorry for bothering you," Simon sighed, turning to leave back into the tunnel he'd come from. Banished had silently listened the whole time, head pressed against the wall in front of her, the cool rock slightly numbing the headache. The Ridgeback had managed a small smile overtime, yet her silence had chased the Spiral away. Again. The Ridgeback closed her eyes and cried in silence.

Sharkra

2712

December 07, 2018 23:38:19

I did it, Bee!

There the sound of the ruffle of many wings outside, accompanied by the soft pattering of light feet. Banished slowly opened her eyes, immediately squinting as their bright sheen gave her a headache. She didn't want any visitors, she just wanted to sleep-- "Hi Bee!" -- too late.

"Bee! Bee, I did it!" The Ridgeback rumbled, sounding agitated enough to make her tiny visitor stop at the den's entrance. The Spiral lowered his ears, nervously fidgeting his paws. "... I only wanted to tell you that I've passed the warrior training. I'm going to help with training dragons-- and I managed to beat a Wartoad, too!!" The Spiral patiently awaited the Ridgeback's reaction, only to slowly lower his eyes. "...Sorry for bothering you," Simon sighed, turning to leave back into the tunnel he'd come from.

Banished had silently listened the whole time, head pressed against the wall in front of her, the cool rock slightly numbing the headache. The Ridgeback had managed a small smile overtime, yet her silence had chased the Spiral away. Again. The Ridgeback closed her eyes and cried in silence.

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]History[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]Esper[/url] had been patiently waiting. The old Guardian sat motionlessly at the lair's entrance, accompanied by two other dragons. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=42534235]The small Tundra[/url] had been quiet ever since the three of them sat down in the grass, eyes fixed on the tunnel that led into the valley. Soft scratching noises came from Esper's other side, where [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=36144540]Keeper[/url] was silently carving something out of a piece of wood. The dragons they were waiting for had been gone the entire week. Not a word had been heard since they set out on their journey, which wasn't unusual for the Coliseum trainers, but the Guardian couldn't help but worry for her family. She trusted Ricki enough to go out on her own, but Simon was young and inexperienced. The two had been tasked with preparing hordes of eager dragons for exaltation, in which they would serve the Earthshaker. After what seemed like hours of waiting, the three dragons perked to the sound of footsteps. There was some muffled chattering accompanying the labored dragging of clawed feet, and before long two dragons appeared at the tunnel's entrance. "FINALLY. Oh man, I can't believe we've actually made it back," [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=3173693]Ricki[/url] sighed. The Wildclaw hopped off the stone platform and slowly glided down to where Esper and the others were sitting. Ricki dropped into the grass and groaned. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=45688741]Simon[/url] had loosely wrapped himself around the Wildclaw's neck and slowly squirmed out from underneath her, sprawling out in the grass. "Whew! Hi Esper!" the Spiral weakly waved up at the Guardian, who produced a rumbly chuckle in return. After a thorough examination and various recovery spells, both Keeper and Kayleigh left Esper with the two trainers. "So," the Guardian began. "How did it go?" The three had moved to sit under one of the many acacia trees, enjoying the shade it provided. The Spiral scratched himself under the chin and briefly ruffled his wings. "It was a lot more tiring than I'd expected, to be honest. But I'm glad Ricki was there to help me out." The Wildclaw grinned and pinched Simon's cheeks. "Hehe, aww, you sentimental little ribbon!" The Spiral weakly flailed at Ricki's grip and squeaked softly. "Oh yeah, almost forgot," the Wildclaw then said, releasing the poor Spiral's snout to rummage around her satchels. "We found this on our way home. Figured you could do something with it." Ricki carefully took hold of the mystery object and set it down in the grass between Esper's arms. The Guardian rumbled in surprise. "You've found an egg," she said, carefully taking the little thing in her claws. "I TOLD you it wasn't a rock!" Simon hissed at the Wildclaw, giving her a weak shove. Esper quietly rumbled as she gently moved the egg between her claws. "This one moves with the earth," she said. "He is a courageous one." Ricki squinted. "I never believed that nonsense of yours. You just makin' this up?" The Guardian smiled and slowly shook her head. "I may not be born under Tidelord's sign, but I do possess a small gift of foresight," the old dragon chuckled. Then, as if responding to an unseen sign, the egg between Esper's claws began to twitch. Movement could be felt through the porous shell, and it didn't take long for pieces to start falling off. Ricki and Simon curiously inched closer, quietly watching as a little hatchling began to claw its way out of the shell. The baby dragon cried and sputtered as it clambered into the world, shivering under the cold air. Esper instinctively discarded the broken shell and leaned in to clean the little hatchling. "Welcome, little one. You will grow up to make history." ---------------------------- [center][size=2][font=arial]New clan member: [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/476948/47694727.png[/img][/center]

Sharkra

2712

December 16, 2018 02:22:51

History

Esper had been patiently waiting. The old Guardian sat motionlessly at the lair's entrance, accompanied by two other dragons. The small Tundra had been quiet ever since the three of them sat down in the grass, eyes fixed on the tunnel that led into the valley. Soft scratching noises came from Esper's other side, where Keeper was silently carving something out of a piece of wood.

The dragons they were waiting for had been gone the entire week. Not a word had been heard since they set out on their journey, which wasn't unusual for the Coliseum trainers, but the Guardian couldn't help but worry for her family. She trusted Ricki enough to go out on her own, but Simon was young and inexperienced. The two had been tasked with preparing hordes of eager dragons for exaltation, in which they would serve the Earthshaker.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, the three dragons perked to the sound of footsteps. There was some muffled chattering accompanying the labored dragging of clawed feet, and before long two dragons appeared at the tunnel's entrance.

"FINALLY. Oh man, I can't believe we've actually made it back," Ricki sighed. The Wildclaw hopped off the stone platform and slowly glided down to where Esper and the others were sitting. Ricki dropped into the grass and groaned. Simon had loosely wrapped himself around the Wildclaw's neck and slowly squirmed out from underneath her, sprawling out in the grass. "Whew! Hi Esper!" the Spiral weakly waved up at the Guardian, who produced a rumbly chuckle in return.

After a thorough examination and various recovery spells, both Keeper and Kayleigh left Esper with the two trainers. "So," the Guardian began. "How did it go?" The three had moved to sit under one of the many acacia trees, enjoying the shade it provided. The Spiral scratched himself under the chin and briefly ruffled his wings. "It was a lot more tiring than I'd expected, to be honest. But I'm glad Ricki was there to help me out." The Wildclaw grinned and pinched Simon's cheeks. "Hehe, aww, you sentimental little ribbon!" The Spiral weakly flailed at Ricki's grip and squeaked softly.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot," the Wildclaw then said, releasing the poor Spiral's snout to rummage around her satchels. "We found this on our way home. Figured you could do something with it." Ricki carefully took hold of the mystery object and set it down in the grass between Esper's arms. The Guardian rumbled in surprise. "You've found an egg," she said, carefully taking the little thing in her claws. "I TOLD you it wasn't a rock!" Simon hissed at the Wildclaw, giving her a weak shove.

Esper quietly rumbled as she gently moved the egg between her claws. "This one moves with the earth," she said. "He is a courageous one." Ricki squinted. "I never believed that nonsense of yours. You just makin' this up?" The Guardian smiled and slowly shook her head. "I may not be born under Tidelord's sign, but I do possess a small gift of foresight," the old dragon chuckled.

Then, as if responding to an unseen sign, the egg between Esper's claws began to twitch. Movement could be felt through the porous shell, and it didn't take long for pieces to start falling off. Ricki and Simon curiously inched closer, quietly watching as a little hatchling began to claw its way out of the shell. The baby dragon cried and sputtered as it clambered into the world, shivering under the cold air. Esper instinctively discarded the broken shell and leaned in to clean the little hatchling.

"Welcome, little one. You will grow up to make history."

New clan member:

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

Last edited on Dec 16, 2018 07:17:07 by Sharkra

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Put that back[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"But-- I'm ready! I can handle myself!" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]Esper[/url] rumbled softly, rolling her dark eyes to the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=47694727]youngling[/url]'s umpteenth request. She slowly flipped the page of the book she was reading, slightly adjusting her wings as she did. "You are not. I wouldn't even entrust you with a sharp rock." The old Guardian replied. "Put that sword back or by the Eleven you will regret ever picking it up." The small Skydancer whined in defeat, sliding the battered old sword back into the sheath and setting it back with the other weaponry that decorated the old dragon's den. "Fine... can we at least practice combat later today?" the youngling then asked, bouncing over to where Esper was trying to read. Asger squeaked as the Guardian picked him up by the scruff of his neck and set him between her arms. "Did you do your reading today?" Asger's crest fell against his neck. "....No..." Esper rumbled disapprovingly. "Then we read first. Training can wait."

Sharkra

2712

December 17, 2018 02:54:08

Put that back

"But-- I'm ready! I can handle myself!"

Esper rumbled softly, rolling her dark eyes to the youngling's umpteenth request. She slowly flipped the page of the book she was reading, slightly adjusting her wings as she did. "You are not. I wouldn't even entrust you with a sharp rock." The old Guardian replied. "Put that sword back or by the Eleven you will regret ever picking it up."

The small Skydancer whined in defeat, sliding the battered old sword back into the sheath and setting it back with the other weaponry that decorated the old dragon's den. "Fine... can we at least practice combat later today?" the youngling then asked, bouncing over to where Esper was trying to read. Asger squeaked as the Guardian picked him up by the scruff of his neck and set him between her arms.

"Did you do your reading today?" Asger's crest fell against his neck. "....No..." Esper rumbled disapprovingly. "Then we read first. Training can wait."

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Disobedience[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial]"Where have you three been?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=47694727]Asger[/url]'s wings twitched at the deep rumble that arose from [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=108134]Esper[/url]'s den. The younglings paused in their tracks, the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=38392346]Guardian[/url] and the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=45796827]Pearlcatcher[/url] quietly looking at their Skydancer friend. "Well?" The youngsters squeaked as the large Guardian slowly emerged from her den, sitting herself down at the entrance and looking down at the youngsters, dark eyes narrowed. "Well---" Asger quietly stammered, blue gaze alternating between his large guardian and his friends. "We-- we were just playing outside!" the Skydancer then chirped, forcing a smile that could only fool a blind dragon. "Outside," Esper rumbled. She reached out a large claw and lifted the many cerdae pendants that hung around Esther's neck. "I assume you found these... outside..." The Pearlcatcher's ears went flat and Ivar awkwardly looked away. "Speak, youngling," Esper rumbled, sounding unamused in the least. Asger took a deep breath and shrugged. "It was my idea. We went out to the Blooming Grove-- " "SILENCE," the old Guardian boomed, flashing her teeth as she roared. "You two. Out of my [i]sight[/i]." Esther and Ivar scrambled to find their feet, high-tailing out of the tunnel. "As for you," the old Guardian continued, "go inside. I think you and I need to have a long talk." The Skydancer sat quietly on one of the pillows, staring at his feet. "Why did you go out there?" Asger slightly shrugged his small shoulders. "Did you lose your tongue?" Esper rumbled, sitting herself across the small dragon. The Skydancer's crest flared, his wings quivering as he sneered. "I just wanted to see what was out there, okay! You never allow me to go anywhere and I don't want to sit in here all day to read about some-- some myths or whatever!" The old Guardian slowly nodded. "I understand how you feel. But it seems you have proven that I have all the reason to keep you inside," she sighed, reaching out. Asger flinched as Esper's claw carefully brushed his side. The bruises still hurt, despite Esther's best attempt to heal the wound. "I only keep you here because I wish to keep you safe, little Asger. You'll have to believe me." Esper quietly put down her book. The young Skydancer had been sleeping for the past hour, curled up in the Guardian's tail. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=42534235]Kayleigh[/url] had come by earlier to check up on the youngster. His bruises would heal overtime and no other injuries had been discovered. The old dragon softly rumbled. Never had she thought looking after a youngling to be so much work.

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Disobedience

"Where have you three been?"

Asger's wings twitched at the deep rumble that arose from Esper's den. The younglings paused in their tracks, the Guardian and the Pearlcatcher quietly looking at their Skydancer friend. "Well?" The youngsters squeaked as the large Guardian slowly emerged from her den, sitting herself down at the entrance and looking down at the youngsters, dark eyes narrowed.

"Well---" Asger quietly stammered, blue gaze alternating between his large guardian and his friends. "We-- we were just playing outside!" the Skydancer then chirped, forcing a smile that could only fool a blind dragon. "Outside," Esper rumbled. She reached out a large claw and lifted the many cerdae pendants that hung around Esther's neck. "I assume you found these... outside..."

The Pearlcatcher's ears went flat and Ivar awkwardly looked away. "Speak, youngling," Esper rumbled, sounding unamused in the least. Asger took a deep breath and shrugged. "It was my idea. We went out to the Blooming Grove-- " "SILENCE," the old Guardian boomed, flashing her teeth as she roared. "You two. Out of my sight." Esther and Ivar scrambled to find their feet, high-tailing out of the tunnel. "As for you," the old Guardian continued, "go inside. I think you and I need to have a long talk."

The Skydancer sat quietly on one of the pillows, staring at his feet. "Why did you go out there?" Asger slightly shrugged his small shoulders. "Did you lose your tongue?" Esper rumbled, sitting herself across the small dragon. The Skydancer's crest flared, his wings quivering as he sneered. "I just wanted to see what was out there, okay! You never allow me to go anywhere and I don't want to sit in here all day to read about some-- some myths or whatever!" The old Guardian slowly nodded. "I understand how you feel. But it seems you have proven that I have all the reason to keep you inside," she sighed, reaching out. Asger flinched as Esper's claw carefully brushed his side. The bruises still hurt, despite Esther's best attempt to heal the wound. "I only keep you here because I wish to keep you safe, little Asger. You'll have to believe me."

Esper quietly put down her book. The young Skydancer had been sleeping for the past hour, curled up in the Guardian's tail. Kayleigh had come by earlier to check up on the youngster. His bruises would heal overtime and no other injuries had been discovered. The old dragon softly rumbled. Never had she thought looking after a youngling to be so much work.

That's right, the frying pan is a PALADIN weapon.

Last edited on Dec 19, 2018 11:53:40 by Sharkra

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oy4b3in.png[/img] [size=5][font=arial]Crumbling mailbox[/size][/center] ------ [font=arial][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=9607&did=108134]Esper[/url] sat in silence at her desk, staring at the crumpled and torn paper beneath her claws. She didn't recognize the handwriting, nor the name at the bottom of the letter. It certainly wasn't addressed to her, nor anyone within her clan-- but then how had it ended up here? Her train of thought was disturbed as [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=9607&tab=dragon&did=3173693]Ricki[/url] came meandering into the Guardian's den. The Wildclaw was chewing on a honeyed treat that didn't seem like it belonged in Ricki's sticky claws and Esper guessed it had been estranged from Kylas' kitchen. "Either stop chewing with your maw open or [i]leave[/i]," the old dragon rumbled, snarling ever so slightly as the Wildclaw came into her line of sight. "Watcha doin'?" Ricki purred, ignoring the warning and giving the letter in Esper's claws a swift once-over. "Something that does not involve you. Move, wyrm, before you spill that vile goop on my desk." Ricki pouted, feigning a hurt look before sitting back on her haunches. "Who's it from?" Esper heaved an annoyed sigh and put the paper down. "I do not know. I have not met this particular individual, nor do I know who they are speaking of in their letter. What also puzzles me is how this message ended up [i]here[/i]," the old dragon rumbled. "Couriers these days, huh. Can't get coordinates right for the life of 'em," the Wildclaw sneered, having finished her treat and beginning to lick the honey from her claws. Esper watched in mild disgust before neatly folding the letter and tying it back up with some string. She folded her claws on top of it and rumbled in thought. "I will keep it safe. Surely whoever was supposed to receive it will start looking for it soon. Ricki, do me a favor. Whenever the couriers arrive, inform me. I would like to get to the bottom of this."

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