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[center]If anyone has any pointers or tips, please feel free to send me a message with them! I'm still working on learning how to code these- and a good half of this was done via a phone. <3[/center]
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The very forest around you seems to glow with life as you continue down the path you were sent on. A cryptic message, giving directions to a lore keeper who may, or may not have the answers, and history that you seek.
The path you are on is well worn, and before your very eyes the forest opens up, and you see a lair entrance large enough for even the biggest Imperials dug through an archway of tress that leads back into a grove that then burrows into the ground.
A dragon sits at the archway, looking down his snout at you with glowing eyes hidden beneath a leafy hood. He nods, and the way clears for you to enter.
As you walk into the lair, the dragons around you don't react poorly- many have seen others walk down the well worn path you are now. Many visitors come and go to see the lore keeper, you are just another going to visit.
Hatchlings scamper passed, paying the new dragon in the lair no heed as their games of chase continue, even as they run under your feet.
[i]It is not much further now.[/i] You tell yourself as you follow the twists and turns of the lair, eventually bringing you to a room lined wall to wall with scrolls, all that is able to be heard is the scratching of pen on parchment, and the occasional shifting of a dragon.
As you make yourself known, an older Pearlcatcher with spectacles pokes her head around a stack of parchments, and smiles as she moves to greet you. A blue and pink Skydancer joins her, carrying the pearl for the older dragon. "Welcome young one. We've been expecting you. My name is Nebula, and my assistant is Malone." The old Pearlcatcher said, gesturing to herself and then the Skydancer. "What can we help you with?"
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[center]Nebula gestured for you to follow head, leading you further into the old dragon's workshop where her and Malone records events, and the general comings and goings of the lair. "Now, tell me child, what information do you seek?"[/center]
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[center][size=3]"Are you perhaps curious about the clan's founders? A pair that has changed greatly since they have started to lead, and in more ways then one." The Pearlcatcher said, pointing toward a shelf of scrolls.[/center]
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[center][size=3]"Or perhaps you are more interested in our clan's alchemists and herbalists- dragons who have come to work together to create potions, poisons and cures alike? An odd bunch these are, but always willing to help, if given the correct ingredients." Malone said, nodding her head towards a shelf with oddly stained books.[/center]
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[center]"Maybe our fighters and the clan guard are more what you seek. A fearsome group they are, but willing to put it all on the line to protect their families and friends- they are good dragonfolk." Nebula said with a smile, pointing to another shelf.[/center]
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[center]"Or our hunter gatherers, if that is what interests you. This bunch are the ones who truly help the clan continue on, as they are the ones who make sure all of us from the youngest of hatchlings to the oldest of elders have a meal." Malone said, motioning to a worn stack of scrolls. [/center]
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[center]"There are also the rumors of our clan's brood mother that have been spreading..." Nebula said, adjusting her spectacles. "She is an... [i]interesting[/i] lass to say the least- and one who cares greatly for those around here, and who is caregiver to those who need, be they dragon or beastclan." [/center]
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[center]Malone looked towards an ancient tome with glowing runes, and Nebula spoke."Ah yes- or perhaps you wish to learn about the old ones that have called this lair their home, the flight representatives we have that seem to embody the element of their birth's- guardians of it, if you will." [/center]
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Eventually all of my lore will live here, as if written and stored by my lore keeper and her apprentice.
(Low key super happy with how this is coming out??????)
If anyone has any pointers or tips, please feel free to send me a message with them! I'm still working on learning how to code these- and a good half of this was done via a phone. <3
The very forest around you seems to glow with life as you continue down the path you were sent on. A cryptic message, giving directions to a lore keeper who may, or may not have the answers, and history that you seek.
The path you are on is well worn, and before your very eyes the forest opens up, and you see a lair entrance large enough for even the biggest Imperials dug through an archway of tress that leads back into a grove that then burrows into the ground.
A dragon sits at the archway, looking down his snout at you with glowing eyes hidden beneath a leafy hood. He nods, and the way clears for you to enter.
As you walk into the lair, the dragons around you don't react poorly- many have seen others walk down the well worn path you are now. Many visitors come and go to see the lore keeper, you are just another going to visit.
Hatchlings scamper passed, paying the new dragon in the lair no heed as their games of chase continue, even as they run under your feet.
It is not much further now. You tell yourself as you follow the twists and turns of the lair, eventually bringing you to a room lined wall to wall with scrolls, all that is able to be heard is the scratching of pen on parchment, and the occasional shifting of a dragon.
As you make yourself known, an older Pearlcatcher with spectacles pokes her head around a stack of parchments, and smiles as she moves to greet you. A blue and pink Skydancer joins her, carrying the pearl for the older dragon. "Welcome young one. We've been expecting you. My name is Nebula, and my assistant is Malone." The old Pearlcatcher said, gesturing to herself and then the Skydancer. "What can we help you with?"
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"Or perhaps you are more interested in our clan's alchemists and herbalists- dragons who have come to work together to create potions, poisons and cures alike? An odd bunch these are, but always willing to help, if given the correct ingredients." Malone said, nodding her head towards a shelf with oddly stained books.
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Clan leaders
(formatting will be added... Eventually.)
-What they do as leaders/secondary jobs
- Origin stories and young life
- How they met
- Other snippets
Snippet 1: (IN PROGRESS) A Chance Shift
It had been a day of celebration through the clan, as more and more dragon's joined the makeshift family and all helped to keep the clan running and together. Time and time again, the family stayed together through hardships and still managed flourish- so, it was time for a celebration to that.
All of the clan came together again to prepare, making an example of how they managed to stay together through thick and thin. The hunters and gatherers went out to find the best, fresh foods they could. Meanwhile, the expansion planner, enchanters, tailors and some of the clan guard came together to plan and set up the large open space within the main section of the lair- large enough that even the clan's Imperials could stand in the room with ease, and they would have room to spare- a place the clan liked to call the great hall. The clan's alchemists, herbologists and brew masters came together to make any stronger beverages any of the fully grown clan members may want. The rest of the family, worked with the hunter-gatherers when they returned, prepping the meal and putting it all out in the newly decorated great hall, so all could join in on the festivities.
Once everyone had joined in on the festivities- to the point there were even hatchlings having games of chase- a small purple Fae dragon let out a shrill chirp, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, and the clan settled, expectant faces turning to the clan's council and leaders, waiting for any news.
The Fae spoke, magically amplifying her normally quiet voice so she could be heard. "We wanted to thank you all for participating, and helping with the preparations. This isn't just a party, but a celebration to and for all of us who have made it through thick and thin and come out on top together." The Fae, Hyacinthe, the clan leader said, raising a small goblet in a toast. "To all of us. This clan- this family. For our successful past, and for an even more fruitful future." The Fae said before lifting her goblet higher, and the dragons around did the same, and drank.
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Hours had since passed since the toast, and the clan was still celebrating. This, is when a slight problem occurred. Hycinthe made a small mistake- and refilled her goblet from the wrong set of containers, and instead of taking the weaker Fire Ale, she had gotten the Sunbeam wine. While the two didn't taste different- Fire Ale was brewed with the smaller breeds, like Fae, in mind. Sunbeam, was made for Imperials, Ridgebacks, and only the very largest of Guardians; and a very small Fae had gotten a hold of it.
She had gotten more then a few small sips in before her mate, Tyus, noticed the difference and took the goblet from her, and excused both of them, planning on getting Hycinthe back so she could sleep off the inevitably strong effects that tended to make smaller dragons more... whimsical.
He did not get her all the way there before it had taken effect, and herding Hyacinthe to her nest was surprisingly difficult for the Mirror. "Hyacinthe, enough please." Tyus said, his voice tired after repeating himself for what had to of been the fifteenth time yet the Fae still did not listen.
Hyacinthe giggled, darting around him and swerving, barely avoiding crashing into him, the floor or the wall. "C'mon Tyus- really I'm not that bad. I'm still flying see?" She said, skidding close enough to the ground to take a few steps before jumping up again, her wings working almost like a butterfly's as she fluttered.
"You had Sunbeam wine. You are very much not fine, my flower." Tyus said, catching Hyacinthe with a wing to stop her from hitting the wall, and using a nickname he didn't often use. Normally- it was when he was trying to get her to listen to him.
"It was only one goblet and I only had like, three sips." Hyacinthe said pouting, landing off balance on her mate's head. "Thats not that bad." She did smile to herself after though. "Aww- you big softie. Calling me a flower again."
"My flower, you are a Fae. That drink is made to be strong enough to be able to effect Imperials. A few sips to you is like a keg to them." Tyus said, keeping his head level so the small fae perched on it didn't fall off, trying (and failing) to stay serious as his mate poked fun due to the nickname.
"Hmm... Nah." She said with a grin before jumping off and laughing more as she flew down the hall fast enough that he couldn't follow right away, swerving right at the next fork instead of the left she should of taken to where her nest was.
Tyus ran after her. "Hyacinthe! That's the wrong way- to the alch-" the rest of his words were cut off by a loud crash, and a splashing sound. He stood frozen for a moment after he heard the sounds, and then his feet were moving without him realizing and he saw the door Hyacinthe had flew through, the knocked over cauldron, the glowing purple mixture that was left to brew spilled all over the floor, and the cover broken, halfway across the room. "Hyacinthe?"
He heard a sound come from inside the cauldron, and saw a confused looking Skydancer poke their head out a second later.
"Tyus? I don't feel so good." The Skydancer said, and she started to move out of the cauldron she had fallen into and knocked over, looking very confused at how small the things around her were, and seeming pretty disoriented on her feet- now not only just from the Sunbeam.
"Oh my." Is all Tyus said, before moving over to her to help. "You landed in Vranck's half finished breed change potion. It seems you're a Skydancer now, my flower. You need to rest after a drastic change- lets get you to your nest- to bed." Tyus said, leading the confused Skydancer out.
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hold
Clan leaders
(formatting will be added... Eventually.)
-What they do as leaders/secondary jobs
- Origin stories and young life
- How they met
- Other snippets
Snippet 1: (IN PROGRESS) A Chance Shift
It had been a day of celebration through the clan, as more and more dragon's joined the makeshift family and all helped to keep the clan running and together. Time and time again, the family stayed together through hardships and still managed flourish- so, it was time for a celebration to that.
All of the clan came together again to prepare, making an example of how they managed to stay together through thick and thin. The hunters and gatherers went out to find the best, fresh foods they could. Meanwhile, the expansion planner, enchanters, tailors and some of the clan guard came together to plan and set up the large open space within the main section of the lair- large enough that even the clan's Imperials could stand in the room with ease, and they would have room to spare- a place the clan liked to call the great hall. The clan's alchemists, herbologists and brew masters came together to make any stronger beverages any of the fully grown clan members may want. The rest of the family, worked with the hunter-gatherers when they returned, prepping the meal and putting it all out in the newly decorated great hall, so all could join in on the festivities.
Once everyone had joined in on the festivities- to the point there were even hatchlings having games of chase- a small purple Fae dragon let out a shrill chirp, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, and the clan settled, expectant faces turning to the clan's council and leaders, waiting for any news.
The Fae spoke, magically amplifying her normally quiet voice so she could be heard. "We wanted to thank you all for participating, and helping with the preparations. This isn't just a party, but a celebration to and for all of us who have made it through thick and thin and come out on top together." The Fae, Hyacinthe, the clan leader said, raising a small goblet in a toast. "To all of us. This clan- this family. For our successful past, and for an even more fruitful future." The Fae said before lifting her goblet higher, and the dragons around did the same, and drank.
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Hours had since passed since the toast, and the clan was still celebrating. This, is when a slight problem occurred. Hycinthe made a small mistake- and refilled her goblet from the wrong set of containers, and instead of taking the weaker Fire Ale, she had gotten the Sunbeam wine. While the two didn't taste different- Fire Ale was brewed with the smaller breeds, like Fae, in mind. Sunbeam, was made for Imperials, Ridgebacks, and only the very largest of Guardians; and a very small Fae had gotten a hold of it.
She had gotten more then a few small sips in before her mate, Tyus, noticed the difference and took the goblet from her, and excused both of them, planning on getting Hycinthe back so she could sleep off the inevitably strong effects that tended to make smaller dragons more... whimsical.
He did not get her all the way there before it had taken effect, and herding Hyacinthe to her nest was surprisingly difficult for the Mirror. "Hyacinthe, enough please." Tyus said, his voice tired after repeating himself for what had to of been the fifteenth time yet the Fae still did not listen.
Hyacinthe giggled, darting around him and swerving, barely avoiding crashing into him, the floor or the wall. "C'mon Tyus- really I'm not that bad. I'm still flying see?" She said, skidding close enough to the ground to take a few steps before jumping up again, her wings working almost like a butterfly's as she fluttered.
"You had Sunbeam wine. You are very much not fine, my flower." Tyus said, catching Hyacinthe with a wing to stop her from hitting the wall, and using a nickname he didn't often use. Normally- it was when he was trying to get her to listen to him.
"It was only one goblet and I only had like, three sips." Hyacinthe said pouting, landing off balance on her mate's head. "Thats not that bad." She did smile to herself after though. "Aww- you big softie. Calling me a flower again."
"My flower, you are a Fae. That drink is made to be strong enough to be able to effect Imperials. A few sips to you is like a keg to them." Tyus said, keeping his head level so the small fae perched on it didn't fall off, trying (and failing) to stay serious as his mate poked fun due to the nickname.
"Hmm... Nah." She said with a grin before jumping off and laughing more as she flew down the hall fast enough that he couldn't follow right away, swerving right at the next fork instead of the left she should of taken to where her nest was.
Tyus ran after her. "Hyacinthe! That's the wrong way- to the alch-" the rest of his words were cut off by a loud crash, and a splashing sound. He stood frozen for a moment after he heard the sounds, and then his feet were moving without him realizing and he saw the door Hyacinthe had flew through, the knocked over cauldron, the glowing purple mixture that was left to brew spilled all over the floor, and the cover broken, halfway across the room. "Hyacinthe?"
He heard a sound come from inside the cauldron, and saw a confused looking Skydancer poke their head out a second later.
"Tyus? I don't feel so good." The Skydancer said, and she started to move out of the cauldron she had fallen into and knocked over, looking very confused at how small the things around her were, and seeming pretty disoriented on her feet- now not only just from the Sunbeam.
"Oh my." Is all Tyus said, before moving over to her to help. "You landed in Vranck's half finished breed change potion. It seems you're a Skydancer now, my flower. You need to rest after a drastic change- lets get you to your nest- to bed." Tyus said, leading the confused Skydancer out.
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[indent]Melon's first memories were of an all white dragon and a Centar speaking with a purple and a blue dragon. Down the line, Melon would learn the the white dragon was a Coatl named Lumi who was at the time a newcomer to the lair, and the purple and blue were Hyacinthe and Tyus, the clan and lair leaders.
The hatchling was a special case- she had been found as a lightning egg deep in the Starwood Strand, unhatched and alone. Lumi had waited near the egg for a few days before making the decision to bring her back to the lair- it was clear at that point that the mother of the egg was not going to return.
Melon's egg had wobbled the entire way back, hatching just as Lumi had crossed the threshold or the lair with her, and the hatchling saw the world through a blur- and it was full of other dragons. The young hatchling was very quickly accepted into the clan by the other dragons, but there was always an awkwardness during interactions- as if they were unsure of how to treat her.
But Melon never let it get to her- and instead [i]thrived[/i] off of it. She thrived off of being a bit different and doing things her own way. She was always the one to watch the skies while storms rolled through, and to fly in the wind and rain, thunder and lightning. She was never the one to stay in the lair and research- she was always on the move.
When she reached adulthood, she had an urge to leave the lair, and she couldn't tell why- but it was as if something was calling to her. When she mentioned this to another Guardian dragon who called the lair home, Hecate, the older dragon let out a soft chuckle.
"That is your calling, young one. [i]The Search.[/i] It is something that occurs to all Guardian dragons once you come of age. It is an urge to find something known as a charge- and protect it. Your search may take you far but... when you find your charge, you will know." Hecate explained, and then continued to speak, explaining to Melon what all the different things her charges could be- she even told what her own charge was when asked.
Melon left that conversation with an extra pep in her step, and bid what she thought was goodbye to the clan as she set off to find her charge.
No matter what she did though, she was always drawn back to the Starwood Strand though. When ever she attempted to leave, she had a feeling of being sick, and whenever she would fly deeper into it, she felt like she was getting closer and closer to her goal. It took her [i]months[/i] to find her calling, and her charge.
Melon had landed, and was walking through the trees and flowers, and froze when she saw a lone arcane dragon egg floating in what appeared to be an abandoned nest. She waited a week before admitting the mother wouldn't return- much like what had happened to her. She reached out to touch the egg- only to have a moment of realization.
She let out a roar of triumph as she held the egg gingerly in her front paws, and flew back to the lair she thought she had left for good.
Her charge? What she had been searching for? Was eggs left alone and abandoned before being hatched.
She takes leave of the lair often now, to fly through the Strand and search for these eggs- after all, seemed fitting that she protected others like herself.
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Melon awoke, the soft feeling of sleep leaving her mind quickly in the early hours of the morning, feeling the same pulls she had for the last few weeks- there was something in the Strand that was drawing her in. It [i]had[/i] to be her charge.
[i]She remembers the conversation she had with Hecate what felt like years ago- the older Guardian was more then willing to act as a mentor for Melon when she needed it growing up. Melon had been growing frustrated, feeling some pull from outside the layer that was starting to keep her up at night. "It's driving me nuts!" The young dragon complained, feeling antsy and stuck.[/i]
[i]The older Guardian only smiled, tilting her head. "Melon, that's normal. It's your the search awakening, it is something that occurs to all guardian dragons. Once a guardian comes of age, a search for their charge will awaken. This is the start of it. I only wish you had mentioned it prior to it bothering you."[/i]
[i]"What is it? Does it ever get... less like this?" The young dragon asked, frustrated at how distracting this 'search' had become from things she could focus on and do before.[/i]
[i]"A Search is something a Guardian will go on to find their charge- it could be anything, or anyone, a place or an idea. One you find your charge, its... its like you start a new life." She said, looking out from where the two sat where Hecate was on guard at the lair's entrance. She had had trouble finding her charge herself years before- it is a fickle think, a charge of protection. It is... hard for her to place if it is a specific place, or a dragon, or even just an idea. Although it was easy for her to place when her charge was near. Currently, it seemed to be to protect the clan as it was now. "They can be hard to find- but your instincts will always lead you to it. Always."[/i]
Melon stood, shaking the chill from her limbs and wings and stretching before leaving the small den she had made for herself for the time being. She had been following the pull of her charge for months now, never quite pinning it down- all she knew was it pulled her deep into the Strand.
There was only so much woods in this forest, and she search every corner of it if she needed to find what her instincts drove her to search for. After all, it couldn't take [i]that[/i] long.
It was a week, and another temporary den where Melon feels closer then she ever has. The pull was constant, always on her mind and taking almost all of her time- she only took breaks to hunt, eat and sleep.
She soared just over the tree tops towards one of the areas she hadn't searched yet when the pull spiked and she nosedived into the trees without a second thought. She weaved through the trees and was at ground level in a second, a large cloud of dust billowing up and out as she landed hard. A pulsing tone rung in her ears as she moved forwards without thinking: seeing a single, lone dragon egg, nestled in an age old nest that looked as if it hadn't been touched in months.
Melon reached out, gingerly lifting the egg, feeling warmth coming from beneath the shell still. She pulled the scarf she wore off, wrapping the egg in it and holding the egg with her two front legs and took off with a few wing beats- the pull from her search silent.
She didn't understand what exactly her charge was- after all Hecate had said they could be hard to define. All she knew, is it had something to do with the small egg she had just found.
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Melon I
Melon's first memories were of an all white dragon and a Centar speaking with a purple and a blue dragon. Down the line, Melon would learn the the white dragon was a Coatl named Lumi who was at the time a newcomer to the lair, and the purple and blue were Hyacinthe and Tyus, the clan and lair leaders.
The hatchling was a special case- she had been found as a lightning egg deep in the Starwood Strand, unhatched and alone. Lumi had waited near the egg for a few days before making the decision to bring her back to the lair- it was clear at that point that the mother of the egg was not going to return.
Melon's egg had wobbled the entire way back, hatching just as Lumi had crossed the threshold or the lair with her, and the hatchling saw the world through a blur- and it was full of other dragons. The young hatchling was very quickly accepted into the clan by the other dragons, but there was always an awkwardness during interactions- as if they were unsure of how to treat her.
But Melon never let it get to her- and instead thrived off of it. She thrived off of being a bit different and doing things her own way. She was always the one to watch the skies while storms rolled through, and to fly in the wind and rain, thunder and lightning. She was never the one to stay in the lair and research- she was always on the move.
When she reached adulthood, she had an urge to leave the lair, and she couldn't tell why- but it was as if something was calling to her. When she mentioned this to another Guardian dragon who called the lair home, Hecate, the older dragon let out a soft chuckle.
"That is your calling, young one. The Search. It is something that occurs to all Guardian dragons once you come of age. It is an urge to find something known as a charge- and protect it. Your search may take you far but... when you find your charge, you will know." Hecate explained, and then continued to speak, explaining to Melon what all the different things her charges could be- she even told what her own charge was when asked.
Melon left that conversation with an extra pep in her step, and bid what she thought was goodbye to the clan as she set off to find her charge.
No matter what she did though, she was always drawn back to the Starwood Strand though. When ever she attempted to leave, she had a feeling of being sick, and whenever she would fly deeper into it, she felt like she was getting closer and closer to her goal. It took her months to find her calling, and her charge.
Melon had landed, and was walking through the trees and flowers, and froze when she saw a lone arcane dragon egg floating in what appeared to be an abandoned nest. She waited a week before admitting the mother wouldn't return- much like what had happened to her. She reached out to touch the egg- only to have a moment of realization.
She let out a roar of triumph as she held the egg gingerly in her front paws, and flew back to the lair she thought she had left for good.
Her charge? What she had been searching for? Was eggs left alone and abandoned before being hatched.
She takes leave of the lair often now, to fly through the Strand and search for these eggs- after all, seemed fitting that she protected others like herself.
Melon II
Melon awoke, the soft feeling of sleep leaving her mind quickly in the early hours of the morning, feeling the same pulls she had for the last few weeks- there was something in the Strand that was drawing her in. It had to be her charge.
She remembers the conversation she had with Hecate what felt like years ago- the older Guardian was more then willing to act as a mentor for Melon when she needed it growing up. Melon had been growing frustrated, feeling some pull from outside the layer that was starting to keep her up at night. "It's driving me nuts!" The young dragon complained, feeling antsy and stuck.
The older Guardian only smiled, tilting her head. "Melon, that's normal. It's your the search awakening, it is something that occurs to all guardian dragons. Once a guardian comes of age, a search for their charge will awaken. This is the start of it. I only wish you had mentioned it prior to it bothering you."
"What is it? Does it ever get... less like this?" The young dragon asked, frustrated at how distracting this 'search' had become from things she could focus on and do before.
"A Search is something a Guardian will go on to find their charge- it could be anything, or anyone, a place or an idea. One you find your charge, its... its like you start a new life." She said, looking out from where the two sat where Hecate was on guard at the lair's entrance. She had had trouble finding her charge herself years before- it is a fickle think, a charge of protection. It is... hard for her to place if it is a specific place, or a dragon, or even just an idea. Although it was easy for her to place when her charge was near. Currently, it seemed to be to protect the clan as it was now. "They can be hard to find- but your instincts will always lead you to it. Always."
Melon stood, shaking the chill from her limbs and wings and stretching before leaving the small den she had made for herself for the time being. She had been following the pull of her charge for months now, never quite pinning it down- all she knew was it pulled her deep into the Strand.
There was only so much woods in this forest, and she search every corner of it if she needed to find what her instincts drove her to search for. After all, it couldn't take that long.
It was a week, and another temporary den where Melon feels closer then she ever has. The pull was constant, always on her mind and taking almost all of her time- she only took breaks to hunt, eat and sleep.
She soared just over the tree tops towards one of the areas she hadn't searched yet when the pull spiked and she nosedived into the trees without a second thought. She weaved through the trees and was at ground level in a second, a large cloud of dust billowing up and out as she landed hard. A pulsing tone rung in her ears as she moved forwards without thinking: seeing a single, lone dragon egg, nestled in an age old nest that looked as if it hadn't been touched in months.
Melon reached out, gingerly lifting the egg, feeling warmth coming from beneath the shell still. She pulled the scarf she wore off, wrapping the egg in it and holding the egg with her two front legs and took off with a few wing beats- the pull from her search silent.
She didn't understand what exactly her charge was- after all Hecate had said they could be hard to define. All she knew, is it had something to do with the small egg she had just found.
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