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[center][item = owlcat journal] My Clan is a Clan of Writers. They found purpose in the stories of others. So, they decided to make an old structure into a Cafe, open to any traveling Dragon or settler alike! Food costs money there, [b]unless...[/b] you tell them a good story. [b]Rules[/b] 1. Write one of your Dragon's backstory from their perspective, talking to one of mine! Then you'll get 250 free food points in the category of your choice. Ill send a response from my dragon's perspective after! 2. Only one post a day. Do not post if you see that someone else already has today. 3. Write the context of how your Dragon got to talk to mine in the Cafe, please. 4. Don't come back every single day for food. You can do it again if nobody else has, but at least take some time to let someone else to it. [s]But, if you do do it again, Don't use the same dragon.[/s] You can use the same dragon if you do end up posting again! They could talk to someone new, or meet the same person again after last time! 5. Don't be afraid to post here! If you're self conscious about your writing, just take it from me: You're great. You're always improving the more you write, and you've already made such great progress. Notes: -Please send me a ping if you post <3 -If you don't want to read through a million pages of lore to find out which dragon you want yours to talk to, don't worry. I only have 6 in the Cafe, and they all have like.. really short personality descriptions. I'm not making you do a whole research project! [quote] [Tiny lil pinglist] @aetherstorm @Amaranth41 @Glacora @LancelotOfThesky @Goldenfae @Blackjay


My Clan is a Clan of Writers. They found purpose in the stories of others. So, they decided to make an old structure into a Cafe, open to any traveling Dragon or settler alike! Food costs money there, unless... you tell them a good story.

Rules

1. Write one of your Dragon's backstory from their perspective, talking to one of mine! Then you'll get 250 free food points in the category of your choice. Ill send a response from my dragon's perspective after!
2. Only one post a day. Do not post if you see that someone else already has today.
3. Write the context of how your Dragon got to talk to mine in the Cafe, please.
4. Don't come back every single day for food. You can do it again if nobody else has, but at least take some time to let someone else to it. But, if you do do it again, Don't use the same dragon. You can use the same dragon if you do end up posting again! They could talk to someone new, or meet the same person again after last time!
5. Don't be afraid to post here! If you're self conscious about your writing, just take it from me: You're great. You're always improving the more you write, and you've already made such great progress.

Notes:

-Please send me a ping if you post <3
-If you don't want to read through a million pages of lore to find out which dragon you want yours to talk to, don't worry. I only have 6 in the Cafe, and they all have like.. really short personality descriptions. I'm not making you do a whole research project!

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YASSSSSS IT'S SO COOOOOOL!!!
I don't think I'll be able to write something today, but I'll keep an eye out for this in the future! Good luck ^w^
@Catkidemma
YASSSSSS IT'S SO COOOOOOL!!!
I don't think I'll be able to write something today, but I'll keep an eye out for this in the future! Good luck ^w^
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40952860] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/409529/40952860_350.png[/img] [/url] Darling approached the old Cafe, praying that the journey here would be worth it. Opening the doors, they sat at the counter, and prepared to tell their tale. A gold and blue Skydancer approached them, eagerly leaning over the counter. "Hey there!" He beamed at them, to which Darling responded with a small smile. "I'm Auroron, and I'll be the one serving you today! What can I get for you today?" "Just a vanilla latte, thanks." Darling leaned forward a little bit, narrowing their eyes a little bit. "I hear you'll give me food for free if you get a story. That true?" Auroron's eyes widened as he grinned. "Depends. What story you got to tell?" ------- Darling never thought they'd come to this place again. The old Nightingales' HQ stood before them and Zena in shambles, steel beams falling through the walls and the ceiling caving in. "Well," Zena sighed, clutching her scarf. "This is it." She looked up to Darling, who had a forlorn look on their face. "Are we- Are we sure this is the place?" "That's what the readings said, yeah." Darling put a hand on Zena's shoulder. "Do you really wanna do this? I mean, I could do it myself without you getting hurt." They bit their lip as the device they were holding began beeping uncontrollably. Zena laughed. "And miss out on a fight?" Darling gave a cold smile. "Let's just do this." The second the Nightingales set foot in the old building, the Wraiths began to span. At first, they were small, Skeleton Wraiths. Nothing Zena couldn't knock away with a few swings. Then came the slightly stronger Spider Wraiths, and the difficulty ascended up until Darling finally put down the last Ice Wraith. "So, where's the [i]real[/i] fight?" Zena complained. "Wraiths are [i]boring![/i] Give me the gods already!" "Patience, Zena," Darling warned. "Something big is coming- You just gotta wait for it." "I've been waiting all month for this!" Zena brandished her swords. "I can't... Wait any... Longer..." Darling sighed. "Hey, since this is probably gonna take a while... You wanna check out the place? Revisit old memories, say goodbye to- Zena?" Darling looked to Zena, who looked back to Darling with a pained expression on her face. Silently, she held up her hand and blew it away into dust. "No..." They breathed. "Zena, no... This is too early..." "Darling." Zena looked up at them with a resigned look on her face. "Zena, please don't go..." Tears began to form in their eyes. "Please... Don't let us fall apart..." "Darling, no..." Zena grabbed Darling's hand and closed her eyes. "THIS ISN'T FAIR!" They shouted. "NONE OF THIS IS FAIR! JUST LET US HAVE ONE HAPPY MOMENT TOGETHER!" Zena sighed and opened her eyes, reflecting no emotion. "Why are you crying?" "Why am I...?" Darling was momentarily confused, but they never got to answer. "Darling... Don't you remember I'm already dead?" ------ @Catkidemma enjoy this... this

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Darling approached the old Cafe, praying that the journey here would be worth it. Opening the doors, they sat at the counter, and prepared to tell their tale. A gold and blue Skydancer approached them, eagerly leaning over the counter.
"Hey there!" He beamed at them, to which Darling responded with a small smile. "I'm Auroron, and I'll be the one serving you today! What can I get for you today?"
"Just a vanilla latte, thanks." Darling leaned forward a little bit, narrowing their eyes a little bit. "I hear you'll give me food for free if you get a story. That true?"
Auroron's eyes widened as he grinned. "Depends. What story you got to tell?"
Darling never thought they'd come to this place again.
The old Nightingales' HQ stood before them and Zena in shambles, steel beams falling through the walls and the ceiling caving in.
"Well," Zena sighed, clutching her scarf. "This is it." She looked up to Darling, who had a forlorn look on their face. "Are we- Are we sure this is the place?"
"That's what the readings said, yeah." Darling put a hand on Zena's shoulder. "Do you really wanna do this? I mean, I could do it myself without you getting hurt." They bit their lip as the device they were holding began beeping uncontrollably.
Zena laughed. "And miss out on a fight?"
Darling gave a cold smile. "Let's just do this."
The second the Nightingales set foot in the old building, the Wraiths began to span. At first, they were small, Skeleton Wraiths. Nothing Zena couldn't knock away with a few swings. Then came the slightly stronger Spider Wraiths, and the difficulty ascended up until Darling finally put down the last Ice Wraith.
"So, where's the real fight?" Zena complained. "Wraiths are boring! Give me the gods already!"
"Patience, Zena," Darling warned. "Something big is coming- You just gotta wait for it."
"I've been waiting all month for this!" Zena brandished her swords. "I can't... Wait any... Longer..."
Darling sighed. "Hey, since this is probably gonna take a while... You wanna check out the place? Revisit old memories, say goodbye to- Zena?" Darling looked to Zena, who looked back to Darling with a pained expression on her face. Silently, she held up her hand and blew it away into dust.
"No..." They breathed. "Zena, no... This is too early..."
"Darling." Zena looked up at them with a resigned look on her face.
"Zena, please don't go..." Tears began to form in their eyes. "Please... Don't let us fall apart..."
"Darling, no..." Zena grabbed Darling's hand and closed her eyes.
"THIS ISN'T FAIR!" They shouted. "NONE OF THIS IS FAIR! JUST LET US HAVE ONE HAPPY MOMENT TOGETHER!"
Zena sighed and opened her eyes, reflecting no emotion. "Why are you crying?"
"Why am I...?" Darling was momentarily confused, but they never got to answer.
"Darling... Don't you remember I'm already dead?"
@Catkidemma enjoy this... this
Me? An angel? Ha! You have no idea what Ive done to make it this far, do you? Ive killed, Ive stolen, Ive lied, all so that I can survive in this hell we call a world. You have no right to call me an angel! Ah, but I could say the same to you, dear. You think of me as a gentleman, but youve no idea how much blood is on my hands for the sake of money. Ive carried out kills so brutal, merely the descriptions of such should frighten you. So, yes, you are very much an angel compared to me.
I have a question, @Catkidemma ! If we already have written a story down, may we use it again? I have a dragon named Mourner, and I wanted to enter his backstory for a writer's raffle but after I was finished I noticed something about prompts, got spooked, and backed out of the raffle. So, now I have his story just sort of lying around. :'D
I have a question, @Catkidemma ! If we already have written a story down, may we use it again? I have a dragon named Mourner, and I wanted to enter his backstory for a writer's raffle but after I was finished I noticed something about prompts, got spooked, and backed out of the raffle. So, now I have his story just sort of lying around. :'D
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[img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=74&bodygene=1&breed=13&element=4&eyetype=1&gender=0&tert=41&tertgene=18&winggene=20&wings=105&auth=82d1d3980cee444a2a0e9599aef629872b83ed58&dummyext=prev.png[/img] Auroron was speechless for a few moments, processing the entire story. What [i]intrigue![/i] He desperately wanted to know more context, but knew from past experiences that prying for information from interesting strangers didn't lead to anything good. [i]Was it a dream? A nightmare re-telling a dark story in a new light?[/i] While Auroron was ecstatic and excited to repeat this story to Thunderfly, he did realize something. If the story had any truth to it, that meant that this Dragon.. Darling.. she had lost someone very close to her. While the way this was told was filled with rich dialogue and description, it was still a death nonetheless. "Oh.. U-um..." With a graceful tail flick, he sat up from his seat and glanced behind him. "A lovely story indeed. I'll.. I'll go get your food." He gave her a sympathetic smile, unsure whether to comfort her, or to leave her be. He leaned more towards the latter, so he rested the food down in front of her, hoping that was a good enough response. ---------------------- @GreatLordHades [b]Ouch. Thanks for the feels.[/b] @LunaTenebrisFlos Sure! But it would be nice if you could do a little tweaking so it would be telling the story to one of my dragons. Besides that, I see nothing wrong with it :3 [s]Can you message me what food type you want, Hades? Thank~
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Auroron was speechless for a few moments, processing the entire story. What intrigue! He desperately wanted to know more context, but knew from past experiences that prying for information from interesting strangers didn't lead to anything good. Was it a dream? A nightmare re-telling a dark story in a new light? While Auroron was ecstatic and excited to repeat this story to Thunderfly, he did realize something. If the story had any truth to it, that meant that this Dragon.. Darling.. she had lost someone very close to her. While the way this was told was filled with rich dialogue and description, it was still a death nonetheless.

"Oh.. U-um..." With a graceful tail flick, he sat up from his seat and glanced behind him.

"A lovely story indeed. I'll.. I'll go get your food." He gave her a sympathetic smile, unsure whether to comfort her, or to leave her be. He leaned more towards the latter, so he rested the food down in front of her, hoping that was a good enough response.

@GreatLordHades Ouch. Thanks for the feels.
@LunaTenebrisFlos Sure! But it would be nice if you could do a little tweaking so it would be telling the story to one of my dragons. Besides that, I see nothing wrong with it :3

Can you message me what food type you want, Hades? Thank~
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[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/446704/44670329_350.png[/img] Perth walked into the café with a bright smile on his face, this place was so cute! The interior was small and quaint, something from a story or a little fantasy. A pearlcatcher walked up to him after he sat himself down, a calm smile upon her lips. "Hello there,sir! My name is Vellichor and I will be taking your order today, what would you like?" Her voice was peaceful and level, like a mother. "Oh! Hello there Vellichor, its a pleasure to meet you, though Id prefer if you dropped the formalities. Just call me Perth! And I would like a chai latte please." The tundra had a certian air of a solemn feeling, which contradicted his smile. Though it seemed like he was trying to cover up something, whatever that was though Vellichor wasn't going to ask. "Of course, Perth. One chai latte coming right up!" Before the pearlcatcher could leave though, Perth's voice stopped her. "Is it true that if I told a story my meal would be free?" His head tilted to the side like a puppy, the fur on his head following his movements. He looked like such a goof. "Yes that is ttue. Though I do suppose it depends on how good the story is." His whole demeanor seemed to just brighten at that. "Well your in luck! I happen to be quite the storyteller, so prepare to be amazed!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Perth groaned and stretched. The interior of the bottle that was his prison was just roomy enough to allow him to squirm about but was too small for him to truly get comfortable. Why had the Arcanist done this to him? Perth couldn’t remember. Perhaps he had done something to offend the deity, but he could not possibly fathom what he could have done to deserve this as punishment. Another stretch. Another groan. Perth craned his neck to peer at the world. From inside his bottle, he could see his surroundings just fine. It was the dragons on the outside that could not see through to the interior of his prison. The maze-like system of caverns, tunnels and caves outside was all Perth had known since his confinement. Not much managed to find its way this deep into the bowels of the earth except for rats and spiders. Perth had tried to give each one a name at some point in time. The endeavor proved fruitless, though, as even these visitors were rare to the point he could never remember if he had named the individual already. The only companion Perth truly had was his imagination. He would spend hours creating vast worlds in his head and weaving great tales and stories to populate the lands he envisioned. He wished he could tell his stories to someone else, but the rats and spiders never stayed long enough and other dragons only cared about his power to grant wishes. Other dragons, as it were, almost never came by. By comparison, the rats and spiders may as well have lived in Perth’s bottle with him. At first, Perth has tried to call out to these rarest of visitors, yelling so loudly that he often lost his voice afterwards. It became apparent that no one could hear the noises he made while confined him his bottle, however, so in this, too, Perth relented. Occasionally, one of the few dragons to stumble deep into the caves would spot the antique bottle resting in the corner covered in dust and cobwebs. They would wipe the dust away to better examine the bottle’s carvings and, by rubbing the grime from its surface, temporarily free Perth from his prison. Perth learned very quickly that these dragons only cared about his ability to grant wishes. Still, he was always ecstatic to see them and did his best to prolong the visit if possible, with conversation, song and story. Some humored him. Most pushed his desperation aside and demanded of him their wish. Perth would be forced to grant the request before being sucked back into his porcelain prison. None of the dragons that found him ever offered to take his bottle with them. He could only grant them the one wish and so was useless to them after that. Then came Prismarine. Perth watched from his bottle as she meandered around a corner and stared through the dark at the cavern she had discovered. Her eyes landed on the old, worn bottle in the corner. Like all the others that noticed him, she strolled over and gently picked the carafe up in her small paws. Like all the others, she rubbed the dust away and watched in surprise as Perth emerged as it from thin air. “Hello!” Perth exclaimed as he burst into existence. “My, it certainly has been quite a while since my last visitor! It feels great to stretch my wings! How long as it been? I couldn’t say! My name is Perth, by the way! It’s nice to meet you… uhh…” “Prismarine,” the fae offered. “Prismarine! What a pretty name! It’s very nice to meet you, Prismarine! Please, allow me to tell you a…” “Why are you here?” Perth stopped and stared at his visitor. No one had ever bothered to ask why he was where he was. “Well, I… I honestly don’t know. I remember a normal life as a traveling storyteller. I remember happening across the Arcanist then… everything goes black and I wake up here… in the bottle. The Arcanist is staring down at me. He looks very upset and tells me that he has cast a spell on me. He’s bound me to the bottle you’re holding now, and I can only come out long enough to grant a dragon one wish. I suppose you could say I’m a genie now! Pretty cool, huh?” “A wish you say?” Prismarine looked thoughtful. Perth stifled a sigh. Yet another dragon that only cared about getting their wish granted. “Just one,” he confirmed. “One wish and then I’m gone, but it can be any wish! Anything at all! What would you like? Power? Wealth? Fame?” “I wish for you to come with me,” Prismarine said resolutely. “Follow me to the outside world and join my clan as a free dragon.” Perth blinked in surprise. “Your wish is… my command! Lead the way, my dear friend!” No dragon had ever wished for his freedom before. Prismarine was strange, indeed. Still, he felt the stir in his chest that would force him to comply. This time, however, he was all to happy too do so. ((Hope this is alright, I would have gone for a sadder one but after the last one that was posted I went with this.... @Catkidemma))
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Perth walked into the café with a bright smile on his face, this place was so cute! The interior was small and quaint, something from a story or a little fantasy. A pearlcatcher walked up to him after he sat himself down, a calm smile upon her lips.
"Hello there,sir! My name is Vellichor and I will be taking your order today, what would you like?"
Her voice was peaceful and level, like a mother.
"Oh! Hello there Vellichor, its a pleasure to meet you, though Id prefer if you dropped the formalities. Just call me Perth! And I would like a chai latte please."
The tundra had a certian air of a solemn feeling, which contradicted his smile. Though it seemed like he was trying to cover up something, whatever that was though Vellichor wasn't going to ask.
"Of course, Perth. One chai latte coming right up!"
Before the pearlcatcher could leave though, Perth's voice stopped her.
"Is it true that if I told a story my meal would be free?"
His head tilted to the side like a puppy, the fur on his head following his movements. He looked like such a goof.
"Yes that is ttue. Though I do suppose it depends on how good the story is."
His whole demeanor seemed to just brighten at that.
"Well your in luck! I happen to be quite the storyteller, so prepare to be amazed!"
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Perth groaned and stretched. The interior of the bottle that was his prison was just roomy enough to allow him to squirm about but was too small for him to truly get comfortable. Why had the Arcanist done this to him? Perth couldn’t remember. Perhaps he had done something to offend the deity, but he could not possibly fathom what he could have done to deserve this as punishment. Another stretch. Another groan. Perth craned his neck to peer at the world. From inside his bottle, he could see his surroundings just fine. It was the dragons on the outside that could not see through to the interior of his prison.

The maze-like system of caverns, tunnels and caves outside was all Perth had known since his confinement. Not much managed to find its way this deep into the bowels of the earth except for rats and spiders. Perth had tried to give each one a name at some point in time. The endeavor proved fruitless, though, as even these visitors were rare to the point he could never remember if he had named the individual already. The only companion Perth truly had was his imagination. He would spend hours creating vast worlds in his head and weaving great tales and stories to populate the lands he envisioned. He wished he could tell his stories to someone else, but the rats and spiders never stayed long enough and other dragons only cared about his power to grant wishes.

Other dragons, as it were, almost never came by. By comparison, the rats and spiders may as well have lived in Perth’s bottle with him. At first, Perth has tried to call out to these rarest of visitors, yelling so loudly that he often lost his voice afterwards. It became apparent that no one could hear the noises he made while confined him his bottle, however, so in this, too, Perth relented. Occasionally, one of the few dragons to stumble deep into the caves would spot the antique bottle resting in the corner covered in dust and cobwebs. They would wipe the dust away to better examine the bottle’s carvings and, by rubbing the grime from its surface, temporarily free Perth from his prison.

Perth learned very quickly that these dragons only cared about his ability to grant wishes. Still, he was always ecstatic to see them and did his best to prolong the visit if possible, with conversation, song and story. Some humored him. Most pushed his desperation aside and demanded of him their wish. Perth would be forced to grant the request before being sucked back into his porcelain prison. None of the dragons that found him ever offered to take his bottle with them. He could only grant them the one wish and so was useless to them after that.
Then came Prismarine. Perth watched from his bottle as she meandered around a corner and stared through the dark at the cavern she had discovered. Her eyes landed on the old, worn bottle in the corner. Like all the others that noticed him, she strolled over and gently picked the carafe up in her small paws. Like all the others, she rubbed the dust away and watched in surprise as Perth emerged as it from thin air.

“Hello!” Perth exclaimed as he burst into existence. “My, it certainly has been quite a while since my last visitor! It feels great to stretch my wings! How long as it been? I couldn’t say! My name is Perth, by the way! It’s nice to meet you… uhh…”

“Prismarine,” the fae offered.

“Prismarine! What a pretty name! It’s very nice to meet you, Prismarine! Please, allow me to tell you a…”

“Why are you here?”

Perth stopped and stared at his visitor. No one had ever bothered to ask why he was where he was. “Well, I… I honestly don’t know. I remember a normal life as a traveling storyteller. I remember happening across the Arcanist then… everything goes black and I wake up here… in the bottle. The Arcanist is staring down at me. He looks very upset and tells me that he has cast a spell on me. He’s bound me to the bottle you’re holding now, and I can only come out long enough to grant a dragon one wish. I suppose you could say I’m a genie now! Pretty cool, huh?”

“A wish you say?” Prismarine looked thoughtful.

Perth stifled a sigh. Yet another dragon that only cared about getting their wish granted. “Just one,” he confirmed. “One wish and then I’m gone, but it can be any wish! Anything at all! What would you like? Power? Wealth? Fame?”

“I wish for you to come with me,” Prismarine said resolutely. “Follow me to the outside world and join my clan as a free dragon.”

Perth blinked in surprise. “Your wish is… my command! Lead the way, my dear friend!”

No dragon had ever wished for his freedom before. Prismarine was strange, indeed. Still, he felt the stir in his chest that would force him to comply. This time, however, he was all to happy too do so.

((Hope this is alright, I would have gone for a sadder one but after the last one that was posted I went with this.... @Catkidemma))
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[img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/416024247992057867/529756786908200971/43959189_350.png[/img] Vellichor rested her chin under her small hands as she listened, leaning forward ever so slightly. "A sweet tale, indeed! It makes sense that Dragons would use the wish on themselves rather than on a mysterious stranger, even if that is the sad truth of it. I know for a fact that some of my friends probably would do so without a second thought." Vellichor glanced worriedly over to the kitchen area, where she could vaguely see Holly's scales through the tinted glass. She was probably harassing Anecdoche again. Shaking her head, Velli looked back to him. "A wise dragon once said that any choice you make is fueled by your own needs. That you do things only to push yourself forward." Perth frowned at this. "Even an act of kindness?" "Who knows? Maybe she let you free due to wanting to amend for past mistakes. Maybe she wanted a friend, and thought doing that would grant your favor. Or, maybe she even did it to prove to herself that she wasn't selfish, even if doing so would be out of 'self-need.' It's an interesting concept, but I choose to believe that kindness for others doesn't have to be selfish at heart. Because, if it was, I don't think I'd be able to live with the thought of that being why I listen to other peoples tales." Perth was silent in pondering. Vellichor nervously laughed. "Sorry, I'm rambling again. Enjoy your latte!" ------------------------- @LostDreamer It was great! If you want the 250 food points of your choice, just choose which category you want them in (Insect, meat, etc) and ill send them to you~
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Vellichor rested her chin under her small hands as she listened, leaning forward ever so slightly.

"A sweet tale, indeed! It makes sense that Dragons would use the wish on themselves rather than on a mysterious stranger, even if that is the sad truth of it. I know for a fact that some of my friends probably would do so without a second thought." Vellichor glanced worriedly over to the kitchen area, where she could vaguely see Holly's scales through the tinted glass. She was probably harassing Anecdoche again. Shaking her head, Velli looked back to him.

"A wise dragon once said that any choice you make is fueled by your own needs. That you do things only to push yourself forward." Perth frowned at this.

"Even an act of kindness?"

"Who knows? Maybe she let you free due to wanting to amend for past mistakes. Maybe she wanted a friend, and thought doing that would grant your favor. Or, maybe she even did it to prove to herself that she wasn't selfish, even if doing so would be out of 'self-need.' It's an interesting concept, but I choose to believe that kindness for others doesn't have to be selfish at heart. Because, if it was, I don't think I'd be able to live with the thought of that being why I listen to other peoples tales." Perth was silent in pondering. Vellichor nervously laughed.

"Sorry, I'm rambling again. Enjoy your latte!"

@LostDreamer It was great! If you want the 250 food points of your choice, just choose which category you want them in (Insect, meat, etc) and ill send them to you~
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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=388684&tab=dragon&did=46104067][img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=10&bodygene=15&breed=13&element=11&eyetype=4&gender=1&tert=46&tertgene=20&winggene=2&wings=140&auth=7a8ab288771d4b294b731b06467f72d6698d0c33&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] [i]"A lone child..." "Who would let a hatchling roam on their own?" "Did you lose your parents somewhere, little one?"[/i] And those were just a few repeat phrases that Drekary heard throughout her little trip. None of them she bothered to answer, though some of the more persistent dragons got a small, mean burn along with the dragoness' exclaim to bugger off. Eventually they did, letting her to reach a stop in the form of a café. Not bothering with the stares she may be getting from other visitors and/or workers, Drekary took her place... on the table. A pearlcatcher female approached the girl but, before she could even say a single word, Dre cut her off quickly: "Now. Before try the whole 'kiddie spiel', know that I am NO child. I am an adult dragoness! Just, um... cursed. Kind of." The light grin the other bore irritated Drekary. At the very least, she didn't seem to ignore her explanation and nodded, being able to speak her part now. "Good afternoon, miss. I'm Vellichor and I'll be serving you today. Now, what will be your order?" "Um........" A glance around. "Something sweet, I guess. Maybe fruit punch? If there isn't any, then I'll just take whatever is sweet. Wait--" her attention was soon caught by a leaving dragon. "They... they didn't seem to pay for their meal?" Vellichor turned her head at them and calmly shook her head. "He's fine. Y'know, miss....." "Drekary." "Miss Drekary, we have a little thing in this cafe, where a customer can pay for their meal with the story they tell us." "So....The food can be for free if I tell a good enough story?" And another nod from the pearlcatcher. A little moment of thinking and Drekary had decided. "Alright. I guess it won't hurt to try..." Breath in. Breath out. ------ ~~~~~~~~ ------ Drekary was just a maturing hatchling, when she discovered the hidden section in the clan's warehouse. For the lack of a better word, she was immediately amazed by what it held: numerous different scrolls and trinkets, which seemed to change the very beings of the dragons around her. And some of those were the breed changing tomes. She always saw the adults use them, but not the children, so what gives? Why couldn't a youngling read one? Besides, the young guardian desired a different form, to be petite unlike the peers around her. It was the perfect opportunity. And so.... she grabbed one. One of the skydancer scrolls to be exact, as she admired the delicate appearance of the windy beasts. She... She hesitated. Something in her mind tried to convince the girl not to do this, that it was a bad idea. But Drekary shook her head, opened the tome and read the words. Light spun out of the letters and flashed, blinding her for a short while. Though nothing seemed to change after her sight cleared, aside from the ashes of what was once a scroll. Well, until her head went light and she collapsed, losing her consciousness. The child awoke back in her nest, and the world seemed to be much larger than what she remembered it to be. Her body felt lighter as well. Drekary stammered up to Wedon's, the goddess of amphibians, pond to see her reflection, revealing Dre's new form- it was both what she desired, and what she didn't. She was a skydancer now, yes, but her once shining belly and horns are gone, now having her body covered in a skeletal marking. Her butterfly like wings had shifted as well, to more simpler feathers with only a color shift at the tips of the membrane and feathers. Even her voice wasn't as thunderous. The only things that seemed to remain are her body marks and eyes. Everyone thought that Drekary would become less nosy or behaving after this incident. They were wrong. Now stuck living in a child's body, her spite towards everyone only increased. It surprised the hatchlings with how mean she would often be when put together and it took aback adults, who thought she was a mere troublesome child. They all were left guessing as to why she acted that way, with only few understanding her frustrations. Dre wished to be an adult sooner and now, because of her impatience, she now has to endure her being cradeled by strangers. She won't admit the cause to anyone, however. Even more so, Drekary decided to settle in the very same warehouse, scaring off any curious hatchling that may had gotten too close to the same secret vault. She doesn't know why, but she feels that it is a remnant from what she once was. --------- --------- (@Catkidemma I hope this counts, haha. [s]Also bugs would be appreciated[/s]) [/center]
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"A lone child..."
"Who would let a hatchling roam on their own?"
"Did you lose your parents somewhere, little one?"


And those were just a few repeat phrases that Drekary heard throughout her little trip. None of them she bothered to answer, though some of the more persistent dragons got a small, mean burn along with the dragoness' exclaim to bugger off. Eventually they did, letting her to reach a stop in the form of a café.
Not bothering with the stares she may be getting from other visitors and/or workers, Drekary took her place... on the table. A pearlcatcher female approached the girl but, before she could even say a single word, Dre cut her off quickly:
"Now. Before try the whole 'kiddie spiel', know that I am NO child. I am an adult dragoness! Just, um... cursed. Kind of."
The light grin the other bore irritated Drekary. At the very least, she didn't seem to ignore her explanation and nodded, being able to speak her part now.
"Good afternoon, miss. I'm Vellichor and I'll be serving you today. Now, what will be your order?"
"Um........" A glance around. "Something sweet, I guess. Maybe fruit punch? If there isn't any, then I'll just take whatever is sweet. Wait--" her attention was soon caught by a leaving dragon. "They... they didn't seem to pay for their meal?"
Vellichor turned her head at them and calmly shook her head. "He's fine. Y'know, miss....."
"Drekary."
"Miss Drekary, we have a little thing in this cafe, where a customer can pay for their meal with the story they tell us."
"So....The food can be for free if I tell a good enough story?" And another nod from the pearlcatcher. A little moment of thinking and Drekary had decided. "Alright. I guess it won't hurt to try..."
Breath in.
Breath out.
~~~~~~~~
Drekary was just a maturing hatchling, when she discovered the hidden section in the clan's warehouse. For the lack of a better word, she was immediately amazed by what it held: numerous different scrolls and trinkets, which seemed to change the very beings of the dragons around her. And some of those were the breed changing tomes. She always saw the adults use them, but not the children, so what gives? Why couldn't a youngling read one? Besides, the young guardian desired a different form, to be petite unlike the peers around her. It was the perfect opportunity.

And so.... she grabbed one. One of the skydancer scrolls to be exact, as she admired the delicate appearance of the windy beasts. She... She hesitated. Something in her mind tried to convince the girl not to do this, that it was a bad idea. But Drekary shook her head, opened the tome and read the words. Light spun out of the letters and flashed, blinding her for a short while. Though nothing seemed to change after her sight cleared, aside from the ashes of what was once a scroll. Well, until her head went light and she collapsed, losing her consciousness.

The child awoke back in her nest, and the world seemed to be much larger than what she remembered it to be. Her body felt lighter as well. Drekary stammered up to Wedon's, the goddess of amphibians, pond to see her reflection, revealing Dre's new form- it was both what she desired, and what she didn't. She was a skydancer now, yes, but her once shining belly and horns are gone, now having her body covered in a skeletal marking. Her butterfly like wings had shifted as well, to more simpler feathers with only a color shift at the tips of the membrane and feathers. Even her voice wasn't as thunderous. The only things that seemed to remain are her body marks and eyes.

Everyone thought that Drekary would become less nosy or behaving after this incident. They were wrong. Now stuck living in a child's body, her spite towards everyone only increased. It surprised the hatchlings with how mean she would often be when put together and it took aback adults, who thought she was a mere troublesome child. They all were left guessing as to why she acted that way, with only few understanding her frustrations. Dre wished to be an adult sooner and now, because of her impatience, she now has to endure her being cradeled by strangers. She won't admit the cause to anyone, however.
Even more so, Drekary decided to settle in the very same warehouse, scaring off any curious hatchling that may had gotten too close to the same secret vault. She doesn't know why, but she feels that it is a remnant from what she once was.

(@Catkidemma I hope this counts, haha. Also bugs would be appreciated)
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