Welcome to the Lunar Grotto
Rules Summary
A dragon who dies in the coliseum is exalted. Easymode for the coliseum. Hatchlings coinflip for survival. H survive, T perish.
FoodPlants: 10-20 matches
Insects: 20-30 matches
Seafood: 30-40 matches
Meat: 40-50 matches
Materials- Writing Trinkets- Art Familiars- Buy a dragon no more than 7000t using RNG for breed. Apparel- Breed dragons Battle Items- H or T Death streak or NothingRare Drop- Wildcard The First Night
Emiri the Tundra fled from invaders. They had hateful red eyes and threatened her small wind clan with the promise of mutation and living decay. Her mother pushed her out of sight quickly and told her to run as far as she could, her wings not yet strong enough to fly. So she did. She ran as far as her legs would take her. She ran, hugging the coast, away from home and before long her legs dropped out from beneath her. Emiri was exhausted. She slept fitfully only to wake and have no idea where she was. She did not know if it was safe to return home, so she continued in the direction of the blowing winds. They would guide her and keep her safe.
It had been a few days, she couldn’t keep track anymore. Her long travels had made her hungry and pathetic. Her paws sunk into the sand of a small hidden cove and she lay down in defeat. She had come so far, she would never see her family again. She began to cry softly into the sand as the sun set on another hopeless day. The wind turned angry. She had smelled a storm coming for a long time, it seemed to accentuate her sadness. She let the wind and rain pour over. She decided she wouldn’t run any more. She might not move again.
Aibek the Fae had been cast out of his home by his own clan. He was too small for them. They prided themselves on being some of the largest Faes in the Tangled Wood. Aibek was just a shame to them. They snickered as they shunned him. Their purple eyes sparkling with laughter as his sparkled with tears. He crawled away into the woods. Anger grew in his heart and he began to run. It was so freeing to speed through the trees. It gave him a sense of power he never felt at home. He ran and ran, faster and faster, until next thing he knew he was completely out of the forest and on a beachy stretch. Aibek froze. He was in completely unknown territory. As he was still a hatchling, this was a very dangerous situation. To make it worse, the wind picked up and rain began to fall. A darkness settled over the cove.
Just then he spotted a figure in the sand. Too small to be a grown dragon. Too fluffy to be a Fae. Too desolate to be any sort of threat. Was it dead? His night vision couldn’t help him discern who or what the figure quite was without approaching it. He took a chance and crept up to the figure The sound of the crunching sand beneath his feet was masked by the storm. He gently placed a small hand into the gritty fur. It was warm. It moved slowly. It was alive! The storm strengthened. Aibek knew he and the figure had to get to safety. He pulled and pulled at the fur.
“We have to find cover! Please move!” His grip slipped from the wet fur and he fell backwards. The figure lifted her head. She was a young Tundra.
“Leave me alone to die.” She replied through soggy sniffles. Aibek knew she surely would in her state if he left her there. He himself was already starting to lose feeling in his extremities from the cold. There was only one thing to do. Aibek bolted straight for her and chomped down right on her ear. She yelped and jumped back with flared wings. They acted as an umbrella for Aibek.
“Ouch! Why would you do that!?” She shouted at him. Aibek squinted through the downpour. He saw a small cave in the sparse moonlight. It was difficult enough for him to see, he doubted the Tundra could see it at all.
“So you would move! Come on, I see some shelter over there!” The Fae pushed at the Tundra’s side until they were both slowly moving towards the grotto that was hidden by tall seagrass.
The two found shelter in the grotto and settled down on the far side beyond the small pool in the center. The moon shone through an oculus in the ceiling, rain dripped peacefully into the pool below. The grotto gave them both a sense of serenity and safety they hadn’t felt in quite a long time.
“Let’s stay here.” The Tundra spoke softly after shaking out her fur. Aibek shuddered with cold and settled in close to her for warmth.
“Gladly.” The pair who saved each other gently fell asleep. It was their first of many nights together in the Lunar Grotto.
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