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August 10, 2019 20:42:21

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Hewn City | Lawful Good

When a clan falls out of harmony and peace, creating chaos and rifts, what is left for those who still stick together? For Ilanga and Damien: a newfound love for each other.

» Origins «

Both Ilanga and Damien come from a rough clan; it may have prospered with wealths and have been full of kind dragons alike, but there’s wasn’t a time when something wasn’t wreaking havoc. Although they made it through every single scenario together, the last one broke the clan into pieces, pitted against one another.

Unfortunately, since the clan’s downfall and turmoil, having succumbed to the hivemind and losing more than they’ve won, many have dispersed and some have been left behind, on their own. Some can be found sparsely throughout Sornieth trying to forget their pasts, some still plagued by the nightmares and pinprick of crows. The only two that remain together in the clan are Damien and Ilanga, but they aren’t staying much longer.

They want to be able to forget the corrupts parts of their past and leave them behind where their old clan once stood and start anew but Damien may never shake his nightmares of crows nor is it certain that will Ilanga conquer her anxiety. As they leave, they place Sacridite throughout the village so that maybe one day as dragons wish at the Beacon, a grand crystalline structure will grow here, something much better than an abandoned village with crow feathers and a dead emperor.

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Last edited on Oct 28, 2019 07:32:50 by ilios

[columns][color=transparent]_..[/color][nextcol][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size][color=transparent]__________________________________________________________________[/color][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size] [center][size=6][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]d a m i e n[/color][/i][/font][/size] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44952884][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=44952884&skin=0&apparel=1748,11226,2317,26941,272,11201,3634,13082,5159,1092,27126&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=georgia][i]i.[/i][/font] [size=2]As a bird keeper (who specializes in non-threatening, peaceful leucistic crows) and former healer, Damien survives alone in the Sunbeam Ruins, considering himself a hermit among other names. His days are pleasant, other than the reoccurring nightmares of crows black as night. He relishes the sound of gentle waves lapping the sand, hence why he lives in a still-standing temple near the coast. Not only is the sound on easy on the ears, it helps him stay calm and zone out from the outside world and his mind. He always hears whispers of the ocean no matter where he is, or the sound of crows calling out in otherwise silence. He tends to be obsessive in his ways, finding things to devote his time to, including conquering his nightmares. .[/size] [center][b][color=#bfbfbf]«[/color][/b] [size=3][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]fearless child, broken boy; tell me what it’s like to burn[/color][/i][/font][/size] [b][color=#bfbfbf]»[/color][/b][/center] [font=georgia][i]ii.[/i][/font] [size=2]Damien loves the taste of honey and often notices hints of lingering salt in his mouth. He gingerly touches things and enjoys soft, compassionate touches. Even though he lives alone, he can sometimes feel the memory of his mother tracing, "I love you" onto his back. Damien believes in soulmates and hopes to find his one day. The thought of being intoxicatingly in love without thought of a bloodline make him giddy and dreamy. Being pansexual doesn’t make it easier than it does difficult. Damien wishes he were as graceful and feathered as Skydancers and Coatls, and admires their plumage. He even made his own out of fallen crow feathers. He wishes to be one but is scared of losing his connection to his pearl. Among other breeds, he fancies Imperials for their graceful form, despite the laceration between their breeds. Damien loves small talk with other dragons and learning about other's lives and pasts. He loves collecting sunflowers, as well.[/size] [center][b][color=#bfbfbf]«[/color][/b] [size=3][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]she’s so pretty, she makes my bones ache[/color][/i][/font][/size] [b][color=#bfbfbf]»[/color][/b][/center] [font=georgia][i]iii.[/i][/font] [size=2]When he met Ilanga, he knew something was different about her. Being in her pleasant aura calmed him and kept his nightmares at bay. Sometimes, whenever he casts a mischevious glace at her, he swear he sees an angel. Sometimes, even Lightweaver herself. There is nothing dull or forgetable about Ilanga to him, down to her nervous ticks and her delightfully pristine dove, ilios. Sometime he catches her sneaking glances at him and he looks right back, only for her to look away, blushing. Why won’t she let him see her eyes? He knows her love for him, she’s acts much like an open book, but he doesn’t tell her. He doesn’t want to squish her courage. Maybe one day she’ll say the words and all will be good.[/size] [size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size][color=transparent]__________________________________________________________________[/color][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size] [nextcol][color=transparent]_..[/color][/columns] [right][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2171593][size=1][font=georgia][color=#bbbbbb][i]code[/i][/color][/font][/size][/url][/right]

ilios

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August 10, 2019 20:44:05

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i.
As a bird keeper (who specializes in non-threatening, peaceful leucistic crows) and former healer, Damien survives alone in the Sunbeam Ruins, considering himself a hermit among other names. His days are pleasant, other than the reoccurring nightmares of crows black as night. He relishes the sound of gentle waves lapping the sand, hence why he lives in a still-standing temple near the coast. Not only is the sound on easy on the ears, it helps him stay calm and zone out from the outside world and his mind. He always hears whispers of the ocean no matter where he is, or the sound of crows calling out in otherwise silence. He tends to be obsessive in his ways, finding things to devote his time to, including conquering his nightmares.
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« fearless child, broken boy; tell me what it’s like to burn »

ii.
Damien loves the taste of honey and often notices hints of lingering salt in his mouth. He gingerly touches things and enjoys soft, compassionate touches. Even though he lives alone, he can sometimes feel the memory of his mother tracing, "I love you" onto his back. Damien believes in soulmates and hopes to find his one day. The thought of being intoxicatingly in love without thought of a bloodline make him giddy and dreamy. Being pansexual doesn’t make it easier than it does difficult. Damien wishes he were as graceful and feathered as Skydancers and Coatls, and admires their plumage. He even made his own out of fallen crow feathers. He wishes to be one but is scared of losing his connection to his pearl. Among other breeds, he fancies Imperials for their graceful form, despite the laceration between their breeds. Damien loves small talk with other dragons and learning about other's lives and pasts. He loves collecting sunflowers, as well.

« she’s so pretty, she makes my bones ache »

iii.
When he met Ilanga, he knew something was different about her. Being in her pleasant aura calmed him and kept his nightmares at bay. Sometimes, whenever he casts a mischevious glace at her, he swear he sees an angel. Sometimes, even Lightweaver herself. There is nothing dull or forgetable about Ilanga to him, down to her nervous ticks and her delightfully pristine dove, ilios. Sometime he catches her sneaking glances at him and he looks right back, only for her to look away, blushing. Why won’t she let him see her eyes? He knows her love for him, she’s acts much like an open book, but he doesn’t tell her. He doesn’t want to squish her courage. Maybe one day she’ll say the words and all will be good.

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Ilios; + she/her.
FR +2. minimalist.
> about me
> wishlist
> art shop

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Last edited on Oct 28, 2019 07:36:49 by ilios

[columns][color=transparent]_..[/color][nextcol][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size][color=transparent]__________________________________________________________________[/color][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size] [center][size=6][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]i l a n g a[/color][/i][/font][/size] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49242443][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=49242443&skin=0&apparel=1748,2317,272,24049,26941,13082,9214,3634,432,24047,24050,1094&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=georgia][i]i.[/i][/font] [size=2]Ilanga is a chaotic, young soul who wants to do nothing more than please others and enjoy life to the fullest. It’s only her anxiety and her doubts that hold her back. But with a growing love for another dragon, and a new family, those obstacle are growing out of being mountains. She gets her artistic aspects from her mother, who would've been an art teacher at a local acolyte school, but she was burdened with a child. Her mother had to live alone and carry Ilanga until she was born. Without a lover and being very young, it was challenging, but despite the odds, she pulled through. When Ilanga was born, she had to help her mother with many things. In return, her mother showered her with bottomless love and taught her all she knew. (It made up for the rude glances and names often throw at her, like mistake or accident) They were inseparable, and nothing could tear their small family apart. But without a father figure in her life, she felt as though a piece of her was incomplete.[/size] [center][b][color=#bfbfbf]«[/color][/b] [size=3][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]i’m trying to be perfect, isn’t that what you wanted?[/color][/i][/font][/size] [b][color=#bfbfbf]»[/color][/b][/center] [font=georgia][i]ii.[/i][/font] [size=2]Her mother always valued Ilanga with such prestige, Ilanga could do nothing less than live up to her mother's standards. Excelling in her studies and flaunting her artistic skills, through music and painting, Ilanga tried her best. It was only when she was coming of age that the burnout hit her, and it hit hard. For once her life, she wasn't valued as the smartest, the most this and the most that. Her mother began to care less. (She didn't mean to, the demands of the village were catching up to her) Ilanga felt her life was without worth and fell into a depression. That piece of her left empty tore a gaping hole in her heart. She longed for someone to love her the way everyone else does around her, to find a soulmate, to ease her anxiety. Then she met Damien, another dragon whom she began to love dearly, helped her to her feet. She found her missing piece and couldn't imagine a life before him or a life without him. They grew close, and many thought the two love birds were flirtatious soul mates.[/size] [center][b][color=#bfbfbf]«[/color][/b] [size=3][font=georgia][i][color=#636363]suddenly all the love songs were about you[/color][/i][/font][/size] [b][color=#bfbfbf]»[/color][/b][/center] [font=georgia][i]iii.[/i][/font] [size=2]The two are not yet a couple but they spend the majority of their time together in his temple on the coast of the Sunbeam Ruins. Although her home is in The Hewn City under twinkling fairy lights and the covet of darkness, she loves sunrises and sunsets by Damien's side. Ilanga is trying to work up the courage to tell him how she really feels, but she fears rejection and loneliness. Ilanga loves the smell of rain and is quite fond of her dove, ilios, given to her by her mother. She loves the color yellow and can't turn down a good scroll. Though it may be looked down upon by her mother, she identifies as a biromantic asexual. She believes that romance is about true love and openness rather than a bloodline. Even though she cuts herself off to prevent herself from being a burden to others, she loves being social but fears others’ opinions of her. She also has an odd hobby of collecting squirrel skulls. Whenever she is on her travels or even on a quick walk, she makes it her goal to bring home at least one. Damien admires her deteremination and odd quirks. He keeps a squirrel skull of hers by his besides on the highest shelf in his bookcase.[/size] [size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size][color=transparent]__________________________________________________________________[/color][size=5][color=#bfbfbf][/color][/size] [nextcol][color=transparent]_..[/color][/columns] [right][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2171593][size=1][font=georgia][color=#bbbbbb][i]code[/i][/color][/font][/size][/url][/right]

ilios

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August 10, 2019 20:51:48

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i l a n g a

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i.
Ilanga is a chaotic, young soul who wants to do nothing more than please others and enjoy life to the fullest. It’s only her anxiety and her doubts that hold her back. But with a growing love for another dragon, and a new family, those obstacle are growing out of being mountains. She gets her artistic aspects from her mother, who would've been an art teacher at a local acolyte school, but she was burdened with a child. Her mother had to live alone and carry Ilanga until she was born. Without a lover and being very young, it was challenging, but despite the odds, she pulled through. When Ilanga was born, she had to help her mother with many things. In return, her mother showered her with bottomless love and taught her all she knew. (It made up for the rude glances and names often throw at her, like mistake or accident) They were inseparable, and nothing could tear their small family apart. But without a father figure in her life, she felt as though a piece of her was incomplete.

« i’m trying to be perfect, isn’t that what you wanted? »

ii.
Her mother always valued Ilanga with such prestige, Ilanga could do nothing less than live up to her mother's standards. Excelling in her studies and flaunting her artistic skills, through music and painting, Ilanga tried her best. It was only when she was coming of age that the burnout hit her, and it hit hard. For once her life, she wasn't valued as the smartest, the most this and the most that. Her mother began to care less. (She didn't mean to, the demands of the village were catching up to her) Ilanga felt her life was without worth and fell into a depression. That piece of her left empty tore a gaping hole in her heart. She longed for someone to love her the way everyone else does around her, to find a soulmate, to ease her anxiety. Then she met Damien, another dragon whom she began to love dearly, helped her to her feet. She found her missing piece and couldn't imagine a life before him or a life without him. They grew close, and many thought the two love birds were flirtatious soul mates.

« suddenly all the love songs were about you »

iii.
The two are not yet a couple but they spend the majority of their time together in his temple on the coast of the Sunbeam Ruins. Although her home is in The Hewn City under twinkling fairy lights and the covet of darkness, she loves sunrises and sunsets by Damien's side. Ilanga is trying to work up the courage to tell him how she really feels, but she fears rejection and loneliness. Ilanga loves the smell of rain and is quite fond of her dove, ilios, given to her by her mother. She loves the color yellow and can't turn down a good scroll. Though it may be looked down upon by her mother, she identifies as a biromantic asexual. She believes that romance is about true love and openness rather than a bloodline. Even though she cuts herself off to prevent herself from being a burden to others, she loves being social but fears others’ opinions of her. She also has an odd hobby of collecting squirrel skulls. Whenever she is on her travels or even on a quick walk, she makes it her goal to bring home at least one. Damien admires her deteremination and odd quirks. He keeps a squirrel skull of hers by his besides on the highest shelf in his bookcase.

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Ilios; + she/her.
FR +2. minimalist.
> about me
> wishlist
> art shop

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Last edited on Oct 28, 2019 07:41:09 by ilios

ancient scripture and arts left behind after their passing [center][font=Trebuchet ms][color=#696969] -Gentle waves on soft sand surround him, cut only by the midnight warnings of crows. -Feathered and fine, you are relaxed by his side. -Do not mention the dark plumage left on the ruins. They are not his. -The white birds are friendly, and calm. -No matter the shells pressed to his ears, he can't run from the eyes of midnight. -His mother once traced love into his back. Sometimes, he can still feel her. -The sea sinks between his teeth and salts his tongue. -His hands are soft, and skilled. -Sunflower seeds in raven beaks fall as he collects their feathers for his own. -Making up what he can never be, he tries to forget the warnings. Eldritch style by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=412684]Olega[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=442889][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/44b3fb28-0bce-46c5-835f-f7babe2b8874/dcxeogt-a28d832a-65e7-4339-a72d-a3f19e260823.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=285260][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/de9149e1-31de-4166-838a-626e24e405ad/dcxhhps-82f5cc96-9f55-4eb0-896f-61e510ee46b2.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=361590][img]https://i.imgur.com/MqcUwK7.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=475472][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/579794734432780290/607352477326508043/image0.png[/img][/url] ----- [center] [font=Trebuchet ms][color=#696969][size=4] She was a joy, A wonder. She was smart, And beautiful. With the pen she created masterpieces. But she exhausted herself, No longer heralded as the best. Her mother’s attention turned toward the village, And she sank into sorrow, Until he came around. And swept her up. And gave her purpose. Gave her back her light. Poem by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=322181]Eurydise[/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=5842][img]https://i.imgur.com/Jyr7V6g.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=361590][img]https://i.imgur.com/MqcUwK7.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=343411][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/555310504177041408/588590592850919429/ilios_com.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=475472][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/579794734432780290/607352450545876993/image0.png[/img][/url]

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