Dragon Share

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2824237] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/28243/2824237_350.png[/img] [/url] Sunnathy is the oldest dragon in the clan and most just call her grandma, related or not. She is part of the clan Council of Pergamon Mountain Clan. She was born on the day of great tomfoolery, which has coloured all of her life. She always has something amusing to say and knows just what to do to lighten the mood when things get tense. She also has a reputation of not remembering her age. She is often looking after the young ones but it's hard to tell who is a hatchling and who is the elderly, which has resulted in some injuries and broken bones on her. The young ones love her and then respect her when they grow up. But especially devoted are those without family since she has taken care of most of them during the years. But as for everything there is another side to the coin. Sunnathy was there before you and she will be there when you go. She is ageless and she will be there to witness all the births and all the deaths. It used to bother her a lot. But then she decided to become everyone’s grandma. She has the whole clan as her family, especially the youth. They will all go, but they will live on with the clan. Sunnathy will tell the stories. She will keep them all alive. Like she has kept her mate Hywel. And her son Sian. And her grandson Tamuk. And like she will keep her great grandson Taran when his time comes. She will keep them all alive. The alternative is madness.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=233956&tab=dragon&did=28032504][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/280326/28032504_350.png?mtime=We5blgADRoI.png[/img][/url] He's my old man that takes care of all his adopted children. He can't have children himself though.

The very oldest lady in my lair is Gou [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=310074] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/3101/310074_350.png[/img] [/url] Her children had all been slain- all but one- housed far away. She had been exiled off, left to the mercy of another clan. The clan that took her in was more merciful than could be imagined. They were quick to secure her a den, and without hesitation, recovered her one surviving child to be housed along with her in their new home. Reinvigorated, she remains a fighter in her elder years, happy to teach the younger members her ways of the trade.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3848077] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38481/3848077_350.png[/img] [/url] Mindfang was once a pirate, a ruler of the seas. After the Second Age ended with the explosion, her spirit did not find peace; instead, she found herself awakening with a new set of eyes. She was reborn as a dragon. Her talk of the old days got her shunned, and as a full-grown dragon, she hardly speaks of such things anymore. Instead, she hides a diary where she'll write down bits and pieces of her memories. Although a part of her is sorrowful that some days are long gone, she lives her life as a dragon to the fullest. She started a clan of her own, and has retired to let her adoptive daugter rule on her behalf. Of course, she is always there to help... At least when she isn't running off on her own adventures. Old age has not slowed down her lively spirit.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27915877] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/279159/27915877_350.png[/img] [/url] Faust is probably the only one who fits the bill. He's been around the Hewn City for...well, forever, at least that's what it feels like. He's not really a dragon, however. He's a demon--that's the only reasonable explanation for how he can do the things he does, and it's not even [i]that [/i]reasonable. You only go to Faust if you're utterly desperate. You'll come back from your encounter with strange, blood-red markings that slowly drain all of your energy. Most don't even come back. But he's always been there. He always will be.

Mmm, that's a tough choice. Nostromos is the oldest in my clan lore, but she's more of a shadow and doesn't fit the "ancient one" archetype. So I'd have to pick Gwenavire. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30745728] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/307458/30745728_350.png[/img] [/url] Gwenavire is a guide for lost spirits and a fortune teller. She's technically not alive; she's a spirit. She's highly superstitious and her personal lair is lined with bird skulls, candles, crystals and other forms of spiritual offerings. The clan estimates her to be a couple hundred years old, but she's hinted that she's older. Spirits talk to her, and offer her advice and warnings on various things. Young dragons love hearing stories from her, although parents are worried she'll influence them to start trying to summon spirits.

Since my other oldie does not have her lore written yet (it's in my head just have to formulate it haha), have an old 4 digit fire boy. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8885] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/89/8885_350.png[/img] [/url] More Generalistic: Diablo is as old as the lore of Flight Rising itself, back when the Flamecaller first came to power and declared her stronghold of The Ashfall Waste after her great return along with the other 11 Gods. Born of one of the first droplets of magma spilled onto the barren cracked wasteland that is now known as the Great Furnace, he wondered of his true purpose for being given life regularly. That was when he met Whirlpool, an outcast due to her being born with the Tidelord's mark of the vast sea. She had spent several months wandering between the two territories, a dragon with no Flight and no God. That was when it dawned on him: Who ever said that Flights could not coexist? Why must we be separated? Why must we shun those who are not of our dear Mother's blood? Because their Parents were at each other's throats? No. That was their fight. It was at this moment that he decided. The strongest clan would exist not of purely our own Flight, but a melting pot of others. And that strongest clan would be his. One where the strong may rise, the bonds between family would be great, but most of all where Flight meant nothing. This was the dawn of a new clan. LifeBlood. Vita Sanguinis. The prologue-esque thing of the book like thing I'm writing: During the creation of this world, life sprang from the Eleven's very bodies, giving rise to new lands and territories each with distinct characteristics that segregated them from one another. The blood of the Tidelord became a vast sea which boasted armored behemoths and plentiful food sources. The hide of the Icewarden became a crystalline and fragile foundation that gave rise to heavily furred packs of hardened species, and the fur of the Gladekeeper created a jungle of prospering organisms, masters of camouflage constantly evolving. At the time of the conception, the Flamecaller shed her blood and body to give rise to the first born children that would rule the land while she and her brethren would be in deep slumber. The land blackened with the smoldering flesh, and gave way to molten magma that bubbled up from below the cracked earth. Her blood morphed into various shapes and gradually gave way to life upon the land. It was in this way that the first dragons graced the world. From one of these many scattered droplets sprang a bloody red giant, dubbed a Guardian by the Tidelord in later times. He looked down at his claws as he rose from his slumbering position in an almost curious manner. 'What am I?' 'Why am I here?' As the simple sentences danced in his mind repeatedly a voice echoed from within. 'You are one of the firsts, my child. Go. Bring glory to your parent. Find what it is you seek.' He was calm as he spoke to the gentle elder, 'What is my name?' 'Diablo. Ruler of the Evil that may befall our Flight, and the one who brings justice to them.' The giant blinked up to the smoky hazy sky filled with the smells of burning destruction and the roars of the newly born, revealing smoldering eyes that had a spark of light within. He then set off at a lumbering pace, beginning a quest to find himself, and his purpose for living.

The oldest dragon in my lore is Kairos my clan leader! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27144891] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/271449/27144891_350.png[/img] [/url] Kairos has been alive since nearly the beginning of dragonkind, her parents were some of the first of the deities' children to make their homes across Sornieth. Her egg was abandoned in the Tangled Wood and left to rot, when she hatched she found herself alone in a grove that she would eventually come to call the Orphanage. She grew to adulthood in this place, cut off from socialization with other dragons. She became a wanderer, roving from place to place doing what she could to survive. When she was travelling to a place in the Wood where illicit goods were traded and sold, she stumbled into a strange place where rather than slender, needled conifers, there were maple trees that shifted in the still air as though buffeted by a gale. There, she met an avatar of the Shadowbinder, the goddess having taken the form of a Nocturne. After a brief conversation the Shadowbinder revealed herself, and struck a deal with Kairos, giving the blue and green Nocturne an indefinite lifespan as long as this grove, known by the Hollow of Secrets, stood. Kairos has lived for a very long time, and will live for longer still. Many of the dragons from the time of her birth have passed on into the care of their gods, but Kairos remains.