The Starwood Cove has seen generations come and go. At one point or another, [i]most[/i] of the clan was teenaged... but as of right now, the number has dwindled. To, conveniently, three!
We also have three perma-babies, but darling Blacklight isn't quite done yet (NOXTIIIIDE), and these three fit the story better!
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[/url][nextcol]Yule is the brash skeptic of the three. Going to find Hazel was her idea, and she's adamant that nothing will happen. And! If something does, she's tough enough to protect her clanmates from harm. But NOTHING will happen, right?
Yule may barely qualify as an adult, but the moment [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32857874]Keraia[/url] would let her she signed on to the Lunar Guard. Defend her clan from intruders and aggressors? Heck yes! A life of adventure, wandering the Starwood Strand for creatures needing aid? Oh [i]yeah![/i] Piles upon piles of paperwork? YES - wait, what?
The life of a Guard isn't quite as glamorous as Yule hoped it'd be (Keraia [i]tried[/i] to warn her), but she's not one to go back on her promises, especially one as important as the Guard's Oath. So she sticks around, but she's always looking for ways to spice up her life some.[/columns]
[columns]If the three of them formed a typical RPG adventuring party, Yule would be the melee tank and Ichor would be the DPS spellslinger. Vested in her is a powerful Arcane magic she has no idea how to control, that caused her to destroy her clan with a tantrum when she was a hatchling. She was found by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=5645553]Whispia,[/url] who had a similar background and swore to raise her well.
It wasn't easy, but Whispia taught Ichor three important skills: Mindfulness, self-forgiveness, and compassion. Ichor spends every day of her life trying to make Whispia proud by living peacefully... but it doesn't always work out, not when her powers are tied to her emotions and she's a rather reactive dragon.
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[nextcol]Last to arrive but never last heard is Tagora, a musician and performer with a good heart and a wooden head. Taken in at a young age by the clan's nest-minder, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22509581]Beval,[/url] Tagora knows well the power stories can have and has dedicated her life to telling them to passerby. She's very good at it! But don't expect her to understand everything she's saying, or the underlying symbolism of her performances.
She may be simple, but she's not useless. Tagora was apprenticed to Zetyr for a long time, so she could truly live the adventurous life she sings of, and she picked up a considerable bit of healing Wind magic from both him and Beval. In the RPG metaphor, she's the party's high-HP healbot, and while she's clumsy without choreography, you should see how graceful she is when someone needs tending to.[/columns]
So there you have it: Three dramatically overqualified warriors visiting an urban legend! Yule's sure she doesn't exist, Ichor hopes she does, and Tagora hopes she doesn't but is pretty sure she does. What happens next???
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“Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” Tagora whined, shuffling nervously outside the overgrown hollow. She wasn't even sure how she'd fit inside there, much less get out. It was an unusual bit of forethought for her.
Meanwhile, Yule gave that matter no thought, instead snorting and rolling her eyes. “Yeah and I’m gonna prove it. Stop being such a hatchling. That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story.” Her fins, held high and proud, countered the natural monotony of her tone.
The shadows muttered. Three heads snapped towards them. Tagora winced back, Yule's fins flicked, and Ichor squinted, jaw working faintly. After a moment, she turned to Yule, looking somewhat dire. "Yule, I wouldn't be so sure. I think there's something in there..."
"There ISN'T." Yule snapped, just as the low chuckle rang out from the underbrush, making all three girls jump.
Yule swallowed. "There... there [i]isn't[/i]..." she mumbled, but the words nearly died in her throat, sounding flat even to her.
"Perhaps," Tagora started, "we should run."
Ichor went straight into the cave.
The Starwood Cove has seen generations come and go. At one point or another, most of the clan was teenaged... but as of right now, the number has dwindled. To, conveniently, three!
We also have three perma-babies, but darling Blacklight isn't quite done yet (NOXTIIIIDE), and these three fit the story better!
Yule is the brash skeptic of the three. Going to find Hazel was her idea, and she's adamant that nothing will happen. And! If something does, she's tough enough to protect her clanmates from harm. But NOTHING will happen, right?
Yule may barely qualify as an adult, but the moment Keraia would let her she signed on to the Lunar Guard. Defend her clan from intruders and aggressors? Heck yes! A life of adventure, wandering the Starwood Strand for creatures needing aid? Oh yeah! Piles upon piles of paperwork? YES - wait, what?
The life of a Guard isn't quite as glamorous as Yule hoped it'd be (Keraia tried to warn her), but she's not one to go back on her promises, especially one as important as the Guard's Oath. So she sticks around, but she's always looking for ways to spice up her life some.
If the three of them formed a typical RPG adventuring party, Yule would be the melee tank and Ichor would be the DPS spellslinger. Vested in her is a powerful Arcane magic she has no idea how to control, that caused her to destroy her clan with a tantrum when she was a hatchling. She was found by Whispia, who had a similar background and swore to raise her well.
It wasn't easy, but Whispia taught Ichor three important skills: Mindfulness, self-forgiveness, and compassion. Ichor spends every day of her life trying to make Whispia proud by living peacefully... but it doesn't always work out, not when her powers are tied to her emotions and she's a rather reactive dragon.
Last to arrive but never last heard is Tagora, a musician and performer with a good heart and a wooden head. Taken in at a young age by the clan's nest-minder, Beval, Tagora knows well the power stories can have and has dedicated her life to telling them to passerby. She's very good at it! But don't expect her to understand everything she's saying, or the underlying symbolism of her performances.
She may be simple, but she's not useless. Tagora was apprenticed to Zetyr for a long time, so she could truly live the adventurous life she sings of, and she picked up a considerable bit of healing Wind magic from both him and Beval. In the RPG metaphor, she's the party's high-HP healbot, and while she's clumsy without choreography, you should see how graceful she is when someone needs tending to.
So there you have it: Three dramatically overqualified warriors visiting an urban legend! Yule's sure she doesn't exist, Ichor hopes she does, and Tagora hopes she doesn't but is pretty sure she does. What happens next???
“Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” Tagora whined, shuffling nervously outside the overgrown hollow. She wasn't even sure how she'd fit inside there, much less get out. It was an unusual bit of forethought for her.
Meanwhile, Yule gave that matter no thought, instead snorting and rolling her eyes. “Yeah and I’m gonna prove it. Stop being such a hatchling. That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story.” Her fins, held high and proud, countered the natural monotony of her tone.
The shadows muttered. Three heads snapped towards them. Tagora winced back, Yule's fins flicked, and Ichor squinted, jaw working faintly. After a moment, she turned to Yule, looking somewhat dire. "Yule, I wouldn't be so sure. I think there's something in there..."
"There ISN'T." Yule snapped, just as the low chuckle rang out from the underbrush, making all three girls jump.
Yule swallowed. "There... there isn't..." she mumbled, but the words nearly died in her throat, sounding flat even to her.
"Perhaps," Tagora started, "we should run."
Ichor went straight into the cave.
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[size=3]Pavati's glittering hide stuck out from the undergrowth like a sore thumb, clinking armor (stolen to prove a [i]point[/i], mind you) killing any hope of silence the trio had hoped to accomplish. Zimri shook her covered head and returned her gaze to the path of beaten down foliage in front of them. The coatl's crest of feathers twitched with every sound, but she wasn't afraid. No, she had an almost morbid sense of curiosity towards this supposed ghost story she had heard floating around the camp.
It had taken little conversation to get her blue spiral friend to come along - the little anarchist was always thrilled to play with potential danger, but their [i]enormous[/i] partner hovering over head had taken a little more convincing.
Nightingale, as if on cue, cleared her throat, clearly heard even with the considerable distance between her and the rest of the group. "This the right direction?"
Zimri paused to look up at her. The Imperial's shadow blocked a large sum of stars from her view, but she knew that this dragon's size might come in handy in the event that this supposed monster were real. "It's what Dara told me," Zimri answered, raising her voice so it could be heard. Nightingale's expression remained uncertain, but she beat her wings and continued to glide in a wide circle above them.
"[i]I[/i] think," Pavati started after they had trekked for some time. "Hazel is just a crusty old tale made to scare hatchlings. Even if she was real, there's no way she's still around. She'd be gross and absolutely ancient. "
"Don't be rude." Zimri retorted. There was something changing in the landscape around them, she noticed, something that made the air grow colder and the leaves wilt. "I think we're almost there." With a wave of her glinting wings, she signaled for Nightingale to join them on the ground once they reached a clearing. The Imperial landed with a careful (but still ground shaking) thump. And then...
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"Run! RUN!!!" Pavati shrieked, her body contorting to a near knot as she spun around bolted. Insects of all kinds swarmed from the undergrowth. Eerie lights flickered in the trees. Nightingale stood, frozen to the spot. "This was an awful idea," she mumbled. Her eyes stayed trained on the section of darkness where the face had disappeared. Her wings trembled. "[i]This was an awful idea! Why'd I agree to it?![/i]"
"Nightingale!" Zimri's clipped voice finally reached the Imperial's ears, snapping her out the trance. The Coatl was latched onto her forearm. "There's too many of them, even for you! You have to fly us out of here, they shouldn't be able to catch up with you!"
"R-right. Right!" Nightingale crouched, allowing Zimri to flutter up and take her place on the back of the larger dragon's neck. She whipped her head around, trying to find the shimmer of yellow and blue scales somewhere in the leaves. "Where did Pavati go?"
"Doesn't matter! She's fast, I don't think they'll be able to catch her either! Now come on, [i]go[/i]!"
Nightingale lifted into the sky with a single flap and started back for the Behemoth, unaware of the grinning witch watching them disappear over the tree line.
Pavati's glittering hide stuck out from the undergrowth like a sore thumb, clinking armor (stolen to prove a point, mind you) killing any hope of silence the trio had hoped to accomplish. Zimri shook her covered head and returned her gaze to the path of beaten down foliage in front of them. The coatl's crest of feathers twitched with every sound, but she wasn't afraid. No, she had an almost morbid sense of curiosity towards this supposed ghost story she had heard floating around the camp.
It had taken little conversation to get her blue spiral friend to come along - the little anarchist was always thrilled to play with potential danger, but their enormous partner hovering over head had taken a little more convincing.
Nightingale, as if on cue, cleared her throat, clearly heard even with the considerable distance between her and the rest of the group. "This the right direction?"
Zimri paused to look up at her. The Imperial's shadow blocked a large sum of stars from her view, but she knew that this dragon's size might come in handy in the event that this supposed monster were real. "It's what Dara told me," Zimri answered, raising her voice so it could be heard. Nightingale's expression remained uncertain, but she beat her wings and continued to glide in a wide circle above them.
"I think," Pavati started after they had trekked for some time. "Hazel is just a crusty old tale made to scare hatchlings. Even if she was real, there's no way she's still around. She'd be gross and absolutely ancient. "
"Don't be rude." Zimri retorted. There was something changing in the landscape around them, she noticed, something that made the air grow colder and the leaves wilt. "I think we're almost there." With a wave of her glinting wings, she signaled for Nightingale to join them on the ground once they reached a clearing. The Imperial landed with a careful (but still ground shaking) thump. And then...
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"Run! RUN!!!" Pavati shrieked, her body contorting to a near knot as she spun around bolted. Insects of all kinds swarmed from the undergrowth. Eerie lights flickered in the trees. Nightingale stood, frozen to the spot. "This was an awful idea," she mumbled. Her eyes stayed trained on the section of darkness where the face had disappeared. Her wings trembled. "This was an awful idea! Why'd I agree to it?!"
"Nightingale!" Zimri's clipped voice finally reached the Imperial's ears, snapping her out the trance. The Coatl was latched onto her forearm. "There's too many of them, even for you! You have to fly us out of here, they shouldn't be able to catch up with you!"
"R-right. Right!" Nightingale crouched, allowing Zimri to flutter up and take her place on the back of the larger dragon's neck. She whipped her head around, trying to find the shimmer of yellow and blue scales somewhere in the leaves. "Where did Pavati go?"
"Doesn't matter! She's fast, I don't think they'll be able to catch her either! Now come on, go!"
Nightingale lifted into the sky with a single flap and started back for the Behemoth, unaware of the grinning witch watching them disappear over the tree line.
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Pharmakon was definitely the instigator of this adventure. His, silly, "evil" plots always seem to multiply around this time of year. This time however, he found himself caught up in the middle of his plan to scare some of his clan mates. He ended up catching a good fright himself when the glowing green lights of the Emerald Cave Jewels suddenly all went out and the trio found themselves stuck in complete and total darkness within the cave system.
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BabyCakes only agreed to this scary adventure because she was bored of listening to the hatchlings' not-so-scary stories. Pharmakon convinced her that if she was looking for a real scare, then she would find it Hazel's Haunted Hollow. BabyCakes would never pass on an opportunity for a good fright, and the she was sure that the stories she would tell of her adventure would frighten hatchlings for generations. So when she entered the caves she was slightly disappointed with standard scares of bats, slime, and flickering glow-in-the-dark lights of the Cave Jewels. "It's gonna take more than some natural beasts to scare me," BabyCakes thought to herself as she put a protective wing around Pharmakon when all the lights in the cave went out.
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CHNO has always been in his own world, pretty much his own solar system, when compared to the rest of the clan. He joined the adventure to Hazel's Hollow only when he learned that a variety of psychedelic moss grew plentiful inside of the cave system. CHNO was so busy harvesting the moss that he didn't notice the serpent slithering around his ankles, so it came as a shock when he tripped and fell face first into a mess of cobwebs. Pharmakon and Babycakes helped him up just as the flickering lights in the cave went completely out.
A low moan could be heard from deeper within the cavern. BabyCakes started to move towards it but Pharmakon and CHNO held her back. "This was a bad idea," Pharmakon whispered to the other two.
"But it was YOUR idea," BabyCakes insisted as she pulled the two dragons along with her deeper into the dark....
Pharmakon was definitely the instigator of this adventure. His, silly, "evil" plots always seem to multiply around this time of year. This time however, he found himself caught up in the middle of his plan to scare some of his clan mates. He ended up catching a good fright himself when the glowing green lights of the Emerald Cave Jewels suddenly all went out and the trio found themselves stuck in complete and total darkness within the cave system.
BabyCakes only agreed to this scary adventure because she was bored of listening to the hatchlings' not-so-scary stories. Pharmakon convinced her that if she was looking for a real scare, then she would find it Hazel's Haunted Hollow. BabyCakes would never pass on an opportunity for a good fright, and the she was sure that the stories she would tell of her adventure would frighten hatchlings for generations. So when she entered the caves she was slightly disappointed with standard scares of bats, slime, and flickering glow-in-the-dark lights of the Cave Jewels. "It's gonna take more than some natural beasts to scare me," BabyCakes thought to herself as she put a protective wing around Pharmakon when all the lights in the cave went out.
CHNO has always been in his own world, pretty much his own solar system, when compared to the rest of the clan. He joined the adventure to Hazel's Hollow only when he learned that a variety of psychedelic moss grew plentiful inside of the cave system. CHNO was so busy harvesting the moss that he didn't notice the serpent slithering around his ankles, so it came as a shock when he tripped and fell face first into a mess of cobwebs. Pharmakon and Babycakes helped him up just as the flickering lights in the cave went completely out.
A low moan could be heard from deeper within the cavern. BabyCakes started to move towards it but Pharmakon and CHNO held her back. "This was a bad idea," Pharmakon whispered to the other two.
"But it was YOUR idea," BabyCakes insisted as she pulled the two dragons along with her deeper into the dark....
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I'll write their story shortly :) I just wanted to post them before I forget who I chose XD
I'll write their story shortly :) I just wanted to post them before I forget who I chose XD
Loves all things feline
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Virgil was the one who started this whole thing. He made a bet with Neil, a kid he was supposed to be babysitting, that the woman who was rumored to be living in the cave system near town didn't actually exist, or at least she didn't live [i]in[/i] the caves. Neil was pretty ready to prove him wrong though, and since they were in Wafer's Bakery it only attracted Pizookie's-- a friend of Virgil's who worked there --attention. So the three decided that they were going to prove it tonight, even though they should really be staying in the city to do their job.
As soon as they heard the voice come from the cave, the older two were horrified. Neil on the other hand seemed ecstatic.[/center]
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"S-See! I told you, I knew she was going to be here, Virgil," He pointed in the direction the glowing eyes disappeared, long tail wapping Pizookie, who was behind him, as he flapped his tiny arms. He then abruptly jabbed one of his fingers beneath his eyes to show the weird rock-like look they had, "I know it! I bet I met her before when I was a baby."
As he spoke, he waddled over to the girl and quickly climbed onto her back, burying himself in her feathers, "I told y'all both! You both know I don't lie!" Virgil scoffed.
"Yeah well I uhm-- we should go back now," He cleared his throat even though it never helped his raspy voice, "It's probably someone else, we need to go."
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"Virgil's right," Pizookie, said, voice wavering, "W-We need to go, Wafer and Loretta are going to be mad we took off with someone else's kid anyways," Neil stuck out his thin tongue and furrowed his brows at that.
"You both have to go apologize for calling her old!" He retorted, "And I'm not just some kid!"
"We are [i]not[/i] going in there," Both Virgil and Pizookie said that in unison, surprising them both while Neil let out an exaggerated groan.
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Virgil was the one who started this whole thing. He made a bet with Neil, a kid he was supposed to be babysitting, that the woman who was rumored to be living in the cave system near town didn't actually exist, or at least she didn't live in the caves. Neil was pretty ready to prove him wrong though, and since they were in Wafer's Bakery it only attracted Pizookie's-- a friend of Virgil's who worked there --attention. So the three decided that they were going to prove it tonight, even though they should really be staying in the city to do their job.
As soon as they heard the voice come from the cave, the older two were horrified. Neil on the other hand seemed ecstatic.
"S-See! I told you, I knew she was going to be here, Virgil," He pointed in the direction the glowing eyes disappeared, long tail wapping Pizookie, who was behind him, as he flapped his tiny arms. He then abruptly jabbed one of his fingers beneath his eyes to show the weird rock-like look they had, "I know it! I bet I met her before when I was a baby."
As he spoke, he waddled over to the girl and quickly climbed onto her back, burying himself in her feathers, "I told y'all both! You both know I don't lie!" Virgil scoffed.
"Yeah well I uhm-- we should go back now," He cleared his throat even though it never helped his raspy voice, "It's probably someone else, we need to go."
"Virgil's right," Pizookie, said, voice wavering, "W-We need to go, Wafer and Loretta are going to be mad we took off with someone else's kid anyways," Neil stuck out his thin tongue and furrowed his brows at that.
"You both have to go apologize for calling her old!" He retorted, "And I'm not just some kid!"
"We are not going in there," Both Virgil and Pizookie said that in unison, surprising them both while Neil let out an exaggerated groan.
Gonna work on this throughout the week!
Vladimir (his name is spelled wrong on his page rip), Tsaenor, and Arowa.
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Vladimir (his name is spelled wrong on his page rip), Tsaenor, and Arowa.
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my spooky triplets, Hazel, Hallow, and Harlow!
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perhaps this event is where the three of them found their love for spooky things? they all felt a draw towards scary things as a young dragons. all three of them were so impressed by Hazel's doings that they wanted to take the name Hazel, but the eldest sibling claimed it so the younger two chose similar sounding names.
perhaps this event is where the three of them found their love for spooky things? they all felt a draw towards scary things as a young dragons. all three of them were so impressed by Hazel's doings that they wanted to take the name Hazel, but the eldest sibling claimed it so the younger two chose similar sounding names.
Kai
He/him/his
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Clan Breezewings
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[font=georgia]Mithral's eyes flashed with excitement at the sight of the glowing green eyes and the sound of Hazel's voice. "Look! I told you she was real!" Mithral was the reason the three dragons even went out to see Hazel in the first place; he was always looking for a scare. "Now you can't say anything about me lying, Flower!"
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Flower pouts at Mithral's excitement. "So, there are a couple of glows in the bushes. They're probably just some firebugs. And there's lots of frogs awake tonight." Flower was a stubborn girl who many thought of as... Well, still as stone. She didn't like to believe in things like ghosts without proof. She also loved to show off. "But be glad Kestrel was too busy to come. One small scratch on him, and everything here would be piles of flesh."
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"You're all heart, Flower," Yaremka chuckled. She didn't take these things as seriously as Mithral did, but she came along anyways because she wanted to spend time with him. "But I mean... This is kinda scary, you know? I mean, this Hazel lady... Didn't her familiars cripple old Vyrok last year?"
"I told you, Yaremka," Flower sighed, "Hazel isn't real. This is just an abandoned la-" Flower stopped suddenly. "Hold on. Do you see that?"
"See what?" Mithral was bouncing on his toes, eagerly waiting for something to happen.
"Corpse Cleaner." Flower mumbled, before raising her voice. "RUN!"
Mithral and Yaremka ran past the Corpse Cleaner, which chased them and gave Yaremka quit a nasty scratch.
"The other way, idiots!" Flower hissed, but the other two were cornered by a group of Corpse Cleaners. She charged at the large centipedes and slashed two of them with her claws. "What are you two waiting for?! Help out!"
Yaremka dashed around the room, trying to avoid the familiars as she tried to find an open target, but Mithral just stood there, staring at something behind Flower.
"It's her!" He cried. "It's Madame Hazel!"
Sure enough, as Flower turned around, there was the Bogsneak, who slinked towards the group with a wide grin on her face.
"Leaving so soon?" She cackled. "What a shame. I've been preparing this hollow just for you three."
"We-We're not scared," Flower retorted. "We just have better things to do than be beaten around by some oversized centipedes."
"Fine, then," Hazel sat back with a glint in her eye. "Go, then. I'll have no quarrel with you if you do."
With that, the three dragons left, with Yaremka holding Mithral back to stop him from asking the witch questions. None of the dragons noticed Hazel muttering one of many ancient curses at them, one that would force them to return to the hollow another year, when they are at the brink of forgetting her.
But the dragons didn't notice. Why would they? They already got what they bargained for, maybe even more. But soon, they wouldn't have to bargain.
It would already be here.
Mithral's eyes flashed with excitement at the sight of the glowing green eyes and the sound of Hazel's voice. "Look! I told you she was real!" Mithral was the reason the three dragons even went out to see Hazel in the first place; he was always looking for a scare. "Now you can't say anything about me lying, Flower!"
Flower pouts at Mithral's excitement. "So, there are a couple of glows in the bushes. They're probably just some firebugs. And there's lots of frogs awake tonight." Flower was a stubborn girl who many thought of as... Well, still as stone. She didn't like to believe in things like ghosts without proof. She also loved to show off. "But be glad Kestrel was too busy to come. One small scratch on him, and everything here would be piles of flesh."
"You're all heart, Flower," Yaremka chuckled. She didn't take these things as seriously as Mithral did, but she came along anyways because she wanted to spend time with him. "But I mean... This is kinda scary, you know? I mean, this Hazel lady... Didn't her familiars cripple old Vyrok last year?"
"I told you, Yaremka," Flower sighed, "Hazel isn't real. This is just an abandoned la-" Flower stopped suddenly. "Hold on. Do you see that?"
"See what?" Mithral was bouncing on his toes, eagerly waiting for something to happen.
"Corpse Cleaner." Flower mumbled, before raising her voice. "RUN!"
Mithral and Yaremka ran past the Corpse Cleaner, which chased them and gave Yaremka quit a nasty scratch.
"The other way, idiots!" Flower hissed, but the other two were cornered by a group of Corpse Cleaners. She charged at the large centipedes and slashed two of them with her claws. "What are you two waiting for?! Help out!"
Yaremka dashed around the room, trying to avoid the familiars as she tried to find an open target, but Mithral just stood there, staring at something behind Flower.
"It's her!" He cried. "It's Madame Hazel!"
Sure enough, as Flower turned around, there was the Bogsneak, who slinked towards the group with a wide grin on her face.
"Leaving so soon?" She cackled. "What a shame. I've been preparing this hollow just for you three."
"We-We're not scared," Flower retorted. "We just have better things to do than be beaten around by some oversized centipedes."
"Fine, then," Hazel sat back with a glint in her eye. "Go, then. I'll have no quarrel with you if you do."
With that, the three dragons left, with Yaremka holding Mithral back to stop him from asking the witch questions. None of the dragons noticed Hazel muttering one of many ancient curses at them, one that would force them to return to the hollow another year, when they are at the brink of forgetting her.
But the dragons didn't notice. Why would they? They already got what they bargained for, maybe even more. But soon, they wouldn't have to bargain.
It would already be here.
There are my haunted dragons! ^^
Reaper's Hiro
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Wizard's Nori
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And my lovely mysterious girl, Hisako! ^^
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Crossing paths with a ferberus is considered to be extremely unlucky. Fiona has twelve, of course.
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· english, polish
· plague flight
· wishlist
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As Pumpkin only comes out once a year, she is eager to explore. She is a major fan of everything dark & creepy, so the urban legend of lady Hazel draws her in.
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Lucifuge would not leave his beloved Pumpkin for one second, during this one month of the year where he can actually be with her, so naturally he got dragged along on this adventure, even though he thinks it is silly. Besides, with a name meaning "he who flees the light", what be more befitting for him than to seek out a dark place?
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Radium, much younger than the others, is always excited for adventure, although big sister [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=143127&did=41182776]Radiance[/url] never lets him in on all these dangerous things. However upon hearing Pumpkin talk in excitement about this new adventure, he snuck off along with her, before Radiance could stop him.
As Pumpkin only comes out once a year, she is eager to explore. She is a major fan of everything dark & creepy, so the urban legend of lady Hazel draws her in.
Lucifuge would not leave his beloved Pumpkin for one second, during this one month of the year where he can actually be with her, so naturally he got dragged along on this adventure, even though he thinks it is silly. Besides, with a name meaning "he who flees the light", what be more befitting for him than to seek out a dark place?
Radium, much younger than the others, is always excited for adventure, although big sister Radiance never lets him in on all these dangerous things. However upon hearing Pumpkin talk in excitement about this new adventure, he snuck off along with her, before Radiance could stop him.
