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TOPIC | Theme Week: Bound to Mimic
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[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404637/40463698_350.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/438342/43834136_350.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469956/46995587_350.png[/img] Deaglan, Darken and Nameless? Oh boy I smell trouble! __________________________________________________________________ "The mimic is an enemy! " roared the guardian "we must defeat 'em! Ya! We must!" "Calm down muscle head" snickered the skydancer "we shall not be fooled into thinking the way this foe want us to think, we must overcome our fallaciouses senses, we must..." "Cut this nonsense both of you" hissed the tundra "we must find this...[i]thing[/i] and get rid of it, for the babies". The unlikely party searched everywhere, cresting avoc in the lair all night long untill dawn was near "What shall we do now? We are doomed and defeated, our foolery chose our fates! Oh the arrogance! We were fools!" Cried Darken "I'm afraid mister fancy talk here is right" sighed Nameless "Shut up ya crybaby! I cannot surrender now! No way! I just got ma' charge again!" "Again?" Inquired Nameless, her eyes widened "Ya bet it! I thought I had lost ma' wife! Ma' charge!" "My friend, your wife was not lost, that sweet being just went to visit her native clan in the far away islands!" Explained Darken "Ya lie! She was lost but I found her! She is in ma' den right now!" The skydancer and the tundra looked at each other "Deaglan! That's not your wife! It's the mimic!"
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Deaglan, Darken and Nameless? Oh boy I smell trouble!

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"The mimic is an enemy! " roared the guardian "we must defeat 'em! Ya! We must!"

"Calm down muscle head" snickered the skydancer "we shall not be fooled into thinking the way this foe want us to think, we must overcome our fallaciouses senses, we must..."

"Cut this nonsense both of you" hissed the tundra "we must find this...thing and get rid of it, for the babies".

The unlikely party searched everywhere, cresting avoc in the lair all night long untill dawn was near

"What shall we do now? We are doomed and defeated, our foolery chose our fates! Oh the arrogance! We were fools!" Cried Darken

"I'm afraid mister fancy talk here is right" sighed Nameless

"Shut up ya crybaby! I cannot surrender now! No way! I just got ma' charge again!"

"Again?" Inquired Nameless, her eyes widened

"Ya bet it! I thought I had lost ma' wife! Ma' charge!"

"My friend, your wife was not lost, that sweet being just went to visit her native clan in the far away islands!" Explained Darken

"Ya lie! She was lost but I found her! She is in ma' den right now!"

The skydancer and the tundra looked at each other "Deaglan! That's not your wife! It's the mimic!"
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gonna be writing about these three here. :) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8030722] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/80308/8030722_350.png[/img] [/url] Thea is the clan's first warrior. She takes it upon herself to guard and protect her clanmates, and she feels she's failed horribly in this instance. She's determined to reclaim her honour and save her family. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=11679644] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/116797/11679644_350.png[/img] [/url] Hecate is the clan's alchemist. She's compassionate and worried about the dragons left behind in their flight. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38098128] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380982/38098128_350.png[/img] [/url] Yumi is Hecate's adopted daughter. Being a mimic herself, she knows the danger her kind are capable of. She's learned to love and cares deeply for the clan that took her and a number of her ilk in without question. As such, the fact that another mimic, some outsider, is threatening her family bothers her greatly. --------------------------------------------------------- “Are they traitors?!” Thea demanded, stomping a claw to the ground in a rare show of upset. The normally calm Mirror was bristling, wings flared out and claws buried in the soil. “No, not traitors. They’re victims of a creature we call a mimic. I’ve broken its influence on this one, but in order to save your lair, you must act. Sornieth is in danger and it will take every free dragon to save it.” She waved a wing over the sleeping dragon below her. “This one will sleep here safely while you find and destroy the mimic.” “But how?” Hecate asked softly, watching as Yumi, glass wings tinkling as she moved, mournfully nudged their sleeping Nocturne friend. “What a mimic lacks in physical strength they make up for in influence and magic. One of your clanmates must have come across a mimic when it emerged for this long night. To enter your lair, the mimic used their magic to bond itself to them. Instead of seeing the creature, your clanmate saw an item of great value to hoard. If you find that dragon, you’ll find the mimic.” Shadowsong moved to each of them one by one, laying a single talon on their forehead. A different song whispered past each of them as she did. “Your Nocturne clanmates under the Mimic’s influence will not see you. The one it bonded itself to...let’s hope we’re not too late.” She paused. Then Shadowsong continued, her dark eyes filled with sorrow. “The non-Nocturne dragons in your clan are likely injured or imprisoned. Possibly worse. You mustn’t allow yourselves to be distracted. Find the mimic.” She rose up, her swirl of constellations blending into the night sky. “Move carefully, move quickly. I, or one of my kind, will return. If you succeed, we will be able to save your clanmates.” “What if we don’t?” Hecate asked, concern in her voice. What if Selene and Luna returned before they could find the troublesome mimic? “If you don’t, you’ll be dead,” Shadowsong replied as she disappeared into a cloud of night and stars. The Yumi looked back down at her sleeping friend and took a deep breath before lifting her claws to sign, 'Let’s get started.' She wore a determined look on her tiny face. She wouldn't have some evil mimic smearing the good names of her or her friends. Thea and Hecate nodded. All of them had stakes in this issue, be it pride, love, or both. -------------------------------------- They find the mimic. Thea and Yumi work together to soundly thrash it while Hecate does her best to help from the sidelines. Hecate then tosses the dead mimic into her cauldron... [i]just[/i] to make certain that it's not going to come back to haunt them later.
gonna be writing about these three here. :)

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Thea is the clan's first warrior. She takes it upon herself to guard and protect her clanmates, and she feels she's failed horribly in this instance. She's determined to reclaim her honour and save her family.

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Hecate is the clan's alchemist. She's compassionate and worried about the dragons left behind in their flight.

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Yumi is Hecate's adopted daughter. Being a mimic herself, she knows the danger her kind are capable of. She's learned to love and cares deeply for the clan that took her and a number of her ilk in without question. As such, the fact that another mimic, some outsider, is threatening her family bothers her greatly.


“Are they traitors?!” Thea demanded, stomping a claw to the ground in a rare show of upset. The normally calm Mirror was bristling, wings flared out and claws buried in the soil.

“No, not traitors. They’re victims of a creature we call a mimic. I’ve broken its influence on this one, but in order to save your lair, you must act. Sornieth is in danger and it will take every free dragon to save it.” She waved a wing over the sleeping dragon below her. “This one will sleep here safely while you find and destroy the mimic.”

“But how?” Hecate asked softly, watching as Yumi, glass wings tinkling as she moved, mournfully nudged their sleeping Nocturne friend.

“What a mimic lacks in physical strength they make up for in influence and magic. One of your clanmates must have come across a mimic when it emerged for this long night. To enter your lair, the mimic used their magic to bond itself to them. Instead of seeing the creature, your clanmate saw an item of great value to hoard. If you find that dragon, you’ll find the mimic.”

Shadowsong moved to each of them one by one, laying a single talon on their forehead. A different song whispered past each of them as she did. “Your Nocturne clanmates under the Mimic’s influence will not see you. The one it bonded itself to...let’s hope we’re not too late.” She paused. Then Shadowsong continued, her dark eyes filled with sorrow. “The non-Nocturne dragons in your clan are likely injured or imprisoned. Possibly worse. You mustn’t allow yourselves to be distracted. Find the mimic.”

She rose up, her swirl of constellations blending into the night sky. “Move carefully, move quickly. I, or one of my kind, will return. If you succeed, we will be able to save your clanmates.”

“What if we don’t?” Hecate asked, concern in her voice. What if Selene and Luna returned before they could find the troublesome mimic?

“If you don’t, you’ll be dead,” Shadowsong replied as she disappeared into a cloud of night and stars.

The Yumi looked back down at her sleeping friend and took a deep breath before lifting her claws to sign, 'Let’s get started.' She wore a determined look on her tiny face. She wouldn't have some evil mimic smearing the good names of her or her friends.

Thea and Hecate nodded. All of them had stakes in this issue, be it pride, love, or both.


They find the mimic. Thea and Yumi work together to soundly thrash it while Hecate does her best to help from the sidelines. Hecate then tosses the dead mimic into her cauldron... just to make certain that it's not going to come back to haunt them later.
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changing my username... eventually. lmao
@Saraceaser: [s](To be edited with a full story; putting this here so I don't forget~)[/s] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24066978] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/240670/24066978_350.png[/img] [/url] Quarian would be the first Dragon; he's... always confused (if that's the word for it) and extremely curious, but is a sweetheart, and would try and help save his friends and Clanmates... in his own unconventional way. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23974622] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/239747/23974622_350.png[/img] [/url] Kamarian would definitely be the middle Dragon; he has the mind of a warrior, but is still very much young in heart and soul - he would probably be worried and such for everyone (especially Rosetta, his mate) but would push all that down to face his fears as a leader of the small group. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33975540] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/339756/33975540_350.png[/img] [/url] Jubilee would be the third Dragon; not prone to fighting but very loyal to her friends and Clanmates, she would try and power through her fear. The Condensed Version of What Happened: Ruby, a Nocturne and the Clan's hoarder of a sorts, probably found a mimic (Mirror Mimic, probably) by accident in her room, but probably thought it was just another random thing sitting around in her room. Fascinated by it (as she grew under it's influence) she went and showed the others of her Clan. As she was a Nocturne, the other Nocturnes in the Clan swiftly fell under the Mimic's influence, and proceeded to attack and capture the rest of the Clanmates, who were completely caught unaware. Kamarian, Quarian, and Jubilee were the only ones who didn't get captured as they were out and about, and only found what happened when they were returned and Eclipse, an influenced Nocturne, proceeded to attack them. Thankfully they were spared from hurting their Clanmate when Shadowsong appeared. Regrouping, the three decided it was best to sneak in and try and find clues as to what happened. Quite a few close-calls later, Quarian found that something in Ruby's room wasn't right and snuck inside. It was only thanks to Silvy, Ruby's beloved Familiar and a Clouddancer, cawing in warning that Quarian was able to avoid getting attacked by a crazed Ruby. Kamarian and Jubilee, who were nearby, heard the commotion and quickly swept into the room to see Ruby acting feral and mad. While Kamarian went to help Quarian, Jubilee saw that a strange object seemed to glow and move, and proceeded to get closer. Upon seeing it had an evil aura radiating from it - Shade-infected, it appeared - she immediately broke it, and like that, Ruby and the other infected Nocturnes were released from the Mimic's influence. Some more stuff happened, but the Story will be written when I remember/find the time to. :P Ruby: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24361931] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/243620/24361931.png[/img] [/url]
@Saraceaser: (To be edited with a full story; putting this here so I don't forget~)



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Quarian would be the first Dragon; he's... always confused (if that's the word for it) and extremely curious, but is a sweetheart, and would try and help save his friends and Clanmates... in his own unconventional way.

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Kamarian would definitely be the middle Dragon; he has the mind of a warrior, but is still very much young in heart and soul - he would probably be worried and such for everyone (especially Rosetta, his mate) but would push all that down to face his fears as a leader of the small group.

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Jubilee would be the third Dragon; not prone to fighting but very loyal to her friends and Clanmates, she would try and power through her fear.

The Condensed Version of What Happened:

Ruby, a Nocturne and the Clan's hoarder of a sorts, probably found a mimic (Mirror Mimic, probably) by accident in her room, but probably thought it was just another random thing sitting around in her room. Fascinated by it (as she grew under it's influence) she went and showed the others of her Clan. As she was a Nocturne, the other Nocturnes in the Clan swiftly fell under the Mimic's influence, and proceeded to attack and capture the rest of the Clanmates, who were completely caught unaware. Kamarian, Quarian, and Jubilee were the only ones who didn't get captured as they were out and about, and only found what happened when they were returned and Eclipse, an influenced Nocturne, proceeded to attack them. Thankfully they were spared from hurting their Clanmate when Shadowsong appeared. Regrouping, the three decided it was best to sneak in and try and find clues as to what happened. Quite a few close-calls later, Quarian found that something in Ruby's room wasn't right and snuck inside. It was only thanks to Silvy, Ruby's beloved Familiar and a Clouddancer, cawing in warning that Quarian was able to avoid getting attacked by a crazed Ruby. Kamarian and Jubilee, who were nearby, heard the commotion and quickly swept into the room to see Ruby acting feral and mad. While Kamarian went to help Quarian, Jubilee saw that a strange object seemed to glow and move, and proceeded to get closer. Upon seeing it had an evil aura radiating from it - Shade-infected, it appeared - she immediately broke it, and like that, Ruby and the other infected Nocturnes were released from the Mimic's influence.

Some more stuff happened, but the Story will be written when I remember/find the time to. :P

Ruby:

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[color=grey] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36281574] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/362816/36281574_350.png[/img] [/url] Mirabella, one of the seven witches of the clan, and Petronella(The clan's only nocturne)'s coven-sister. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46165783] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461658/46165783_350.png[/img] [/url] Narcisson, a warlock who despises Petronella, and will probably try to do something to make sure this all goes wrong. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39767682] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/397677/39767682_350.png[/img] [/url] And his mate, Hyacinta, who has a [i]complicated relationship[/i] with Petronella, which is the reason Narcisson so hates the nocturne. ----- (Writing will go here soon!) [color=grey] As the vision dimmed, the green fire that always seemed to follow Narcisson around flared once again, casting a faint glow over the slumped shape of the nocturne on the floor. [color=#91e88d]"Nell?"[/color] A small voice echoed throughout the cavern, as the brightly coloured coatl crept forward to examine Petronella's form. She turned back to face the two other dragons when the nocturne didn't respond.[color=#91e88d]"Oh gods, what has it done to her?" [/color] [color=#133314]"I think,"[/color] hissed the spiral, [color=#133314]"We just got informed on that."[/color] He spun, and began to head towards the treeline. [color=#133314]"Now come, Hyacinta, we should go and make sure our son is secure."[/color] The coatl gasped [color=#91e88d]"Rosalin!"[/color] She rose from the floor, but froze, and looked back, [color=#91e88d]"But what about..." [/color] Narcisson growled [color=#133314]"Our son, Hyacinta"[/color] The coatl jumped [color=#91e88d]"Right, yes, of course," [/color]and continued to make her way over to the spiral. She had barely taken a few steps, though, when- [color=#e2b5d9]"I don't think so, you two."[/color] (WIP) [s]Hang on for this to work i need to get myself another nocturne i will get on that soon.[/s] MWAHAHA I HAVE ONE NOW this will be continued soooon


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Mirabella, one of the seven witches of the clan, and Petronella(The clan's only nocturne)'s coven-sister.


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Narcisson, a warlock who despises Petronella, and will probably try to do something to make sure this all goes wrong.


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And his mate, Hyacinta, who has a complicated relationship with Petronella, which is the reason Narcisson so hates the nocturne.

(Writing will go here soon!)

As the vision dimmed, the green fire that always seemed to follow Narcisson around flared once again, casting a faint glow over the slumped shape of the nocturne on the floor.

"Nell?" A small voice echoed throughout the cavern, as the brightly coloured coatl crept forward to examine Petronella's form. She turned back to face the two other dragons when the nocturne didn't respond."Oh gods, what has it done to her?"

"I think," hissed the spiral, "We just got informed on that." He spun, and began to head towards the treeline. "Now come, Hyacinta, we should go and make sure our son is secure."
The coatl gasped "Rosalin!" She rose from the floor, but froze, and looked back, "But what about..."

Narcisson growled "Our son, Hyacinta"
The coatl jumped "Right, yes, of course," and continued to make her way over to the spiral. She had barely taken a few steps, though, when-

"I don't think so, you two."
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Hang on for this to work i need to get myself another nocturne i will get on that soon. MWAHAHA I HAVE ONE NOW this will be continued soooon
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HATSANDBANDAGES
"fool, you shouldn't stare into these eyes of fire."

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[center]"Witches three are we. Our Master sleeps, but not His enemies. To this end we travel, luring the hunters of His enemy's clan into the clutches of these mimics." [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43903568] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/439036/43903568_350.png[/img] [/url] Maziah, a Blood Sorceress. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44224351] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/442244/44224351_350.png[/img] [/url] Maela, an Illusionist. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42635211] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/426353/42635211_350.png[/img] [/url] Erika, a Seeress. These three are in service to the Slumbering Lich, and rather than fight off the Mimics, they aim to sabotage a rival clan with them.[/center]
"Witches three are we. Our Master sleeps, but not His enemies. To this end we travel, luring the hunters of His enemy's clan into the clutches of these mimics."


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Maziah, a Blood Sorceress.


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Maela, an Illusionist.


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Erika, a Seeress.

These three are in service to the Slumbering Lich, and rather than fight off the Mimics, they aim to sabotage a rival clan with them.
Stressed DM and collector of broken things.
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/bY6wFgd4/45825127-350.png[/img] She found the mimic in a strange ominous room, a chest that was just waiting to be opened. Though she knows about not trusting chests, so DarkSouls would go ahead and throw an undead charm on it to stun it, and after that the mimic revealed itself with the teeth and tongue and the folded legs and arms inside the chest. If it weren't for the charm she'd be dead, but now the mimic will be the one that will die. She would have used her sword to swing and swing onto the mimic until it makes a sound to signal it's death. Victory! And a new item!
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She found the mimic in a strange ominous room, a chest that was just waiting to be opened. Though she knows about not trusting chests, so DarkSouls would go ahead and throw an undead charm on it to stun it, and after that the mimic revealed itself with the teeth and tongue and the folded legs and arms inside the chest. If it weren't for the charm she'd be dead, but now the mimic will be the one that will die. She would have used her sword to swing and swing onto the mimic until it makes a sound to signal it's death. Victory! And a new item!
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(WIP) [center][b][u]Prologue[/u][/b] Iris [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42345373] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/423454/42345373_350.png[/img] [/url] Iris was packing her bag, getting ready for another day of work with her mate. She and Anwyl where traveling merchants but they mostly stayed in the clan when they weren't away, atleast they would only travel around the Tangled Woods during the Night of the Nocturne that was how they worked, during a festival they only traveled trough the festivals domain. When Iris had packed she decided to wait at the clans border until her mate was ready, that was when she saw something shining in a bush. The tundra walked towards the bush, picking up the item that was in it. A compass. [b][u]The Mimic Hunt[/u][/b] Durian, Selene and Javari [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=332407&tab=dragon&did=46148856][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/461489/46148856.png?mtime=W-iUvwAAQlc.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=332407&tab=dragon&did=47699400][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/476995/47699400.png?mtime=XB5-BgAAS6M.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=332407&tab=dragon&did=44302695][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/443027/44302695.png?mtime=XAqXMAAAPCI.png[/img][/url] Durian looked at his best friend [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=332407&tab=dragon&did=47894049]Cedric[/url] that had been put to sleep. He had seen what Cedric tried to do to Selene and didn't want to let his friend down, Selene was luckily not badly damaged due to the fact that she was half celestial. "Lets go!" the wildclaw said to the others, filled with determination to help his friend Cedric. He looked at Javari and Selene, the skydancer was obviously ready for the mission but the emotional fae looked at Durian with fear in his eyes "W-what if we fail?" Javari asked him. "Don't worry about it Javari, we will succeed" the wildclaw told him and patted the fae on his head "I'll make sure of it". The trio had already started to walk tho without knowing truly where "Ok, to find the mimic we need to find the dragon" Durian said to the other dragons "We don't have many possibilities since most dragons are asleep so that leaves us to Iris, Anwyl, Romeo, Glaze and Alex". Javari jumped up on the wildclaws back since he couldn't really keep up to the other dragons "I-it can't be Alex since he w-went to visit his family at the Blackwind Circus a f-few days ago" Javari said, stuttering a bit since he was quite worried. "Can't have been Glaze either, she is too suspicious of things" Selene added and Durian nodded to show that he had heard them, that left them with two possibilities, either the merchants or the doctor had the mimic. "Lets go check with Romeo first" Durian said and started to walk in the direction of where the imperial most commonly collected items for his medicines, the Everbloom Gardens.
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Prologue

Iris

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Iris was packing her bag, getting ready for another day of work with her mate. She and Anwyl where traveling merchants but they mostly stayed in the clan when they weren't away, atleast they would only travel around the Tangled Woods during the Night of the Nocturne that was how they worked, during a festival they only traveled trough the festivals domain. When Iris had packed she decided to wait at the clans border until her mate was ready, that was when she saw something shining in a bush. The tundra walked towards the bush, picking up the item that was in it. A compass.


The Mimic Hunt

Durian, Selene and Javari
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Durian looked at his best friend Cedric that had been put to sleep. He had seen what Cedric tried to do to Selene and didn't want to let his friend down, Selene was luckily not badly damaged due to the fact that she was half celestial. "Lets go!" the wildclaw said to the others, filled with determination to help his friend Cedric. He looked at Javari and Selene, the skydancer was obviously ready for the mission but the emotional fae looked at Durian with fear in his eyes "W-what if we fail?" Javari asked him. "Don't worry about it Javari, we will succeed" the wildclaw told him and patted the fae on his head "I'll make sure of it".

The trio had already started to walk tho without knowing truly where "Ok, to find the mimic we need to find the dragon" Durian said to the other dragons "We don't have many possibilities since most dragons are asleep so that leaves us to Iris, Anwyl, Romeo, Glaze and Alex". Javari jumped up on the wildclaws back since he couldn't really keep up to the other dragons "I-it can't be Alex since he w-went to visit his family at the Blackwind Circus a f-few days ago" Javari said, stuttering a bit since he was quite worried. "Can't have been Glaze either, she is too suspicious of things" Selene added and Durian nodded to show that he had heard them, that left them with two possibilities, either the merchants or the doctor had the mimic. "Lets go check with Romeo first" Durian said and started to walk in the direction of where the imperial most commonly collected items for his medicines, the Everbloom Gardens.
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25036203] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/250363/25036203_350.png[/img] [/url] His brother had taken up the job of a watchdragon some time ago, and so he became familiar that around this time of year things could get weird. He's the middle dragon. He remembered his brother telling him about Gloaming, so he quickly sought her out, a smart move. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35052994] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/350530/35052994_350.png[/img] [/url] Limp had a "feeling" that choosing to leave while he could would be a good idea. He was right. While his offensive abilities aren't much, his ability to speak was supposed to have come in handy. He feels this happened to his clan because of his belief that he's been cursed by a goddess named Arenji, and wants to make things right. Whether he's right or if it's purely bad luck remains a mystery. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27990299] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/279903/27990299_350.png[/img] [/url] Gloaming is no stranger to dealing with Shadowsong, but it doesn't mean she likes it. At first it had only been Limp and Aim, she had been called on right before the rest of her clan had fallen to speak with Shadowsong. Gloaming is rather done with having to deal with Shadowsong these past few Nocmas, and wants to get it over with. [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26991147] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/269912/26991147.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol] Tefu is the one the mimic bonded to. He had been looking for food ingredients, and what had appeared to be rare ingredients turned out to be a mimic.[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28091573] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/280916/28091573.png[/img] [/url][nextcol] Dewdrop is the nocturne that had originally promoted the suspicion of Aim. Normally cheerful, he was able to recognize when she started sounded a little too upbeat.[/columns] ----- Gloaming was [i]not[/i] happy about any of this. Instead of a low risk errand she was used to running, it had become a task with stakes, one that she couldn't afford to fail. Her experience with mimics included those who had been around when she was on that rescue mission, and the one that had replaced Midnight so she could get away from her mother. "Do you two have any idea as to who it might be?" She asked. "This won't make you feel better, but I don't exactly want to do this either," Limp said to her. He could recognize what her agitated crest flickering meant, unlike their spiral companion. "Dewdrop's fine," Aim said to the two of them, "So that's one less dragon to worry about." Limp and Gloaming both looked back at the light purple nocturne, who Shadowsong had freed. "I wonder if Midnight -" "It's clearly not Midnight," Aim said to Gloaming, cutting her off. "She isn't into hoarding stuff. "I take it you know who it is then?" Limp said to him sarcastically. "It's easier to figure out then you think," Aim replied. The sarcasm was missed due to him either not wanting or caring to read crests, but it sounded like the response would have been the same regardless. "Enlighten me." "Who's possessive?" "I mean Mothwing's pretty possessive of Nightshine -" "You know I would really prefer if we didn't end up dead," Gloaming mentioned to him bitterly. It didn't matter if Aim missed the emotion - she wasn't speaking to him. It was Limp who wasn't taken this seriously enough. "Fine. Stormcircuit and Shine both like their stuff." He then turned and whispered to her, "I think death would be a better fate than what I think would happen if we actually did." "What's that meant to mean?" "It means we - or at least [i]I[/i] can't fail." "Circuit likes organizing things," Gloaming noted. "But I don't think that's the same." [i]"Shadowbinder,[/i] you two. Do any of those dragons actively seek stuff?" "Pretty sure Bill seeks world domination," Limp mumbled. "Shine likes her gems, and I guess Tefu like she cooking." "Finally, you're on the right track. My bet's been on either Shine or Tefu-" "It's Tefu!" Gloaming exclaimed. "I think I remember him mentioning ingredient hunting." "I'm inclined to agree," Aim said. "Look." Aim extended a claw to wear Shine was walking by. Though they weren't shouting, the otherwise quiet centre of camp should have been loud enough for Shine now hear them. Despite that, the nocturne carried on oblivious. "So we find Tefu, get rid of that mimic, and find the rest of our clan? Speaking of, where are they?" Gloaming looked around. While she had previously accounted for the silence to be due to the nocturnes patrolling, she couldn't spot any of her normal clanmates anywhere. "How many dragons knows the extent of what Zard can do?" Limp asked suddenly. "I... I don't think it's a [i]secret[/i], but I don't think it's the first thing that comes to mind about her." "Then what [i]is[/i], if you mind sharing?" "That she's... kind of weird?" "As long they didn't go to her first we should be fine." Limp mumbled something that vaguely sounded like the letters "R," "N," and "G," but the other two couldn't quite figure it out. "And we take your word for this why?" Aim asked. "Would you rather me tell you they're dead?" Aim didn't give any answer. The three of them beelined to where Tefu lived. "If it's him," Gloaming said. "He might hear us." The nocturne was sleeping, his familiar nowhere in sight. No noticeable mimic, either. "Maybe it's hiding?" Aim suggested. "I'm pretty sure the damage has already been done, there'd be no need for it to expose itself." None of the three had ever been in the chef's lair. It did look like it contained many different ingredients. Silently Limp entered, looking around for any potential mimic. "What do they look like again? Shadowsong wasn't exactly clear?" "They don't have a set appearance. I just hope we recognize this one." "Think it could fit in this chest?" Aim extended a claw towards a spiky purple and silver chest. "When did he even get this?" Turning around, Gloaming's crests flickered in alarm. "Aim be -" "...careful." "I take it that's the mimic?" Limp watched with a neutral stare as Aim twisted around, trying to get his arm free from the sudden bit of the Ectoplasime in front of them. Sighing, he aimed a white bolt at the creature, pushing it away from Aim. "I recommend we find someone like Biohazard to dispose of it."

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His brother had taken up the job of a watchdragon some time ago, and so he became familiar that around this time of year things could get weird. He's the middle dragon. He remembered his brother telling him about Gloaming, so he quickly sought her out, a smart move.


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Limp had a "feeling" that choosing to leave while he could would be a good idea. He was right. While his offensive abilities aren't much, his ability to speak was supposed to have come in handy. He feels this happened to his clan because of his belief that he's been cursed by a goddess named Arenji, and wants to make things right. Whether he's right or if it's purely bad luck remains a mystery.


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Gloaming is no stranger to dealing with Shadowsong, but it doesn't mean she likes it. At first it had only been Limp and Aim, she had been called on right before the rest of her clan had fallen to speak with Shadowsong.
Gloaming is rather done with having to deal with Shadowsong these past few Nocmas, and wants to get it over with.

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Tefu is the one the mimic bonded to. He had been looking for food ingredients, and what had appeared to be rare ingredients turned out to be a mimic.

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Dewdrop is the nocturne that had originally promoted the suspicion of Aim. Normally cheerful, he was able to recognize when she started sounded a little too upbeat.


Gloaming was not happy about any of this. Instead of a low risk errand she was used to running, it had become a task with stakes, one that she couldn't afford to fail. Her experience with mimics included those who had been around when she was on that rescue mission, and the one that had replaced Midnight so she could get away from her mother.

"Do you two have any idea as to who it might be?" She asked.
"This won't make you feel better, but I don't exactly want to do this either," Limp said to her. He could recognize what her agitated crest flickering meant, unlike their spiral companion.

"Dewdrop's fine," Aim said to the two of them, "So that's one less dragon to worry about."
Limp and Gloaming both looked back at the light purple nocturne, who Shadowsong had freed.
"I wonder if Midnight -"

"It's clearly not Midnight," Aim said to Gloaming, cutting her off. "She isn't into hoarding stuff.
"I take it you know who it is then?" Limp said to him sarcastically.
"It's easier to figure out then you think," Aim replied. The sarcasm was missed due to him either not wanting or caring to read crests, but it sounded like the response would have been the same regardless.

"Enlighten me."
"Who's possessive?"
"I mean Mothwing's pretty possessive of Nightshine -"
"You know I would really prefer if we didn't end up dead," Gloaming mentioned to him bitterly. It didn't matter if Aim missed the emotion - she wasn't speaking to him. It was Limp who wasn't taken this seriously enough.
"Fine. Stormcircuit and Shine both like their stuff." He then turned and whispered to her, "I think death would be a better fate than what I think would happen if we actually did."
"What's that meant to mean?"
"It means we - or at least I can't fail."
"Circuit likes organizing things," Gloaming noted. "But I don't think that's the same."

"Shadowbinder, you two. Do any of those dragons actively seek stuff?"
"Pretty sure Bill seeks world domination," Limp mumbled. "Shine likes her gems, and I guess Tefu like she cooking."

"Finally, you're on the right track. My bet's been on either Shine or Tefu-"
"It's Tefu!" Gloaming exclaimed. "I think I remember him mentioning ingredient hunting."
"I'm inclined to agree," Aim said. "Look."
Aim extended a claw to wear Shine was walking by. Though they weren't shouting, the otherwise quiet centre of camp should have been loud enough for Shine now hear them. Despite that, the nocturne carried on oblivious.
"So we find Tefu, get rid of that mimic, and find the rest of our clan? Speaking of, where are they?"

Gloaming looked around. While she had previously accounted for the silence to be due to the nocturnes patrolling, she couldn't spot any of her normal clanmates anywhere.
"How many dragons knows the extent of what Zard can do?" Limp asked suddenly.
"I... I don't think it's a secret, but I don't think it's the first thing that comes to mind about her."
"Then what is, if you mind sharing?"
"That she's... kind of weird?"
"As long they didn't go to her first we should be fine." Limp mumbled something that vaguely sounded like the letters "R," "N," and "G," but the other two couldn't quite figure it out.

"And we take your word for this why?" Aim asked.
"Would you rather me tell you they're dead?"

Aim didn't give any answer.

The three of them beelined to where Tefu lived.
"If it's him," Gloaming said. "He might hear us."
The nocturne was sleeping, his familiar nowhere in sight. No noticeable mimic, either.

"Maybe it's hiding?" Aim suggested. "I'm pretty sure the damage has already been done, there'd be no need for it to expose itself."

None of the three had ever been in the chef's lair. It did look like it contained many different ingredients.

Silently Limp entered, looking around for any potential mimic.
"What do they look like again? Shadowsong wasn't exactly clear?"
"They don't have a set appearance. I just hope we recognize this one."

"Think it could fit in this chest?"
Aim extended a claw towards a spiky purple and silver chest.
"When did he even get this?"

Turning around, Gloaming's crests flickered in alarm.
"Aim be -"

"...careful."

"I take it that's the mimic?"
Limp watched with a neutral stare as Aim twisted around, trying to get his arm free from the sudden bit of the Ectoplasime in front of them. Sighing, he aimed a white bolt at the creature, pushing it away from Aim.

"I recommend we find someone like Biohazard to dispose of it."
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[i] since most of my dergs are blank slates, i'm just gonna.. "wing it" for this one :U[/i] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41113346] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/411134/41113346_350.png[/img] [/url] Freyr is an experienced adventurer and wanderer, He's had many run-ins with mimics before, and knows how to dispatch them quickly. However, he's not great at working in trios, but if it's to help somebody, and honestly out of sheer curiousity, he'd work with the other two to help with the mimic problem. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43091348] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/430914/43091348_350.png[/img] [/url] As a scholar, Pax is interested in learning more about mimics, and what draws them to various things, and towards destruction. His clan has been abandond for quite awhile, and he's taken to studying in the spirit realm instead. His enhanced hearing and skills are an asset on their own, but something tells you that he has something up his metaphorical dragon sleeves, too. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46965579] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469656/46965579_350.png[/img] [/url] Adder is a trader, hailing from a wealthy kingdom, but caught up in the trouble from other clans. Adder hasn't ever seen a mimic before now, but after being attacked by one, he agrees that they aren't exactly the most "welcoming" creatures. [i]"...", Freyr didn't say anything. This was ridiculous. All the had to do was do whatever that weird nocturne had done... Right?[/i] The trio were hurrying towards the nearest town. Already, they had come across dragons under the trance of a mimic. And bursting their way through the gates, they found it deserted. No trace of any dragon left behind. Creepy. Freyr clawed his way up the chimney of one of the buildings, looking around with his sharp eyes for any-dragon who could tell them what had happened. And thats when he spotted a dark nocturne, clad in jesters apparel, standing in the middle of town, looking around. Scrambling down, he pointed a wing towards the ebony nocturne, tilting his head and whispering "should.. we ask?" Adder nodded, and looked to Pax, who gave a claws-up. Cautiously walking towards them, freyr called out a, "hello?", to the nocturne. No response. As they drew closer, they heard something soft, and closer they came... The nocturne was [i]giggling.[/i] They looked towards the trio, with unbelievably wide eyes. [i]"trick'dya!"[/i]
since most of my dergs are blank slates, i'm just gonna.. "wing it" for this one :U

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Freyr is an experienced adventurer and wanderer, He's had many run-ins with mimics before, and knows how to dispatch them quickly. However, he's not great at working in trios, but if it's to help somebody, and honestly out of sheer curiousity, he'd work with the other two to help with the mimic problem.


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As a scholar, Pax is interested in learning more about mimics, and what draws them to various things, and towards destruction. His clan has been abandond for quite awhile, and he's taken to studying in the spirit realm instead. His enhanced hearing and skills are an asset on their own, but something tells you that he has something up his metaphorical dragon sleeves, too.


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Adder is a trader, hailing from a wealthy kingdom, but caught up in the trouble from other clans. Adder hasn't ever seen a mimic before now, but after being attacked by one, he agrees that they aren't exactly the most "welcoming" creatures.


"...", Freyr didn't say anything. This was ridiculous. All the had to do was do whatever that weird nocturne had done... Right?

The trio were hurrying towards the nearest town. Already, they had come across dragons under the trance of a mimic. And bursting their way through the gates, they found it deserted. No trace of any dragon left behind.

Creepy.

Freyr clawed his way up the chimney of one of the buildings, looking around with his sharp eyes for any-dragon who could tell them what had happened.
And thats when he spotted a dark nocturne, clad in jesters apparel, standing in the middle of town, looking around.

Scrambling down, he pointed a wing towards the ebony nocturne, tilting his head and whispering "should.. we ask?"
Adder nodded, and looked to Pax, who gave a claws-up.

Cautiously walking towards them, freyr called out a, "hello?", to the nocturne.
No response.

As they drew closer, they heard something soft, and closer they came...
The nocturne was giggling.

They looked towards the trio, with unbelievably wide eyes.
"trick'dya!"
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Shiloh, wings flared and visage twisted into a seething anger, stood glaring at the now-unconscious Nocturne visitor. Muttering something unintelligible she kneeled to whisper reassurance to the Mirror hatchling quivering amid the fallen leaves coating the ground. The Nocturne had lunged for the smaller dragon and now they were quite shaken, four eyes blown wide with shock at the attack. Giving her sister a last reassuring pat the Pearlcatcher straightened and turned to the Skydancer observing from a few paces away.

"We need to find that mimic." The Pearlcatcher's voice was cold, edged with a steel that contrasted her normally demure manner. "It nearly killed Kekin. I will not leave them or anyone else in danger."

Eyes running the length of the Skydancer's body blinked in affirmation. Leaves woven into his feathers rustled dryly as he slipped into the surround trees- he would search. Shiloh, giving the passed out Nocturne a final scathing glare, allowed the Mirror hatchling to climb up onto her back before following after the Skydancer. This attack would not go unpunished.
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