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[size=1]//You will notice that while he is nameless here, he has a name when you click on him. In future lore I have yet to write down, after he's made the contract, he is given a name. I hope that's okay//[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51064801] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/510649/51064801_350.png[/img] [/url] The nameless pearlcatcher did not live a good life. Born to a family of slaves, he was taken away as soon as he hatched, his pretty colours coveted by the master. He did not receive a name, only being called by nicknames such as "pretty thing" or "beautiful". The master decided that his "property" did not need names, you see. The master acted kind, but only if it suited him. If his property did not act as he wanted, they were punished. No matter how benign, no matter how unfair. Master's standards were very high, and those who could not live up to them... The nameless pearlcatcher tried, oh he tried, to please master, but master was never happy. The nameless one was punished again and again. The master did unspeakable things to the nameless one, things other dragons can only see in their deepest and darkest nightmares. Then, the nameless one heard of a legend. A legend that promised for any wish, anything, anything. A small hope for the nameless one. He woke up with a dark, black feather clutched between his claws. Master had it taken away and sold, much to the nameless one's agony, but only days later it landed near his sleeping quarters, carried by the wind, covered in mysterious patches. The nameless one did not dare question it. Only a day later, he set out during the night. He muttered the call, scared to wake master up, but not a moment passed before he was surrounded by an odd mist. It was dark, darker than any night he had observed before. Fear started to take hold of his heart, perhaps this had been a bad idea? But no, he had come so far... In the distance, he could make out a shadowy figure. A moment of hesitation, but then the nameless one's voice was heard, scratchy and rough from hardly ever being used. "I want... to be free. I do not want to be master's plaything for any longer. If you can do it, then I beg of you... Give me the strenght neccesary so that nobody can ever harm or command me again. Magical, physical, I do not care, just anything that will help me control my own life. Please, grant my wish!"

[center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig08.deviantart.net/df0d/f/2016/277/6/8/arcane_shield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajun3p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51064801] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/510649/51064801_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/3USjIMB.png[/img][/indent] [center] An arcane circle flickers to life beneath the nameless dragon as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.[/center] [indent]A wish born of a powerful desire--one which was clashing against the world that wished to keep him unchained, unknown and as little more than a charming pebble to turn in one's hand. Like the sunset horizon above the sea, splitting the world in two--it seemed as if the order of things were beginning to twist and turn from the ravenbourne magicks. Where the vast blue sea should rightfully churn hopelessly beneath the sky, forever grasping at the clouds with its rolling, aimless waves... now began to turn. Like an hourglass that was never meant to be flipped--the sea became the sky, and the sky now the sea, in a nauseating and unnatural vertigo-inducing sight. This was... of course, all but an elaborate, somewhat pleasant metaphor for what was happening to the nameless one before the ghastly raven-thing. The correct order of the world was slowly being rewritten. He who should have no strength, now being given the the means to undo the heavy ties of his fate. He who should be insignificant, will now be the decider of who--and what is significant after all. It was a playful irony on the raven's part. But enough pretty words. What was happening to this dragon, exactly? Though no voice spoke, he would know by unnatural instinct--The thing that made him so coveted, was now his weapon to wield. His beautiful, captivating colors, and the vibrant stripes that lined his body in a sleek, pleasant fashion. They would enthrall the world around him--or in simpler terms--hypnosis. He could draw those with sight alone, and curse them to his beauty--curse them to his side. Where they would spend an eternity in his bidding, and be his beloved servants. So long as they desired him, the raven magicks would bind them in a choking hold--and if they resisted, the same magicks would distort in a clash of wills. He too, could become such a cruel master, if he so desired. With that, the Ravenghast left him a flicker in his mind--the sight of his old owner waiting for him--coming for him, knowing the oilslick feather had returned. What will the nameless one do then? The raven-thought spoke as if already knowing the answer. It was all but rhetoric now--after all, he was weak no more.[/indent] [center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!). [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51064801][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/510649/51064801p.png[/img][/url] [i]Rajan[/i] @pokemoncha [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/3345/f/2016/277/d/f/shadowshield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajul49.png[/img][/url] [/center]

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47059765] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/470598/47059765_350.png[/img] [/url] She had the feather a ebony black she knew what it meant she knew what it did. The labyrinthine like landscape would seem confusing to most but Garnetta knew the cost of she did not act soon. The rumors, the stories, the legends, all of that seemed preposterous to her but she would soon learn it all to be true. Fog billowed around her and she spoke out with confidence “You know what I am hear for!” She took a step forward and placed down two hatchlings which she had guarded with her wings. The hatchlings looked weak and covered in bandages. “Strains of the wrymwound have infected them..... I have fled all the way to the shifting expanse to prevent further infection.” She said with such hopelessness. ”But far too late!” She roared with anger and guilt. “I want no more sickness, no more infection! I don’t want them to feel pain anymore” Garnetta continued. [size=2] “I don’t want them to feel anything... it’s far too risky, they could get hurt.”[/size] With that she let go of her pearl and turned her eyes where the fog stilled. The hatchlings in question (now grown up) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50892076] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/508921/50892076_350.png[/img] [/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50892075] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/508921/50892075_350.png[/img] [/url]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=236183&tab=dragon&did=50653169][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=50653169&skin=0&apparel=744,716,743,690&xt=dressing.png[/img] [/url][/center] The Pearlcatcher’s eyes darted to and fro in their sockets as he desperately tried to discern what was real and what was not. Figures would appear through the swirls of grey mist like assassins seeping from the shadows; each darted head long towards him, but vanished before they could use their brandished claws on his hide. These pseudo attacks caused his heart to beat harshly on his chest and the quickening thrum against his lungs drove him ever closer to hyperventilating. Tero eventually shut his eyes in an attempt to end the ceaseless swarm of fighters; however, the lack of vision did nothing to stop his nightmare. Now he could hear the screams, the blood choked gurgles of the fallen, and he could feel the elemental energy surging from all directions. Tero’s eyes sprung open again, though he dare not rest them on his surroundings. Instead he set them on the satchel bouncing wildly against his chest. “I’m not there.” His voice trembled. “None of it is real.” This mantra he repeated over and over until his budding panic finally eased. His mind required a distraction and he relented to its need by opening his bag; within rested another Pearl, this one chipped and cracked. Along its surface it had a smattering of crimson droplets that had long since dried. Tero set a gentle, trembling paw over the orb as his eyes shifted to the black feather tucked in beside it. It was a unique opportunity, that feather was. It was a chance to relieve himself of the misery that twisted his existence into a nightmare. “I hope this works.” As he pulled away from the pearl he noticed a small bit of parchment wedged between his fingers. That snippet of paper was at one time a note from his mother, but the contents of the note had been torn away. The lower half, the half he still possessed, trembled wildly in his paw. It read: To my Ewo, I will always love you. Mom. Tero blindly set his paw back over the cracked pearl, his focus never coming off those few words. “I’m sorry momma,” his voice shuddered with sorrow. “I hope one day you can forgive me. I just can’t keep going like this.” He cleared his lungs with a deep inhale, slow exhale, before tucking that note back into the safety of his satchel. The calming exercise worked to pull him further away from his panic attack and cleared his vision. Now he saw only the mists and the eyesore jutting up from them. Assuming the old edifice was where he was supposed to go he moved towards it. His pace was hurried. Afraid that his nightmares would return at any moment, he wished to quickly enter the relative safety of the building. Tero forced the stone doors apart and the sudden light cast onto his unsuspecting eyes caused him to recoil and brace against the minor assault. A few blinks allowed him to adjust to the illuminated interior enough to see the altar on the far end of the building. Behind it, bathed in light from the windows, lay what he was searching for. The breathtaking array of color streaming in from the stained glass did nothing to improve the monstrous amalgamation of magic and feather chained near the pulpit. There was a moment were Tero stood there stunned, watching the constantly shifting, but never moving entity. His astonishment faded quickly, as it normally does, and he proceeded into the building. He took a brief moment to lament his inability to express surprise at the unusual; though, perhaps that was to be expected, he had, after all, seen worse horrors. He moved down the aisle towards the altar slowly, making sure to investigate any and all shadows for threats as he went. “I imagine you’ve had a great many selfish wishes walk in here,” he cautiously addressed the Ravenghast. “Mine shall be no different. Though I’ll wager it will be one of the easiest to grant.” He stopped before the altar, taking a moment to study the large head perched above it, before dropping his pearl into the depression. Once the offering was place, he took a half step back and uttered his wish: “I simply wish to forget.”

aaaaaaa your writing is sooo good! i love how Rajan's wish was granted! god this is so good. thank you so much!!!

[center]Ohh me likey, here my [s]sacrifice[/s] dragon, his name is Broken: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36742342] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/367424/36742342_350.png[/img] [/url] ------------------- [img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/revamp/banners/ice_small.png[/img] [size=2] All he wanted to do was forget. All he wanted was to be able to make his actual mate happy, without being the broken mess he was. Without laying at night with her in his arms and thinking of another. Of the dragon that broke him so utterly. -------- [size=2] A certain afternoon he heard a strange rumor. A whisper told between dragons passing by. A strange name with a promise. He latched at it and hoped for the first time. He truly hoped. He kept asking, searching and in less time than he thought possible he had the answer. It was so simple, yet so... unbelievable, that could not be true, could it? Dreams? Things like that were just silly wishes of those hopeless. Like him. Like the broken thing that he was. So he prayed. He wished and when he woke up one day he saw it. A black feather. His eyes went wide and he almost lost the strength of his legs. "[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45456141]Frost[/url]!" He called his mate. "Frost look!" He said smiling for the first time in [i]decades[/i]. His mate rolled over and looked at him through a yawn, the sun was not even up yet. "Wha...?!" She got up fast and her eyes went from half-closed to wide in a second. "Is that even possible?" She said in a whisper. "I can do it!" Broken said hugging her. "I can do it for you." He felt her arms around him, but then there was something wet on his shoulder. "You heard it, didn't you?" She asked through her tears. "You will forget everything, love. Everything, even us." "But I'll be whole again, I'll be able to love you properly. I won't hurt you anymore." His words were whispered, but certain, he had already decided. "I'll love you no matter what you do, no matter what." She said through her tears. --------- [size=2] When Broken walked in the Cathedral he felt his body shiver, it was cold and he felt so, so broken, so much worse than when Frost was with him. But in the dream, it was her that has given him the feather. It was a sign. It was the right thing to do. When he saw the tremendously large, formidable figure of the Ravenghast he gasped, both in awe as in fear, the creature was beautiful as it was terrifying. He steeled his heart though and offered his pearl to the beast. "I want to... I want to be able to love [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45456141]Frostwing[/url], my mate, truly. I... I want to be whole again..." His voice wavered and his last words were a broken barely heard plea followed by tears of a hurt regretful heart. "Please... please..." -------- His actual mate Frostwing: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45456141] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/454562/45456141_350.png[/img] [/url][/center]

[center] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig08.deviantart.net/df0d/f/2016/277/6/8/arcane_shield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajun3p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47059765] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/470598/47059765_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/3USjIMB.png[/img][/indent] [center] An arcane circle flickers to life beneath Garnetta as the Ravenghast tilts its head back, hungrily swallowing the pearl whole.[/center] [indent] It is not often the Ravenghast looks upon its "guests," and yet in this instance, it did. It looked upon Garnetta with its covered, unseeing eyes. Looking through with its pointed beak in her direction. Perhaps it was her bold declaration that stirred some manner of response in the beast. This lingering "gaze" lasted but a moment before it returned to its original state. Black wisps followed, rolling off its feathered body like an uncomfortable, billowing cloud of smoke. Ready to grant her wish. This unpleasantness looked no better than the very plague that had taken to hatchlings it had been tasked to "save." No more sickness. No more infection. No pain. ...and no feeling. It was as if she had wished but death itself upon them. But the Ghast was a meticulous thing in its own right. And so she wished all but death, and all but death would come when it pulled at the hatchlings with its black and smoking grasps; pinching the disease as if it were but a layer of skin to peel back and away. Peeling it, as if it were something that was comfortably separated by a layer of white fat, one that thinly separated it from the threads of life. It flayed away not only the disease, but the very fabric one would consider attuned to the living. The emotions went, what little they had at such a young and tender age. The pain went with that too. And so with all these things, the beauty of life, and alongside that, the ability to enjoy it. Then it all but seemed to sew them back together, fit and whole like a poppet thing. They were--outwardly--the shining pinnacles of health, with sharp eyes and hollow hearts. That day, the hatchlings became twice removed from life, and all but chained to life itself. And yet... did they ever resist their mother's wish at any point? If so... would it distort here and now? Or the future to come? If ever at all? Or is it all but too late, as the slate of their desires were wiped so clean that they, themselves, could wish no more? Either way, Garnetta would not remember.[/indent] [center]...and the pact has been sealed (a known contractor has been added to the registry!). [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=47059765][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/470598/47059765p.png[/img][/url] [i]Garnetta[/i] @toxicwisteria [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2593443][img]https://i.imgur.com/hC0oysb.png[/img][/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1997330#post_22977835][img]http://orig01.deviantart.net/3345/f/2016/277/d/f/shadowshield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajul49.png[/img][/url] [/center]

@StarlitMoonlight (tagging myself because I believe one of my 'catchers has a wish ;) )

[center]Shadowed Shimmers' soulmate is [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29470971]Clear Waters[/url]. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29390579] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/293906/29390579_350.png[/img] [/url] [size=2]Shimmers stared at the feather. Its silky raven barbs shining as she twisted it in the light. The parchment still flickered in the small fire in her room. Embers dancing lazily in the fireplace. She turned her eyes to her mate sleeping beside her. They thin Spring duvet lay elegantly over his body, his outstretched wing uncurled onto her side of the bed. He looked so peaceful...so content...at rest with his fate... What was she doing? He had finally come to grips with his fate, their children (those who had not begun serving the Gladekeeper) had finally accepted what was inevitable. So why hadn't she? Everyone knows playing with fire is a bad idea...but she's a dragon, she literally [i]breathes[/i] fire. [i]"But this isn't fire...this is life."[/i] She reminded herself. [i]"You burnt the paper."[/i] This was life...but his was fading away... And what of her children? [i]Their[/i] children...they... they needed their father. But they needed their mother equally. No, she'd still be here, she'd just...no, it wasn't worth it. How could she have lived with a mother who didn't know who she was? Clear stirred and rolled over. Her eyes stung. He was the love of her life - how could she live with herself knowing she could have saved him? A cold drop of water split a small divide in the feather clutched in her paw. Yes, this was life, and not one worth losing. Her motherly instincts would enable her to love her babies no matter what, no matter her knowledge of them. Besides, there were ways around the forgetting. To her left lay her notebook, filled with the important memories from her past, pictures and notes, items and smells. Her children needed their father, she needed him to live. She loved him more than life itself. And that thought made her decision. Tears rolled off her cheeks and onto his paws beneath her. Groggily, Clear Waters opened his water-blue eyes. [b]"What-hey, hey, what's wrong?"[/b] His voice was solid, unwavering, almost as if it rejected his body's decay. But it was full of concern. Shimmers wiped her eyes, gently placing the dark feather behind her back and out of sight. [b]"Nothing, I'm fine,"[/b] she lied, hurting herself even more. [b]"Go back to sleep, my love."[/b] Sleepily, Clear nodded, laying his head back on his paws and drifting into a tranquil drowse. Shakily, she lifted the feather from the floor. With a long breath out, she lay beside her soulmate, feather and pearl tightly in paw. The pearlcatcher shut her eyes, tears drenching her eyelashes, praying the Ravenghast heard her thoughts...[/size] ------------------------------------- [size=2]Her whole body shook. The mist seemed to grab at her, pulling at her hairs. She held her pearl tightly to her chest, afraid it would be taken by something other than...it. Shakily, the blackberry and grey female lifted her right paw. Inside, flickering in the chilling breeze, was the feather. She was here. More tears fell onto the smooth surface of her pearl. She could feel that. A fearful breath urged her forward, the grabbing mist following her every step. No more than three paces forward and the cathedral consumed her vision. It's presence felt as if it were dragging her in, like it had its own gravity. And yet, the closer she walked, the more it wanted to repel her. Another force, pushing her back, urging her to run. It was all just as the parchment had said. That old scroll she found in her mother's chest collection. The ink engraved, her mother's handwriting. [i]The pull wasn't strong enough, and the push turned me away. I never saw the Ravenghast, never told it my wish. Whatever you, resist the pull. Run, flee. Don't even attempt to carry out your wish. Nothing is worth what you have to pay. It is a price too heavy, no matter what you think you want.[/i] Shimmers closed her eyes. [i]I am sorry, mum, but for once, you were wrong."[/i] The female pearlcatcher took one last shaking exhale, and stepped through the doors.[/size] ---------------------------------------------- [size=2]It was cold, as any regular Cathedral was. It was uncanny, how the light streaming through the stained glass window lit up its path so beautifully, and how dark and chilling everything else seemed to be. Then there was the shadowed figure blocking the most intricate picture in the glass from casting its light on the floor. Black wisped around its chains, yet it didn't even attempt to move its head to look up on the intruder. A small alter stood mere metres from the dark tendrils lapping beneath the Ravenghast's feet. Shadowed Shimmers took a moment to study the creature. It was truly immense, towering high above the point at which the stained glass finished. It was unearthly, supernatural and, quite frankly, terrifying. And yet, the closer Shimmers examined her host, the more she was convinced this poor creature was once a dragon itself. She was a clever dragon, and she had also gained great observational skills when paired with her knowledge. Its beak did not seem natural on its form, it appeared as if it was a mass that had grown and assumed a pointed form over the years. Its feathers seemed only to be mutation that had evolved throughout the eons of withstanding the temperature, that was now beginning to make Shimmers shiver. This thing, this creature, had once been a dragon - just like her (well, maybe not a pearlcatcher), but was now twisted and deformed under the weight of its magic and power. Nevertheless, Shimmers still shook with fear upon reaching the pedestal. First, she placed the feather upon the stone alter before her, causing the Ravenghast to turn its head sharply in her direction. She jumped back in surprise, a few tears of shock brimming her wide eyes. Speaking of, she couldn't see its eyes. She felt its gaze directly on her - searing into her soul. She looked at her pearl sadly. She'd always thought it was an odd colour, never changing to the colour she desired. To be honest, she never liked it much, always complaining she'd 'bin it in a heart beat'. But now, when truly faced with 'binning' her pearl, she could not. Tears dropped onto its surface at an alarming rate now. Audible sobs breached her lips. But then a small black tendril curled around the pearl. Picturing this, you may think of it as a scary occurrence, or as if the Ravenghast was trying to steal the pearl just as Shimmers was changing her mind. This was not the case. The tendril emitted a feeling Shimmers could only just detect, and it was that of sympathy. The tendril continued to curve around the pearl, but it did not rip it from her grasp. It simply kept hold as she began to place it on the alter of her own free will. The Ravenghast knew what she was going to ask of it, and it was helping her. Even in the distraught state she was in, her curious mind couldn't help edge even closer to the idea this creature was once a dragon; maybe it once had a family, a love. Maybe that is why Shadowed Shimmers didn't feel regret now, but even more security she was doing a good thing. Something someone else would do - or would have done a time ago. The tendril let go as all but a single claw of her right paw did, her pearl sat neatly in the indent of the alter. She looked up, her eyes red and raw. She knew what to say, she was clever. This would stop his life ebbing away too early, and the only ill-effect (that she could foresee) would be her own misfortune. [b]"I wish for you to stop his life ending before his full time has ended. No illness, or wound shall take him before he has reached the age at which all dragons must join our ancestors. He. Must. Not. Die. He must not die...before he can die of old age. And my -our- children must full-fill their dreams and life purpose, even if that is just living a happy life. They must not fall ill like he has, and they must survive until their time is up too. Please, you're my last chance."[/b] And her claw lifted off her pearl. The physical feeling that her memories where not her own now resided on her body. A feeling that they could be taken from her at any second. A feeling she dreaded, but knew was real. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/size][/center]

[i]You've forgotten, because you chose to forget. You traded it in exchange for power - the power to free souls, to save your father. You wanted this, once, with all your heart. This book contains everything. Every photograph, every experience that you could remember, good and ill.[/i] As if that would let her change fate. As if it would mean anything at all. They still would never feel like hers again. Even if she could bind her memories back to her mind, they had been carved from her soul. She knew that, and yet. And yet, she walked forward, the fog coating her like a blanket. She held nothing by her side but a thick, leather-bound journal, one that held every memory she could scrape up from the deepest corners of her mind. It's tearstained pages held photographs, stories, a life made tangible. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50841587] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/508416/50841587_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] After all, not everyone is lucky enough to be born with power. Most must accept their lot, or pay the price to change it. The price was steep, but not unpalatable. An old life gone, in exchange for a new one. If you thought about it, didn't it seem fair? So why did her breath catch in her throat as she laid her pearl upon the alter? She had done everything she could to prepare. It was too late to go back. She squeezed her eyes shut, gathering all her courage to look upon the great beast. The beast that was soon to devour her soul, if the old stories were true. She never believed them, but now, it was all that filled her mind, even as she spoke. "Make me an exorcist. I want the power to free the dead, to send them back where they belong, so that they may rest in peace and cease their torment of the living."