Dragon Trading
Arrange Crossroads exchanges with other players.
TOPIC | Dragons for a little imagination v3
@MayQueen517
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Arwen had been born to a Lightning clan in the Carrion Canyon. Like all young dragons she had grown up listening to the wisdom of her parents. Her mother, Shara, was a proud Bogsneak that had taught her daughter that she was the master of her own destiny. Shara had little fear of the world, something Arwin had inherited.
Arwen's father however was a different story. Galadhon had once been a brave adventurer, seeking out the mysteries of the world. Parenthood had changed him however. He had not been the most attentive father in the past and as a result his children had been sent to serve the Gods rather then to live in a clan. It was only when Arwen was placed before him that the once free spirited Galadhon vowed to protect her.
While all this sounded sweet in theory the young dragoness found her father's love to be smothering. She was not allowed out of his sight...ever. He would intimidate any male dragon that got within 40 feet of her. He chose her friends for her using strict guidelines. Even into her adulthood she was told what to eat, when to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up, every choice in her day to day life was made for her. The only freedom she had was when her mother "watch" her.
It was under the care of her mother that she learned to fly, learned to negotiate, and on some occasions travel to the market place in Dragonhome. She loved the market place, the smell of spices and meats, the stalls adorned with fine silks, and of course the other dragons. She loved talking to the other dragons that walked the paths of the marketplace. She would hear stories of far away lands that were different from the one she called home.
It was one such visit to the marketplace that Arwen came across another Mirror that traveling with a Tundra. Both dragons were male and to Arwin the Mirror was the most handsome male she had ever seen. He was icey pale like herself with wings the color of fresh blood, and dark denim runes that traced their way across his skin. He wore copper googles over his four eyes, and dressed like a dragon itching for a race.
She watched as he and his companion stopped at a stall to haggle over goods. It was more of the Tundra haggling as he glanced around watching the dragons that passed him by. Arwin crept closer, watching him from over the edge of a stall selling fruits. She figured if she stayed quiet she could admire him from afar.
"He's a cute one" her mother's voice whispered right next to her ear.
Arwin jumped in surprise knocking several fruit off the stand. Her mother laughed as she apologized to the unhappy skydancer who owned the stall. All the dragons around them were now looking at her, including Him! She could see a smile of amusement on his face as he stared back at her. Then he turned back to his companion and they headed off. Behind her Shara was smoothing over the incident with the stall owner and paying for the damaged fruit.
Once the fruit seller was satisfied mother and daughter continued on their shopping trip. Arwin was barely paying attention as her mother led her over to the Forum. A large rectangular plaza, that judging from the architecture was heavily inspired by the Sunbeam Ruins. It was only as they passed under the giant columns that Arwin realized where they were.
The Forum was a place where dragons that no longer fit in their clan could go to petition other clans for a place in their ranks. It was also a place where artisans sold their work, and private deals for items were made.
"Mother?" Arwin asked, unsure.
"It's time my little one," she replied, "time for you to find your own way."
@MayQueen517
Arwen had been born to a Lightning clan in the Carrion Canyon. Like all young dragons she had grown up listening to the wisdom of her parents. Her mother, Shara, was a proud Bogsneak that had taught her daughter that she was the master of her own destiny. Shara had little fear of the world, something Arwin had inherited.
Arwen's father however was a different story. Galadhon had once been a brave adventurer, seeking out the mysteries of the world. Parenthood had changed him however. He had not been the most attentive father in the past and as a result his children had been sent to serve the Gods rather then to live in a clan. It was only when Arwen was placed before him that the once free spirited Galadhon vowed to protect her.
While all this sounded sweet in theory the young dragoness found her father's love to be smothering. She was not allowed out of his sight...ever. He would intimidate any male dragon that got within 40 feet of her. He chose her friends for her using strict guidelines. Even into her adulthood she was told what to eat, when to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up, every choice in her day to day life was made for her. The only freedom she had was when her mother "watch" her.
It was under the care of her mother that she learned to fly, learned to negotiate, and on some occasions travel to the market place in Dragonhome. She loved the market place, the smell of spices and meats, the stalls adorned with fine silks, and of course the other dragons. She loved talking to the other dragons that walked the paths of the marketplace. She would hear stories of far away lands that were different from the one she called home.
It was one such visit to the marketplace that Arwen came across another Mirror that traveling with a Tundra. Both dragons were male and to Arwin the Mirror was the most handsome male she had ever seen. He was icey pale like herself with wings the color of fresh blood, and dark denim runes that traced their way across his skin. He wore copper googles over his four eyes, and dressed like a dragon itching for a race.
She watched as he and his companion stopped at a stall to haggle over goods. It was more of the Tundra haggling as he glanced around watching the dragons that passed him by. Arwin crept closer, watching him from over the edge of a stall selling fruits. She figured if she stayed quiet she could admire him from afar.
"He's a cute one" her mother's voice whispered right next to her ear.
Arwin jumped in surprise knocking several fruit off the stand. Her mother laughed as she apologized to the unhappy skydancer who owned the stall. All the dragons around them were now looking at her, including Him! She could see a smile of amusement on his face as he stared back at her. Then he turned back to his companion and they headed off. Behind her Shara was smoothing over the incident with the stall owner and paying for the damaged fruit.
Once the fruit seller was satisfied mother and daughter continued on their shopping trip. Arwin was barely paying attention as her mother led her over to the Forum. A large rectangular plaza, that judging from the architecture was heavily inspired by the Sunbeam Ruins. It was only as they passed under the giant columns that Arwin realized where they were.
The Forum was a place where dragons that no longer fit in their clan could go to petition other clans for a place in their ranks. It was also a place where artisans sold their work, and private deals for items were made.
"Mother?" Arwin asked, unsure.
"It's time my little one," she replied, "time for you to find your own way."
Arwen had been born to a Lightning clan in the Carrion Canyon. Like all young dragons she had grown up listening to the wisdom of her parents. Her mother, Shara, was a proud Bogsneak that had taught her daughter that she was the master of her own destiny. Shara had little fear of the world, something Arwin had inherited.
Arwen's father however was a different story. Galadhon had once been a brave adventurer, seeking out the mysteries of the world. Parenthood had changed him however. He had not been the most attentive father in the past and as a result his children had been sent to serve the Gods rather then to live in a clan. It was only when Arwen was placed before him that the once free spirited Galadhon vowed to protect her.
While all this sounded sweet in theory the young dragoness found her father's love to be smothering. She was not allowed out of his sight...ever. He would intimidate any male dragon that got within 40 feet of her. He chose her friends for her using strict guidelines. Even into her adulthood she was told what to eat, when to eat, when to sleep, when to wake up, every choice in her day to day life was made for her. The only freedom she had was when her mother "watch" her.
It was under the care of her mother that she learned to fly, learned to negotiate, and on some occasions travel to the market place in Dragonhome. She loved the market place, the smell of spices and meats, the stalls adorned with fine silks, and of course the other dragons. She loved talking to the other dragons that walked the paths of the marketplace. She would hear stories of far away lands that were different from the one she called home.
It was one such visit to the marketplace that Arwen came across another Mirror that traveling with a Tundra. Both dragons were male and to Arwin the Mirror was the most handsome male she had ever seen. He was icey pale like herself with wings the color of fresh blood, and dark denim runes that traced their way across his skin. He wore copper googles over his four eyes, and dressed like a dragon itching for a race.
She watched as he and his companion stopped at a stall to haggle over goods. It was more of the Tundra haggling as he glanced around watching the dragons that passed him by. Arwin crept closer, watching him from over the edge of a stall selling fruits. She figured if she stayed quiet she could admire him from afar.
"He's a cute one" her mother's voice whispered right next to her ear.
Arwin jumped in surprise knocking several fruit off the stand. Her mother laughed as she apologized to the unhappy skydancer who owned the stall. All the dragons around them were now looking at her, including Him! She could see a smile of amusement on his face as he stared back at her. Then he turned back to his companion and they headed off. Behind her Shara was smoothing over the incident with the stall owner and paying for the damaged fruit.
Once the fruit seller was satisfied mother and daughter continued on their shopping trip. Arwin was barely paying attention as her mother led her over to the Forum. A large rectangular plaza, that judging from the architecture was heavily inspired by the Sunbeam Ruins. It was only as they passed under the giant columns that Arwin realized where they were.
The Forum was a place where dragons that no longer fit in their clan could go to petition other clans for a place in their ranks. It was also a place where artisans sold their work, and private deals for items were made.
"Mother?" Arwin asked, unsure.
"It's time my little one," she replied, "time for you to find your own way."
@bensiabel
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It was nearly time. Soon, night would fall and the Tangled Woods would shine again. It was what Sombra waited for. Time and experience had taught her that this was the perfect opportunity to gather some of her most prized ingredients and supplies. The only hitch in her plan was that she needed to wait until the rest of her fellow clanmates had gone to sleep. So she waited until the last dragon settled down to sleep. Then, Sombra carefully made her way through, easily avoiding the night watch, since she had committed their routine to memory.
Once away from the clan, she let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax. Sombra watched with wonder as the many fungi and fireflies around her gleamed with pride. They refused to be anything other than themselves, and it was something Sombra envied at times. Ever since she was a little hatchling, Sombra had enjoyed creating and expressing herself, usually in the form of art. Her parents had never really approved of this and had tried to nip this hobby in the nub. It wasn't until Sombra had grown that she realized that the rest of the clan was the same way. Creativity and art was something that was frowned upon. She had been told that it served no true purpose and it didn't help feed her or any of the other dragons, so therefore, it was useless.
So once a month, Sombra strayed from her clan to collect ingredients to make pigments and paints for her collection. She had build herself a sanctuary where she could be herself and return to her role once she was done. For an hour, Sombra collected what she could and hurried to said sanctuary. Time was of the essence. She needed to return to the clan before she was missed. She crafted and painted a sculpture of her late sister [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41837786]Tempesta[/url], who had been her closest friend. Finally ready to go, Sombra cleaned her work area and herself.
Sombra was never really ready to go back home, but go home she must. She had indulged herself, after all. It was time to fulfill her role. She took a hesitant step at first, but soon quickened her pace. She needed to get back soon after all. [i]"Where are you going?"[/i], she heard a voice say. Panicked, she turned and looked this way and that, trying to see where the voice had come from.
"Who's there?" she asked tentatively.
[i]"Where are you going?"[/i] it said again.
At last, Sombra noticed the Lux Spectre at the edge of her vision. She had heard many a tale of dragons disappearing or going mad after encountering these creatures. Sombra knew she had to be careful.
"I'm going home," she replied.
[i]"Home?"[/i] it repeated. [i]"You have no home. What lies before you is a choice. You can either continue here as you have before and die miserably, or follow me to your true destiny."[/i]
Other Lux Spectres appeared seemingly out of nowhere and together, they formed a trail. To where, she knew not. She figured it either led to her destiny as the creature promised or to her demise. Sombra glanced between the path home and the trail. What the creature said was true. Going home meant she would eventually die miserably, but following the creatures could also lead to a much sooner death.
[i]"What are you waiting for?"[/i]
Taking a deep breath, Sombra stepped towards the creatures. "Lead the way," she said. The creatures appeared happy at her choice. She followed them for what seemed to be hours, realizing that she was now truly lost. It was too late for her to change her mind. She simply hoped that this decision had been the right one.
@bensiabel
It was nearly time. Soon, night would fall and the Tangled Woods would shine again. It was what Sombra waited for. Time and experience had taught her that this was the perfect opportunity to gather some of her most prized ingredients and supplies. The only hitch in her plan was that she needed to wait until the rest of her fellow clanmates had gone to sleep. So she waited until the last dragon settled down to sleep. Then, Sombra carefully made her way through, easily avoiding the night watch, since she had committed their routine to memory.
Once away from the clan, she let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax. Sombra watched with wonder as the many fungi and fireflies around her gleamed with pride. They refused to be anything other than themselves, and it was something Sombra envied at times. Ever since she was a little hatchling, Sombra had enjoyed creating and expressing herself, usually in the form of art. Her parents had never really approved of this and had tried to nip this hobby in the nub. It wasn't until Sombra had grown that she realized that the rest of the clan was the same way. Creativity and art was something that was frowned upon. She had been told that it served no true purpose and it didn't help feed her or any of the other dragons, so therefore, it was useless.
So once a month, Sombra strayed from her clan to collect ingredients to make pigments and paints for her collection. She had build herself a sanctuary where she could be herself and return to her role once she was done. For an hour, Sombra collected what she could and hurried to said sanctuary. Time was of the essence. She needed to return to the clan before she was missed. She crafted and painted a sculpture of her late sister Tempesta, who had been her closest friend. Finally ready to go, Sombra cleaned her work area and herself.
Sombra was never really ready to go back home, but go home she must. She had indulged herself, after all. It was time to fulfill her role. She took a hesitant step at first, but soon quickened her pace. She needed to get back soon after all. "Where are you going?", she heard a voice say. Panicked, she turned and looked this way and that, trying to see where the voice had come from.
"Who's there?" she asked tentatively.
"Where are you going?" it said again.
At last, Sombra noticed the Lux Spectre at the edge of her vision. She had heard many a tale of dragons disappearing or going mad after encountering these creatures. Sombra knew she had to be careful.
"I'm going home," she replied.
"Home?" it repeated. "You have no home. What lies before you is a choice. You can either continue here as you have before and die miserably, or follow me to your true destiny."
Other Lux Spectres appeared seemingly out of nowhere and together, they formed a trail. To where, she knew not. She figured it either led to her destiny as the creature promised or to her demise. Sombra glanced between the path home and the trail. What the creature said was true. Going home meant she would eventually die miserably, but following the creatures could also lead to a much sooner death.
"What are you waiting for?"
Taking a deep breath, Sombra stepped towards the creatures. "Lead the way," she said. The creatures appeared happy at her choice. She followed them for what seemed to be hours, realizing that she was now truly lost. It was too late for her to change her mind. She simply hoped that this decision had been the right one.
It was nearly time. Soon, night would fall and the Tangled Woods would shine again. It was what Sombra waited for. Time and experience had taught her that this was the perfect opportunity to gather some of her most prized ingredients and supplies. The only hitch in her plan was that she needed to wait until the rest of her fellow clanmates had gone to sleep. So she waited until the last dragon settled down to sleep. Then, Sombra carefully made her way through, easily avoiding the night watch, since she had committed their routine to memory.
Once away from the clan, she let out a sigh of relief and allowed herself to relax. Sombra watched with wonder as the many fungi and fireflies around her gleamed with pride. They refused to be anything other than themselves, and it was something Sombra envied at times. Ever since she was a little hatchling, Sombra had enjoyed creating and expressing herself, usually in the form of art. Her parents had never really approved of this and had tried to nip this hobby in the nub. It wasn't until Sombra had grown that she realized that the rest of the clan was the same way. Creativity and art was something that was frowned upon. She had been told that it served no true purpose and it didn't help feed her or any of the other dragons, so therefore, it was useless.
So once a month, Sombra strayed from her clan to collect ingredients to make pigments and paints for her collection. She had build herself a sanctuary where she could be herself and return to her role once she was done. For an hour, Sombra collected what she could and hurried to said sanctuary. Time was of the essence. She needed to return to the clan before she was missed. She crafted and painted a sculpture of her late sister Tempesta, who had been her closest friend. Finally ready to go, Sombra cleaned her work area and herself.
Sombra was never really ready to go back home, but go home she must. She had indulged herself, after all. It was time to fulfill her role. She took a hesitant step at first, but soon quickened her pace. She needed to get back soon after all. "Where are you going?", she heard a voice say. Panicked, she turned and looked this way and that, trying to see where the voice had come from.
"Who's there?" she asked tentatively.
"Where are you going?" it said again.
At last, Sombra noticed the Lux Spectre at the edge of her vision. She had heard many a tale of dragons disappearing or going mad after encountering these creatures. Sombra knew she had to be careful.
"I'm going home," she replied.
"Home?" it repeated. "You have no home. What lies before you is a choice. You can either continue here as you have before and die miserably, or follow me to your true destiny."
Other Lux Spectres appeared seemingly out of nowhere and together, they formed a trail. To where, she knew not. She figured it either led to her destiny as the creature promised or to her demise. Sombra glanced between the path home and the trail. What the creature said was true. Going home meant she would eventually die miserably, but following the creatures could also lead to a much sooner death.
"What are you waiting for?"
Taking a deep breath, Sombra stepped towards the creatures. "Lead the way," she said. The creatures appeared happy at her choice. She followed them for what seemed to be hours, realizing that she was now truly lost. It was too late for her to change her mind. She simply hoped that this decision had been the right one.
 
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