Started here Jan 16/'18.
Alone. Roxane started out his existence with the overwhelming sensation that he was alone- hatched from an abandoned egg, in the middle of the Driftwood Drag, the small tundra learned early on to fend for himself. He was a kind soul, but forever did the nagging suspicion that he was unwelcome follow him.
He soon found himself the object of affection from a fiery red mirror dragon, the likes of which the young tundra had only dreamt of. Nothing like her existed in the glowing woods, he was immediately smitten and soon pledged his eternal love to Melissandre, and she returned his affection. Soon they were expecting a nest of their own, a single small spotted shadow egg waited but with its coming sealed the fate of its mother: Melissandre was struck down with sickness, and upon birthing the egg, she fell into a slumber from which she did not awake.
As his love passed away, his son was born: a tundra like him, but with the fiery red passion of his mother. Roxane named him North, and raised him to remember the face of his mother. But North's tumulctuous spirit could not be contained, and soon he went off in search of answers to what took his mother from him. It was the last time Roxane saw his firstborn.
It was during this time that others began to come to Roxane, to ask his guidance, and desire his company. His heart was broken, and he was cold and aloof. But the denizens of the Shadow lands of Soreinth would not let him disappear into himself. He found acquaintances first, who joined his clan. And then friends.
Friends became family.
Family formed a stronger clan, a larger clan. Dragons continued to ask Roxane for advice, and look to him as the leader of their collective. Roles were taken, families were started, and the clan moved to the Wispwillow Grove.
The clan still had no name, but word that they were caring and kind to misfits and outcasts began to spread. The clan became a home base for a few members of the Dawnguard lineage, and the warm and light coloured dragons shared their magic with Roxane. He was intrigued and wanted to know more, so he allowed them to stay; and their family within his grows.
Soon a special kind of magic began to develop within the clan. It started with a young but intelligent pearlcatcher, who seemed to have a connection to the exalted ones. ToothbrushAttic shared his knowledge and it seemed other pearlcatchers were most in tune with the connection: they became the conduits to the other side, to those who had been called to the Shadowbinder.
The exalted were no longer lost.
And it was then that one friendship blossomed into something more; Roxane found himself the centre of affection from a nocturne named Iris. A liaison from another clan, she had decided to stay for an extended time within the Shadowlands, and had taken a liking to the dark and fluffy tundra leader. She was a little pushy and straight to the point. He liked that.
Their clan grew with a purpose now: Roxane and Iris became a beacon of renewal and spirituality. The clan moved again, it's growth giving a sense of security to those who had been there longest. In the foxfire bramble the clan matured into what it is now. The birthing grounds of luck dragons and Nereids, a safe haven for kitsune and dawnguards. A pair of young weeping angels found their welcome place.
And when Iris came home holding two small nocturne hatchlings she had found on one of her scouting missions, Roxane accepted them fully as his daughters.
He had a family at last.
His family had a name. The
Foxfire Fortune clan.
Moved here July 14/'18.
Projected move date: Jan 16/'19.
Alyssum stayed strong and silent. She was a pillar of strength in the heart of adversity. She fought her internal demons relentlessly, and she was tired. But every morning, she woke with the dawn's light and emerged from her nest to continue the fight. Her shoulders were heavy, and she sometimes stumbled.
A young coatl soon was drawn to her fortitude and conviction. His name was Pika, and again her smoke gyre warned her to keep her heart concealed, for loving this male would only bring her more anguish, and how much could Alyssum truly withstand?
But what is life without the chance for love? Alyssum countered. Ever the optimist, she opened herself up to this young coatl, and soon they were expecting a nest of their own, three beautiful eggs were brought into creation.
She thought this time, her mate would stay. For assurance, she cast a blood magic spell, to keep his heart belonging to her, and keep her children with her always. Dragons from the Sunset line of the Dawnguard had an affinity for blood magic, and her spell was strengthened by her sincerity. Alyssum truly desired to have a family that was hers, at last.
It was not meant to be.
She awoke to find herself alone. Her nesting grounds... disintegrated, was the word she found. No sign of a nest having ever been there. Morosely, she went to her clan, and asked after Pika. She was met with confusion, they did not remember him. There had never been a warm-coloured coatl by that name in the Foxfire Fortune clan. Alyssum returned to her husk of a nest, and would not come out. She was in mourning. She neither slept nor ate for three days.
When she did emerge, she went to see the clan leader, Roxane. She made a very simple request.
She wanted to go home. Back to the Sea of a Thousand Currents. She felt she did not belong in the brambles, she missed the beach and the sun and the sounds of the waves crashing.
Roxane surprised her then.
He said she may not belong in the brambles, but she belonged with the Foxfire Fortune clan. And if she felt she needed to move on, they would move with her, so her heart would never know loneliness.
PRIMAL HATCHES
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PETRICHOR
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KATARA
Nocturne scroll applied Dec x/'18
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DEITY/FLIGHT REP
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ISLA
Noxtide applied Oct 20/'18.
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