@Dragonfruiteen Gotcha, wasn't sure if you were talking about that or some unknown rule in Legacy of Wars
Quests & Challenges
Quests, Challenges, and Festival games.
TOPIC | Loregacy Of War Challenge- Free Dergs!
@Dragonfruiteen Gotcha, wasn't sure if you were talking about that or some unknown rule in Legacy of Wars
THESE BEAUTIES!
THESE BEAUTIES!
*hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock**hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a rock* *hands you a
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ig6UsPD.png[/img]
He was dreaming.
In his dream, he and his brother and sisters were arguing over a big beetle. The beetle had honey on its shell and danced back and forth right in front of his nose, but whenever he tried to snap it up one of his siblings shoved him and then they started fighting.
Then his older sister started to grow and grow. She got longer and taller until she her head broke through the roof. She laughed happily, but a strange thing happened as her laugh went on and on as though it would never end, and suddenly she wasn’t laughing but screaming and his other siblings started screaming too.
He woke with a start. He glanced around at his sister. No, she was still smaller than he, snuggled into the coils of his darker brother. He sighed and settled back down.
He raised his head and pricked up his ears, eyes opened wide. The screaming he had heard in his dream was out here in the waking world as well, with thumps and crashes and angry roars. He pulled himself up to the edge of the nest just in time to see his mother open her eyes. For a moment she was still, eyes narrowed in confusion, then suddenly she lept up and raced out towards the chaotic noises.
He was unafraid, of course. As of yet, he knew nothing of hurt except for a trampled tail or scraped snout, things easily mended. And he knew nothing of fear and death and sorrow. So why should he fear the sounds of war ringing through the halls?
He slithered out of the nest and slipped to the doorway. He peered around the corner when he felt claws on his tail and he was hoisted tail-up into the air. He chirped indignantly at his father, who tossed him roughly into the nest. He squalled, startled and offended, but it fell on deaf ears. Jotun was gone.
Now he felt the faintest tendrils of worry creeping at the edge of his mind. Something was wrong, there was a strange scent hanging heavy in the air, sharp and metallic. He whimpered and retreated into his lanky coils.
For a long time, he lay there and listened to the sounds of shouts and howls and screams. He smelled smoke, not the beautiful clean quick-burning smoke that came from dragonfire, but the heavy acrid scent that came of wood and fabric and flesh devoured by hungry flames. Several times he heard the sharp [I]tikatikatikatika[/I] of claws clicking against stone as dragons ran by the nursery entrance.
Then the claws stopped, right in the doorway. A shadow fell across the floor, stretching to the back wall. He risked a glance.
It was a Tundra, sleek and lithe. His fur was cropped short, except his mane braided down his back. His horns were nicked and scratched. His orange eyes smoldered dangerously as his gaze slid lazily over the room.
The hatchling found himself staring right into those blazing orbs. He squeaked and ducked down again.
He heard heavy paws padding closer. He felt a snarl rise involuntarily in his throat and tried to push it back down.
A furry paw reached down and scooped up his darker brother. A moment later it grabbed his littlest sister.
As the paw descended for his last sibling, who woke now and stared upward with confusion, the hatchling felt anger bubbling up. He lunged for the stranger's paw and sank his claws in.
The Tundra recoiled with a roar and he found himself flying through the air. He flapped desperately, trying to add some semblance of control to his flight. He skidded across the floor and lay still a moment, breathless.
He looked up in time to see the Tundra shove his sister into a bag, a bag that wriggled and jumped with the combined anger of his siblings.
He felt the anger again, boiling up in his throat. He opened his mouth to shriek his rage and suddenly flame burst forth from his maw.
He snapped his mouth shut, startled. The Tundra hissed and beat at the flames eating along his kilt edge. Then he strode purposefully across the room towards the hatchling.
“A good try, child, but you and I have the same ember in our blood. Your flame cannot harm me. Now, come here!”
The last words were uttered as a roar and he lunged forward. The hatchling dodged aside and twisted like a viper to sink his teeth in the attacker's ear. The Tundra snarled and grabbed at him, but he managed to wrap around the muscled limb and clog his movement. The Tundra reared up and then slammed down, crushing the hatchling against the floor. He gasped for air and his coils loosened.
The Tundra smiled triumphantly and grabbed the limp hatchling. He struggled weakly, but his fire was spent now. He chirped frantically, fear evident in his voice.
He heard wingbeats in the air outside the hall and then suddenly his mother barreled across the room and tore at the Tundra with her claws and teeth. The hatchling slipped loose and huddled against the wall. For a moment, the two adults tangled above him, claws flashing and jaws snapping and spatters of blood raining down on his muzzle. Then the Tundra broke free and raced out of the room and down the hall- still with the three hatchlings in his bag.
Kuri scooped up her child and inspected him for damage. There was none, but the blood on his teeth showed the fight he had put up. She seemed pleased, for a moment. Then she remembered the others and darted to the nest. She stared, shocked, at the empty nest, still warm from the hatchlings so quickly stolen.
He felt the growl shake through her body. She placed him on her shoulder and he immedieatly wrapped around her like a scarf. Then she was off, wings carving the air, lanky form undulating like a sea snake. As she flew he caught glimpses of fighting dragons and limp forms draped over the floor.
She landed alongside a Ridgeback who shared the clan-scent. He looked at her questioningly.
“Egg-stealers. They want our blood.”
He didn't answer but threw back his head and bellowed a war cry that shook the air and chilled the blood, so full of malice and hate was it. The response was immediate. Dragons who had been resting a moment or searching for someone howled their answering cries and leapt forward into the fray. The hatchling didn't understand what the cry meant, but as he watched the warriors rush forward he felt the urge to join them and defend his home against the Invaders.
Kuri sensed his intention, and though her gaze was stern her eyes shone with pride.
Then she was off, tearing into the enemy with a vengeance that surprised the hatchling, who had never seen her even irritated. He turned his head and saw his father fighting besides her. He was overlooked by many of the invaders as nothing more than a harnless flit. It was a fatal mistake.
For what felt like hours they battled, although in reality it was only a few minutes. Suddenly a horn blew, loud and long, and the invaders turned and fled. A few, too hurt to run, tried to surrender. No prisoners were taken.
Kuri watched them run. She sighed and leaned against a wall. She wasn't badly injured, just tired. Jotun landed above her on a wall sconce. After a moment he noticed the hatchling.
Kuri caught his gaze and answered the unspoken question.
“The nursery was raided. He's the only one left.”
Then she added, with a touch of pride.
“He fought back. There was blood on his teeth and the thief's ear ran red.”
Jun didn't smile, but the hatchling understood from the tilt of his head he was pleased. His sisters had made the same motion many times. He chirped and sat up. Something had changed, now that his siblings were gone, in the way his parents looked at him.
Kuri looked at Jotun.
“I think he's earned a name. Do you have one?”
Jotun nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes, I think so. He was obviously the most alert, and then he was able to avoid capture long enough to be rescued. What more can you expect from a hatchling hardly a month old? His name is Julian.”
Julian squealed happily and reached up towards his father, who lifted him into an admittedly stiff embrace. His parents curled around him, protecting him.
He was the survivor, the only one left.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46101847]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461019/46101847_350.png[/img]
[/url]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kuri, Jotun, and his siblings are up for adoption. They'll likely be exalted or given away to new players soon, I need space.
Pinglist:
@Millapede85 @RadientAngel @Everburn @Nargeorgicorn
He was dreaming.
In his dream, he and his brother and sisters were arguing over a big beetle. The beetle had honey on its shell and danced back and forth right in front of his nose, but whenever he tried to snap it up one of his siblings shoved him and then they started fighting.
Then his older sister started to grow and grow. She got longer and taller until she her head broke through the roof. She laughed happily, but a strange thing happened as her laugh went on and on as though it would never end, and suddenly she wasn’t laughing but screaming and his other siblings started screaming too.
He woke with a start. He glanced around at his sister. No, she was still smaller than he, snuggled into the coils of his darker brother. He sighed and settled back down.
He raised his head and pricked up his ears, eyes opened wide. The screaming he had heard in his dream was out here in the waking world as well, with thumps and crashes and angry roars. He pulled himself up to the edge of the nest just in time to see his mother open her eyes. For a moment she was still, eyes narrowed in confusion, then suddenly she lept up and raced out towards the chaotic noises.
He was unafraid, of course. As of yet, he knew nothing of hurt except for a trampled tail or scraped snout, things easily mended. And he knew nothing of fear and death and sorrow. So why should he fear the sounds of war ringing through the halls?
He slithered out of the nest and slipped to the doorway. He peered around the corner when he felt claws on his tail and he was hoisted tail-up into the air. He chirped indignantly at his father, who tossed him roughly into the nest. He squalled, startled and offended, but it fell on deaf ears. Jotun was gone.
Now he felt the faintest tendrils of worry creeping at the edge of his mind. Something was wrong, there was a strange scent hanging heavy in the air, sharp and metallic. He whimpered and retreated into his lanky coils.
For a long time, he lay there and listened to the sounds of shouts and howls and screams. He smelled smoke, not the beautiful clean quick-burning smoke that came from dragonfire, but the heavy acrid scent that came of wood and fabric and flesh devoured by hungry flames. Several times he heard the sharp tikatikatikatika of claws clicking against stone as dragons ran by the nursery entrance.
Then the claws stopped, right in the doorway. A shadow fell across the floor, stretching to the back wall. He risked a glance.
It was a Tundra, sleek and lithe. His fur was cropped short, except his mane braided down his back. His horns were nicked and scratched. His orange eyes smoldered dangerously as his gaze slid lazily over the room.
The hatchling found himself staring right into those blazing orbs. He squeaked and ducked down again.
He heard heavy paws padding closer. He felt a snarl rise involuntarily in his throat and tried to push it back down.
A furry paw reached down and scooped up his darker brother. A moment later it grabbed his littlest sister.
As the paw descended for his last sibling, who woke now and stared upward with confusion, the hatchling felt anger bubbling up. He lunged for the stranger's paw and sank his claws in.
The Tundra recoiled with a roar and he found himself flying through the air. He flapped desperately, trying to add some semblance of control to his flight. He skidded across the floor and lay still a moment, breathless.
He looked up in time to see the Tundra shove his sister into a bag, a bag that wriggled and jumped with the combined anger of his siblings.
He felt the anger again, boiling up in his throat. He opened his mouth to shriek his rage and suddenly flame burst forth from his maw.
He snapped his mouth shut, startled. The Tundra hissed and beat at the flames eating along his kilt edge. Then he strode purposefully across the room towards the hatchling.
“A good try, child, but you and I have the same ember in our blood. Your flame cannot harm me. Now, come here!”
The last words were uttered as a roar and he lunged forward. The hatchling dodged aside and twisted like a viper to sink his teeth in the attacker's ear. The Tundra snarled and grabbed at him, but he managed to wrap around the muscled limb and clog his movement. The Tundra reared up and then slammed down, crushing the hatchling against the floor. He gasped for air and his coils loosened.
The Tundra smiled triumphantly and grabbed the limp hatchling. He struggled weakly, but his fire was spent now. He chirped frantically, fear evident in his voice.
He heard wingbeats in the air outside the hall and then suddenly his mother barreled across the room and tore at the Tundra with her claws and teeth. The hatchling slipped loose and huddled against the wall. For a moment, the two adults tangled above him, claws flashing and jaws snapping and spatters of blood raining down on his muzzle. Then the Tundra broke free and raced out of the room and down the hall- still with the three hatchlings in his bag.
Kuri scooped up her child and inspected him for damage. There was none, but the blood on his teeth showed the fight he had put up. She seemed pleased, for a moment. Then she remembered the others and darted to the nest. She stared, shocked, at the empty nest, still warm from the hatchlings so quickly stolen.
He felt the growl shake through her body. She placed him on her shoulder and he immedieatly wrapped around her like a scarf. Then she was off, wings carving the air, lanky form undulating like a sea snake. As she flew he caught glimpses of fighting dragons and limp forms draped over the floor.
She landed alongside a Ridgeback who shared the clan-scent. He looked at her questioningly.
“Egg-stealers. They want our blood.”
He didn't answer but threw back his head and bellowed a war cry that shook the air and chilled the blood, so full of malice and hate was it. The response was immediate. Dragons who had been resting a moment or searching for someone howled their answering cries and leapt forward into the fray. The hatchling didn't understand what the cry meant, but as he watched the warriors rush forward he felt the urge to join them and defend his home against the Invaders.
Kuri sensed his intention, and though her gaze was stern her eyes shone with pride.
Then she was off, tearing into the enemy with a vengeance that surprised the hatchling, who had never seen her even irritated. He turned his head and saw his father fighting besides her. He was overlooked by many of the invaders as nothing more than a harnless flit. It was a fatal mistake.
For what felt like hours they battled, although in reality it was only a few minutes. Suddenly a horn blew, loud and long, and the invaders turned and fled. A few, too hurt to run, tried to surrender. No prisoners were taken.
Kuri watched them run. She sighed and leaned against a wall. She wasn't badly injured, just tired. Jotun landed above her on a wall sconce. After a moment he noticed the hatchling.
Kuri caught his gaze and answered the unspoken question.
“The nursery was raided. He's the only one left.”
Then she added, with a touch of pride.
“He fought back. There was blood on his teeth and the thief's ear ran red.”
Jun didn't smile, but the hatchling understood from the tilt of his head he was pleased. His sisters had made the same motion many times. He chirped and sat up. Something had changed, now that his siblings were gone, in the way his parents looked at him.
Kuri looked at Jotun.
“I think he's earned a name. Do you have one?”
Jotun nodded thoughtfully.
“Yes, I think so. He was obviously the most alert, and then he was able to avoid capture long enough to be rescued. What more can you expect from a hatchling hardly a month old? His name is Julian.”
Julian squealed happily and reached up towards his father, who lifted him into an admittedly stiff embrace. His parents curled around him, protecting him.
He was the survivor, the only one left.
Kuri, Jotun, and his siblings are up for adoption. They'll likely be exalted or given away to new players soon, I need space.
Pinglist:
@Millapede85 @RadientAngel @Everburn @Nargeorgicorn
@Dragonfruiteen I'm so freaking happy that handsome guy was the winner!
I'd take one of the others if I could, but I need the space too unfortunately.
I'd take one of the others if I could, but I need the space too unfortunately.
@Dragonfruiteen I'm so freaking happy that handsome guy was the winner!
I'd take one of the others if I could, but I need the space too unfortunately.
I'd take one of the others if I could, but I need the space too unfortunately.
@RadientAngel
Me too! It was right down to the wire between him and his claws oder sister.
Maybe now we can get some genes into the line.
Edit: sorry, double post
Me too! It was right down to the wire between him and his claws oder sister.
Maybe now we can get some genes into the line.
Edit: sorry, double post
@RadientAngel
Me too! It was right down to the wire between him and his claws oder sister.
Maybe now we can get some genes into the line.
Edit: sorry, double post
Me too! It was right down to the wire between him and his claws oder sister.
Maybe now we can get some genes into the line.
Edit: sorry, double post
@Dragonfruiteen Sounds like a plan to me!
You can't really see it from the profile, but Amaranth got a secondary gene today! Morph dropped in the coliseum, and it made her look even more ghostly :P
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45236315]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/452364/45236315_350.png[/img]
[/url]
@Dragonfruiteen Sounds like a plan to me!
You can't really see it from the profile, but Amaranth got a secondary gene today! Morph dropped in the coliseum, and it made her look even more ghostly :P
You can't really see it from the profile, but Amaranth got a secondary gene today! Morph dropped in the coliseum, and it made her look even more ghostly :P
@RadientAngel
Ahh she's beautiful <3 are you planning on giving her a primary? Although the nice thing about Ghost is it's so busy a basic primary still looks good.
Ahh she's beautiful <3 are you planning on giving her a primary? Although the nice thing about Ghost is it's so busy a basic primary still looks good.
@RadientAngel
Ahh she's beautiful <3 are you planning on giving her a primary? Although the nice thing about Ghost is it's so busy a basic primary still looks good.
Ahh she's beautiful <3 are you planning on giving her a primary? Although the nice thing about Ghost is it's so busy a basic primary still looks good.
@Dragonfruiteen At this point, no. If I had the gems I'd try to go with a gene that would darken the primary up a bit, but I don't think there is one out there at the moment besides Python or Poison.
@Dragonfruiteen At this point, no. If I had the gems I'd try to go with a gene that would darken the primary up a bit, but I don't think there is one out there at the moment besides Python or Poison.
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ig6UsPD.png[/img]
Julian lay sprawled across a table playing with a gold chain. His wings fluttered impatiently every so often, and he frequently glanced towards the Skydancer staring expectantly at the nest of five. The Skydancer, named Kraten, had been chosen for him by the clan leaders. Many adults of breeding age had been killed in the recent attack, and they were perilously low on new hatchlings. Kraten had laid five healthy eggs and watched over them day and night with a devotion that Julian didn't even pretend to understand. He wasn't interested in a bunch of flaming rocks, even if they were eggs. He was only here now because the eggs were supposed to hatch soon and Kraten insisted he be there.
He glanced over as a Fae fluttered in. It was his greatfather, whatever his name was. John? Janus? Jun! Yeah, that was it. Julian thought he looked like a scaled butterfly. Even Jotun, while small, had actual muscle! This pathetic Fae had the strength of a glowworm.
His thoughts were interrupted by a wet splorch, followed immediately by an explosion. He was on his feet in seconds, teeth bared.
“Ow!”
He winced and ducked away as Krya thwacked him on the head. The menacing Ridgeback gave him a condescending look.
“An egg just hatched, idiot.”
Julian muttered an oath under his breath as he slithered over to look. Krya heard him and swiped at him with her spined tail, but he ducked nimbly under it.
The hatchling was a Spiral, small and gray. It chirped loudly and tried crawling out of the nest. Kraten picked it up and studied it.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46902441]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469025/46902441_350.png[/img]
[/url]
“Male.” She proclaimed.
Julian looked at him. “How can you tell? It looks like a shapeless wet noodle.”
The Skydancer glared at him and said nothing.
Julian leaned over the edge of the nest. The remains of the first egg were scattered about. The nest itself was completely dry now; growing eggs seemed to absorb the lava that heated them, a process still not completely understood. The other four eggs were nestled together.
Bored with the whole process, Julian reached out and tapped one. Nothing happened. He picked it up and bounced it in his hands.
Behind him he heard Krya hiss and the [I]click-click-click[/I] of her talons against the floor as she hurried towards him. He hastened to return the egg to the nest, but had hardly set it down when it exploded with surprising force.
Julian reeled back, dizzy. When his vision cleared, a second Spiral was perched on his chest. This one had a brilliant pink underbelly.
Where did the pink come from, he wondered.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46902442]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469025/46902442_350.png[/img]
[/url]
Julian pushed it off him on to the floor and Krya picked it up. She shot him a glare as she growled out, “Male.”
The next two eggs hatched in quick succession, a female and another male, both Spirals.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46902443]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469025/46902443_350.png[/img]
[/url]
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46902444]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469025/46902444_350.png[/img]
[/url]
The female had the same patchy white markings as Kraten, breaking up her outline. The male was unusually small, but feisty.
The last egg hatched in a quieter fashion, simply cracking almost in half. The resulting child had Kraten's blotchy wing markings, as well as a colorful red belly.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46902445]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/469025/46902445_350.png[/img]
[/url]
In a short while the nursery room was full of noise and energetic hatchlings bouncing all over the place. Julian was little to no help, and left Kraten, Krya, and Jun to handle them. Eventually Jun got them all together back in the nest and softly hummed to them until they were asleep.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Sorry I'm late! When I bought Kraten and laid the nest I was sick, then once I was better I got really busy IRL. With that, Julian and Kraten are both available for adoption.
Pinglist:
@Millapede85 @RadientAngel @Everburn @Nargeorgicorn @Cyabella
Julian lay sprawled across a table playing with a gold chain. His wings fluttered impatiently every so often, and he frequently glanced towards the Skydancer staring expectantly at the nest of five. The Skydancer, named Kraten, had been chosen for him by the clan leaders. Many adults of breeding age had been killed in the recent attack, and they were perilously low on new hatchlings. Kraten had laid five healthy eggs and watched over them day and night with a devotion that Julian didn't even pretend to understand. He wasn't interested in a bunch of flaming rocks, even if they were eggs. He was only here now because the eggs were supposed to hatch soon and Kraten insisted he be there.
He glanced over as a Fae fluttered in. It was his greatfather, whatever his name was. John? Janus? Jun! Yeah, that was it. Julian thought he looked like a scaled butterfly. Even Jotun, while small, had actual muscle! This pathetic Fae had the strength of a glowworm.
His thoughts were interrupted by a wet splorch, followed immediately by an explosion. He was on his feet in seconds, teeth bared.
“Ow!”
He winced and ducked away as Krya thwacked him on the head. The menacing Ridgeback gave him a condescending look.
“An egg just hatched, idiot.”
Julian muttered an oath under his breath as he slithered over to look. Krya heard him and swiped at him with her spined tail, but he ducked nimbly under it.
The hatchling was a Spiral, small and gray. It chirped loudly and tried crawling out of the nest. Kraten picked it up and studied it.
“Male.” She proclaimed.
Julian looked at him. “How can you tell? It looks like a shapeless wet noodle.”
The Skydancer glared at him and said nothing.
Julian leaned over the edge of the nest. The remains of the first egg were scattered about. The nest itself was completely dry now; growing eggs seemed to absorb the lava that heated them, a process still not completely understood. The other four eggs were nestled together.
Bored with the whole process, Julian reached out and tapped one. Nothing happened. He picked it up and bounced it in his hands.
Behind him he heard Krya hiss and the click-click-click of her talons against the floor as she hurried towards him. He hastened to return the egg to the nest, but had hardly set it down when it exploded with surprising force.
Julian reeled back, dizzy. When his vision cleared, a second Spiral was perched on his chest. This one had a brilliant pink underbelly.
Where did the pink come from, he wondered.
Julian pushed it off him on to the floor and Krya picked it up. She shot him a glare as she growled out, “Male.”
The next two eggs hatched in quick succession, a female and another male, both Spirals.
The female had the same patchy white markings as Kraten, breaking up her outline. The male was unusually small, but feisty.
The last egg hatched in a quieter fashion, simply cracking almost in half. The resulting child had Kraten's blotchy wing markings, as well as a colorful red belly.
In a short while the nursery room was full of noise and energetic hatchlings bouncing all over the place. Julian was little to no help, and left Kraten, Krya, and Jun to handle them. Eventually Jun got them all together back in the nest and softly hummed to them until they were asleep.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Sorry I'm late! When I bought Kraten and laid the nest I was sick, then once I was better I got really busy IRL. With that, Julian and Kraten are both available for adoption.
Pinglist:
@Millapede85 @RadientAngel @Everburn @Nargeorgicorn @Cyabella
