Raffles & Giveaways

[color=black]@Figmentling [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=96534] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/966/96534_350.png[/img] [/url] Oxoacid stepped into the tent, humming to herself. Walking past so many excited festival-goers had lifted her own mood considerably, especially considering her initial concern at going into the Tangled Wood alone. If [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1204704]Dreamweb[/url] hadn't been huddled up under wolf pelts, alternating between coughing and squawking orders to that shadow serpent of hers, Oxoacid would have refused. But she had felt sympathy for the skydancer, her daughter's only real friend as far as Oxoacid knew, and she had accepted the request without really thinking it over. She greeted the unnerving dragon in charge, then crept forward to examine the strange contents of the cauldron. They wouldn't allow anything truly dangerous at the Spree, would they...? Good spirits falling slightly, she glanced back over at the manager of the stall. Dreamweb had called her Zenith, or at least that was what those gurgles had sounded like. In Oxoacid's opinion, Zenith was a graceful, haunting, and unorthodox sort of pretty. She carried herself with confidence and an amused air, as Oxoacid had never quite been able to manage. Generally, she didn't consider herself a jealous dragon, ridgeback as she was, but she and [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42439]Redox[/url] had been sweethearts since they were juveniles and mates for nearly as long. To this day, neither of them had felt the need to borrow another dragon. But sometimes Oxoacid worried she was boring, too average, or at the very least that their years spent together meant Redox would lose interest. It was [i]unlikely[/i] that his blushes and evasions yesterday had meant anything, but they did disturb her a little. Tonight was about helping her daughter's friend, though, as she reminded herself when she saw another dragon lift the door flap. Oxoacid hurried to lower her head toward the ominous liquid, worrying at the glow, and then her muzzle was uncomfortably submerged in sticky green.[/color]

@Figmentling [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12677942] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/126780/12677942_350.png[/img] [/url] Ambros is back, again! His fish-bobbing with Nareena the previous day went well, and she wants him to do it more often... He'd bring it up with the other Ridgeback pair of the clan, but they're not as welcoming of water as the two crystalline ones. Maybe the [s]vast amount of[/s] Mirrors would have a go. It would cost quite a bit to get fish to feed ten hungry Mirrors... As nice and friendly and non-Mirror-y some of them are, they can't help being constantly hungry. Ambros stabs another melon with his nose- another melon to add to his "trophy cabinet". Yes, he made a trophy cabinet for the melons he shoved on his nose. Well, he wasn't going to eat them, was he? It'll be a challenge to hide them from a Pearlcatcher and three Tundras, though. edit: pinging myself because i always lose the thread lmao @wallsie2

@Figmentling [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17138414] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/171385/17138414_350.png[/img] [/url] A well-put-together Skydancer ducks into the tent; it's impossible to tell his birth flight as his eyes are hidden underneath of a stylish black fedora. On his way in, he accidentally bumps into a hooded Spiral. Ever the gentleman, he stops and apologizes. "Forgive me." He pauses to take in her appearance. "I must say, your apparel is very well put together; you should be proud." He nods before continuing up to the cauldron. Removing his fedora, he dips his head into the cauldron without preamble. (@Mosflow, I love Cheshire's apparel and genes! Everything is brought together really nicely and works well with her colors. That bio is awesome too!)

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16651235] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/166513/16651235_350.png[/img] [/url] Chath has heard about this new sport and wants to try it himself. He likes apples of all kinds, especially the purple ones with yellow spots. Of course, it takes a lot of apples to feed an Imperial. (Note to self--do imps eat more than fae?) He doffs his deepsea bulb from his forehead (there's no danger here to make it glow) and gracefully flomps his head into the cauldron.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4297636] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/42977/4297636_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=5167738] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/51678/5167738_350.png[/img] [/url] Rotsire chased Guai all the way back to the apple bobbing station, where he finally caught her. "Here, see how YOU like it!" the ridgeback laughed and shoved the coatl's head into the cauldron. Before she short-circuited, she managed to kick his hand off her. When she pulled her head up, she realized that her head had gone in at a very lucky angle- there was something in her mouth! She spat it in his face. "That was NOT funny, Uncle!"

@Figmentling [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=7579911] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/75800/7579911_350.png[/img][/url][/center] The mirror pulls out a crispy apple out of the cauldron and drops it to the ground, dripping in [s]water[/s] liquid. He stares at it for a while, looking puzzled by the apple's inability to flee. He pokes it a little, making the fruit rolls gently. When there is still no reaction, he bravely takes a bite out of it. "This was not what I expected, no. But it [i]is [/i]crunchy, yes", he says, chewing. He looks at the cauldron and swallow his mouthful. "Can I try again?"

@Figmentling [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4764828] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/47649/4764828_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Beeblebrox stopped dead on the path, staring at the cauldron...the dragons...the cauldron....the apples....the cauldron...Eyes growing wider with each passing second, he hurried forward, his journey to a certain raffle area completely forgotten for the moment. [i]"A game of chance! And it's been going on all week?! How did I miss such an opportunity to play with improbability?"[/i] Muttering unhappily to himself, he stopped in front of the beautiful female Ridgeback clearly running things. "Hello! I [i]love[/i] to play with chance, and the more improbable the outcome the better....can I have a go? Please give me an extra big melon. I'd like to have as improbable a chance to find something as possible. Yes, that one," he added happily pointing at an overlarge fruit, "That will completely obscure not only my nose, but my eyes too...."

@Figmentling [quote] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2700619] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/27007/2700619_350.png[/img] [/url] Dahlia creeps up to the stand. Brilliant feathers flash as she removes her jewels, which seem to burn like a real flame with each tiny movement. She asks the Ridgeback to keep them in a safe place and dunks her head in... (Sorry, Dahlia is brand new to my lair so I don't have much of a "persona" for her yet XD )[/quote]

@Figmentling [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4109591] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/41096/4109591_350.png[/img] [/url] Ever on the hunt for information, McIntosh often found himself drawn to larger groups of dragons, and so it was only a matter of time before he found himself at the core of the festivities. The Skydancer took some time to simply observe the area; multiple tents were set up around the perimeter, some with drakes outside hawking wares and services. Everything was bright and uplifting, and he found himself smiling slightly at the sight. There was certainly a lot to see - the crowds were vast, the types of dragons present even more varied than he could have expected. He was here for work, but he couldn't fight the nagging feeling in his head that he should take a break. Live a little. Enjoy the festivities. And so McIntosh stepped into a tent marked with a fancily dressed Ridgeback at its entrance standing beside an impressive stack of melons. "Bobbin' for apples?" he repeated, amused at what she was offering. "Why not? I'll give it a try." Pulling the tanned mask down away from his face, he eyed the cauldron with a childish glint in his eye and a smirk hiding just behind his expression. He dunked his head into the cauldron with a splash and without hesitation, grabbing a hold of whatever he could find and spitting it into a claw as soon as he emerged from the liquid. He smiled at the Ridgeback, plumage still dripping. "Thank you, ma'am. I think I needed that." With that, he tucked his prize away and gave his face a quick wipe before pulling the mask back up. "If I had a hat I'd tip it to ya."

@Figmentling Two excited looking dragons barrel into the tent. You recognize one as Kara, a fae that came by and participated yesterday. With her is a very eager looking skydancer, squirming in anticipation. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17050056] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/170501/17050056_350.png[/img] [/url] "Oh man this is sooo coooolllll!" He says, "I've never tried apple bobbing before! What do you win if you get an apple? Treasure? Apparel? *gasp* an EGG???" "Ah, none of that, at least not yet. You get the apple. The one you bobbed for, that is." The skydancer stopped squirming and gave Kara an odd look. "Aiolos?" "That's... So AWESOME! I mean, I don't even eat plants, NO ONE in our clan eats plants, but WHO CARES! YOU GET AN APPLE! AN APPLE, KARA! A N A P P L E!!" "Yess yes. Hahaa. Well, I'll leave you to it. Good luck!" Kara steps out of the tent as Aiolos makes his way to the cauldron, grinning wildly. His body is ready.