Raffles & Giveaways

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28670128][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/286702/28670128_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] The entrance to the camp had admitted a number of dragons, each more excited than the last. But now the gate swung before a Ball-Jointed Bogsneak, freshly polished and clacking cheerfully as it approached. "It's all very well for [i]you[/i]," said the glum, non-ball-jointed Bogsneak who was plodding behind it. "You've got no strings to hold you down. [i]I've[/i] got a dozen puppets' worth. They make me fret. They make me frown." Her speech was crabby, but the glance of her golden eyes toward the camp buildings spoke less of [i]annoyance[/i] and more of [i]fear[/i]. She put her head back down and re-settled the velvet bag on her shoulder. Marionettes shifted and bumped within their own linen covers, and some of her special-effects gear chimed strangely within the rolled backdrops at the bottom. But her favorite puppet, her familiar, was eagerly drifting toward the rickety stage ... so she sighed and trudged after him, looking around warily for anyone who might try to talk to her.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17287381] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/172874/17287381_350.png[/img] [/url] Evershine, much more a night dragon than a morning one, shakes the sleep from her eyes as the sun falls below the horizon. As she does so, little flickers of light begin to pop up, one by one, along the lakeside, each slowing growing brighter and brighter. She slips in and out of the shadows to reach the closest light and plops herself down next to it. She smiles gently at the fierce, moving flame of the bonfire, tilting her head to one side and anticipating the magic that awaits in the rest of Camp Elf.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8597317] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/85974/8597317_350.png[/img] [/url] Carol was quietly taking in everything, from the excited bustling of the dragons around her to the chirping of birds from the surrounding trees. Breathing in the sweet smell of pine, she felt at peace, with a sense of warmth from her belly. She was so excited to be part of a summer gifting group, so wanting to see the happiness on other dragons' faces when they are greeted with special items of their dreams! Sure, the weather was warm and humid, not something she enjoyed compared to the chill of Southern Icefield of which she visited often, but it will be worth the experience of the camp itself! It seemed that being lost in thought left her behind the rest of the dragons who were heading to the fire pit. Blushing, Carol trotted towards them, quick to make up the accidental lost time.[/center]

Woohoo! Camp Elf is here ^.^ [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24719218] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/247193/24719218_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=oxtail][size=4]Humming to himself Vipercandy checks and rechecks his satchel of art supplies as he waits to check in. Looking around eagerly he pats his bag and watches the other campers arrive. So many different colors and shapes and personalities! Whipping out his sketchbook he begins to hurriedly outline portraits while they are fresh in his mind. A light coughing penetrates his furor. Startled he glances up at the smiling skydancer wearing the camp counselor badge. "Hello and Welcome to Camp Elf!" she greets warmly. "I have the bunking lists here..." she glances down at the parchment in her claw, "your name?" "Oh, I'm Vipercandy," he smiles and waves a charcoal smudged paw slightly. The counselor glances up with a twinkle in her eye, "Ah it looks like you'll be bunking next to the Arts and Crafts cabin." With a graceful gesture she waves towards the north, "Just follow the oak trail to the cabin next to the pond..." She trails off as Vipercandy gives a whoop of enthusiasm and gallops off waving behind him, "thank you!" "Welcome to Camp Elf," she cheerfully calls after the quickly departing tundra.

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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6813577][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/68136/6813577_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Belladonna walked into the camp pure curiosity in her eyes, she was here to not only represent her clan of Moon Haven, she was also here due to her father having sent her out so she could see more of the world. It was both exiting and jarring being away from the clan she had known all her life. Her armor creaked as she began making her way towards the other campers starting to wonder if perhaps she should change into something less battle ready. It had been her mother whom had made sure she had packed her armor stating how she wanted to make sure she was always prepared but even Belladonna had to wonder if it was necessary all these surrounding campers seemed friendly enough maybe she would enjoy her time here.

@Kriski 1, 9, 3, 12 [b]Going Camping[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34158883] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/341589/34158883_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34158884] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/341589/34158884_350.png[/img] [/url] Fluffy and Nyomi smiled at everyone who showed up to wish them a happy adulthood, and ate the cakes and salad with gusto, then stretched their wings. “Where are you two headed?” Their Mom’s question was lazy—Amour had eaten cake too. “It’s getting dark, you know.” Their Dad, CottonCandy, looked worried. “We know!” Fluffy smiled. He liked the darkness. “We’re going camping!” Nyomi grinned widely. “What? Where?” CottonCandy stood up, as if to stop them. “The Viridian Labyrinth.” “We talked it over. There’s plenty of food there, so even if we get lost, we’ll be fine!” CottonCandy looked alarmed at the work lost, but Amour just laughed. “They’ll do fine—you took them foraging there all last week.” “But—they’re my babies!” Amour hugged him. “I forget how old you are sometimes. Don’t worry so much—they’re young, true, but you trained them well.” She smiled at the youngsters. “You bring back some sweets for your Dad, you hear?” “Will do!” “No problem!” “Bye—we mean, good night! We’ll be back in a few days, with lots of stories and sweets!” And with that, the two young tundras flew off into the northlands. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30835188] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/308352/30835188_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=663222] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/6633/663222_350.png[/img] [/url]

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