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@mageoflight I love lore that already has plans of tying in with other dragons! <3

@Decaffeinated (Since I name all my dragons Latin/Draconic names, I've renamed him "Noxvolantem" (night flying or flying night) and I felt that he'd feel like a female (but still be technically male, no Genderswapping scroll please) so he is female in the story.) [quote] [i][b]Noxvolantem[/b] glided through the huge underground cave in which most Shadow Clans lived, since Plague took to the skies. The air was calm at this time of day, as a lot of the dragons rested peacefully with their clans. She loved the rush through her body as she glided around the underground cave, she loved the feeling of gliding in particular, but she wasn't the best glider in her clan. No, even she had to admit that Vuthafiik, the clan's leader, was better than her at gliding, as he proved it the very first day...[/i] She followed Vuthafiik through the skies, following his every twist and turn he made. It was heaven gliding this high to her new clan. Did they know she was coming? Did they know that Vuthafiik was gone not for hunting, but to gather another dragon? These questions buzzed around in her head, hoping to finally get out. But Noxvolantem knew better than to ask questions, as she learned that questions lead to mayhem ninety percent of the time. Especially since every time she asked one, she'd be tasked with cleaning out the "toilet" for a month. She never did like that toilet. "I'm suprised. You have yet to ask a question." She snapped out of her head. "What did you say?" she asked Vuthafiik. "Never mind," he said, "we're almost there." Almost there? she thought. Almost to the clan? But all she saw was desert. Then... There was a hole, a huge one, in the ground. She watched as Vuthafiik dived right into it. She followed. The cavern was huge, but there wasn't a dragon in sight. She landed onto a platform to rest her wings. She saw Vuthafiik climb up one of the carvern's walls to a platform higher than hers. Suddenly, Vuthafiik jumped with his wings spread out to glide, went towards a wall, closed his wings about 2-5 feet before it, and disappear. "Vuthafiik!" she yelled. "Are you okay?" She silently cursed herself for asking a question. "I'm alright!" he yelled. Noxvolantem tracked his voice to a hole in the wall, where his face currently was. The hole was large enough to fit Noxvolantem if she wiggled through, but if she did what Vuthafiik did, she'd might hit the wall. "Come on, just don't hit the wall," Vuthafiik said. "You'll be fine. You're one of the best gliders I've seen. Just close your wings when you're close, and dive through." She looked wearly at the wall. Alright, she thought, let's see. Vuthafiik's head disappeared from view as Noxvolantem got ready. She jumped... Doing what Vuthafiik did, she closed her wings and dived through the hole... Only for her to stop suddenly due to her forgetting about her back legs. "Ouch!" Noxvolantem said, moving her legs to check the damage... And falling right on top of Vuthafiik. Getting up quickly, she checked herself and Vuthafiik. No damage, surprisingly. Vuthafiik began to laugh. "Oh to the Shadowbringer was that gold," he said once he stopped laughing. "Glad you're not hurt, Noxvolantem, glad you're okay." ... [i]Noxvolantem landed perfectly back at the clan's home, which, like most homes down there, was a cave. She smiled to herself at the memory. Oh, she's never going to live that down, not that she'd want to ever forget it. She may be a good glider, but she wasn't the best, and she didn't care.[/i] [/quote] Dragons used: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48963774] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/489638/48963774_350.png[/img] [/url] Noxvolantem [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48343367] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/483434/48343367_350.png[/img] [/url] Vuthafiik

@Decaffeinated Sorry for the delay! I had a busy week ;7; [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49485336] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/494854/49485336_350.png[/img] [/url] Perhaps due to fate, or nature's cold, sharp claws- Kaiique didn't grow to be the dragon he wanted to be. Destined to shine, as his clan's prophecy foretold, he instead threw himself in terrible despair, after a series of mistakes, until his inevitable fall. - - - It started when he was young, his birth awaited for all the imperials and nocturnes of his clan. Their kin was doomed, without energy, water and much less food- completely lost in the merciless lands of Lightning's desert. They held to whatever hope they could get, and from that despair was soon born lies. Lies, a fake comfort on the possibility that soon someone could lead them to success, to leave misery behind. Kaiique's life was a gift, it was the hope and support they all needed. Since early age he indeed showed signs of a born-leader: a sharp personality and smart wits, a sociable hatchling that also showed talent in hunting and exploring.He was perfect. Too perfect even. But that was also a lie. They only saw what they wanted to, and without realizing they forced the little imperial to be someone he wasn't. - - - Incredible pressure was thrown over his shoulders, and with time he was obligued to shape himself for the sake of others. To meet their expectations, to not be a disappointment. Don't show weakness, you have to be strong. Don't cry, don't complain. Train harder. Go hunt. Offer help. Be there. Do it for them. [i]Do it for them.[/i] He inevitably became the leader, and managed to stay like that for a long time- guiding their path, making decisions, dhowing confidence even when he had none. Even more time passed by, but one day he met his last trial. There was nowhere to run except foward, though in front of them there was nothing but the endless sight of a turbulent sea. A thunderstorm crept over, with its strong winds and alarming thunders, rocking above and below. The ocean was revolted, its waves bigger than his own imperial body, reaching so tall on the sky it hid the moon at times. But there was no other option, they [i]had[/i] to fly. One by one, the dragons left the ground, fighting against the gusts and heavy rain- all scared, worried, tired... Lost in the dark night, pushing foward as much as they could. Kaiique, unsurprisingly, was feeling the worst of the bunch. All the weight of such a decision dragging over him, as he tried to comfort the others, when it was hard to trust his own words. Unexpectly, however, lightning struck his wings, and he fell foward. He screamed for help, his heart beating so fast it could burst out- His companions descended to help, but, like him, many fell to the sea. His back and wings hit strongly the surface, pain shooting through his muscles, and before he could say anything more- the waves engulfed and silenced him. The tide dragged him away, it pulled him deeper... - - - But his body one day floated to the shore. To a beach he had never heard about, found by another clan. With little memories of what happened to him, and no information of what happened to his previous clanmates, he felt lost more than ever, but thankfully was also immediately taken under the wings of the dragons he just met- receiving a second chance to grow. With new job, new friends and a new home, he stayed on the port for decades to come. The imperial discovered a different kind of happiness, on the freedom and serenity his life now provided, but at the same time nothing could be perfect. His past still scarred his mind and body, on the marks he held on his skin and scales, as well as on the nightmares that from time to time haunted his nights. "Not all seeds grow till they blossom flowers." Was something the Imperial had learned with time. A cold truth, but a reality nonetheles, that somehow still manage to bring a certain, sorrowful comfort on his heart.

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@Decaffeinated i was @umesawa, but i've changed my un. can that be updated on the pinglist?