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[b]“Mmm… Is it morning already?”[/b] Opening an eye to the day that was the forever night, Sheria could only see the tangled shades of blue and purple. In this wilderness there was no daylight. No blue skies, or brilliant greens and reds, blues or yellows; just darker and lighter shades of an endless looming shadow. She let out a yawn, still tired from her nights rest, knowing that it would be another busy day. Letting her eyes adjust, they settled on a rectangular object with what appeared to be writing scribbled across it. A reminder of the to-do-list she had written out the night before.
She was meaning to visit the inventor today and the clan’s trusty mechanic to enquire about a new mechanism that would allow her to feed the familiars in routine whilst she was out on her travels with the clan’s coliseum warriors. Sheria stretched out her limbs and then allowed her wings to embrace the air. They were magnificent at length, glistening with every shade of darkness that there possibly was. Placing them back at her sides, she marched in to the next room and set about breakfast.
After eating the most important meal of the day, she fed her housemates and was out the door. On her way she spied the clan’s guard, new to their clan and settling in rather awkwardly. No one knew who he was; he wasn’t originally from either of the two clans that had recently merged together. Wounds were still fresh, especially his. He was a survivor of one of the fallen clan’s and a mystery to theirs. He held an important role, strange considering no one knew anything about him. She lifted a clawed palm and waved at the newly appointed guard though it didn’t appear that he had noticed her greeting, if he had, he hadn’t bothered to return the gesture.
Approaching the door to the inventor’s workshop, she took a deep breath in, lifted her hand and knocked several times.
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Corellon had noticed the wave but he remained solitary. He hardly knew the members of the Clan of Falling Leaves and they knew nothing of him. He liked it that way. He wasn’t in this position to make friends, or to attend their tea parties. He was here to protect them and stop them from killing each other, ironic considering they were the people who obliterated everything he knew. Still, they had been kind enough to welcome him in to their home and allowed him to construct his own shelter in a spot of his choice.
He rolled his shoulders loosely and kept his eyes trained on the borders of the village while he paced its line. It was a quiet clan, mostly, and disputes rarely erupted in violence. There had to be something of interest, some tradition that broke the peace, some hustle and bustle that would provide him with some form of a challenge. Then again, the day had only just begun; perhaps there was more to being a guard in this clan than he was giving it credit for?
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- Please add the image of the dragon that you're RP'ing in your post to avoid confusion.
“Mmm… Is it morning already?” Opening an eye to the day that was the forever night, Sheria could only see the tangled shades of blue and purple. In this wilderness there was no daylight. No blue skies, or brilliant greens and reds, blues or yellows; just darker and lighter shades of an endless looming shadow. She let out a yawn, still tired from her nights rest, knowing that it would be another busy day. Letting her eyes adjust, they settled on a rectangular object with what appeared to be writing scribbled across it. A reminder of the to-do-list she had written out the night before.
She was meaning to visit the inventor today and the clan’s trusty mechanic to enquire about a new mechanism that would allow her to feed the familiars in routine whilst she was out on her travels with the clan’s coliseum warriors. Sheria stretched out her limbs and then allowed her wings to embrace the air. They were magnificent at length, glistening with every shade of darkness that there possibly was. Placing them back at her sides, she marched in to the next room and set about breakfast.
After eating the most important meal of the day, she fed her housemates and was out the door. On her way she spied the clan’s guard, new to their clan and settling in rather awkwardly. No one knew who he was; he wasn’t originally from either of the two clans that had recently merged together. Wounds were still fresh, especially his. He was a survivor of one of the fallen clan’s and a mystery to theirs. He held an important role, strange considering no one knew anything about him. She lifted a clawed palm and waved at the newly appointed guard though it didn’t appear that he had noticed her greeting, if he had, he hadn’t bothered to return the gesture.
Approaching the door to the inventor’s workshop, she took a deep breath in, lifted her hand and knocked several times.
Corellon had noticed the wave but he remained solitary. He hardly knew the members of the Clan of Falling Leaves and they knew nothing of him. He liked it that way. He wasn’t in this position to make friends, or to attend their tea parties. He was here to protect them and stop them from killing each other, ironic considering they were the people who obliterated everything he knew. Still, they had been kind enough to welcome him in to their home and allowed him to construct his own shelter in a spot of his choice.
He rolled his shoulders loosely and kept his eyes trained on the borders of the village while he paced its line. It was a quiet clan, mostly, and disputes rarely erupted in violence. There had to be something of interest, some tradition that broke the peace, some hustle and bustle that would provide him with some form of a challenge. Then again, the day had only just begun; perhaps there was more to being a guard in this clan than he was giving it credit for?
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Maliect flew in, relishing the darkness which helped him blend in so well. In the shadows, he could feel safe. He could feel hidden. He had been out all night collecting what he could find, and has chanced upon a feisty little companion. Perhaps the Collector, Sheria, would have some use for it.
The bundle he has slung over his back squirmed, the sudden unbalance of weight almost upsetting Maliect's flight path. He bared his teeth slightly. [i]What a lively little creature. I can't wait to be rid of it.[/i]
He approached the guard, whose face was not familiar. Must be that newcomer everyone's whispering about. He presented his bag for inspection. "Been out all night, brought back some Treasure, a Gem, a few skulls and feathers, and a familiar."
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Azarhy
Maliect flew in, relishing the darkness which helped him blend in so well. In the shadows, he could feel safe. He could feel hidden. He had been out all night collecting what he could find, and has chanced upon a feisty little companion. Perhaps the Collector, Sheria, would have some use for it.
The bundle he has slung over his back squirmed, the sudden unbalance of weight almost upsetting Maliect's flight path. He bared his teeth slightly.
What a lively little creature. I can't wait to be rid of it.
He approached the guard, whose face was not familiar. Must be that newcomer everyone's whispering about. He presented his bag for inspection. "Been out all night, brought back some Treasure, a Gem, a few skulls and feathers, and a familiar."
@azarhy
@WindyWillow
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The Fae went through the various items in her cart. She made sure each was where is was supposed to be. She looked over it a second time. [i]Everything is in it's place.[/i] She made sure all the wheels were in place too.
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The Fae went through the various items in her cart. She made sure each was where is was supposed to be. She looked over it a second time.
Everything is in it's place. She made sure all the wheels were in place too.
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@Azarhy ;
Genevieve roamed the terrain, feet just barely brushing the ground; she had this gait that was a cross between walking and gliding, which would most definitely seem ridiculous on the typical huge, intimidating Guardian, but Genevieve's phlegmatic and earthy nature almost made it seem natural.
As much of a big deal as waiting for the troubled to come to her was, the white Guardian knew the art of seeking the stubborn was just as important-- if not more. Further ahead she saw one of the newer members of this sandwich of a clan; no one knew much of Corellon, especially since he wasn't from the two major colliding clans, but that didn't mean he should go unnoticed.
With a gentle tap of her hindlegs to the soft earth, her forearms followed and her massive body fell gently like her clan's namesake. She looked down at the male Pearlcatcher beside her, not moving so as not to distract him from his work: "Is there anything any of us can do to make you more comfortable, Corellon? We are grateful that you're here."
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@grumbelle @wolfenlied
Thistle wings clapped with great, controlled power. Since the recent merging of the two clans and many unfortunate bystanders, he'd been assigned a new role as a royal guard to protect LostRoyalty and NightmareMoon, but he knew nothing of them other than their names, status, and color palettes. The Imperial was simple, family-oriented, wanting little more than a clan to protect and a group of dragons to call home.
He paced slowly around the rulers' homes, magenta eyes sharp and defensive for intruders. Perhaps today would be the day he got to know who he was living with.
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Genevieve roamed the terrain, feet just barely brushing the ground; she had this gait that was a cross between walking and gliding, which would most definitely seem ridiculous on the typical huge, intimidating Guardian, but Genevieve's phlegmatic and earthy nature almost made it seem natural.
As much of a big deal as waiting for the troubled to come to her was, the white Guardian knew the art of seeking the stubborn was just as important-- if not more. Further ahead she saw one of the newer members of this sandwich of a clan; no one knew much of Corellon, especially since he wasn't from the two major colliding clans, but that didn't mean he should go unnoticed.
With a gentle tap of her hindlegs to the soft earth, her forearms followed and her massive body fell gently like her clan's namesake. She looked down at the male Pearlcatcher beside her, not moving so as not to distract him from his work: "Is there anything any of us can do to make you more comfortable, Corellon? We are grateful that you're here."
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Thistle wings clapped with great, controlled power. Since the recent merging of the two clans and many unfortunate bystanders, he'd been assigned a new role as a royal guard to protect LostRoyalty and NightmareMoon, but he knew nothing of them other than their names, status, and color palettes. The Imperial was simple, family-oriented, wanting little more than a clan to protect and a group of dragons to call home.
He paced slowly around the rulers' homes, magenta eyes sharp and defensive for intruders. Perhaps today would be the day he got to know who he was living with.
@WindyWillow
@Shadowlugia711
@grumbelle
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@MoonsideTourist
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Melody had waken up 5 minutes ago, but hadn't felt like getting up. She still felt pretty tired. However, she knew she had to; she would need to do her task of taking care of the hatchling and she was the only one. She groaned before getting up and stretching her wings before heading out from her nest. She wondered, what would today bring, or would it be a normal day?
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Melody had waken up 5 minutes ago, but hadn't felt like getting up. She still felt pretty tired. However, she knew she had to; she would need to do her task of taking care of the hatchling and she was the only one. She groaned before getting up and stretching her wings before heading out from her nest. She wondered, what would today bring, or would it be a normal day?
I am 2 hours ahead of FR time.
@WindyWillow
@Shadowlugia711
@grumbelle
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@MoonsideTourist
@GraceGlaceon
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Isaprania woke up a few minutes before sunrise, nice and early to get a feel for the day. As a warrior she would have to fight in the coliseum against all kinds of creatures. She shined her pieces of armor so that they gleamed in the light of the sun peeking up over the horizon. Growling to herself, she set to sharpening her long claws. The sound of the sharp weapons against her favorite rock filled the area.
Finishing her chores she looked out of her den. She still had some time before her fellow warrior woke up, so why not take a sniff around? The female nocturne stepped out and strapped on her armor and brass gloves, smiling at the sound the metal made as it scraped across other pieces of the protective material. She looked out across the leafy land that was her home and smiled. Today would be a good day for fighting.
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Isaprania woke up a few minutes before sunrise, nice and early to get a feel for the day. As a warrior she would have to fight in the coliseum against all kinds of creatures. She shined her pieces of armor so that they gleamed in the light of the sun peeking up over the horizon. Growling to herself, she set to sharpening her long claws. The sound of the sharp weapons against her favorite rock filled the area.
Finishing her chores she looked out of her den. She still had some time before her fellow warrior woke up, so why not take a sniff around? The female nocturne stepped out and strapped on her armor and brass gloves, smiling at the sound the metal made as it scraped across other pieces of the protective material. She looked out across the leafy land that was her home and smiled. Today would be a good day for fighting.
@WindyWillow
@Shadowlugia711
@grumbelle
@wolfenlied
@MoonsideTourist
@GraceGlaceon
@WillowWispFlame
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Morgrim was resting in the sunlight. He was currently laying near where the leaders where. His long and slender body was coiled up, just like a snake's. His ears twitched slightly toward the direction of any small sound.
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Athena yawned. She had recently woken up from a nap. She now was thinking of a plan for a new shelter. She was drawing out plans on the ground with a twig. Athena's beautiful wings shined in the light and were rustling slightly in the breeze. She hummed a happy tune as she drew in the dirt. The birdskulls on her wings clacked against her as she shifted around to get better angles for her drawing.
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Lorelei was currently on patrol. She kept a watchful eye out for trouble. Her tail was flat on the ground just dragging along behind her.
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Morgrim was resting in the sunlight. He was currently laying near where the leaders where. His long and slender body was coiled up, just like a snake's. His ears twitched slightly toward the direction of any small sound.
Athena yawned. She had recently woken up from a nap. She now was thinking of a plan for a new shelter. She was drawing out plans on the ground with a twig. Athena's beautiful wings shined in the light and were rustling slightly in the breeze. She hummed a happy tune as she drew in the dirt. The birdskulls on her wings clacked against her as she shifted around to get better angles for her drawing.
Lorelei was currently on patrol. She kept a watchful eye out for trouble. Her tail was flat on the ground just dragging along behind her.
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Anything involving Julian being more than 20 feet away from the leaders' living arrangements was out of the question, but he couldn't help but acknowledge the rising Fae. Almost everyone was indifferent to one another, and on the battlefield, this leads to... Well, what they were now. Fragments. Except those would be literal.
"Good morning!" Julian's voice boomed at the egg watcher. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to say. He knew her occupation, breed, and... [i]maybe[/i] her name? "How are the eggs today, Melanie? Any new additions to the Falling Leaves?"
A toothy smile beamed from him. The Imperial loved his job, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't get lonely.
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Anything involving Julian being more than 20 feet away from the leaders' living arrangements was out of the question, but he couldn't help but acknowledge the rising Fae. Almost everyone was indifferent to one another, and on the battlefield, this leads to... Well, what they were now. Fragments. Except those would be literal.
"Good morning!" Julian's voice boomed at the egg watcher. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to say. He knew her occupation, breed, and...
maybe her name? "How are the eggs today, Melanie? Any new additions to the Falling Leaves?"
A toothy smile beamed from him. The Imperial loved his job, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't get lonely.
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MoonsideTourist
"Ah! Oh, hello Julian," Melody said in surprise before calming herself down. He came up to her so suddenly. She then looked at him, confused. "Eggs? Um... I'm a Hatchling Sitter, so I'm not sure how the eggs are.... And you were close on my name, but it's Melody." She couldn't help but give him a small smile back. It seemed that some dragons kept mixing up what she did, but she was used to it. She didn't mind so much though. If she wasn't a Hatchling Sitter, she probably would be a Egg Sitter.
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MoonsideTourist
"Ah! Oh, hello Julian," Melody said in surprise before calming herself down. He came up to her so suddenly. She then looked at him, confused. "Eggs? Um... I'm a Hatchling Sitter, so I'm not sure how the eggs are.... And you were close on my name, but it's Melody." She couldn't help but give him a small smile back. It seemed that some dragons kept mixing up what she did, but she was used to it. She didn't mind so much though. If she wasn't a Hatchling Sitter, she probably would be a Egg Sitter.
I am 2 hours ahead of FR time.
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Oh. Close enough. Before continuing, he peeks over his shoulder, making sure the leaders' home was still in sight. And it was-- he could pounce on an intruder with ease should they try to be sneaky while he talks to his clanmates. "Sorry about that, Melody. In that case, how are the
hatchlings doing? Any ready to hunt for themselves? Feel free to bring them by anytime to learn how to defend others. Should I not be here, I'm sure Corellon wouldn't mind being a shadow." The Imperial knew absolutely nothing about Corellon.
He flapped his wings just once, the gust strong enough to knock back many an unbalanced or weak dragon. He hadn't had a chance to stretch all morning.
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Oh. Close enough. Before continuing, he peeks over his shoulder, making sure the leaders' home was still in sight. And it was-- he could pounce on an intruder with ease should they try to be sneaky while he talks to his clanmates. "Sorry about that, Melody. In that case, how are the
hatchlings doing? Any ready to hunt for themselves? Feel free to bring them by anytime to learn how to defend others. Should I not be here, I'm sure Corellon wouldn't mind being a shadow." The Imperial knew absolutely nothing about Corellon.
He flapped his wings just once, the gust strong enough to knock back many an unbalanced or weak dragon. He hadn't had a chance to stretch all morning.
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