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Lettie's Clan

Venerable Lair

within the

Dripcave Dregs

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Hi, I’m Lettie! Scroll down to learn about me and my clan~

Cape Wynn

The ice melts away into something more...

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A cape made from the crumbling shore of the Icefields, as something whimsical (or eerie?) leaks from the depths. The energy draws dragonkind from all places, more coming the more it grows. A small coastal tundra forest leaps from the ground where dragons tread, and soon a small self sustaining community grows. The dragons split into groups to best defend their slice of paradise as they grow, but who knows how long until the oozing magic draws something unwanted.

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Hello! Again , I’m Lettie. This is my eclectic collection of dragons, for whom I am slowly writing down the puzzle pieces to connect them all together, it’s just a work in progress. Eventually I had to step back and make an entire mind map (or web really) to start weaving them together

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Bit by bit I will start uploading individual bios for each dragon, along with art and more lore about the clan/den as a whole itself! All art is done by me and I’m debating opening a shop, let me know what you think! For now it is just behind the discovery of Cape Wynn, a portrait of my progen Faeryn, and a super simple rendering of the cape in the sunrise as a header. Scroll Down to read!

I do exalt dragons, but if I purchased a dragon from you I likely plan to keep it around for a while. I do name all of my hatchlings now, even if being sold, as having unnamed dragons exalted bothers me.

Feel free to add me! I'd love more FR pals.

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The Beginning

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A lone tundra female wandered about the edge of the Reclaimers Glacier, wherein she had hatched and grown on her own. For the most part. If she recalls correctly. Or was there a soft, soothing scent she remembered? It was on the tip of her nose. Regardless, the glacial plain offered very little to sustain her, and she had been traveling for days to find really anything, to be honest. The Southern Icefield is known to be unforgiving, but no part more so than its heart. However, some indefinite amount of time ago, she began to feel drawn to something.

As she neared the edge of the plain, between the base of the Cloudscrape Crags and the Dripcave Dregs, there was some sort of energy that felt like it was getting stronger. It felt similar to the few times she had been able to perform simple feats of magic, sprung forth from her seemingly by instinct. Like that, but somehow even more... primal. Even still, it felt almost familiar.

For however long it was, she would never be sure, she wandered. Eventually it all just melted together. But somehow still, she reached the source. She stood looking out over the ocean below the Crags, spying a small cape of rock and residual ice. Her winter coat weighed heavy on her, but even still she knew she couldn’t stop. She raised her wings, and leapt from the cliffside. The weight was dragging her down more with each thrust of her wings, so much so she would likely not have made it were her destination not on a steady decline anyways. She landed in a heavy heap at the base of the shoreline, on the soft sand. After some rest, she pulled herself to her feet, feeling shock as the sand between her toes felt... warm? Once the dismay had faded, she began to take in her surroundings. For years now the floes had been shrinking, slowly receding inland to the base of the tundra where everything sprawled from, washing away into the sea. In front of the weary tundra dragon seemed to be the result of that. A series of caves were carved into the cliffside of this section of the Crags, with slow and steady waterfalls softly trickling out of them from healthy streams of melted ice.

There were two main openings. One at the bottom of the cliff, washing out rock and debris from inland of the icefield out to create the newly forming sandbank. The second was a triangular cave much higher up on the cliffside, with a trickle of water running out of it that created a curtain in front of the lower cave. It seemed much older than the others, the shape indicating it started out much how it is now despite the huge expanse that had been washed out and melted away. It was from these caves that the young tundra dragon felt the immense energy. Like it was coming from the heart of the icefield itself. Small bunches of plant life had even begun sprouting on the beach, fueled by this magic.

The young dragon suddenly felt awash with the feeling of home. Forgotten scents flooding her memory. It was something she had so yearned for, and would likely cling to with her every fibre.