Oranitha's Clan

Clan Castoff This is a place for ordinary dragons. The legends have moved elsewhere, and the few heroes left don't linger much. We're quiet folk, content with our flowerbeds, our scrolls, our trading-posts and trees. When the night gets dark, we'll tend to other duties. But the world forgets those, and forgets us, and even we forget our stories in time--except by the campfire, when the flames burn low.

I'm mostly here to do big dumb projects and also, occasionally, big dumb projects.

No one else at this IP visits this site, so if you see one, tell me who it is so I can get them out of my walls.


Clan lore currently getting a touchup, please yell at the well, I need to make that bit better.

Good clan songs: The Horror and the Wild (shared by Revolupine)

Me: Code monkey, previously lab monkey. I write tools and stories...occasionally, they work! I'm also responsible for tons of embarrassing poetry. My lair/lore is half retirement community, half Crocodile Dundee Eldritch Edition, so take it as it comes I guess. I draw, but mostly monsters.

I don't do much "FR stuff" (besides overusing the forums), but I'll check in on my phone every few hours for Baldwin, so I should be able to get back to you quicklyish.

I mostly use the friends list for keeping up with conversations. This requires turning down random friend request--no offense is meant! Just chat with me if you want to be friends :)

Important Links:
Drawing Room Floor
Writing Shop [HIATUS]
Perennial Dom Shop
Wishlist

Bio Resources:
Animated Coli Sidebars



TO-DO:
Do before next PPD update:
[[RAFFLE ART C'MON ORA THIS IS SILLY
PPD Banner and additional icons
PPD interest meetup?]]

We Are All Jim Maybe some day...
Pinglist Theater Presents
E-Hug Pinglist Thank you, Tsuriruto!
Bottled Goodwill




An Ordinary Clan
____Somewhere between the wild sky and welcome earth there is a place for ordinary dragons. They go about their lives with gentle smiles, slow words, the reassuring thought that the world has all but forgotten them. They weave boughs into baskets and crowd them with plants, and sort their recipe cards, and push the skeletons deeper in the closet. Ordinary is the lie we tell ourselves to make the world a less frightening place. Ordinary is what we call ourselves when we need to disappear. In this gently sloping clearing, this place of tumbling blossoms and quiet wind, the ordinary dragons are preparing to change the world.[/i]