starliings' Clan

em | they/them | 21yo

every time light flight ain't in the top 3 i am guaranteed to be angy

**You've fallen into my lair.**

You stand up, shaking off the dust, and look around to see dozens of dragons staring silently at you. You look like, from an outsider's perspective, like you have interrupted a frat party that had just started and no one was really having any fun at all.

Small groups of young dragons and old dragons stopped their conversations to stare blankly in your direction, but as they realize you're weak and terrible, they go back to speaking in a tongue you can't recognize.

A girl, about 8 foot 6 and emitting a pale, radiant light, approaches you from the mist and shakes your hand. She rips it off. You no longer have a hand.

She throws your hand to one of the dragons, who eats it in about one to two seconds. You bleed out and die.

Welcome to Starling's Lair.