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Mighty Lair

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Snowsquall Tundra

Clan Info

The Breath of Snow
WIP Lore Lair
-Currently writing once every 1000 years

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Snow curls around your feet, and birds flock around you, curious about your arrival. It seems the Snowsquall Tundra is a bit more welcoming than it looks. You can see a spiderweb of a lair. There are so many different sizes, colors, and shapes mashed into a dug out wall, it's almost harmonious. You continue along the path and stop at the gates of the area. Will you enter, or will you not?

Welcome to the Pack!

I don't mind random trades, friend requests, giftbombs, or really anything else.
Feel free to offer for any dragon! If it doesn't have a broadcast, they're most likely for sale.
My handle on most sites is Eternitydeath.
They/Them. Any neopronouns.
I read all my profile comments, pings, and messages even if I don't respond to them.
I flip dragons, I exalt freshly bought ones, I don't always buy to keep, and I change my mind on keepers. If you want a permanent home for your dragon, I'm probably not it. Feel free to block me to avoid this.

Clan Areas

The painted city is a bright, and yet dark place. It's almost entirely covered in paint, each dragon's unique self-expression. Every dragon has worked or are working on it, patching up cracks, adjusting everything, making all of their areas specially their own. If you only took one glance at it, you'd think it was messy. But something about the effort put into being themselves bleeds through.

Lylia is full- maple and pine trees in an unusual bond, greens and oranges all around. A swirling mix, almost like splattered paint. A permanent stall is right on the path leading toward it, holding a bell that can be rung easily. Crows flock here, giving out loud squawks. There are a few real words mixed in there. Home to dragons who didn't have a place in the Painted City.

The Crow's roost is meant to be a final destination. Crows, thousands of them, flock around the area. Some are even white. The area is a floating island, covered in snow. There are four main caves and a fountain in the middle of it all. The entire thing is surrounded by flowers. A series of floating stones lead up to the island, sturdier than they look. A glance at it and you know that it's a home for leaders.