pandorademos' Clan
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ITS ALWAYS BEEN It isn't known anymore how these mountains began, but its certain that this line of dragons has been here since the first snowfall. |
DRAGON RIDERS
Andgandr had known there had been humans on her mountains. She could see the plumes of smoke from their little fires, could see them move across the valley as little pinpricks as she soared above. But never had she seen one so close. When that child, with its long mane of white-gold hair climbed into her den, she had no other plan then to scorch her alive. When little Háskahöggr crawled out of his shell to call for this strange child, she hesitated. A human for a daughter? Surely Háskahöggr knew to pick a better sibling to share his life with. In the end, she ended up relenting, and little Felicia grew up soaring on the back of her dragon-brother.
Andgandr had known there had been humans on her mountains. She could see the plumes of smoke from their little fires, could see them move across the valley as little pinpricks as she soared above. But never had she seen one so close. When that child, with its long mane of white-gold hair climbed into her den, she had no other plan then to scorch her alive. When little Háskahöggr crawled out of his shell to call for this strange child, she hesitated. A human for a daughter? Surely Háskahöggr knew to pick a better sibling to share his life with. In the end, she ended up relenting, and little Felicia grew up soaring on the back of her dragon-brother.
WHERE THE MOUNTAIN MEETS THE SEA
Generation after generation, has met at the sea with their One. Háskahöggr and Galatea. Andgandr and her serpent love. Andgandr's mother. The list continues up till the very first dragon that awoke alone on this mountain. It drums through every bone: I must wait here for the sea, I must hold steady for the waves. So each dragon sits, and each dragon waits. So it is.
Generation after generation, has met at the sea with their One. Háskahöggr and Galatea. Andgandr and her serpent love. Andgandr's mother. The list continues up till the very first dragon that awoke alone on this mountain. It drums through every bone: I must wait here for the sea, I must hold steady for the waves. So each dragon sits, and each dragon waits. So it is.
THE DESERT
Galatea is older now, and yet still her father brews over the Desert. On her flights that take her across the seas, sometimes she catches glimpses of him. He rules those dunes now, the barrens, the canyons, the spires. And each time, she sees his storms Galatea turns back to the mountains. He can have his people. She already found hers.
Galatea is older now, and yet still her father brews over the Desert. On her flights that take her across the seas, sometimes she catches glimpses of him. He rules those dunes now, the barrens, the canyons, the spires. And each time, she sees his storms Galatea turns back to the mountains. He can have his people. She already found hers.
ABOUT ME
i'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure about fictional made-up dragons... bro...
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