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aumiilo's Clan

Mighty Lair

surviving in the

Emperor's Wake

Clan Info

Something about this place makes you feel at home, like you've found family, even though there is no one around. Maybe it's the smell of cinnamon, maybe it's the shining sun, maybe it's the warmth hitting your scales, maybe it's that hunt you perfected earlier. Cinnamon floods your senses and you keep walking, because you're not sure what else to do, and you love the smell of cinnamon. You feel eyes watching the back of your skull as you pass by, and though it should make you nervous, you simply stare back in awe. They remind of of cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon...
No one comes to greet you, no one says a word, no one dares breathe until you are gone. You know you do not belong here, but it is your home and it smells like cinnamon. As you near the exit, your gaze finds a small trail leading far away. Curiosity killed the cat, but you are no cat, and surely you wouldn't be hurt here.
A small growl is heard from behind you. A blue- ah, what were they called?- Banescale hisses at you, anger burning deep into its pure white eyes. You smile softly at the creature. letting out a greeting. At this, it seems to soften, the smoke floating around it thinning the tiniest bit. You blink, and suddenly your new friend is gone, and you are staring at the entrance to the trail again, and it smells like cinnamon here, and there are eyes watching you, and you can smell the cinnamon, and the warmth is overwhelming, and so is the cinnamon, and you want to go cry alone, dead in a ditch, and you want to find the cinnamon and you're hungry, hungry, hungry...
You open your eyes. What a weird dream.

Cinnamon, cinnamon, cinnamon...

not an exalt lair! all dragons bought are for a purpose :)

they/them
mera, ki, vinx, arya