stormfet's Clan

Stormfet, they/them or neopronouns, here to enjoy breeding so many dragons! Feel free to ask after any dragon in "Incubation Station" in the hibernal den

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Behold, as you crest the bubbling waves crashing on the shores of tsunami flats, small crabs crawling over the white sandy shores interspaced with rocky tidepools of anemones and barnacles crusted on, a young dragon scoops up a snail out of curiosity, admiring its shell. She quickly puts it down, shooting you a toothy smile, and scrambles over the rocks, disappearing behind. You follow, curious to see where she retreats, and as the sound of another wave crashes against the shore, soothing, yet gently reminding you of the ocean's power to suck you beneath the waves, you watch as a dusky purple tail disappears beneath the waves. You summon the power of magic, casing a quick spell to let you breathe underwater. Thusly protected, you submerge beneath the waves.

In front of you lies a small yet bustling lair built into the side of the reef at the drop off of the shore. Young dragons swim to the surface, letting out bellows of steam as they flare their nostrils, grabbing silver fish from the surface for a quick bite, or perhaps investigating some strange creature as it ducks beneath the coral. Life here is bustling, curious and bright.

You swim further down to the lair proper, seeing two gathering areas. The main hub of the lair, watched over by a beautiful, large turquoise Guardian and her bright sunny Fae mate, is a gathering of curious dragons, storytellers and artists and scientists alike. They are here to take inspiration from the ocean, from the fish that swim through the crystal waves, either to study and learn or to create beautiful art, telling stories over and over again. You hear a burst of laughter from a circle of mature dragons, new arrivals who have chosen to make their home beneath the waves. A smaller section gathers a quick swim over in a second cave system, here the home to a collection of Aberration ancients who have emerged from the deeps to join the lair. You watch as an orca barred Aberration makes her way to the main lair, touching noses with the Guardian. All here seem friendly.

They meet your eyes, and the Fae waves you over. He offers a shell as a gift, a pale white lady's slipper that gleams in the sunlight breaking beneath the water. You sit down by the gathering, listening in to a grey Imperial telling a story about the dragon who flew into the sun. It seems interesting. You think you could stay awhile.

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Bio image credit to Nirwana and some coding pieces gently taken from Juliet42