[B]Fest Chests 25kt
Kyrean's Clan
Without the night, one can't see the stars.
Clan Info
The midnight sky gleams with a net of stars. The ground gleams with gems and bits of mirrors and glass: a dangerous beauty, yet one that reflects the sky.
As above, so below.
The dragons that live here are shadows in the night. They are myriad and varied, coming from all flights and all backgrounds, united by a desire to have a place in the world to call their own. Foundlings and outcasts, queens and jesters; all are welcome here. They flit through the darkness as though born to it, filling the air with whispers of sound and activity. Here, a Skydancer sits amidst a ritual circle, chanting a tribute to the Shadowbinder in a clear soprano. There, two Imperials curl together, whispering stories to one another sotto voce.
Several dragons dance amidst a fairy circle of glowing mushrooms, their dance fast and whirling and dangerous... and inviting. You feel the pull of the dance: it draws you toward them, to forget your cares and dance forever under the night sky.
And all around, the feeling of eyes. Someone is watching you; possibly several someones, for you are invading upon the territory of Clan Nyx. From somewhere amidst the shadows comes a voice, a husky contralto full of danger and mystery, "Welcome, stranger. You stand on lands not your own. The question remains:
Dare you continue?"
"Clan Nyx honors those of our number who have gone on to serve the Shadowbinder. It is the greatest honor to serve our Mother, and their names will never be forgotten." The pearlcatcher Astraea gestures towards a wall of stone, shimmering with internal luminescence. On it, a list of names carved deep into the stone and limned in a faint glow:
As above, so below.
The dragons that live here are shadows in the night. They are myriad and varied, coming from all flights and all backgrounds, united by a desire to have a place in the world to call their own. Foundlings and outcasts, queens and jesters; all are welcome here. They flit through the darkness as though born to it, filling the air with whispers of sound and activity. Here, a Skydancer sits amidst a ritual circle, chanting a tribute to the Shadowbinder in a clear soprano. There, two Imperials curl together, whispering stories to one another sotto voce.
Several dragons dance amidst a fairy circle of glowing mushrooms, their dance fast and whirling and dangerous... and inviting. You feel the pull of the dance: it draws you toward them, to forget your cares and dance forever under the night sky.
And all around, the feeling of eyes. Someone is watching you; possibly several someones, for you are invading upon the territory of Clan Nyx. From somewhere amidst the shadows comes a voice, a husky contralto full of danger and mystery, "Welcome, stranger. You stand on lands not your own. The question remains:
Dare you continue?"
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"Clan Nyx honors those of our number who have gone on to serve the Shadowbinder. It is the greatest honor to serve our Mother, and their names will never be forgotten." The pearlcatcher Astraea gestures towards a wall of stone, shimmering with internal luminescence. On it, a list of names carved deep into the stone and limned in a faint glow:
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Indi was on the front page!! So pretty :3
Hyacinth was on the front page! She is absolutely stunning!
Hyacinth was on the front page! Beautiful colors!
Heya, it seems Autumn and Suntouched still have their familiars attached so unfortunately I cannot pick them up at the CRs
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