Abalone

Lore


Abalone looked down at the thick forest, glancing up at the cloud reaching mountain. He could see dragons below, so knew that there was a clan in this forest. He began to descend slowly. He had traveled for the past few days, anxious to start his adventure before he was too old to handle the long flights. As he cleared the tree line, he swung left to land in the clearing with the dragons in it, there was no use in sneaking up on the clan, they might get the wrong idea and attack. He shook his scales when he landed, creating a cloud of dust around him. Raising his mighty head he looked around. It was just as well he hadn't landed in the trees, a Patrol Party had just emerge from that spot, carrying sharpened weapons in their knife like claws. He turned his head to the right, a male Mirror was walking towards him, smiling happily. "Hello traveler, I'm StarStealer, the Leader of this Clan, the SpiralScale Clan, you're welcome to stay as long as you like" he said, tilting his head up to look the great Imperial in the face. "Thanks" Abalone replied, watching as the Mirror nodded and turned to walk away. He looked around again, folding his wings neatly against his tired back, then started forwards, into his first adventure...

~~Kiradog234

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Feeling a bit nervous Abalone could only muster up just one word, "Thanks" when speaking to the SpiralScale clan dragons. After the other dragons had left to continue their patrol, Abalone let out a deep sigh. He ventured out into the world to break out of his shell and make lots of friends, but right at the start, he already failed to change his aloof character. Abalone continued with this dark frame of mind while walking through the forest for the next few days, looking slightly detached from the world.

Upon chance, he came upon an injured Tundra by a small stream. The tundra was a lush white color, with no genes, simple to a point. 'So pure' thought Abalone. Comparing to himself, Abalone could not help but feel tainted with all of his own blisteringly bright colors and gembound scales...

Even so, he could not change his nature of compassion and proceeded to ask, "Child, may I help?" to which the tundra gave a slight nod. Abalone bandaged the tundra up, after which the tundra started to speak, albeit jittery. "A-ah um that is t-thank you..." the tundra's words veered off at the end into a whisper. "No problem" Abalone curtly replied. Getting ready to leave Abalone turned around, and upon seeing that, the tundra raised his voice from behind, "Ah, um um wait! W-what is your name?" To which Abalone replied with just one word, "Abalone" right before he took off into the air.

"Such a beautiful name fitting of such a colorful dragon, I'll be sure to remember..."

~~taptothebeat

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The very moment Abalone stepped foot into Springhold, he was donned with birdskulls and feathers, as appeared to be the custom here in this little gathering in the Zephyr Steppes. He seemed not to mind, as he should have expected such odd initiations when he started his journey, especially when looking at this hold's leader; a dark-spirited, but... odd Fae, much, much smaller than himself.

The Fae, named Aevern, revealed that her clan was very new, but took the sign of an elder dragon to be a sign that the hold and the dragons in would be blessed themselves with longevity, and that the winds themselves told her so. Thus, they held a feast in his honor, and Abalone could feel his very bones beginning to rest from battling the strong gales to reach this small home as he told stories of his travels to the dragons of the hold, and they all glued their eyes to his bright, shimmering form as he modestly described where his wings had taken him.

He had stayed for quite a while in Springhold. But, a bad feeling had risen inside of him. He brought this to Aevern's attention, and she was cautious and had dragons protect the camp. But, what had begun to happen wasn't anything like Aevern, nor Abalone, had realized.

Dragons started dying in their sleep. Nobody knew why. There was no sort of pattern in the casualties. Abalone was, as brave as he was, quite scared of these strange happenings, and he wished to get away. Aevern told him to leave, run, and never come back. She wished him well, not knowing if the asymptomatic illness had possibly latched to him.

Distraught, and very afraid for his life, he ended his journey and flew right where he knew he'd be safe.

Back home.

~~springwind
[ I started a nuzlocke and had to give Abalone away, so I figured I'd write a little something. ]

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