Caomhan
(#28258990)
Level 4 Wildclaw
Familiar
Curious Kettle
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
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Measurements
Length
3.43 m
Wingspan
9.05 m
Weight
587.42 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
White
Shimmer
Shimmer
Ruby
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 4 Wildclaw
EXP: 3777 / 4027
STR
20
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
11
INT
5
VIT
12
MND
6
Lineage
Biography
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Introducing Sorneith's worst thief, Caomhan . Though his lack of grace hinders him from stealing anything of worth, it makes for hilarious tales around the campfire. How else would they know that the Matriarch of clan Atrox does, in fact, store prisoners in their familiar pit. Basel still gleefully recounts his release, Hooded Dodo dragging behind angrily as it gnawed on his tail, after being forgotten down there for two weeks. Or how many clans throughout the Scarred Wastelands have a tendency to try to feed dragons found stealing to the Retchers encircling the Wyrmwound. The Impavi are all too familiar with the well-trodden paths leading to that particularly deadly location, having tracked many a failed mark as they dragged their poor Wildclaw to meet his demise. That's not to say Caomhan is completely useless. Due to how often he gets caught, or failing to reach his target all together, he has gained some skill in sweet talking those who catch him. Though not a master in coercion, his silver tongue has saved him from many more trips to the glowing pool at the heart of the Wasteland. His young age and innocent face has led many maternally inclined dragons to take pity on him and those who care little for appearances can be swayed or distracted by a well spun story or magic trick. Needless to say, outings with the rest of the travelers had by this point become a bit of a hassle, seeing as the other Impavi felt the need to constantly keep one eye on him at all times. Not the safest way to travel for sure, considering the dangers that lurk not only in the Wasteland, but in many other regions as well. Far too many times has it brought them face to face with fiercely aggressive Overcharged Silverbeasts and savage Chimeras. After much deliberation, and a terrifyingly close call with a Malevolent Spirit, it was decided that a solitary journey across Sorneith might do Caomhan some good. How else to improve not only his skills, but to gain useful knowledge that could benefit the clan. Leaving the winding tunnels that the Impavi call home would come to be the most difficult thing Caomhan had ever done, but the rewards would surely outweigh the risks........ right? | ……….….. |
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I was just wandering around, hunting for my next meal when these two giant ridgebacks come out of nowhere, their dark scales blending in with the shadows. Next thing I knew I was being dragged back to their "camp" and set in the center of their place. There were tents everywhere, arranged in a circle with all doors facing center. Little by little the clan members began nosing their way out of their tents to peer at me. As their numbers continued steadily growing I became increasingly nervous, but straightened myself out as a white skydancer emerged from the crowd. Judging by the way that all the other dragons parted around her, avoiding even a brush of her red wing tips, I assumed she was the leader and stepped forth. "I'm Caomhan," I stated, giving her a nod of greeting. "I was just passing through and grabbing a bite to eat-" .  . "A bite," the skydancer interrupted in a soft but hardly comforting voice, "of prey in our territory. Surely you had seen the signs warning intruders not to steal our precious resources." Okay, so yeah, I had seen the signs posted around. They had all said things like 'keep out' or 'no hunting', but I had figured that, with how old the signs were, no one was still guarding the place. It looked abandoned. "No, I didn't see the signs. Why?" The female shook her head. She seemed to be debating something, but I was confident I could talk my way out of it. "I'm locking you up," she said. Not what I had been expecting. "I will contact our leader. She will decide what to do with you." More dragons were joining us, all looking far more intimidating than me. This may be a good time to back down, save some smart words for later. They led me to a tent that looked sturdier than the rest and send me inside, closing and locking a wiring door behind me. Two guards remained, although they wouldn't answer me when I tried to talk to them. I remained in this cell for a few days. Apparently, from the little I caught when the female skydancer walked by - Lexa, as I now know - the leader of their group had been contacted. Seems as though this clan was bigger than they had looked. The clan kept me fed, but wouldn't tell me what was going on. A few days later, when I was sitting in the corner of the den doodling in the dirt with my claw, I heard flapping noises. It sounded as though a lot of dragons were landing not too far away. I peered out the door, seeing a variety of dragons landing in the center of the clearing. Lexa trotted out to greet them. I spotted a massive guardian and ridgeback with scales black as night standing side by side. They must be the ones Lexa was approaching... Suddenly one of the guards shifted, blocking my view of what was happening and despite my complaints, he refused to move. .   . A few hours later the group had dispersed into the dens, most of them following Lexa into what I assumed was her den. While they were gone, I spotted a tiny black shape fluttering nearby. At first I had assumed it was some strange butterfly native to Light territory, but then I realized - it was a fae! "Psst!" She didn't seem to notice, so I repeated myself. "Psssst!" The little creature turned, then fluttered closer to me. "I shouldn't be talking to you..." the small fae said. Now that she was closer I could see her better. She was black, but had strange blue streaks all over her. .  . "It's only bad if you get caught," I stated with a wink. She smirked and seemed to brighten a little bit. "Hey, do you have any idea what's going on in there?" I wanted to know what was going on and if it concerned me, but the moment I said that her face darkened. "Hey, there, what's wrong?" "T-They're debating what to do with you," the small fae stated. "You shouldn't have come here. They don't want anyone knowing the location of the Melohn. They can't let you leave..." She looked up at my face, concern growing on hers. "I.... I have to go." "Wait!" I cried out, but it was too late. She was already fluttering away, leaving me to think about my predicament. So this was the cult I had heard about. A bunch of dragons intent on destroying the deities that ran our world and created us. They were notorious for being fierce, brutal fighters who rarely took prisoners after a battle... Not good. Since I was left alone in my den, I began to plot a method of escape... The next day, when the little black fae flew by, I asked her to come over to me again. "What is it you want?" she inquired, clearly uncomfortable with being around me. "Oh, I just want to chat. Is that so bad?" She shrugged, so I continued. "It's so dull staying locked up in this cage all the time with no one to talk to. Think you could keep me company for a little while?" She hesitated, so I flashed her my best smile - it never failed me before, and didn't fail me then. The little fae nodded. We chatted for a while. Conversation flowed easily between us. I found out that her name is Occulus and she is the adopted daughter of Trine, leader of the cult. I asked if the guardian or ridgeback was Trine, but she laughed, explaining that Trine was a tiny black fae. The two dragons I had seen were her guards. Switching topics, we chatted for a while and before I knew it, a darkness had settled over camp. "I'd better get back," Occulus said, although she was clearly hesitant to do so. "But I enjoyed talking with you. Maybe... Maybe we could chat again tomorrow?" I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course." With an excited grin, the little fae fluttered off into the darkness, leaving me on my own for the night. At the crack of dawn I felt small claws pushing at my face. "Wake up," the critter whispered. "Come on, you've got to wake up!" I sat up, nearly knocking the creature over. I looked around and saw it was Occulus. "They're going to kill you," she whispered urgently. I glanced up at the guards, but they didn't seem to suspect anything. "I ripped a hole in the back of the tent. You can get out that way. Keep running west and you'll hit one of the other territories. Don't stop - they'll be looking for you. And stay on the ground or our patrols will spot you." I nodded, rising to my feet and squeezing out of the crack she had made. "Oh, and cross a few rivers. Trine often rides her wolf familiar and he's got a good nose. And Caomhan... Good luck." With that I nodded, flashing her another grin. "I'll be okay," I stated, then darted into the trees, fleeing this clan and promising myself I'd never come back. . 
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When I stopped, it took me a moment to realize where I was, and that was just it, I didn't know where I was. I pulled out my crude map and turned it every which way and looked all over the place for some sort of landmark. Nothing, nada. The mountain I saw not too far ahead was not on my map, or at the very least on my map it wasn't surrounded by pink crystal and starwood bushes. Wherever I had stumbled, it was obviously somewhere under the Arcanist's influence, but where? It was then that I heard a roar behind me and I turned just in time to see a rather large Imperial charging right at me. I yelped and tried to run out of the way, but the Imperial caught me by surprise and pinned me against a tree. .  . "What are you doing here?" He growled at me, "There are no trespassers allowed here." Well that makes two places so far I've been that haven't allowed trespassers. "What makes you think I'm trespassing? There are no signs, nothing, so how am I supposed to know the rules if you don't put them forth?" I had stumped the Imperial and I took the moment to flee , running right past him. He was several meters away before he heard the Imperial shout at him to stop. A big lumbering beast like him must not be fast on his feet! However, I got barely more than 5 more feet before I bumped into another body. .  . The Spiral growled at me and swung out with his tail, but stopped himself when he saw the Imperial catching up, looking past me he spoke to the blue Imperial, "Step off Rael. You can't go hurting innocent dragons can you? Obviously, since he can enter here, he is one of us." The Spiral spoke in such a cheery tone it sounded almost fake, but either Rael didn't comment on it or he believed it. "I guess you are right, Darke," spoke the Imperial, "it is probably best that we take this troublemaker to Clya." "No! I mean, you shouldn't take him immediately, he has traveled a long way and deserves some rest. He can sleep in my lair tonight, if he wants to that is." I do have to admit that I was tired, and told them as such, but I was scared to spend the night with this evil looking stranger. And it was definitely getting late. I've gotten out of scrapes and scraps before, so what could go wrong? "I wouldn't mind to have some time to rest, I would love to take you up on your offer, Darke was it? Lead the way!" The Spiral smiled, which looked creepy under his hood in the low light. "Excellent, follow me. Rael, I suggest you go home and not speak of this endeavor to Clya. We wouldn't want her to know about yet another one of your failures, would we?" The Imperial, Rael, looked both ashamed and like he was about to rip Darke's throat out, but rather than respond he just walked away from us up north. "Now now, follow me." We walked for a while in silence, but before night fell we reached den carved into a mountain side. "You can rest here tonight, there should be some extra bedding in one of the rooms." I couldn't take it any longer, I had to ask, "Where is here exactly?" "Here? Well this is my den." Dark replied, almost sarcastically. "Not here as in this place, but here, this world. It is on no map and there are no recordings of it anywhere. Why are there so few other dragons? Who is Clya?" Questions spilled out of my mouth and began rolling off of my tongue in quick succession. Darke flashed that eery grin again. "Why don't you come inside and we'll talk by candle light?" Darke led me inside and with a wave of his claws the entire room was lit up by candles, "An impressive trick, no?" Darke draped himself over what looked like a pile of linens and fabrics piled up, "So to answer your questions, you have found Clan Meridon, residing within the realm of Meridon. We are on no maps, but we are allied and aligned with the Arcanist which results in the landscape you see." I sat down as Darke continued talking, intrigued by his story. "There are no recordings of this place in any historical text as this place is considered a myth, just like the Lyrens. The Lyrens live here, as you might know Lyrens are extremely powerful and can take the shape of any dragon or change their appearance as they please, and only those with Lyren blood can enter this place. Although there are some exceptions like yourself and me." "Then how did you get in here?" I asked, hanging onto every word that came out of the Spiral's mouth. Darke pulled back his hood, revealing a scarred face decorated with red and purple tattoos. "I am on a mission. The Lyrens are an evil race. They kill and disguise themselves as others to manipulate them. They abuse their power and plan to take down the dieties. Clya, the leader, is horribly corrupt and mad with power that she will banish her own children so that they don't overpower her. Her mate, Kozane, is just as bad. I am on a mission to eradicate the corrupt race and I can only assume that you must be on a similar mission because you were able to enter through my ward." I was uneasy, I didn't know what I had just gotten myself into, but I didn't like it. I had no idea who Darke or Clya really were so I had no clue if this mysterious figure was telling me the truth. I figured for my own safety that I should play along. "I am on a mission, similar to that you could say," I started, unsure of how to continue, "a mission from Plague, but I would rather not say what it is until I am sure I have allies here." "Of course, I do hope that we can become allies. I can see in your eyes that you thirst for something, and I would love to know what that desire is." Little did he know, I thought, that thirst was wanderlust. "I believe that we should rest now, we can discuss our plans in the morning." With a wave of his hand, just like before, Darke put out all of the candles. It was pitch black in the room, but my eyes had already started to adjust. There was a small table in the room covered with papers; after almost an hour of waiting, Darke had fallen asleep and I stashed as many papers as possible in my bag. I would leave in the morning after a well-deserved rest and I planned to never return, unless I could figure out from these papers what was really going on here. . | ……….….. |
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The shadows worked in my favour, allowing me to sneak my way right up to the hull. The ship itself was entrenched in darkness - perhaps it too wished to remain hidden. Looking up I noted the chipped paint on the hull, The Dirge Rat. The hand was scrawling and barely eligible. With baited breath, I made my way onboard. To my relief, the deck was empty; time to investigate below - that is where pirates keep their treasure, right? It didn't take long to find a rusted chest - and spring the lock. Treasure. Gems. To be honest I couldn't belief my luck! That was until the floor lurched beneath me. Oh no. It was moving; I was stuck on a pirate ship. Actually, I was stuck on a pirate ship with two clawfuls of their treasure. Swiftly I found a secluded corner. The only way I stood a chance of leaving this situation in one piece was by waiting till the ship docked again. Thud A loud thud outside jolted me awake. A few blinks and I remembered where I was. Time to put plan escape-pirates-alive into action. I had just reached the steps to the deck when I turned; the remaining treasure in the chest beckoning me again. With a groan I swiftly turned - grabbing another bunch of gems. "Well. Look what we 'ave 'ere."   Slowly I turned, pasting a grin on my face. The fact my claws still clutched treasure and jewels made my surrender seem a little hollow. A tundra and a wildclaw stood before me; the tundra wore an amused smirk, however the wildclaw looked like she would tear me in two where I stood. Noticing my unease, the tundra gave his compadre a side glance, "Easy Tamerlane, we'd better show 'im to Scrim first. We need more fodder to lure out the Maren." I gulped. Tamerlane - the wildclaw - made no attempt to relax, however disappeared above deck. The tundra looked back at me, "Follow me - and I'd leave the rest their if I were you." I obeyed.  Above deck sat a large tundra, clearly Captain of the vessel. Tamerlane stood by his shoulder, still looking as miserable. He regarded me, then began to speak, "I see you've met Tamerlane and my first mate, Riddick. What's your name?" "Caomhan." The tundra had an no-nonsense aura to him, my honeyed words would get nowhere. "I am Scrimshaw. Captain of The Dirge Rat - do you know what we do to thieves on this vessel?" He gave me no time to reply, "We throw them to the Maren!"  Before I could react or say another word a very bureaucratic looking a Skydancer emerged from the gangplank, "Cut the charade Scrimshaw, we all know your bark is worse than your bite - another stowaway I see. Well, have you given all your stolen items back?" I paused, "Yes." The Skydancer eyeballed me, "And do you plan on stealing anything else during your stay?" I hesitated, which caused the Skydancer to raise an eyebrow, "No." That seemed like the correct answer. The Skydancer turned and set off down the gangplank, "All well and good. Follow me this way." As I began to follow him I heard Riddick groan, "Damn Rune, always ruinin' ar' fun..." Following Rune, I actually got chance to take in my surroundings. The Viridian Labyrinth; the prominent green foliage was evident. Birdsong filled the sky overhead. We left the riverside quickly, wandering past crude huts. Though a few bushes and trees, the forest opened out into a large clearing. A few huts were constructed around the outer edge. A campfire blazed in the middle. Rune turned to me, "You are welcome to stay as long as you see fit. We can provide food and shelter if you need it." Before I had chance to say thank you, Rune was already rushing off. For a moment, I found myself confused. Not five minutes ago I was on the verge of becoming seafood... and now I was being treated to fine hospitality? Then again, why was I questioning it! I spent the night trading campfire stories for food from the locals.  I stayed late into the night bantering with Shadow, a well-travelled skydancer who had also found himself in his fair share of...compromising situations. The night would have been perfect; had I not felt Tamerlane's gaze boring a hole in my back. Eventually, in the early hours of the morning, I was alone. Time to leave. I almost felt bad leaving the Clan that had showed me such hospitality. As I passed off the Clan territory I grinned, flipping a small silver pocket watch with my claws. Somehow I'd managed to keep it hidden from the pirates. A thief I certainly was. . | ……….….. |
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It wasn't long before I had left the scarred wasteland behind and arrived at the Windswept Plateau. The Winds buffeted me about viciously, and I became terrifyingly aware of how close I was to the rocky cliff face. I told myself not to look, but I couldn't help but peek down below at the Sea. Mid gulp, a strong gust of wind caused me to lose my balance and I went tumbling over the edge. I must have blacked out, because when I came to next I was surrounded by three dragons.
"You were falling through the sky - are you all right anyways? - anyway you were falling through the sky just as Stitches - that's this lovable fluff right here you see - anyway just as he was leaving the lair - and are you sure you're alright, you don't seem to be keeping up with me - anyway, he was coming out and he saw you and being the quick thinker he is - that's a lie, he's actually quite slow most of the time but when he sees someone in trouble, anywa-" she stopped after one quick glance from the emerald skydancer. "Hali, I am sure the reason he doesn't seem to be keeping up is because you're talking so fast that even I am having trouble keeping up," she said, before turning her piercing gaze on me. "What is your name, Stranger?" I told her, glancing around. I seemed to be in some sort of network of caves, light filtering down through holes in the way and a warm breeze coming from somewhere further off. A few emerald hatchlings were watching me with intent curiosity, but they were soon herded off by another dragon. "If it's alright with you, I'd love to stay a while, if you'll have me?" I asked. There seemed to be very little funny business around here, and I was glad of it. They seemed friendly enough, and friendly people were almost always easier to con, surely. The skydancer, Meliae and leader of the clan as I soon learned, didn't take long to decide, and I was welcomed into Clan Aequorentis. As it turned out, they were often saving other dragons from the winds of the plateau, and often had travellers come and stay. Their clan was nestled between the fierce Sea of a Thousand Currents and the howling Windswept Plateau, but they were under the Tidelord's domain. The entrance to their cave was through a lengthy swim from the sea, through a tunnel that opened up into the main cave. That night I recounted my travelling tales to the clan, captivating my audience, and listened to the tales of the other travellers. As it got later, the tales began to wane, before a mysterious imperial came and sat beside me.  "I know what you are," she said, shuffling a deck of cards in her claws, "And I don't much appreciate you taking advantage of the clan's kindness like this." "I don't know what you mean." "Yes, you do. I warn you, to take advantage of their hospitality and steal from them, fate will condemn you." "I admit, I was a thief once, but my travels have taught me the errors of my way," I said, with my most charming voice. These old dears were suckers for the bad boys turned good types, and I knew just how to make them think that. She pulled a card out from her deck, and lay it down. "Just what I thought," she murmured, "The seven of swords. You deceive those around you. Be careful, my young one. The Wheel of Fortune is always turning, and you might be feeling on top of it now, but soon you will find yourself at the low." I attempted to shrug off the old bats words that night as I went to sleep, but to no avail. Instead I wandered around the lair, scouting out any marvellous trinkets I could steal. I was drawn to one, in particular, a marvellous blue pendant. Perhaps I could sell it for a pretty penny, or use it woo some floozy with significantly greater treasure. Sure that everyone was asleep, I pocketed it swiftly, before wandering some more. I could hear voices ahead of me, and I ducked behind a rock - or perhaps a sleeping snapper, it was hard to tell in the dark - and listened quietly. They seemed to be having a disagreement, and I listened carefully. "We ought to strike soon," a voice hissed, "Meliae is unfit to lead the clan. Look at all those strays she's letting in." "I agree, my sweet, but everyone still adores her. We must think of a way to get them to turn their backs on her," another voice chimed in. "I say we just kill her and be done with it. And kill any that disagree with us," the first voice said. "Did you see that riff raff she let in today?" I tried to contain my resentment at being called riff raff, and snuck off as carefully and quietly as I could. I gathered my things, and tip toed quietly to where the emerald skydancer slept with her partner. I woke her, and told her of what I had heard. It seemed unkind to leave without telling her, even if I was stealing from them. She nodded, and thanked me, and was bid me safe travels, and told me I was always welcome to visit again. At the entrance to the cave the mysterious imperial from before sat. "You've done a good deed today, so I will overlook that pendant of mine poking out of your pocket," she said, before disappearing off into the dark of the cave. . | ……….….. |
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I took a detour south to the Ashfall Wastes before doubling back north into the Windsinger's domain. The breezes here were a far cry from the howling gales of the Reedcleft. Little animals frolicked among the hills, and the grass itself seemed to sing with the wind. I encountered a few clans out and about, but many of them were small and new, not worth the effort of buttering up. Soon, dark clouds began to move over the sun. The sky darkened, and the dragons around me packed up to return home. In the distance, I saw a great bamboo forest. Strangely enough, many of them skirted it, like they were avoiding it. Of course, I took that as a cue to explore. Thunder crashed high overhead, and warm rain filtered through the bamboo cover to drip onto my pelt. In this darkness, I could only shield my eyes with one talon as I pressed forward, looking for a den, a hollow, anything. Lightning flashed bright white, and in the afterimage, I saw a dragon-shaped shadow dart just out of sight. Ominous, but probably just a passing traveller? I pressed on, but when I turned my head, there were bright yellow lights floating through the darkness. My foot caught on a root under the leaf litter. I shook it loose, and when I looked up again, there was a Skydancer standing not one foot in front of me.  "Who are you?" she asked, at once soft-spoken and firm. As she spoke, a few floating candles glided up to illuminate the space between us. Well, that explained that. "Just another traveller," I said, indicating my road-worn clothes. "Liar. No one just 'passes through' this forest. Who sent you? Was it a Fae in a blue birdskin?" "Birdskin? Never seen anything like it. If you could just point out the nearest place I could shelter from the rain, I'll be in and out before you even--" "That's exactly what Levante's spy would say. Get out, and don't follow me." She extinguished her candles with a wave of her talon and vanished into the darkness. So with that warm welcome, I decided to take the most logical course of action and follow her. It was quite an adventure trekking through the bamboo forest, avoiding fallen shoots and hidden slopes. But soon came a dip in the land, and a sprawling village of bamboo huts laid out before me. It was still raining, but through the curtain of water I saw a few Skydancer-shaped figures moving about, obviously eager to get out of the cold. That's when I felt talons grasp my shoulder. "I don't believe I was expecting any visitors today."  This Skydancer practically glowed with Arcane magic. Her demeanour was kindly, but guarded, like a mother hen investigating some strange new creature. "That's the spy." The Skydancer from the forest emerged from my other side. "Cirrus, let's put a disorient spell on him and kick him out." "Let the stranger explain himself," Cirrus said, though she didn't relax her grip on my shoulder. "Sure, of course. Where to begin...I'm Caomhan Ar Sobek, ravishing thief and witted gentleman. I'm travelling the world, you see, and just happened to stumble upon your fine clan. If you would be so kind as to spare food and a bed for a night, I'll happily be on my way south." "He's telling the truth," Cirrus said, releasing her grip. "Rather embellished, but truth nonetheless. Come along. I won't let it be said that the Skyline Clan is anything but welcoming." As they escorted me down to the little village of huts, Cirrus, who turned out to be the leader of the Clan of the Endless Skyline, gave me a quick summary about their history. "You see, dear, we don't take too kindly to unexpected visitors, because every stranger may be a spy of Caer Ventus. They're a militaristic clan, whose leader would wish nothing short of razing our clan to the ground. Yes, we do take visitors, as Ararauna here often does..." The Light dragon sniffed and floated her candles forward to light the path. "But only if they've made prior arrangements through one of our clanmates." They put me up in one of the smaller huts; though there was hardly room for more than a bed, it was obvious that it was well-lived in, probably by other travelling dragons. The patter of rain on the bamboo roof lulled me to sleep, and by the time I woke up the next day, the storm had lifted, leaving behind a dew-laden late morning. Ararauna greeted me at the door. "Oh, the mysterious stranger awakens. See, Cirrus told me to scrounge something for you, but, you know, all-Skydancer clan. Here's some weird stuff that Baldwin gave me the other day." She handed me a plate and brisk-walked off:  Long story short, it was chewy, but decently meat-tasting. While no one was paying attention, I decided to wander around the camp. The clan was out and about, eating breakfast, grooming each other, or preparing to fly out. In one corner was a small flower garden, where an older, very pink Skydancer with actual plants on her back tended the crops.  But of more interest to me was the black tulip corsage that was laying on a nearby table:  "Lovely craftsmanship," I said, strolling up to her. She smiled a grandmotherly smile, waved her talon, and Arcane magic wrapped around a flower, causing it to instantly bloom. "It is, isn't it? Cirrus taught me how to preserve them, so they'd always stay pretty. Then we turn them into corsages for our female clanmates to wear." She showed me her own: A delicate sakura flower tied around her wrist. "That's amazing," I said, and I truly meant it as I pocketed the corsage on the table. A little more wandering later, I ran into Cirrus, who had a bundle of supplies in her talons. "A cloak, fur-wraps, and wristguard," she explained, passing it to me. "Two days' worth of Soylent Red. And all waterproof in case of more dreadful weather." "You're too kind," I told her. "Can the same be said for you?" Her expression didn't change, but an icy bucket of guilt dumped over me nonetheless. She held out her talon, and the pocket where I'd stuffed the corsage glowed. "You know, Providence was just about to forge a bracelet for you, as is customary for males, but I see you've taken a liking to that corsage. Keep it, as a reminder of our clan's hospitality." I followed the clan's patrol guards out of the territory, where they pointed me south, towards the Southern Icefields.
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I awoke to see a Fae dragon looking at him, the Fae smiled at him then said "It's time to meet the leader"  The Fae took me to the leader Sandstorm and the deputy Greenteeth, Sandstorm said to the Fae "Thank you Gunborg you can go hunting now" I looked at the two dragons looking at him "My name is Caomhan and where are we?" The Green dragon smirked "you are in Shadow home of the tricksters"   I gasped my mind started spinning, I have been told that Shadow killed without thought and were the worst tribe there was.... I said in a small whisper "Are you going to kill me?" Sandstorm grinned "We are not what everyone have been told about we are a kind tribe but you don't want to get our bad side" Greenteeth stepped beside him and told him "Let's get you fed then we can send you home" I was eating some meat when Greenteeth came up with two dragons beside him, "This is Aquatic and Redeyes they will take you to the border."   I looked around I could just see the two dragons taking him out for the forest he did not understand how shadow could see. Now he had feeling that he was being fallowed but as he looked he saw nothing Then he was hit on the head and blacked out again I awoke to see Redeyes and Aquatic in front of me in ropes I guessed that I had ropes on me too I asked the 2 mirrors "What has happened?" Aquatic assured saying that they were captured by a gang of rouges, I felt faint was this the dragons in the stories? A dragons with scars came in with 2 other Wildclaws with scars "take them and kill them" he said to the 2 dragons I was took to a small area with no trees, as I was going in i saw some moving in the bushes, the two male Wildclaws saw it too because i saw them look to the bush too, One of the Wildclaws said to the other "it's nothing let's get on with it and get it over with. I closed his eyes waiting for the dragon to kill him and then i heard a battle cry and opened my eyes to see Greenteeth, Sandstorm and a 2 others jump at the Wildclaws, And the Fae that I first saw came to me, Aquatic and Redeyes, the Fae said to me "Let's go the others will be fine" I started to run after but he felt his back go on fire, One of the Wildclaws had jumped on me and started to claw me, I fell down and the Wildclaw started to claw my neck and belly till Redeyes jumped on him and started to bite him till the Wildclaw ran away with the other one I started to get up but I could not, I fell down and blacked out in pain. I woke up to see Gunborg tending my wounds "What happened?" I asked. The Fae smiled at me and said "You been wounded very badly on the neck and on the belly and it's getting infected" "Oh" I said in a small sigh "When am I better?" "You should be better in two weeks or three" I then ate and went back to sleep 3 weeks later I grinned, today I was to leave and keep adventuring, I was here three weeks and had lots of fun and had almost wanted to stay Sandstorm had gave me supplies and was taking me to the border himself as I was walking I said "I'll miss you guys.... lots" Sandstorm replied "You will come visit us again right?" "I will try" I said saying good-bye as I got to the border As I walked I thought for my new friends hoping that I will see them again......... . | ……….….. |
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The wind whipped around me rapidly as my plague-bound eyes admired the glacial structures that surrounded the area standing strong before me. What appeared to be a castle stopped me in my tracks and I tried to look in closer. Curiosity confirmed, it is definitely a castle! A castle made of... ice? I wondered if any dragon were to live there, and so I stepped forward with hope. Upon entering the seemingly abandoned castle, I drew in a frigid breath and sucked the cold air into my wide lungs. Funny enough, it burnt. The feeling could only be described as more intense than the heat I may encounter in The Ashfall Waste, but let's not assume things. As these thoughts distracted me from my initial task, I suddenly heard echoing tip-taps against the hardened ground and surrounding walls. I snapped my head around to discover a Nocturne running towards me upon the ceiling, and finally dropping to my frightening talons. She regained her ability to speak in seconds and without leaving me to let any words escape from my dry throat to explain my appearance here, she whispers rather desperately, "you mustn't be here!" She pauses, averting her eyes so that they were looking into mine, "he mustn't see you."  She urged me forward and within a minute, I was outside of the castle as before, although in a different location. She pushed me forward, which I found to be rather irritating, and we appeared in a small den underneath the several layers of snow that lay atop. Within the den were two other dragons, specifically an older-looking Sydancer and a days-old hatchling.  Remaining naive about the situation, I turned to the Nocturne from before and set my mouth free, spewing out the most words I could register within approximately thirty seconds. "Who are you?", "where are we?", "what are we doing?", "what is this?", "who are they?" She smiled, acknowledging my confusion and spoke, quietly, "I apologise for the confusion I seemed to have caused... we are here for your own benefits", she paused, her breath hitching, "and for ours." "You're safe, so fear not. We cannot let him find out you are here, the king." Suddenly, I was less confused and now majorly concerned. Was I to die here? Rapid shuffling could be heard in the snow upon us, and the Nocturne, who introduced herself as 'Wisp' stilled, and I followed. Rough sniffing and snarling was aroused and little pieces of snow fell atop my muzzle, causing an irritable itch to my nostrils. I couldn't hold it in... and I accidentally sneezed. Loudly, too. Whoops? "Wisp, we are obliged to order you let us in so we can complete our rounds for today. Will you submit?" Wisp flinched at the harsh tone produced by an assumingly much larger dragon outside, and she dropped her head obediently, stepping from the den's entrance to reveal two armoured dragons: a large Imperial (called it), and a smaller Spiral.   "We apologise for the sudden visit, although you do know how our king is-" the Spiral stopped in her informal apology and froze, staring into my eyes with her glassy Ice-bound ones. A look of disappointment was shown in both the Spiral's and Wisp's glazed over eyes. The Imperial stepped forward, approaching me in a way I could only assume was to intimidate me. He cleared his throat, before speaking in a professional, although primal tone, "as a royal guard of the Glacial Union, I, Aviur, will be taking you as prisoner." Here we go again. I sighed and complied anyway, stepping forward to close the distance between us. What was the point in fighting when I know for sure I will find a way out in the end? I grinned internally, hiding my sheer excitement. "Come now, Blyzwin! We must deal with this disease immediately." Disease? How original. The Spiral now known as Blyzwin whispered a quick apology to Wisp, turning to Aviur and I. We exited the den and I was pushed into the castle again. During our trip, I decided to let my eyes wander around a little. This was a castle, so perhaps there would be some extremely valuable items laying around. My eyes widened at the stray jewels and diamonds scattered across the frozen floor, until we came to a stop and I was pushed to the ground in a harsh manner. The sudden action made me cry out in surprise, and Aviur growled, pointing his guarded head towards a large cage. It appeared empty... and cold. I didn't notice the door opening until I was pushed inside, the door crashing back into its original place and creating a loud echo within the frigid castle. The guards began to leave, Blyzwin shooting me a sympathetic glance before they were out of my site. I sighed, resting my head against the freezing bars and thinking to myself. How long was I going to be here? How would I get out? Hmm, I suppose I should start planning before the king arrives, if he arrives at all. I wasn't necessarily virgin to this sort of thing as I had experienced it before in previous regions, but it wasn't exactly something I enjoyed either. A loud clatter intruded my planning, and I looked around surprised. More clatters could be heard seconds later and I shivered, the cold becoming even colder on my shoulders. A small, broken giggle erupted from the darker end of the cage I stood within, causing me to still completely. Slowly, a large shadow began to emerge from the shadows, the shape of an Imperial coming into my view. A reek entered my sensitive nostrils and I cringed, my eyes beginning to water. The Imperial (called it, again!), rested against the bars in a position you could only assume is extremely uncomfortable. Bandages hung off her broken wings and bloodied tail messily, the reek emerging from the rotting roses that rest amongst half of her being. Her crazed eyes locked into mine, and she formed a disturbing, crooked smile.  Her long tail whipped around the cage heavily, resting itself on one of my exposed cheeks. I froze, and she spoke up, quietly, "it's been a while since I've had visitors... perhaps too long." She shifted her eyes so that they were trained on the outside of our shared cell, and her smile seemed to have faded. "I'm not particularly fond of the lack of manners, young man. SPEAK!" Her drastic change in tone caused me to physically flinch, and I grinned up at her nervously, deciding to introduce myself before matters could become worse. "I am Caomhan, and you are?" This seemed to please her as her smile returned, wider than before. "It is such a pleasure to meet you, Caomhan. I am Malice, the most beautiful Imperial in Sornieth!" I chuckled quietly. She was quite the character. Malice decided to wrap one of her large wings around my smaller frame, restraining me to her. She purred, lovingly, and used a single talon to stroke the feathers that lay atop my head. This made me struggle uncomfortably, and she glared with a snarl. I stopped. Moments later, a low growl could be heard from outside of the cage, and both Malice's and I's ears perked up in interest. Suddenly, something charges up against the cage and created a loud 'clang', causing Malice to lose her grip on me and spread her wings in distress. My widened eyes are met with cold, icy ones that hid beneath a wolf pelt, causing me to stumble back in surprise. The Tundra the pelt belonged to growled again, and attempted to bite at Malice from outside of the cell, succeeding in latching onto a small portion of her spread wing.  The door to the cell swung open, and whilst the guards were distracted with Malice and this odd, wolf coat-wearing character, I took this chance to flee quickly. Although my plan was to pick up a few of those bits and pieces of gems and treasure lying around, I knew that I had to keep running as the guards could be on my tail at any second. And I was right, as out of the corner of my eye, I could see Aviur charging towards me. I practically jumped once I had reached the end of the corridor, and fled to the snow outside. The large, heavy doors slammed behind me and I let out a heavy sigh, trying to catch my breath.  A strange Tundra appeared before me further out into the snowy plains, staring, observing. I decided to pass him anyway, stopping when he extended his front leg out in front of me. I watched it, and he opened his claws to reveal an item that closely resembled a weapon. As I took it from him, he nodded before walking back to the castle at his own pace. 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