Kiseki

Various Starter Notes All lore updates will first come in French, as it is easier for me to write in my mother tongue when it comes to complicated and intricate writings. My dragons posses both a human and a dragon form. While browsing my lore, feel free to view them as you prefer, both are completely valid. Their appearance as dragons is exactly the same as their image unless specified otherwise in their own lore. Complete lore about each dragon can be found on their respective profiles. The general lore here can make reference to events mentioned there. I see my lore as a separate thing of the lore their parents might have. So, I will invent backstories for them as I see fit. I don't care much about my dragons's sexualities. Only a few of them have a set one : -Straight : Soujun, Ginrei, Byakuya, Astaroth, Aremsar, Erasmara, Seqen, Ahhotep, Kinath, Shota, Kyoya, Era, Imyan & Esprit. - Asexual : Solfeggio - Bisexual : Ancalagon As for the others, feel free to see them how you wish, but remember they're not canon in my lore. My dragons follow the assigned genders, meaning all dragons with the icon are males and the ones with the are females.

Situé au sommet d'un modeste amont rocheux, lui même planté fermement dans une plaine peuplée de rocaille et d'herbe sèche, se dresse un château d'un noir geais. La pierre d'un noir profond tranche sur le paysage lumineux baigné par la présence de Lightweaver. Sa douce lumière se reflète sur les arrêtes dorées de ce géant noir, créant des rayons aveuglants de lumière blanche.

Constitué d'un énorme bloc, parsemé de tourelles ici et là, ce château tranche sur le paysage comme une cicatrice sur une peau parfaitement lisse. Le Clan qui vit ici se targue d'appartenir à l'élite de part leur puissance militaire et sa collection exceptionnelle d'ouvrages rare.










it all started centuries ago, when a royal family from the Ashfall Waste was wiped out from the surface of Sornieth. No stories or murals either were left, they simply disappeared without a trace, falling into oblivion. One of them survived the destruction somehow and lived a simple life with a newfound mate. His progeny lived up until today's modern age...



It was a hot and smoky day as usual. The crumbling remnant of the old castle, which was certainly magnificent centuries ago, didn't protect much from the falling soot coming from the ever working blacksmiths that populated the Ashfall Waste. Erebor, a young Wildclaw, was born into those ruins. His egg left alone to rot as his parents were killed while trying to protect the few possessions they had left. Ah, how great it is to be the heir of a royal family, he thought as he wondered how he would be able to survive another day without food. Sitting on what was left of the roof, he took another look to the burned up paper he held tightly in his paws. It was all he had left from his father. Small blurbs about his family past, and how Erebor was destined to accomplish great things.