Frog
(#33778942)
Level 8 Fae
Familiar
Travelling Garden
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.75 m
Wingspan
1.47 m
Weight
2.19 kg
Genetics
Shamrock
Basic
Basic
Carmine
Basic
Basic
Emerald
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 8 Fae
EXP: 4443 / 16009
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
 PETAL (actual name: Frog) ╭━━━━━━━━━╮ RELATIONS  father  mother ╰━━━━━━━━━╯ 
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traveller
explorer, truthseeker lairs visited: Frafar, Zikul, Meganwolf24, GrinningWolf24, Tymbs, yiinji, hyzenthlaay ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Uh-oh, looks like this intrepid little explorer wandered a little too far from her home lair (322279, Frafar), and now she's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, she'd really appreciate it if you could try to return her to her home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but she would be very grateful! ( NOTE: as of the time i'm writing this, the original home lair seems to be inactive. so if you're looking to pass her on from your lair and don't want to send her to a rest thread, feel free to send her to me, #152204. if the original user comes back, though, please prioritize them! thank you! :] ) Hello! My name is Frog. Well, I don't like that name and tell everyone I'm Petal, but have never been able to change it. Anyway, I hail from the secret willow of the Black Vixens, an underground organization which you can read about here. I love nature and am good with animals, though I never had a pet. ━━ Frog checked her bag one last time: Treasure, camera, shadowbinder doll, bow-tie... all check! She grabbed her notebook, slipped on her favorite clawtips and was sure there was something she was forgetting, but could not remember what. Oh well, probably nothing important. She leaned out of her amber nest and caught the wind. Soon she was flying, flying over trees and hills and nature. She had no destination in mind, but with her bag full of food and the air full of insects, she just kept on going. And then she was flying over the ocean. A glittering expanse of water that never ended. The Fae stared at it, so awed that she didn't notice the seagulls until it was too late. Now, for most dragons, seagulls are tiny, but they weigh more than a Fae. Frog jumped as they crashed into her and dropped her bag. It fell down, down, down,she yelped and dived after it, but it landed with a splash and sank like a stone, with all of her belongings except her notebook... With her keepsakes gone, Frog was left with two choices - either she'd return home, forget about the entire thing, or she'd consider that she'd been freed from unnecessary physical items, and continue her travels as something more akin to a philosophical adventure. Perhaps she'd regret it later, she thought as she chose the latter, but it would be a shame to give up so soon. |
( GrinningWolf24 )
She continued on in this manner for some time, eventually stumbling- quite literally- into a large rut in the earth at the edge of the Abiding Boneyard. Shaking herself free of dust, she looked around to see she had fallen down what appeared to be a collapsed tunnel to some sort of burrow or den.
I suppose I should look more closely at where I'm going..... but WHERE am I even going? She mused as she flitted her wings, lifting back up and into the air over the chasm. She could quickly feel the currents as she continued to climb higher, their gentle caresses making her flight easier and bearing her higher into the air. With the wrong flick of a wing, she could be sent spiraling, but with careful strokes they aided her flight.
Perhaps this is a learning experience. Keep a steady eye on where you are going, but don't forget to focus on where you are at. With this new thought in mind, she pointed her snout into the wind, eager to see where she would go next, and what other lessons her journey would teach her.
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( yiinji )
it wasn't long before she arrived at the scarred wasteland and explored almost every nook and cranny of it. keyword: almost. hungry as she was for new experiences, even frog felt a bit of unease at the thought of venturing near the wyrmwound so soon in her journey. she settled for stealing glances at the bubbling pools beyond rotrock rim instead, transfixed by the glowing orange wastes that lay beyond.
eventually, her hesitant circling near the edges of the rotrock rim brought the landscape of dragonhome into sight, and she shot the lands of the scarred wasteland one last look—one promising that i'll be back someday—before heading off to explore the comforting stillness of the earthen domain.
dragonhome was so... different, she realized, from the shadow and plague aligned domains she had explored so far. in comparison to the places she'd seen and heard about, dragonhome was... quiet. empty. the shattered plains stretched on with little else in sight besides the mountains on the horizon, offering her a vast view of the sky above. the cracks she saw into the earth seemed to lead down, down, into the depths of sornieth; she was never able to explore them for long, dark and lonely as it was inside them, but... she couldn't say she felt afraid.
she never seemed to feel afraid here. it was lonely, and it was quiet, but it was never scary. on the nights she felt waves of nostalgia and homesickness rolling over her, she turned her gaze to the expanse of stars above, and the silent pillar watching over her, and she felt that it was okay.
it was okay. even if it was lonely, even if it was painful, here was a place where she was connected to the vast sky and the unmoving earth and everything in between. and the world knew her, and if she forgot that she was loved, then it would remind her.
and she understood why this place was called dragonhome.
it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, of course. there was bad weather and dangerous situations like in any other place on sornieth, and on one particularly awful day, there was both. the dust storm had started suddenly as she was exploring the cairnstone rest, sweeping frog along in it with a startled yelp from the poor fae. it whisked her in the direction of a large cave, which wouldn't be that bad had it not been for the fact that a skeletal dragon had been rattling out of it at the exact same moment.
as she fled from the roaring skeleton through the clouds of dust pushing her backwards, frog vaguely remembered the tidbits she'd read on the cairnstone rest before beginning her travels. the rest was known for rich gem deposits, she recalled... and extremely hostile undead that would not relent in their chase until either the victim was dead, or the undead was completely obliterated.
she was convinced she was going to be the former. especially when she noticed a figure looming in front of her and ran smack into another skeletal, draconic form.
then the new figure smashed the skeleton chasing her into smithereens with a succession of quick, clean blows, and wordlessly escorted her to what looked like a lair carved into a mountain.
by the time frog was no longer too bewildered to speak, she had somehow been given a room to stay at in the place and a weirdly crinkly pamphlet detailing the establishment she'd somehow stumbled across. silencia inn, it was called. an inn located in the cairnstone rest that took in any travelers in need of a place to stay. it was very happy to have her, according to the pamphlet.
somehow, it all came off as very genuine. it was the same sort of caring that frog had felt as she was exploring dragonhome, though later she would realize that despite that caring, there was.. something else to the place she was staying at. something not malicious, but haunting, as if there was something lurking there despite the inn's best efforts to dispel it or sweep it under the rug.
not that she was aware of it at the time. frog spent the next few days recovering from the scrapes and bruises she'd obtained in the skeleton encounter, while exploring the inn and introducing herself to the staff and "permanent residents". she wondered at times why an inn would allow its guests to stay permanently, but everyone seemed nice enough. one of the residents even let frog watch over their travelling garden familiar when she mentioned that she'd always wanted a pet. (its name was beegy, which she couldn't say with a straight face for about a week).
and then came the day she found the stairs.
she'd been exploring the inn again with beegy plodding behind her, fascinated by the way the tunnels began to stretch and curl unnaturally past a certain point. there were still caves for guests along the walls, each marked with a softly glowing gem, but the insides of the caves were warped to the point that it'd be impossible for them to house a dragon comfortably. the shadows lining the walls seemed longer, thicker, and had frog not been a shadow dragon she likely would've been disconcerted and decided not to explore these tunnels any longer.
but as is, she wasn't deterred. almost unfortunate, really. she might not have descended the stairs in that curious guest cave, its walls so warped they bulged inwards until they almost touched the ceiling, its entrance blocked with mounds of earth she just barely managed to wriggle through. might not have seen the dark room at the bottom of the stairs, with nothing but a small, glowing rock inside, standing at barely half a meter. might not have touched the rock out of curiosity...
... and found herself in a place that seemed to stretch on for eternity.
at first glance it appeared to be a deserted lair, the kind you would see abandoned in a place like the windswept plateau given how cheerfully green the soft grass was. there were empty caves scattered about, and some dusty, broken-down remains of what must've been buildings. the air was still and she could hear birdsong somewhere off in the distance.
but there was no sky.
no matter how hard she stared upwards, craned her neck and made absolutely sure she was looking above the grassy horizon, there was no sky. just a silent, empty void. it stretched on as far as the eye could see, a color she could only describe as black solely because of how lacking it was. how it felt like there wasn't just nothing there, but nothing. she was looking at pure nothingness, the very definition of the word.
and when she saw that same black nothingness trailing towards her through the grass, spreading slowly like thick, murky sap, she felt so very afraid.
she fled again. to where, she didn't know. the abandoned structures and the dark caves that had once been subjects of her curiosity now only fueled her panic, because the longer she ran the more she realized there was nobody here. even beegy was gone, the familiar that she'd been sure had been trailing behind her when she had been descending the stairs. (not even that name could lighten her mood.)
when she crawled up onto one of the structures she saw that below, there were tendrils of that nothingness stretched all over the grass in the distance, and she realized with a jolt of cold fear that the area where the nothingness seemed to be most concentrated appeared to be the place with the most caves and abandoned buildings, all clustered together as if it was the skeletal remains of what once was some sort of settlement.
originally, she'd wanted to stay perched atop of caves and the like, to avoid the nothingness on the ground. but the longer she stayed there, the more she felt a looming sense of dread. like it was more dangerous for her to be higher up than anything, as if... the void up in the sky would swallow her.
so she descended again. and she continued wandering in futile efforts to escape, avoiding the inky tendrils on the ground. all the while she could hear that same birdsong in the distance, lively and cheerful, yet no matter how far she traveled or what direction she traveled in, they always sounded like they were the same distance away.
she didn't know how long she wandered. the only thing she had to keep the time was the tome she'd kept strapped to her side, and even then, it was hard to tell if it had been five minutes or a day between her current inked addition and the last one.
it was such a relief when she saw the guardian that she almost cried.
and as the gusts of breezy wind gently swirled around her and began to sweep her off in a direction she knew was out of this place, she felt so joyful and relieved that she almost failed to hear the guardian creating the winds mutter, "thank the gods nobody down here got to here before i did."
it wasn't lost to frog that she'd encountered something incredibly mysterious. but no matter how much she asked around, the staff and residents offered nothing helpful. they were still friendly, sure; painfully so. but they told her nothing.
so she left, bidding farewell to everyone at the inn, including beegy (who had allegedly gone to get her help after she disappeared, something she was eternally grateful for). the guardian's blessing had faded a few days ago, the pale green breezes finally ceasing to flutter around her, but frog still felt a confidence in her that she hadn't possessed before. she had made it out of that skyless place alive, and she'd been greeted with the fact that there was so much to explore and discover out there—not just the true nature of what that place was, but there were other places as well in sornieth, ones not bound to any flight or domain, that were just waiting to be uncovered. the stories about the flights and their black and white alignments, all laid out in front of her in unfeeling ink on paper, were no longer all that she expected to find.
she understood that by deciding to become a traveler, she wasn't just going to see what had already been charted, but was going to explore things that were unknown.
and she promised herself that no matter what she was going to encounter next, no matter how scary it might be, next time she would try to find out the truth if there were any secrets being kept.
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there was one epicenter of travel that frog had heard muttered by her peers within sornieth. a clan of infinite height, worn proudly on the sleeve of the crystalspine reaches' outskirts. the city of mavenlark, where food and home flowed plenty for those whom merely asked for it. while not entirely jazzed on the idea of an infinite anything given her last experience, frog was regardless curious. and really, how much trouble could she reasonably get into if she was surrounded by other dragons? not like she could get lost anywhere...
when frog finally managed to find her way to the arcanist's lands, the way to mavenlark was obvious. bands of merchant cars trailed through the crystal peaks in an endless loop to the maw of an open shoot of crystal, beating the land about them down into a worn path. there was no doubt in her mind that this was were she was meant to go. following them as they spiralled around a high outcropping of crystal, and paying careful mind to not look down, frog found herself finally at the entrance, where a team of dragons sat, directing visitors left and right. somehow, they had turned the chaos of the line into an orderly operation.
"and you would be?" a spiral asked her gently.
"erm, an explorer."
the spiral nodded. "excellent. please follow the next group of travelers that will depart for the camps. you;ll be given some rations and housing. any questions can be directed to your guide. and have a pleasant stay in mavenlark!" the spiral spoke with a kindness but boredom - doubtlessly, she had said the same set of words thousands of times before. still, frog couldn't help but be excited. it all felt a bit like a stay at a resort of some kind.
frog made her way to a small collection of dragons, all of whom were standing directly behind the spiral. this appeared to be her group. at their head was an impressive-looking skydancer, whom carried a large tray of cookies and tea against his neck. a few dragons had helped themselves to his offerings. frog did as well, and he smiled at her.
"first time staying with us?"
she nodded, having shoved the cookie so quickly in her mouth that she could not speak in turn.
"excellent. well, you're in good company. it appears that the majority of your peers are new to mavenlark as well. in fact, on that note, why don't we get you all to your rooms?"
the skydancer opened his wings in a large flurry, forcing those milling about him to immediately part. he smiled once again. "this will ensure that nobody gets to close to us, you see. and then i can't lose you all."
frog got the sense that she was being treated much as a hatchling, but held her tongue. in fact, it was kind of nice.
the skydancer trailed through the ground floor of mavelark, cutting between crowds of persons huddled around carts, stalls, and performances. "this is our merchant floor!" he cried above the noise. "if you're getting bored, i recommend spending some time here. you'll never know what you find!"
"and just a short distance off," he said suddenly pausing, "are the camps."
frog craned her neck in turn with the group, and gasped. carved into the walls above her were what threatened to be thousands of dens, practically built on top, within, outside, and between one another in a dizzing display of architecture.
"this is where you all will be staying for the time being. we will deliver you approximately two meals a day. all other food can be purchased in the marketplace. i will also warn you briefly that these grounds are patrolled daily by stringant guards. as my fellow guard member likes to put it ' 'no funny buisness, because there will be nothing funny about how we treat troublemakers'. i like to keep it light on these tours and all, but i really can't reccomend enough against getting on the guard's bad side, alright?"
frog shivered. it kind of felt like being scolded by a teacher as a hatchling. she hadn't even done anything yet, and she felt guilty.
"given that you all look like angels, though, i'm sure we'll be fine, yes?"
the group laughed, frog included.
"from here, my fellow guard members will show you each to your individual lairs. given that we are currently low on space, some of you might be paired up. again, your safety is our priority. the guard pays special attention to these lairs. so...no funny business."
no funny business, frog thought to herself. this is a place where i am finally safe.
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To be continued...
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