Ezra
(#45991554)
Level 1 Wildclaw
Familiar
Sparkling Goblin
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Fire.
Female Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.03 m
Wingspan
7.25 m
Weight
514.68 kg
Genetics
Black
Skink
Skink
Nightshade
Eye Spots
Eye Spots
Ice
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
The Clan of Weeping Sands
You won’t find this clan by looking, wander through the sands. That’s all they told you. It feels as though you’ve been walking for days, dragging your feet through the sandy terrain. Dragons eye you as pass clan after clan. They wonder where you’re headed. You’re beginning to ask that question yourself, but nevertheless you press on, the feeling of something tugging on your instincts the only thing to guide you. Deeper into Lightning territory you go, past the canyon, past the mesas, past the Tempest Spire that looms over the territory like an angry god. The noise of it and the surrounding storms is terrifying. Yet you continue on.
Soon the noise is different, the crashing of waves reach your ears. You’re standing on the very edge of the territory now, overlooking a tempest-darkened ocean. The winds push the sand off the cliffside and make it seem as though the cliff faces are weeping. This is strange, you’ve run out of places to go and still something pulls you. You lean far out over the edge to see if there’s something below and suddenly your claws lose purchase on the loose ground. You spread your wings and catch yourself before you hit the water.
The ocean spray is refreshing after the journey you’d just taken, it washed away the desert dust and leaves your scales cold and glimmering. The feeling makes you close your eyes and breathe a sigh of relief. You gasp when you open your eyes again. Before you, carved into the cliffside, is the gaping mouth of a large cavern.
From the floor of the cavern you see a sharply clothed wildclaw waving at you frantically. As you land before her she spreads her spotted purple wings and gives you a formal bow in greeting. You have arrived at your destination.
“I am surprised you were able to find this place, you are welcome to stay for a while. Our healers will see to any injuries you may have gotten on your journey. When you travel through the caves please stay on the paths lit by the solar flame candles. The other places are off-limits to those who do not belong to this clan.
But be warned, if you have come here looking for trouble… you won't be leaving in one piece.”
You won’t find this clan by looking, wander through the sands. That’s all they told you. It feels as though you’ve been walking for days, dragging your feet through the sandy terrain. Dragons eye you as pass clan after clan. They wonder where you’re headed. You’re beginning to ask that question yourself, but nevertheless you press on, the feeling of something tugging on your instincts the only thing to guide you. Deeper into Lightning territory you go, past the canyon, past the mesas, past the Tempest Spire that looms over the territory like an angry god. The noise of it and the surrounding storms is terrifying. Yet you continue on.
Soon the noise is different, the crashing of waves reach your ears. You’re standing on the very edge of the territory now, overlooking a tempest-darkened ocean. The winds push the sand off the cliffside and make it seem as though the cliff faces are weeping. This is strange, you’ve run out of places to go and still something pulls you. You lean far out over the edge to see if there’s something below and suddenly your claws lose purchase on the loose ground. You spread your wings and catch yourself before you hit the water.
The ocean spray is refreshing after the journey you’d just taken, it washed away the desert dust and leaves your scales cold and glimmering. The feeling makes you close your eyes and breathe a sigh of relief. You gasp when you open your eyes again. Before you, carved into the cliffside, is the gaping mouth of a large cavern.
From the floor of the cavern you see a sharply clothed wildclaw waving at you frantically. As you land before her she spreads her spotted purple wings and gives you a formal bow in greeting. You have arrived at your destination.
“I am surprised you were able to find this place, you are welcome to stay for a while. Our healers will see to any injuries you may have gotten on your journey. When you travel through the caves please stay on the paths lit by the solar flame candles. The other places are off-limits to those who do not belong to this clan.
But be warned, if you have come here looking for trouble… you won't be leaving in one piece.”
Ezra.
Reluctant Leader.
The Face of the Clan of Weeping Sands.
With the absence of the clan’s matriarch and patriarch, the position of leader was left to a wildclaw that had barely just gotten settled into the clan. She took on the role seriously, if a bit reluctant at first, and soon the clan full of troubled creatures began to thrive.
Her past is unknown by many, but it was bloody, that much is known by a few. She’s ruthless but not unkind. Quiet but well-spoken. Patient and enduring. Not quick to anger but when someone has angered her they know that they have met their end. She would do anything to protect this new family of hers, no matter how atrocious. Respect is highly valued in the clan and she is well-respected by even the most bloodthirsty among them.
Ezra is a quiet dragon with a stony countenance. Few have seen her smile, even fewer have witnessed her truly lose her temper. She’ll go out of her way to help those she cares for but often just wants to be left alone. Only her closest companions know of her softer side, of the passionate side of her that enjoys cuddling and back scratches. Many of her clanmates can spot her pacing through the expanse of the lair, deep within her mind but with senses on high alert.
Some say that she can control fire and that this pyrokinesis helped her become an expert blacksmith when she was young. This is true but you didn't hear it from her.
Reluctant Leader.
The Face of the Clan of Weeping Sands.
With the absence of the clan’s matriarch and patriarch, the position of leader was left to a wildclaw that had barely just gotten settled into the clan. She took on the role seriously, if a bit reluctant at first, and soon the clan full of troubled creatures began to thrive.
Her past is unknown by many, but it was bloody, that much is known by a few. She’s ruthless but not unkind. Quiet but well-spoken. Patient and enduring. Not quick to anger but when someone has angered her they know that they have met their end. She would do anything to protect this new family of hers, no matter how atrocious. Respect is highly valued in the clan and she is well-respected by even the most bloodthirsty among them.
Ezra is a quiet dragon with a stony countenance. Few have seen her smile, even fewer have witnessed her truly lose her temper. She’ll go out of her way to help those she cares for but often just wants to be left alone. Only her closest companions know of her softer side, of the passionate side of her that enjoys cuddling and back scratches. Many of her clanmates can spot her pacing through the expanse of the lair, deep within her mind but with senses on high alert.
Some say that she can control fire and that this pyrokinesis helped her become an expert blacksmith when she was young. This is true but you didn't hear it from her.
The Lightning in Your Soul
Cracks and begs for Control
The Strikes Marring your skin
Like Laughter Lines
Your Heartbeat sounding incorrect
In your Head as it Echoes
When did This become
Your Choice to Make
Burning you down
From the Inside Out
Your Only Enemy
In sight
When the Storm
Swallows you Whole
Ash and Stone
You Long for Gold
War Drums
In your head singing
Hellfire
Hellfire
Hellfire
Cracks and begs for Control
The Strikes Marring your skin
Like Laughter Lines
Your Heartbeat sounding incorrect
In your Head as it Echoes
When did This become
Your Choice to Make
Burning you down
From the Inside Out
Your Only Enemy
In sight
When the Storm
Swallows you Whole
Ash and Stone
You Long for Gold
War Drums
In your head singing
Hellfire
Hellfire
Hellfire
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CoffeeCaat wrote on 2018-11-12 22:26:20:
@nabal "Hii!Welcome! :D Behave or I'll killl you ~<3 "
Art by FatherGascoigne
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Art by PsychoticDragon
piscesrising wrote:
Ezra sighed, much as she always did this time of day. It had been a long day, to say the least, of attempting to run the clan in a way that would make the others proud - from ending the squabbles of the hatchlings with a stern look to making sure their larder was full to helping fortify the protections around the clan, it seemed that the daily hustle and bustle of being the reluctant leader that Ezra was never ended.
Even now, as the candles burned low, Ezra found herself with a pile of paperwork. Official documents submitted by other clan-members, reports that needed going over and signing off, quartermaster requests and more. It really didn’t seem that there was an end, and lately, Ezra had found herself working late into the night until she absolutely had to sleep or she would be completely useless come morning. She supposed if it had to be done, and she had to do it, she didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter, but…
Ezra spared her nest a longing glance. Her dear Sparkling Goblin was already curled up in it, sparks abating for the night, little snores creeping through the dim light of her quarters. Occasionally, little blue sparks would fly off the Goblin as he dreamed, all of them harmless in his sleep. She sighed. She really just wanted to curl up next to him and get a full six or eight hours of sleep instead of the four that she was becoming used to.
There was a gentle knock upon her door before it creaked open. Ezra looked up to see Atlas first, which meant that Oceanus couldn’t be too far behind. And, yes, there was Oceanus, only a step behind his brother. Ezra gave the pair a weary smile from behind her desk.
“What can I help you with?” she said.
“We’re just late handing in the gathering reports,” Oceanus admitted, brandishing yet another little stack of paperwork. “Apologies.”
“Wait,” Atlas said, eyes going narrow. “It’s awfully late, I’m surprised you’re still awake.”
“No rest for the wicked, I suppose,” Ezra said, gesturing a claw at the paperwork and her quill that sat waiting. “But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Atlas?” she tried her hand at teasing him in an effort to distract him. She didn’t need to worry her clan with how late she worked, or how much work actually went into keeping them safe, warm, and well-fed.
“Even the King needs to rest,” Oceanus said, a little gently. “The less sleep you get, the less effective of a leader you’ll be. The paperwork will still be there in the morning.”
“Come on,” Atlas said, dragging the word ‘on’ out as he came around the desk to drape one arm over Ezra. “Oceanus is right, the paperwork isn’t going anywhere. You look exhausted, and you deserve sleep too.”
Ezra sighed, giving in far too easily. “I suppose you’re right,” she said to Oceanus. “I will lead better on a full night’s rest.”
Oceanus gave that patented Ridgeback grin. “Absolutely. Good night, mighty King.”
“Sweet dreams!” Atlas said, wiggling his claws at her as the brothers strode out the door, closing it rather gently (for them) behind them. Ezra glanced once more at the paperwork before snuffing the candle and climbing into the nest beside the snoring Goblin. Even the King needs to rest, indeed.
Even now, as the candles burned low, Ezra found herself with a pile of paperwork. Official documents submitted by other clan-members, reports that needed going over and signing off, quartermaster requests and more. It really didn’t seem that there was an end, and lately, Ezra had found herself working late into the night until she absolutely had to sleep or she would be completely useless come morning. She supposed if it had to be done, and she had to do it, she didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter, but…
Ezra spared her nest a longing glance. Her dear Sparkling Goblin was already curled up in it, sparks abating for the night, little snores creeping through the dim light of her quarters. Occasionally, little blue sparks would fly off the Goblin as he dreamed, all of them harmless in his sleep. She sighed. She really just wanted to curl up next to him and get a full six or eight hours of sleep instead of the four that she was becoming used to.
There was a gentle knock upon her door before it creaked open. Ezra looked up to see Atlas first, which meant that Oceanus couldn’t be too far behind. And, yes, there was Oceanus, only a step behind his brother. Ezra gave the pair a weary smile from behind her desk.
“What can I help you with?” she said.
“We’re just late handing in the gathering reports,” Oceanus admitted, brandishing yet another little stack of paperwork. “Apologies.”
“Wait,” Atlas said, eyes going narrow. “It’s awfully late, I’m surprised you’re still awake.”
“No rest for the wicked, I suppose,” Ezra said, gesturing a claw at the paperwork and her quill that sat waiting. “But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, Atlas?” she tried her hand at teasing him in an effort to distract him. She didn’t need to worry her clan with how late she worked, or how much work actually went into keeping them safe, warm, and well-fed.
“Even the King needs to rest,” Oceanus said, a little gently. “The less sleep you get, the less effective of a leader you’ll be. The paperwork will still be there in the morning.”
“Come on,” Atlas said, dragging the word ‘on’ out as he came around the desk to drape one arm over Ezra. “Oceanus is right, the paperwork isn’t going anywhere. You look exhausted, and you deserve sleep too.”
Ezra sighed, giving in far too easily. “I suppose you’re right,” she said to Oceanus. “I will lead better on a full night’s rest.”
Oceanus gave that patented Ridgeback grin. “Absolutely. Good night, mighty King.”
“Sweet dreams!” Atlas said, wiggling his claws at her as the brothers strode out the door, closing it rather gently (for them) behind them. Ezra glanced once more at the paperwork before snuffing the candle and climbing into the nest beside the snoring Goblin. Even the King needs to rest, indeed.
Harana wrote:
“...If you have come here looking for trouble… you won't be leaving in one piece.”
Ezra’s voice lowered an octave, an ominous look in her orange eyes. She could see the frightened look on the dragon’s face. She smiled to herself as the visitor hesitantly turned back around and continued on. In honor of the clan’s first matriarch and patriarch, she would watch over them and ensure that they were all safe from harm. She was, after all, a child of the Flamecaller before she came to the Shifting Expanse - her flames could keep everyone warm and cozy, for the time being. For the sake of her kingdom, for her family, she would do anything. Anything at all. She glanced at her claws, her hands still burning slightly from earlier events. She noticed that there was still a small amount of blood staining her gloves. She didn’t worry about it too much - it wasn’t too noticeable, so she could always wash it swiftly before leaving. The blood wasn’t hers, anyways.
“I will keep everyone safe. I am not just any mere dragoness, I am a leader, a King - a ruthless, but protective, King.”
Ezra’s voice lowered an octave, an ominous look in her orange eyes. She could see the frightened look on the dragon’s face. She smiled to herself as the visitor hesitantly turned back around and continued on. In honor of the clan’s first matriarch and patriarch, she would watch over them and ensure that they were all safe from harm. She was, after all, a child of the Flamecaller before she came to the Shifting Expanse - her flames could keep everyone warm and cozy, for the time being. For the sake of her kingdom, for her family, she would do anything. Anything at all. She glanced at her claws, her hands still burning slightly from earlier events. She noticed that there was still a small amount of blood staining her gloves. She didn’t worry about it too much - it wasn’t too noticeable, so she could always wash it swiftly before leaving. The blood wasn’t hers, anyways.
“I will keep everyone safe. I am not just any mere dragoness, I am a leader, a King - a ruthless, but protective, King.”
Sylvpix wrote on 2018-11-28 22:08:20:
@nabal
Aight!
Hmm Let's see... she controls fire right? Okay headcannon time, she made the gold necklace that she wears?
Ezra looked out at where the ocean reached to meet the sky. She watched the waves crash into the cliff face, sending up a white spray. She let the salty sea breeze caress her face, listening to the deafening roar of the sea. A gold necklace encircled her neck. As if from force of habit, she stroked it gently, the feel of metal under her claws familiar and comforting. There was an inscription on the inside of the necklace. Ezra knew it by heart- she had written it there as a hatchling. She could still remember the feel of her father's hand over her own, guiding her untrained ones to melt and cast the gold, hammering it into a thin sheet of metal.
Leading the Clan would be difficult, a challenge she had not been trained to face. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. But fire tempered metal; made it stronger.
Ezra would lead them all. She would make them stronger, as fire melted steel and shaped it into something beautiful and strong. Her claws traced the necklace. She could almost feel the words carved into it.
She would build the Clan of Weeping Sands with fire and glory, with strength and honour.
With hope.
Aight!
Hmm Let's see... she controls fire right? Okay headcannon time, she made the gold necklace that she wears?
Ezra looked out at where the ocean reached to meet the sky. She watched the waves crash into the cliff face, sending up a white spray. She let the salty sea breeze caress her face, listening to the deafening roar of the sea. A gold necklace encircled her neck. As if from force of habit, she stroked it gently, the feel of metal under her claws familiar and comforting. There was an inscription on the inside of the necklace. Ezra knew it by heart- she had written it there as a hatchling. She could still remember the feel of her father's hand over her own, guiding her untrained ones to melt and cast the gold, hammering it into a thin sheet of metal.
Leading the Clan would be difficult, a challenge she had not been trained to face. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. But fire tempered metal; made it stronger.
Ezra would lead them all. She would make them stronger, as fire melted steel and shaped it into something beautiful and strong. Her claws traced the necklace. She could almost feel the words carved into it.
She would build the Clan of Weeping Sands with fire and glory, with strength and honour.
With hope.
Evaria wrote on 2018-11-29 14:21:28:
@nabal
Here is Ezra's lore! Sorry it took a couple days; I ended up getting called into work so I didn't have much time to sit down and write. Hope it was worth the wait!
Here is Ezra's lore! Sorry it took a couple days; I ended up getting called into work so I didn't have much time to sit down and write. Hope it was worth the wait!
Long Story wrote:
Ezra never asked for leadership. She would have preferred to pass the responsibility to someone else but, at the time at least, there was no one else that could do it. Even now, after all these years, there were few others Ezra would have trusted to do what she did. The job simply entailed too much for your average dragon and, while there were many hardy dragons among her clan's numbers, she worried that none of them could handle it. How unfortunate, realy. She would have liked nothing more than to be able to have at least one day off. One day where she didn't have to worry and fret.
The wildclaw sighed wearily and gingerly set down the piece of paper she had been absently staring at. Why was she having such a hard time focusing today? Something in her gut was screaming at her to be extra alert. Why this was, she could not say. Perhaps a walk would help to clear her thoughts. It would have to be a small one, though. She still had copious amounts of work left.
Somewhat reluctantly, Ezra stepped away from her papers and exited her den. Her movements were slow and lethargic, almost sluggish, as she paced through her clangrounds. To anyone else that happened to glance her way, she would have simply appeared mildly distracted. Ezra would never let on to just how hard she pushed herself on a day to day basis. Truth be told, she was always exhausted and today was no exception. Hopefully once Thorin was fully settled things would become at least a little easier. She stopped her wandering and merely let her eyes explore her surroundings. There were the hatchlings, rough-housing as always, and not far away hovered a group of watchful adults supervising the play.
"Ezra!" At the sound of her name, the wildclaw snapped her head around. One of her clanmates was charging towards her. They seemed desperate, almost frantic. "Someone found the cavern entrance!"
"I'm not expecting company." Ezra's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Whoever they are, they're not friendly," the other dragon managed to gasp in between heavy pants. "You have to come quick!"
Ezra needed no further prompting. She spun sharply on her heels towards the mouth of the cavern. The dragon that had come to fetch her raced at her tail.
"Where are the guards?" Ezra snapped as they ran.
"Unconscious. SugarBee and I were walking by when it happened. He told me to bring you here while he stayed to buy time."
Ezra hissed and forced herself to move faster. Her feet were now flying so fast that her companion was struggling to keep up. Of course SugarBee would try to be the hero. If only she could make it in time to save him and the guards.
After what seemed like an age, Ezra skidded to a halt at the cavern entrance. She was mildly relieved to see the towering forms of Atlas and Oceanus standing bravely on either side of SugarBee. They must have just returned from another exploration. Ezra mentally praised their good timing. SugarBee was winded but, other than that, appeared to be in good shape. As she approached, her clanmates silently stepped aside to allow her passage.
The dragon, if one could call it that, standing next to the bodies of the unconscious guards was unlike any she had ever seen. Its form seemed to be more of a living shadow than one of true flesh and blood and its shape constantly writhed, shifted and twisted, making it impossible to discern what it truly looked like. Ezra's eyes narrowed dangerously. What was it? Some spawn of the Shade, perhaps?
"I don't know who you are," Ezra spat furiously. "I don't know what you are. Frankly, I don't care. All I need to know is that you had the audacity to attack my clan. I do not tolerate such insolence!"
As she spoke, small flames began creeping towards the shadowy dragon as if from nowhere. Ezra's eyes appeared to glow an even brighter orange as she stared her foe down. Her steely gaze seemed to freeze it in place, restricting its movements as the flames crawled ever closers. The fire grew larger as it reached the intruder, engulfing its shapeless form in a burning inferno. The thing shrieked as its being was consumed until nothing remained but a black scorch mark left upon the stone pathway.
Ezra stared at the mark, her anger slowly subsiding. "Take the guards to get medical help," she ordered, gesturing towards the unconscious bodies before her. Atlas and Oceanus were quick to obey. Each brother gently scooped up a guard and loped into the clangrounds to find help.
Once they were gone, she turned her attention to the dragon that had brought her here. She was reluctant to ask them for more. Their sides were still heaving in and out as they struggled to catch their breath from the sprint to her and back, but there was no one else. "Send for Blackout and Syrah. Tell them I need them here to replace the injured guards on the double. I will stay here until they arrive to keep watch in their stead."
Ezra turned towards the mouth of the cavern as she finished speaking, listening to her clanmate speed away yet again towards the main bulk of the cavern in search of the requested dragons. Ezra let out a deep sigh now that she was alone. Hopefully Blackout and Syrah would arrive sooner rather than later. She was falling behind on paperwork.
The wildclaw sighed wearily and gingerly set down the piece of paper she had been absently staring at. Why was she having such a hard time focusing today? Something in her gut was screaming at her to be extra alert. Why this was, she could not say. Perhaps a walk would help to clear her thoughts. It would have to be a small one, though. She still had copious amounts of work left.
Somewhat reluctantly, Ezra stepped away from her papers and exited her den. Her movements were slow and lethargic, almost sluggish, as she paced through her clangrounds. To anyone else that happened to glance her way, she would have simply appeared mildly distracted. Ezra would never let on to just how hard she pushed herself on a day to day basis. Truth be told, she was always exhausted and today was no exception. Hopefully once Thorin was fully settled things would become at least a little easier. She stopped her wandering and merely let her eyes explore her surroundings. There were the hatchlings, rough-housing as always, and not far away hovered a group of watchful adults supervising the play.
"Ezra!" At the sound of her name, the wildclaw snapped her head around. One of her clanmates was charging towards her. They seemed desperate, almost frantic. "Someone found the cavern entrance!"
"I'm not expecting company." Ezra's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Whoever they are, they're not friendly," the other dragon managed to gasp in between heavy pants. "You have to come quick!"
Ezra needed no further prompting. She spun sharply on her heels towards the mouth of the cavern. The dragon that had come to fetch her raced at her tail.
"Where are the guards?" Ezra snapped as they ran.
"Unconscious. SugarBee and I were walking by when it happened. He told me to bring you here while he stayed to buy time."
Ezra hissed and forced herself to move faster. Her feet were now flying so fast that her companion was struggling to keep up. Of course SugarBee would try to be the hero. If only she could make it in time to save him and the guards.
After what seemed like an age, Ezra skidded to a halt at the cavern entrance. She was mildly relieved to see the towering forms of Atlas and Oceanus standing bravely on either side of SugarBee. They must have just returned from another exploration. Ezra mentally praised their good timing. SugarBee was winded but, other than that, appeared to be in good shape. As she approached, her clanmates silently stepped aside to allow her passage.
The dragon, if one could call it that, standing next to the bodies of the unconscious guards was unlike any she had ever seen. Its form seemed to be more of a living shadow than one of true flesh and blood and its shape constantly writhed, shifted and twisted, making it impossible to discern what it truly looked like. Ezra's eyes narrowed dangerously. What was it? Some spawn of the Shade, perhaps?
"I don't know who you are," Ezra spat furiously. "I don't know what you are. Frankly, I don't care. All I need to know is that you had the audacity to attack my clan. I do not tolerate such insolence!"
As she spoke, small flames began creeping towards the shadowy dragon as if from nowhere. Ezra's eyes appeared to glow an even brighter orange as she stared her foe down. Her steely gaze seemed to freeze it in place, restricting its movements as the flames crawled ever closers. The fire grew larger as it reached the intruder, engulfing its shapeless form in a burning inferno. The thing shrieked as its being was consumed until nothing remained but a black scorch mark left upon the stone pathway.
Ezra stared at the mark, her anger slowly subsiding. "Take the guards to get medical help," she ordered, gesturing towards the unconscious bodies before her. Atlas and Oceanus were quick to obey. Each brother gently scooped up a guard and loped into the clangrounds to find help.
Once they were gone, she turned her attention to the dragon that had brought her here. She was reluctant to ask them for more. Their sides were still heaving in and out as they struggled to catch their breath from the sprint to her and back, but there was no one else. "Send for Blackout and Syrah. Tell them I need them here to replace the injured guards on the double. I will stay here until they arrive to keep watch in their stead."
Ezra turned towards the mouth of the cavern as she finished speaking, listening to her clanmate speed away yet again towards the main bulk of the cavern in search of the requested dragons. Ezra let out a deep sigh now that she was alone. Hopefully Blackout and Syrah would arrive sooner rather than later. She was falling behind on paperwork.
Personality Blurb wrote:
Ezra is the reluctant leader of her clan. Her origin and backstory are mostly a mystery, but she has tackled the responsibility of the position with stubborn commitment. She is a secretive dragon. Few know how hard she pushes herself when it comes to work related matters. Fewer still know of her bloody past. Ezra is ruthless and unrelenting in her endeavor to safeguard her clan. There are very few things, if any at all, she would not do to ensure the survival of charges. Her stubbornness is especially apparent when it comes to matters of paperwork. It is not uncommon for Ezra to remain awake all night until her papers are complete. Hopefully this will happen less often with the arrival of Thorin.
PoppyCryptid wrote:
Ezra let out a long, shaky breath as she left the throne room. A long time ago, she had expected to get used to the way things now, that she would grow numb, that making decisions about life and death would become a routine, a glorified game of chess. Mostly, she was glad at not having become that heartless, but sometimes she really wished that she could simply turn off for a while.
A short glimpse at the candle stumps still flickering in a small alcove in the cavern wall revealed that she had once again spent an unhealthy amount of night wrestling with bureaucracy.
Thorin will berate me for not taking care of myself again.
Well yes, perhaps he would, but it was a matter of hundreds of lives against one dragon’s comfort. It was her job. It was what she had to do.
Thank goodness the day’s issues had been dealt with- the collapsed roof in the eastern tunnels were currently being repaired, and the sparrowmouse infestation had been sufficiently quarantined. At least food was not an issue.
Often Ezra had trouble sleeping. Though she had not yet tried to do so, she already knew that this would be one of those nights.
Careful not to wake anyone, she snuck into what was perhaps her favorite room in the caverns. The greenhouse probably wasn’t suitable for most aboveground plants, but it housed an extraordinary amount of mushrooms- bioluminescent, flowery ones that filled the chamber with a soft blue glow. It was one of the chambers closest to the surface, resting directly underneath a shallow pond, through the waters of which one could almost see the moon when looking up at the clear crystal ceiling.
Apart from the smithy, it was the best place to forget. In the smithy, the raucous clanging of metal and the constant attention needed in order to correctly shape the weapon without getting hurt allowed no other thought- it was impossible to worry about the future or shudder at the past when smithing.
The greenhouse allowed for a completely different sort of forgetting. Walking among the delicate stems of the mushrooms and watching dust motes dance down from the ceiling in the pale blue light rendered worrying almost impossible in the beauty of the moment. Every minute spent there, especially at night, was perfectly unreal, completely detached from anything else.
Ezra noticed that Thorin was in the entrance by the gentle drop in temperature. It wasn’t noticeable for most, although Ezra speculated that it, paired with his distinguished appearance, was why so many were somewhat intimidated by him. Though it was a common trait among dragons from the southern icefields, a long time ago, dragons had claimed that his heart had frozen over. This was probably the farthest thing from the truth.
“Has it been another long day?” The imperial asked, a twinge of concern audible in his voice.
Yes, it definitely has been, Ezra thought.
“I’m alright, really.” Ezra insisted, turning around to face Thorin. “I just need a bit of a break”
“Well, nothing is stopping you” Thorin replied “It’s not as if the caverns were to fall apart if you let your advisors handle it for a day or two. We could go on a vacation somewhere- Icewarden above, I don’t think you’ve left the caves since you arrived!”
Thorin was right.
It’s not like there wasn’t a reason, but Thorin was right.
“Have you ever been to the Sunbeam Ruins? I hear it’s beautiful- and it would be quite the change from these caves! Actual sunlight, imagine that, Ezra!”
Thorin’s voice was mocking, but in the sort of gentle loving way that made Ezra wonder why anyone would have ever called him cold.
“You know what, perhaps I could let the court handle itself for a while. Except for that shifty new guy, him I wouldn’t trust around my glasses, let alone my entire kingdom! What if he decides to run away with the hoard! What if the beastclans attack again?” Ezra’s thoughts trailed into an endless flowchart of problems and solutions, a familiar and tedious carousel of diplomacy.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. He’s not the only dragon in the court and we have a deal with the beastclans. The sky isn’t going to fall, things will be alright even if you don’t work until your back breaks.”
A weight in Ezra’s chest shifted a little. It didn’t quite lift, but it shifted enough for her to finally feel like she could take a deep breath.
The next day, Ezra would begin with the travel plans.
A short glimpse at the candle stumps still flickering in a small alcove in the cavern wall revealed that she had once again spent an unhealthy amount of night wrestling with bureaucracy.
Thorin will berate me for not taking care of myself again.
Well yes, perhaps he would, but it was a matter of hundreds of lives against one dragon’s comfort. It was her job. It was what she had to do.
Thank goodness the day’s issues had been dealt with- the collapsed roof in the eastern tunnels were currently being repaired, and the sparrowmouse infestation had been sufficiently quarantined. At least food was not an issue.
Often Ezra had trouble sleeping. Though she had not yet tried to do so, she already knew that this would be one of those nights.
Careful not to wake anyone, she snuck into what was perhaps her favorite room in the caverns. The greenhouse probably wasn’t suitable for most aboveground plants, but it housed an extraordinary amount of mushrooms- bioluminescent, flowery ones that filled the chamber with a soft blue glow. It was one of the chambers closest to the surface, resting directly underneath a shallow pond, through the waters of which one could almost see the moon when looking up at the clear crystal ceiling.
Apart from the smithy, it was the best place to forget. In the smithy, the raucous clanging of metal and the constant attention needed in order to correctly shape the weapon without getting hurt allowed no other thought- it was impossible to worry about the future or shudder at the past when smithing.
The greenhouse allowed for a completely different sort of forgetting. Walking among the delicate stems of the mushrooms and watching dust motes dance down from the ceiling in the pale blue light rendered worrying almost impossible in the beauty of the moment. Every minute spent there, especially at night, was perfectly unreal, completely detached from anything else.
Ezra noticed that Thorin was in the entrance by the gentle drop in temperature. It wasn’t noticeable for most, although Ezra speculated that it, paired with his distinguished appearance, was why so many were somewhat intimidated by him. Though it was a common trait among dragons from the southern icefields, a long time ago, dragons had claimed that his heart had frozen over. This was probably the farthest thing from the truth.
“Has it been another long day?” The imperial asked, a twinge of concern audible in his voice.
Yes, it definitely has been, Ezra thought.
“I’m alright, really.” Ezra insisted, turning around to face Thorin. “I just need a bit of a break”
“Well, nothing is stopping you” Thorin replied “It’s not as if the caverns were to fall apart if you let your advisors handle it for a day or two. We could go on a vacation somewhere- Icewarden above, I don’t think you’ve left the caves since you arrived!”
Thorin was right.
It’s not like there wasn’t a reason, but Thorin was right.
“Have you ever been to the Sunbeam Ruins? I hear it’s beautiful- and it would be quite the change from these caves! Actual sunlight, imagine that, Ezra!”
Thorin’s voice was mocking, but in the sort of gentle loving way that made Ezra wonder why anyone would have ever called him cold.
“You know what, perhaps I could let the court handle itself for a while. Except for that shifty new guy, him I wouldn’t trust around my glasses, let alone my entire kingdom! What if he decides to run away with the hoard! What if the beastclans attack again?” Ezra’s thoughts trailed into an endless flowchart of problems and solutions, a familiar and tedious carousel of diplomacy.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. He’s not the only dragon in the court and we have a deal with the beastclans. The sky isn’t going to fall, things will be alright even if you don’t work until your back breaks.”
A weight in Ezra’s chest shifted a little. It didn’t quite lift, but it shifted enough for her to finally feel like she could take a deep breath.
The next day, Ezra would begin with the travel plans.
TwilightStars wrote on 2018-12-01 17:40:59:
Ezra wrote:
Ezra was born in fire territory, with a rare gift. Pyrokinesis.
When she was young, this was an ability that made her into a good blacksmith, as her claws controlled the fire in a way that few other dragons could.
It was her father who taught her, his talons gently guiding her own. The fire that wove through her claws neatly had helped make one of her most treasured possessions: a necklace of gold. Although it wasn't exactly fancy, it meant a lot to her, and it was still on her neck, even now.
When she was young, Ezra's younger brother, Diabolos, did a terrible thing, committed a terrible crime.
Diabolos was never a rule follower. He could do bad things sometimes... but never this extreme. Still, she loved him, and knew that he was in for terrible punishment. She could not bear to see this happen to her brother.
He regretted it, but the damage was done. Ezra knew that the police were after him, and wouldn't stop until they found him. No matter what quarrels they'd had as children, or whatever else, there was no way she'd let this happen to him.
So she did what she had to do.
"Ezra, this is my mistake, my punishment. You can't--"
Ezra's face burned with tears. The hot, dry air of the Ashfall Waste stung her eyes. "Diabolos," she said, "I can't let you do it. I can't let that happen to you. You know it."
He did not say anything, for he knew.
"Please, promise me you'll run. Run and hide."
"But--" he protested, "Run where--?"
"Anywhere!" Ezra burst out. "I don't care! Run anywhere, all I want is that you promise me, you hear me? promise me that you'll run, run and never come back."
Diabolos was silent. "Ezra..."
"Run. And please... Please, Diabolos, promise me you won't let them catch you."
Her brother stared ahead for a few moments, as if he wished this all had never happened. Then a whisper that barely fell from his lips, so quiet and solemn that Ezra almost did not hear it.
"Farewell, then."
He turned around and took to the air, flying hard and fast.
And that was the last she ever saw of her brother.
A few days after sending her brother away, Ezra awoke to voices. She moved closer to the noise, trying to listen.
It sounded like her parents.... arguing with someone. Curiously, and slightly frightened, she listened harder.
"... Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the way."
"My daughter would never do that, you're mistaken--!"
"Sir, I have orders to search this place and to find her. Step out of the way."
There was a reluctant protesting sound, and then a furious, "You will do no such thing!"
But it was too late. Ezra heard footsteps, coming louder and closer.
And that's when she realized.
They were here... for her. She was seen helping her brother escape, and now, she was wanted, a fugitive as well.
Panicked, Ezra seized the gold necklace. She would never leave that behind. She pushed open a window--then stopped. Ezra slowly ran her claws over the smooth glass. This window she'd made with her father, with her abilities. Did she really dare run away from this life?
The foootsteps came closer, and Ezra's beating heart decided. She pushed the rest of the window open, leaped out, and shut it behind her.
Then she began to run.
Feet bleeding, wings torn and battered, Ezra finally stopped running. She was exhausted, after escaping so many dragons trying to catch her. She'd shaken them all off her trail by now.
One had even manged to bind her with chains, but she burned through them and got free.
But now, it was dark, and Ezra knew it was time to sleep. She settled down behind a thorny bush, well hidden out of sight, and closed her eyes, but she could not sleep.
Flashes of light, whimpers, and more kept her disturbed all night until finally, Ezra looked for the source.
It was not hard to find.
A slightly furry creature was lying on the ground, lightning crackling around its body.
Ezra's studies as a young child told her that this was a Sparkling Goblin, from the Shifting Expanse.
How did it get here?
Moreover, it was wounded. Ezra couldn't let a poor thing like this die, and tended to its wounds all night, silently working for hours until she finally, finally, slept.
The next day, Ezra was up and running again. She didn't travel far, before realizing the Sparkling Goblin needed somewhere to live.
So she took it to the Shifting Expanse, the lightning domain.
Upon entering, she was startled by the greatness of it all. Electricity was running through the air, she could feel it, and the place felt like home to her. Which was a rare feeling, ever since leaving her real home in the Ashfall Waste.
As she peered over a cliff, she suddenly lost her balance. Strong winds pushed her off, but she caught herself, spreading her wings quickly.
That led her to see the cavern, carved into the cliffside.
From the mouth of the cave led to a clan, a rather small one, barely formed yet. She was offered a stay there, and although nobody really said it, they all knew it would be temporary, until she could get moving again.
But as it turned out, it wasn't.
Ezra didn't leave. This clan was like a new family to her. New additions came and went, many stayed and the clan prospered.
As they did, so did she.
Now Ezra is the reluctant leader of the Clan of Weeping Sands.
When she was young, this was an ability that made her into a good blacksmith, as her claws controlled the fire in a way that few other dragons could.
It was her father who taught her, his talons gently guiding her own. The fire that wove through her claws neatly had helped make one of her most treasured possessions: a necklace of gold. Although it wasn't exactly fancy, it meant a lot to her, and it was still on her neck, even now.
When she was young, Ezra's younger brother, Diabolos, did a terrible thing, committed a terrible crime.
Diabolos was never a rule follower. He could do bad things sometimes... but never this extreme. Still, she loved him, and knew that he was in for terrible punishment. She could not bear to see this happen to her brother.
He regretted it, but the damage was done. Ezra knew that the police were after him, and wouldn't stop until they found him. No matter what quarrels they'd had as children, or whatever else, there was no way she'd let this happen to him.
So she did what she had to do.
"Ezra, this is my mistake, my punishment. You can't--"
Ezra's face burned with tears. The hot, dry air of the Ashfall Waste stung her eyes. "Diabolos," she said, "I can't let you do it. I can't let that happen to you. You know it."
He did not say anything, for he knew.
"Please, promise me you'll run. Run and hide."
"But--" he protested, "Run where--?"
"Anywhere!" Ezra burst out. "I don't care! Run anywhere, all I want is that you promise me, you hear me? promise me that you'll run, run and never come back."
Diabolos was silent. "Ezra..."
"Run. And please... Please, Diabolos, promise me you won't let them catch you."
Her brother stared ahead for a few moments, as if he wished this all had never happened. Then a whisper that barely fell from his lips, so quiet and solemn that Ezra almost did not hear it.
"Farewell, then."
He turned around and took to the air, flying hard and fast.
And that was the last she ever saw of her brother.
A few days after sending her brother away, Ezra awoke to voices. She moved closer to the noise, trying to listen.
It sounded like her parents.... arguing with someone. Curiously, and slightly frightened, she listened harder.
"... Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the way."
"My daughter would never do that, you're mistaken--!"
"Sir, I have orders to search this place and to find her. Step out of the way."
There was a reluctant protesting sound, and then a furious, "You will do no such thing!"
But it was too late. Ezra heard footsteps, coming louder and closer.
And that's when she realized.
They were here... for her. She was seen helping her brother escape, and now, she was wanted, a fugitive as well.
Panicked, Ezra seized the gold necklace. She would never leave that behind. She pushed open a window--then stopped. Ezra slowly ran her claws over the smooth glass. This window she'd made with her father, with her abilities. Did she really dare run away from this life?
The foootsteps came closer, and Ezra's beating heart decided. She pushed the rest of the window open, leaped out, and shut it behind her.
Then she began to run.
Feet bleeding, wings torn and battered, Ezra finally stopped running. She was exhausted, after escaping so many dragons trying to catch her. She'd shaken them all off her trail by now.
One had even manged to bind her with chains, but she burned through them and got free.
But now, it was dark, and Ezra knew it was time to sleep. She settled down behind a thorny bush, well hidden out of sight, and closed her eyes, but she could not sleep.
Flashes of light, whimpers, and more kept her disturbed all night until finally, Ezra looked for the source.
It was not hard to find.
A slightly furry creature was lying on the ground, lightning crackling around its body.
Ezra's studies as a young child told her that this was a Sparkling Goblin, from the Shifting Expanse.
How did it get here?
Moreover, it was wounded. Ezra couldn't let a poor thing like this die, and tended to its wounds all night, silently working for hours until she finally, finally, slept.
The next day, Ezra was up and running again. She didn't travel far, before realizing the Sparkling Goblin needed somewhere to live.
So she took it to the Shifting Expanse, the lightning domain.
Upon entering, she was startled by the greatness of it all. Electricity was running through the air, she could feel it, and the place felt like home to her. Which was a rare feeling, ever since leaving her real home in the Ashfall Waste.
As she peered over a cliff, she suddenly lost her balance. Strong winds pushed her off, but she caught herself, spreading her wings quickly.
That led her to see the cavern, carved into the cliffside.
From the mouth of the cave led to a clan, a rather small one, barely formed yet. She was offered a stay there, and although nobody really said it, they all knew it would be temporary, until she could get moving again.
But as it turned out, it wasn't.
Ezra didn't leave. This clan was like a new family to her. New additions came and went, many stayed and the clan prospered.
As they did, so did she.
Now Ezra is the reluctant leader of the Clan of Weeping Sands.
Poem wrote:
It's a fire raging inside your soul
It's the lightning that crackles and the thunder that rolls
It's the knowledge of your failure, the guilt in your heart
When you've thrown all the gates of hell apart
Betrayal
Despair
Desire
Hellfire
You've withered from the inside
Your grief too deep to bear
You've got a pain, far below
Your misery in the air
And it's in your head, singing
Hellfire
Gloating, ever ringing
Hellfire
That one oath you swore, you promised to agree
You've yet to keep, but still ignore
Inside, you know there's a punishment for you
Well, welcome to hell, listen to the roar
And it's in your head, singing
Hellfire
Gloating, ever ringing
Hellfire
VenusStarling wrote on 2018-12-09 18:28:53:
She spoke little, and softly, but her word was law, and her law was unbendable steel, all knew. To those rare, rare visitors to the clan, all existing members would whisper in passing; “Listen. Obey. It’s for your own good. I promise you’ll be safer if you just listen. Obey.” Those who avert their eyes when she passes, who offer her polite greetings in the mornings, well wishes in parting, and bow in acquiescence when she gives directions are those who coexist with her clan peacefully, who make friends for life, who make valuable connections. Those who don’t, they see her teeth. And it’s common knowledge among any and all who have even heard of the clan; if you see her teeth, they are the last thing you will ever see.
Made by mildlyanxiousdoe
Art by Pastie
Tirtouga678 wrote on 2019-06-05 04:21:02:
A strange, smoky substance wreathed around the room. Sparks flew into the air, sizzling and crackling with vermilion light that seemed to have come from the sun itself.
Flames sparked from the strange, reflective pool of molten metal. It swirled and rippled as if it had a mind of its own, hissing at everything around it and spitting globs of itself, hoping to burn whatever was around it.
A growl sounded from somewhere above the metal pool. Noises of pain, then a chuckle as another being shifted nearby. The great rustle of leather wings as they unfurled were a stark contrast to the bubbling and seething.
“Temperamental, isn’t this?” It was a large Imperial, two pairs of antlers and a cold stare giving him an intimidating stance. His wings gave a flap, and a chill set into the air. “After all, this is a ceremonial item.”
The Wildclaw snorted. Her royal purple plumage glistened with the lustre of firelight, and her claws danced intricately, as if following an ancient ritual. Beneath the talons the metal continued to swirl, tamed after its spectacular display of defiance. The depths shifted and shimmered, melding into a singular, beautiful point.
The Blade of Memorial.
“There. It’s done now. For the love of Sornieth, Ezra, go and sleep. Please.” The Wildclaw - Ezra - rolled her eyes, carefully balancing the fire-hot blade between her impervious claws.
“I will.”
??And that was the greatest promise Thorin could receive.
Flames sparked from the strange, reflective pool of molten metal. It swirled and rippled as if it had a mind of its own, hissing at everything around it and spitting globs of itself, hoping to burn whatever was around it.
A growl sounded from somewhere above the metal pool. Noises of pain, then a chuckle as another being shifted nearby. The great rustle of leather wings as they unfurled were a stark contrast to the bubbling and seething.
“Temperamental, isn’t this?” It was a large Imperial, two pairs of antlers and a cold stare giving him an intimidating stance. His wings gave a flap, and a chill set into the air. “After all, this is a ceremonial item.”
The Wildclaw snorted. Her royal purple plumage glistened with the lustre of firelight, and her claws danced intricately, as if following an ancient ritual. Beneath the talons the metal continued to swirl, tamed after its spectacular display of defiance. The depths shifted and shimmered, melding into a singular, beautiful point.
The Blade of Memorial.
“There. It’s done now. For the love of Sornieth, Ezra, go and sleep. Please.” The Wildclaw - Ezra - rolled her eyes, carefully balancing the fire-hot blade between her impervious claws.
“I will.”
??And that was the greatest promise Thorin could receive.
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