Quill

Quill is the firstborn but arguably least responsible of her siblings. She doesn't like to fess up to her mistakes, has a hard time getting tasks started, and tends to leave them unfinished. She also has a heart of gold, and a kind streak a mile wide - most of those unfinished tasks are gifts she was trying to make for clanmates.

"She slowly woke up. The water was washing away the crab holes from the beach. She cleaned her dirty wings. Her head hurt. The waves slowly brought her closer to the ocean. It looked like the storm was gone, at least from the distance. The gigantic rocks loomed over her, their shadows painting the sand.
Quill stood up and shook herself. She looked at the sky. Bright and well, too bright. She leaped into the blue forever. It was horribly sunny, giving Quill the feeling of burning wings.

The smell of death was horrible. It was in her eyes, mouth, snout, mane, everything. The stories of the old were sometimes about a three headed monster, but Quill didn't intend on checking if they were myths or not. The thing she just escaped from was foul. She had really strong desires to just let go and let the monster crush her little body between one of it's many jaws. But her instincts just took over and helped her escape that nightmare of a situation."


She looked up. A beautiful dragon loomed over her. With the eyes of the shining stars, this dragon smiled.
"Welcome to the Sun'Brushed, you big fool."



Acquired from this thread for the small lore that is above. Thank you, Amalgemotion!! :D




"The day was going pretty good. After joining this clan I found out that Solar'o is very, very superstitious about The Lightweaver, which is weird. She doesn't force anyone to believe into The Lightweaver, but she still gets salty when others pray or give gifts to anyone but Her. But as I could see, there are also some very beautiful dragons. Some that represent their flight, some that have insect-like features and some that are straight-up like the beautiful sky at night. I also met another traveler. Her name is Rhydwen and she traveled so, so many flights! I really love how much she wrote down and how she made so many friends along the way.

She is a Demi-Goddess, her wings and face being unlightly beautiful. The thin, butterfly-like wings are paired with her general look, having her long and clean fur carefully brushed every morning. She found her true love in here, yet she keeps mentioning I cannot truly understand how it looks. It's true, her love has a name such complicated the clan just calls it "Oyster". And he is truly magnificent, with the void in his eyes, stars in the fur of his mane and colorful planets tucked inside the feathers of his wings.

And not to mention, she's one of the few that do not fear Solar'o. Now that the old lady transformed into the insanely beautiful Pearlcatcher that we now have it's hard to think that anyone would be scared of her. Yet many are.

That's why I really like Rhydwen and that's why she is my true idol, even if I keep telling Solar'o she's not."

" No no no. They are gone. And I am stuck in this weird dungeon with no food? Am I going to starve? Am I going to die here and rot like the thing from the corner of the room? It's a disgusting creature that looks like it wants to kill me in brutal ways. It sometimes twists it's neck to look at me, probably to see me better so it can attack and eat me! Well, I guess I will have to find out. "

' It's been 13 days since I've been sitting here. No one coming, no one leaving. There are strange noises, and I always start to fiddle around when I hear them. I don't even know why I keep on writing these, it's not like someone will come out of the blue and save me, right? Well, whatever. The parasitic creature that I thought was making me sit here and rot actually has a name, and is capable of talking. It is keeping me company while I slowly starve to death. It keeps apologizing about the fact that it doesn't have any food to give me; I honestly don't mind though, since it would probably get me even sicker anyway. It's name is Beauveria, and it likes fresh insects apparently. It barely knows how to talk, but we can understand each other. Sometimes it coils next to me and naps. It's nice to have something warm in this cold and wet prison."

" The little hut that is apparently a hospital is tiny. And it was just made. Otherwise I would've been left in my little den to eat well. But now I need to wait for Solar'o to come and attempt to tend my wounds with some magic she just tried.
The hut though is incomplete: there are barely any shelves, and all of them are empty. I cannot believe that they didn't add anything. Not even a teenie, tiny plant! But the walls though are strong. They are made of clay and silk, thanks to the dragons that spun it. I can see that it is dirty, which annoys me. But it is something. And the bed too. It is comfortable, yet I can see that it's only because of the thick sheets of leaves and feathers.

I might as well be the doctor of this clan if no one is- after all, if someone gets even more hurt, who will help them?"

"Here he comes. With flowers and seaweed and a starfish. It's kind of a pathetic attempt at a romantic gift for me, but I'll take it. After all, Scorch is such a big boo and gentle man that I cannot resist him.
Today I will ask him out since he just gave me flowers and seaweed. At this point I even traded some fish and kelp at Quasar's for a 1200 galloon tank. But I also learned how to charm stuff for him. And now we're simply falling for each other. Which is, funnily enough, unexpected."

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"I no longer feel any emotions towards Scorch. All he did was put on a show. He is fine as a friend, but I wouldn't go back to dating him. But I did start to make a beautiful cape for him, with the help of a traveler dragon named Scarlet. I am not sure her coats are made from normal fur though, it's thicker and fluffier than most furs. Oh well!"
Born in the Coelacanth Crew! They're yours to breed and change and exalt as you will, though if you no longer want them, the crew would always be happy to take them back.