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Primrose

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"Oh, my, well aren't you just lovely!"

Valley

Alstroemeria Fox

Energy: 50/50

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Measurements

Length

3.94 m

Wingspan

8.63 m

Weight

392.54 kg

Genetics

Rose
Vipera

Raspberry
Flair

White
Basic

Hatchday

Jun 13, 2022
(1 year)

Breed

Adult
Wildclaw

Eye Type

Nature
Common

Level 1 Wildclaw

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

Previous Genes:
Vipera
Flair
Basic (Tertiary)
Common Eyes

Poor boy's gonna hold old lore clutter until I find a better place for it. :(

Paintedbones

As you move along the path, you see Paintedbones sitting on part of the lawn, looking into the quiet sky as she listens to the splashing fountain beside her. A soft mist is floating upwards as the water pours downward and bounces against the layers of stone plates.
"Aye, seems like storms are brewin' out there," Paintedbones observes. "Don't get confused by the calm morning."
Paintedbones Marinaio Darkplasma
She is the main huntress.
"Never let your anxieties crush you."
Paintedbones was once a great, fearless captain. One day while traveling through the perilous Southern Icefield, her ship hit a massive glacier and her entire crew was lost to the icy depths, including her first husband. The only survivor, she traveled Sornieth for quite some time, trying to figure out her destiny. Eventually she found Swamplurk's kingdom and met a friendly Guardian, who helped her to overcome the grief of her harsh past. She is super great at hunting and sometimes accompanies Berrycatcher when she is collecting. Paintedbones experienced a lot of loss in her family, including her first lover, but she did eventually make a new family. She is incredibly close to her husband.
Inventory:

24,471

Story: Frigid Memories
The crack of the ship's bow striking against pure ice splintered through the air in a tremendous roar.
Paintedbones found herself flung forward as the piercing screams of her crew vibrated through the stormy air. The sea blasted harshly against her body, forcing her to be pinned against the frigid glacier looming darkly above.
Turning her head, she tried to see through the ocean spray continually grinding against her body.
A large crack of thunder accompanied a deadly bolt of lightning as it tremored through the air and hit the ship's mast. Heavy shards of wood flew through the air, and one piece lodged itself firmly beside Paintedbones like a dagger barely missing its mark.
Squirming, she finally managed to roughly skid out of the frosted wall, only to be greeted by a raging sea already devouring the now broken vessel. Her crew!
A voice that she knew all too well cried out on fear and pain before vanishing as the sea swallowed the once-grand ship.
Without thinking of her own safety, Paintedbones lept forward in rage and plummeting down into the crashing walls of ice. Dark, cold emptiness greeted her, making her nearly lose her breath as she tried to dive downward.
A pink claw reached outward. Its owner's face formed into a gaping look as he awaited his hero.
Paintedbones reached outward too. Perhaps they would reach each other, even though they were already so far away... The icy abyss bit into Paintedbones and she began to fade into unconsciousness. No... I have to reach him. Her eyes began to close. The cold numbness was almost welcoming. Come, it whispered.
Two glistening eyes appeared, and a familiar stony nose jabbed into Paintedbones' belly and began to lift her.
Her claw remained outstretched as her tears mingled with the restless waves.
As she was thrown onto a glacier, she saw the loyal pet peering upward at her from beneath the black sea. He had saved her. But this realization only came with another... She didn't save him.

Not Found

"We all await for when time runs out."
Deathspeaker's cold eyes lock onto you. For a moment, nothing happens. Then she says in an empty voice, "Death is chasing you."
She is a seer.
Unlike her cheery brother, Deathspeaker is often grim. Like her father, she can see pieces of the future, but only the bad ones. She hardly speaks, and when she does it is almost always a warning. In a cold, emotionless voice, she will state one of three sentences:
"Death will greet you soon." (Soon, you will die.)
"Death can not find you." (You are safe... for now.)
"Death is chasing you." (You are taking dangerous risks. Be careful.)
She lacks any hope because of all the dark futures she sees. Her brother tries to convince her that things are not all bad, but she is often too consumed in her thoughts to listen. Her visions become more frequent during winter.
This guy (Aye) keeps trying to impress her
Story: First Date
Deathspeaker felt terrible. But not like she usually did. This feeling was making her conscience plummet like a stone. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Why was it Fatepearl? Why did her vision have to be about him? He was her brother. Her best friend.
She tore her face downward and drilled into the cave floor with her eyes. This wasn't good. Finally she forced herself to look upward. She wouldn't tell him. She'd stop it somehow. She'd save him.
Nightflicker started through the hall, passing her.
"Nightflicker," Deathspeaker called in a hollow voice.
The dark Skydancer turned her gaze to Deathspeaker.
Digging her claws into the rock, Deathspeaker stated, "Fatepearl is planning to ask you on a date tonight."
There was a minute-long silence.
An excited grin began to creep onto Nightflicker's face. "Thanks for letting me know," she replied, then continued down the hall at a quicker pace.
Deathspeaker just stood there for a while. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a lone tear trickled down her face as the bleak vision repeated itself in her mind. Again... Again... Again. Why was it Fatepearl?

Crisp
F Pearlcatcher Sunset Sludge

"Truth burns us the hardest."
As Crisp grins at you, a wave of heat gushes from her mouth and a lone wisp of smoke curls upward. Crisp is extremely protective of her family, and she enjoys spending time with them whenever possible. She has incredible fire powers, and her searing heat blasts are hot enough to even melt metal. Her scales are burning to the touch. Although few know this, she is the Seasonwakers' Heatsinger, and she helps to link spring and summer.

Part of the Cinderkill Assassins, a Nightslayer
"Only the silent and stealthy are accepted within our ranks, dear," Ghostlark purrs. "The Nightslayers are renowned for their quiet infiltrations, and detection would be our gravest error. Lacking bluntness, we target those who abuse or attack others." She pauses for a moment, her blazing eyes contrasting her calm voice. "To clarify, these are the dark ones who deserve no mercy after what they've done. My dear new cinder, if you desire to accept this title, be assured that our bounties should not have your pity. Follow then, and we shall welcome you into our cavern."
"Listen to the birds, and learn from them."

Winter Seasonwaker.
Autumn Seasonwaker.

A petal floated by,
Carried gently by the wind;
So softly, like a sigh,
It twirled around the bend.

The petal drifted lower,
That petal from a rose...
The petal falling slower,
'Til it landed on Autumn's nose.

Little candy crunch,
Soft like a cotton cloud.
Little sugary tuft,
I found you in the crowd.

Definition of Nadir: The lowest point in the fortunes of a person or organization.

The Fall
It is said that before Hope hatched, her brother arrived into the world and brought with him a great blessing. For an entire hour, the area surrounding the Gaoler nest experienced extreme fortune. Everything was working out for every good dragon, while nothing worked out for the evil dragons. For one peaceful moment, the zenith of civilization seemed to finally be reached. Her brother was instantly recognized to have a great power. Then Hope hatched. In a single second, everything snapped and raced downhill. A fire raged through the Province, three wars were declared, the empress fell from the castle balcony, and the king became deathly ill. Dragons that had been wealthy moments before suddenly lost everything. A new disease crept across the area. Nadir had come quickly. Her father died moments later. A solemn knowledge was revealed--Hope had great power as well. As she grew up, Hope felt guilty, even though nobody believed it was her fault. She changed her name to Nadir in grave sorrow, then left the Province after one final goodbye. Now, she would find her destiny elsewhere. Perhaps a place that would not be affected by her presence.

Duskfleet's Discarded Songs

I saw a place
Beyond the skies.
I saw a realm
With glowing eyes.

A blackened field filled with white roses...
White roses...
Their light imposes...

I saw a world
Up in the heights...
A deep dark ocean
A thousand nights.

What are those shining things in the water?
Stars of the sea,
Oh, how they call to me.

I'm searching for a desert.
A faraway land,
A place full of sand,
A desert in the distance.

Corruption ~ Vanity ~ Torment ~ Wrath ~ Greed ~ Deception ~ Pride ~ Envy ~ Suspicion ~ Fear ~ Sloth ~ Gullibility

"Listen to those dark little voices in your head..."
Corruption snarls and shakes the bars furiously with his claws.
Vanity is his mate.
Corruption was the one who united all of the Horrors. He is a deadly wizard and twists others' words into things they never meant. Very deceptive, he managed to cheat, lie, and kill his way into becoming a powerful leader. Although his power was great, Starseeker and Gluttony were too much to handle, and he was overthrown. Because of this, he has a burning hatred for them both and swears revenge.
He is a Horror.

Vanity turns her head up and stares at the ceiling, intentionally warning you that you are not worth her time.
Vanity is extremely beautiful, and she knows it. Although she was once a Pearlcatcher, her transformation into a Bogsneak did nothing to curb her pride. She is also incredibly refined, but she will not acknowledge any 'lower classes' of dragons. Despite her petite appearance, she is an incredibly dangerous fighter and battles with a graceful style similar to a dance.
She is a Horror.

"You deserve every ounce of pain you just experienced."
"When I get out of here," Torment warns, grinning evily, "I'm going to rip every dragon in this lair limb from limb. And if they're still alive after that... Let's just say they'll wish they weren't."
Her mate is Wrath.
Torment takes pleasure when others suffer, and she is a deadly fighter, especially when teamed up with Wrath. In a different type of torture, she also taunts and constantly nags others. Some of Wrath's anger seems to have rubbed off on her, and she is usually in a foul mood.
She is a Horror.

"I'll rip everyone to shreds. They only bring me pain."
"Be smart," Wrath says darkly, rage simmering from within, "and let me out of this place. If you don't... Well... You'll be the next dragon I'm going to kill besides Starseeker..."
Wrath is forever enraged, and his imprisonment has only strengthened his hatred. He has vowed revenge on Swamplurk's clan, and he spends his days imagining slaying the dragons all one by one. He is a fighter to be feared, and if Torment teams up with him in battle, they are nearly unstoppable.
He is a Horror.

"Nothing I have is enough."
Greed watches you darkly and silently.
Envy is his mate.
Greed is incredibly selfish and uncaring. He is never satisfied with what he has and always wants more. Because of this, he is sullen and unhappy. Although he does feel a little bit better around Envy, his dissatisfaction has put him in an almost permanent sour mood.
He is a Horror. Although no one knows this, he is also secretly a supervillain known as the Dark Jester! His nemesis is the Carmine Crest.

"I can get you anything," Deception says darkly, "if you release me..."
Deception is extremely cruel and tricky, and he tangles himself within an everlasting web of lies. He often tricks others into hurting themselves and enjoys seeing them suffer, and he only cares about himself. He is very clever. Although he is part of the Horrors, no one is quite sure where his loyalty really lies. No one has ever seen his true face.
He is a Horror.

"Not only am I gorgeous, but I'm amazing too."
Pride strikes an aesthetic pose and smiles widely at you. "Have you come to admire me? I certainly am the best dragon around. Don't believe me? Then ask these lowly lair dragons why they've kept me in this museum! I am truly amazing no doubt."
Pride is so impressed with himself that he hardly notices his imprisonment, instead preferring to believe that he is set up as an attraction for a museum. He is perfectly pleased with his situation and is rather careless. He was once an extremely humble dragon, but a dangerous wizard promised him courage if he accepted an offer. However, the wizard's words were twisted, and he cast a spell on Pride that changed him forever.
He is a Horror.

Envy avoids your eyes and stares angrily at the ground.
Envy has always had a strong desire for things that were not hers. She has a difficult time liking anyone because of her jealousy, and even before she became a true Horror, she did not have many friends. She had always tried to impress her husband, but his coldness was unchangeable. This aspect just increased both dragons' depression until they became monsters.
She is a Horror.

"Go away," Suspicion says coldly, "You don't belong here."
It took a long time for Suspicion to become a Horror. Many years of betrayal and lies warped him into no longer trusting dragons other than himself, and even then he does not have much faith in his own abilities. He did not trust the other Horrors, and as soon as Gluttony betrayed them his suspicions simply increased.
He is a Horror.

Fear scurries backward into the shadows and whimpers.
Her mate is Sloth.
Saying that Fear is a coward is an understatement. Even an unexpected fragment of dust crossing her vision is enough to make her nearly jump out of her own skin. Despite her caution and continuous worries, she can be dangerous. Others will become uneasy and jumpy around her, and many have fled simply because she affected them with her fears. She almost felt safer, having nothing to fight against and being held within the dark chambers of the prison. Then, her first nest came, and suddenly she felt even more sad than she had been in the beginning.
She is a Horror.
"Hey, Sloth... Do you ever get the feeling that, well, that we maybe chose the wrong side when we stuck with Corruption? I mean... What would it have been like... You know, going with Gluttony I mean," Fear asked quietly, looking out of the bars to their prison cell. She felt fortunate enough to be together with her husband, but she also had a great ache in her heart when their first clutch of eggs had been taken away. She never even saw their faces.
Sloth, who was affected by Fear's aura, was actually alert and walking. Usually, he would have been fast asleep. The couple both had powers that made others feel differently. Fear would usually make others scared, but for Sloth it simply enabled him to stay awake and more aware. Sloth, meanwhile, would make dragons more tired. When applied to the worrisome Fear though, it calmed her down enough for her to act somewhat normal.
"I don't know," Sloth said honestly. He wondered about it too. "I can't imagine what even happened to Gluttony..."
Fear sighed. "Sloth... If we ever get the chance again..." She went silent.
Sloth gave her a sorrowful look.
"What will we do..?"
"I don't think we'll get another chance."
Suddenly, Starseeker came into the hallway. "Chance at what?" he asked coldly, assuming that they meant to escape.
"Have you ever made a choice, Starseeker? A choice you've regretted for a long time..?" Sloth asked slowly. He gave him a pleading expression.
"Oh, I see. Trying to pick at a weak spot in my life... I should've expected nothing lower," Starseeker growled.

"Who needs clean clothes when you can just use dirty ones."
Sloth snores loudly and rolls over.
Sloth spends most of his time sleeping, and even when he is awake he is still the laziest dragon you could ever meet. Because of his tendency to complain about even the easiest of tasks, his rank with the Horrors is incredibly low. He would rather lie in the same spot all week than get up and walk to another place. Despite his magnificent fighting skills, his most dangerous aspect is his aura. Just being around him makes others get tired. It was almost a relief when the Horrors were locked up, because Sloth was suddenly free to do the thing he loved best--nothing... Then his first nest came, and the guilt of not being there for his children soon after.
He is a Horror.

Last name is Imp
"Will you let me out?" Gullibility asks hopefully, peering out of the bars.
Guillibility is rather stupid, and he believes anything dragons say. If one were to tell him that he was a fly, he would be more than willing to accept it as a fact. Because of his foolish nature, he was easily corrupted and joined the Horrors willingly. Although he is not the brightest, he is the least criminal-like of the Horrors and is actually rather friendly.
He is a Horror.

Finally, the dragon notices you. "Oh, hey traveler! I see you have come back. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't quite sure you would. I mean, our first meeting was a bit awkward."
You seem to be rethinking your decision to return to Swamplurk's den.
One smiles. "I'm so happy you've come! Please, do take a seat on the grass, maybe I can convince Treescurry to bring popcorn."
You sigh and sit down. "Alright. I heard you had stories to tell?"
One nods. "Indeed. Many stories. They go by fast though--they are pretty short. Anyway, what story should I tell first..? Oh, I got the perfect one!"
You settle comfortably on the ground.
"Treescurry! Can you please get our traveler some popcorn?"

Bad Luck: Part 1
The egg cracked, and Swamplurk leaned closer, her frills trembling with excitement. It was her first batch of eggs, and she would not miss hatching day even if the Gladekeeper herself had invited her to a tea party.
A wrinkled green snout poked timidly out of the shell that had served as its home for many days.
Dunegrasper finally stopped pacing and stared in wonder as the hatchling pushed itself from the egg. Adoration lit up his face.
It was a dark green Mirror female with mint streaks that traced across her face and stretched onto her deep red wings. Her eyes blinked open then closed as she tried to adjust to the brightness.
Swamplurk brushed off a piece of eggshell that was stubbornly clinging to some egg goop still stuck on the baby dragon.
The hatchling began to observe her surroundings, first spotting the nest and then the large cave hollow that served as a nursery. Soon, she refocused on the two dragons standing above her. Her parents. She stumbled over to her mother, who gingerly picked her up.
Though excited about the child, both turned an eager look to the unhatched egg.
They stared for a long time; Swamplurk was rocking her baby as she watched.
But nothing happened. Something was not right.
Dunegrasper became anxious. "You don't think..."
"Get Autumnwalker," Swamplurk interrupted, not taking her eyes from the egg.
Autumnwalker seemed to take a long time as she checked the egg, poking at it or placing an ear against it to listen for the heart that should have been beating. Eventually, she raised her head solemnly.
Both parents stood rigid, anticipation framing their faces. The one hatchling had fallen asleep in Swamplurk's arms.
"The child is alive," the doctor stated calmly, and the parents released a sigh of relief. "However," she continued, "its heart is very quiet; I could barely make the beat out. It doesn't want to hatch just yet--but it needs to. If they don't start breaking out in the next hour, I'll have to manually do it for them."
Swamplurk and Dunegrasper exchanged an uneasy glance.
Suddenly, the egg rocked slightly.
Autumnwalker smiled. "Perfect. Right on time."
The hatching wasn't quick like the first had been. The rest of the day slowly rolled by as a tiny claw pushed tenderly outward, then eventually a snout, then finally a whole body slid out and drooped weakly onto the floor. It was another female Mirror, this time a bright golden with black wings. Her eyes were still tightly shut, and she was much smaller than her older sister.
The doctor gently raised the baby up and passed her to Dunegrasper.
Both parents relaxed, no trace of worry remaining. Dunegrasper smiled as a happy tear slid down his face.
Then the gold hatchling squeaked--a sound like a kitten mew combined with a wheeze.
Instantly The fear returned. That was definately not normal. Hatchlings were not supposed to make noises until at least a day after hatching.
Depthgazer, the clan's seer and Autumnwalker's mate, entered the room and stood by his wife, his eyes instantly focused on the baby.
The hatchling released another squeak and forced her eyes wide open, not giving them enough time to adjust. Her head curled back in pain, but she would not close her eyes. Images that others could not see danced across her vision.
Dunegrasper noticed her oddly shaped pupils. They resembled a goat's.
Depthgazer also saw them, but he noticed something else too. His tail streaked out and flicked across the wall; washable paint spelling out a warning.
Bad luck, he wrote, and his tail swirled back.
For a moment, everyone had frozen. Silence took over.
Swamplurk's face contorted into a painful grimace. Depthgazer had never let her down before, but surely he was wrong this time. There was no way her baby was 'bad luck'.
Dunegrasper obviously felt the same way. "She's perfect," he growled, shooting a threatening glare at Depthgazer.
Depthgazer met his eyes coolly.
"Are you certain of this?" Autumnwalker asked her mate quietly.
He looked at her but said nothing.
Autumnwalker straightened and gestured for Depthgazer to follow as she left the room.
Even when they were gone, the room was still full of tension. 'Bad luck' was still traced across the wall...
Bad Luck: Part 2
The hatchlings grew quickly. The naming ceremony came and went, and the gold dragon received the name of 'Shorestrider', because she frequently visited the beaches. Like her father, she had a peaceable personality. She was shy and usually attempted to stay away from most dragons, instead preferring the company of her Crimson Reef Snail, whom she named 'Streak'.
It was obvious since hatching day that Shorestrider was different from other dragons. She would talk to pets as if they could understand more than they let on, and she would give compliments to beautiful flowers she passed by. Sometimes unlucky things happened to dragons who had spent time around her.
But one of the weirdest things about her was that she did not seem to fully be in reality. She would randomly laugh at nothing, or point at the air, claiming something was there when clearly there was not.
Most dragons tried to be nice to her, but it was difficult to look at her without an odd expression. Some would gossip about her or make up rumors when she and her parents were not close enough to hear, and someone even called her a 'wack-up'.
Of course, Shorestrider did not know why everyone thought she was strange. In order to feel included, she claimed to be the clan's 'treasure hunter', often only bringing back pretty shells or slimy ocean creatures. Those were her treasures, but to everyone else it was just another thing taking up space.
She had her own secluded spot in the lair where she slept and stored items. It was rather pretty, and, although a bit crowded, it was very clean and tidy. Swamplurk had made an opaque, amber-colored door for it so Shorestrider's creatures couldn't get out; but, unfortunately, it just added to Shorestrider's feelings of being separated from others. A soft nest formed of moss was where Shorestrider slept, sometimes curled up with Streak and several other creatures.
Her older sister, now called Growthcrawler, tried to include Shorestrider whenever possible, but other dragons just didn't act normal during conversations or games. Growthcrawler would occasionally walk with Shorestrider along the beaches, chatting and joking with her. These were the few moments Shorestrider actually felt like she belonged, and she treasured them.
Bad Luck: Part 3
The world through Shorestrider's eyes looked very different from what others saw. To her, it was full of vivid colors that were constantly changing, and everything was moving. Even objects that seemed to be perfect stationary vibrated or shifted colors. To anyone else, they would have got a severe headache just seeing for a few seconds what Shorestrider saw constantly. She also saw wind currents, sound waves, static electricty—everything was visible. When she tried to explain it to Growthcrawler, her sister tilted her head and said, "Maybe you can see ultraviolet."
It was more than just ultraviolet. She knew if things were not what they seemed. One time, when she was still a child, she had pointed excitedly at a brown cat and exclaimed, "Daddy, look at the fairy!" When her dad looked, he didn't see a golden fairy with ruby-like butterfly wings and long antennae with flashing bulbs on the tips—he saw a cat. A brown cat at that.
She would also see other things. Strange patterns that whipped through the air and disappeared, or creatures and objects that didn't exist.
Eventually, Shorestrider abandoned the idea of trying to get others to notice all the things she saw. One morning, when she was sitting beneath a tree feeling alone and hopeless, a strange butterfly began to flutter around her head. She watched it as it darted about, splashes of neon color washing across its crystal wings in an evershifting tide.
"Why can't anyone see you?" Shorestrider asked in a low voice.
"When weilded by certain dragons, imagination can become quite powerful," the insect replied, "but not everyone can weild it, much less weild it like you."
"So, everything I see is fake? I just... imagine everything?"
"No. Sometimes you see the elemental energies ever surrounding us. You are very strong in your element; that's why you can hear the plants."
"You mean the humming? Others can't hear that?"
"You understand. Plants are always moving—pulsing with life. You hear it. It sounds like a song or heartbeat. Rotting plants sound like a growl." The butterfly landed gently on a branch. "The nature element also allows some to speak to animals. Regular dragons don't understand that creatures have their own language."
"Why?"
"Many just can't fathom it. Of course, some know about the language, but it is too difficult for them to learn."
Shorestrider looked at her front talons, allowing the information to sink in.
"You know," the butterfly said nonchalantly, "sometimes a dragon would use imagination so skillfully, that things would become real. They were so powerful in their element that it was possible."
Shorestrider looked at him in shock.
"But it is dangerous to be such a dragon," the butterfly warned, shaking one of his legs at her. "Sometimes you could make things that were never meant to be real." He paused to stare hard at Shorestrider. "Dark things."
A chill passed through Shorestrider's body and down her tail as stories about the Shade pushed into her mind. Could the Shade have possibly been something that a dragon... imagined?
"You needn't worry though," the bug continued, returning to his cheerful voice and breaking Shorestrider from her thoughts. "Only Fae dragons could do that, and many were captured and contained in magical lamps that are kept in secure Gaolor prisons. Nobody knows where to find the prisons either. They could be miles under the earth by now..."
"Fae," Shorestrider murmured, still uneasy. Her mother was a Fae dragon.
"Shorestrider!" a voice called, and she whipped her head toward the voice. It was Growthcrawler gesturing for her to come over.
When she glanced back at the branch, the butterfly had already vanished.
Bad Luck: Part 4
Shorestrider squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to see what was around her.
She had woken to darkness, with emotions rumbling around her. Patience, fear, and sadness swirled around her, grabbing at her... But the strongest force was... rage... Never had she encountered anger so powerful as right now. Her head throbbed and she felt pinned down.
Finally, she forced her eyes open and allowed them to adjust to the light. It was incredibly dark in the cavern, and the stone walls were a blue gray instead of the bright yellow she was used to seeing. It hurt her head even more to see the dull color. Was this what others saw? Just a pale... gray?
Grimacing, she pushed up from the ground and tried to shake off the weight of the emotions.
Attempting to remember what had happened was no use, and a sickening dread began to spread into her mind. Where was she? And more importantly, how did she get here?
A faint memory flickered into the back of her head, and she tried to hold it lest it disappear again. There was a staircase. Yes. There was a staircase. In the ground... Yes, she remembered that. Shorestrider had been walking through the woods when it appeared. But did I go down it?
The memory ended there. If she did go down it, Shorestrider had the uneasy feeling that she didn't do it willingly.
Something seemed to tug at her, and she swiveled her head to peer across the room. A lone tunnel twisted away, with fog pouring out of it mysteriously. Whispering voices crept forward, as if several dragons were hiding there.
Having nowhere else to go, Shorestrider sucked in some of the cold, dusty air and started down the new hallway. She needed to get out, and so far her best bet was simply to wander.
Almost immediately, Shorestrider took a left turn and found herself in a brighter room. The air still smelled old, as if no dragon had been there for a long time, but there was at least a soft golden color emanating from several objects. Finally, some color. Taking a closer look, Shorestrider noticed that the small objects were each sitting on their own pedestal. They looked like some sort of teapot. A few of the kettle-like things were silver, but most of them were a glowing golden. The rest of the circular room looked like a swirly white color, perhaps some type of marble.
The voices returned unexpectedly, pushing their loud shouts into Shorestrider's mind. Terrified, Shorestrider instinctively backed up and knocked one of the monuments to the floor.
Crack!
Chills raced up the poor Mirror's spine, and she froze. The voices instantly cut off again.
Bad Luck: Part 5
Something tapped Shorestrider's shoulder gently and her blood turned to ice; she could no longer move.
"Excuse me, madam," a gentlemanly voice said.
A few moments passed, then Shorestrider robotically turned to face whoever had found her. She was surprised to see an enormous Fae dragon with black wings and a dark blue body, completely flecked with glowing star patterns. He must have been the largest Fae in the world, for the dragon was larger than herself. He gazed at her with his magenta eyes and smiled politely, which was unnatural for many Fae dragons.
"Hi there," he said kindly.
Even though he looked friendly in almost all regards, his frills spelled a different story. Shorestrider had spent her whole life around her mother, and she knew instantly that the Fae dragon was very, very angry. Besides the position of his frills, his eyes had a deadly gleam and he was trembling slightly in rage. Shorestrider wanted to get away, and fast.
"My name is Starseeker."
Shorestrider took a step back as he offered a claw for a handshake. She felt like a weak rabbit cornered by a vicious wolf who was taunting his victim before devouring her.
Starseeker blinked, then took a deep breath to calm himself and let it out slowly. "Can-"
"Why are you angry?" Shorestrider asked in a low voice, desperately seeking any disraction even though she knew that probably would not help.
"'Angry'?" Starseeker asked in shock (or, at least, other dragons would have believed he was shocked). "I'm not angry."
Shorestrider didn't answer, letting her eyes search for an opening of escape. The maze-like caverns and the huge Fae were seriously freaking her out, and her talons were shaking in fear.
"Can you navigate these halls?" Starseeker inquired, still not letting the anger into his voice.
Shorestrider forced herself to meet his eyes. "No."
He nodded. "I can help. I know the way through this place."
Shorestrider gulped.
"I can tell you don't trust me... Really, you have nothing to fear." Starseeker stepped out of her way and gestured for her to move past him, still keeping the deceptive smile on his face.
Shorestrider watched him closely but did not move. Her mind raced as she pondered what to do. If she tried to flee, where would she go? Would she just end up in a dead-end and enrage the Fae even more than she probably already had? But if she didn't try, then what? Finally she decided to play along. The worst that could happen was him killing her, which he could have already done several times. She dipped her head and relaxed her wings, which had been tightly folded against her side; but her eyes were still watching him cautiously.
Starseeker turned around, giving Shorestrider ample chance to attack if she desired.
She was firmly rooted to the spot, so Starseeker finally moved forward.
Shorestrider obediently trailed after him.
The Seasonwakers: Part 1

You see a Skydancer walking along the road, heading back towards the way you already came.
"Pardon me," Unguentum says politely, dipping his head at you as he passes.
Unguentum Medallion Gladeshadow
He is a humble tailor.
"If one believes that he has a reason to be evil, then I have better reason to be wary of him."
Even though Unguentum often has a rather quiet, polite personality, he has been known to be quite a goof around those he knows well. He is very silly and always tries to see things in a new way, and he usually tries to make puns or tell jokes, though they rarely seem funny. He smiles a lot. He is rather awkward when meeting someone new however, and he is shy.
Unlike a few couples at the Province, Unguentum did not fall in love until he had lived in the area for a long time. Originally, he didn't even like the girl he ended up marrying, mostly due to the fact that she immediately loathed him. After a perilous adventure that forced the two to work together, they were shocked at how much they both had in common. Pondscum began to see that she had misjudged him at first; he was actually a very nice dragon! After being friends for a time, Unguentum confessed that he had fallen in love with her, and they got married shortly after. Unguentum has always had high moral standards, and he greatly appreciates knowledge. Because of his quest to find wisdom, he was drawn toward dragons of the light element. He stayed with them for a long time before his journey landed him in the Gladeshadow Province.

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Story: First Impressions
Unguentum sensed something behind him as a shadow rolled across the herbs he had been looking at. "Hi," he said casually, then turned to see what was there.
A marsh monster had risen from the swamp, its body covered with mud and bog plants. Leaves and sticks poked out at various positions, causing the creature to look like a formless blob. Two blazing yellow-green eyes glared out at him.
Unguentum was unconcerned, however. Upon closer inspection, the being was revealed to be nothing more than a very dirty Nocturne.
Trying to be as polite as he could, Unguentum smiled and respectfully dipped his head. "Please don't mind me, I'm just passing through the swamp to get some plants. I'll be out of your... leaves in a moment."
The Nocturne narrowed its eyes. "That's it?" the Nocturne said, finally revealing herself as a female. She seemed disappointed. Obviously, she had expected a different reaction.
Unguentum sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose slightly in reflex.
Now the Nocturne was even more upset. "I'm sorry, does something smell bad here?"
"I never said-"
The Nocturne narrowed her eyes even more, then dove downward into the murky water, immediately vanishing from view.
Sanctus Edge

You peer into the swamp, thinking that perhaps some animal had run past.
Suddenly, a monster rises from the mud, her shining eyes flickering mischievously. As you stumble backward, Pondscum laughs. "Ha! I really got you good, didn't I?"
Pondscum Algae Windwalker Gladeshadow
She is a guard.
"They judge the mud for its looks, yet they forget all the uses it has."
Pondscum earned her name because of her tendency to root around in the marshlands by the village. She highly enjoys swimming around in the murky green waters or digging in the soft mud. Because she spends so much time in the swamp, algae and other plants have grown onto her scales. Sometimes during the night, one can see Pondscum's glowing eyes staring out at them from the mists. She is fantastic at stealth work, and nothing goes on by her filthy home that she doesn't know of. She is a big fan of Luminax and always attends LuminaxCon each year.
Although Pondscum once had feelings for a Gaoler, she never told him and he ended up moving away. She tried to act like it didn't bother her, but she did feel terrible afterwards and sunk into the swamp to try and drown out her grief. She met Unguentum shortly after, and she instantly disliked him. However, after she got to know him better, she realized how kind he was. They got married after being friends for a long time.
Pondscum could care less about the different Flights and their elements, but she can be won over with the promise of a good swamp spilling over with water, earth, and nature.
"Face it: you're gonna get dirty at some point."

Summerblazer
Moss Golem
Plantation Guardian
??? Barkovich Gladeshadow

Nautilus
"The sea called out, and I followed.

Another lucky self-hatch; Leviathan's little brother.

Prince of the Drowning Void (a deep ocean ravine)

His pet is a coral-encrusted behemoth.

How the freaking even?! Like, what? My first noc egg hatched!

"Let's go drown together, darling."

Leviathan Cascade

A combination of the names Jonathan and Levi... Oh, wait...

Prince of the Deep Sanctum
(Observatory, Vault, Crypt, Opera)
In lore, his pet is a sea wisp.

All was silent, all was still. But the emptiness was what woke him. A chill traced across his spine, making his fur bristle and his nose twitch. He opened his eyes wide. He was in the room, alone; beside him, nothing breathed softly. He slid down from the bed, checking it for the dragon that was no longer there. Where was his brother?

Another coldness crept into his body. Too quiet. The screaming was silent, but he still felt it shake his body in fear. All that could be heard was the ocean, its waves gently crashing onto the shore.

He stumbled outside, toward the water.

There was another rippling scream, and this time he tripped because of it. But still, all he could hear was the ocean.

Then came another kind of silence. He felt choked, but still tried to reach the sea. All was quiet. Too quiet. Too late...

A wail slashed harshly through the night.

He has a little brother~

His wife is a lovely princess. Princess of the Kelp Flats

"These mines are endless..."

~ Infinite Amethyst ~
B I J O U X

Skilled in craftmanship, she is able to create useful tools and elaborate figurines from the things she mines.

She lives in an ancient labyrinth deep beneath the surface, where ore deposits seem limitless.

Accustomed to the dark and damp, she typically refrains from coming above ground.

The rumbling quakes lull her to sleep...

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