Bloomthorn

Bloom and Thorn run a high-stakes poker game which relies on a combination of gossip and magical messaging to get notifications out to interested parties/players. The buy-in is considerable, and the funds are kept safe by an elaborate warding system set up by Oak and Rowan. The gambling area is very much off limits to any non-fully-adult and has been heavily warded to enforce not just an age limit, but anyone not keyed in, vouched for and depositing an appropriate initial sum.

It is possible to get loans, but due to Bloomthorn's lack of trust and severe sense of humor the interest is not usually in money, but in highly amusing and/or embarrassing antics which must be "paid" in advance. Thus she can consider any lost monies having "paid" for the performance. She has been known to outright forgive a loan on the spot if the "interest" is amusing enough, but be warned - she has a very warped sense of humor.

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Ribbon/Sarcophagus/Fangs #4155848

Bloomthorn lay at the edge of the Beta cave. She had woken up early, hearing a messenger come in and drop something off to Chief Dawnsblood. She had been here for a while, curious and not particularly trying to conceal it. Bloom, the three-eyed left head, was the first to hear the footsteps behind her as Dawnsblood walked up to her. Thorn, the two-eyed right head, turned to look as well. "Bloomthorn, I wish to see you in my office," she said, turning around as Bloomthorn quickly got up and followed.

Once in the office, Chief Dawnsblood closed the door. "Bloomthorn, I must formally congratulate you on being the first Beta Arberration of the Ark to be sent off to a new clan," she says, her right head doing most of the talking. "Your new station will be in the Nature Flight with a newly formed clan. You will help them grow as well as spread the power and word of the Ark of Aberration. You will be taken in alongside a Tundra from the Forgotten Kingdom. However, since he is no longer directly a part of the Forgotten Kingdom, you are expected to treat him as a possible ally. You do not have to get along, but it may be in your best interest to do so. He is a half-demon and could prove a useful friend and ally should you choose to befriend him." She takes a breath. "Mother and father wish to see you before you embark on your journey." She pulls Bloomthorn into a hug. "I'm gonna miss you, sister. It'll be weird not having you around, but I hope you do well in your new clan."

"Thank you," Bloom says. Thorn only nods. "I'll go see mother and father now."

She leaves Dawnsblood's office and makes her way to the entrance of the Beta cave. She spreads her wings and leaps into the air. She flies up to the Alpha cave, where her mother and father sat waiting.

"Bloomthorn, congratulations!" Her mother, the female Alpha, Wail, cries. Her right head is tucked into the fur on her back, paralyzed by an unknown cause. "I'm so proud of you! You get to go out and help a new clan form and grow! Here, before you go, take this. The flight to Nature will be a quick one, but I imagine you might get hungry along the way." Wail hands Bloomthorn a bag of food.

"Thank you, mother," Bloom says, as Thorn whispers a quiet "thank you."

"I hope you will write to us," her father, the male Alpha, Smokewreath, right head says, his left head tangled in the bandages that cover it. "I've always wondered what the Nature Flight was like, especially since Plague always talked so negatively about them. I wonder if they really are as bad as the Plague Flight says."

"I'll write to you when I can," Bloomthorn says.

"Also, here, take this," her father says, handing her a stag figurine. "I hope your journey to the Nature Flight is swift and safe." He turns his right head to stare at the left one struggling to get the bandages correct and sighs.

"Thank you, father." Bloomthorn spreads her wings. "I'll be heading to the inn, now. I don't want to be late. Goodbye."

"Be safe!" Her mother calls. "And Smokewreath how in the HECK did your head get so tangled up?!"

Bloomthorn can't help the small chuckle that escapes her as she comes across the inns.

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Ark of Abberation Generation II

Wail+Smokewreath (Gen 1) > Bloomthorn (Gen 2)

I am registered into the Ark of Aberration!
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/3171341/3

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Bloomthorn is a cheerfully aggressive warrior, liking nothing better than to utterly slaughter her opponents. As this severely bends the safety concerns of the Coliseum's practice rules, she is content that her entry fee is essentially in various potions of healing. She doesn't make them, her clan sib's alchemists do. They hate actual Coli, but due to their regular contributions of potions, BattleMaster Ossia is content to leave things as they are for now.

She at first was not impressed by the advances of her Clan-sib ClawRake, but as he has gone to considerable effort to work up his Coli skills and has formally joined the ARK, she finds him more and more interesting. She is quite pleased that so many of her new clan are interested in becoming part of the ARK.

Bloom, the three-eyed left head, is the more forceful, and Thorn, the right head, is rather more thoughtful. They are generally in accord; however Thorn's habit of eating, or at least tasting pretty much anything would be much less annoying to Bloom if they both didn't end up sharing the stomach aches that fairly frequent accompany such gastric adventures.

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Hatchling letters

#1
To: Wail
From: Bloomthorn (but mostly Bloom because Thorn is too busy tasting every new type of meat she can, and a few things that really don't look edible and some of them smell even worse)

In a neat hand: She healed me!
in scribbles possibly made with a blood-and-sauce soaked talon: Start at the beginning; she won't even know what you are talking about
In a neat hand: Matriarch Moonrun and first Consort WitCloud were very welcoming
In scribbles: That's not who healed us.
In a neat hand: You wanted me to start at the beginning.
In scribbles: Not THAT far back
In a neat hand: Well if you are going to be so picky about it, you tell it
Lower down on the page in a bold hand, and with no more stains on the parchment: Battlemaster Ossia and Healer PetalOfTheWind wanted to guide us gently into the Arena. They stayed by our sides as others gave us looks - you know the ones we mean. Anyway, once the fighting started, it was glorious
In a neat hand: We did do very well. Mother, Father, you would be proud!
In the bold hand: During the fight, Ossia and I were the most active; and PetalOfTheWind was more providing support. I got cut.
In a neat hand: Actually it was me. You were quicker to dodge.
In the bold hand: Well, true but you did well also. Anyway, we hadn't realized that we were bleeding pretty badly.
In a neat hand: Then PetalOfTheWind put her talons on us.
In a bold hand: I admit, I was worried she would betray us.
In a neat hand: She didn't even hesitate, her energy wrapped around the wounds, everything healed up.
In a bold hand: Some of my old scars are gone. I'm not sure if I like that.
In a neat hand: So that's what I meant, she healed us.
In a bold hand: I'm hungry. We will write more later.
In a neat hand: Well stay safe and strong!

Love, Bloomthorn