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Crackle

Backstory

From the second Crackle hatched from her egg she knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to leave her clan and go to a Clan lacking a Lightning Representative. Crackle grew up with this resolution, her life planned out before her. She knew that this was what she desired, nothing else seemed to compare, or fit her personality quite as well. She also realised that she had a way with familiars. They answered to her beck and call, more affectionate to her than any other dragon in the clan. They called her 'Tamer' and would often dip their heads and whisper that word in respect for her. Crackle loved this. She spent a lot of her time with the Familiars. They understood her better than any dragon ever could and followed her whenever she came near, like constant shadows. When the time came for her to leave, out of all the members of the clan, the familiars were the saddest to see her leave. They thanked her for her time, told her how just being near her had been an honour. Crackle accepted this, although it confused her greatly. Why did the Familiars seem to worship her? Was was so special about her that she was a god in their eyes? After they had all said their goodbyes, Crackle left. It was a warm day and she set out in good spirits about her journey.

After days of walking,flying and swimming across near deserted Clan lands to reach her goal. While she had travelled, Crackle had noticed that a particular Familiar had followed her across the sea, through the sky and over rough terrain. She could see it beside her now. A River Flight. Its adoring eyes glanced up at her every so often, as though it thought her to powerful to watch. It seemed completely awed by her, yet unable to break away from her presence. Crackle appreciated the company. Some nights, when it had been cold, she had felt the soft, warm form of the familiar snuggling into her underwing , but by morning it was always slightly apart from her, usually shaking its wings from an early morning swim. Crackle smiled as she thought this over. Looking around, she realised she was in Arcane Territory. She could feel the spinning magic arcing through the air around her. It made her shiver in expectation. She could sense dragons near by. A Clan! Finally! Her pace immediately picked up when she saw a cluster of dragons up ahead, chatting to each other companionably. As Crackle made her way into the midst of them, she instantly felt at home.


The Lightning Representative

Crackle was welcomed like a queen into the clan. They loved her ways, and her goal. They accepted her to be their Lightning Representative, to teach them the ways of Lightning magic. Crackle was constantly surrounded by this magic, it whizzed around her feathered wings and carried her in flight. She enjoyed showing her new clan members the ways of the ancient magic, and how it could be used. She explained how it could be used to change the weather, to make a warm day into one plagued by storms. Her familiar was watchful when she was giving demonstrations and often flicked its wings in wonder when she sent an arc of lighting into a nearby tree. The time came for her to go to a meeting with the other representatives, to meet with another clan. She was nervously excited about this, grinning from ear to ear as she made the long flight to the Peaceful Glade. Once she arrived, Crackle felt the strong magic in the air, it shivered down her scales, filling them with some unseen power that caused her feathers to stand on end. She cast her eyes around the glade, her gaze landing on a large, glowing light blue stone. It shone brightly in the moonlight, giving off a faint blue light that dyed the grass around it. Perched on top of this rock sat an old Guardian. Her scales were stained with the colour of the sky, her eyes as pure as the clouds. She held a tattered runestone in her left talon, cupping it protectively to her chest. Crackle took her seat amongst the gathered dragons and waited for the Meeting to start.

A Gathering by the Stars

The Guardian spread her wings, instantly coaxing the circle of watchful dragons around her to silence. She folded them neatly against her back and began to speak "Representatives, welcome to the Peaceful Glade, tonight, under the watchful eye of the Moon and Star Godesses, we begin this meeting" she said in a silky smooth voice. Crackle shifted where she sat, something about her voice gently commanded authority, as if she was not aware of it. "Tonight, as in every Full Moon meeting, we shall approach the magics of our Flights, we must be in tune with each other's strengths and weaknesses, so that, if ever we are needed, we can be there for our neighbouring Clans" she said softly, her voice carrying through the air despite its low tone. Rankle noticed the other Representatives standing and did the same. They were clustering into groups, changing formations and standing carefully by other Representatives of their own Flights. A collective cry went up, into the air, followed by a whooshing of feathered and scaled wings. A blast of magic was being sent to the centre of the glade, above the Guardian, who by now was sitting beside the rock, her white eyes focused on something unseen above her. Crackle imbued her magic with the other Representatives, watching the light blue magic take the form of their Deity as it flew gracefully towards the centre. The Deities of the other Flights followed, weaving between each other as if alive, and then, circling the glowing stone. Crackle watched in awe, the magic in the air buzzed all around her. The trees whistled in the wind, the grass swayed to a silent music as she watched, transfixed, at the swirling magic above the Stone. As one, the different colours swung inwards, colliding with a puff of colourful smoke, forming a ball of magic, sizzling and spitting in the night sky. The Guardian held her Talons above her head, speaking a dialect that Crackle had never heard before. The rune blazed with golden light in her palm, shimmering with energy. Crackle rose up to her full height, caught up on the excellence of the display. The ball was now descending, straight towards the stone. It landed without a sound, a rainbow coloured light shining through the forest, before all light disappeared to the darkness of the night.

Tamer

Crackle was filled with energy for days after the Meeting, unable too sleep or get tired as the sheer thought of what she had witnessed bounced through her mind. Through all of this, the Familiars of her new clan followed her, more now than ever before. She accepted them, enjoying there company as much as they enjoyed hers. She would spread her wings and watch as half a dozen of them soaked up the magic that pulsed through her scales, muttering "Tamer" continuously. Crackle began to talk to the Familiars, they became her closest friends in the clan. Her cave was always swarming with them. She told them stories, showed them her magic, taught them in the ways of dragons. One memory of this sticks out to Crackle, the day something extraordinary happened, something that has never happened since. Crackle was telling the swarm of excited Familiars before her a short story about how Lightning Magic worked, when the familiar on her shoulder, the River Flight that she had now called Oscar, spoke. His voice was simple and a bit jumbled, but, quite clearly, said "More story?" In a high pitched voice. His furry muzzle was curled into a sharp toothed grin, as if he was impressed at what he had just done. Crackle stiffened, she turned her head to stare at the overawed creature, confusion written onto her face. Had he spoke? Had she imagined it? Surely he hadn't? These questions whizzed around her mind before she shook her wings to clear them "You speak?" She said uncertainly, looking at the River Flight in a new light. Oscar blinked, then looked up at her in confusion. He hadn't understood what she had said. "You can speak?" She asked again, slower this time. He smiled and nodded, just as slow. Crackle threw her gaze over the assembled Familiars, each of them was watching her eagerly. Did they all have the power to speak? Maybe only Oscar? Maybe only some of them? Whichever Familiars could, it was her job to find out.

By Kiradog234

@Kiradog234 Dragon: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8464155] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/84642/8464155_350.png[/img] [/url] Length: Medium Decoration?: No thank you Important info about the dragon: Scorpio loves poems and recites them at ramdom times, often making up his own. He especially loves Haikus as those are often emotional like his past. I havent planned that part yet but I would like for him to have a harsh past! He goes around towns, selling and sharing his poems skills for a living. Perspective: Third person Payment method: Treasure

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@Kiradog234

Thank you so much! It is amazing!

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@Kiradog234 Loved it so much I'm back for more. :D Dragon: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25400639] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/254007/25400639_350.png[/img] [/url] Length: Medium Decoration?: Nope, already got an outline ready for lore. Important info about the dragon: job is Ice Representative and Ambassador of the Aurora Clan Perspective: Third person Payment method: Treasure

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This was so fun to write, that I wrote extra XD

Blizzard

Backstory

Blizzard was born to a happy clan. Their Deity granted them immunity against sickness, made their hunting plentiful and gifted them with the best colours and genes. This was because the clan had worshipped the deity for so long. Their worshipping could be traced back to the very first dragons in the world, all of which had remained firefly loyal to the deity. This Clan was privileged beyond imagination, even the weather surrounding them was different to that of the surrounding valley. Blizzard loved this. She, like all the other dragons, loved her Deity, the IceWarden. She spoke to him every night, holding a precious runestone he had given them to communicate. She spoke of her life in the Clan, of their good fortunes because of him. Her pearl, which was constantly clutched in her claws, was decorated with the Deities symbols, coloured to show his scales. As Blizzard grew, she yearned for adventure, but she didn't want to abandon her Deity by moving to another flight. So, instead she came up with an idea. She relayed it to the IceWarden that night, explaining in great detail her plan. She had decided that she would travel to other clans to teach them how to be happy, and live their lives to the fullest. She set off the following morning, to cheering and excited farewells. She carried her precious pearl in her Talons, hugging it to her chest. She looked up as she ascended above the clouds. All at once she could see her Deity, a mist cloaked figure looming above her as she flew. His eyes smiled down at her, tail swishing in the breeze. She opened her mouth, speechless, too overawed to react. He flared his nostrils and breathed down on her, surrounding her in a mist like the one around him. She felt a powerful energy inside her, then her pearl turned into a rune, a communication stone. She looked down at it, still the same size and shape, but looking and feeling exactly like the treasured runestone. "Good luck on your journey" she heard in her mind. The Deity faded into the air, the only evidence he had even been there resided in Blizzards memory. She flew in an excited daze for a while, her mind running over what she had seen. She flicked her tail and shook her scales. Her Deity had blessed her journey! She spun a spiral in the air, laughing in happiness before speeding up to start her quest.

A Clan In Need of Help

Blizzard travelled for two months. She ran into a few clans, most of which only needed her optimistic attitude for a few days before they were completely cured of any hatred or sadness that had plagued them. She had made her rounds of most of the IceWardens Domain when she came into view of a dispirited clan, badly in need of her assistance. When she landed, Blizzard immediately noticed the lack of prey and sunlight. The few trees that survived in the harsh, frozen climate had grown in spindly and weak, with no red berries decorating their bark less branches. It was strange to Blizzard. The clan that she had grown up in had been surrounded by thick, dark green pine and fir trees, towering over the main Lair like mountains. She could almost smell the sweet scent that poured from their rich bark, the feel of the slim, sharp needles they produced. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath to swallow the pang of homesickness that had overwhelmed her moments before. She folded her wings neatly against her smooth scaled back and walked forwards, into the snow
coated clearing that she guessed was the camps main area. She was surprised at first. There seemed to be barely any dragons in sight, except a few shivering faes and imperials. She scraped one claw against the ground. It was frozen solid, like very thick ice, unyielding and hard to break. The air around her swam with misfortune and hard times but Blizzard was determined to turn this clans bad luck around, to make them as well built and happy as she could. Already, the smell of plump, roasting meat filled her senses, clawfuls of ripe berries fell from the trees around her, a picture of beauty in the snow covered ground. She opened her eyes. That's what this clan could be like, Blizzard thought, shaking the light covering of frost from her wings and striding into the clearing.

A Harsh Winter

Blizzard whisked her tail along the ground, if anything it had gotten even more solid than before. Her eyes trailed over the dragons around her as she made her way towards a slim dragon sitting poised on an intricately carved throne. The Matriarchs curious gaze landed on Blizzard, she watched excitedly as his eyes flew over her, scanning her pearl for an extra few seconds. She smiled her brightest smile and bowed gracefully before him, spreading her wings around her in respect. "Matriarch, I am Blizzard of The IceWarden, here to aid your clan in the quest for happiness!" She said, moving her pearl from talon to talon in excitement. Her mind whizzed with ideas for the clan as she waited for the Matriarchs reply. Her voice was stronger than Blizzard had expected "Happiness? Amidst this preyless burial ground?" She said, lifting herself up straighter, head held proudly. Her great wings were draped around her shoulders like a huge blanket, framing her sharp features nicely. She seemed to be thinking about her next words. Blizzard curled her tail around her legs to stop herself from blurting out her ideas, nothing was more exciting than making new friends! "Yes, you may stay" Her eyes saddened "Do anything you can, we can't last much longer" Suddenly she looked much older, frailer, desperate for a miracle. Blizzard took note in the change in herand lowered her own head slightly "Don't worry, matriarch, I will do my best" she promised, sitting up on her backlegs then standing. The Matriarch nodded, saying nothing else, then returned her eyes to the few dragons scattered around the clearing. Blizzards heart swelled with excitement. A clan really in need of her help! Finally! She spun around to face the Clans inhabitants and walked into their midst.

A Miracle

Blizzard stretched her wings in the early morning sky. It was now her fourth day in the Clan. Did the sun look brighter? The trees healthier? Or was it just her? Either way, she was certain things were getting better. Even now, flying above the Clan she could see more dragons than before. Since she had arrived, three healthy nests had hatched, bringing ten new members to the clan. She could feel the IceWardens breath on her wings, lifting her spirits as well as her wings in flight. She landed in the clearing and shook her scales, enjoying the chill rush that spread through her wings with the movement. Some hatchlings tumbled towards her laughing as they play fought with silk soft paws and blunt Talons. Blizzard smiled, tempted to join in, even though she was no longer a hatchling. The Matriarch was sitting higher on her throne, a rare smile showing on her strong features as she observed the hatchlings before her. A shadow moved at the corner of her eye, and before she knew it, she was shoved aside by a male pearlcatcher. "S-sorry!" She shouted after him, thinking she had gotten in his way. His only reply was a thunderous growl and a show of snow bright fangs. Blizzard frowned, wondering what was wrong with the Pearlcatcher. An older dragon came towards her, his dark wings standing out starkly against the snow. "Leave him be, Blizzard, that's Ikilen, he's better left alone" the dragon spoke with distaste. Blizzard looked at Ikilens retreating back, noticed how awkwardly he held his pearl. There was something strange about it, different to how she held her own. Then she realised. He held it like the WindSingers pearlcatchers did, completely different to the IceWardens. Blizzard glanced down at her own pearl, held tightly in her claws. Ikilens was held in his tail, wrapped in the nimble end of it. Even from where he now was, Blizzard could feel a deep sadness radiating from him like smoke, billowing all around his frame. She shook her scales and turned away, it was time to assemble the gathering team. She smiled at the thought, the clan was getting better by the hour! She was sure of it!

Ikilen

Blizzard had been in the clan for two weeks now. The trees had grown considerably and buds had sprouted on their isolated branches. More dragons had joined the clan after being found, struck in a snowstorm at the top of a sharp edged cliff. Blizzard sat at the top of this cliff, a gentle breeze playing with the snow around her. She held her transformed pearl up to the light, the clan was gathered behind her, watching anxiously, the only one not looking happy about the occasion was Ikilen, scowling, as usual, at the far side of the crowd. The Matriarch sat near the front, her scales full of colour, bright silks cascading down from her frame. Blizzard took a deep breath to calm herself, to control the smile spreading along her face. She closed her eyes and muttered the words of the IceWarden "Lord of Ice, Lord of Snow, show us the way in which the North Star will Glow" At first nothing happened, although Blizzard could feel a suspense in the air, rippling all around her in invisible waves. The air at the edge of the cliff shimmered, then lit up in a light blue. A flash of white light later, and a familiar mist coated shape sat before her, gazing at each member of the Clan in turn. Collectively, they all bowed, pressing their Talons deep into the ground as a mark of respect. Even Ikilen, still scowling, lowered himself to the cold earth, shivering at the icy feel of the ground. Blizzard dipped her head and outstretched her wings under the IceWardens gaze, then spoke "IceWarden, this Clan have faced hard times, let these times end! Let the, rejoice in full hunting grounds and disease free lands!"'she chirped, eyes wide with awe. The IceWarden surveyed her through twinkling eyes, an unimaginably powerful aura pouring from his scales. He spread great wings and flapped them once, sending a cold breeze around the dragons, he had given the Clan his blessing. Blizzard bowed low again, her pearl still held up to the light as the IceWardens shadow disappeared once more.

There was an instant change in the clan. They had returned from the isolated peak and back to the clearing, their scales gleaming, smiles dancing from face to face. There was an unusual spark in their eyes, indicating their brightened hearts and sky high emotions. Every dragon seems happy, except Ikilen. When Blizzard had looked at him during the IceWardens visit, she had noticed something about him that she had never seen before. He was desperately sad. The kind of sadness that is hidden behind a scowl of hatred, a growl of annoyance. Everything came clear to her in a second. The Pearlcatcher wasn't angry, he was mourning. But why, exactly this was, Blizzard didn't know. She watched him retreat to his den, a small, sunlit chamber by the brightest side of the forest. Blizzard made her way to the Lair, stepping inside without invitation. A glare greeted her from the depths of the den, and instantly Blizzard felt as if she had done something wrong. "S-sorry, I'll just..." she cut off. He hadn't attacked, that only confirmed her theory. She turned back to him and looked into his eyes. She saw confirmation of her thoughts. The anger wasn't real, it was all a show. She gulped to hide her fluttering heart, he really did have nice eyes, and bright scales, like snow hit by moonlight. In that moment, she felt connected to him, in the same second that his eyes softened. She took a step forwards and put her wings around him. His scales were like ice itself. He wasn't used o the harsh weather of the Ice Domain, that much was obvious. Blizzard found herself smiling, Ikilen hadn't pulled away, he was lonely. She felt him sigh, a silent tear rolled down his cheek on only the ground, followed by him sitting down and embracing her as well. They sat like that for the rest of the day, talking to each other and getting to know each other. Blizzard was thrilled that she had made a friend of Ikilen, but when she learned his backstory, she understood why he had rejected his clan mates. He told her about the exile from his birth clan, for something that was not his fault, how he had grown up alone, facing the elements, then stumbled into this clan, where he was completely ignored by his peers. Blizzard listened to his story, remembering every detail, then made it her goal to cheer him up, which she enjoyed. Blizzard quickly realised that Ikilen had a knack for sarcasm and was very quick witted, but stubborn. Like her own loyalty to the IceWarden, Ikilen kept strictly loyal to the WindSinger, refusing to do any of the, as he called then, "Ice things" that Blizzard asked of him, instead opting to do it himself in the WindSinger way. Apart from this, the two got along very well. They were rarely ever apart and spent their time watching the Clan grow and prosper. When the Matriarch was stronger, she took full control over the Clan, with Blizzard as her Advisor and Organiser. Blizzard carried this role out ecstatically, whipping through the air with her plans and ideas flying through her scales. As well as this, Blizzard often took it upon herself to wake other dragons each morning, ensuring they were wide awake and ready for work. She loved the clan and its inhabitants and much as she loved the IceWarden himself, unconditionally.

By Kiradog234

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