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@Gurepu

This is Bordeux's piece, inclusive of the parts that are same to Haru's. Hope you like it! I'll put Haru's piece in a post beneath this one.


From young, Bordeux knew she was different from the other hatchlings in the Clan. While the others could play and laugh their childhood away, Bordeux was constantly seeing visions of death. Not just any death, but death of her Clanmates. For example, she knew that old scavenging Skydancer would die of a viper bite, and her warrior sister would one day be defeated in the Coliseum and be too wounded to live.

And those visions haunted her.

Is there a way to stop these visions? The young Bordeux thought every day. However, as much as she wanted to stop seeing the visions, she did not dare voice them out, for fear that she would be branded a Shade hatchling and cast out. Thus, throughout her childhood, she quietly suffered the visions and did not utter a single word.

-- -- --

After she grew into a powerful teenage Imperial and opened her eyes to the world beyond her home Clan, he thought of ways to stop the visions. Since the visions were of death, if she prevented the death of those dragons, she would stop having those visions, would he not?

She began seeing a lot of visions of her sister, Star’s death, and was determined to save her sister from the death in the Coliseum. She tagged along the team as they fought in the Arena. Apart from her sister, the other two dragons were a tall Ridgeback, Dash, the best warrior in the Clan; and Raisha, a young dragon training to be a warrior along with them.

As an Undying Featherback appeared to challenge them, Dash hurriedly commanded, “Raisha! Go to the back with Bordeux. Stay with her no matter what. Stay out of this battle. Bosses are too dangerous for you!” As he spoke, Star got into a battle ready position.

Bordeux and Raisha huddled in the shadows and watched two of the best warriors tackle the Featherback. She watched Star’s motions carefully, in case this was the battle where she had the vision of her getting really wounded in.

She saw the attack before Star did. As the Featherback threw Dash off its head, it was disoriented, and charged blindly. Star was focused on trying to get to Dash, and did not see the Featherback charging into her path.

No!

Bordeux leaped out of the bush and rushed forward, and pushed Star forward and out of the charging beast’s path. The two siblings sprawled on the ground, and Bordeux was about to flash a smile of victory when a bone-chilling scream echoed throughout the Arena.

She felt her blood turn to ice, and turning around, she saw Raisha lying limply on the ground, blood pouring from a gash in her side. She could see that Raisha was barely breathing. The Undying Featherback had had enough of fighting and was already gone.

Bordeux remembered what Dash had told Raisha. Stay with her no matter what. He felt his knees buckle beneath him. She followed me out of hiding. I thought I had gotten Star out of the way but Raisha was still there!

Dash and Star did not question what happened, but it was clear they thought she was in some way responsible for the death of the young warrior.

-- -- --

This is how it works, isn’t it? Bordeux asked herself, looking up at the stars that no longer seemed so bright anymore. I defy fate and save a dragon, and another dragon dies in their place. A dragon who does not deserve to die, instead dies in their place.

Bordeux sighed. I cannot let anymore dragons die when they aren’t supposed to! She gritted her teeth. No matter what, I’ll deal with the visions if I have to do so for eternity! I cannot let anymore dragons die when they aren’t supposed to!

-- -- --

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

- - - - -

“Haru!” Bordeux’s voice came towards him through the foliage of the jungle. “It came again.” The female slipped into the clearing her mate was in, her eyes wide.

“What is it?” Haru asked, not as worried as his mate because he had been in this situation many times before, just like Bordeux. But this time she seemed a little more worried and scared than usual.

“You’re going to die,” she gasped, clutching his arm. “I saw a forest. Identical to this one. And there was a horde of BeastClans that attacked. Its leader slashed your throat and you fell from the air. I couldn’t save you in that vision.”

4.31pm. 7th October.

“I had a vision, too,” he answered. “In three hours, today. You’re going to die. This means we are probably going to die today, together.”

Bordeux was shaking her head. “No. I don’t want to die.” Her eyes now brimmed with tears, and she looked up fearfully at him. “Do you think...We can somehow alter the events such that we won’t die?”

- - - - -

Bordeux stood as still as possible, watching the dragon decoy’s leaf wings flutter in the faint breeze. Above her, somewhere high up in the canopy, Haru was lying in ambush, waiting to launch an all-out aerial attack from above the moment the BeastClans headed towards the decoy dragon. And here, Bordeux was going to use her magic to shield the both of them, and also launch magical attacks whenever she could. This way, the Beasts would not kill them.

“ARGHH!”

The war cry of the Harpy echoed throughout the forest and she hurriedly chanted a shielding spell. An invisible dome of magic covered and camouflaged her against enemies that used scent or heat to detect dragons. The next moment, the Harpy flock dove down into the clearing, sharp spears aimed at the decoy.

Bordeux used her magic to move the decoy a little, and even made it fight back. She had to distract the Harpies while Haru set up an attack above. These magic took a little strain on her mental energy, and just as she thought she could not hold on anymore, there was a whistle and several ice bolts shot down at the Harpies. Within seconds, they were eliminated.

With a satisfied smile, Bordeux stopped her spells and flew out just as Haru swooped down from above. They high-fived each other and smiled at each other.

“Good job,” Haru murmured, hugging her tightly. “We did it!”

- - - - -

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

A pair that cheated death.


@Gurepu

This is Bordeux's piece, inclusive of the parts that are same to Haru's. Hope you like it! I'll put Haru's piece in a post beneath this one.


From young, Bordeux knew she was different from the other hatchlings in the Clan. While the others could play and laugh their childhood away, Bordeux was constantly seeing visions of death. Not just any death, but death of her Clanmates. For example, she knew that old scavenging Skydancer would die of a viper bite, and her warrior sister would one day be defeated in the Coliseum and be too wounded to live.

And those visions haunted her.

Is there a way to stop these visions? The young Bordeux thought every day. However, as much as she wanted to stop seeing the visions, she did not dare voice them out, for fear that she would be branded a Shade hatchling and cast out. Thus, throughout her childhood, she quietly suffered the visions and did not utter a single word.

-- -- --

After she grew into a powerful teenage Imperial and opened her eyes to the world beyond her home Clan, he thought of ways to stop the visions. Since the visions were of death, if she prevented the death of those dragons, she would stop having those visions, would he not?

She began seeing a lot of visions of her sister, Star’s death, and was determined to save her sister from the death in the Coliseum. She tagged along the team as they fought in the Arena. Apart from her sister, the other two dragons were a tall Ridgeback, Dash, the best warrior in the Clan; and Raisha, a young dragon training to be a warrior along with them.

As an Undying Featherback appeared to challenge them, Dash hurriedly commanded, “Raisha! Go to the back with Bordeux. Stay with her no matter what. Stay out of this battle. Bosses are too dangerous for you!” As he spoke, Star got into a battle ready position.

Bordeux and Raisha huddled in the shadows and watched two of the best warriors tackle the Featherback. She watched Star’s motions carefully, in case this was the battle where she had the vision of her getting really wounded in.

She saw the attack before Star did. As the Featherback threw Dash off its head, it was disoriented, and charged blindly. Star was focused on trying to get to Dash, and did not see the Featherback charging into her path.

No!

Bordeux leaped out of the bush and rushed forward, and pushed Star forward and out of the charging beast’s path. The two siblings sprawled on the ground, and Bordeux was about to flash a smile of victory when a bone-chilling scream echoed throughout the Arena.

She felt her blood turn to ice, and turning around, she saw Raisha lying limply on the ground, blood pouring from a gash in her side. She could see that Raisha was barely breathing. The Undying Featherback had had enough of fighting and was already gone.

Bordeux remembered what Dash had told Raisha. Stay with her no matter what. He felt his knees buckle beneath him. She followed me out of hiding. I thought I had gotten Star out of the way but Raisha was still there!

Dash and Star did not question what happened, but it was clear they thought she was in some way responsible for the death of the young warrior.

-- -- --

This is how it works, isn’t it? Bordeux asked herself, looking up at the stars that no longer seemed so bright anymore. I defy fate and save a dragon, and another dragon dies in their place. A dragon who does not deserve to die, instead dies in their place.

Bordeux sighed. I cannot let anymore dragons die when they aren’t supposed to! She gritted her teeth. No matter what, I’ll deal with the visions if I have to do so for eternity! I cannot let anymore dragons die when they aren’t supposed to!

-- -- --

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

- - - - -

“Haru!” Bordeux’s voice came towards him through the foliage of the jungle. “It came again.” The female slipped into the clearing her mate was in, her eyes wide.

“What is it?” Haru asked, not as worried as his mate because he had been in this situation many times before, just like Bordeux. But this time she seemed a little more worried and scared than usual.

“You’re going to die,” she gasped, clutching his arm. “I saw a forest. Identical to this one. And there was a horde of BeastClans that attacked. Its leader slashed your throat and you fell from the air. I couldn’t save you in that vision.”

4.31pm. 7th October.

“I had a vision, too,” he answered. “In three hours, today. You’re going to die. This means we are probably going to die today, together.”

Bordeux was shaking her head. “No. I don’t want to die.” Her eyes now brimmed with tears, and she looked up fearfully at him. “Do you think...We can somehow alter the events such that we won’t die?”

- - - - -

Bordeux stood as still as possible, watching the dragon decoy’s leaf wings flutter in the faint breeze. Above her, somewhere high up in the canopy, Haru was lying in ambush, waiting to launch an all-out aerial attack from above the moment the BeastClans headed towards the decoy dragon. And here, Bordeux was going to use her magic to shield the both of them, and also launch magical attacks whenever she could. This way, the Beasts would not kill them.

“ARGHH!”

The war cry of the Harpy echoed throughout the forest and she hurriedly chanted a shielding spell. An invisible dome of magic covered and camouflaged her against enemies that used scent or heat to detect dragons. The next moment, the Harpy flock dove down into the clearing, sharp spears aimed at the decoy.

Bordeux used her magic to move the decoy a little, and even made it fight back. She had to distract the Harpies while Haru set up an attack above. These magic took a little strain on her mental energy, and just as she thought she could not hold on anymore, there was a whistle and several ice bolts shot down at the Harpies. Within seconds, they were eliminated.

With a satisfied smile, Bordeux stopped her spells and flew out just as Haru swooped down from above. They high-fived each other and smiled at each other.

“Good job,” Haru murmured, hugging her tightly. “We did it!”

- - - - -

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

A pair that cheated death.


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And this is Haru's piece!

Haru walked silently through the landscape of barren ground dotted with tall trees here and there. His patrol walked alongside him, their eyes wide and alert for enemies that posed a danger to the clan. The smallest member of the patrol, Aria, a small Fae, flew near his head. Her continuous wingbeats near to his ear were getting a bit annoying, but as a large Imperial, Haru was already used to tolerating these noises.

12.28pm. 12th of April. Today.

Haru blinked the numbers away and they vanished before his eyes. He scowled, and his patrol mates glanced curiously at him. He shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and the patrol continued onward.

But in reality, he was far from fine.

Since as far as he could remember, he had been seeing these numbers and dates pop up randomly before his eyes. But they only did when he was thinking about a dragon in particular. Nothing significant related to the numbers had happened, but he could not stop thinking about them. He did not dare to tell about this to anyone in case they isolated or outcast him for sorcery or something.

“Haru! Hurry up! We don’t have all day. We have to get back to camp with the report by twelve thirty!” The patrol leader, a tall Ridgeback named Marian, called to him. He ducked his head, a little embarrassed, and rushed to catch up.

The rest of the patrol passed rather uneventfully, but when they were just heading back to camp, Haru heard a creaking sound from far above him. He barely had time to shout out an alarm before the large severed tree trunk dove down at them. Must be the work of BeastClans. The patrol squealed and hurriedly moved away from the tree trunk’s path, but Aria was too slow. Her yells were cut off as the tree landed on the ground with a thump.

Haru looked up through the canopy. Judging by the time, it was almost twelve thirty, almost the time they had to be going back. Almost twelve thirty. Almost twelve thirty. The numbers she had seen flashing across his eyes half an hour ago burned into his mind.

“12.28pm. 12th of April,” he murmured under his breath. His eyes widened as he realised what it meant.

It was the exact time Aria died.

-- -- --

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

- - - - -

“Haru!” Bordeux’s voice came towards him through the foliage of the jungle. “It came again.” The female slipped into the clearing her mate was in, her eyes wide.

“What is it?” Haru asked, not as worried as his mate because he had been in this situation many times before, just like Bordeux. But this time she seemed a little more worried and scared than usual.

“You’re going to die,” she gasped, clutching his arm. “I saw a forest. Identical to this one. And there was a horde of BeastClans that attacked. Its leader slashed your throat and you fell from the air. I couldn’t save you in that vision.”

4.31pm. 7th October.

“I had a vision, too,” he answered. “In three hours, today. You’re going to die. This means we are probably going to die today, together.”

Bordeux was shaking her head. “No. I don’t want to die.” Her eyes now brimmed with tears, and she looked up fearfully at him. “Do you think...We can somehow alter the events such that we won’t die?”

- - - - -

Bordeux stood as still as possible, watching the dragon decoy’s leaf wings flutter in the faint breeze. Above her, somewhere high up in the canopy, Haru was lying in ambush, waiting to launch an all-out aerial attack from above the moment the BeastClans headed towards the decoy dragon. And here, Bordeux was going to use her magic to shield the both of them, and also launch magical attacks whenever she could. This way, the Beasts would not kill them.

“ARGHH!”

The war cry of the Harpy echoed throughout the forest and she hurriedly chanted a shielding spell. An invisible dome of magic covered and camouflaged her against enemies that used scent or heat to detect dragons. The next moment, the Harpy flock dove down into the clearing, sharp spears aimed at the decoy.

Bordeux used her magic to move the decoy a little, and even made it fight back. She had to distract the Harpies while Haru set up an attack above. These magic took a little strain on her mental energy, and just as she thought she could not hold on anymore, there was a whistle and several ice bolts shot down at the Harpies. Within seconds, they were eliminated.

With a satisfied smile, Bordeux stopped her spells and flew out just as Haru swooped down from above. They high-fived each other and smiled at each other.

“Good job,” Haru murmured, hugging her tightly. “We did it!”

- - - - -

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

A pair that cheated death.


And this is Haru's piece!

Haru walked silently through the landscape of barren ground dotted with tall trees here and there. His patrol walked alongside him, their eyes wide and alert for enemies that posed a danger to the clan. The smallest member of the patrol, Aria, a small Fae, flew near his head. Her continuous wingbeats near to his ear were getting a bit annoying, but as a large Imperial, Haru was already used to tolerating these noises.

12.28pm. 12th of April. Today.

Haru blinked the numbers away and they vanished before his eyes. He scowled, and his patrol mates glanced curiously at him. He shook his head, indicating that he was fine, and the patrol continued onward.

But in reality, he was far from fine.

Since as far as he could remember, he had been seeing these numbers and dates pop up randomly before his eyes. But they only did when he was thinking about a dragon in particular. Nothing significant related to the numbers had happened, but he could not stop thinking about them. He did not dare to tell about this to anyone in case they isolated or outcast him for sorcery or something.

“Haru! Hurry up! We don’t have all day. We have to get back to camp with the report by twelve thirty!” The patrol leader, a tall Ridgeback named Marian, called to him. He ducked his head, a little embarrassed, and rushed to catch up.

The rest of the patrol passed rather uneventfully, but when they were just heading back to camp, Haru heard a creaking sound from far above him. He barely had time to shout out an alarm before the large severed tree trunk dove down at them. Must be the work of BeastClans. The patrol squealed and hurriedly moved away from the tree trunk’s path, but Aria was too slow. Her yells were cut off as the tree landed on the ground with a thump.

Haru looked up through the canopy. Judging by the time, it was almost twelve thirty, almost the time they had to be going back. Almost twelve thirty. Almost twelve thirty. The numbers she had seen flashing across his eyes half an hour ago burned into his mind.

“12.28pm. 12th of April,” he murmured under his breath. His eyes widened as he realised what it meant.

It was the exact time Aria died.

-- -- --

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

- - - - -

“Haru!” Bordeux’s voice came towards him through the foliage of the jungle. “It came again.” The female slipped into the clearing her mate was in, her eyes wide.

“What is it?” Haru asked, not as worried as his mate because he had been in this situation many times before, just like Bordeux. But this time she seemed a little more worried and scared than usual.

“You’re going to die,” she gasped, clutching his arm. “I saw a forest. Identical to this one. And there was a horde of BeastClans that attacked. Its leader slashed your throat and you fell from the air. I couldn’t save you in that vision.”

4.31pm. 7th October.

“I had a vision, too,” he answered. “In three hours, today. You’re going to die. This means we are probably going to die today, together.”

Bordeux was shaking her head. “No. I don’t want to die.” Her eyes now brimmed with tears, and she looked up fearfully at him. “Do you think...We can somehow alter the events such that we won’t die?”

- - - - -

Bordeux stood as still as possible, watching the dragon decoy’s leaf wings flutter in the faint breeze. Above her, somewhere high up in the canopy, Haru was lying in ambush, waiting to launch an all-out aerial attack from above the moment the BeastClans headed towards the decoy dragon. And here, Bordeux was going to use her magic to shield the both of them, and also launch magical attacks whenever she could. This way, the Beasts would not kill them.

“ARGHH!”

The war cry of the Harpy echoed throughout the forest and she hurriedly chanted a shielding spell. An invisible dome of magic covered and camouflaged her against enemies that used scent or heat to detect dragons. The next moment, the Harpy flock dove down into the clearing, sharp spears aimed at the decoy.

Bordeux used her magic to move the decoy a little, and even made it fight back. She had to distract the Harpies while Haru set up an attack above. These magic took a little strain on her mental energy, and just as she thought she could not hold on anymore, there was a whistle and several ice bolts shot down at the Harpies. Within seconds, they were eliminated.

With a satisfied smile, Bordeux stopped her spells and flew out just as Haru swooped down from above. They high-fived each other and smiled at each other.

“Good job,” Haru murmured, hugging her tightly. “We did it!”

- - - - -

She could see how dragons died.

He could see when dragons died.

The two of them, together.

A pair that cheated death.


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@Starwindrider Username: ShinyDecidueye Link to Dragon/OC/Character: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43887755] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/438878/43887755_350.png[/img] [/url] Anything to note?: It's in her bio
@Starwindrider
Username: ShinyDecidueye
Link to Dragon/OC/Character:

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Anything to note?: It's in her bio
mire hates me:(
FR +15, +16 during DST
She/Her
Gray Aroace
INTP
English 1st Language
Mandarin Chinese 2nd Language
French 3rd Language
AR60, 100% all released regions
It's... quite a disproportionate number
zia my beloved
I spent 2.4mil t on her, I think she counts
it hasn't been updated in a while but STILL
sweet holds the clan directory
kobi holds the lore directory
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@Starwindrider Username: Pastelbvtts Link to Dragon/OC/Character: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42447900] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/424480/42447900_350.png[/img] [/url] Anything to note?: Similar to Death, who you wrote a bio for, Pesti is the embodiment of Pestilence from the Four Horseman. His mate is a pastel colored spiral named [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=341988&did=43558000]Dayna[/url].
@Starwindrider
Username: Pastelbvtts
Link to Dragon/OC/Character:
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Anything to note?: Similar to Death, who you wrote a bio for, Pesti is the embodiment of Pestilence from the Four Horseman. His mate is a pastel colored spiral named Dayna.
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@remnio
This is Reyna's piece! Do tell me if anything needs to be changed. Otherwise, I hope you like it!

“Curiosity killed the cat” has never ever been more true for Reyna. However, the “cats”, figuratively in this case were the dragons of her Clan, the dragons she knew by faint acquaintance. For she was the dragon with a driving force of curiosity to crack all mysterious things about the world, and she would do nothing to obtain the answers she sought. Nothing would stop her, be it dragons or law.

~~ ~~ ~~

Reyna turned her compass over and over in her claws, brows furrowed as she tried to sense what dark and powerful magic there was in this simple contraption. She had found it out of accident on another one of her whimsical travels, and it was her magical sense that had drawn her towards this timepiece. But since then, she still had not found out what made her pick it up among all the junk that was lying around at that time.

Looking up, she saw that the camp was already a hive of bustling activity. Clambering out of her den, she stood and stretched. A few dragons looked her way but most paid her no attention. At least, they seemed not to. Reyna knew that inside, they were wondering what investigation she would be doing today, what mysterious questions she would pursue, and whether she would uncover and bring their secrets to the light. Most of the dragons avoided her, afraid of her sense of curiosity that might place themselves in danger one way or another.

She had already noticed the slip of parchment laid at the entrance of her den, and bent down to pick it up. Unfolding it, she scanned her eyes over the text. Her dark pink eyes narrowed as she comprehended what was scrawled on it in rather untidy handwriting.

Find me at the steps of the Forum. I have a deal to make with you.

It was a simple message, just two sentences, but Reyna smirked and tucked the paper behind her ear. Yet another dragon wanted to meet her. They always offered the same thing, secrets. Especially those about the things she was most interested in finding out at that point of time. In return, they wanted her to use her magic to help them.

As far as Reyna was concerned, she was born with this sense of curiosity. This magic prowess, this hunger for knowledge ran in her very bloodstream and powered her on. Although this very curiosity was what caused the downfall of her parents’ kingdom, she certainly knows how to be careful. Her mind was sharper than the edge of a blade, and her reflexes were faster than light.

Arriving at the steps of the Forum took only a short while, given that her Clan resided in the Wispwillow Grove. She pinpointed her target quickly, as she could always tell. The compass always told her. She never knew why or how, but this compass always seemed to guide her.

The large Nocturne shifted, wings dragging on the dusty rock steps as he moved to regard her coldly. Unfazed by the look in the other dragon’s eyes, Reyna glared back with equal coolness.

“What do you need?” she asked, immediately snapping into attention. She hated wasting time, precious time that could be used to pursue more intriguing puzzles.

The Nocturne seemed to smirk, but in the dark light it appeared more like a leer. “I want you to use your magic and infiltrate the Fortress of Ends. My enemy lies in wait, and he will ambush me if I bring my army. But your magic is strong enough to bring the Fortress’s defences down from the inside.”

Reyna sniggered. “And what makes you think I would do that? No dragon in their good mind would want to go and suffer in that ice field. What have you to offer in this deal, in exchange of my magic?”

The Nocturne leaned close, his dark purple eyes seemingly having unfathomable deepness and darkness. They glinted with a malicious and sly light, and he whispered into her ear, “I have information on how the growth of magic in the recent elemental changes can be harnessed for your own use. What do you think about it? The very power that makes islands of fire bloom from beneath the sea, the very power that grows the storms, the darkness, the light…”

Reyna stepped back, considering. This Nocturne really knew how to please her and coax her into a deal. She grinned, thinking about the knowledge she would gain.

“Yes, alright.”

After all, if this Nocturne knew how to make promises with her, it meant he also knew the consequences of breaking a promise.


@remnio
This is Reyna's piece! Do tell me if anything needs to be changed. Otherwise, I hope you like it!

“Curiosity killed the cat” has never ever been more true for Reyna. However, the “cats”, figuratively in this case were the dragons of her Clan, the dragons she knew by faint acquaintance. For she was the dragon with a driving force of curiosity to crack all mysterious things about the world, and she would do nothing to obtain the answers she sought. Nothing would stop her, be it dragons or law.

~~ ~~ ~~

Reyna turned her compass over and over in her claws, brows furrowed as she tried to sense what dark and powerful magic there was in this simple contraption. She had found it out of accident on another one of her whimsical travels, and it was her magical sense that had drawn her towards this timepiece. But since then, she still had not found out what made her pick it up among all the junk that was lying around at that time.

Looking up, she saw that the camp was already a hive of bustling activity. Clambering out of her den, she stood and stretched. A few dragons looked her way but most paid her no attention. At least, they seemed not to. Reyna knew that inside, they were wondering what investigation she would be doing today, what mysterious questions she would pursue, and whether she would uncover and bring their secrets to the light. Most of the dragons avoided her, afraid of her sense of curiosity that might place themselves in danger one way or another.

She had already noticed the slip of parchment laid at the entrance of her den, and bent down to pick it up. Unfolding it, she scanned her eyes over the text. Her dark pink eyes narrowed as she comprehended what was scrawled on it in rather untidy handwriting.

Find me at the steps of the Forum. I have a deal to make with you.

It was a simple message, just two sentences, but Reyna smirked and tucked the paper behind her ear. Yet another dragon wanted to meet her. They always offered the same thing, secrets. Especially those about the things she was most interested in finding out at that point of time. In return, they wanted her to use her magic to help them.

As far as Reyna was concerned, she was born with this sense of curiosity. This magic prowess, this hunger for knowledge ran in her very bloodstream and powered her on. Although this very curiosity was what caused the downfall of her parents’ kingdom, she certainly knows how to be careful. Her mind was sharper than the edge of a blade, and her reflexes were faster than light.

Arriving at the steps of the Forum took only a short while, given that her Clan resided in the Wispwillow Grove. She pinpointed her target quickly, as she could always tell. The compass always told her. She never knew why or how, but this compass always seemed to guide her.

The large Nocturne shifted, wings dragging on the dusty rock steps as he moved to regard her coldly. Unfazed by the look in the other dragon’s eyes, Reyna glared back with equal coolness.

“What do you need?” she asked, immediately snapping into attention. She hated wasting time, precious time that could be used to pursue more intriguing puzzles.

The Nocturne seemed to smirk, but in the dark light it appeared more like a leer. “I want you to use your magic and infiltrate the Fortress of Ends. My enemy lies in wait, and he will ambush me if I bring my army. But your magic is strong enough to bring the Fortress’s defences down from the inside.”

Reyna sniggered. “And what makes you think I would do that? No dragon in their good mind would want to go and suffer in that ice field. What have you to offer in this deal, in exchange of my magic?”

The Nocturne leaned close, his dark purple eyes seemingly having unfathomable deepness and darkness. They glinted with a malicious and sly light, and he whispered into her ear, “I have information on how the growth of magic in the recent elemental changes can be harnessed for your own use. What do you think about it? The very power that makes islands of fire bloom from beneath the sea, the very power that grows the storms, the darkness, the light…”

Reyna stepped back, considering. This Nocturne really knew how to please her and coax her into a deal. She grinned, thinking about the knowledge she would gain.

“Yes, alright.”

After all, if this Nocturne knew how to make promises with her, it meant he also knew the consequences of breaking a promise.


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Here is Venom's piece! Hope you like it.

From the moment Venom hatched out of the egg, heaps of praise were rained upon her. Dragons congratulated her parents on having “such a gorgeous daughter” and “a rare beauty”. However, everything went wrong when the dragons looked closer and noticed a horrifying mark upon the newborn’s body.

Venomous fangs.

Then came the yells of horror and petrified stares, and all the dragons in the Clan scrambling to get away from her. From her, the unwanted hatchling. From her, the cursed hatchling. From her, the hatchling that could bring harm to the whole Clan.

Thus, from a tender age, Venom already began to learn about loneliness, heartbreak and the pain of betrayal. When those heavy feelings became too much to bear, Venom decided to help herself and stop all the strange stares and mocking jeers. Since the Light dragons were scholars, they should be able to help her. Right?

However, the treatment she received in the Sunbeam Ruins was nothing different from the cold shoulders she got in her travels. She was just about ready to lose all hope when she stumbled upon the dark-colored, broad-shouldered Imperial who changed her life forever.

“A Skydancer with fangs? How interesting. I have never seen a Skydancer like this before,” the Imperial mused to himself.

Venom cast her eyes downward. Did he not know? Did he not suspect? Was he not like the other dragons? Was it possible that he would be the one who could help her?

After explaining her predicament, the Imperial did not react violently like the others had. Instead, his eyes widened in surprise and he cried, “Oh Lightweaver. I swear I’ve just met a special dragon who can control the element of venom! I’ve never thought that it was possible but now I know it is.”

Venom tilted her head. “What do you mean? Control venom? What kind of an ability is that?”

The Imperial leaned in, a little scary to her but she had her corrosive spit to save her if she had to. The Imperial seemed to know that too, for he still kept his distance. “Listen. My name is Wraith. You can come to my Clan with me. Don’t worry, my Clanmates are nice. I’m going to help you with your secret ability.”

~~ ~~ ~~

Venom focused her energy. With a boom, a bolt of venom shot from her mouth and thunked into the rotting log she had been aiming at. She licked her lips - the venom did not affect her - and sat back to review her progress. She was learning how to be stronger and how to use her secret ability to the maximum. According to Wraith, she was gifted with the special ability to control venom, and it was a very strong power.

Wraith’s Clan was welcoming and did not drive her out due to her mutation. They even let her head to the unpopulated forests near the large camp to practise her powers. She did not want to run the risk of harming any of her Clanmates while learning her abilities.

There was a slight rustling in the shrubbery behind her, and she turned. As expected, it was Wraith, coming to call her. He surveyed her work and wordlessly beckoned for her to follow him back to camp. Before she left the clearing, she turned back.

I will come back tomorrow. And if I keep training, I will be stronger and stronger!
@ShinyDecidueye
Here is Venom's piece! Hope you like it.

From the moment Venom hatched out of the egg, heaps of praise were rained upon her. Dragons congratulated her parents on having “such a gorgeous daughter” and “a rare beauty”. However, everything went wrong when the dragons looked closer and noticed a horrifying mark upon the newborn’s body.

Venomous fangs.

Then came the yells of horror and petrified stares, and all the dragons in the Clan scrambling to get away from her. From her, the unwanted hatchling. From her, the cursed hatchling. From her, the hatchling that could bring harm to the whole Clan.

Thus, from a tender age, Venom already began to learn about loneliness, heartbreak and the pain of betrayal. When those heavy feelings became too much to bear, Venom decided to help herself and stop all the strange stares and mocking jeers. Since the Light dragons were scholars, they should be able to help her. Right?

However, the treatment she received in the Sunbeam Ruins was nothing different from the cold shoulders she got in her travels. She was just about ready to lose all hope when she stumbled upon the dark-colored, broad-shouldered Imperial who changed her life forever.

“A Skydancer with fangs? How interesting. I have never seen a Skydancer like this before,” the Imperial mused to himself.

Venom cast her eyes downward. Did he not know? Did he not suspect? Was he not like the other dragons? Was it possible that he would be the one who could help her?

After explaining her predicament, the Imperial did not react violently like the others had. Instead, his eyes widened in surprise and he cried, “Oh Lightweaver. I swear I’ve just met a special dragon who can control the element of venom! I’ve never thought that it was possible but now I know it is.”

Venom tilted her head. “What do you mean? Control venom? What kind of an ability is that?”

The Imperial leaned in, a little scary to her but she had her corrosive spit to save her if she had to. The Imperial seemed to know that too, for he still kept his distance. “Listen. My name is Wraith. You can come to my Clan with me. Don’t worry, my Clanmates are nice. I’m going to help you with your secret ability.”

~~ ~~ ~~

Venom focused her energy. With a boom, a bolt of venom shot from her mouth and thunked into the rotting log she had been aiming at. She licked her lips - the venom did not affect her - and sat back to review her progress. She was learning how to be stronger and how to use her secret ability to the maximum. According to Wraith, she was gifted with the special ability to control venom, and it was a very strong power.

Wraith’s Clan was welcoming and did not drive her out due to her mutation. They even let her head to the unpopulated forests near the large camp to practise her powers. She did not want to run the risk of harming any of her Clanmates while learning her abilities.

There was a slight rustling in the shrubbery behind her, and she turned. As expected, it was Wraith, coming to call her. He surveyed her work and wordlessly beckoned for her to follow him back to camp. Before she left the clearing, she turned back.

I will come back tomorrow. And if I keep training, I will be stronger and stronger!
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@Starwindrider Username: SookieJane Link to Dragon/OC/Character: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43626508] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/436266/43626508_350.png[/img] [/url] Completed look on Bio Anything to note?: I have some tidbits on his bio but wanted to make it more well rounded. Basically, I intend to eventually have a clan of nomadic Snappers who roam dragonhome/sornieth. They revere their ancestor's fervently.Jasper was basically raised by just about everyone in the clan of old Snappers. Lol If you can come up with anything adding to any of that, I'd be so glad!
@Starwindrider
Username: SookieJane
Link to Dragon/OC/Character:
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Completed look on Bio
Anything to note?: I have some tidbits on his bio but wanted to make it more well rounded. Basically, I intend to eventually have a clan of nomadic Snappers who roam dragonhome/sornieth. They revere their ancestor's fervently.Jasper was basically raised by just about everyone in the clan of old Snappers. Lol If you can come up with anything adding to any of that, I'd be so glad!
@Pastelbvtts @SookieJane

Hey! This ping is to remind you guys that you've ordered lore here. However, I think the shop has to go into a semi-hiatus as finals are coming up. As such, it might be some time before you can get the lore. Feel free to cancel your order if you'd like, I really don't mind!
@Pastelbvtts @SookieJane

Hey! This ping is to remind you guys that you've ordered lore here. However, I think the shop has to go into a semi-hiatus as finals are coming up. As such, it might be some time before you can get the lore. Feel free to cancel your order if you'd like, I really don't mind!
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@Pastelbvtts @SookieJane

hey! i haven't forgotten about you guys.
i was wondering if you'd still want me to write the lore pieces for you?
@Pastelbvtts @SookieJane

hey! i haven't forgotten about you guys.
i was wondering if you'd still want me to write the lore pieces for you?
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Absolutely! :)
If you think you could have some ideas for him.
@Starwindrider
Absolutely! :)
If you think you could have some ideas for him.
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