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@starsandmoon perfect! I love abyss and all his lore! I'll get started when I get home!

@DetectivePopcorn [i][b]Corentin, see me a secret.[/b][/i] [b]Subject: [/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=48249546] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/482496/48249546_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Length:[/b]No more than 3 or 4 paragraphs [b]Coded?:[/b] Nah, thanks! [b]Extras?:[/b] Erinna here is based on an ancient Greek poet of the same name, and I'd like you to draw inspiration from [url=https://thepathsofsurvival.wordpress.com/2012/10/05/translating-fragments-ii-erinnas-distaff/]this translation of Erinna's Distaff[/url]. She's exclusively interested in other ladies. ----------------------------------------- [i][b]Emre please spin me a verse[/b][/i] [b]Subject:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3866844] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38669/3866844_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Piece:[/b] A poem, any rhyme scheme [b]Extra:[/b] There's a lore outline in Savis's bio I'd like you to read before writing for her

@claire For the scary ridgeback boi [center][font=optima][center][size=7][color=#483D8B]M A S S A C R E[/size][img]https://i.imgur.com/MbCUibk.png[/img] [item=battered book of fables] [color=#483D8B][size=5][b]How A Name Is Earned[/b][/size] [size=2]By DetectivePopcorn[/size][/color] [left]Massacre looked over the field. The grass was black and slick, dyed such by the dried viscera that clung to it. The suffering was so thick here that it was practically tangible. It affected everyone whos claws came into contact with the ground. Despair hung heavy, like smoke, and most of the soldiers fell ill with it. All save for the Ridgeback with the empty eyes. As his heavy paws hit the ground, his claws dug into the dirt, his mind on the blood that had spilled here. The one living head of an emperor snapped at him, unable to drag its dead body close enough to actually dig its teeth into him. His maw turned up in mirth, as he took his paw and stomped down on it. The emperors were a last-ditch effort of the light army, as plague decimated them, to try to hold ground. His claws crunched down with a sickening snap. He felt the hot spray of blood on his leg, and his grin widened, showing two rows of glistening, needle-sharp teeth. "Commander." A Fae hovered near his head, one of his informants. His wings fluttered like an insect's, keeping him aloft by Massacre's head. "The rest of the emperor army is approaching. The soldiers are escorting the civilians to safety, we believe this is a tactic for distraction." Massacre just nodded, opening his maw to his trademark grin. "Trying to get away, are they?" The ridgeback general rounded up 50 of his drakes, a handful from each squadron. He left them on the battlefield, retreating with the majority of his army. A spiral approached him, one of his lieutenants. "Commander, if we are retreating, why are we leaving drakes behind?" "We are not retreating. We're circling around the border of Light, along the shore of the sea of a thousand currents, and we will be waiting for the soldiers and civilians when they arrive back in their home flight." His voice was cold with a chilling joy, as if he was winning a chess match. "The soldiers we left behind will meet the emperor army. The last defense light has left." "But-" The spiral started, his eyes widening with horrible realization. "There are hundreds of emperors. You left less than 60 drakes to hold the ground." "Then we better hurry." Massacre answers, truly earning his name. "They won't be a distraction long." [/left] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MbCUibk.png[/img] [item=picked-over bones][/center] [code]Copy version! [center][font=optima][center][size=7][color=#483D8B]M A S S A C R E[/size][img]https://i.imgur.com/MbCUibk.png[/img] [item=battered book of fables] [color=#483D8B][size=5][b]How A Name Is Earned[/b][/size] [size=2]By [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/2628202/1]DetectivePopcorn[/url][/size][/color] [left]Massacre looked over the field. The grass was black and slick, dyed such by the dried viscera that clung to it. The suffering was so thick here that it was practically tangible. It affected everyone whos claws came into contact with the ground. Despair hung heavy, like smoke, and most of the soldiers fell ill with it. All save for the Ridgeback with the empty eyes. As his heavy paws hit the ground, his claws dug into the dirt, his mind on the blood that had spilled here. The one living head of an emperor snapped at him, unable to drag its dead body close enough to actually dig its teeth into him. His maw turned up in mirth, as he took his paw and stomped down on it. The emperors were a last-ditch effort of the light army, as plague decimated them, to try to hold ground. His claws crunched down with a sickening snap. He felt the hot spray of blood on his leg, and his grin widened, showing two rows of glistening, needle-sharp teeth. "Commander." A Fae hovered near his head, one of his informants. His wings fluttered like an insect's, keeping him aloft by Massacre's head. "The rest of the emperor army is approaching. The soldiers are escorting the civilians to safety, we believe this is a tactic for distraction." Massacre just nodded, opening his maw to his trademark grin. "Trying to get away, are they?" The ridgeback general rounded up 50 of his drakes, a handful from each squadron. He left them on the battlefield, retreating with the majority of his army. A spiral approached him, one of his lieutenants. "Commander, if we are retreating, why are we leaving drakes behind?" "We are not retreating. We're circling around the border of Light, along the shore of the sea of a thousand currents, and we will be waiting for the soldiers and civilians when they arrive back in their home flight." His voice was cold with a chilling joy, as if he was winning a chess match. "The soldiers we left behind will meet the emperor army. The last defense light has left." "But-" The spiral started, his eyes widening with horrible realization. "There are hundreds of emperors. You left less than 60 drakes to hold the ground." "Then we better hurry." Massacre answers, truly earning his name. "They won't be a distraction long." [/left] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MbCUibk.png[/img] [item=picked-over bones][/center][/code]

@DetectivePopcorn
WOOOOOOOOOOW THIS IS AMAZING!!!

@claire I'm glad you like it! I wanted to dig back into Massacre's war days, when he was a rather violent tactician, and imagined him leading a dominance battle versus light, and what questionable decisions he made back then. I picture him as someone who, even though he's decorated as a hero, everyone secretly considers him a monster and wants nothing to do with him outside of the battles he leads.

@DetectivePopcorn, YES! All of iiiiiiiit!!!

@starsandmoon Ooh, Abyss' lore is so fun to play around with. I was getting really into the idea that 'nothing' is still technically something! I hope you like it! (I just posted the code because for some reason the coding doesn't want to work in the forums? You can see it better [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=20263&tab=dragon&did=49226142]here[/url] which is how it will look in his bio (it might need some finangling if you wanna put it in a forum!) [code][columns] [left][img]http://i.imgur.com/0PspdaR.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/4a2Mk7W.png[/img] [nextcol][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oj7IDrK.png[/img] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/20126.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/9840.png[/img][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/3678.png[/img] [font=Century Gothic][size=5][color=#000000]"[/color][color=#BC8F8F]Before the universe existed, there was Nothing. And long after the universe is gone- Nothing will remain[/color][color=#000000]"[/color][/size][/font][/center][size=2][font=Verdana][color=#000000] [center]You set the black ram's horn so it juts out of the floor like a stalagmite. Carefully, all around it, you scatter the Hellebore petals, holding them in your claws and keeping them far from your face. The beautiful black flowers are deadly poisonous, and the last thing you'd want was to inhale their pollen and fall into a slumber you'd never awake from. The petals are so soft against your skin, misleading and alluring, and you want to rub them between your fingers. How odd it is, the way the most dangerous things call to you. Like brightly colored poisonous frogs, or sweet-smelling plants that eat flesh. Amidst the petals, you spread the claws. Clipped from dead dragons, you had scoured graves and battlefields for these. They weighed heavy with significance. This claws held eggs, held hatchling, hunted for family, killed enemies. What a fitting gift, you think, for your god. With the horn in the center and the petals all around, you light the candles, one by one. They burn a deep violet wax, made from the black mold that grows in coffins. You form a triangle, six by six by six, nine candles in total. At your hip is a pouch of ground moth wings, specimens you caught yourself in an abandoned library. The spell called for the wings of 'Insecta, fat with knowledge' and you knew from the past that normal mouths just didn't cut it. Reaching in the leather bag you grab a handful of powder and blow it out over the altar, where it falls like snow, sizzling and popping as it makes contact with the flames. For a moment you think nothing has happened. You look over your scroll. Horn. Petals. Claws. Candles. Moths. No, this is it. Had you failed, yet again, to open the gate? In a fit of rage you throw the text. Months you had spent deciphering the runes. Almost a year to gather the supplies. And yet nothing- But then it happened. The horn... it stirred. It rose. It tore through the air like a dagger ripping through cloth, and the room grew dark as though the light was being sucked from it. One clawed hand strecthed forward, as if awaking from a deep sleep. Eyes blinked open... and then more eyes blinked open. And he was there. He was everywhere, as if filling every inch of the room with his presence. His eyes were all you could see. His shadows reached every corner. [color=9932CC]"Tell me."[/color] he asks, mouth unmoving, his voice so deep that you feel it more than hear it.[color=9932CC]"What is it you value most? You family? Yourself? Your heart or your soul? What are you after, what do you [i]need?[/i]"[/color] You fail to stammer out an answer, but the being looks behind you, looks past you and almost grins. [color=9932CC]"Ah."[/color] he is starring at your books, scattered across the floor from days of research. [color=9932CC]"You are one who values knowledge. So be it then. I will give you what you seek."[/color] You nod slowly. [color=9932CC]"Good."[/color] he purrs. [color=9932CC]"I shall give you nothing, and make you mine."[/color] You feel as if he is pushing darkness into you, filling your mind, and your throat aches to cry out. It's like your head is in a vice, and right when you felt about to collapse from the pain, it stops. Everything stops. Your thoughts vanish as your mind swirls with nothingness. Darkness. Abyss. [color=9932CC]"You belong to me now, mindless one. In return I have given you a mind full of nothingness, for that is my gift."[/color] you stare at his face, his unmoving mouth, as a single tear runs down your face. You can't remember why you're crying. You can remember nothing. Your expression morphs to a smile, as nothing fills your head. Nothing. Abyss.[/center] [center][font=verdana][size=1][color=#000000][b]Bio coded and written by DetectivePopcorn #20263 Candle graphics are by Poisonedpaper, #47189[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center] [nextcol] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/4a2Mk7W.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/0PspdaR.png[/img][/code]

@claire I'd consider that about 5 paragraphs total (I kinda eyeballed the smaller ones together!) and since you're my first customer, I threw the coding in for free. Does 50k treasure or 50 gems sound fair?

@DetectivePopcorn, sounds terrific! Sending now!

@claire aw, thank you so much! I had too much fun writing him. Feel free to come back and bring me more to write for!