@heavylobster
Could I be added to the pinglist? Thanks!
Could I be added to the pinglist? Thanks!
Dragons For Sale
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TOPIC | [Light Subspecies] Ringwyrms
@CrazyChaos
Added! (Btw, the link to the last egg in your signature doesn't work!)
Added! (Btw, the link to the last egg in your signature doesn't work!)
@CrazyChaos
Added! (Btw, the link to the last egg in your signature doesn't work!)
Added! (Btw, the link to the last egg in your signature doesn't work!)
@0SmolBean @crowworm @arboretumm @resix @Mnkn10 @Sillywinter @sleepytroll @Marrigan @AtticSaltStorms @Spectr @virtue @Camazotz @Kashmere @fruitbatt @securitr0n @Gothwaldo @NuclearFudge @SpicyTunaRoll @sane @HoodieCat @Icefire55 @Blightwyrm @CrazyChaos
Good afternoon, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know. I'll be including lore snippets with each new nest from now on. You're free to remove them from your Ringwyrm's bio if you prefer, but please keep the link to the subspecies hub.
[quote name="In the trickling byways between, and far below..."]...two allied rulers meet to discuss their kingdoms. The prince shadows his father, dour but ambitious; the princess her mother, incisive but reserved. Ever must he be in motion, turning the earth, turning his head to catalogue the King's eccentric lessons; ever must his sister [i]see[/i], and see [i]all of it[/i], for the dual boon and bane of her nature. When their parents are distracted, she peels her tongue with exaggerated slowness over the first eye on her neck, simply because she knows he absolutely hates it.
[i]Ugh.[/i] Girls, right?[/quote]
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The first hatchling is a Deep Earth (Clay Secondary) variant like his father, the second a Loam (Umber) variant like her mother. The son is 200g/kt, while the daughter is 600g/kt because of her eye type (!!). They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thanks again for your support!
@0SmolBean @crowworm @arboretumm @resix @Mnkn10 @Sillywinter @sleepytroll @Marrigan @AtticSaltStorms @Spectr @virtue @Camazotz @Kashmere @fruitbatt @securitr0n @Gothwaldo @NuclearFudge @SpicyTunaRoll @sane @HoodieCat @Icefire55 @Blightwyrm @CrazyChaos
Good afternoon, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know. I'll be including lore snippets with each new nest from now on. You're free to remove them from your Ringwyrm's bio if you prefer, but please keep the link to the subspecies hub.
The first hatchling is a Deep Earth (Clay Secondary) variant like his father, the second a Loam (Umber) variant like her mother. The son is 200g/kt, while the daughter is 600g/kt because of her eye type (!!). They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thanks again for your support!
Good afternoon, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know. I'll be including lore snippets with each new nest from now on. You're free to remove them from your Ringwyrm's bio if you prefer, but please keep the link to the subspecies hub.
In the trickling byways between, and far below... wrote:
...two allied rulers meet to discuss their kingdoms. The prince shadows his father, dour but ambitious; the princess her mother, incisive but reserved. Ever must he be in motion, turning the earth, turning his head to catalogue the King's eccentric lessons; ever must his sister see, and see all of it, for the dual boon and bane of her nature. When their parents are distracted, she peels her tongue with exaggerated slowness over the first eye on her neck, simply because she knows he absolutely hates it.
Ugh. Girls, right?
Ugh. Girls, right?
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The first hatchling is a Deep Earth (Clay Secondary) variant like his father, the second a Loam (Umber) variant like her mother. The son is 200g/kt, while the daughter is 600g/kt because of her eye type (!!). They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thanks again for your support!
@crowworm
That's fine! I'll set up a CR. <3
That's fine! I'll set up a CR. <3
@0SmolBean @crowworm @arboretumm @resix @Mnkn10 @Sillywinter @sleepytroll @Marrigan @AtticSaltStorms @Spectr @virtue @Camazotz @Kashmere @fruitbatt @securitr0n @Gothwaldo @NuclearFudge @SpicyTunaRoll @sane @HoodieCat @Icefire55 @Blightwyrm @CrazyChaos
Good evening, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know.
[quote name="In the trickling byways between, and far below..."]...you encroach upon holy land with the reluctant blessings of its congregation. Few would accept such a delicate contract, but you're as desperate as your employers to reclaim some peace. Your escort's antennae twitch with claustrophobia; this far underground, any dragon regardless of his faith would be upset, but most especially a skydancer, and you can admit you admire his perseverance.
"It's not much further," he assures you - assures himself - as the pair of you descend the brittle stone steps to Dragonhome's central aquifer, Grief, so named for the Earthshaker's sunken tears. Its innumerable branches bubble to the surface in spring, the season of hope, as unpredictable as survival, never mind hospitality, often is in this environment.
"Tell me again when it started," you say.
The priest is visibly relieved. You note the silence seems to resent his chatter.
"Well, we noticed the sound first - like someone was grinding coffee above the water table, then the chips in the wall. Grief has always flowed here, always washed the rockface to a pebble's fineness. It shouldn't have fractures unless it's been broken, and we don't break Grief for anything. It rises and falls in its own time, but still we come to water..."
The priest's voice becomes as sonorous and as steady as the groundwater his people revere, and you're glad he's more interested now in his homily than in furtively glancing at your wing-stumps. It's why you're good at this kind of thing - spelunking - and why this superstitious clan hired you. You haven't flown in decades because you can't, but some Earthshaker zealots have been known to - to [i]de-wing[/i] themselves, as a demonstration of their loyalty to groundedness and to eternal constancy. Your limitations are hushedly lauded in these circles, but you feel nothing - nothing you wish to examine anyway, not now and not later.
At the base of the stairs, you find Grief in the near-abyssal black. It is loud today, roaring and surely white with rapids. The priest observes, puzzled, that you cast long shadows. They disappear to meet the distant rockface opposite you, and blink in and out as the lightsource telegraphs your movements.
You whirl and intercept your attacker mid-air, but its bite oxidizes the bracer you raise to guard your throat. It rebounds with a small, sad thump. The priest crows with triumph as his hastily-lit lamp exposes the identity of your mark.
"Maggot," he spits at the dazed spiral - a Ringwyrm, and a Decay at that. Its presence here is blasphemous and furthermore truly, potentially destructive. Ringwyrms dealt with the dead and the dying, and they could easily contaminate groundwater with disease. They're a practical concern for you, a religious one for your employers.
You advance at the priest's back and draw your sword. With a single strike, it's over.
You catch the body, at least, when he topples, and crouch before the spiral. She squints brightly, blindingly, at you - then spits a tooth. It pings off your armor.
"It'll grow back," you chide. "You're a long way from home, princess."
"[i]Becaussse you chassse[/i]," she hisses. "[i]You chassse me. [b]Why[/b]?[/i]"
You tell her: tales of her ability to diagnose the most malignant diseases have reached as far as the Southern Icefields; tales of a she-leech who tastes and sees the ugliest truths, swallows them, cauterizes them; tales of the capricious twins who shadow and sometimes spurn, sometimes support her, one deaf to her arguments and one ever-yielding: together they see, hear, and speak of all evils; together, perhaps, they would speak of your own and banish them from your traitorous body.
"[i]No,[/i]" she pouts. "[i]You tassste terrible. It isss your sssoul. It will poissson you sssstill. Pointlessss[/i]."
"It is not pointless," you smile serenely and lever your blade.
Her eyes flutter and flicker, making your own smart with their indomitable, sacred light. Then bloody-mouthed, she grins back.
"I'm glad we understand each other," you say.
And then you sheathe your sword, for the last time.[/quote]
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Lenka and Ahnu have had two Deep Earths (twins!) and a Decay successor, who has been adopted. The twins are 150kt/g each. They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!
@0SmolBean @crowworm @arboretumm @resix @Mnkn10 @Sillywinter @sleepytroll @Marrigan @AtticSaltStorms @Spectr @virtue @Camazotz @Kashmere @fruitbatt @securitr0n @Gothwaldo @NuclearFudge @SpicyTunaRoll @sane @HoodieCat @Icefire55 @Blightwyrm @CrazyChaos
Good evening, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know.
Lenka and Ahnu have had two Deep Earths (twins!) and a Decay successor, who has been adopted. The twins are 150kt/g each. They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!
Good evening, everyone! You are being pinged for new Ringwyrm hatchlings. If you'd prefer to only be pinged for lore updates or be removed from the pinglist for any reason, let me know.
In the trickling byways between, and far below... wrote:
...you encroach upon holy land with the reluctant blessings of its congregation. Few would accept such a delicate contract, but you're as desperate as your employers to reclaim some peace. Your escort's antennae twitch with claustrophobia; this far underground, any dragon regardless of his faith would be upset, but most especially a skydancer, and you can admit you admire his perseverance.
"It's not much further," he assures you - assures himself - as the pair of you descend the brittle stone steps to Dragonhome's central aquifer, Grief, so named for the Earthshaker's sunken tears. Its innumerable branches bubble to the surface in spring, the season of hope, as unpredictable as survival, never mind hospitality, often is in this environment.
"Tell me again when it started," you say.
The priest is visibly relieved. You note the silence seems to resent his chatter.
"Well, we noticed the sound first - like someone was grinding coffee above the water table, then the chips in the wall. Grief has always flowed here, always washed the rockface to a pebble's fineness. It shouldn't have fractures unless it's been broken, and we don't break Grief for anything. It rises and falls in its own time, but still we come to water..."
The priest's voice becomes as sonorous and as steady as the groundwater his people revere, and you're glad he's more interested now in his homily than in furtively glancing at your wing-stumps. It's why you're good at this kind of thing - spelunking - and why this superstitious clan hired you. You haven't flown in decades because you can't, but some Earthshaker zealots have been known to - to de-wing themselves, as a demonstration of their loyalty to groundedness and to eternal constancy. Your limitations are hushedly lauded in these circles, but you feel nothing - nothing you wish to examine anyway, not now and not later.
At the base of the stairs, you find Grief in the near-abyssal black. It is loud today, roaring and surely white with rapids. The priest observes, puzzled, that you cast long shadows. They disappear to meet the distant rockface opposite you, and blink in and out as the lightsource telegraphs your movements.
You whirl and intercept your attacker mid-air, but its bite oxidizes the bracer you raise to guard your throat. It rebounds with a small, sad thump. The priest crows with triumph as his hastily-lit lamp exposes the identity of your mark.
"Maggot," he spits at the dazed spiral - a Ringwyrm, and a Decay at that. Its presence here is blasphemous and furthermore truly, potentially destructive. Ringwyrms dealt with the dead and the dying, and they could easily contaminate groundwater with disease. They're a practical concern for you, a religious one for your employers.
You advance at the priest's back and draw your sword. With a single strike, it's over.
You catch the body, at least, when he topples, and crouch before the spiral. She squints brightly, blindingly, at you - then spits a tooth. It pings off your armor.
"It'll grow back," you chide. "You're a long way from home, princess."
"Becaussse you chassse," she hisses. "You chassse me. Why?"
You tell her: tales of her ability to diagnose the most malignant diseases have reached as far as the Southern Icefields; tales of a she-leech who tastes and sees the ugliest truths, swallows them, cauterizes them; tales of the capricious twins who shadow and sometimes spurn, sometimes support her, one deaf to her arguments and one ever-yielding: together they see, hear, and speak of all evils; together, perhaps, they would speak of your own and banish them from your traitorous body.
"No," she pouts. "You tassste terrible. It isss your sssoul. It will poissson you sssstill. Pointlessss."
"It is not pointless," you smile serenely and lever your blade.
Her eyes flutter and flicker, making your own smart with their indomitable, sacred light. Then bloody-mouthed, she grins back.
"I'm glad we understand each other," you say.
And then you sheathe your sword, for the last time.
"It's not much further," he assures you - assures himself - as the pair of you descend the brittle stone steps to Dragonhome's central aquifer, Grief, so named for the Earthshaker's sunken tears. Its innumerable branches bubble to the surface in spring, the season of hope, as unpredictable as survival, never mind hospitality, often is in this environment.
"Tell me again when it started," you say.
The priest is visibly relieved. You note the silence seems to resent his chatter.
"Well, we noticed the sound first - like someone was grinding coffee above the water table, then the chips in the wall. Grief has always flowed here, always washed the rockface to a pebble's fineness. It shouldn't have fractures unless it's been broken, and we don't break Grief for anything. It rises and falls in its own time, but still we come to water..."
The priest's voice becomes as sonorous and as steady as the groundwater his people revere, and you're glad he's more interested now in his homily than in furtively glancing at your wing-stumps. It's why you're good at this kind of thing - spelunking - and why this superstitious clan hired you. You haven't flown in decades because you can't, but some Earthshaker zealots have been known to - to de-wing themselves, as a demonstration of their loyalty to groundedness and to eternal constancy. Your limitations are hushedly lauded in these circles, but you feel nothing - nothing you wish to examine anyway, not now and not later.
At the base of the stairs, you find Grief in the near-abyssal black. It is loud today, roaring and surely white with rapids. The priest observes, puzzled, that you cast long shadows. They disappear to meet the distant rockface opposite you, and blink in and out as the lightsource telegraphs your movements.
You whirl and intercept your attacker mid-air, but its bite oxidizes the bracer you raise to guard your throat. It rebounds with a small, sad thump. The priest crows with triumph as his hastily-lit lamp exposes the identity of your mark.
"Maggot," he spits at the dazed spiral - a Ringwyrm, and a Decay at that. Its presence here is blasphemous and furthermore truly, potentially destructive. Ringwyrms dealt with the dead and the dying, and they could easily contaminate groundwater with disease. They're a practical concern for you, a religious one for your employers.
You advance at the priest's back and draw your sword. With a single strike, it's over.
You catch the body, at least, when he topples, and crouch before the spiral. She squints brightly, blindingly, at you - then spits a tooth. It pings off your armor.
"It'll grow back," you chide. "You're a long way from home, princess."
"Becaussse you chassse," she hisses. "You chassse me. Why?"
You tell her: tales of her ability to diagnose the most malignant diseases have reached as far as the Southern Icefields; tales of a she-leech who tastes and sees the ugliest truths, swallows them, cauterizes them; tales of the capricious twins who shadow and sometimes spurn, sometimes support her, one deaf to her arguments and one ever-yielding: together they see, hear, and speak of all evils; together, perhaps, they would speak of your own and banish them from your traitorous body.
"No," she pouts. "You tassste terrible. It isss your sssoul. It will poissson you sssstill. Pointlessss."
"It is not pointless," you smile serenely and lever your blade.
Her eyes flutter and flicker, making your own smart with their indomitable, sacred light. Then bloody-mouthed, she grins back.
"I'm glad we understand each other," you say.
And then you sheathe your sword, for the last time.
Lenka and Ahnu have had two Deep Earths (twins!) and a Decay successor, who has been adopted. The twins are 150kt/g each. They are currently available to pinglist members and will be up for grabs on the AH after 48 hours.
Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!
@heavylobster
Oh!! Would you be alright with 400kt + 200g for the primal girl? I wanted a decay the most and, boy, is she wonderful.
Oh!! Would you be alright with 400kt + 200g for the primal girl? I wanted a decay the most and, boy, is she wonderful.
@heavylobster
Oh!! Would you be alright with 400kt + 200g for the primal girl? I wanted a decay the most and, boy, is she wonderful.
Oh!! Would you be alright with 400kt + 200g for the primal girl? I wanted a decay the most and, boy, is she wonderful.
@Blightwyrm
Of course! I'll send a two-way CR your way. If you choose a title for her, please let me know it so I can include that in her registry entry. (Your avatar is so cool, btw!! I love that skin.)
Of course! I'll send a two-way CR your way. If you choose a title for her, please let me know it so I can include that in her registry entry. (Your avatar is so cool, btw!! I love that skin.)
@Blightwyrm
Of course! I'll send a two-way CR your way. If you choose a title for her, please let me know it so I can include that in her registry entry. (Your avatar is so cool, btw!! I love that skin.)
Of course! I'll send a two-way CR your way. If you choose a title for her, please let me know it so I can include that in her registry entry. (Your avatar is so cool, btw!! I love that skin.)
@heavylobster
I'm not sure yet what title for her, I'll definitely have one soon though. I know I want her and maybe one or two others with a connection to fungi, still thinking about the specifics (I love the idea of decays cultivating the dead to help feed the mycelium underground!) and what title to pull from it. And of course I want to write more to continue your fantastic lore that's already there.
(Also thank you he's my favorite boy, I love glasses on dragons and the accent perfectly matches his stained <3 )
I'm not sure yet what title for her, I'll definitely have one soon though. I know I want her and maybe one or two others with a connection to fungi, still thinking about the specifics (I love the idea of decays cultivating the dead to help feed the mycelium underground!) and what title to pull from it. And of course I want to write more to continue your fantastic lore that's already there.
(Also thank you he's my favorite boy, I love glasses on dragons and the accent perfectly matches his stained <3 )
@heavylobster
I'm not sure yet what title for her, I'll definitely have one soon though. I know I want her and maybe one or two others with a connection to fungi, still thinking about the specifics (I love the idea of decays cultivating the dead to help feed the mycelium underground!) and what title to pull from it. And of course I want to write more to continue your fantastic lore that's already there.
(Also thank you he's my favorite boy, I love glasses on dragons and the accent perfectly matches his stained <3 )
I'm not sure yet what title for her, I'll definitely have one soon though. I know I want her and maybe one or two others with a connection to fungi, still thinking about the specifics (I love the idea of decays cultivating the dead to help feed the mycelium underground!) and what title to pull from it. And of course I want to write more to continue your fantastic lore that's already there.
(Also thank you he's my favorite boy, I love glasses on dragons and the accent perfectly matches his stained <3 )