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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20983203] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/209833/20983203_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Sibyl[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Seer[/color][/b] [i]Shade-Touched[/i][/right] [b]Dark[/b] Born to a nomadic clan of skydancers, Sibyl's wind eyes are but a mere detail. The only deity accepted by her birth clan was the Shade. Rather than a force of destruction, the Shade was seen as a cleansing that would come and rid Sornieth of evil and weakness, leaving behind a new reborn world for dragonkind to take over. Not surprisingly, her clan rarely found solace among others, and so they traveled across the land, their feathers marked by the oily touch of the Shade a warning to other clans to say clear of them. As a hatchling her mother's teachings seemed like fantastical stories to her, and the small female sought to learn as much as possible about her legacy. Trained from birth to one day replace her mother as the clan's high priestess, never did Sibyl consider leaving her people - and she never would, has fate not intervened. [b]Fate[/b] As her powers grew and her training progressed, Sibyl's fame as a seer spread. Clans that had openly shunned hers before now sought her mother's favor in hopes of getting the young apprentice to tell their fate. Like could the matriarch foresee that in flaunting her daughter she would be setting up her own downfall. Greed clouded the judgement of the powerful and reckless, and soon her coven was endangered. Fleeing from enemy territories that sought to capture their seer, distrusting allies that wouldn't hesitate to betray them for a cut on the high price for Sibyl's head. Finally it was one of their own that led them to a trap, and Sibyl watched as the only family she knew was taken from her. For a time she served her new found home, but her gift was not one that could easily be manipulated. She could offer the wisdom of her visions, but she couldn't see what wasn't there. Soon her fame had turned into a curse. Many whispered of a shade touched skydancer, cursed to bring misfortune to all that harbored her, a prophetess who would bring nothing but chaos and ruin to those who crossed her. And so she was auctioned off, again and again. Each time the host clan was a little more eager to see itself rid of her, and she soon accepted the inevitable fate - soon she would be sent to serve the gods themselves. The only ones believed to be powerful enough to contain her - and the same ones she hadn't believed in all her life. It was quite a puzzle. [b]New[/b] When at last she was sold into a clan in the frozen realm of the Icewarden, there was no fight left in the female. Surprised, she found herself in front of the queen of her newfound home - an intimidating skydancer who merely watched as all around her the court exploded into chaos as soon as Sibyl walked in. Not one to be easily intimidated by rumors, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]Cassandra[/url] dismissed the rumors as easily as she did the uproar in her court, with a flick of her claws and a steely glare in the direction of those bold enough to argue with her ruling. Backed by their [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=2329897]priestess[/url], it was a simple matter to make her clan accept the new addition - as well as the benefits of having a seer capable of making accurate [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde]predictions[/url] that would benefit them. However, one would be wise not to risk the safety of the young female. And so Sibyl saw herself in the company of [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=23092444]Surge[/url] - her new bodyguard with questionable morals and skills as sharp as his claws. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18044303] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/180444/18044303_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Flair[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Bookkeeper[/color][/b] [i]Royal Advisor[/i][/right] [b]Golden[/b] Trained from a hatchling to take the place of the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=dragon&id=0&did=1228404]former court member[/url] of the same name, Flair was from a young age trained in the arts of diplomacy. However, the sharp minded skydancer soon grew bored or living her days gossiping about, and found a knack for numbers and a love for all thins gold. Along with her mate, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=17983905]Gild[/url], Flair is responsible for the book keeping and treasury of the clan. While it is true that festival matters are outside of her jurisdiction, the couple acts as advisors to the queen when it comes to the clan’s treasure. Though she has the power to act on her own, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]Cassandra[/url] learned to trust them on such matters, and mostly leave them to manage it themselves. Her daughter [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=19649707]Jewel [/url]acts as vault keeper, and though highly influential within the higher hierarchy of the clan, the small band of golden skydancers pride themselves in their integrity and honesty when it comes to the clan’s coin. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17983905] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/179840/17983905_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Gild[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Treasurer[/color][/b] [i]Royal Advisor[/i][/right] [b]Golden[/b] Level headed, serious and dedicated to his trade, Gild is the treasurer and royal advisor for the clan. Along with his [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=18044303]mate[/url], they are responsible for keeping the clan’s coin, and making sure that it is well spent to make their small fortune grow. At ease with diplomatic matters, the golden skydancer is also sometimes sent in the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]queen[/url]’s instead for meetings with other clans, easily maneuvering negotiations as he does numbers. Extremely dedicated to his job, the initially focused façade hides a serene male that enjoys spending time with his [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=19649707]daughter[/url] as she goes about her own duties as a vault guardian. Since their duties often overlap, Gild often enjoys engaging in animated discussions with his more spirited daughter. As part of his role as treasurer, Gild is in charge of seeing to the safekeeping - and, whenever possible, to the completion - of a list. Said list contains very specific items, all of great value to the clan, all needed by the queen in one way or another. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fadd3b9e13b59fddaba6f4fb4cb9e95d/tumblr_inline_o21bmouvOp1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=19649707] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/196498/19649707_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Jewel[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Vault Guardian[/color][/b] [i]Aspiring dancer[/i][/right] [b]Heart of Gold[/b] Born to the clan, Jewel was raised with her parent’s strong morals, and eventually was assigned as the guardian for the vault. As beautiful as any of the gems within, the golden female is often seen playing with the silks and gemstones she guards, dazzling passersbys with a mesmerizing flash of gold as she moves past. Though her trade is that of a warrior, the skydancer instead dreams of one day performing with the troupe of [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=18555156]nocturnes[/url] that bring cheer to an enamored audience during festivals. With the natural grace of her breed, Jewel practices in secret for her great performance with no audience, dancing by herself among the piles of gold as her impassive companion, a sunbean soldier, watches. Only her [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=19389886]mate [/url]and her[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=17983905] father[/url] are privy to her secret aspirations, both males supporting her and delighting in the way the young female glows as she speaks passionately about her dreams. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fadd3b9e13b59fddaba6f4fb4cb9e95d/tumblr_inline_o21bmouvOp1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24681381] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/246814/24681381_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Cameo[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Vault Guardian[/color][/b] [i]Secret Fan[/i][/right] [b]Golden Knight[/b] Native to the cold realm of the IceWarden, the easygoing Cameo was at once sent to a new clan in a neighboring clan to be trained as one of the new guards. The then budding clan had just started gathering a small amount of treasure, and a concerned [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]matriarch[/url] ordered at once that a pair of guards be trained to keep it safe. They would day and night be stationed at the vault’s doors, guarding the clan’s treasure and precious artifacts from those that dared to infiltrate the safety of the clan’s lair. Easily bored with his new station, it was a relief to find company in his fellow guard and mate, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=39314&did=19649707&function=edit#bio]Jewel[/url]. Young and eager to meet a skydancer from a different flight, the two soon bonded and formed an easy friendship that took up the hours of endless watch at the vault’s doors. Charmed by her sunny disposition and dazzled by her looks, Cameo couldn’t conceal his wonder the first time he saw her dancing alone in the vault, twirling among the gems that could not match her radiance. Her biggest fan, he swore to keep her secret, and longs for the quiet hours when he can watch her practice. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fadd3b9e13b59fddaba6f4fb4cb9e95d/tumblr_inline_o21bmouvOp1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=28760916] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/287610/28760916_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Agate[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]False Goddess[/color][/b] [i]Former Priestess[/i][/right] [b]Exalted[/b] It is customary for dragon clans to send those that can't find a place within the clan or with new homes to serve the deities. Called exalted by their peers, those dragons depart to the private realm of their chosen god, never to be seen again. While it is unclear what transpires during their service, few have come back, and none remember their time with the gods. Over the years that has led into a split in popular opinion over the practice. While common belief tells of a great honor to serve one's god, many would rather live simple lives with their loved ones, and are hesitant to leave their homes and families. One such dragon was Agate, who started her life as a fae in the grassy expanses by the Windsinger. Rather than leave forever to serve an unknown god, the young fae stole away in the night, carrying with her precious relics from her former home’s vault in hopes of buying her own freedom with a new clan. Too small to make significant progress, and too young to be able to fend for herself the small female soon found herself cowering and fearing for her safety. A single fae, while magically powerful, is no match for a hungry beast while young and untrained. Hoping to win an edge that would help her survive, the female blindly dug through her stolen goods, grabbing a scroll at will and praying that it would change her, as well as her fate. It just so happened that the gods were listening. [b]Divine[/b] While the use of breed change scroll is rare, most dragons are unaffected by their use. The sudden flash of light that accompanies the change is awfully theatrical, but harmless. After years of them being known to dragonkind, their use is quite commonplace and uneventful. Beastclan, however, aren’t so used to such degrees of magic. And when faced with a spectacular show of light and the sudden appearance of a young dragon apparently covered in jewels, some tribes might interpret that as a bit more than what it is. Taken in by a herd of Longnecks, Agate found herself not only lost among the sea of furry, anxious faces, but also somehow embraced as a sign of prosperity. Interpreted by the elders as a divine gift that would help them understand and thrive alongside dragonkind, the female became part of the spiritual base of the herd. Part priestess, part deity herself, the skydancer was consulted to settle disputes as well as predict the outcome of battles, crops and births. If sometimes her predictions weren’t exactly accurate they could easily be justified by some misdemeanor that had turned the gods against her beastly keepers – and naturally, she would be glad to intervene and appease the higher gods if only the herd would serve her a little better. [b]Free[/b] As the years went by the herd thrived, and Agate grew bored of ruling it. Lulled by a sense of security and power fed by her “captors”, the female thought herself capable of likewise ruling any dragon clan of her choosing, if only she could leave the furry creatures that struggled to appease her. Fate once again smiled at her when [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=25530771]Gypsum[/url] was sent to parley with the herd. Recent attacks by beastclan were compromising the delivery of goods within his clan’s territory, and his [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]queen[/url] was eager to strike peace with the local clans, attempting to achieve peace for her people. Coveting the power the foreign female seemed to have, Agate quickly made her mind to go with the ambassador once he left. If the herd received the news of her departure with a feast and much joyful celebrating, the skydancer chose to believe that they merely wished to honor her one last time. [b]Fallen[/b] Taking over a clan of dragons proved itself to be much harder than she had originally thought. The[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553] queen[/url], as the others called her, clearly failed to see how Agate could be of use to her, and any attempts to exert her clear divine calling had been met with amused expressions and blatant dismissals. Even more offending to her higher status, Agate found herself assigned to [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=25530771]Gypsum[/url] himself as his mate, since his previous one had… it wasn’t entirely clear what had happened, as the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=26815065]coatl[/url] was still a member of the clan, but somehow Gypsum had found himself lacking a mate, and Agate just happened to be available as an unmated female herself. The clan’s rules seemed barbaric and backwards to her, but there was little that she could do to impose her will. Not knowledgeable in any skill or trade, Agate is still struggling to find a role within her new clan. At least the years spent among the longnecks have made her fluent in several dialects of their language, making her useful in translating texts acquired from their scholars, and an asset to Gypsum when the male is sent on diplomatic missions with other herds. 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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21512565] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/215126/21512565_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Lysander[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Prince[/color][/b] [i]Former Dancer[/i][/right] [b]Strings[/b] His [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=39314&tab=dragon&did=1054553]mother[/url]’s favorite, the young prince was born at a time of magical convergence, to a clutch of particularly powerful skydancer siblings. With a heightened sense to magic and to the emotions of those around him, the princeling instead channeled the incessant buzz on his mind to art. It is unknown if Lysander possesses any other powers, for those are secrets he keeps to himself, and with good reason. Unlike his siblings, which embraced their powers, Lysander seeks instead to tame it. Dancing, he has described the feeling akin to having strings attached to him, pulled by the music and by the audience around him. Lithe and graceful, while lost in his song the world around him quietens, and the only thing he can feel is the rhythm as it envelops him. An accomplished musician as well, Lysander is often found roaming the clan’s domain, seeking places of solitude where he may rest from the pressure of the magic others bring and play – relishing in the quiet where others might despair at his self-imposed exile. While it was expected for him to follow his parents and siblings into political and religious functions, his mother’s favor has earned him the latitude to enjoy life with the clan. However, he grows weary, and longs to travel the world to see what else is beyond his borders – and to maybe find a way to control his powers. [b]Journey[/b] Tired of life in the clan, Lysander set out to a [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&id=47046&page=1]new home[/url] in the realm of the Lightweaver. By then an accomplished musician and dancer, he easily fell in with the local troupe, helping with the festivals and local festivities. It was hard work, and one the princeling wasn't used to in his previous life; but slowly his life at the Tempest clan became but a memory, and he got used to his new home. [b]Exhile[/b] After years at the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&id=47046&page=1]abbey[/url], the male skydancer had mellowed and settled into a life with his new home and family. The gods, however, had other plans. As a replacement was procured for him, suddenly the prince found himself without a home. With nowhere else to turn to - and reluctant to give up his life in servitude to the Icewarden - the young skydancer fled in the night and set out to his birthplace, deep in the frigid mountains that his clan had called home. Even though he had grown accustomed to laboring over his work and art at his second home, the male was unprepared to the reality of being on his own. [b]Flame[/b] Though he’s rarely apart from Cybelle, Lysander has trouble communicating with her – since Embers as a rule can’t communicate in anything other than the language of fire, their voices intelligible to common dragons and little more than the sound a crackling fire would make. In their time together they have since developed a rudimentary system of signals for her to communicate, although the prince never gave up on looking for someone that might teach her a language that she’s able to use. While he’s content with whatever they can have together, Lysander knows all too well how it feels like to be isolated from those around oneself. 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When he turned to face his mother his skin was once again unblemished, and he was as perfect as ever. [i]“Back when I left the clan, I joined a troupe. I was a performer, a dancer, a magician. As time went by, I was also replaced. I knew I would be welcome back here, so I tried to make my way home on my own. As it was, the Ice realm was a bit too far away for my economies, and before long I was stranded, picking up jobs along the way to keep me fed and clothed. Those months were… educational. I danced. I entertained. As I grew more desperate, I danced less and ‘entertained’ more. Wealthy clients pay no mind if you happen to keep some shiny baubles that you can pawn off later, specially if they are too drunk to see it when you do. I was close to having the treasure I needed for the last leg of my journey. All I needed were a few more clients, a few more gems, and I’d be home free. My last job in town was supposed to be a grand finale - a party for a wealthy client. One whose cutlery alone could have paid to feed me for months. When I got there it was-” [/i]the prince stole a glance at his mother [i]“the usual. The male liked to brag, and he insisted in taking his ‘guests’ on a tour around the place. That’s when I saw her. He kept her in a glass case, displayed in the middle of the room like another shiny nothing. The- “[/i]Lysander bit back a curse, his hackles rising at the memory[i]” gentleman that hired me bragged about having a live Ember to warm his room. She was barely a flicker of light, she was so weak. When he was asleep, I went into his study. I meant to swipe some small thing that I could pawn, but I just kept coming back to her. Before I knew it, I had opened the case “[/i]he closed his eyes for a moment[i]” she barely warmed my hands when I touched her. Something went wrong, Mother. I don’t know how it started. I must have bumped into something while I carried her, I- the curtains caught on fire. By the time I made it out of there with her the entire place was ablaze.”[/i] The queen looked from her son’s back to the small retreating form that peeked from near the door. She too had been born of the Flamecaller’s blood; she was well aware of what an Ember could do. She didn’t need the jewel in her forehead to see the events as they unfolded. The fire sparked by anger, and fueled by the desperate desire for vengeance for her captor. The Ember that now lived within her clan had almost killed herself in that one last burst of heat to consume everything. [i]“When we got back to my quarters she was so weak. I burned all my belongings trying to get her to just hang on. Somehow we both made it, and as soon as I was able to walk I set off to come here. That was my last stop” [/i]The prince lifted the amulet and stretched his wings, displaying the array of burns and holes in the jewel-like feathers[i] “I can’t fly - not anymore. But it was worth it - Cybelle is.” [/i]He stared defiantly at his mother and queen, his glinting feathers proof of what he had laid down for the female that had since stood by him. Cassandra sighed. She finally understood the devotion with which the young Ember followed her son - it was born of a crushing sense of guilt for her savior, and for what she had cost him. [/quote] [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/9577cc75dc5dccc458cea868c97edf48/tumblr_inline_o21bm9FwdX1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12245353] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/122454/12245353_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center] [b][size=5]Nickel[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Water Sprite[/color][/b] [i]Collector of shiny things[/i][/right] [b]Sprite[/b] In ancient times, the mythical and mysterious beings now known simply as Guardians were accepted as protectors of the clans, and venerated as much as the 11 deities. Then, old fisherdragons would often throw coins and trinkets in the water before an expedition or a voyage, in hopes of ensuring the Guardians favors and coming back safely. During such times Nickel and her brethren would roam lakes and seas, collecting every bit of treasure and valuables, hoarding them int caves that dotted the ocean floor. Ironically enough such places were often targeted by the same fisherdragons, who sought their fortune in the treasure ridden caves among the darkness of the Tidelord's domain. Nowadays the threat of the shade has dwindled, and dragons don't believe in protectors anymore. The deities themselves are merely seen as fierce overlords, but rare is the dragon to pray to them for help. Dragonkind has long learned that they are alone. Although the Guardians still exist, they do so in secrecy, hidden away from the eyes of the common folk of Sornieth. Old tales of them still exist, but it's common knowledge that they are but myths. As such, there is little use for sprites such as Nickel. Not quite alive, creatures such as her needed the collective belief in them in order to exist, their very existence tied to the treasure they kept and their purpose for existing. But no offering has been made in hundreds of years; slowly, the little sprites that once thrived simply ceased to be. [b]Nickels[/b] One of the few remaining sprites, Nickel was drawn to the water surrounding the frozen wastelands belonging to the Icewarden. There, she found a clan where Guardians still thrived, fed by the magic in the artifacts kept by the clan, their purpose renewed in keeping such relics safe. Not only that, but her new home was full of precious gems, jewel and treasure. None was ever offered to her, but anything within her reach was gladly accepted as an offering. Slowly, the little snapper began to build herself a new home, tucking away bits and pieces of gold and getting stronger with each coin. After centuries lost, she had found a new purpose. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/fadd3b9e13b59fddaba6f4fb4cb9e95d/tumblr_inline_o21bmouvOp1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26466266] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/264663/26466266_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Thymus[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Blind Perfumist[/color][/b] [i]Master of Scents[/i][/right] [b]Sightless[/b] Born blind and with a delicate health, Thymus was a handful to his home clan as a hatchling. Born to a clan with only a handful of dragons, his parents could not afford to keep an eye on him constantly, and the little coatl could often be found stuck in places he should not have gotten himself into. Dismayed and resigned, his clan decided that a kinder fate would be to foster the hatchling to another clan, and sent him to the market where he could hopefully attract the interest of a passing clan. [b]Scent[/b] Despite his blindness, as he grew older the coatl found that his other senses were useful in keeping him aware of his surroundings. Developing a strong sense of smell, he soon discovered a knack for telling scents apart and distinguishing subtle differences in the air. It was only a natural progression for him to start training as a perfume maker. [b]Perfume[/b] Soon his renown grew as a master at the arts of perfumery, and he was invited by the queen herself to work for the Tempest Clan. The icy walls of the mountain create a sterile environment where Thymus doesn't need to concern himself with contamination from outside smells, and the cold itself is ideal to preserve his oils and plants. Finally the coatl had found a place for himself. The only limitation to his trade was the fact that the male was unable to procure his own herbs and materials for his craft. Sightless and flightless, a foraging expedition would be perilous at best, and no warrior wanted to be responsible for the welfare of the delicate coatl while out in the wilderness. So an assistant was procured for him, a trapper from the swamps ruled by the Gladekeeper. Fearless, Wisteria had no issues with his odd requests for herbs and flowers, and enjoyed the freedom of traveling all around Sornieth on her boss' orders. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/13b1306299052bd8661bad92febbdde9/tumblr_inline_o21bnbQvyI1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26646997] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/266470/26646997_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [b][size=5]Wisteria[/size][/b] ----- [right][b][color=#731D08]Trapper[/color][/b] [i]Fearless Forager[/i][/right] [b]Swamp[/b] Born in the swamps under the Gladekeeper vines, Wisteria was from a young age acquainted with the reality that those not careful might just end up as someone else's lunch. Born and raised among a clan of trappers that lived from the food and scavenged goods they could gather, the hardy female has a no-nonsense attitude and little time for the frivolous dragons of her new home. As far as she's concerned, silks are only good for getting you tangled up when you need to run fast. [b]Eyes[/b] The female imperial was never content with her life, and as soon as she saw an opportunity she fled and became a hired hand a a nearby marketplace. Fetching materials, battling beastclan or procuring young hatchlings, she worked for anyone with the coin to pay her, and if not happy, at least she was no longer trapped. She might miss the green waters of her hatchling days, but her freedom was something that she'd keep at all costs. When a contract came her away about a position with an ice clan her interest got the best of her, and the handsome payment drove Wisteria into the frigid wastelands of the Icewarden. What she did not expect was that her new position was not as a hired mercenary, but that of an assistant to a blind coatl happy to spend his entire life in a tiny room with some dried herbs he's never see. Baffled at his accepting demeanor towards his predicament, Wisteria was reluctant at first to work with Thymus, wary of becoming nothing more than a glorified nanny. Only with time did she begrudgingly concede that her companion was not only brilliant at his trade, but also more than able to take care of himself. Working with him to fetch rare herbs and flowers - oftentimes in perilous and distant places - the imperial enjoyed her freedom to travel the world with no worries about whether or not she'd have a home to come back to. [center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/1472d40b5a1c39406f28a5a6638fd134/tumblr_inline_o21bmtn7Oz1r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1752691#1752691]Back to the Hub[/url][/center]