hi hi hi i'm xen, xenaya, aya or whatever you can think of!
i like making me some dragon bios, but because of commissioning and randomly picking up dragons from the AH and getting distracted from doing FR stuff by FR itself....i haven't actually written much for my own clan!
this fact has saddened me deeply, and so i'm making my own project where i post up little things as to what's going on in my clan. these will be completely random and irregular, but by having a thread out here in the CC (where all you lovely people do the stalk thing, which i love) i will probably motivate myself to write more.
to start, let me tell you a bit about the clan!
it comprises of dragons that have been reborn-- dragons that all have had past lives, all in the great clan known as The Red Zephyr, one that dominated and reveled in the Windswept Plateau. yet, those dragons all mysterious died, vanished, or were killed off one by one and the clan of great hunters became, by desitny, the hunted.
now, Ryun, a red mirror, is troubled by memories of a past life-- and so she sets out, a lone hatchling, with no parents and no teachers, except for her own memory that serves as her guide and master. to begin anew...the red zephyr.
this (the first post) will always be added onto as i come up with more ideas for the little "beginnings" of my dragons uwu
if you've read this far--- please tell me which paragraph you liked the most/ found the most interesting?
i like making me some dragon bios, but because of commissioning and randomly picking up dragons from the AH and getting distracted from doing FR stuff by FR itself....i haven't actually written much for my own clan!
this fact has saddened me deeply, and so i'm making my own project where i post up little things as to what's going on in my clan. these will be completely random and irregular, but by having a thread out here in the CC (where all you lovely people do the stalk thing, which i love) i will probably motivate myself to write more.
to start, let me tell you a bit about the clan!
it comprises of dragons that have been reborn-- dragons that all have had past lives, all in the great clan known as The Red Zephyr, one that dominated and reveled in the Windswept Plateau. yet, those dragons all mysterious died, vanished, or were killed off one by one and the clan of great hunters became, by desitny, the hunted.
now, Ryun, a red mirror, is troubled by memories of a past life-- and so she sets out, a lone hatchling, with no parents and no teachers, except for her own memory that serves as her guide and master. to begin anew...the red zephyr.
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"She's gone."
The soft words from their seer were met, as usual, with silence. It was not silence that mourned, no, but the type of silence that asked-- why it had to be this way. The fields around them had decayed, the little river that many had helped dig had run dry. It was like the little land had been sucked dry once it had lost what it had cherished the most-- Inari's presence.
The only thing that was constant was the large lantern kept right in the middle of the circle-- it was about the size of an adult pearlcather and the fire that erupted from its base was the proud product of their clan's sorcerer-- it was dark red and burned no other shade, and never went out or even faltered. You see, it was made from the fae's very essence, so the flame would only ever go out if she were to perish
Everyone looked to the flame, and in that same instant, almost as if forseeing the apocalypse, the great flame flickered.
Everyone stared at it, dozens of little green eyes.
It flickered again, little wisps of crimson beckoning the dragons around it to come closer.
It moved wildly, the fire now begging the dragons for help-- flicker after flicker.
And then it went out, leaving the clan in darkness.
"Scairi!"
The shouts were instant-- panic spread quickly. The moonlight was not enough to find a single fae in the thousands of acres that the Scarlet Tornado had claimed as its home. THe next morning, the seer pronounced it.
She, too, was gone.
The mirror hatchling awoke, bathed in sweat. Another nightmare?
Geez. Ryun rolls over in her little nest, stretches her wings, and falls into her dreamscape yet again.
Among the puzzle pieces of the frigid floes, a glacier stands, wobbling through the currents and towards the Ashfall Waste. It isn't tall enough to be noticed, nor oddly-shaped enough to be spotted while flying above. But if the stray dragon is ever keen on swiping past the frozen waters with their face only inches from the icy surface (in other words, if the specimen at hand is a total idiot), they may have noticed something. A single glowing orb, like a frozen pearl, in the middle of the icy block.
Meanwhile, in the Ashfall Waste itself, a very young coatl looks upwards. The sky. Maybe she's mistaking it, but it feels as though there's a familiar face in the clouds above her. She doesn't understand this feeling, and it's driving her insane, but what if who she is isn't who she's meant to be?
The warmth of the Emberglow Hearth no longer calls out her name. It's a different kind of destiny, and she can only hope the sky is good at keeping its promises. Who knows how many shattered ones she'll find on this journey? The very idea of change sparks a fire inside her own heart, and suddenly, the sky's not far away, and her wings are besides her.
The world is hers, if only she can leave the other one behind.
A guardian leaves the Reedcliff to find his charge.
Another guardian loses hers.
Green, blue and purple eyes stare at each other in a three-way lock.
Seconds pass and the eerie forest is consumed with the stillness of the three distinct dragons' piercing gazes. To ease the aura of war, a little leaf falls onto the head of a young imperial. The blue eyes blink, and laughter erupts from the other two.
Huria's lost the staring contest again, much to her dismay.
The sound of swift, agile feet hitting a grassland. But if you listen closely, and smell the spring air, you will notice that the footfalls are being followed by hundreds more. Shimmering wings dart past, and loud voices follow.
Something (or someone?) has been stolen.
The chase has begun.
Another coatl finds herself stained in scarlet blood, and her curious tongue learns that it enjoys the metallic taste. For some reason, though, she's crying. Underneath her foot is a sparkling gem, and a part of her wishes that she'd never laid eyes on it.
Soon after, that part of her dies away, just like the pearlcatcher at her feet.
A series of unrelated events sets off, just like those unrelated deaths a hundred years ago.
The soft words from their seer were met, as usual, with silence. It was not silence that mourned, no, but the type of silence that asked-- why it had to be this way. The fields around them had decayed, the little river that many had helped dig had run dry. It was like the little land had been sucked dry once it had lost what it had cherished the most-- Inari's presence.
The only thing that was constant was the large lantern kept right in the middle of the circle-- it was about the size of an adult pearlcather and the fire that erupted from its base was the proud product of their clan's sorcerer-- it was dark red and burned no other shade, and never went out or even faltered. You see, it was made from the fae's very essence, so the flame would only ever go out if she were to perish
Everyone looked to the flame, and in that same instant, almost as if forseeing the apocalypse, the great flame flickered.
Everyone stared at it, dozens of little green eyes.
It flickered again, little wisps of crimson beckoning the dragons around it to come closer.
It moved wildly, the fire now begging the dragons for help-- flicker after flicker.
And then it went out, leaving the clan in darkness.
"Scairi!"
The shouts were instant-- panic spread quickly. The moonlight was not enough to find a single fae in the thousands of acres that the Scarlet Tornado had claimed as its home. THe next morning, the seer pronounced it.
She, too, was gone.
The mirror hatchling awoke, bathed in sweat. Another nightmare?
Geez. Ryun rolls over in her little nest, stretches her wings, and falls into her dreamscape yet again.
Among the puzzle pieces of the frigid floes, a glacier stands, wobbling through the currents and towards the Ashfall Waste. It isn't tall enough to be noticed, nor oddly-shaped enough to be spotted while flying above. But if the stray dragon is ever keen on swiping past the frozen waters with their face only inches from the icy surface (in other words, if the specimen at hand is a total idiot), they may have noticed something. A single glowing orb, like a frozen pearl, in the middle of the icy block.
Meanwhile, in the Ashfall Waste itself, a very young coatl looks upwards. The sky. Maybe she's mistaking it, but it feels as though there's a familiar face in the clouds above her. She doesn't understand this feeling, and it's driving her insane, but what if who she is isn't who she's meant to be?
The warmth of the Emberglow Hearth no longer calls out her name. It's a different kind of destiny, and she can only hope the sky is good at keeping its promises. Who knows how many shattered ones she'll find on this journey? The very idea of change sparks a fire inside her own heart, and suddenly, the sky's not far away, and her wings are besides her.
The world is hers, if only she can leave the other one behind.
A guardian leaves the Reedcliff to find his charge.
Another guardian loses hers.
Green, blue and purple eyes stare at each other in a three-way lock.
Seconds pass and the eerie forest is consumed with the stillness of the three distinct dragons' piercing gazes. To ease the aura of war, a little leaf falls onto the head of a young imperial. The blue eyes blink, and laughter erupts from the other two.
Huria's lost the staring contest again, much to her dismay.
The sound of swift, agile feet hitting a grassland. But if you listen closely, and smell the spring air, you will notice that the footfalls are being followed by hundreds more. Shimmering wings dart past, and loud voices follow.
Something (or someone?) has been stolen.
The chase has begun.
Another coatl finds herself stained in scarlet blood, and her curious tongue learns that it enjoys the metallic taste. For some reason, though, she's crying. Underneath her foot is a sparkling gem, and a part of her wishes that she'd never laid eyes on it.
Soon after, that part of her dies away, just like the pearlcatcher at her feet.
A series of unrelated events sets off, just like those unrelated deaths a hundred years ago.
this (the first post) will always be added onto as i come up with more ideas for the little "beginnings" of my dragons uwu
if you've read this far--- please tell me which paragraph you liked the most/ found the most interesting?
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