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Here you go guys~! Hope they meet your expectations. ^^ If you have the time, I'd like to hear how much you'd pay for bios like these! :)
@Reefknot
@BatzyBoo
@Reefknot
Quote:
Nebula has always favored darkness over light. Born within the Foxfire Bramble, she made her way alone to Clan Leafbound, traveling through the precarious waters between the Shadow and Nature realms.
And it was there that she met the first exception; the only light that she would, most likely, ever like.
NightSky hailed from a powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, right-hand dragons to the Stormcatcher himself. It was tradition in the clan to send their newborns out to allied clans to gain valuable skills before returning back to their home clan.
And it wasn’t just his heritage that drew her in; it was that sharp-as-a-blade grin, wickedly intelligent mind, and his uncanny knack for making even the most stoic of dragons laugh that interested her in the first place.
Nebula pondered for days about the feelings that she had long come to term with, but did not have the courage to confess aloud.
Little did she know, NightSky was having similar thoughts.
And it was there that she met the first exception; the only light that she would, most likely, ever like.
NightSky hailed from a powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, right-hand dragons to the Stormcatcher himself. It was tradition in the clan to send their newborns out to allied clans to gain valuable skills before returning back to their home clan.
And it wasn’t just his heritage that drew her in; it was that sharp-as-a-blade grin, wickedly intelligent mind, and his uncanny knack for making even the most stoic of dragons laugh that interested her in the first place.
Nebula pondered for days about the feelings that she had long come to term with, but did not have the courage to confess aloud.
Little did she know, NightSky was having similar thoughts.
Quote:
From a large and powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, NightSky has always been looked upon in respect and awe from others.
Perhaps it was why he found himself drifting away from the social circles others formed, bored of the almost worshipping treatment the others gave him. And he was glad he made that decision too, for otherwise he never would have met Nebula.
Sarcastic, arrogant Nebula, with violet eyes that almost glowed in the dark. She never treated him any different even after learning his origins, was never afraid to give him a hard pound to the head when it was growing too big.
She was the only one who saw him for him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had fallen for the stoic Nocturne.
Now, how to admit that…?
Perhaps it was why he found himself drifting away from the social circles others formed, bored of the almost worshipping treatment the others gave him. And he was glad he made that decision too, for otherwise he never would have met Nebula.
Sarcastic, arrogant Nebula, with violet eyes that almost glowed in the dark. She never treated him any different even after learning his origins, was never afraid to give him a hard pound to the head when it was growing too big.
She was the only one who saw him for him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had fallen for the stoic Nocturne.
Now, how to admit that…?
@BatzyBoo
Quote:
Vesela glided through the air, gracefully dodging the meteors that fell from above. She did not bother to question the strange creatures riding them, (for they were certainly not dragons) and looked at her map, cargo held securely in two clawed feet.
As she neared her destination, she angled her wings downwards, beginning her descent. The Moon Ghost Clan had recently moved lairs to a cave within the Focal Point, hence the reason for her delivery.
Inside the box she held were several new pieces of furniture and furnishings, all shrunken by magic to fit within the box for her to carry. Once the magic bindings on the box were undone, the items would gradually return to their original size.
Landing softly at the entrance, she was met with a guard by the name of Shiloh, who directed her to Jasmine, the clan’s apparent interior designer. Tink meowed as he spotted another kitty within the lair, jumping off her shoulder to greet him. Or was it a her...? Vesela giggled, chasing after her companion for a few moments before catching the small tabby. Her mission done, Vesela took to the skies once more, returning back home.
As she neared her destination, she angled her wings downwards, beginning her descent. The Moon Ghost Clan had recently moved lairs to a cave within the Focal Point, hence the reason for her delivery.
Inside the box she held were several new pieces of furniture and furnishings, all shrunken by magic to fit within the box for her to carry. Once the magic bindings on the box were undone, the items would gradually return to their original size.
Landing softly at the entrance, she was met with a guard by the name of Shiloh, who directed her to Jasmine, the clan’s apparent interior designer. Tink meowed as he spotted another kitty within the lair, jumping off her shoulder to greet him. Or was it a her...? Vesela giggled, chasing after her companion for a few moments before catching the small tabby. Her mission done, Vesela took to the skies once more, returning back home.
Here you go guys~! Hope they meet your expectations. ^^ If you have the time, I'd like to hear how much you'd pay for bios like these! :)
@Reefknot
@BatzyBoo
@Reefknot
Quote:
Nebula has always favored darkness over light. Born within the Foxfire Bramble, she made her way alone to Clan Leafbound, traveling through the precarious waters between the Shadow and Nature realms.
And it was there that she met the first exception; the only light that she would, most likely, ever like.
NightSky hailed from a powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, right-hand dragons to the Stormcatcher himself. It was tradition in the clan to send their newborns out to allied clans to gain valuable skills before returning back to their home clan.
And it wasn’t just his heritage that drew her in; it was that sharp-as-a-blade grin, wickedly intelligent mind, and his uncanny knack for making even the most stoic of dragons laugh that interested her in the first place.
Nebula pondered for days about the feelings that she had long come to term with, but did not have the courage to confess aloud.
Little did she know, NightSky was having similar thoughts.
And it was there that she met the first exception; the only light that she would, most likely, ever like.
NightSky hailed from a powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, right-hand dragons to the Stormcatcher himself. It was tradition in the clan to send their newborns out to allied clans to gain valuable skills before returning back to their home clan.
And it wasn’t just his heritage that drew her in; it was that sharp-as-a-blade grin, wickedly intelligent mind, and his uncanny knack for making even the most stoic of dragons laugh that interested her in the first place.
Nebula pondered for days about the feelings that she had long come to term with, but did not have the courage to confess aloud.
Little did she know, NightSky was having similar thoughts.
Quote:
From a large and powerful clan in the Tempest Spire, NightSky has always been looked upon in respect and awe from others.
Perhaps it was why he found himself drifting away from the social circles others formed, bored of the almost worshipping treatment the others gave him. And he was glad he made that decision too, for otherwise he never would have met Nebula.
Sarcastic, arrogant Nebula, with violet eyes that almost glowed in the dark. She never treated him any different even after learning his origins, was never afraid to give him a hard pound to the head when it was growing too big.
She was the only one who saw him for him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had fallen for the stoic Nocturne.
Now, how to admit that…?
Perhaps it was why he found himself drifting away from the social circles others formed, bored of the almost worshipping treatment the others gave him. And he was glad he made that decision too, for otherwise he never would have met Nebula.
Sarcastic, arrogant Nebula, with violet eyes that almost glowed in the dark. She never treated him any different even after learning his origins, was never afraid to give him a hard pound to the head when it was growing too big.
She was the only one who saw him for him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had fallen for the stoic Nocturne.
Now, how to admit that…?
@BatzyBoo
Quote:
Vesela glided through the air, gracefully dodging the meteors that fell from above. She did not bother to question the strange creatures riding them, (for they were certainly not dragons) and looked at her map, cargo held securely in two clawed feet.
As she neared her destination, she angled her wings downwards, beginning her descent. The Moon Ghost Clan had recently moved lairs to a cave within the Focal Point, hence the reason for her delivery.
Inside the box she held were several new pieces of furniture and furnishings, all shrunken by magic to fit within the box for her to carry. Once the magic bindings on the box were undone, the items would gradually return to their original size.
Landing softly at the entrance, she was met with a guard by the name of Shiloh, who directed her to Jasmine, the clan’s apparent interior designer. Tink meowed as he spotted another kitty within the lair, jumping off her shoulder to greet him. Or was it a her...? Vesela giggled, chasing after her companion for a few moments before catching the small tabby. Her mission done, Vesela took to the skies once more, returning back home.
As she neared her destination, she angled her wings downwards, beginning her descent. The Moon Ghost Clan had recently moved lairs to a cave within the Focal Point, hence the reason for her delivery.
Inside the box she held were several new pieces of furniture and furnishings, all shrunken by magic to fit within the box for her to carry. Once the magic bindings on the box were undone, the items would gradually return to their original size.
Landing softly at the entrance, she was met with a guard by the name of Shiloh, who directed her to Jasmine, the clan’s apparent interior designer. Tink meowed as he spotted another kitty within the lair, jumping off her shoulder to greet him. Or was it a her...? Vesela giggled, chasing after her companion for a few moments before catching the small tabby. Her mission done, Vesela took to the skies once more, returning back home.
