Creative Corner

[center][b]Shaw (Shank)[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23764791] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/237648/23764791_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center] Shaw is my beautiful Merc baby. He is a vessel, but perhaps not holy, of justice and vengeance. Shaw takes any job that lets him fight and help people at the same time. That makes his position in the Quarry advantageous for the dragons there. He often helps with Patrolling and takes over for [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=63130&tab=dragon&did=16345198]Nyura [/url]when she asks. I just really like his shades though. I'll probably write lore for him one of these days. For the meantime, I have Fletcher's lore. [center]~~~~~~ Lore by @Fletcher ~~~~~~[/center] He was given the name Shaw. As a child, the small wildclaw fought more fiercely than he had any right, and initially the nickname "Shank" was an insult, but eventually, it just became what dragons called him. He almost preferred it to his real name; it showed how powerful he was. At the same time, he also wished that dragons who looked at him in fear wouldn't realize how much death he had caused. When he was young, Shaw watched constantly for the underdog, defending against dragons much larger than him with ferocity. He was never a calm fighter; to this day he can be vulnerable when fighting, because when his temper flares, he flies into a frenzy and becomes a danger to friend and foe alike. He learned to lash out with a sword and his powerful tail, whipping and slashing his enemies into submission. He caught his enemies off-guard with improvisation in his fighting, and those who took the time to look were impressed by the hidden grace in his purposeful footwork. After his fighting skills developed, however, Shaw wasn't much liked in his clan. His parents were disappointed at how many fights he got into, and those that he fought obviously didn't hold much love for him. Shaw left his parents' lair at an early age and became a sword for hire. It was an easy life for him; those who hired mercenaries paid well, and Shaw spent the money freely, relaxing and living well until he ran out of funds and took on another job. Many of the dragons he assassinated, captured, or, at the very least, injured, were either criminals or the unbelievably rich. He took to hating those types himself, begrudging those who flaunted their wealth. It was several months before all of the blood he spilled finally began to get to him. Shaw tried to convince himself that he was doing good work; executing and punishing those who were making Sornieth a horrible place to live for those who couldn't fight back. But at the same time, guilt clawed at him, and in his nightmares, his muzzle was always covered in blood, dripping from the sword gripped permanently between his teeth. In one of the last missions Shaw ever took on, he was hired to track a thief. The moment Shaw set eyes on the skydancer, he disliked him. Coyote wore his wealth; a massive plume from a hat was just one piece of his set of frippery, and just the sight made Shaw sick. As he snuck after the skydancer, he disliked more and more the way that he pretended to be gentle and soft-spoken to charm his way into other dragons' hearts, before making away with their expensive things. Shaw ground his teeth. He was going to put a stop to it. But just when Shaw was about to out Coyote in his newest clan, he was taken aback at the way that the skydancer treated a powerful-looking imperial. Coyote spoke to her with sincerity, and though even Shaw was too shy to follow them at night, the way that the dragon looked at him, and how warmly she looked over her single egg by him, told Shaw that Coyote wasn't just playing her. The other dragons in the clan seemed to know the skydancer, too, and he talked and laughed with them over meals at night, and didn't steal anything that Shaw could see. Warily, Shaw decided to join the clan that Coyote was spending so much time in, if not to keep a closer eye on the skydancer, then to learn more about him through the other dragons that knew him.

[b]Augur:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27994238] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/279943/27994238_350.png[/img] [/url] Augur is one interesting gal. He is a dragon with all the wrong things. He has been, in a way, cursed since a young age to know a future that she cannot change. He is a Seer, meaning she can see time as one may see a mosaic or loom of threads. These threads are beyond his ability to change, however. No matter what she does, the future she sees is what happens. He is temporally locked, meaning that there is only one of her in any timeline ever or will ever be. She cannot deviate from this path so she cannot change what she sees. What she sees is what happens because of what she does or does not do. It is far too complicated to really get into detail with. Temporal mechanics hurts my brain. ~~~ Even for an Arcane dragon, Augur presented an extraordinary amount of magical prowess. Even as a hatchling, she could match her parents in skill, surrounding herself with her own levitating toys or talking over other dragons because she could already predict what they would say. As she grew older, Augur's powers did not wane, and the predictions that she was merely exhibiting a hatchling's uncanny bursts of magic faded. he only grew stronger and stronger, and by the time she was grown the young guardian could see far in the future; so much so that it began to damage her. Her parents found her curled on the floor of their cave, shattered pin stones around her, holding her head under her paws. she sobbed that she had seen the end of a world--perhaps not theirs--but some other planet. The days went by slowly for Augur, and her clan slowly withdrew from her, fearing that her dark coat and intense magic would bring harm to them. Augur was almost glad of it. When she looked at a dragon, their entire life flashed before her eyes; everything from the best meal they would ever eat, to who they would be mated to, to worse things--birthing pains, sicknesses, unbearable sorrows. It got to the point where Augur even knew, without wanting to, how her parents would pass away. Unable to bear the pain of knowledge and rejection, Augur fled from her clan. She sought out the best sorcerers and herbalists, hoping for a cure for her visions, and in the evenings she slept in secluded places so that others would not suffer the magical fallout of her night terrors. For many months Augur avoided those she could and scared those she did meet away. She wandered the wastes, barely clinging to the notion of finding a cure for her visions anymore. She no longer cared about life, and had grown reckless. She would not kill herself, but soon something would kill her itself. She slept fitfully still. She saw the burning of this forest, whether that was in the past or in the future was not for her to know. She saw as countless scores of dragons died here in a great battle. She saw an old, gray tundra in a brown cloak walking through the pines and smelling the air. She saw a tree uproot and fall towards the tundra. He looked at Augur and the vision evaporated. She woke with a start. Her heartbeat was fast and pulsed in her skull. She breathed hard. It was dawn, so she moved from her little hidey-hole into the forest. It was a warm morning and it smelled nice. Augur wandered around for several hours trying to make sense of her vision. The tundra had looked right at her. How could he have seen her? She rounded a massive redwood and saw him, the tundra. He was walking through the needles a ways away. “I don’t want to see this…” Augur wept. She had never been able to stop her premonitions before, and she didn’t see this as any different. She vented her frustration in a spell. It launched forth from her maw as she shouted. Beneath the shattered remains of the tree was the Tundra, and he was looking directly at her. After a short talk Augur followed the Tundra to his home for a meal. After conversing with him, though reluctantly, she decided to remain with him. She has worked diligently under Trinity, who is a much weaker seer, to control her abilities a bit better. She is making slow progress towards controlling her sight. Augur has yet to be able to change what she sees, as it is inherently what happens. Normally, time can be changed if the future is seen, as time is fluid around most beings. It can shift and stretch and split into separate paths. Augur is different. Her very being makes Time's fluidity null and its future as she sees it absolute. She is static on the great fabric of time and cannot move from the thread she is on. Because she cannot deviate from her timeline, Augur cannot change her future. She can, however, know what has occurred in the past with great certainty and what is occurring presently down to the second. Someday, she hopes, she may have some measure of control over her curse. Those days are long into the future if they exist at all, but who is counting? Augur has plenty of time.