Creative Corner

[center][font=3][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31016610] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/310167/31016610_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Mokairum. [/b] Mokairum's story is a little peculiar. She was not abandoned, lost or sold, yet she was raised by an entirely different clan than in which she had been born. She was dearly loved by her parents, spoiled alongside her many siblings. It was on a day when the sun was highest and she was playing with her clutchmates, that she was happened upon by a much older Guardian. Mokai was the ancient dragon's charge. Being from a half-Guardian lineage, she was given to the elder who had, in her long years of life, never knew the urge to protect. Elyse, the Guardian who had taken her under her wings, was a traveler who had explored every corner of Sorneith and made her home in the warmer region of the Icefields. Together, just the two of them shared a grand lair that she had created, filled with all the treasures she had accumulated during her adventures. The new change in family did not despair young Mokai, who enjoyed the expansive lair. Shortly after her arrival, the clan received a new member - an egg Elyse had stumbled upon during a scavenging trip. Mokai, only two months old, was delighted for another dragon to socialize with and spent the entire incubation process looking after it. From it hatched her new sister who she had the honor of naming Morgana. The two were inseparable at first, Morgana stumbling after her elder sister everywhere she went. There was nothing they didn't do together. Unfortunately, as the obsidian Guardian grew, the more troublesome she became. Eventually, she became unbearable for Mokairum, leading to the older dragon distancing herself. Unable to cope with Morgana, the elder Guardian began a sort of rite of passage, leaving the Icefields. On her travels, she crossed paths with a wandering Imperial and was infatuated with him. She bore him three hatchlings but ultimately decided they would be better left in his care and returned home after a few weeks. As the sisters reached maturity, so did their adoptive mother. Elyse, an already ancient dragon, became sickly, unable to leave the lair as the weeks passed. Not wishing to wither away in her cave, she began a journey to the Fortress of Ends, where she would give herself to the Icewarden. With her passing, the matter of who the clan's leadership went to fell on the sisters. With neither of them truly having a claim to the role of matriarch, they fought over who it belonged to. Finally, Mokairum proposed a solution. They would each create their own dynasty, raising the strongest legacy they could, and whoever proved victorious would earn the territory. Shortly after the agreeance of a challenge, Mokairum began to search for a respectable mate who was worthy to father her hatchlings. A passing Skydancer with plumage as beautiful as her own caught her eye. Dressed in filigree armor, she inquired about his future. He was embarking on a pilgrimage across Sorneith, exploring every region. Then he would head for the Sunbeam Ruins, where he would become a soldier under the Lightweaver. Although not of the Light faith, Mokai was in awe of his bravery and she bought his time with gold and tundra cacti. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31681975] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/316820/31681975_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Alusair.[/b] Born in the Starfall Isles, it seemed destined that Alusair would grow to serve under the Arcanist. However, when he was little, he found his faith under the guidance of the Lightweaver, perhaps feeling a kinship to the deity with their similar colors. His clan was not very accepting of his devotion to the light dragon and promptly exiled him, forcing him on his own at a very young age. Deciding to not allow this to hinder him, Alusair took this as a sign. The night that he was forced out of his clan, he vowed that he would travel to every region of Sorneith, see all the world had to offer before he would reach the Sunbeam Ruins, where he would devote himself to the Lightweaver. On his pilgrimage throughout Sorneith, Alusair crossed paths with a lovely Guardian. She was rather friendly and keen on learning of his past and future. Upon hearing of his plans, she was in awe of his devotion and offered to buy his time. He agreed, desperate for some form of socialization as his travels had left him isolated. A week passed since their meeting and they had spent barely any time apart from one another. It was safe to say that Alusair had become infatuated with the sweet Guardian named Mokairum. His plans changed. He did not see his abandoment of his travels as sacrilege, as he took his meeting of Mokai as part of Lightweaver's plans for him. The rivalry between his mate and her sister is not something he particularly agrees with, though he is willing to accept it. Wishing to protect Mokai and help her achieve the claim to her adoptive mother's land, he has agreed to the process that she has chosen to help their lineage grow stronger. [/center]

[center][font=3][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32741408] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/327415/32741408_350.png[/img] [/url] [b] Morgana. [/b] Morgana was born to an unusual clan, consisting of only two other Guardians. She was found by an elderly dragon named Elyse, who stumbled upon her abandoned egg somewhere in the tundra of the Icefields, where she was promptly brought back to be cared for. Her adoptive sister, Mokairum, was the first one she saw when she emerged from her crystalline egg and as such, she imprinted on the young Guardian. Mokai's motherly side made her an affectionate sister, always looking out for and teaching Morgana how to survive. The two were never far apart from one another. As Morgana grew, her aspirations became realized and soon, she became aware of her charge - herself. She became narcissistic, every action tailored to whatever benefit it would have on her, ultimately. Her sudden change in personality disgusted her elder sister and soon she isolated herself from Morgana, denying them any sort of relationship. With the two Guardians of age, their inclinations became more about self-preservation and continuing their legacy. After Elyse's passing, it was only natural that they stake their claim to the territory she had left behind. With no true heir to take it, they would have to settle among themselves who the worthier one was. Although Morgana would have preferred to best her sister in combat, it was her love for her that agreed to a challenge of the dynasty they would create. Only days after they had agreed to settle their claim, Morgana met Ranmir, a Ridgeback who hailed from the Wastelands. Scar-ridden, he proudly told her his tales of survival, fighting to live. He had fought his way to the top of his clan before eradicating them, reaping all the reward for himself. The only reason he traversed to the Icefields was for a new challenge. Knowing that her legacy had to be physically strong to face her sister's, Morgana offered Ranmir a new throne and more treasure, should he nest with her. As they prepared to bring in new hatchlings, their need for one another blossomed into something more intimate. Though neither would label their relationship as "love", they are both protective over one another. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32617704] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/326178/32617704_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Ranmir.[/b] Ranmir suffered a rough life as a hatchling. Born into the Wastelands, food and resources were scarce and disease ran rampant. In order to survive, you had to be the best. Able to fight for what was yours and to fend off any virus or parasite that would thrive inside of you. Among his siblings, he prevailed as victor, bullying them out of their meals and any other scavenged items he felt he was worthy of. When he grew into adulthood, he left his family behind, deeming them too weak. He traversed the Wastelands in search of someplace he could make his home and stumbled into a vicious, feral clan that survived through whatever means necessary. He fought his way into it as he did everything, quickly earning a high rank among the veteran dragons. But he didn't stop there. The comfy life was not one he enjoyed and he soon rebelled against them, slaughtering as many of his brethren as he could. With them all gone, he reaped what treasure he could before leaving, deciding the Wastelands weren't good enough for him. After having arrived in the Icefields, Ranmir was delighted at the new challenges he would face. The tundra was harsh, worse than even the Plaguelands. Here, you fought against the Icewarden himself. As he searched the floes for a suitable home, he crossed paths with a beautiful obsidian Guardian, scars etched into her muscled body. In that instant, they both understood they were looking upon their equal. Morgana wasted no time in explaining her situation to him, informing him that she was to create the strongest dynasty all of Sorneith had ever seen and that she would conquer, starting with the home she was being denied. Ranmir was not pleased to know he would be sharing the territory she wished claim to with her sister and his mate, and their offspring when they came. He made his intentions clear with them, baring fangs and claws and threats. They would rule, he assured them.[/center]

[center][font=3]Rays of light danced across frozen crystals, shining a prism halo along the jagged edges of the eggs. Mokairum lay beside them, her cheek resting against one of her unborn hatchlings. Through the entire nesting period, she had not left them, fear and worry chewing at her gut. All this time she had been so sure in herself, so certain that she and her loving mate would birth glorious children who would continue their proud legacy. But what if they didn't...what if their hatchlings were weak and simple? The thoughts gnawed at her, even now, and she shifted uncomfortably, nudging one of the eggs with the tip of her nose, snorting impatiently. As if it could sense it's mother's anxiety, it reacted with a soft shake, barely noticeable. Except to Mokai who had been watching them closely, waiting for any sign of their hatching. She froze at the movement, completely still. Waiting. Another wiggle, this time stronger, and she knew it was beginning. "Alu!" She shouted, calling for her mate. The Skydancer was beside her in seconds, his polished armor clacking as he rushed into the enclave. Neither of them noticed the obsidian Guardian that followed, peering in curiously. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699220] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=105&bodygene=0&breed=13&element=6&gender=1&tert=113&tertgene=0&winggene=11&wings=139&auth=f0cda0d09d44b8a138f6fb62675ccb72eb4eaca4&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [/url] From the egg popped out the pointed-edge of a beak and they knew instantly that they had inherited Alusair's breed. A swell of pride formed in her chest. Skydancers were so elegant and powerful flyers, this little one would serve them well. The hatchling struggled to break through the sturdy shell of it's egg and though Alu wanted to help, they both understood that they could not intervene. A few more seconds of wriggling and their lovely daughter was free. As she continued to slip out of her prison, Mokai noticed the bold pattern on her wings, a wonderful accent to her bright plumage. She was delighted! Not only had she carried over Alusair's breed, but she had taken on a similar Peregrine pattern. The two proud parents dipped their heads, nuzzling their bundle of love who squeaked at the attention, staring up at them with wide, curious eyes. "She is so beautiful. My darling...Nakia." The name was not one she had planned in the long hours Mokai had spent watching over her nest, but it was one that had come to her suddenly. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699221] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=105&bodygene=0&breed=2&element=6&gender=1&tert=140&tertgene=0&winggene=11&wings=139&auth=ed01ab259fb77499471b890b065d4575cd8e3330&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [/url] While the two new parents were cooing over their perfect first child, their second had already begun to emerge from her shell, pecking furiously at whatever was entrapping her. Angry squeals and grunts stole their attention away from Nakia, who was just starting to get used to her new body. "Oh," Mokai gasped, watching her daughter break through the crystal egg. It was a tough task for a newborn, a test of strength in and of itself as the eggs had to form a protective barrier to keep the newborns safe from the harsh environment of the Icefields. A little Guardian, though she was twice the size of her elder sister. A bit disappointing as Guardians were not nearly as prestiged as Skydancers, but a strong leader nonetheless. It helped that she, too, carried her father's wing markings, the same lovely color as her sister's. Mokai named this one Erixitl, a fitting name for a hopeful warrior. Eri joined her parents after shaking off what remained of her egg, letting out a pitiful roar that announced her arrival. The final egg did not hatch so quickly. In fact, it did not show any signs of breaking until long after it's siblings had eaten and fallen asleep curled against the abdomen of their mother. Mokai felt the worry rear it's ugly head once more. Was it a stillborn? Had it been rotting away while it's siblings blossomed to life? She did her best to warm it, hoping it might help move it along. Finally, much to her relief, it began to shake though it was a weak attempt. Much like its elder siblings, the hatching process was the same, only this one took twice the time and with half the enthusiasm as its sisters. Mokai worried for her final child. Would they be born struggling to survive? But she held out hope and eventually, a little Guardian popped out. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699222] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=105&bodygene=0&breed=2&element=6&gender=1&tert=78&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=139&auth=f61b70278d5e7a361d7b16f7ddd0835934546b87&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [/url] There was silence at first, the only sound the weak cry of the little one as she emerged, her claws scraping the inside of her shell, trying to break free from the confines. Among her sisters, she was the biggest, but it seemed she lacked the strength they had. And she lacked anything else that would make her special, that would advance her legacy. In fact, she looked very much like her mother, and that was disappointing. Mokai peered down at the Guardian with sad eyes. She wanted to be upset, to dismiss her but a single squeak made her heart melt and she gently tapped her nose against her daughter's cheek. How could she be so cruel to ignore her own child? It was not her fault that the Eleven had shunned her. Perhaps she would be a fighter, yet. "Do not worry, my sweet Anoushka. Mother loves you dearly." [/center]

[center][font=3]Morgana, always the polar opposite of her sister, had spent as little time with her nest as possible, staying only to provide them the warmth they needed to survive. This wasn't some hollow game she had agreed to; her legacy and well-being were on the line and she would do whatever she could to ensure her victory over Mokairum. She would not give her hatchlings anything beyond necessary for their birth and thought her presence would soften them. It was the piercing bark of Ranmir's Dire Hyena that alerted them. Morgana approached her eggs with a bit of indifference, her nostrils flaring as she studied the shaking crystals. They rocked with vigor and even through the thick shell, she could hear the cries of her children as they clawed through, tearing through membrane and ice. Pride welled within her as she watched them conquer their first obstacle, their war cry's echoing throughout the dank cave. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699281] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=10&bodygene=0&breed=5&element=6&gender=1&tert=67&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=9&auth=ff57c36302de4f3e636c4b21c942c58677885c6e&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [/url] The first to emerge was a Ridgeback girl as dark as her mother - and as plain. Morgana ticked in irritation at her lack of patterned scales, but she was won over as the girl screeched, shaking her wings open. There was a fire of determination in the hatchling's eyes. She stomped towards her parents, hissing at them. She looked akin to a grown dragon, protecting its lair and treasures. Ranmir growled in delight; she was a fine daughter. Morgana dutifully named her Maelona before she turned her sights onto her other child, already out of his egg. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699282] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=0&body=10&bodygene=10&breed=2&element=6&gender=0&tert=59&tertgene=13&winggene=11&wings=8&auth=2e24183658c6c84bc2cc28d8bb35d0b37aedb11c&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [/url] "What a handsome boy," she crooned, watching as the Guardian mimicked his sister, letting out ferocious hisses and growls. He was very handsome indeed, inheriting all but his father's breed. Streaks of crimson painted his body, a prophecy of his dynasty. He would be the perfect heir. Strong and glorious to look upon, he could find any female to nest and his offspring would be equally as worthy to follow Morgana. But would he be strong enough to take down his sister? Morgana watched with narrowed eyes as the two discovered one another and she was reminded of her own relationship with her sister. They snarled and yipped at one another, each extending their wings in an attempt to dominate. She was delighted. Maelona and Noisur, her successors. Whoever proved triumphant would earn her love. [/center]

@Awilixi This lore!!!! Is so good!!!! And the babies are so sweet!! I weep ;v;

I'm actually subscribed to this and the main thread! But thanks, I'll go ahead and read :D

[center][font=3]The day had finally come. As the morning sun rose, so did the three sisters, each of them buzzing about with excitement, nerves and sorrow. Today they would brawl, compete to decide which of them would earn the title of their mother's victor. But would they be victorious? Winning meant seeing their sisters off to the Icewarden and returning home to carry on the legacy of their parents. The three staid together as they traversed the snow-covered terrain of the Icefields, their claws finding purchase in the frozen ground beneath. Outside their mother stood waiting proudly. Beside her lingered Morgana, her own two whelps resting on either side, preparing for their own duel, the sickening crunch of bones between their teeth as they gnawed on their breakfast. In the week of their nesting, their father had constructed a makeshift arena for them, encircled with frozen crystals, embedded with squirrel and sparrow skulls. They entered the coliseum by age, Nakia first followed by Erixitl, with Anoushka bringing up the rear. The eldest remained just as eager to fight as they had since their birth - this is what they were created to do, this was their destiny. Anou, however, was not so thrilled. Both of her sisters were more capable than she was and she knew of her mother's preference for them, even if she tried to hide it. But she had did as she was made to, training every day beside her siblings. Perhaps if she won, mother would be proud. The moment Ranmir's hound yipped, they began their fight and it was like they had never met before. The three were elegant in their combat and they seemed more like they were dancing than fighting. They struck at each other when the moment was right, attacking weak points they had each spotted in their hatchling days. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699221] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/336993/33699221_350.png[/img] [/url] Erixitl was the first to fall, her giant body crashing to the ground. One wing lay torn and limp beside her, multiple wounds staining her ivory coat crimson. A pained wail left her as she lay on the snowy grass, her body heaving with exhaustion. Mokairum murmured in worry, saddened to see her child in pain. And upset to see one of her more loved daughters would be sacrificed to the Icewarden. With just the two of them sparring now, the blows came faster and more violent. Nakia, a lithe Skydancer, was faster than her sister, darting in and out of the middle, swiping at Anou's legs and lunging back before she could counter her. It was annoying, but Anou noticed her sister's chest heaving and knew she could win if she just held out a little longer. Before long, Nakia slowed, pausing for just a moment to regain stamina. That was when Anou struck, reeling back and charging at the slim dragon. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699220] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/336993/33699220_350.png[/img] [/url] There was a guttural cry, a shrill screech that pierced the heavens and all fell silent. Anou, terrified, gazed down at her sister's body, crumpled beneath her. From her side, she could hear her cousins chattering in delight and Eri's whimper of sorrow at her fallen sister. She mourned briefly before turning towards her parents, a bit of pride welling in her chest. She was the strongest of her sisters - she would carry the legacy. Surely her mother would be proud, would relish her in praise and adore her. So why then, was she looking upon Anou with all the hatred of the Eleven? "Mother?" Anou whispered softly, her smile faltering as she approached her parents. Mokairum seethed, snarling and snapping as the Guardian approached her. "Do[i] not [/i]come near me, Anoushka. You're a [i]disgrace[/i]. You were born weak and you will always be weak." The words stung more than her wounds did, but she did not protest. Mokai's tone shifted to a more sorrowful note. "Why couldn't you have let one of your sisters win? Look at them, my poor darlings. Beaten and broken. And Nakia was so beautiful, she would have taken our dynasty far...but you had to squander it all, didn't you?" The elder Guardian sighed, clearly in distress. Her crimson eyes narrowed, her gaze burning into Anou. "By the Eleven, I hope you can find a mate to bear you even lovelier children than your sisters." With that, she pushed past her heir, leaving Anou to stand among her war-battered siblings. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33699222] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/336993/33699222_350.png[/img] [/url] [/center]