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by the way I made a poetry forum. Wanna check it out? here it is
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2650096
s h w a n k y

by the way I made a poetry forum. Wanna check it out? here it is
http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2650096
@Aetherstorm

Hey, you're back!!! Good to see that you're alright and that this is up and running again! I've missed you!

This update looks like the start of something cool! I can't wait to see where it goes!
@Aetherstorm

Hey, you're back!!! Good to see that you're alright and that this is up and running again! I've missed you!

This update looks like the start of something cool! I can't wait to see where it goes!
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[emoji=cat 1][emoji=raven] YEAH you're back! Of course I'd like you to continue this, it's a great Locke :) Hope you're feeling better after your break [emoji=coatl tongue]


YEAH you're back! Of course I'd like you to continue this, it's a great Locke :) Hope you're feeling better after your break
[emoji=cat 1] I've never used emojis before.. did I do it? Also yay!!!!!!!!!! Your back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great update!!!


I've never used emojis before.. did I do it?

Also yay!!!!!!!!!! Your back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great update!!!

(*confetti* UPDATE!)

Day 173:
"This is so stupid." Hester muttered to herself as he strutted down the abandoned streets, unlit lanterns swaying in the light breeze that wafted by. "Why would a lost hatchling go here? To an orphanage?"

She made a dismissive sound in her throat as she nimbly hopped over a murky brown puddle resting within a dip in the cobbled pathway. "Probably just something to keep me occupied," She sneered, flicking her wings. "Nothing exciting looks like it happens here."

Hester came to a stop just before a pair shabby wooden doors swinging loosely from their hinges, smelling of dust and rot. A massive building built of a mixture of wood and concrete loomed overhead, dirty windows guarded by ragged curtains and a sign that said Little Woodwings’ Orphanage were all that adorned the bleak, solid wall.

Hester couldn't help but snort doubtfully to herself.

"He's not here." She muttered, tossing the end of her scarf over a gleaming shoulder. "Of course he's not here!" She added in a harsh growl, all four eyes narrowed into slits.

Hester swung her head around, sweeping her surroundings one last time for even the faintest glimmer if color against this bleak, lifeless place.

Rotten benches, shattered cobblestone, an abandoned bakery. Nothing here seemed as though it might be inviting to a young, partially undead coal dragnet, much less one with Luce's tastes. He would be far more likely to chase down something colorful and exciting. Or nothing at all, considering how shy he was without June by his side.

The faint sound of rushing water caught Hester's attention and she spun towards it, two eyes flicking closed as she carefully sniffed at the air with her slitted nostrils, ears pricked and eyes sharp, just as her mother had taught her.

The memory brought an unexpected pang of sadness plunging into her heart.

Mother. . .

Hester shook her head ferociously, feeling a growl bubble into her throat. She pulled her mouth into a tight frown and set off towards the sound of water, which smelled of trees and fresh fruit.
That seemed like someplace a coatl would like to go. Did coatls eat fruit? Hester couldn't remember.

"Well," She murmured to herself, aware of the clatter of her claws against the cobblestone and the faint shifting of the wind that tugged at her wings, as though urging her to fly. "It wouldn't hurt to look."

@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @Skyeset @Moon314 @WildRose42 @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer @Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @Dragonfruiteen @DragonMist @Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @Vyxen @VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130 @ObsidianMage @Petall @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Birdleap18 @SpiceCookie @Catkidemma @WOF2012 @L1llysage @RiaFire11 @shirotsubaki6564 @TruthandLies @NovaBorn @Sugarkit @Millapede85 @russmond @Tirtouga678
Sorry this is short, guys! I hope to have a steady stream of updates going soon, even if they are a bit cut down than usual. Have a great day and stuff!

(*confetti* UPDATE!)

Day 173:
"This is so stupid." Hester muttered to herself as he strutted down the abandoned streets, unlit lanterns swaying in the light breeze that wafted by. "Why would a lost hatchling go here? To an orphanage?"

She made a dismissive sound in her throat as she nimbly hopped over a murky brown puddle resting within a dip in the cobbled pathway. "Probably just something to keep me occupied," She sneered, flicking her wings. "Nothing exciting looks like it happens here."

Hester came to a stop just before a pair shabby wooden doors swinging loosely from their hinges, smelling of dust and rot. A massive building built of a mixture of wood and concrete loomed overhead, dirty windows guarded by ragged curtains and a sign that said Little Woodwings’ Orphanage were all that adorned the bleak, solid wall.

Hester couldn't help but snort doubtfully to herself.

"He's not here." She muttered, tossing the end of her scarf over a gleaming shoulder. "Of course he's not here!" She added in a harsh growl, all four eyes narrowed into slits.

Hester swung her head around, sweeping her surroundings one last time for even the faintest glimmer if color against this bleak, lifeless place.

Rotten benches, shattered cobblestone, an abandoned bakery. Nothing here seemed as though it might be inviting to a young, partially undead coal dragnet, much less one with Luce's tastes. He would be far more likely to chase down something colorful and exciting. Or nothing at all, considering how shy he was without June by his side.

The faint sound of rushing water caught Hester's attention and she spun towards it, two eyes flicking closed as she carefully sniffed at the air with her slitted nostrils, ears pricked and eyes sharp, just as her mother had taught her.

The memory brought an unexpected pang of sadness plunging into her heart.

Mother. . .

Hester shook her head ferociously, feeling a growl bubble into her throat. She pulled her mouth into a tight frown and set off towards the sound of water, which smelled of trees and fresh fruit.
That seemed like someplace a coatl would like to go. Did coatls eat fruit? Hester couldn't remember.

"Well," She murmured to herself, aware of the clatter of her claws against the cobblestone and the faint shifting of the wind that tugged at her wings, as though urging her to fly. "It wouldn't hurt to look."

@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @Skyeset @Moon314 @WildRose42 @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer @Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @Dragonfruiteen @DragonMist @Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @Vyxen @VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130 @ObsidianMage @Petall @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Birdleap18 @SpiceCookie @Catkidemma @WOF2012 @L1llysage @RiaFire11 @shirotsubaki6564 @TruthandLies @NovaBorn @Sugarkit @Millapede85 @russmond @Tirtouga678
Sorry this is short, guys! I hope to have a steady stream of updates going soon, even if they are a bit cut down than usual. Have a great day and stuff!
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s h w a n k y
s h w a n k y
My baby Hester
My baby Hester
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@Aetherstorm It's perfect as long as you post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(*Imaginary crowd*)
(*Them shouting: POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(*Then cheering*)
@Aetherstorm It's perfect as long as you post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(*Imaginary crowd*)
(*Them shouting: POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST,POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(*Then cheering*)
Inspirational Quotes of Everyone!:
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"Where there's a quote there's a story."
(inspired by MeraHunt)


Day 174:
"So if I go here. . ." Odyssey started, swinging his head around to look down a path filled with chattering dragons and lined with shops filled with food and trinkets. "I should get to the Tomewriter's Fountain pretty quickly, right?"

Someone suddenly clipped his wing with their large, burly shoulder and Odyssey nearly went sprawling to the floor, just barely managing to catch himself by curving his long, sickle-shaped talons into the soft earth beneath his feet.

"Watch it, kid." A hunched, iridescent black guardian huffed in his direction, glaring into Odyssey's face with a scarred, blind eye. "Get back to your parents before you get hurt."

Odyssey, unable to bring himself to say anything to this menacing stranger's face, simply tried to stand a little taller, craning his neck as he huffed out through his nose. He only succeeded in looking like a long-legged chicken.

The stranger snorted gruffly, a sound that may have been sarcastic laughter, before turning away with a sweep of his heavy, gnarled wings and stomping off towards another part of town.

Odyssey heaved a sigh of relief. "That was. . . unnerving." He mumbled, twitching his wings anxiously as he turned back towards the path he'd looked down before, where a bogsneak was now making a spectacle by breathing wreaths of fire into the air, an overturned fedora inviting spare coins settled at his feet. "I should get going if I—oof."

A thin, scrawny mirror suddenly blundered into his side, their wings tangling together as his snout bashed into Odyssey's shoulder. The wildclaw leapt away with a high-pitched yelp, tripping over his own tail and crashing to the floor with an audible thud.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The mirror blurted, pulling his wings away from Odyssey's and crouching low to the floor, as if expecting the wildclaw to snap at him. "I didn't see you there, it was a total accident!"

Odyssey shook his head groggily and looked up, meeting the mirror's eyes. He was wearing a loose white tunic, smeared with dirt and overly large for his small, wiry frame. He had a feathered hat on his head that slid over his eyes, all four of which were the color of raw sunshine.

”It's okay, it was an accident." Odyssey told him, ruffling his wings as he began to pull himself to his feet. "You don't have to—"

The mirror kid had bolted off in a blur of pearly white scales, vanishing from Odyssey's sight as quickly as he had appeared, the clatter of his claws quickly fading into the mingled chatter of the surrounding crowds.

Odyssey stared after him, mildly bemused. What was that about? He wondered, wrinkling his nose thoughtfully. I could have at least asked for his na—oh no.

At his side, just beneath his left wing, which used to have a sheathed magical sword tucked into the crevice beneath his arm, there was now nothing but empty air.

Empty air, it seemed, that was far colder than Yuki's breath could ever be.

”Hey!" He yelled into the crowd, instantly on his feet and taking off in the direction the little mirror had bolted in. He couldn't tell if the mirror was anywhere near him, but he had to try. ”Hey, you! Come back!"

Even as he ran and ducked through the crowds of dragons, accidentally stepping on several people's tails and nearly crashing into a coatl who was handing a glass of pomegranate juice to a tundra wearing bows around her horns, he could feel a trail of icy cold dread slide down his back.

That's my father's sword. He thought to himself, a scowl tugging at his lips as he leapt over a pair of faes seated on a mushroom, submerged within their game of cards. I'm not letting you steal it.

Odyssey may have been unsure about a lot of things, but not this. He knew. . . he knew, he would do anything to get his father's sword back. He would get it back, and never let anybody take his father's memory from him ever again.

No matter what.

@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @Skyeset @Moon314 @WildRose42 @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer @Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @Dragonfruiteen @DragonMist @Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @Vyxen @VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130 @ObsidianMage @Petall @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Birdleap18 @SpiceCookie @Catkidemma @WOF2012 @L1llysage @RiaFire11 @shirotsubaki6564 @TruthandLies @NovaBorn @Sugarkit @Millapede85 @russmond @Tirtouga678


Day 174:
"So if I go here. . ." Odyssey started, swinging his head around to look down a path filled with chattering dragons and lined with shops filled with food and trinkets. "I should get to the Tomewriter's Fountain pretty quickly, right?"

Someone suddenly clipped his wing with their large, burly shoulder and Odyssey nearly went sprawling to the floor, just barely managing to catch himself by curving his long, sickle-shaped talons into the soft earth beneath his feet.

"Watch it, kid." A hunched, iridescent black guardian huffed in his direction, glaring into Odyssey's face with a scarred, blind eye. "Get back to your parents before you get hurt."

Odyssey, unable to bring himself to say anything to this menacing stranger's face, simply tried to stand a little taller, craning his neck as he huffed out through his nose. He only succeeded in looking like a long-legged chicken.

The stranger snorted gruffly, a sound that may have been sarcastic laughter, before turning away with a sweep of his heavy, gnarled wings and stomping off towards another part of town.

Odyssey heaved a sigh of relief. "That was. . . unnerving." He mumbled, twitching his wings anxiously as he turned back towards the path he'd looked down before, where a bogsneak was now making a spectacle by breathing wreaths of fire into the air, an overturned fedora inviting spare coins settled at his feet. "I should get going if I—oof."

A thin, scrawny mirror suddenly blundered into his side, their wings tangling together as his snout bashed into Odyssey's shoulder. The wildclaw leapt away with a high-pitched yelp, tripping over his own tail and crashing to the floor with an audible thud.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The mirror blurted, pulling his wings away from Odyssey's and crouching low to the floor, as if expecting the wildclaw to snap at him. "I didn't see you there, it was a total accident!"

Odyssey shook his head groggily and looked up, meeting the mirror's eyes. He was wearing a loose white tunic, smeared with dirt and overly large for his small, wiry frame. He had a feathered hat on his head that slid over his eyes, all four of which were the color of raw sunshine.

”It's okay, it was an accident." Odyssey told him, ruffling his wings as he began to pull himself to his feet. "You don't have to—"

The mirror kid had bolted off in a blur of pearly white scales, vanishing from Odyssey's sight as quickly as he had appeared, the clatter of his claws quickly fading into the mingled chatter of the surrounding crowds.

Odyssey stared after him, mildly bemused. What was that about? He wondered, wrinkling his nose thoughtfully. I could have at least asked for his na—oh no.

At his side, just beneath his left wing, which used to have a sheathed magical sword tucked into the crevice beneath his arm, there was now nothing but empty air.

Empty air, it seemed, that was far colder than Yuki's breath could ever be.

”Hey!" He yelled into the crowd, instantly on his feet and taking off in the direction the little mirror had bolted in. He couldn't tell if the mirror was anywhere near him, but he had to try. ”Hey, you! Come back!"

Even as he ran and ducked through the crowds of dragons, accidentally stepping on several people's tails and nearly crashing into a coatl who was handing a glass of pomegranate juice to a tundra wearing bows around her horns, he could feel a trail of icy cold dread slide down his back.

That's my father's sword. He thought to himself, a scowl tugging at his lips as he leapt over a pair of faes seated on a mushroom, submerged within their game of cards. I'm not letting you steal it.

Odyssey may have been unsure about a lot of things, but not this. He knew. . . he knew, he would do anything to get his father's sword back. He would get it back, and never let anybody take his father's memory from him ever again.

No matter what.

@AmberHive @mayanaz @Spottedleaf125 @Skyeset @Moon314 @WildRose42 @CleverDual @Firedawn @Dragondreamer @Shadow104 @ScaledBookworm @LuminusPrime @Dragonfruiteen @DragonMist @Shadowhunter43 @Digimon11 @Avu42 @MythicalMemeLord @Vyxen @VioletEevee @Verdant @Sanddollar @Faolyn @Bluebirdi3 @ThornOfStorm130 @ObsidianMage @Petall @TropicalDiamonds @fenshae @Birdleap18 @SpiceCookie @Catkidemma @WOF2012 @L1llysage @RiaFire11 @shirotsubaki6564 @TruthandLies @NovaBorn @Sugarkit @Millapede85 @russmond @Tirtouga678
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