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[b]Day 1 Ink-Tober entries. Contagion[/b] [quote] [img]http://i63.tinypic.com/30m7ate.jpg[/img] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=273840]TheCell[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/85#post_35617732]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42813177] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/428132/42813177_350.png[/img] [/url] Bishop got a little too close to Lantern and contracted the mushroom rot. Luckily for her, her mate Rook, will be able to cure her in no time :3 [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43502968] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/435030/43502968.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][size=2]This is Lantern :3 Lantern is a Shroomling of my lair. She’s the poisons expert and she’s a Jack-O-Lantern mushroom, a poisonous that grows at the base of trees or on decaying roots.[/size][/columns] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=350935]WolfandCrow[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/86#post_35625008]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42406310] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/424064/42406310_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]"Bring me your followers"[/i] the Pearlcatcher's voice growled. The larger [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=357005&did=37779090]Guardian female[/url] bowed her head and hissed the command to her servant. "They'll be here soon." Lloth hissed pleasantly, a smile across her lips "We've served Mother well. It is a blessing to have you here at last, Swifthawk." [i]"Do not take my appearance here as a blessing. . . You have been chosen to be cleansed by Our Great Mother's plague"[/i] Swifthawk's voice cut sharply in the air, Lloth backing away as much as her bulk would let her. As if on cue the rest of the hidden spiders came into the chamber made for a necromancer, but given to the one of the Plaguebringer's lower harbingers; a ghoul. One who'd failed the trials. One who the plague ran rampant in. A plague more deadly that the spider's bite. the group of twenty or so dragons sat before Lloth and Swifthawk, waiting for their leader to speak up to them. "Welcome my children, we have much to celebrate!" Lloth tried to sound as if the pearcatcher's words had not shaken her. The assembled dragons raised their heads, a quiver of excitement among them. [i]"Step back, [b]I[/b] am the one that bares Mother's will.[/i] Swifthawk hissed pushing past the guardian, to stand closer to the group before her. [i]"Ah, Such untouched hides you all have! Mother would be so proud!"[/i] the words echoed mockingly from walls. The assembled dragons lowered their heads, recognizing the peril that they now hung in. "Cleanse us, Harbinger!" A hatchling's voice cried, and soon others chimed in their voices a chorus of sound that brought a smile to the ghoul. [i]"Then step forward, children. . . Step forward and accept the touch of her contagion!"[/I] One by one the dragons came forth and took claws offered to them. [/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=357005]RoaringSpector[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/86#post_35625008]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=41075863&skin=0&apparel=6714,3698,3694,1792,6713,11516,401,25028,22826,25027,17922,25032,15713,768,3634,3625,22832&xt=dressing.png[/img][nextcol][br][size=2]Much thanks to the lovely [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41075863]Kallor[/url] (#41075863) for modeling.[/size][br] [outfit=571533] [b]Contagion [/b]| [b]con·ta·gion[/b] [i]noun[/i] The communication of disease from one person to another by close contact. [indent]From the late Middle English (denoting a contagious disease): from Latin [i]contagio(n-)[/i], from con- ‘together with’ + the base of [i]tangere[/i] ‘to touch.’[/indent] [/columns] [color=grey]edit: If you'd like an explanation, feel free to ask![/color] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=79544]Meilkor[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/87#post_35627747]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [i]And the Plaguebringer turned to the first of Her flock and said, "You are my Left Hand, and you will bring contagion on all who follow. Strength will rise or it will fail, until only the strongest shall remain." "What of those of dedicated to you who will fall?" asked Her Hand Sinister. "Should we not seek to save?"[/i] -- Intestinum wonders sometimes, if he is cursed. He has learned Plague from his hatching, day in and day out, learned it at his father's knee and his mother's. His father, Earthborn Priest of Plague, his mother born of Plague living in Fire. He used to wonder if such mixed heritage would be what might fail him, when he took the trials - even then, there was never any doubt that he would attempt them. Later, as he neared the challenge, he doubted himself and all his doubts, and thought that would be the cause of his failure. Then, he took the trials, and he knew precisely why he failed. Intestinum knows Plague when he sees it. He is [i]not[/i] of it in the same way as his mother, born to the clan; he cannot command it in the same way as his father, a true Necromancer, but he has it, in his bones and in his blood. He is it, in some nameless way that even his father can never match, nor Nosoi. Contagion. Rising out of his skin, his scales, his spines. In his saliva, edging his claws, carried on his very breath. All of it ready to infect, if he loses focus for but a moment. Because of it, of what he is, of what he failed to be, he cannot touch his mother without almost killing her, and all because he sought to save. -- [i]And the Lady of Plague shook her great head, and where the pus hit the ground it sprouted up new creatures of Plague. "Seek ye not to save those who fall," She said, "but to prove your worth and your strength. To save without strength means no survival, and this is the lesson that all must learn." And so, Her Hand Sinister took this lesson and carved it tall upon the walls of the Wyrmwound, where all who seek to take the Trials must go.[/i] -- Dragons Featured: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=40885693]Intestinum[/url] (Necroservus). Dragons Mentioned: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=28559767]Haema[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=24162871]Aerugosanguis[/url] (Necromancer), [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=42407609]Nosoi[/url] (Necromancer). [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=191160]EssayOfThoughts[/url][/b][/color] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/86#post_35623256]Original Post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [outfit=571195] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=182892]Mnkn10[/url][/b][/color] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/86#post_35624225]Original Post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [size=2][i]All entries shared here with the authors' permissions.[/i][/size]

[b]Day 2 Ink-Tober entries. Theme: Death.[/b] [quote] He won. The plague rested dormant in his blood. It felt really good, no, it felt divine to have finally beaten the thing that had been eating him alive for the past two weeks. His tail was a disaster, but otherwise he was perfectly fine. He had meditated for eighteen days. Blood red stripes slashed across his back, a sign of his victory. But, of course, some little nuisance had to come and ruin everything. A fae sat in front of him. He didn’t know where she came from but she was certainly here, and she would not let up. He tried his best to ignore her but it became impossible as she continued to yabber in her monotone voice. “You’re infected bad,” the little fae said to him. “but I can cure it” Azor sighed. “I didn’t ask for your help. I don’t need you to heal me. Please go away.” “Listen here, pearlcatcher. This infection will kill you if you don’t get help.” “Okay, first of all I’m not infected and second of all please leave!” Frustration bubbled within him. The Trials were supposed to be taken with no interferences! If this fae caused him to fail, he would track her down and kill her himself. “Can’t you see that I’m taking the Necromantic Trials?” The fae stopped for a minute and landed in the sand. She perched dangerously close to where the Wyrmwound washed up into the crater. “A Water dragon? On the Necromantic Trials?” Azor had to bite his tongue to keep from lashing out as the fae began to cackle. “Laughable! You know only Plague dragons are supposed to attempt this! Everyone else winds up a Ghoul!” she sputtered between laughs. “Untrue. Besides, what do you know? Obviously you’ve attempted them yourself.” He had to work very hard to keep his voice so calm, when in reality he was about to burst a vein in his forehead. “No, I haven’t because I’m smarter than that. Necromancers, absolutely nuts. You willingly give into the plague? That’s the dumbest thing ever!” He snapped. Without missing a beat, Azor had his paw around the fae’s neck. Her eyes bulged out as he tightened his grip, but he didn’t want to break her neck. That would be too easy. “Take it back or I destroy you.” Through tears and gasping breaths, she managed to spit out a simple “Never.” His eyes lit up with Primal glow, and from each emerged a swirling vortex. Without another word, he focused his energy into the Fae, and slowly she began to bleed. Her eyes filled with fear as blood spurted from them. She tried to scream for help but only choked on more blood. His grip on her neck didn’t falter even as she became slick with the stuff. He watched in delight as her struggling became less and less, as she grew paler and paler, as more and more blood pooled underneath them. Let’s take it up a notch. He focused this time on her skin and it just ripped open, as if she had been cut. It kept cutting itself into smaller and smaller pieces until there was none left. Bits of skin now dotted the blood pool. Azor was left holding a limp sack of muscle and bone. As the last of her blood left her body, he snapped her neck, but somehow she still wasn’t dead enough for his tastes. With one sweep of his arm, he threw what was left of her body into the Wyrmwound. His maniacal grin became even bigger as he heard the pit sizzle as it absorbed her body. Two things hit him in that moment. Firstly, his trials were complete, which he knew because he took the skin off the fae. Second, that he had just skinned an innocent dragon because she irritated him. It didn’t feel good at all. Actually, he felt like he had violated a moral law. Wasn’t the power of the Necromancer meant to be used for good? Not to kill innocents for no reason. For food is one thing, this land is mostly lawless.But for something as trivial as being annoying? For several moments he sat in shock digesting what he had just done. Pieces of skin still sat by his feet. Gingerly he gathered them and tossed them in the Wyrmwound. Best let all of her be digested. Still, he couldn’t believe his power. He couldn’t believe his first use of his newfound power. And he still hadn’t proven his ability to cure, only to infect. He shook himself out of his stupor. To himself, he said, “Okay, me. You made a mistake. Don’t do it again. Now you have to find an animal or something to infect and cure. Emphasis on cure.” And with that, he turned from the Wyrmwound and set off on the final part of the Trials. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=156806]Turboblaze[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/88#post_35631020]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [color=grey][i]Lying upon a stone-carved desk lays an open journal, belonging to a certain Neutrilized Ghoul. [/i][/color] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43225723] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/432258/43225723.png[/img][/center] [/url] [font=Mistral][size=6]Concerning various funerary rituals;[/size][/font] [size=3]In my travels I have noted many different funerary rituals from clan to clan. Of all the breeds it is the callous abandonment of their dead that marks Imperials out to me as the least deserving of Mother's Blessings. You can imagine my amusement when I learned the reasons behind such things; considering myself wiser I attempted to inquire about Emperors, much to my chagrin I was denied any explanation from the few Imperial dragons in my current host lair. My first stop was the more welcoming dragon, Tuajak. I have often found many interesting hours spent with him concerning the different flights he has traveled through. A survivor in his own right, he is perhaps the first who I have held in the most respect, and he never disparages Mother.[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42183729] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/421838/42183729.png[/img][/url] [size=3][i]"The only time I've seen one was flying over the Southernmost fields. I can only guess a less fortunate clan had been traveling through. It was only my luck that it was nighttime, and I was in flight. It's a great and terrible sight, Nyx. As much as I count myself lucky for being able to avoid it, I sometimes wish I hadn't seen it at all."[/i] He elaborated later, attempting to impose upon me the difference between undead and Emperors. I confess it left me confused. I had to meditate for many hours upon the significance of the deaths suffered by Imperials and other entire clans at the claws of such a fearsome beast.[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2728918] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/27290/2728918.png [/img][/url] [size=3]Ulafin said on the matter, [i]"It isn't something my kin will feel comfortable speaking of, and not something that I know much about. It's not that I don't respect necromancy - but rather the simple fact that as a disciple of the Arcanist... I can tell you that some mysteries are best left... unsolved."[/i] I had never before considered the silent 'Fin a coward until now. I hope his [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14862836]mate[/url] doesn't pummel me for my lowered opinion of him. My next stop on my perilous inquest... was the madman himself. I do not often stray close to the metallurgist forge at the back of the lair, due to his overbearing presence. Keahi claims to be an Ashfall Construct; an entirely made-up breed that he says is birthed in great pools of magma seeping from the Great Furnace itself.[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43511091] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/435111/43511091.png [/img][/url] [size=3][i]"Emperors? Why would you wish to learn about those old things? Don't you claim to celebrate life? Horrible thing, life, you know. It grips you tight and refuses to let go. You can hardly escape it! And once you find Death, and rest in her forgiving claws... Idiots like you drag you back by the whiskers! Your own God descends from the heavens and mashes you and whoever happens to be nearby together like some life-infested sandwich!"[/i] He became so excited in his denouncing of life that he fell into the furnace. Fortunately I escaped unscathed, though his [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14446414]mate[/url] said she never once blamed me for his outburst. How such a lovely dragon as Summer picked out a crazed snake of a partner, I will never know. The very last stop on my list, was not an Imperial at all. He is, however, the oldest dragon in the entire clan and thus I thought perhaps he may be able to provide more information. [/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=472830] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/4729/472830.png [/img][/url] [size=3][i]"I suppose you expect me to know everything, eh? Well. What I can tell you is that there are many kinds of Emperor. Some more alive than others. Can't say I've ever met a necromancer as interested in them as you... but I suppose your fascination from them comes from the rumors and legends."[/i] He proceeded to explain to me that he had once fought against such a terrible creature. It had been rampaging through the neighboring lands of the Sunbeam Realms, having spawned from a bitter territory dispute between three clans. It was threatening to cross over through the Highland Scrub, and many lesser clans had called upon the greater ones for aid. Ambrose's clan had been one of those who responded to their pleas. I can only imagine what a great sight it must have been, although he professed he had hoped the beast would fall easy. The story ended abruptly, no thanks in part to the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43955328]pest[/url] overhearing and asking if everyone in the battle had been okay in the end. [i]"Whether or not Emperors would be controllable by necromancers, I cannot say. But what I can say is that should you ever happen against one in battle, you must remember to steel yourself against it." "Why is that?"[/i] I asked. [i]"The Lightbringer could never have known what she would create; that she had given such a terrible curse to her first children. What you must understand is a simple fact. Emperors are [b]not[/b] undead. They are something far worse. It is our duty to help them, for they cannot help themselves. The gift we must give them is one that they seek without end. The problem with that, of course, is that they are not easy to kill. And if they were easily controlled by necromancers, then we would have less to fear of them."[/i] It was an interesting conversation to be sure, but I will need much more research before I can come to a fully educated conclusion.[/size] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=79544]Meilkor[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/89#post_35637406]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] A chilling hiss sounded deep in the bone yard. Lilith, although she was massive, felt herself shrink in and began to shake violently. She tried to slip unnoticed back into the clan when she heard a young, dark, voice. "you smell like a mix of rot and something.....happy. What type of fake plague dragon are you?" Lilith turned sharply to find a spiral male staring back at her, she let out a shakey hiss, "I was born here! Just because I was raised by wind dragons and plague defectors doesn't mean I am no less a plague dragon!" "have you ever taken a life," his eyes shone deep red, "you have the power of the mother in your talons, she saw you were worthy, so have you ever had blood on your claws?" She grew silent. Death was never a part of her upbringing. She had learned many things from those old rot worshipers but never about how to kill, or what it was like to kill. She gained some composer and let out a small hiss, "have you?" The spiral smiled, revealing his sharpened fangs, "many times! You have to, if you want to survive," his eyes darkened, "I could teach you about it, I could teach you how to bring death to other dragons. To your enemies." [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=288697]Scorpiontail[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/88#post_35632922]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [outfit=572011] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=17653204&skin=0&apparel=23119,1749,769,23019,2972,25048,25044,750,23290,5161,25047,25046&xt=dressing.png[/img] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=182892]Mnkn10[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/88#post_35635118]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] It is years, now, since Nosoi left the Plaguelands and settled with Tethys' clan. Years and she has grown used to the sense of ash on her scales, of sulphur and smoke in the air. Years to grow accustomed to the dry heat of the Lair. And all those years mean nothing when she sleeps. -- When Nosoi was a young necromancer she was reckless. She can see that now. She could cure anything, she thought, and curse anyone. So, when a travelling clan dared near her home, she cursed them. She was not prepared for their necromancer to curse back. -- Nosoi rarely sleeps alone. Tethys' clan is open with affection, even the Faes of the clan oddly expressive in ways Nosoi was not prepared for when she first arrived. Instead she joins the group piles in the main chambers, and sleeps with half a hundred bodies pressing around her and atop her. Other nights she slips into the Infirmary, to Haema's ever-and-always home, and curls up by the giant Imperial. With Nosoi's sleeping hand on her neck Haema's breathing always eases, and she's ever willing to extend a warm and feathered wing over Nosoi's shoulder. But very few sleep still, even those tired and of ever-ill health. -- Nosoi has always known the role of a Necromancer. She was raised with it ringing in her ears. To strengthen the clan, to cure sickness, and to curse Plague's enemies. As a Necromancer she had thought that her enemies were Plague's enemies. She learned that lesson all too painfully. -- Nosoi curls close to Haema's warm bulk, but Haema shifts in sleep and her wing withdraws. The warm air seems chill after the feathered pressure, and Nosoi shivers. In her dream, she shakes. -- Nosoi was prodigal, she knew that. She learned every disease faster than her mentors could teach her, picked up treatment methods both magical and not with ease. It was only natural she would take the trials, and overcome them. She supposes that her recklessness, her pride, her hubris, are the reason her clan was cursed. A curse she could not overcome. -- Nosoi shivers, tries to tuck her own feathered wings around her but they cannot bend quite right to cover her. Her back is cold, and her legs and she rolls, still fast asleep, seeking warmth. -- Her father had sickened first. Falling, failing. Nothing she did could help. Then her mother, then her siblings. Then her mentor, the old healer, then the captain of the guard. Then the leader's mate. Then the leader. One by one they sickened, and Nosoi could do not a single thing at all to help. -- In her sleep Nosoi whimpers. It is the only time in her life that she makes such a noise. -- Nosoi remembers the day she left. The strongest members of the clan carrying the dead to burn them. The bodies, the blood, the bones. Bodies covered in sores. Blood slick and shining. Bones shattered and broken by spasm after spasm. Nosoi spread her wings, and flew. -- Nosoi's eyes are closed shut but the dream continues. The flight, the flight that took her to her new clan, but in her dream it never ends. Arguably, it never truly begins. Instead she flies and flies and flies with all her might, caught in the cloud of death spiralling up from the pyres of her birthclan. Looking down she can see corpses. See bones. See skulls. She can see the shape of her father's, of her mothers. Nosoi beats her wings harder, tries to angle herself against the wind so she can escape- -- Nosoi twists and falls hard to the ground. Her eyes stutter open. Slowly, her breathing eases. She is safe. Her clan is gone, her parents dead, but she is safe. She has a new clan, and the only death which touches it has to first go through three Necromancers and two 'servi. -- Featured: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=42407609]Nosoi[/url], [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=28559767]Haema[/url]. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=191160]EssayOfThoughts[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/89#post_35638612]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] Imsaw this really cool reference on Pinterest that I modified :) I was mainly inspired by the pose and the skull :3 [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/433437992783446017/496831716481302570/image0.png[/img] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=350935]WolfandCrow[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/89#post_35638738]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41644140] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/416442/41644140_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center]A necromancer's trials put one in control of the plague, of life, and most importantly of death. That was if one passed all three. Pass one and death with follow while slowing rotting one's self and leaving nothing behind. Pass two and Death plays at your touch, just beyond control. Passing all three was the only way to show mastery over death and the plague. At least that was what Charafay had been taught. Again and again the other Necroservus would say 'Only a trained Necromancer can control the plague, and with it death'. She'd had enough. She had seen, abet a little too late, that the few plants that grew close to the Wyrmwound could soothe one suffering from the touch of the Plaguebringer. While she could not bring a dragon back, she could make their passing swifter, and with less pain. Or she could add to the pain and prolong the suffering. The choice lay in her claws, but she knew which path she'd take. The plague was stubborn, but so was she. Charafay knew that she would never master death herself, but she could delay or change one's chance to survive.[/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=357005]RoaringSpector[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/89#post_35642013]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote]

[b]Day 3 Ink-Tober entries. Theme: Necroservus.[/b] [quote] Lilith swayed at the edge of Blasphamy's den. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She was taught never to enter another dragon's den, especially a dragon whom she had just met. Blasphemy looked at her. "well," he smiled, "do you want to learn about your heritage, about your kind?" "I thought you were going to teach me how to kill." he laughed, "You don't need to learn how to. just watch those who failed their last trial." "why," she hissed, "they can't control their power. What would I have to learn from them?" "they were chosen to be killers. they can't pull the rot back. they are lucky." "we have different views on who is lucky in this situation." he laughed, it was a cold sound, not like the ones she heard back home, "You are lucky, Imperial. Your stench didn't scare off the mother. She gave you a gift and you would rather go back home and suffer. You were embraced by the mother. As where the Serverises. Their job is to eliminate those who stand in the way of talented Necromancers. They lifebur confidants, our bodyguards, our friends." The word 'friends' seemed dark coming from his mouth. A chill crept up Lilith's spine as she sat down near what she hoped was a pile of rat bones, though they were far to big. "So," she whispered, "you pulled me in here to tell me that servuses are the embodiment of death." "Not at all," he let out a low growl, "I have an offer for you. one you will be a fool to refuse-" She raised her paw, "consider me a fool then. I don't want Whatever you have. I just want to go back to my den, in a place that doesn't smell like rotting dragon meat. Or sickness. Or," she locked eyes with him, "like scum." "you'll need me," he hissed and leapt in front of her, "you'll need me and a Necroservus if you ever want to be taken seriously here." "Why." "Status," he said, "A powerful Necro as a mate and a servant to do your bidding. It would prove that you belong here." Belonging. Never had she belonged anywhere. Her adoptive clan took her in out of pity, Blasphemy's offer of being accepted into his world, a world he had been trained to know, was tempting. But something didn't bode well with her. "I thought most Necros became mates with their Necroservus," she met his eyes, "why would I need to be mates with you?" "I'm smarter than you. I know how to interact with other plague dragons. Oh, and," he growled, visibly insulted, "I am the only male here who would look twice at you and not call you a filthy defector. Or a hideous snake in a beautiful plague ridden body. to every one else you would be nothing. even to a servus." Lilith wanted to curse him, but she heard the truth in his words and blindly agreed. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=288697]Scorpiontail[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35647105]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] Changed it up a bit today. Did some art of my necroservus, Bacillus. [img]https://i.imgur.com/GlYAGFY.png[/img] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42602095] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/426021/42602095_350.png[/img] [/url] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=182892]Mnkn10[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35650993]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote]Intestinum knows the limits of what he is. He is no Necromancer, capable of not just sending out plague but curing it too. Instead, he is a Necroservus, a lesser creature. Or... is he, though, truly? Under his father's tutelage, his mother's guidance, with Porcelain's help, is he truly so lesser? No he cannot cure plague with a touch but he can cure it, with herbs and magic and medicine. Fire can purify, herbs can heal, and he can do some small thing to help those around him even if he must always hold back the plague festering through his blood. Necroservi, everyone says, are lesser creatures, half-made failures, the Lady's mutilated hands, but he does not feel mutilated, even if he does feel a failure some days. He knows he can do things that even his father cannot because his father has to curse and cure. Intestinum only curses, except that sometimes, it is not a curse. He cannot cure disease, but he can sense it, read it, pull a sample towards himself so he can understand it, even make it. He has, more times than he cares to count, read his mother's body to find the feather mutation she bears, synthesised it from his own curses, and sent it into another to fortify their wings. Telchine, second to Tethys bears feathered wings of his making, as does Jongin, Tethys' mate. Kathrine and Ytene and Erzsebet, Nosoi and Sam, Pietro, Wanda... They say it is a curse, that he can cure no one, but he can. He can strengthen weakened wings by gifting them a curse that is not a curse. He can make medicines and use fire. He cannot cure, not the way a Necromancer does, but he can cure as a Healer does, as Porcelain has taught him to, and he can cure in a way that only he is capable of. He can cure the way of a Necroservus, with bacteria and viruses, mutations and magics, ways of warping a body and warping it to strength. Is that not, after all, the words of the Plaguebringer? [i]Strength will rise or it will fail, until only the strongest shall remain.[/i] And Intestinum brings strength. -- Featured: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=40885693]Intestinum[/url] (Necroservus), Various Others. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=191160]EssayOfThoughts[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35652697]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=42632977&skin=0&apparel=27354,17895,27558,14107,13080,9997,17886,17913,1094,23130,10727,21870&xt=dressing.png[/img][nextcol][br][size=2]Much thanks to the lovely [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42632977]Marrowgar[/url] (#42632977) for modeling.[/size][br] [outfit=573235] [/columns] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=79544]Meilkor[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35655539]Original post[/url][/size][/center][/quote] [quote] Had a tough time trying to think of something cool for this one so I just did a small lore about what happened to Bishop and how she got her shroom rot and how Rook cured her lol [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42813177][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/428132/42813177.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43502968][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/435030/43502968.png[/img][/url] The evening was young as Bishop decided to take her daily stroll around the territory. With the season growing colder, the clan had picked up a few extra mouths to feed, some who were terribly ill so her mate, Rook and his former instructor Morrigan and her master, Thana were busy tending to everyone. It was during times like this that she wished she was more useful. Instead she either makes it worse or if she’s able sometimes she can draw the illness from the other and put it into herself but since she’s just a mere Necroservus, she’s unable to cure herself. Rook doesn’t like her taking illnesses. Not that he isn’t proud, just that seeing her in pain...she shakes her head. The whole point of this walk was to clear her mind. The cooling air was nice against her skin was calming. A sound of glass breaking caught her attention and her curiosity got the better of her. Turns out it came from Lantern’s house, the windows lit up with various candles, the smell of tar filled her nose as she tapped on the door. Lantern answered in surprise, [i]“Oooh it’s just you Bishop. It’s nice to see you.”[/i] [i] “Are you ok? I heard glass breaking? Need some help?”[/i] Lantern nodded, [i]“I’m sorry for worrying you. Yes I do not mind the help at all. I just bumped a jar and in my hurry, I bump a few others.”[/i] Bishop helped pick some of the broken glass with Lantern. [i]“Oh Bishop, be careful not to touch the bla....”[/i] Before Lantern finished speaking, Bishop felt her claws brush agains so,etching soft and sticky. Lantern gasped and grabbed Bishop’s hand. [i]“We need to clean this quick! That was a poison mushroom that I was working with! I was working with some of the ink from Windsor and Umbra and I were experimenting. Oh dear oh dear, your husband is going to kill me!”[/i] Bishop tried to brush it off like it was nothing, but soon the excruciating pain started render her motionless, a fever consuming her. Lantern started to panic a little, [i]“Oh gosh oh man, Bishop please rest here, I'll hurry and get Rook. I’m sure he’ll be able to cure you!”[/i] Lantern lead Bishop to a small cot before running out the door. Bishop cringe at the thought. All because she fail the last trail is the source of this pain. What had she done wrong? Was Plague Mother disappointed in her? Was there some reason she still walks the earth? The burning started to grow intense around her shoulder and when she looked to her surprise were a colony of mushrooms! [i]“LANTERN! LANTERN GET BACK HERE!!!!”[/i] her voice was scratchy and as if by magic, Lantern returned with Rook in tow. She could see Rook hide a smile as Lantern was excited? [i]“Oh woooow!!!! That’s a very interesting reaction!”[/i] Bishop frown, [i]“Stop laughing and cure me you bastard.”[/i] Rook bowed a little as he ran a hand on her cheek, [i]“Sorry love, anything for you.”[/i] Bishop instantly felt herself feeling better but the darn mushrooms were still there? Lantern was extremely happy with that and asked them to stick around so she could study them before removing them entirely. Bishop pouted at Rook who smiled and shrugged, [i]"I may be a Necromancer, but I’m no gardener love.”[/i] When Lantern got all her research done and the mushrooms were removed from Bishop, Lantern gave a single black goopy mushroom as a gift to Bishop as an apology and thank you gift. Thank goodness it’s harmless, just a little messy. [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/433437992783446017/497241609788850186/image0.png[/img] [/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=350935]WolfandCrow[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35657259]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [center][b]Necrosevus[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41888768] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/418888/41888768_350.png[/img] [/url] He'd watch her work tirelessly. See her tending to the garden at the edge of the lair, fussing over the plants. At first he was certain that it was some thing that Tundras did, but when he saw her take the plants and dry some and make paste of others he had to know why. [i]"What are you doing?"[/i] He asked, voice rumbling like rocks sliding down a mountain side. She looked up at him and shrank down a bit. The proud Necromancer blood in him was happy to see his Necroservus shrink back, but he felt at odds with it. "It is nothing. . ." She responded quietly, and Malin snorted. [i]"It is obviously something, or you'd not be working so hard at it"[/i] He crooned softly [i]"It's not like you to keep secrets either." [/i]Charafay looked up at him as his voice soften and she tapped her claws against the stone floor. "I was just trying something" and before Malin could ask what she grabbed the plants and darted away. Malin watched her go, and sat watching where she had gone. He'd never think a necroservus would hold as many mysteries as she did. He'd do his best to keep her safe, and help her if he could. He owed her that much.[/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=357005]RoaringSpector[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35657607]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] Per usual, I was not able to finish my work for Inktober, but I got further in sketching this one than my last one. I thought of this picture for yesterday's prompt, death, but it works for today too. This is young Mina following her mother, Yafim, to the Wyrmwound to begin her Necromancer Trials. As they make their way closer and closer to the center of the Wasteland, the terrain is marred by an increasing number of corpses. It works for today because Yafim is a Necroservus and one of her many responsibilities is to escort worthy pups born at The Cell to initiate their trials. Mina also ends up earning the rank of Necroservus. [img]http://i64.tinypic.com/xga2w1.jpg[/img] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=273840]TheCell[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/90#post_35656372]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [size=2][i]All entries shared here with the authors' permissions.[/i][/size]

[b]Day 4 Ink-Tober entries. Theme: Familiar.[/b] [quote] Nosoi's had many familiars over time. Her first one, the earliest, if she recalls rightly, was a Mith of some kind - possibly a Cinder Mith and the idea of such foreboding would amuse her but for the fact that it died with her birthclan. When she arrived at Tethys' clan she'd been adopted by one of the Serpenta's trotting around, some magenta and burgundy creature with a tongue as toxic as her touch. After a while it had trotted off - she's no idea to where - and she'd been found by some kind of Axe-mimic, then by an undead Tatterwing. Now, she has a Webwing, all red and black. She never named any of them. She doubts she ever will. Familiars tend to stay only fleetingly with her before they find her lack of attention boring or her business distressing. The Webwing, she thinks, has stayed longest, second only to the Serpenta. Sometimes, she wonders what will replace it, when the time comes. Other times, she watches it preening its feathers and laughs at the expressions it pulls. -- Featured: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=191160&tab=dragon&did=42407609]Nosoi[/url] (Necromancer) [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=191160]EssayOfThoughts[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/92#post_35668959]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45041313] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/450414/45041313_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center] None that have met Kyros can say if she or her companion is more angrily ferocious. A trait that has made the pair a force of destruction on and off the battlefield. She using her mastery over the plague, and her Kamaitachi using it's swift speed and sickle claws. No one is sure what keeps the two together, what deal they have made, and few that see them and survive are not keen to attempt to find out.[/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=357005]RoaringSpector[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/92#post_35669191]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] Blasphemy sat at the edge of his den. His sentient pile of slime wobbled at his side, a small rat decomposing in its translucent body. He growled, this was what he was given to show he was a low dragon. To show he had failed where most of his peers had succeeded, he had given in to his heart. A seedling of the Gladekeeper was in his presence and, instead of allowing the young dragon to suffer, he pulled the rot from its bones. This goo was part of a punishment that was to last him a life time, he was charged with killing young dragons that had no place in the bone yard or rim. Bones from each of his victims littered his home now, each one reminded him of the looks of terror given to him. Years of killing these dragons made him cold, and the slime was a reminder of the mistake that caused him this pain. Although he resents this creature he knows that without it he would have never met the female that rescued him from this purgatory. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=288697]Scorpiontail[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/92#post_35669511]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] There were a lot of aspects to Cassadaga's life that he couldn't remember prior to becoming a Necromancer. No one told him that when he became reborn under the guise of one of the Mother's gifted children that his past would become lost to him, but then, no one could have known that was going to happen. The disease the Plaguebringer had thrust upon him during his trial had not been a physical ailment, but often he wished it had been. The sickness he'd had to endure had been something worse, a degenerative illness of the mind that had nearly consumed his psyche whole. Queezle's body had been ravaged to the point where she could no longer fly by her trial; Cassadaga had nearly lost his mind to his. He had been divine, and in many was still was, but the memories he had once cherished now wafted through his mind like a spirit- intangible and haunting, tormenting him with their half-presence. Perhaps that was why he had been gifted with his familiar: something that could accurately reflect his troubled state of mind, lest it be forgotten that he had survived the trials. Something that proved he'd struggled as hard as any of the others, even if he hadn't been marked physically by his disease. The little rat spirit was insubstantial. It couldn't do many of the things Queezle's familiar could, but it served him faithfully, a tiny collector of trinkets and bones. It worked for him diligently, piecing fragments of dead and discarded animals back together per his wishes, but oh, if only- if only it could do the same for him. [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=37990]StDuke[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/93#post_35670181]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [img] https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/433437992783446017/497589900330401804/image0.png[/img] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=350935]WolfandCrow[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/93#post_35671257]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [quote] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bZrTcBN0/4_Familiar.jpg[/img][/center] [center][color=DarkRed]______________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=DarkRed][b]author:[/b][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=273840]TheCell[/url] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2412017/93#post_35672296]Original post[/url][/size][/center] [/quote] [size=2][i]All entries added here with the autors’ permissions.[/i][/size]