Creative Corner

This is going to be a place to collect all Lore/art I happen to find on fodder that I pick up-
It may or my not be for that dragon, and I sadly cannot credit the writer.

*Some things work in bios but not forum posts. These will either be removed or replaced to the best of my ability.

*size numbers show up bigger in bios. On this post, everything has been increased in size by +1 for the sake of being able to read it.

[center][b]UNNAMED[/b] (Named Narian by me) [i]found on November 10, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46493353] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/464934/46493353_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] ----- [columns]          [nextcol]   [indent][columns]         [nextcol][item=Long Form Poetry][nextcol][center][color=transparent]_____________ .[/color][font=sylfaen][color=#392c1a][size=5] N A R I A N[/size] [size=3][i]"With the headlights pointed at the dawn we were sure we'd never see an end to it all."[/i] Imaginative • Enigmatic • Creative[/size] [/color][/font] [/center] [/columns] [/indent] [center][color=#C9C0B1] ____________________________[/color][size=6][color=#392c1a]X[/color][/size][color=#C9C0B1]____________________________[/color][/center] [columns] [nextcol][size=3][font=sylfaen][color=#4D3F2C]there is a song, you’ve found, to fit any person, to click neatly with some soul-part of them like a key in a lock. to make them cry for the first time in years, holding everything down, to thaw through the numbness in their hearts and reach out to others at last, to make them laugh until their breath catches in their chest and the stars dim for their smile, regardless of the surroundings; time or place or company. ( sometimes, it doesn’t make sense to you, the pairs that happen, but it’s never bothered you. you are a vessel, in a way - the words come to you and you happily project them forwards. it isn’t yours to know why they fit, unless there’s a good story behind it - then it’s your duty to find out, as any half-responsible storyteller could explain. ) your favorites, sometimes, are the ones that don’t feel like they should fit. the lewd limerick you hummed to a tune that made the dour field medic begin to hiccup for laughing. the grim war song a hatchling asked from you, watching you with dark eyes as you sang to her of blood and bone and brotherhood, and she watched like she understood despite her age. the time you began singing something face-paced and quick, with words that meant nothing at all, and she grinned for it, wide as the stars, and the two of you danced. yours is not to reason why. sometimes, a good story is in what is left enshrouded in mystery.[/color][/font][/size][nextcol] [/columns] [center][color=#C9C0B1]_________________________________________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=#C9C0B1]__________________[/color] [center][size=3][font=calibri][color=#4D3F2C][b]etymology[/b]: "magical land" [b]nickname[/b]: unknown [b]role[/b]: Bard and Fungi Witch [font=calibri][color=#4D3F2C][b]skills[/b]: Entertainment [b]collects[/b]: Red Things [b]alignment[/b]: Chaotic Good [/size][/color][/center] [color=#C9C0B1]__________________[/color][/center] [indent][columns]  [item=Dancer's Bell][item=Display Plumes][nextcol][center] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]STR[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]INT[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]AGI[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size][nextcol][center] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]CHA[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]MAG[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size] [font=sylfaen][size=3][color=#392c1a]VIT[/color] [color=#392c1a]•••[/color][color=#C9C0B1]_____[/color][/font][/size][/center][/columns][/indent] [center][font=sylfaen][color=#392c1a][size=3][size=3][size=3][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=101073]code by epher #101073[/url][/size][/size][/size][/color][/font][/center] [nextcol]          [/columns]

[center][b]JANVIER[/b] [i]found on November 22, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38821256] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/388213/38821256_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] ----- [size=7][size=5][color=#FFB576]Janvier[/color][/size][/size][right][sup][color=#FFD297][i]"He's aggressive. He's a fit of rage. He's full of fury, and he should be one of the favorites."[/i] ~ Dave Zabriskie ~[/color][/sup][/right] ----- ----- [columns][center][font=baskerville][color=#FFD297][size=5]Family[/size] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/1963225/1]100 Hatchling Challenge[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2296878#post_2296878]A Diverse Lineage[/url][/font][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24019157][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/240192/24019157p.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32193927][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/321940/32193927p.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [center][font=baskerville][color=#FFD297][size=5]Homeland[/size] Inspired By[/font][/color] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/wiki/world-map/region/10][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/nature_2.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [color=transparent]______________________[/color] [nextcol][right][color=#FFB576][font=baskerville][size=5]So Alike - So Different[/size][/font][/color][/right] [color=#392D43][font=baskerville][size=5]He takes after his dad in a lot of ways. Same rugged good looks, with his facial contours defined by his smoky marking in the same shade as his father's. Their sales are roughly the same color too, though Janvier picked up pink highlights from his mother's side. He ended up with his mother's more yellow wings instead of his father's "tall, dark, and handsome" complexion, but he likes how the shimmer pops his eyes. The similarities to his father end at appearance. Where Mois was always refined, witty, and well spoken, Janvier got his mother's primal fury. He's a relentless predator not raised on tea cakes and quiet studies, but in the dirt and the struggle, learning the animal calls and mimicking them to throw off prey and predator alike. Actually, he got his father's size too. Janvier is a dainty danger noodle. He hates being tiny.[/size][/font][/color] ----- [/columns]

[center][b]GHOSTWOOF[/b] [i]found on November 22, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33052770] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/330528/33052770_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] ----- Sucesso. [img]http://i.imgur.com/1rcTNNN.png[/img] Joimes22 [img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/f416c1624a2cebf4faeed74113e29ca0/tumblr_inline_p62caut4kH1uri3p5_540.png[/img] AMAZING AND TRULY ART by Thundercracker [img]https://i.imgur.com/dR3RRMn.png[/img] by NMidNight! [img]https://i.imgur.com/KBvSoWV.png[/img] ONE DAY by Robutt

[center][b]CARRION[/b] (Renamed Mulan by buyer) [i]found on November 29, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37523519] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/375236/37523519_350.png[/img] [/url] ----- [columns][nextcol] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/375236/37523519.png[/img] [font=franklin gothic][size=5][color=#C6B4AD]»[/color] [color=#5A3D33]Carrion[/color][/size] [size=2][color=#C6B4AD][i] the swamp witch[/i][/color][/font] [center][color=#C6B4AD]==================[/color] [size=1][color=transparent].[/color][/size] [size=2][font=times new roman][color=#474747]"Swamps hold the beauty of rot."[/color][/font][/size] [size=1][color=transparent].[/color][/size] [item=contaminated featherback pelt][item=ghastly houndskull] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=101073][size=1][font=franklin gothic][i]code by epher #101073[/i][/font][/size][/url][/center] [nextcol] [center][color=#5A3D33]»[/color] [color=#C6B4AD]============== [size=4][color=#5A3D33]X[/color][/size] ==============[/color] [color=#5A3D33]«[/color][/center] [size=1][br][/size] [columns][nextcol][color=#5A3D33][font=times new roman][size=4]Carrion is a practitioner of dark magic, drawing from sacrifice and potent brews, and her time in the swamp seems to have transformed her into a living identity of her chosen home. Thick slime coats her scales, muting her once-bright colours and providing an excellent base for mosses and mushrooms that adorn her hide. She often remains immobile for days, seeking blessings from the swamp and completing rituals, allowing spiders to weave their webs across her and after some time she becomes indistinguishable from the land around her. Her voice is archaic and her manners nonexistent, so she avoids the company of other dragons at all costs. The only exception is her mate Rabid, a retired warrior who enjoys assisting in her brewing practices. [/size][/font][/color][/columns] [nextcol][/columns]

[center][b]AUTUMN[/b] [i]found on November 29, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4459640] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/44597/4459640_350.png[/img] [/url] ----- [center][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/LY7gEYo.png[/IMG]

[center][b]ABEL[/b] [i]found on December 2, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40423115] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404232/40423115_350.png[/img] [/url] -----[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/404232/40423115.png[/img] [center][size=2][br][/size] [color=#392c1a][font=century gothic][size=7]Abel[/size][/font] [font=sylfaen][size=3]First Mate[/size][/font][/color] [color=#948570]»[/color][color=#C9C0B1]________________[/color][color=#948570]«[/color] [color=#392c1a][font=sylfaen][size=3]Eager • Cunning • Vigilant[/size][/font][/color] [size=1][br][/size] [item=stag figurine] [color=#392c1a][font=sylfaen][size=3]code by epher #101073[/size][/font][/color][/center][nextcol][center] [color=#C9C0B1]____________________________________[/color] [item=azure lure][item=sinew net][item=traveler's runestone] [color=#C9C0B1]____________________________________[/color][/center] [center][color=#392c1a][font=sylfaen][size=3][i]"Acknowledge people for who people are, not for what you want to see."[/i][/size][/font][/color] [color=#948570]‹[/color][color=#C9C0B1]__________________________________[/color][color=#948570]«[/color][/center] [color=#392c1a][font=sylfaen][size=3]Abel was born in the light of the sun and always praised for his unique coat. Either compared to daybreak or day's end, but never praised for who he really was. An adventurous young scamp who seemed to look for trouble. His parents got after him many a time for getting himself and his friends into danger. However, the idea of death never seemed to frighten Abel. If anything it excited him and presented a challenge he readily welcomed. With his daredevil personality, it's a wonder he didn't get snatch up by disaster sooner than he did. Swept away by a landslide and never seen by his family again. Instead, he woke up all alone on a beach in the middle of no where. Only a mighty ship in the distance offered any form of inhabitants. Abel broke out in a mad sprint to the foreign ship, not wanting to be left to die. Hoping that the inhabitants weren't murderous brutes. The child slowed his pace the close he got to the ship and realize how otherworldly it was. Half way between translucent and opaque and it didn't even touch the water. In stead the ship hovered at least a foot or two off the ocean. It truly amazed the young dragon as he stared up in awe and the titanic craft. Abel didn't hear the shrill whistle of a man until the fourth time he had tried to get his attention. The man wasn't normal either as Abel could see right through him, apposed to the clearly alive spiral hatchling beside him. Both of the passengers looked down at the boy eager to welcome the child. Abel ran up the board to meet them and has been a crew member ever since. Finally being seen as the wild, yet kind hearted spirit he's always been.[/size][/font][/color] [/columns] [center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRh-dzrI4Z4]He's A Pirate[/url][/center] --------------------------------------- [quote][center][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=40423115&skin=0&apparel=2973,19646,2963,19649,2972,333,6027,19652,6029,4787,492,10385&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center][/quote]

[center][b]XIIVA[/b] [i]found on December 2, 2018 Owned (Bio heavily edited for readability)[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34004663] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/340047/34004663_350.png[/img] [/url] ----- [center][font=Century][size=7][color=#292929]XIIVA[/color][/size] [size=3][color=#292929]"FISH"[/color][/size] --------------------- Fisherman - The One Who Dives Deep[/font][/center] ------------------- [img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c5cad3f7d43e23caa64bf6ef9579d5a3/tumblr_inline_oqed0dNIti1u7i2gt_100.png[/img][img]http://flightrising.com/images/map/icons/water_1.png[/img][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/c5cad3f7d43e23caa64bf6ef9579d5a3/tumblr_inline_oqed0dNIti1u7i2gt_100.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/XEM5qlc.png[/img] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]JOB DESCRIPTION[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]X[/size]iiva is the fisherman of [insert clan name], dedicated to the capture, cleaning, and preparation of fish to serve to the pescatarians of the clan. Although some dragons prefer to eat their fish whole, those with more sensitive palates can only manage the soft meat and no bones. Xiiva has generously taken on the responsibility of tailoring each catch to the individual needs of every dragon within the clan, since there are not too many fish-eaters to serve. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]PERSONALITY[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]B[/size]io bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio bio [br] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]PHYSIQUE[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]A[/size]lthough average in size and form, this drake has powerful limbs, core muscles, and jaws due to his many years of fishing experience. His smile is bright enough to make any dragon feel a little extra warmth in their heart, despite the fact that he always gives off an appalling fishy odor.[/font][/color] [img]http://i.imgur.com/1vtchYM.png[/img] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Xt3QMmA.png[/img][/center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/XEM5qlc.png[/img] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/ENF4NJH.png[/img][font=Book Antiqua][size=4][size=5][color=#292929]BIOGRAPHY[/color][/size][img]http://i.imgur.com/HcLmuty.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/l3kRBf2.png[/img][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]T[/size]here was a storm the morning that he was born. The tides of his birth place caused waves to batter against the shore, and upset the flora and fauna inhabiting the Fishspine Reef. His mother [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=317513&tab=dragon&did=30741800]Ebb[/url] wrapped herself around her nest watching as cracks appeared on the shells of the three eggs. She prayed it was because they were hatching, and not due to the elements. It was her first clutch born in the Sea of a Thousand Currents. She had always loved water but at that moment she was well aware of it’s massive power as a force that could harm her young. He was the last to emerge, thrusting himself out into the dark and turning water opening his eyes. Registering first, a piece of coral being ripped from it’s roots and then the brightness of the gems on his mother’s scales which flashed with every burst of lightning. She pulled him to her, shielding him under her wings with his sisters. She hummed, the pitch low and the tune one she made up on the spot, trying to soothe her three new children until the sea finally found its own peace. [size=5]X[/size]iiva was the bravest of his siblings. He tested the limits of how far he could get away from the nest without one of his parents pulling him back mere days after he got the hang of his wings. He was the first to investigate strange creatures, enter ominous dark caves full of sharp stalactites and stalagmites, and pick fights with other hatchlings if he felt that they weren’t being nice to his sisters. His curiosity grew as he did. He asked his mother constantly about her time in the Starfell Isles, and begged her to recount what he deemed the most exciting moments of her island hopping to the Shrieking Wilds of the Viridian Labyrinth. His favorite part of the story was when she decided it was finally time for her to see The Sea of a Thousand Currents. Having always been drawn to water, she felt a strong need to experience what life would be like in the greatest body of water in her world. Ebb’s eyes would always light up when she described what it was like to gaze upon the great sea for the first time, and the spark in her eye lit up a fire in Xiiva’s imagination. He was sometimes able to get other Hatchlings to play “Adventurers” with him, a game where they pretended to travel all over Sorienth drinking in the beautiful sights, fighting battles, and completing quests. [size=5]W[/size]hen Ebb and Ahti deemed him old enough, Xiiva was able to go out fishing with his mother. When he was still quite young, he would sometimes pretend to go to sleep, but stay awake to watch Ebb sink beneath the surface of the midnight water and return with glowing slugs and crustaceans. He had pleaded for a long time before the evening actually came when he received his first fishing and deep diving lesson. The adrenaline rush of hurtling down into the sea depths, and chasing fish was intoxicating for him. He challenged his mother to diving competitions, occasionally causing her some anxiety with just how far down he would go and how long he would stay there. However, she also felt a strong sense of pride in her progeny. Xiiva was the first of her children to take after her so strongly. [br] [center][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/1449587][img]http://orig08.deviantart.net/86f8/f/2015/147/e/c/fr__water_by_baelfin-d8uyn80.png[/img][/url][/center] [color=#292929][font=century][size=5]X[/size]iiva found himself in adulthood becoming more like his mother before she settled to live in The Sea of a Thousand Currents. There was a restlessness in his blood that he tried to calm, but he never quite succeeded in doing it. His mother could see it in the look in his eyes as he gazed out towards the rest of Sorienth. Far beyond the shores that she had grown to love. She remembered the lust for new experiences that once stirred in her bones, and so one day she pulled Xiiva aside and told him that no matter where he went or what he did he would always be her son and she would be there for him. [size=5]X[/size]iiva knew that he didn’t really need his mother’s permission to leave, but what she told him made him feel so much better about going. So, he departed to see what the wide world had in store for him. He went to The Windswept Plateau first paying a visit to [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=318256]The Flickering Tempest Coterie[/url], a sister clan to his. He discovered that flying while being propelled by strong gusts of wind was almost as exhilarating as deep sea diving. He also enjoyed expanding his circle of friends. He then travelled to the Starfall Isles, to see the where his mother was born. He tried to find all the places that she had mentioned in her stories, especially the best spots to fish amongst the Crystalspines. [size=5]T[/size]hen, Xiiva came to The Scarred Wasteland. A place that he knew very little about. He found himself enthralled by the deadly looking terrain, the vicious animals, and the dragons that lived there. He had never known such chaotic wildness. The Sea of a Thousand Currents could be unpredictable, but there had always been a sense of control lurking beneath its surface. As if things were destined to happen, like the storm the night he was born. Nothing in The Scarred Wasteland seemed to run on any type of logic. That was, until he met some of the dragons in [insert clan name]. It was quite the happy coincidence that a small party of them had been trying to fish along the border between The Scarred Wasteland and the Sea of A Thousand Currents. They were trying, and failing to procure anything of real nutritional value. This was due to the fact they were not going to far beneath the surface of the plague tainted water for their prey. Xiiva noticed their plight and took pity on them plummeting far past where any of the other dragons thought possible to bring up some of the most delicious looking seafood they had seen in weeks. He was invited to return with them to their clan, where he found himself surrounded by fascinating companions. He was asked to stay and teach the other seafood eating dragons how to fish like he did. Unfortunately, none of his pupils were able to surpass their teacher. By the time this was realized however, Xiiva had realized that he really liked feeling useful and needed. He also had started to become attached to the members of the [insert clan name here]. Therefore, when [clan leader] asked if he would like to stay and become the official fisherman of the clan he accepted wholeheartedly. Xiiva now serves as the sole source of seafood for the clan, but some of his fish-eating friends accompany him to the shore every once in a while to practice their own skills. [center][color=#292929][font=century]Biography By: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=317513]topazsunset04[/url] [/center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/1vtchYM.png[/img] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Xt3QMmA.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/28bl1Vd.png[/img][/center] [center][size=2][color=#292929][i]Bio template by @Mibella, find it [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2103505/1#post_2103505]here[/url].[/i][/color][/size][/center]

[center][b]TUONI[/b] [i]found on December 2, 2018 Exalted[/i] ----- [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37872373] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/378724/37872373_350.png[/img] [/url] ----- [columns] [center][size=6][font=Palatino Linotype][color=#B0734F][i]Tuoni[/i][/color][/font][/size][color=#731D08] [b]Not a necromancer, absolutely not![/b][/color][/center] [center]~~~~[/center] Tuoni grew up in the swampy marshland at the far edge of his birth clan's territory - right where the Sea of a Thousand Currents meets the Scarred Wasteland. Somewhat isolated from the rest of the clan, he spent most of his childhood either exploring the surrounding area with his older sister Galya, or learning the arts of his herbalist father and mage mother. He was always fascinated by the Plague tainted beasts that sometimes wound up close to his family's lair, and always loved listening to his mother's tales of the even more gruesome, twisted creatures that lurked deeper in the Plague territories. Maybe he loved those stories a bit too much... because one day, when visiting the main settlement of the clan, he overheard some guards talking about a strange, rotten creature in a barricaded tunnel in one of the older, deserted lairs. Intrigued, Tuoni crept past the guards - determined to find out more. What he found down there in the old tunnel, hissing and snarling against the barricade, was ... a dragon? Or at least it had been one, at some point. Determined to make a name for himself, he decided that he'd study it to find a cure for the strange ... whatever it was that had made it this way. It didn't take long though, and he found himself way more interested in the process that had created the creature he nicknamed 'Shamble'. And as so often happens with great scientists (or at least those that think themselves to be great), he overestimated his abilities - and the undead dragon escaped. Tuoni narrowly avoided being bitten by the creature, and as it began to shuffle menacingly towards the busier parts of the lair, he realized that it might not have gotten to him, but it had snatched his herb satchel from his hip, which now dangled unnoticed from the undead dragons mouth. Everyone would now that HE let it escape. He needed to flee. [center]~~~~[/center] A young Bogsneak has appeared at the edge of your clan's territory and introduces himself as Tuoni. He looks a bit ruffled, with dusky thorn tangles still clinging to his wings - as if he'd travelled rather hurried. He offeres his skills as herbalist and healer in exchange for a place to stay. And if it's not too much trouble, a small hut a bit out of the way would be fantastic - he needs the quiet for his studies. [center]~~~~[/center] [center][i][color=#B0734F][size=2]template by Daenaryen[/size][/color][/i][/center] [nextcol] [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26779293] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/267793/26779293p.png[/img] [/url] Wrex [i]Father[/i] —– [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27035944] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/270360/27035944p.png[/img] [/url] [i]Sekhmet Mother[/i] —– [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29513115] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/295132/29513115p.png[/img] [/url] Galya [i]Sister[/i] —– [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20484556] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/204846/20484556p.png[/img] [/url] Shamble [i]What IS that?[/i] [/center] [/columns]

[center][b]FEUILLEMORTE[/b] [i]found on November 12th, 2020 //[/i] ----- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45450337][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/454504/45450337_350.png[/img][/url] -----[/center] Feuille Morte (Feh-Ool Mort-ee) is an old English word, nearly forgotten, that describes the color of brownish-orange of dead leaves. Goes by Fru though. She met Clove when she moved to the Clan, and have been thick as thieves ever since. They are still a part of the Clan, yet they live in the Maple Grove; they send supplies to their Clan once every other month. They heard tales about the Autumn Flight from the local Crazy Old Man, and moved there. Feuille Morte is a spice maker, who not only has a garden full of spices, she also grows and makes tea packets on occasion. She spends her days making up great-smelling concoctions of spices and teas. The reason she chose this career is because she has a mental illness, yet she never says what it is; Clove presumes she came to terms with it and thus outgrown it. She quickly learned that spices dramatically lessons the effects, and she just loves spices. She is very quiet, yet is very outgoing. Anyone who spends time with her will learn to read her emotions like a book. bio written by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=388810]Continlula[/url] [center]A member of the Everlasting Autumn Flight. Lives in the Maple Grove. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/frd/2752364/1][img]https://i.imgur.com/vcz2W4G.png[/img][/url] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=45450337&skin=0&apparel=32974,815,32972,690,32970&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center]