@Kipuka
For Medea:
The full moon harvest, carved gourds and fresh apples, ginger and seasalt, the hour after dusk. A far-off pillar of smoke and an entwined braid of feather and fur. The tiger-eye amulets, the woodcarver’s tools, the bustling kitchen and warm light. The king’s feast and the queen’s hunt, stories of ancient heroes, blue potions and white crystal. The gentle pattern of rain. The last breath before the dance, hands on your shoulders encouraging you onwards.
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Kipuka
For Medea:
The full moon harvest, carved gourds and fresh apples, ginger and seasalt, the hour after dusk. A far-off pillar of smoke and an entwined braid of feather and fur. The tiger-eye amulets, the woodcarver’s tools, the bustling kitchen and warm light. The king’s feast and the queen’s hunt, stories of ancient heroes, blue potions and white crystal. The gentle pattern of rain. The last breath before the dance, hands on your shoulders encouraging you onwards.
@lotusen
For Cifylan:
Regal horns and the brass-tones before the herald sings. The robin, the thrush, the hawk sailing higher still. The whetstone and the newly-sharpened sword. Leather gauntlets and hands clasped in friendly rivalry. Grey stone, the perichor of the summer rain, the new buds on flowering trees. Cherry and lilac. The heart-stopping plummet, the statuesque guard, the loyal listener that bows on the threshold and waits for the coming of spring.
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@
lotusen
For Cifylan:
Regal horns and the brass-tones before the herald sings. The robin, the thrush, the hawk sailing higher still. The whetstone and the newly-sharpened sword. Leather gauntlets and hands clasped in friendly rivalry. Grey stone, the perichor of the summer rain, the new buds on flowering trees. Cherry and lilac. The heart-stopping plummet, the statuesque guard, the loyal listener that bows on the threshold and waits for the coming of spring.
@SilverSilver could you write something for this fella? ^^
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SilverSilver could you write something for this fella? ^^
@Silversilver
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Could you do something with Advena here?
@
Silversilver
Could you do something with Advena here?
@SilverSurfer
Reckon you could have a go with this guy?
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50473166]
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@
SilverSurfer
Reckon you could have a go with this guy?
Does he spark any ideas for you? Thanks! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=455670&tab=dragon&did=50309986][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/503100/50309986_350.png[/img][/url]
Does he spark any ideas for you? Thanks!
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50016896]
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i'm sorry if you're busy already, but can you do something with orpheus?
i'm sorry if you're busy already, but can you do something with orpheus?
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@SilverSilver
This is Sanctus.
He's an Acolyte of the light flight, however his main role in the shrine he's been placed in is to sit pretty and act like, basically, a doll. He's been conditioned throughout his life to blindly obey orders without questioning, and therefore cannot even figure out howto wash a dish on his own, he's very dependent on those around him to help him. If he were to be attacked,he'd be more likely to stand still and take it than to retaliate. He's got an ethereal energy to him, as if he's bodily here, but mentally not even on the same continent.
He does not speak.
He makes no verbal sounds other than basic growls,
and maybe the occasional peals of breathy, silent laughter.
He was not taught to read or to wright.
He understands verbal languages.
He cannot comprehend sarcasm or lies.
He uses no body language to express himself.
Beneath his hood, he can see the very skeletal systems of his handlers.
He can see the gelatinous, golden-tinted flesh they bear,
he can see the veins pumping liquid midas touch,
he can see their hearts beat within their ribcage.
He is able to see the bare essence of a soul,
for he is unhindered by filthy thoughts and perversion.
He doesn't detest reproduction, it's just not for him, is all.
When he sees the raw essence of a dragon,
he stares not out of desire, but out of respect.
it wold be rude to look away when one expected his attention.
He is the sacrificial lamb upon the altar,
the beast gifted temporary shelter before sent off to the slaughter.
he's basically a puppet on a string,
the puppet-masters being those around him.
Deep within himself, he yearns or freedom,
for the wind beneath his wings, however knows he'll never be allowed it.[/i]
@SilverSilver
This is Sanctus.
He's an Acolyte of the light flight, however his main role in the shrine he's been placed in is to sit pretty and act like, basically, a doll. He's been conditioned throughout his life to blindly obey orders without questioning, and therefore cannot even figure out howto wash a dish on his own, he's very dependent on those around him to help him. If he were to be attacked,he'd be more likely to stand still and take it than to retaliate. He's got an ethereal energy to him, as if he's bodily here, but mentally not even on the same continent.
He does not speak.
He makes no verbal sounds other than basic growls,
and maybe the occasional peals of breathy, silent laughter.
He was not taught to read or to wright.
He understands verbal languages.
He cannot comprehend sarcasm or lies.
He uses no body language to express himself.
Beneath his hood, he can see the very skeletal systems of his handlers.
He can see the gelatinous, golden-tinted flesh they bear,
he can see the veins pumping liquid midas touch,
he can see their hearts beat within their ribcage.
He is able to see the bare essence of a soul,
for he is unhindered by filthy thoughts and perversion.
He doesn't detest reproduction, it's just not for him, is all.
When he sees the raw essence of a dragon,
he stares not out of desire, but out of respect.
it wold be rude to look away when one expected his attention.
He is the sacrificial lamb upon the altar,
the beast gifted temporary shelter before sent off to the slaughter.
he's basically a puppet on a string,
the puppet-masters being those around him.
Deep within himself, he yearns or freedom,
for the wind beneath his wings, however knows he'll never be allowed it.
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Would I be able to get one about Seraphina?
Would I be able to get one about Seraphina?
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