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TOPIC | [LORE] Ahava Claniau // Short Stories
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_written by name
_# words



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she/her - writer - FR+0
but who prays for lucifer?
who in eighteen centuries,
has had the common humanity
to pray for the one sinner
that needed it most?

-- Mark Twain
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[center][font=calibri][size=3][color=grey]PREV. Dragon | Contents | Residents | NEXT Dragon[/font][/size][/color][/center] [rule] [columns][center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40385861][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/403859/40385861.png[/img][/url] [font=calibri][size=3][color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40385861]profile[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2663907/1#post_2663907]main post[/url][/color][/size][/font][/center][nextcol][color=white]__[/color][nextcol][quote=Valoria wrote on 2019-06-25 21:02:13:][font=calibri][size=3]Pandora's box has been opened and chaos rules the Sunbeam Ruins; In this chaos, a disturbance rippled through the Hewn City, shaking its ancient buildings and unearthing many things lost to the past; One of these things was a workshop. ... This is where you come in. Left only with remnants of the past to go off of, can you discover the true purpose of these objects?[/quote][/columns] [columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/trinket/28250.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=georgia][color=007d55]{ the search for pandora's box: day 11 }[/color][/font][/size] [color=white]_[/color][font=calibri][size=2]written by SkyDancer10 [color=white]_[/color][color=grey]457 words[/color][/font][/size][/columns] [font=calibri][size=4]Dionysus examines the objects thoroughly, taking in every aspect and categorizing it in his expansive, thousand-year-old mind. His eyes stop short at the sight of the bright pink tools and he quickly searches his memory for any sight of it, or something similar. "I do believe I've seen this before," he informs [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=149890&tab=dragon&did=13697861]Cora[/url] as he plucks at the tools which clink softly between his claws. "Ancient dragons used them to observe the stars. If only they knew what lies beyond..." his voice trails off, and an emotion crosses his face that Cora can't read. She decides it best to move the conversation in a different direction. "Well, alright Smarty Pants," she teases. "What do you suppose these are?" Cora gently taps her talons against the side of a glass jar. Dionysus reaches for the container, meeting Cora's eyes with a silent request and, at her minuscule nod, pulls the jar into his claws. "They appear to be some kind of fish scales, but for what purpose?" He removes the lid and empties the contents. Touching the soft, squishy surfaces of the scales, Dionysus releases a surprised noise that nearly startles Cora. "I do believe Pestilence has told me about these before," he continues, referring to his clan's resident doctor. "They have some sort of healing properties for injured dragons. They're meant to soothe burned leather." Cora hums in acknowledgement, and Dionysus gasps softly as he notices an item previously obscured from his view: a small wooden object. "I do believe," he reaches for the string instrument with careful claws. "This is referred to as a lute. In Olympus, I was known to play at every major event, especially the birth of a young god or goddess." His eyes become misty with emotion, the vibrancy enhanced with the added glassiness of unshed tears. "I do believe I played at my mother's funeral," he whispers and for a moment it seems the Earth stands still. Neither of them breath, Cora as deadly still as the pool of water beside them, which, strangely enough, reflects a muted version of the male imperial... another dragon who looks like him, but just different enough to cause a distinction. "Are you alright?" Cora asks softly, and he's sure she notices how he stares at the image of not-him, incomparable focus knitting his eyebrows together. "I–," he begins again, and his voice doesn't waver. It doesn't. He sighs, looking up into Cora's eyes with a storm clouding his eyes, a hurricane unleashed in his soul, stronger than anything she has ever seen before, and it sucks her in, brings tears to her own eyes and she can't move, can't speak, can only stare as Dionysus whispers three words that shatter her. "I miss her." [rule] [rule]
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Valoria wrote on 2019-06-25 21:02:13: wrote:
Pandora's box has been opened and chaos rules the Sunbeam Ruins; In this chaos, a disturbance rippled through the Hewn City, shaking its ancient buildings and unearthing many things lost to the past; One of these things was a workshop.
...
This is where you come in. Left only with remnants of the past to go off of, can you discover the true purpose of these objects?
28250.png { the search for pandora's box: day 11 }
_written by SkyDancer10
_457 words
Dionysus examines the objects thoroughly, taking in every aspect and categorizing it in his expansive, thousand-year-old mind. His eyes stop short at the sight of the bright pink tools and he quickly searches his memory for any sight of it, or something similar.
"I do believe I've seen this before," he informs Cora as he plucks at the tools which clink softly between his claws. "Ancient dragons used them to observe the stars. If only they knew what lies beyond..." his voice trails off, and an emotion crosses his face that Cora can't read. She decides it best to move the conversation in a different direction.
"Well, alright Smarty Pants," she teases. "What do you suppose these are?" Cora gently taps her talons against the side of a glass jar.
Dionysus reaches for the container, meeting Cora's eyes with a silent request and, at her minuscule nod, pulls the jar into his claws.
"They appear to be some kind of fish scales, but for what purpose?" He removes the lid and empties the contents. Touching the soft, squishy surfaces of the scales, Dionysus releases a surprised noise that nearly startles Cora.
"I do believe Pestilence has told me about these before," he continues, referring to his clan's resident doctor. "They have some sort of healing properties for injured dragons. They're meant to soothe burned leather."
Cora hums in acknowledgement, and Dionysus gasps softly as he notices an item previously obscured from his view: a small wooden object.
"I do believe," he reaches for the string instrument with careful claws. "This is referred to as a lute. In Olympus, I was known to play at every major event, especially the birth of a young god or goddess."
His eyes become misty with emotion, the vibrancy enhanced with the added glassiness of unshed tears.
"I do believe I played at my mother's funeral," he whispers and for a moment it seems the Earth stands still. Neither of them breath, Cora as deadly still as the pool of water beside them, which, strangely enough, reflects a muted version of the male imperial... another dragon who looks like him, but just different enough to cause a distinction.
"Are you alright?" Cora asks softly, and he's sure she notices how he stares at the image of not-him, incomparable focus knitting his eyebrows together.
"I–," he begins again, and his voice doesn't waver. It doesn't. He sighs, looking up into Cora's eyes with a storm clouding his eyes, a hurricane unleashed in his soul, stronger than anything she has ever seen before, and it sucks her in, brings tears to her own eyes and she can't move, can't speak, can only stare as Dionysus whispers three words that shatter her.
"I miss her."


P3QILmB.gif ___

she/her - writer - FR+0
but who prays for lucifer?
who in eighteen centuries,
has had the common humanity
to pray for the one sinner
that needed it most?

-- Mark Twain
____ P3kLLBM.png ___
[center][font=calibri][size=3][color=grey]PREV. Dragon | Contents | Residents | NEXT Dragon[/font][/size][/color][/center] [rule] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36018606][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/360187/36018606.png[/img][/url] [size=7][font=georgia][color=lightsteelblue]~ kiona ~[/color][/font][/size][/center] [size=4][font=calibri][b]Lore:[/b] Yes // [b]Art:[/b] Yes [b]Jump to lore:[/b] [list][*][size=4][font=calibri]An incredibly powerful and skilled thief, she's the clan's bounty hunter [*]Brainwashed in a facility that trains assassins where she met her closest friend; he was unfortunately killed, and she wears a white wolf skin in his memory [*]Known for sneaking bits and pieces from other clans, usually resulting in a flustered Serenity going clan-to-clan with stolen objects and sheepish apologies [*]Unable to have her own children, she's become a mother-figure to the children of the clan [/list]
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~ kiona ~
Lore: Yes // Art: Yes
Jump to lore:
  • An incredibly powerful and skilled thief, she's the clan's bounty hunter
  • Brainwashed in a facility that trains assassins where she met her closest friend; he was unfortunately killed, and she wears a white wolf skin in his memory
  • Known for sneaking bits and pieces from other clans, usually resulting in a flustered Serenity going clan-to-clan with stolen objects and sheepish apologies
  • Unable to have her own children, she's become a mother-figure to the children of the clan
P3QILmB.gif ___

she/her - writer - FR+0
but who prays for lucifer?
who in eighteen centuries,
has had the common humanity
to pray for the one sinner
that needed it most?

-- Mark Twain
____ P3kLLBM.png ___
[center][font=calibri][size=3][color=grey]PREV. Dragon | Contents | Residents | NEXT Dragon[/font][/size][/color][/center] [rule] [right][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36201093] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/362011/36201093.png[/img][/url] [font=calibri][size=3][color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36201093]profile[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2663907/1#post_2663907]main post[/url][/color][/size][/font][/right][columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/light_1.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=georgia][color=gold]{ side by side }[/color][/font][/size] [color=white]_[/color][font=calibri][size=2]written by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=428574]SilverSilver[/url] [color=white]_[/color][color=grey]87 words[/color][/font][/size][/columns] [font=calibri][size=4]Knock thrice at the frame of the open door, You’ll find you’ve been here once before. And if, perhaps, we forget what for, I’ll show you what’s at store. Once I flew o’er sea and land, But from heaven’s army did I disband, Because I fell and asked for the hand For a lordling demon grand. From sky I fell, from earth he rose, And in time we met as two heroes Now mortal, we guard here side by side And with each other, we do confide.[/font][/size] [rule] [rule] [right][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34676620][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/346767/34676620.png[/img][/url] [font=calibri][size=3][color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34676620]profile[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2663907/1#post_2663907]main post[/url][/color][/size][/font][/right][columns][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/static/map/icons/shadow_3.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=georgia][color=indigo]{ a demon, indeed }[/color][/font][/size] [color=white]_[/color][font=calibri][size=2]written by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=428574]SilverSilver[/url] [color=white]_[/color][color=grey]67 words[/color][/font][/size][/columns] [font=calibri][size=4]Enter, traveler, but take note, What it is you want the most You may find here, but just know By the gods above and the soulless below I’ll not stand thieves. Trick me thus, You’ll find that choice was Never to succeed. Now, take heed Among my treasure, You’ll dare not measure My wrath if you stay overlong. Come forth, let’s see if your will is strong. [rule] [rule] [right][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38399171][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/383992/38399171.png[/img][/url] [font=calibri][size=3][color=grey][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38399171]profile[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2663907/1#post_2663907]main post[/url][/color][/size][/font][/right][columns][img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/trinket/8094.png[/img][nextcol][size=7][font=georgia][color=darkorange]{ the shield }[/color][/font][/size] [color=white]_[/color][font=calibri][size=2]written by [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=view&tab=userpage&id=428574]SilverSilver[/url] [color=white]_[/color][color=grey]72 words[/color][/font][/size][/columns] [font=calibri][size=4]Nothing happens in these lands Without my knowing it. My eye Sees far, my mind is sharp, and My wings are swifter under the stars. I am the keeper, the dawn-struck messenger, The dove that escapes the hawk’s grasp. Watch not for me on the battlefields But keeping the hearth. I am the shield; I guard against the night. What plans Have you in these lands? Burn on and we will see. [rule] [rule]
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light_1.png { side by side }
_written by SilverSilver
_87 words
Knock thrice at the frame of the open door,
You’ll find you’ve been here once before.
And if, perhaps, we forget what for,
I’ll show you what’s at store.

Once I flew o’er sea and land,
But from heaven’s army did I disband,
Because I fell and asked for the hand
For a lordling demon grand.

From sky I fell, from earth he rose,
And in time we met as two heroes
Now mortal, we guard here side by side
And with each other, we do confide.


shadow_3.png { a demon, indeed }
_written by SilverSilver
_67 words
Enter, traveler, but take note,
What it is you want the most
You may find here, but just know
By the gods above and the soulless below
I’ll not stand thieves. Trick me thus,
You’ll find that choice was
Never to succeed.
Now, take heed
Among my treasure,
You’ll dare not measure
My wrath if you stay overlong.
Come forth, let’s see if your will is strong.


8094.png { the shield }
_written by SilverSilver
_72 words
Nothing happens in these lands
Without my knowing it. My eye
Sees far, my mind is sharp, and
My wings are swifter under the stars.
I am the keeper, the dawn-struck messenger,
The dove that escapes the hawk’s grasp.
Watch not for me on the battlefields
But keeping the hearth. I am the shield;
I guard against the night.
What plans
Have you in these lands?
Burn on and we will see.


P3QILmB.gif ___

she/her - writer - FR+0
but who prays for lucifer?
who in eighteen centuries,
has had the common humanity
to pray for the one sinner
that needed it most?

-- Mark Twain
____ P3kLLBM.png ___
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