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O c e a n ' s . H e a r t

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C L A N . L O R E

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[center][font=cochin][size=5]I N D E X[/size] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [size=4]P A R T [color=transparent]..[/color] O N E [color=transparent]..[/color]:[color=transparent]..[/color] S K Y C R E S T[/size] [size=4]i. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2749783#post_40740362]beginnings[/url] ii. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2749783#post_40740363]growth[/url] iii. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2749783#post_40740364]heartbreak[/url] iv. [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2749783#post_40740365]peace[/url][/size] [size=4]P A R T [color=transparent]..[/color] T W O [color=transparent]..[/color]:[color=transparent]..[/color] E X O D U S [/size] [size=4]i. ii. [/size] [size=4]P A R T [color=transparent]..[/color] T H R E E [color=transparent]..[/color]:[color=transparent]..[/color] O C E A N ' S [color=transparent]..[/color] H E A R T [/size] [size=4]i. ii. [/size] [size=4]T H E [color=transparent]..[/color] S U R V I V O R S[/size] [size=4]i. sandy ii. blade iii. aspirant iv. feather v. stardust [/size] [/center]
I N D E X

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P A R T .. O N E ..:.. S K Y C R E S T

i. beginnings
ii. growth
iii. heartbreak
iv. peace



P A R T .. T W O ..:.. E X O D U S

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P A R T .. T H R E E ..:.. O C E A N ' S .. H E A R T

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T H E .. S U R V I V O R S

i. sandy
ii. blade
iii. aspirant
iv. feather
v. stardust


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[center][font=cochin][size=6]P A R T [color=transparent]..[/color] O N E [/size] [size=5]S K Y C R E S T[/size] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [size=5]i. [color=transparent]..[/color] b e g i n n i n g s[/size][/font][/center] [size=5]F[/size][size=3]rom its earliest days, in the quiet of the Zephyr Steppes, the Skycrest Clan was troubled. Its very first members, Sabori and Karamat, while generally affectionate and hopeful, lacked the fortitude and worldly understanding that any good clan leader must naturally possess. Sabori, rather wilder than her mate, was often rash and undisciplined. She had no patience, nor any inclination to learning, and her fledgling clan often found itself wanting for food and supplies due to her wayward nature. She would disappear for days at a time, ostensibly to hunt or forage, and invariably return empty-handed. When Karamat, the more reasonable of the two, inquired as to what had taken place, her only response was to growl and demand that he do the job himself if he were so much an expert. Karamat was more patient and hardworking than his flighty mate, but he was untalented and rather too empathetic to make an effective hunter; he felt too deeply, and often allowed his prey to escape rather than bloody his claws on their carcasses. He would make the attempt only when he had no choice, when Sabori’s long absences left the clan’s food stocks dangerously, and often with only meagre success, if any. Their first and only clutch of hatchlings did not last beyond a day, called to the Windsinger’s side long before their time, and for a time it seemed that Sabori and Karamat were doomed to the same fate, their fledgling clan a hopeless dream, with nothing to sustain it but their affection and the shared lack of basic survival skills. However, this was not to be. The pair’s fate changed dramatically — and with it, the clan’s future — when Karamat, in one of his characteristic moments of empathy, brought home not a much-needed meal but a young dragon, a tiny spiral hatchling who had wandered too far from his home clan and grown lost. He was a sad, shy little thing, but Karamat took to him immediately; having such a small, helpless creature dependent on him made a better dragon out of him, and a better hunter as well. He learned to do what was necessary, to bring home food and other supplies for his mate and their new adopted son, and slowly, ever so slowly, they began to thrive. The young hatchling grew quickly, learning from his new father, whom he loved dearly; by the time he was fully grown, he’d become a very talented hunter and catcher of insects. They named him Reedcleft, in celebration of the clan’s migration to the Ascent — a move that would bring with it a new time of prosperity and peace. As the clan started to flourish, in no small part thanks to Reedcleft’s talents, it drew new members, and with it new skillsets. For the first time, Sabori and Karamat did not need to try and be what they were not. Karamat gave up his attempts at hunting and settled into a comfortable role as caretaker, guarding and protecting the clan’s new hatchlings, keeping them safe and ensuring they were taught well. He thrived here, growing content and calm in a way he could not have imagined in the early, difficult days of his clan’s inception. Sabori, too, grew more settled and comfortable. She did not disappear so often, and though her primal nature still sometimes called her into wandering alone, she was not nearly so confrontational when she returned. With the clan’s growing prosperity, she had the freedom to do as she liked, answerable to none except her mate — and, most of the time, not even really answerable to him; Karamat loved her dearly, and would not question her unless he was truly worried. And so the Skycrest Clan began to flourish, moving ever upwards through the Windswept Plateau, finally coming to rest in the heart of the Windsinger’s territory: the Cloudsong itself. [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center]
P A R T .. O N E
S K Y C R E S T

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i. .. b e g i n n i n g s

From its earliest days, in the quiet of the Zephyr Steppes, the Skycrest Clan was troubled. Its very first members, Sabori and Karamat, while generally affectionate and hopeful, lacked the fortitude and worldly understanding that any good clan leader must naturally possess.

Sabori, rather wilder than her mate, was often rash and undisciplined. She had no patience, nor any inclination to learning, and her fledgling clan often found itself wanting for food and supplies due to her wayward nature. She would disappear for days at a time, ostensibly to hunt or forage, and invariably return empty-handed. When Karamat, the more reasonable of the two, inquired as to what had taken place, her only response was to growl and demand that he do the job himself if he were so much an expert.

Karamat was more patient and hardworking than his flighty mate, but he was untalented and rather too empathetic to make an effective hunter; he felt too deeply, and often allowed his prey to escape rather than bloody his claws on their carcasses. He would make the attempt only when he had no choice, when Sabori’s long absences left the clan’s food stocks dangerously, and often with only meagre success, if any.

Their first and only clutch of hatchlings did not last beyond a day, called to the Windsinger’s side long before their time, and for a time it seemed that Sabori and Karamat were doomed to the same fate, their fledgling clan a hopeless dream, with nothing to sustain it but their affection and the shared lack of basic survival skills.

However, this was not to be. The pair’s fate changed dramatically — and with it, the clan’s future — when Karamat, in one of his characteristic moments of empathy, brought home not a much-needed meal but a young dragon, a tiny spiral hatchling who had wandered too far from his home clan and grown lost. He was a sad, shy little thing, but Karamat took to him immediately; having such a small, helpless creature dependent on him made a better dragon out of him, and a better hunter as well. He learned to do what was necessary, to bring home food and other supplies for his mate and their new adopted son, and slowly, ever so slowly, they began to thrive.

The young hatchling grew quickly, learning from his new father, whom he loved dearly; by the time he was fully grown, he’d become a very talented hunter and catcher of insects. They named him Reedcleft, in celebration of the clan’s migration to the Ascent — a move that would bring with it a new time of prosperity and peace.

As the clan started to flourish, in no small part thanks to Reedcleft’s talents, it drew new members, and with it new skillsets. For the first time, Sabori and Karamat did not need to try and be what they were not. Karamat gave up his attempts at hunting and settled into a comfortable role as caretaker, guarding and protecting the clan’s new hatchlings, keeping them safe and ensuring they were taught well. He thrived here, growing content and calm in a way he could not have imagined in the early, difficult days of his clan’s inception.

Sabori, too, grew more settled and comfortable. She did not disappear so often, and though her primal nature still sometimes called her into wandering alone, she was not nearly so confrontational when she returned. With the clan’s growing prosperity, she had the freedom to do as she liked, answerable to none except her mate — and, most of the time, not even really answerable to him; Karamat loved her dearly, and would not question her unless he was truly worried.

And so the Skycrest Clan began to flourish, moving ever upwards through the Windswept Plateau, finally coming to rest in the heart of the Windsinger’s territory: the Cloudsong itself.

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[center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [font=cochin][size=5]ii. [color=transparent]..[/color] g r o w t h[/size][/font][/center] [size=5]A[/size][size=3]s he grew older, Reedcleft began to feel the pull of loneliness. He loved his parents dearly, and was deeply dedicated to his beloved clan, but his position made him quite isolated from most of its members. Indeed, many of the newer dragons looked to him as their leader, rather than his parents. Karamat, who had never taken to authority, was more than happy to let his son take over, and though he was often deeply uncomfortable with the responsibilities, still Reedcleft wanted to do right by his home and his family, and so he did what was asked of him. He had only one true friend among his clanmates, a pearlcatcher by the name of Lartessa. She was around his age, and had joined the clan on a whim, mostly to distance herself from her parents and their already-overcrowded family. There were no airs between them, and Reedcleft valued Lartessa both for her talents as negotiator and tradesdragon, and as a cherished friend. It was she, before even his parents, who saw the first stirrings of melancholy within him, and who set her mind to do something about it. Over the course of a few weeks, Lartessa began gently nudging Reedcleft to join her on diplomatic or trading ventures, wandering far and wide to trade with clans of other flights. Reedcleft’s natural shyness made him a poor negotiating companion, but slowly but surely the necessity of the task brought him out of his shell. He would never be entirely comfortable in social circles, but he saw much of the world on these journeys and became quite worldly, learning much about the ways of other clans and other breeds — talents that he would put to good use in the coming years. More significantly, however, was his chance meeting with a young coatl during a visit with a nature-aligned clan in the Shrieking Wilds. Named Cloudsong by chance and perhaps by fate, Lartessa was already well acquainted with the family, and had engaged with the young dragon a few times before; the thought had occurred to her that she and Reedcleft might find themselves of like mind, and by carefully-orchestrated circumstances they found themselves keeping each other’s company often as Lartessa bartered and brawled with the clan’s leaders. Reedcleft and Cloudsong made a good match, and in short order she joined the clan permanently, as a valued member skilled in negotiation, and as his cherished mate. Their bond would prove to be a lifelong one, surviving through good times and bad… and none more trying than the disaster looming on the horizon, unseen and unanticipated. [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center]
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ii. .. g r o w t h

As he grew older, Reedcleft began to feel the pull of loneliness. He loved his parents dearly, and was deeply dedicated to his beloved clan, but his position made him quite isolated from most of its members. Indeed, many of the newer dragons looked to him as their leader, rather than his parents. Karamat, who had never taken to authority, was more than happy to let his son take over, and though he was often deeply uncomfortable with the responsibilities, still Reedcleft wanted to do right by his home and his family, and so he did what was asked of him.

He had only one true friend among his clanmates, a pearlcatcher by the name of Lartessa. She was around his age, and had joined the clan on a whim, mostly to distance herself from her parents and their already-overcrowded family. There were no airs between them, and Reedcleft valued Lartessa both for her talents as negotiator and tradesdragon, and as a cherished friend. It was she, before even his parents, who saw the first stirrings of melancholy within him, and who set her mind to do something about it.

Over the course of a few weeks, Lartessa began gently nudging Reedcleft to join her on diplomatic or trading ventures, wandering far and wide to trade with clans of other flights. Reedcleft’s natural shyness made him a poor negotiating companion, but slowly but surely the necessity of the task brought him out of his shell. He would never be entirely comfortable in social circles, but he saw much of the world on these journeys and became quite worldly, learning much about the ways of other clans and other breeds — talents that he would put to good use in the coming years.

More significantly, however, was his chance meeting with a young coatl during a visit with a nature-aligned clan in the Shrieking Wilds. Named Cloudsong by chance and perhaps by fate, Lartessa was already well acquainted with the family, and had engaged with the young dragon a few times before; the thought had occurred to her that she and Reedcleft might find themselves of like mind, and by carefully-orchestrated circumstances they found themselves keeping each other’s company often as Lartessa bartered and brawled with the clan’s leaders.

Reedcleft and Cloudsong made a good match, and in short order she joined the clan permanently, as a valued member skilled in negotiation, and as his cherished mate. Their bond would prove to be a lifelong one, surviving through good times and bad… and none more trying than the disaster looming on the horizon, unseen and unanticipated.

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[center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img] [font=cochin][size=5]iii. [color=transparent]..[/color] h e a r t b r e a k[/size][/font][/center] [size=5]W[/size][size=3]ithin a few weeks of Cloudsong’s arrival, the clan was to face its biggest and most devastating challenge yet: the loss of its leaders, Sabori and Karamat. There were no bodies to bury, no spirits to send to the Windsinger’s side. Perhaps if there had been, their loss would not have been so devastating. But without the closure of seeing, of knowing what had truly happened, the clan and its remaining dragons were left for a long, painful time in a state of limbo, ever waiting for its missing leaders to return home. Reedcleft would never know what had happened to his beloved parents. He knew only that they had left the clan as normal, with plans to spend the morning foraging in the Ascent that had given him his name, and did not return for the afternoon or evening meal. The following morning, after a sleepless and miserable night, he awoke to find the lair still empty of its leaders and the clan’s frantic younger dragons all looking to him for guidance. Loathe to take up the mantle of leader too quickly, Reedcleft led countless scouting parties in search of his missing parents, all to no avail. Neither Sabori nor Karamat were found, and no sightings were reported anywhere in the Windswept Plateau or the neighbouring territories. It was as though they had simply disappeared without a trace. Necessity forced Reedcleft to take up the official role of clan leader, but he did not take it happily. As the only living offspring — adopted or otherwise — of the clan’s progenitors, the title fell to him by default, and in any case many of the clan’s younger dragons had seen him as its true leader for some time now. His level-headedness had served him well while his parents were still around, but driven by grief and desperation his confidence began to waver; he doubted his talents, he doubted his right to claim the title for his own, and he doubted his ability to serve the clan he loved so dearly. It was only through the support and encouragement of his mate, Cloudsong, that Reedcleft was able to survive those early terrible days. He tried to keep his grief to himself, to keep it hidden from the rest of the clan, but Cloudsong assured him — gently, as she did everything — that he did not need to hide his feelings, that he should share his grief and his pain, and even his doubts, with those who would follow him. The clan was not merely a group of dragons: they were his family, and they were grieving with him; showing that he cared would only make them love him. And indeed it did. The clan mourned their lost leaders together, as a family, and their shared grief brought them all closer than Reedcleft could have imagined. He might have become their leader in name, the one they would turn to for decision-making and judgement calls, but theirs was a united family, and any dragon who made a home with the Skycrest Clan had the same voice as anyone else. [center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/07e1c7ac89be50df692657358be3c657/tumblr_inline_o21bmjI1M91r3lvtf_400.png[/img][/center]
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iii. .. h e a r t b r e a k

Within a few weeks of Cloudsong’s arrival, the clan was to face its biggest and most devastating challenge yet: the loss of its leaders, Sabori and Karamat.

There were no bodies to bury, no spirits to send to the Windsinger’s side. Perhaps if there had been, their loss would not have been so devastating. But without the closure of seeing, of knowing what had truly happened, the clan and its remaining dragons were left for a long, painful time in a state of limbo, ever waiting for its missing leaders to return home.

Reedcleft would never know what had happened to his beloved parents. He knew only that they had left the clan as normal, with plans to spend the morning foraging in the Ascent that had given him his name, and did not return for the afternoon or evening meal. The following morning, after a sleepless and miserable night, he awoke to find the lair still empty of its leaders and the clan’s frantic younger dragons all looking to him for guidance.

Loathe to take up the mantle of leader too quickly, Reedcleft led countless scouting parties in search of his missing parents, all to no avail. Neither Sabori nor Karamat were found, and no sightings were reported anywhere in the Windswept Plateau or the neighbouring territories. It was as though they had simply disappeared without a trace.

Necessity forced Reedcleft to take up the official role of clan leader, but he did not take it happily. As the only living offspring — adopted or otherwise — of the clan’s progenitors, the title fell to him by default, and in any case many of the clan’s younger dragons had seen him as its true leader for some time now. His level-headedness had served him well while his parents were still around, but driven by grief and desperation his confidence began to waver; he doubted his talents, he doubted his right to claim the title for his own, and he doubted his ability to serve the clan he loved so dearly.

It was only through the support and encouragement of his mate, Cloudsong, that Reedcleft was able to survive those early terrible days. He tried to keep his grief to himself, to keep it hidden from the rest of the clan, but Cloudsong assured him — gently, as she did everything — that he did not need to hide his feelings, that he should share his grief and his pain, and even his doubts, with those who would follow him. The clan was not merely a group of dragons: they were his family, and they were grieving with him; showing that he cared would only make them love him.

And indeed it did. The clan mourned their lost leaders together, as a family, and their shared grief brought them all closer than Reedcleft could have imagined. He might have become their leader in name, the one they would turn to for decision-making and judgement calls, but theirs was a united family, and any dragon who made a home with the Skycrest Clan had the same voice as anyone else.

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iv. .. p e a c e

From the ashes of tragedy, the clan grew stronger. Nurtured by its shared emotion, trust and love grew strong in the dragons who had already made a home for themselves there, and newcomers to the clan immediately felt the sense of belonging extended to themselves as well. Skycrest grew in size and reputation, and for the remainder of his time as leader Reedcleft was able to relax and grow into the dragon his clan needed, and the dragon his parents would have been proud of.

He never stopped thinking of them. He wondered frequently what had happened to them, if they were somehow still alive, if they had found a place for themselves at the Windsinger’s side, if they had met an untimely end at the hand of some wandering Beastclans gang. He would never know, and the wondering would do no-one any good, but in this Cloudsong did not chide him; she let him take these moments for himself, and when he needed comfort, she was there to offer it.

In the end, though he still grieved them daily, he made a peace with their loss, drawing comfort and love from the beautiful family they had left behind. The clan had begun to prosper under their guidance, true, but it was their loss that had brought them together and strengthened the bonds of family and friendship that had made the clan what it was.

They would be proud of him. More importantly, they would be proud of them, all the dragons that had chosen to make their clan a home, all the dragons who had worked to build a monument to their leadership, who had laboured and loved to make the Skycrest clan a shining beacon of family and shared heart. Their names were on the tongues of all dragons, new and old, and their legacy lived on in the beauty that succeeded them.

Reedcleft would miss his parents to his final day, but he understood too that without their loss the clan could not have become what it did. He — they — had built on their biers a home and a family whose bonds of love were unmatched by any others in the Plateau; for Reedcleft especially, it was the greatest peace he had ever known.

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