Creative Corner

[columns][img]http://i.imgur.com/t5s91jz.png[/img] [nextcol][color=#969696]after a deadly plague wipes out the population of a small village, it seems nothing remains. nothing, but a lone dragon, opening her eyes to a bleak, empty home. at first it seems all is lost, but the spark of survival ignites itself within her- and she begins the journey. she had no choice. [ hi hi, after being inspired by so many captivating pinkerlockes here, I’ve decided to start my own. feel free to follow along or be added to the pinglist- I often get far too emotionally attached to my dragons so I’m expecting this to [s]break my heart[/s] be an interesting experience for sure! ] [/columns] [right][color=#969696][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2118304][size=1]art by drytil[/size][/url] [center]please feel free to post & follow along! I’ll put a pinglist here for anyone that’s interested in my little band of survivors c: [b]PINGLIST[/b] @gn0me @Igneriss @Chelsey [b]ARCHIVE[/b] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/1#post_44803773]INTRODUCTION[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592#post_44809766]DAY ONE[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592#post_44820444]DAY TWO[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/2#post_44836550]DAY THREE[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/2#post_44842567]DAY FOUR[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/2#post_44853895]DAY FIVE[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/3#post_44861937]DAY SIX[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/3#post_44876894]DAY SEVEN[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/3#post_44886019]DAY EIGHT[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/4#post_44897798]DAY NINE[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/4#post_44919282]DAY TEN[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/4#post_44934547]DAY ELEVEN[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/4#post_44948897]DAY TWELVE[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/5#post_44956376]DAY THIRTEEN[/url] [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2914592/5#post_44967220]DAY FOURTEEN[/url] [/center]

[center][font=Palatino linotype] [size=2] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63909507][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/639096/63909507_350.png[/img][/url] [b]EMERE[/b] a hard, aloof guardian that stumbled upon the ruins of narri’s clan. bound by his begrudging morals to aid her, emere joins her on her journey- though he’s very vocal with the fact he isn’t happy about it. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63971202][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/639713/63971202_350.png[/img][/url] [b]RITUS[/b] a shy, sensitive spiral with a knack for puzzles, ritus was rescued by emere after becoming stuck in a bog after chasing fireflies. narri insisted on befriending him, as ritus was terrified to be left alone, and two became three- much to emere’s chagrin. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63995454][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/639955/63995454_350.png[/img][/url] [b]ROSETTA[/b] a sensible, intelligent pearlcatcher with a bright and efficient way of thinking. rosetta joined emere and ritus after bumping into them at the forest’s edge, finding the idea of an adventure both thrilling and a welcome challenge. [b]T H E P A S S E D[/b] [color=transparent].[/color] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/556335/55633437p.png[/img] [b]narri - day one - killed by a cockatrice[/b] [i] a bold and headstrong skydancer, the sole survivor of a disease that wiped out her entire clan. narri survived the sickness, waking to find her last remaining clanmates dead. with her fighting spirit as strong as ever, narri wanted nothing more than to find a cure, and ensure no other clans suffer the way hers did.[/i] [color=transparent].[/color] [b]NEW DRAGON RULES[/b] • 6g / 6kt budget • any dragon that sparks my interest within this price is acceptable[/center][/font]

[center][font=palatino Linotype][b]FAMILIARS[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/373.png[/img] [b]caan[/b] • emere’s storm seeker • aloof and rarely seen • pecks at ritus for his own amusement (this terrifies poor ritus) • vain and easily distracted by his own reflection [img] https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/23892.png[/img] [b]beak[/b] • ritus’ ruffletail tadhop • a bit dim • tries his best • croaks loudly at inappropriate times [img] https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/30385.png[/img] [b]ares[/b] • rosetta’s scorchpaw prowler • quiet and observant • hates water • inherently suspicious

[center][font=palatino linotype][b]INTRODUCTION - DAY 0[/b] [i]Ouch.[/i] For a moment, Narri wondered if she was dying. A sharp poke at her chest had startled her back into consciousness, away from the dreamless end she’d been teetering on the edge of. Her eyes firmly shut, the skydancer felt the heavy weariness in her bones, the tightness of her dry throat, and wondered if she’d sink back into the nothingness. Again, a jab at her chest. This time, Narri’s eyes snapped open- to see a brooding guardian looming over her. She regarded him for a moment, unsure if this was just another hallucination- of which she’d had plenty in the time of the sickness. She watched him raise a scythe-like claw, and poke at her again, his expression unreadable. Sure enough, the cold stab of his claw was enough to truly haul her back into reality. Weakly, Narri tried to push herself backwards, but her body ached- she may well have been trying to drag herself through cement, for all she could move. “Go...away...” she wheezed eventually, her pitiful voice not at all as intimidating as she’d intended. The guardian gave a derisive snort, as if he [i]almost[/i] felt sorry for her, but sat back on his haunches nonetheless. “So you [i]are[/i] alive,” he said, tilting his head to glance at the sky, where a large storm seeker was circling above her. [i]Like a vulture...[/i] Narri thought absently. “Just about,” she winced, trying to puff herself out- anything to appear not quite as pathetic as she felt. “Who are you?” “My name is Emere,” the guardian’s voice was gruff, and didn’t exactly fill her with confidence. “Caan could sense the death here. I came to see what had happened.” [i]Not much bedside manner.[/i] Narri felt a wave of white-hot panic. “Sense the death?” She repeated thickly, peering around her in the gloom. “Who?” Emere shrugged, gesturing with his tail to the murky dens behind him, the silence almost deafening. “Your clan. No survivors-“ he paused to study her horrified expression. “Well, except [i]you,[/i] of course.” In the split second that followed, Narri’s memories rejoined her- the plague, so much sickness, dragons lying weak and abandoned in their dens. The numbers had grown so few that the meagre food stores they’d saved for the winter simply froze over- and none had the strength to melt them. Suddenly lightheaded, the skydancer staggered to her feet, painfully aware of how her fragile body threatened to cave underneath her. “I need to get out of here,” she gasped, nausea crashing like waves in her gut. “I need to go-“ Emere rolled his eyes, following her out onto the winding path she’d fallen to. “I don’t think you’ll get very far,” he said dryly, pointing to another dragon Narri hadn’t seen before. A small spiral, gazing up at the night sky with blue eyes as wide as saucers. “I rescued that...” he trailed off, seeming to swallow down an insult. “That [i]dragon[/i] from a bog not too far away. Says he was chasing fireflies and got stuck- I think he’s one egg short of a full nest, personally, but if I leave you with him you’ll both be dead by morning.” At that moment, the strange spiral seemed to notice Narri, and gave her a friendly smile. She noticed the tadhop on his back, preening itself contentedly. She turned back to Emere, who was regarding the other dragon with a disdainful look. “So what exactly do we do now?” Narri mumbled, feeling the words stick in her throat. The guardian shifted, lifting his head proudly. “I will take you both to the forest’s edge- and then, you’re on your own.” —————— [quote]and that’s everything! we start the pinkerlocke tomorrow at rollover - I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as much as I’m enjoying writing it! please feel free to comment and post now, and I’ll set up a pinglist for anyone that’s interested <3[/quote]

[center][font=palatino linotype][b]DAY ONE[/b] [item=bar-headed goose] [b]meat:[/b] 40-50 coliseum matches [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/556335/55633437p.png[/img][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/639096/63909507p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/639713/63971202p.png[/img] It seemed they had been walking for hours, in a tense, uncomfortable silence. Ritus occasionally hummed an overly cheerful tune as they walked, which was echoed by Beak the tadhop- but after a scathing glare from Emere, the two trailed off. Ahead on the path, something moved. The guardian froze, his eyes trying to pierce the murky dark of the night, listening to the telltale rustle of something approaching. Ritus trembled behind Narri, and the skydancer could hear her own heartbeat pumping erratically in her chest. Suddenly, it was as if the forest around them exploded into life- a horde of Cockatrice swarmed the trio from every angle, their sharp claws raking against scale, feathers and talons flying as the dragons desperately tried to fight back. “It’s no good,” Emere roared over the cacophony, “it’s too dark, I can’t [i]see![/i]” From somewhere behind him, Ritus gave a cry of surprise as a heavy, feathered beak clamped around his tail. “What do we do?” The spiral wailed, shaking it off desperately as white-hot pain surged beneath his skin. The guardian grunted with effort, flinging one of the beasts back into the brush, where it landed with a dull thud. “Get up that tree,” he gasped, his sides heaving with exertion. “You too, Narri.” Ritus didn’t need telling twice, fleeing for the closest oak and dragging himself up into the canopy, where only his big blue eyes peered through the foliage. “[i]Narri![/i]” Emere hissed, when he no longer felt the skydancer beside him. “Up a tree, [i]now![/i]” The guardian felt like he’d been fighting for days, his body aching as he dispatched the last few cockatrice that hadn’t abandoned the scrap, and when the first of the morning sun’s rays began to filter into the forest, Emere felt a wave of relief. He’d done it, he’d protected his charges. “Emere?” Came a quiet voice from Ritus, unwinding himself from a large branch and dropping ungracefully to the ground. “What?” He snapped, immediately angry at the spiral’s cowardice- despite knowing he’d have died if he’d attempted to join in the fight. Emere was preparing to launch into a tirade on the importance of courage, when he saw what Ritus was leaning over, and trailed off before he’d even started. Narri lay limp and lifeless on the forest floor, her long tail tucked over her head. She almost looked as if she could be sleeping- but Emere knew better. He knew death well, and knew there was no running from it. Swallowing down a peculiar emotion in his throat, he forced his voice to remain steady. “She’s dead, Ritus.” He said gruffly, watching as his familiar, Caan, perched gently on Narri’s shoulder. “We’ll bury her, but then we need to get out of this place.” Ritus’ huge eyes filled with tears, but for once he said nothing, merely wandering off the path to a grassy hill to begin digging. Beak crowed mournfully. When they’d finished, the pair surveyed the grave, somewhat comforted by the arrangement of daisies Beak had placed on the freshly turned earth. Ritus hadn’t said a word, but Emere could feel his grief. “Narri wanted to find a cure for the plague that killed her clan,” Emere cleared his throat, “I suggest we do that for her. It’s what she would have wanted.” The spiral nodded, his familiar clambering up onto his neck. And so three became two once more, and as the duo set off, with one last look at Narri’s resting place, a burning determination settled over them. They would do this, they’d find a cure- for her. ———— [quote][b]deaths:[/b] narri oof this got sad real quick!! super sad as I’d bonded with Narri already, but rules are rules, and she’ll be remembered <3[/quote]

off to a crunchy start, pinglist please if you have one?

@gn0me

sure thing, I’ll add you now! c:

[center][font=palatino linotype][b]DAY TWO[/b] [item=Shimmering cloth] [b]material:[/b] do some writing for your nuzlocke! [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/639096/63909507p.png[/img] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/639713/63971202p.png[/img] “Does he ever look...well...[i]happy?[/i]” Emere jumped at the sound of the spiral’s voice, who was watching Caan the storm seeker reproachfully. Ritus hadn’t said a word since they’d buried Narri, and the pair had been travelling in an uneasy silence- not that Emere particularly minded. Caan ruffled his feathers, eyeing Ritus as if he were an especially juicy mouse, his beady eyes glittering in the morning light. “He’s a bird, Ritus,” Emere said warily, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “He talks in his own way.” Ritus shuddered, glancing up at Beak, who had poorly hidden himself amongst his horns. “Does he bite, then?” “Sometimes,” the guardian said absently, rather enjoying how Ritus seemed to quail at the thought. Caan gave a menacing click, perched proudly on a nearby branch. “So, this cure,” the spiral carried on hurriedly, “do you know where it is?” “Not a clue.” Emere’s voice was gruff- he didn’t like not knowing things, but now wasn’t the time for lies or grandeur, he was certain it wouldn’t get them any closer, and he didn’t want to be stuck with Ritus forever. “But our best bet is to get out of this forest first, then I’ll have a better idea of where we are.” Ritus nodded amicably, somewhat reassured that someone else was taking charge. Beak had clambered down now, emboldened by the fact Caan was out of sight, and was picking at a brown beetle on the ground. “We’d need to figure out exactly [i]what[/i] the plague was, too,” Emere carried on, “or we’ve no hope of curing it- it’ll be like trying to catch mist.” “And how do we do that?” The guardian sighed heavily- all these questions. “We hope we come across some clues, or a settlement, perhaps. We may find a healer who’ll know.” The spiral’s eyes brightened at the prospect of new company. “Poor Narri,” he said softly, “she wanted to help so badly. Now she won’t even get to be there when we do it.” Emere felt as if his stomach had turned to lead, but he forced an irritated expression and said nothing. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.” “Of course it was,” Emere snapped, suddenly furious- both at himself and Ritus, for dredging up these emotions he’d much rather ignore. “I failed her- she survived a plague, only to die when I was supposed to be [i]protecting[/i] her.” The spiral’s eyes grew wide and watery, but he persisted nonetheless. “You can’t save everyone,” he said sagely, “you did your best.” “And it wasn’t good enough,” Emere said coldly, turning away and staring astutely down the trail. “Now be quiet and keep walking, we’ve a long way to go.” [quote][b]deaths:[/b] none [b]pinglist:[/b] @gn0me[/quote]

@Starphire @8Spitfire8
Hey MorningSkye has gone on hiatus but something promsiing just popped up when I went looking :)

@aiiren I better explain so it doesn't seem like we've a conversation going on behind your back

I invited my friends here to a Pinkerlocke I had been following and appreciating, but with covid and other RL priorities it got put on hold so I went browsing through the Creative Corner until I found this, and this time we can all join in from the beginning :D