@Zikitty
They're all pretty blank canvas dudes aside from those little ideas and that Halla is a fisherman!
They're all pretty blank canvas dudes aside from those little ideas and that Halla is a fisherman!
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@Zikitty
They're all pretty blank canvas dudes aside from those little ideas and that Halla is a fisherman!
They're all pretty blank canvas dudes aside from those little ideas and that Halla is a fisherman!
I got nothing for these, you can give one a try if you want
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/51514300][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/515144/51514300_350.png[/img][/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/16897932][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/168980/16897932_350.png[/img][/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56603707][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/566038/56603707_350.png[/img][/url]
Or if you want to write for a dragon who have some lore I have this guy
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56298496][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/562985/56298496_350.png[/img][/url]
I got nothing for these, you can give one a try if you want
Or if you want to write for a dragon who have some lore I have this guy
Or if you want to write for a dragon who have some lore I have this guy
@Snoots I did some for all three, mostly because of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5jnvSIgK30]this[/url] animation meme. You can view coded versions through [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60433671]here[/url].
[quote=Halla]
Had Halla ever known a home? The question rang in his ears, reverberating more powerful each time. Had he ever had a real purpose? An actual life? Or was he only a wanderer? Never to know what the real world was like, never to feel the tranquility of the skies, never to live a real life-
Halla shook his head, grumbled something incoherent, and promptly fell of his bed onto the hard, unforgiving floor. He lay there, not wanting to do anything productive before finally getting up. He grabbed a net from a nearby hook and walked out his door. The bright sun shone on his face as he walked to the nearby cliffside. Settling down, he cast his line and watched it fall, cutting swiftly through the air until it dropped into the water.
-----
It was hot, to put it mildly. Halla sighed and reeled his line back in. Today had not been the most successful day. The nightmare had returned, the area was burning hot, and hardly any fish were stirring. He packed up his meager catch and plodded down the road to the marketplace. No good in letting the fish rot in the heat, even if they wouldn't sustain a hungry dragon for long.
The afternoon passed by, and Halla had made quite a bit of money with his catch. It wasn't much, but it would do. He put his treasure into a chest at the back of his hut and picked up his pendant. He slid it over his neck, contemplating about the day he'd found it. If only that happiness could return to him again, his life would make more sense. But it hadn't returned, not for a long, long time.
-----
The day it happened had been the most exhilarating yet most frightening day of Halla's life. The roars of defiance, the cries of pain, the screams of death and the calls of victory. Nothing had made sense, yet everything had clicked. For that one moment, he'd been dragon no more. For that one moment, he'd known what it felt like. For that one moment, he'd been free.
But truthfully, Halla realized, he didn't need his past anymore. He didn't need to be bothered by it anymore. If only he could push aside the heavy weight of guilt... maybe he would finally find his purpose. A single step would take him that much closer to his destination. One step to begin his journey. All he needed was the motivation to put one foot in front of the other, and then time would flow once more.
[/quote]
[quote=Sverre]
The first thing Sverre ever wrote was a poem about a bird. It told of the bird's life from the earliest days of its life, in the safety of its nest, to the terrifying day when it awoke to find its parents gone. On its first flight, it got blown of course by the wind and winded up somewhere it never should have gone, away from everything safe. Yet it was taken care of, and it survived. Sverre was that bird.
Sverre had been hatched into a world of perpetual darkness. However, the darkness he'd known and loved was not dangerous. It was a friendly, welcoming sort of darkness, one that would protect him from the true dangers he faced as a hatchling. He'd always loved how in the darkness, you could see things that didn't actually exist. Those visions often came to him in surprising ways, be it in the reflection of a puddle or a pattern in the stars. While he didn't know it at the time, these strange visions called to him and formed within him a desire to learn more, and to know. Those shadows were his home, and he wanted to perceive them for what they truly were. He never got that chance.
One morning, as the sun was just rising from behind the horizon, Sverre woke alone. His family was nowhere to be found. Looking around his nest, he realized that everything had been as it was last night, but no one was there. He called out tentatively, unsure if it was just a trick. It wasn't. A couple of minutes full of the cries of hungry predators proved that. Wildclaw though he was, Sverre was too young to defend himself and knew he needed shelter. There was one more longing look at his home. Then he left.
-----
Bright, harsh light seeped into Sverre's eyes, burning bright like a million suns. He'd been here for a month and he still [i]did not like it[/i]. After spending half his life in the refreshing darkness of the Tangled Wood, the sunlight was too painful to think about. Sverre couldn't deny that he'd been lucky, however. Many dragons would've left him to rot, but one clan hadn't turned their backs like the rest had. They'd let him stay, and made sure he was safe.
It had been such a long time since the last time he'd awoken in shadow, and he missed it dearly. Sverre sighed, not knowing what to do. He couldn't just [i]leave[/i], not without saying goodbye... at least, not permanently. He quickly scribbled a note, pinned it to his door, gathered up some essentials and raced outside. He ran down the worn paths, not once stopping to speak. He needed to get there before the next nightfall... or else he might miss it...
Sverre collapsed, unable to go any further. His wings hang like rotten logs beside him, weary due to his long, rushed flight. The only good news was that he had arrived on time to see it. The meteor shower he had been promised to be shown, right before his parents disappeared. Now, on his own, was his chance. He raised his head just as the first streak of white light raced through the sky, and he was hit by an unexpected pang of homesickness.
It was there, then, that Sverre realized he no longer belonged in a world of shadows and mystery. While he may have been hatched there, and while he may have needed a visit to his first home, he didn't belong there anymore. His home lay far to the east, in a world of golden silks and knowledge; a world of sunlight.
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[quote=Credence]
"No thank you," Credence replied, wrinkling his snout. There was absolutely [i]no way[/i] that he would get his claws dirty cleaning an oven, of all things. The ridgeback looked at him, surprise clearly etched across his face. He shook his head and grabbed a towel before sticking his arm into the oven and wrestling it around. Credence sighed. These dragons... sometimes they just lost their common sense.
After all, if they could invent enough ovens for the entire clan, why couldn't they invent something to clean the ovens for them instead? While the others might have seen him as odd, Credence had always been more... [i]refined[/i] than them, and he knew better than to wipe some grease off a useless pile of scrap in order to get himself dirty. He looked helplessly around him. While he was definitely not as avid of a mechanic as his fellow clanmates, he did want to help. But how? By now they probably thought he was a dainty wildclaw with no taste for work. If only there was a way to speak up.
Sighing as he tucked the map away, Credence lifted the heavy satchel over his head to rest across his shoulders. It would be a long flight to the Sunbeam Ruins, but if that was where he could live the best life he could, then so be it. By now, he was willing to do escape the hostile glares thrown at him, as well as the whispers that followed him everywhere. Clanmates turned their backs on him, spreading rumors about trivial, unimportant things. It was both frustrating and painful, knowing that the dragons he'd grown up with no longer cared for him only because he thought of things differently. But if they weren't willing to change, even if he told them he was going to leave... Credence sighed again. Then so be it.
-----
It'd been a long time since he'd left his home. Credence sometimes thought about what would've happened had to him if he had stayed, but he didn't want to think about those possibilities. He knew that leaving was the right choice, and in leaving he had freed up a life to pursue his quest of knowledge. The vast libraries of his current residence were all that he had hoped for. Expect for one thing.
There had always been a few select dragons - even in the Shifting Expanse - who had appreciated him for what he was, not who they wanted him to be. Credence wanted to meet them again, to become reacquainted and catch up on each other's lives. However, the [i]others[/i] would know. Credence blinked, trying to hold back his tears. He put down his quill and walked to his window, where the sun was beginning to set.
Leaving had been the right choice. But did that mean that staying would've been wrong? It was all too confusing, and Credence couldn't handle it. He shut his eyes and walked over to the door, stepping outside into the cool dusk breeze. Maybe it wouldn't have been wrong, but it certainly would have hurt him more than leaving ever could. He'd made the right choice in leaving. That was all. Credence looked at the sky. As messy as his life was... he was glad that he could finally come to a conclusion on the thing that had been bothering him for months now. He knew that the doubt would return someday, but he would fight with it until he knew he was right. And if he had to fight until he died... then so be it.
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I tried XD
@Snoots I did some for all three, mostly because of this animation meme. You can view coded versions through here.
I tried XD
Halla wrote:
Had Halla ever known a home? The question rang in his ears, reverberating more powerful each time. Had he ever had a real purpose? An actual life? Or was he only a wanderer? Never to know what the real world was like, never to feel the tranquility of the skies, never to live a real life-
Halla shook his head, grumbled something incoherent, and promptly fell of his bed onto the hard, unforgiving floor. He lay there, not wanting to do anything productive before finally getting up. He grabbed a net from a nearby hook and walked out his door. The bright sun shone on his face as he walked to the nearby cliffside. Settling down, he cast his line and watched it fall, cutting swiftly through the air until it dropped into the water.
It was hot, to put it mildly. Halla sighed and reeled his line back in. Today had not been the most successful day. The nightmare had returned, the area was burning hot, and hardly any fish were stirring. He packed up his meager catch and plodded down the road to the marketplace. No good in letting the fish rot in the heat, even if they wouldn't sustain a hungry dragon for long.
The afternoon passed by, and Halla had made quite a bit of money with his catch. It wasn't much, but it would do. He put his treasure into a chest at the back of his hut and picked up his pendant. He slid it over his neck, contemplating about the day he'd found it. If only that happiness could return to him again, his life would make more sense. But it hadn't returned, not for a long, long time.
The day it happened had been the most exhilarating yet most frightening day of Halla's life. The roars of defiance, the cries of pain, the screams of death and the calls of victory. Nothing had made sense, yet everything had clicked. For that one moment, he'd been dragon no more. For that one moment, he'd known what it felt like. For that one moment, he'd been free.
But truthfully, Halla realized, he didn't need his past anymore. He didn't need to be bothered by it anymore. If only he could push aside the heavy weight of guilt... maybe he would finally find his purpose. A single step would take him that much closer to his destination. One step to begin his journey. All he needed was the motivation to put one foot in front of the other, and then time would flow once more.
Halla shook his head, grumbled something incoherent, and promptly fell of his bed onto the hard, unforgiving floor. He lay there, not wanting to do anything productive before finally getting up. He grabbed a net from a nearby hook and walked out his door. The bright sun shone on his face as he walked to the nearby cliffside. Settling down, he cast his line and watched it fall, cutting swiftly through the air until it dropped into the water.
It was hot, to put it mildly. Halla sighed and reeled his line back in. Today had not been the most successful day. The nightmare had returned, the area was burning hot, and hardly any fish were stirring. He packed up his meager catch and plodded down the road to the marketplace. No good in letting the fish rot in the heat, even if they wouldn't sustain a hungry dragon for long.
The afternoon passed by, and Halla had made quite a bit of money with his catch. It wasn't much, but it would do. He put his treasure into a chest at the back of his hut and picked up his pendant. He slid it over his neck, contemplating about the day he'd found it. If only that happiness could return to him again, his life would make more sense. But it hadn't returned, not for a long, long time.
The day it happened had been the most exhilarating yet most frightening day of Halla's life. The roars of defiance, the cries of pain, the screams of death and the calls of victory. Nothing had made sense, yet everything had clicked. For that one moment, he'd been dragon no more. For that one moment, he'd known what it felt like. For that one moment, he'd been free.
But truthfully, Halla realized, he didn't need his past anymore. He didn't need to be bothered by it anymore. If only he could push aside the heavy weight of guilt... maybe he would finally find his purpose. A single step would take him that much closer to his destination. One step to begin his journey. All he needed was the motivation to put one foot in front of the other, and then time would flow once more.
Sverre wrote:
The first thing Sverre ever wrote was a poem about a bird. It told of the bird's life from the earliest days of its life, in the safety of its nest, to the terrifying day when it awoke to find its parents gone. On its first flight, it got blown of course by the wind and winded up somewhere it never should have gone, away from everything safe. Yet it was taken care of, and it survived. Sverre was that bird.
Sverre had been hatched into a world of perpetual darkness. However, the darkness he'd known and loved was not dangerous. It was a friendly, welcoming sort of darkness, one that would protect him from the true dangers he faced as a hatchling. He'd always loved how in the darkness, you could see things that didn't actually exist. Those visions often came to him in surprising ways, be it in the reflection of a puddle or a pattern in the stars. While he didn't know it at the time, these strange visions called to him and formed within him a desire to learn more, and to know. Those shadows were his home, and he wanted to perceive them for what they truly were. He never got that chance.
One morning, as the sun was just rising from behind the horizon, Sverre woke alone. His family was nowhere to be found. Looking around his nest, he realized that everything had been as it was last night, but no one was there. He called out tentatively, unsure if it was just a trick. It wasn't. A couple of minutes full of the cries of hungry predators proved that. Wildclaw though he was, Sverre was too young to defend himself and knew he needed shelter. There was one more longing look at his home. Then he left.
Bright, harsh light seeped into Sverre's eyes, burning bright like a million suns. He'd been here for a month and he still did not like it. After spending half his life in the refreshing darkness of the Tangled Wood, the sunlight was too painful to think about. Sverre couldn't deny that he'd been lucky, however. Many dragons would've left him to rot, but one clan hadn't turned their backs like the rest had. They'd let him stay, and made sure he was safe.
It had been such a long time since the last time he'd awoken in shadow, and he missed it dearly. Sverre sighed, not knowing what to do. He couldn't just leave, not without saying goodbye... at least, not permanently. He quickly scribbled a note, pinned it to his door, gathered up some essentials and raced outside. He ran down the worn paths, not once stopping to speak. He needed to get there before the next nightfall... or else he might miss it...
Sverre collapsed, unable to go any further. His wings hang like rotten logs beside him, weary due to his long, rushed flight. The only good news was that he had arrived on time to see it. The meteor shower he had been promised to be shown, right before his parents disappeared. Now, on his own, was his chance. He raised his head just as the first streak of white light raced through the sky, and he was hit by an unexpected pang of homesickness.
It was there, then, that Sverre realized he no longer belonged in a world of shadows and mystery. While he may have been hatched there, and while he may have needed a visit to his first home, he didn't belong there anymore. His home lay far to the east, in a world of golden silks and knowledge; a world of sunlight.
Sverre had been hatched into a world of perpetual darkness. However, the darkness he'd known and loved was not dangerous. It was a friendly, welcoming sort of darkness, one that would protect him from the true dangers he faced as a hatchling. He'd always loved how in the darkness, you could see things that didn't actually exist. Those visions often came to him in surprising ways, be it in the reflection of a puddle or a pattern in the stars. While he didn't know it at the time, these strange visions called to him and formed within him a desire to learn more, and to know. Those shadows were his home, and he wanted to perceive them for what they truly were. He never got that chance.
One morning, as the sun was just rising from behind the horizon, Sverre woke alone. His family was nowhere to be found. Looking around his nest, he realized that everything had been as it was last night, but no one was there. He called out tentatively, unsure if it was just a trick. It wasn't. A couple of minutes full of the cries of hungry predators proved that. Wildclaw though he was, Sverre was too young to defend himself and knew he needed shelter. There was one more longing look at his home. Then he left.
Bright, harsh light seeped into Sverre's eyes, burning bright like a million suns. He'd been here for a month and he still did not like it. After spending half his life in the refreshing darkness of the Tangled Wood, the sunlight was too painful to think about. Sverre couldn't deny that he'd been lucky, however. Many dragons would've left him to rot, but one clan hadn't turned their backs like the rest had. They'd let him stay, and made sure he was safe.
It had been such a long time since the last time he'd awoken in shadow, and he missed it dearly. Sverre sighed, not knowing what to do. He couldn't just leave, not without saying goodbye... at least, not permanently. He quickly scribbled a note, pinned it to his door, gathered up some essentials and raced outside. He ran down the worn paths, not once stopping to speak. He needed to get there before the next nightfall... or else he might miss it...
Sverre collapsed, unable to go any further. His wings hang like rotten logs beside him, weary due to his long, rushed flight. The only good news was that he had arrived on time to see it. The meteor shower he had been promised to be shown, right before his parents disappeared. Now, on his own, was his chance. He raised his head just as the first streak of white light raced through the sky, and he was hit by an unexpected pang of homesickness.
It was there, then, that Sverre realized he no longer belonged in a world of shadows and mystery. While he may have been hatched there, and while he may have needed a visit to his first home, he didn't belong there anymore. His home lay far to the east, in a world of golden silks and knowledge; a world of sunlight.
Credence wrote:
"No thank you," Credence replied, wrinkling his snout. There was absolutely no way that he would get his claws dirty cleaning an oven, of all things. The ridgeback looked at him, surprise clearly etched across his face. He shook his head and grabbed a towel before sticking his arm into the oven and wrestling it around. Credence sighed. These dragons... sometimes they just lost their common sense.
After all, if they could invent enough ovens for the entire clan, why couldn't they invent something to clean the ovens for them instead? While the others might have seen him as odd, Credence had always been more... refined than them, and he knew better than to wipe some grease off a useless pile of scrap in order to get himself dirty. He looked helplessly around him. While he was definitely not as avid of a mechanic as his fellow clanmates, he did want to help. But how? By now they probably thought he was a dainty wildclaw with no taste for work. If only there was a way to speak up.
Sighing as he tucked the map away, Credence lifted the heavy satchel over his head to rest across his shoulders. It would be a long flight to the Sunbeam Ruins, but if that was where he could live the best life he could, then so be it. By now, he was willing to do escape the hostile glares thrown at him, as well as the whispers that followed him everywhere. Clanmates turned their backs on him, spreading rumors about trivial, unimportant things. It was both frustrating and painful, knowing that the dragons he'd grown up with no longer cared for him only because he thought of things differently. But if they weren't willing to change, even if he told them he was going to leave... Credence sighed again. Then so be it.
It'd been a long time since he'd left his home. Credence sometimes thought about what would've happened had to him if he had stayed, but he didn't want to think about those possibilities. He knew that leaving was the right choice, and in leaving he had freed up a life to pursue his quest of knowledge. The vast libraries of his current residence were all that he had hoped for. Expect for one thing.
There had always been a few select dragons - even in the Shifting Expanse - who had appreciated him for what he was, not who they wanted him to be. Credence wanted to meet them again, to become reacquainted and catch up on each other's lives. However, the others would know. Credence blinked, trying to hold back his tears. He put down his quill and walked to his window, where the sun was beginning to set.
Leaving had been the right choice. But did that mean that staying would've been wrong? It was all too confusing, and Credence couldn't handle it. He shut his eyes and walked over to the door, stepping outside into the cool dusk breeze. Maybe it wouldn't have been wrong, but it certainly would have hurt him more than leaving ever could. He'd made the right choice in leaving. That was all. Credence looked at the sky. As messy as his life was... he was glad that he could finally come to a conclusion on the thing that had been bothering him for months now. He knew that the doubt would return someday, but he would fight with it until he knew he was right. And if he had to fight until he died... then so be it.
After all, if they could invent enough ovens for the entire clan, why couldn't they invent something to clean the ovens for them instead? While the others might have seen him as odd, Credence had always been more... refined than them, and he knew better than to wipe some grease off a useless pile of scrap in order to get himself dirty. He looked helplessly around him. While he was definitely not as avid of a mechanic as his fellow clanmates, he did want to help. But how? By now they probably thought he was a dainty wildclaw with no taste for work. If only there was a way to speak up.
Sighing as he tucked the map away, Credence lifted the heavy satchel over his head to rest across his shoulders. It would be a long flight to the Sunbeam Ruins, but if that was where he could live the best life he could, then so be it. By now, he was willing to do escape the hostile glares thrown at him, as well as the whispers that followed him everywhere. Clanmates turned their backs on him, spreading rumors about trivial, unimportant things. It was both frustrating and painful, knowing that the dragons he'd grown up with no longer cared for him only because he thought of things differently. But if they weren't willing to change, even if he told them he was going to leave... Credence sighed again. Then so be it.
It'd been a long time since he'd left his home. Credence sometimes thought about what would've happened had to him if he had stayed, but he didn't want to think about those possibilities. He knew that leaving was the right choice, and in leaving he had freed up a life to pursue his quest of knowledge. The vast libraries of his current residence were all that he had hoped for. Expect for one thing.
There had always been a few select dragons - even in the Shifting Expanse - who had appreciated him for what he was, not who they wanted him to be. Credence wanted to meet them again, to become reacquainted and catch up on each other's lives. However, the others would know. Credence blinked, trying to hold back his tears. He put down his quill and walked to his window, where the sun was beginning to set.
Leaving had been the right choice. But did that mean that staying would've been wrong? It was all too confusing, and Credence couldn't handle it. He shut his eyes and walked over to the door, stepping outside into the cool dusk breeze. Maybe it wouldn't have been wrong, but it certainly would have hurt him more than leaving ever could. He'd made the right choice in leaving. That was all. Credence looked at the sky. As messy as his life was... he was glad that he could finally come to a conclusion on the thing that had been bothering him for months now. He knew that the doubt would return someday, but he would fight with it until he knew he was right. And if he had to fight until he died... then so be it.
I tried XD
@zikitty
These 2? They are male rogue Wildclaws that are best friends and constantly nab at our lair’s territory and cross it just to tease.
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64022007][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/640221/64022007_350.png[/img][/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64323313][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/643234/64323313_350.png[/img][/url]
@zikitty
These 2? They are male rogue Wildclaws that are best friends and constantly nab at our lair’s territory and cross it just to tease.
These 2? They are male rogue Wildclaws that are best friends and constantly nab at our lair’s territory and cross it just to tease.
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@Zikitty
Oh these turned out lovely! They're all really on track for what I was thinking in terms of their lore, thank you so much!
Oh these turned out lovely! They're all really on track for what I was thinking in terms of their lore, thank you so much!
@Zikitty
Oh these turned out lovely! They're all really on track for what I was thinking in terms of their lore, thank you so much!
Oh these turned out lovely! They're all really on track for what I was thinking in terms of their lore, thank you so much!
@Snoots You're welcome! Sverre I spent a bunch of time pondering over XD
@Snoots You're welcome! Sverre I spent a bunch of time pondering over XD
@Snoots I just want to make sure, did you see the formatted versions, or are you just not using them? I want to make sure so that I don't have to redo the codes if I clear them.
@ChickenDinner Here's some lore for Zudal! I did a formatted version for symbolism [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61517456]in this dragon's bio[/url].
[quote=Zudal]
It'd been a long time since Zudal last had rest. Perhaps now would be a good time. He raised his head, glancing around him. He was nearing the edge of the great earthern border, and soon he could cross into the mysterious mists of the arcane realm. There he could share his wealth. Not a hoard of trinkets, nor a collection of gold. His wealth was his knowledge.
Strange whispers flowed through his ears as Zudal came to a landing in a soft, verdant patch of grass. The arcane dragons all turned their heads to examine the strange dragon who had so calmly and confidently landed in their territory. Zudal bowed, knowing that they could not resist his calling for long. For he had knows their secrets long before, and there was nothing they could hide from him, whether they wanted to or not. Nobody had a choice, not when he was around.
The whispers had died down a long time ago. Zudal was now a widely-known dragon. The clans of the arcane realm were always in constant debate of who or what he truly was, and whether he was hiding something. As Zudal sat in his siheyuan, he let a small grin appear across his face. The turmoil was spreading. Soon, all would be right once more. Now, it was time for him to speak one last time, then leave. For good.
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He was there, but he wasn't. It was as if his spirit had left, yet he was still there somehow. Since the dawn of the autumn, Zudal had never once left his siheyuan, much to the confusion of the dragons that had come to accept and even worship him. Some days, they saw steam rising from the rooftop, and others a candlelight flickering with the breeze. But never once did they see Zudal.
Until one day, when a [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/scrying/predict?breed=8&gender=0&age=0&bodygene=42&body=129&winggene=42&wings=13&tertgene=14&tert=3&element=9&eyetype=6]hatchling[/url] stumbled across him in the deep woods behind the clan center. Unbeknownst to all but himself, Zudal had been waiting for this moment for a long time. The hatchling had been blessed by the deities, and Zudal needed him to carry a message from him to the other dragons. Never one to directly give away his intentions, he gifted the hatchling with a parcel, telling it to never open it until he had successfully delivered it to the blue-souled dragon at the observatory.
Of course, the dragon didn't exist. The hatchling grew, but never delivered his package. As for Zudal, no one was sure where he resided. Some say he had retreated into his hut. Others thought he had mysteriously left in the night. Still some thought he had died. Zudal himself never appeared to most dragons anymore. Only a few dragons ever had the surprise of seeing him, and being gifted his curse.
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@Snoots I just want to make sure, did you see the formatted versions, or are you just not using them? I want to make sure so that I don't have to redo the codes if I clear them.
@ChickenDinner Here's some lore for Zudal! I did a formatted version for symbolism in this dragon's bio.
@ChickenDinner Here's some lore for Zudal! I did a formatted version for symbolism in this dragon's bio.
Zudal wrote:
It'd been a long time since Zudal last had rest. Perhaps now would be a good time. He raised his head, glancing around him. He was nearing the edge of the great earthern border, and soon he could cross into the mysterious mists of the arcane realm. There he could share his wealth. Not a hoard of trinkets, nor a collection of gold. His wealth was his knowledge.
Strange whispers flowed through his ears as Zudal came to a landing in a soft, verdant patch of grass. The arcane dragons all turned their heads to examine the strange dragon who had so calmly and confidently landed in their territory. Zudal bowed, knowing that they could not resist his calling for long. For he had knows their secrets long before, and there was nothing they could hide from him, whether they wanted to or not. Nobody had a choice, not when he was around.
The whispers had died down a long time ago. Zudal was now a widely-known dragon. The clans of the arcane realm were always in constant debate of who or what he truly was, and whether he was hiding something. As Zudal sat in his siheyuan, he let a small grin appear across his face. The turmoil was spreading. Soon, all would be right once more. Now, it was time for him to speak one last time, then leave. For good.
He was there, but he wasn't. It was as if his spirit had left, yet he was still there somehow. Since the dawn of the autumn, Zudal had never once left his siheyuan, much to the confusion of the dragons that had come to accept and even worship him. Some days, they saw steam rising from the rooftop, and others a candlelight flickering with the breeze. But never once did they see Zudal.
Until one day, when a hatchling stumbled across him in the deep woods behind the clan center. Unbeknownst to all but himself, Zudal had been waiting for this moment for a long time. The hatchling had been blessed by the deities, and Zudal needed him to carry a message from him to the other dragons. Never one to directly give away his intentions, he gifted the hatchling with a parcel, telling it to never open it until he had successfully delivered it to the blue-souled dragon at the observatory.
Of course, the dragon didn't exist. The hatchling grew, but never delivered his package. As for Zudal, no one was sure where he resided. Some say he had retreated into his hut. Others thought he had mysteriously left in the night. Still some thought he had died. Zudal himself never appeared to most dragons anymore. Only a few dragons ever had the surprise of seeing him, and being gifted his curse.
Strange whispers flowed through his ears as Zudal came to a landing in a soft, verdant patch of grass. The arcane dragons all turned their heads to examine the strange dragon who had so calmly and confidently landed in their territory. Zudal bowed, knowing that they could not resist his calling for long. For he had knows their secrets long before, and there was nothing they could hide from him, whether they wanted to or not. Nobody had a choice, not when he was around.
The whispers had died down a long time ago. Zudal was now a widely-known dragon. The clans of the arcane realm were always in constant debate of who or what he truly was, and whether he was hiding something. As Zudal sat in his siheyuan, he let a small grin appear across his face. The turmoil was spreading. Soon, all would be right once more. Now, it was time for him to speak one last time, then leave. For good.
He was there, but he wasn't. It was as if his spirit had left, yet he was still there somehow. Since the dawn of the autumn, Zudal had never once left his siheyuan, much to the confusion of the dragons that had come to accept and even worship him. Some days, they saw steam rising from the rooftop, and others a candlelight flickering with the breeze. But never once did they see Zudal.
Until one day, when a hatchling stumbled across him in the deep woods behind the clan center. Unbeknownst to all but himself, Zudal had been waiting for this moment for a long time. The hatchling had been blessed by the deities, and Zudal needed him to carry a message from him to the other dragons. Never one to directly give away his intentions, he gifted the hatchling with a parcel, telling it to never open it until he had successfully delivered it to the blue-souled dragon at the observatory.
Of course, the dragon didn't exist. The hatchling grew, but never delivered his package. As for Zudal, no one was sure where he resided. Some say he had retreated into his hut. Others thought he had mysteriously left in the night. Still some thought he had died. Zudal himself never appeared to most dragons anymore. Only a few dragons ever had the surprise of seeing him, and being gifted his curse.