Creative Corner

Woohoo done with badges! What did I miss? [quote]The chase is on, and the thrill is near.[/quote] The soil under his paws was wet and with each stride, his beautiful silk fur was splashed with mud and felt heavier and heavier on his legs. The crushed, mangled form that was once his right wing was dragging a trail on the dark, wet ground further slowing him down, not to mention how easy it made it for his pursuer to find him. Should he cut it off? He was a tundra though and his plant-based diet meant that he didn't have the sharp teeth of a carnivore, necessary to cut his own limb. He didn't carry any tools. No knives, no swords, he was just a traveling book merchant. He left his cargo back on the road, when he first felt that....[i]thing[/i] stalking him with the thought that he could somehow protect his merchandize from that barbaric violent presence. He was so certain he could shake it off. But as the thing chased him with a wicked sound that sounded like laughter, he realised he couldn't outrun it in the woods. Somehow he couldn't hide from it. Although he never caught a good glimse of its shape, he was certain it was a few meters larger than him, its claws able to crush his wing with ease. It was too late to try to get back into the road now. He had no idea where he was. Its laughter rung in his ears before he heard it leap, high-pitched and somewhat mechanical, fake. He tried to dodge it, but his weathered dirty fur dragged him down and the thing smashed his head in the mud as it landed on him. It looked like a nocturne. [url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1DeL5r25iiUen9DpF-her7wpQgpSheEsd-ITeHcwSWpk/edit#gid=513321684]A black and white nocturne[/url] with a manic look that froze the blood in his vains. It wasn't a trickster, like the other eager to play residents of the forest he's met while passing through. And it wasn't a berserker either, there was no ill will in its eyes, no anger, no hatred. That was something else. He couldn't put his claw to it, but he felt like he was just unlucky to have run into it, like being caught in a storm or being burried in ruble during an earthquake. It didn't quiet down his fear one bit, but it did get rid of his anger towards it. He did his best to fight, but the nocturne was heavier, larger and really didn't care about sparing his life. It bit down and tore his body apart. He didn't get a quick ending, but he made sure to at the very least make as much noise as possible, as to warn off any other travelers in the area about the danger, to protect them from this creature. The very last thing he heard, before he died of blood loss was a squeeky voice like a dog toy: "Let's play again sometime!"

[center]warning for religion vibes [quote=March 17 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]Heaven waits for no one, they know. For If they want to be recognised as a true exaltee, they must attain perfection first.[/quote] @Nightlilac @magiritsa @goldrush @naranciag @Auraelia @sunwolf @Fennecfox21 @sanzang @Hemmalaya @stolen

[center][s]i totally didn't almost forget about this today or anything no what are u talking bout bby[/s] [quote=March 18 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]Stars shine brighter in the dark, and they have always been a star.[/quote] @Nightlilac @magiritsa @goldrush @naranciag @Auraelia @sunwolf @Fennecfox21 @sanzang @Hemmalaya @stolen

Not to fulfill the "shadow is edgy" stereotype but: [b]tw: mutilation[/b]. Don't worry he gets better. [quote]Stars shine brighter in the dark, and they have always been a star.[/quote] The stars above him are mocking him with how bright and beautiful they are. The sky is so clear, he can see constalations, nebulas and galaxies that he didn't even know they were there, his vision is full of the bright colorful dance of the cosmos. Slowly moving, so far away. He has heard that the lights from Lanternlea Port were hiding the night sky with how strong they were, but he never could have imagined just how many stars there are or how beautiful they look once surrounded by darkness. It's a shame they met under these circumstances. He would love to have someone to share this experience with, another dragon, a familiar, someone. He wants to feel safe under someone's wing right now, but he can't stop the blood from slowly draining his body of warmth and he can't fix the mistakes that made the entire city his enemy, mistakes that for him were the lesser evil of the options. He has nowhere else to go. Even if he somehow survives this, there's no one waiting for him, no one to love him, no one to keep him warm. He momentarily takes his eyes off the night sky to look at his wound. His lower half is gone, legs, lower spine, tail, part of his wings, gone. That imperial didn't mess around and if he wanted to, he could have devoured his tiny little fae body whole like a candy, but he chose to let him bleed to death as punishment for causing so much suffering for the city. He understands his reasoning, but he still thinks it's too cruel. A simple quick execution would have been enough. He doesn't dare to move, not that he really can, out of fear that he'll exacerbate the bleeding, cutting what little time he has left even shorter, and he'd like to watch the beautiful bright stars a little longer. The universe is so vast and he had no idea. His troubles seem so small in comparison. Strangely, he feels at peace as he watches a falling star cross the sky. Small little fae with small little problems, having a small insignificant end. He wonders about his magic, would anyone continue using it? He never had any hatchlings and as far as he knows, he's the only one still using that clunky system, despite better versions of it being developed. That means he's the last to ever use it, huh. The galaxy above him will never get to see this magic in use and doesn't care to. So far away yet so bright, it will keep on spiraling without ever coming across such knowledge. Uncaring, vast universe. It's binding, his magic. He slowly, carefully, sings the incantation needed to activate it and tries to think a direction he could go. As the dim blue chains wrap around his body and lift him up like an apple in a net, he winces, the pain is so much that he's sure he's not gonna make it. He carries himself though, with his weakening magical chains, to the Shadowbinder's domain where he can see the stars better, where he can continue existing without worrying about the residents of Lanternlea Port coming after him to finish the job, where he can continue his questionable practices with ease. He should have crawled there a long time ago. It was stupid of him to count on the "goodness" of the Lightweaver's worshipers. There's no goodness in this world, only tolerance. And even that is limited it seems. --------- He wakes up in a little wooden house, carved in a dead tree's trunk. A fae, much larger than him and white in color, is stiring a pot of soup that he can't identify. It's glowing and dark, but the smell is so good he sighs at the though of what it might taste like. The white fae turns to him, his eyes a dark purple and so large he feels like he's looking at the night sky again. He's never seen a prettier dragon in his life. "How are you feeling, stranger?" the white fae asks, his voice reminding him of honey. "Awful, but I'll be fine." he answers, his own voice coming out like a croak. "I did my best to heal you up, but don't misunderstand! I only helped you out because those wisps seemed interested in you and we really don't like the wisps." "Sounds petty." "Maybe. What's your name, stranger?" "Why don't you give me one?" The white fae hesitated for a moment. "Starstruck." "Huh? How so?" That was interesting. His scales were brown and blue, not resembling stars at all. Did they have a different night sky here? "Your wings look like constalations, you know." Starstruck glanced at his own wings, those that were torn to pieces by that imperial, the ones that were a muddy brown that offered him cover when he was digging for treasure around the Emperor's wake. They were a dark blue now. He could identify the stars he saw last night and even that one falling star was present, falling from his head to his tail. With each movement, the sky on his wings moved. "Someone must really love you, you know?" the white fae giggled.

[center]forgot yesterday's prompt, so there's two today! :D [quote=March 19 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]There's something about the looming mountains that feels haunting.[/quote] [quote=March 20 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]With all the strength they can muster, they shove them off.[/quote] @Nightlilac @magiritsa @goldrush @naranciag @Auraelia @sunwolf @Fennecfox21 @sanzang @Hemmalaya @stolen

Ice ghosts are cool. [quote]There's something about the looming mountains that feels haunting.[/quote] Despite her travels she could never get used to the Cloudscrape Crags' gigantic jagged shapes. The sheer size of them filled her with a sens of despair, but beyond that, the harrowing wind passing through the frozen caves echoed through the mountain range like the moan of a thousand ghosts. Dark, cold and always surrounded by a storm somehow, the mountains have always been eerie. She really wished she didn't have to pass through them to get to the Frozen Sanctum. Mel was traveling with a small caravan who has made a bussiness out of dragons' fear of the mountains, a group of about 12 gaolers and tundras thick with fur and thin with words. Apparently, they choose silence to save their energy, but Mel suspected they just didn't like tourists much. And they had a good reason why. A pair of coatls, covered in so many layers of apparel she could barely identify them as such, were seemingly unaware of how loud they were being or how the sounds they made might not be comfortable to other dragons' ears. Mel guessed this was their first time outside their flight. kinda sweet in a way. But she also wished she didn't have to be in their group. The further up they went, the less she could see. It was a different kind of mist than the one she was used to back in the Tangled Wood, this one was freezing, biting, demanding. It pierced through her clothes and stayed thick even when their guides lighted up their lanterns upon one of the tourists request. There were no giggles hiding in it like in the woods. Whatever her mind feared to be hiding in there had teeth and claws as sharp and a sword and was so so quiet. She creeped closed to one of the gaolers for comfort, a furry giant that blended in the background with her grey and white coat, who couldn't hold a smirk back. Mel's worried look was apparently amusing to her. At least someone was having fun. The journey was supposed to take about two days, but before they could even stop for the night, they run into problems. The wide path they were following has been blocked by a landslide. Or was it snowslide, Mel thought trying to lift her mood up. On their right side, the railing that was protecting them from falling to their deaths has been crushed by rock and ice, reminding them what would happen if they dug through the wrong way. The gaoler next to Mel scoffed and left her side to go meet her peers at the front. Mel searched around for company. She hoped there was someone who could see through the mist better than her. She saw the silhouettes of the coatl couple in the distance, but as she walked towards them shouting a greeting, something incredibly large fell from above. No, not fell. [i]Plunged[/i]. The creature delibirately crashed into their caravan. It was covered in dirty fur and had at least four legs, but Mel didn't have time to see any other attributes as the creature jumped on her, grabbed her by her scarf and dragged her into the abyss below.

[center]if you're reading this get up, stretch, rest your eyes and go drink some water [quote=March 21 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]Day breaks in the form of rippling watercolor, and they feel lighter then they have been in a long time.[/quote] @Nightlilac @magiritsa @goldrush @naranciag @Auraelia @sunwolf @Fennecfox21 @sanzang @Hemmalaya @stolen

[center]remember to take care of yourselves! [quote=March 22 2021][font=century gothic][size=5]Everything is better with sugar, they think. [i]Everything.[/i][/quote] @Nightlilac @magiritsa @goldrush @naranciag @Auraelia @sunwolf @Fennecfox21 @sanzang @Hemmalaya @stolen

I do not wish to be edgy anymore, I want to be happy! [quote]Day breaks in the form of rippling watercolor, and they feel lighter then they have been in a long time.[/quote] Finally out of the kitchen after a long night of serving, Cinnamon and the other [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2809332]Sugar Bats[/url] got the chance to watch the sun rise for the first time in a very long time. Usually, this region was covered in a thick layer of mist for the first hours of the morning, chocking any sunlight that was struggling to reach the dying plants below. Cinnamon has forgotten how colorful the sky could be. He flew to the roof with the rest of his company, taking off his cream-colored apron and folding it below his feet to avoid perching on the freezing cold ceramics.

Could I be on the pinglist please? c: