Creative Corner

[img]http://i.imgur.com/L2mfHet.png[/img] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8vAFrFo.png[/img] [color=transparent]//[/color] [b][size=5]THE CHILDREN[/size][/b] [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/AO6x9Go.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/67hVGwN.gif[/img] [nextcol][nextcol] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nneVbAm.png[/img][color=transparent]fi[/color][nextcol] The [b]Children [/b]are [i]offspring [/i]of the [u]Eleven[/u] with no [i]true [/i][b]home[/b]. Taken in by the [i]leaders [/i]of the [b]Wasteland[/b], an [i]outcasted [/i]band of dragons residing in the [u]Abiding Boneyard[/u], these demigods' [i]futures [/i]lay haste in the [b]claws [/b]of [u]Diaboli[/u] and [u]Jehovah[/u]. [color=transparent]//[/color] The Wasteland are dragons outcasted from their respective flights. These dragons feel betrayed or abandoned by the deities, which leaders Diaboli and Jehovah, known heretics from the Shadow Flight, find befitting for their plans. [/columns] [color=transparent]//[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8vAFrFo.png[/img] [color=transparent]//[/color] [b][size=5]THE ELEVEN'S CHILDREN[/size][/b] [color=transparent]//[/color] [columns]Abandoned by their parents, the Children were founded one by one by the Wastelanders. Each Child has a unique story, which is recorded by Trygalle, the archivst of the Wasteland. Although her words are scrambled, many dragons in the Wasteland strive to recite her words with such percision and accuracy. In these following documents are Trygalle's words, recited by a different member of the Wasteland. They are [b]out of order[/b] and [i]may be inaccurate[/i] to lore. Trygalle's words are not easy to recite, so the Wasteland will get her stories wrong. [nextcol] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nneVbAm.png[/img] [nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/67hVGwN.gif[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/AO6x9Go.gif[/img][/center] [/columns] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8vAFrFo.png[/img] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/724054602378510376/990062783347429376/unknown.png[/img]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/L2mfHet.png[/img] [color=transparent]//////[/color] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80430353][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/804304/80430353.png[/img][/url][nextcol][color=transparent]//////[/color][nextcol] [size=5][b]ARCHIVE 21: A RAINY DAY FRAGMENT 2[/b][/size] [u]Told by Moren[/u] [color=transparent]//////[/color] [b]"[/b][i]Don't save the truth for a rainy day.[/i][b]"[/b] The dark thorns swirled and twirled into the rust-colored dirt and bones of the [b]Scarred Wasteland[/b]. Thunder rumbles above the glowing mushrooms, though the gurgling noises from one of the [i]veilspuns[/i] rupture the silence. Green sludge escaped his throat before it dripped onto the sizzling sand. The taller one, with orange smears across her body, sharply glared at him. [b]"[/b]Keep it down,????????d???????i???????l???.[b]"[/b] Her voice sounded hoarse, hissing through sharp mandible teeth. Her beetle-like wings beat furiously in a show of dominance, though a wry smile came from the smaller one. [b]"[/b]They won't find us.[b]"[/b] He snorted, coughing up the radiated liquid after his reply. The [i]veilspun[/i] shakily stepped over the tangled brambles and onto the sand. It was damp. The humidity was soaking the sand in this part of the wasteland. ????????d???????i???????l??? looked down on the sand, sharply heaving his chest before throwing his head back. [b]"[/b]You [i]really[/i] think that they'll come looking for us? Foolish.[b]"[/b] The female Veilspun's whiskers twitched at a frequency quicker than he could think at his preposterous response.[b]"[/b]Better to leave no tracks than some tracks at all in our line of work.[b]"[/b] The male's whiskers dripped out of pain and from the droplets of rain extruding from the sky. [b]"[/b]Line of work? Are you [i]serious[/i], ????????????i???????????l???????????i????????????????????????????????????" A painful cough rattled out of his chest again before... Well, the female turned her attention to the wastelands as gurgling and crackling came from him.