Creative Corner

[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/fz2s7alqwhoe3lt/plaguetop.png[/img][/center] A haphazard group of dragons from across western Sornieth banded together with a singular goal in mind - a tour of the Wyrmwound as part of their travels of the land. But all was not well in their journey. Upon their arrival, the lone Aberration of the group gawked at uncharacteristically large sinew walls surrounding the pool. He started digging. The others joined in, frantically uncovering dragon after dragon, seemingly petrified behind the Wyrmwound's sinewy growths. Those who weren't strong enough to dig led wanderers away from the site. When all the victims - eight in total - were uncovered, the Obelisk in the group undid the stone magic. These survivors lost to time, with the addition of the wayward band of travelers, have joined forces under a new moniker - the Golem Knights. They wander the Scarred Wasteland in the hopes of building a new clan together. [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1h2g3br1d1xem0r/plaguemidsmall.png[/img][/center] Welcome to the Tales of the Golem Knights! Consider this my one-stop shop to all things in my post-hiatus clan lore. I'll be bringing over flash fiction snippets of the dragons that are currently hosted in their bios. I'll also have the occasional larger story here as well. There might even be Q&A sessions with the dragons from time to time. Comments, questions, and other interactions are welcome! Feel free to sign up to the pinglist. [center][pinglist=16707] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/335f8rj4xzh00m5/plaguebottom.png[/img][/center] [right][size=2]Images made by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/2177898]Osiem[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gde/2669851]Vertigris[/url].[/size][/right]

[center][b]Index[/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1h2g3br1d1xem0r/plaguemidsmall.png[/img] Prelude - Return to Time[/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89504808][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/895049/89504808_350.png[/img][/url][/center] "[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/33957787]Leader[/url], I can't take credit for what you're saying." The suggestion he take a spot in leadership - soon - disturbed him. Massive rib cages made pathways through the Boneyard's red soil. His feet crunched on small bones littering the ground. A hive's worth of bees flew contentedly around him. Anya flicked her head, amused. She pulled the cleaver off her side and rose on her back legs, swinging it wide in the air. While he was glad that he helped the clan regain their ability to move, they took a liking to him far too fast. Such immediate trust, without thought, was against the natural order of things. Before he could protest further, three Acid-Tongue Serpentas darted out of the mounds of oozing flesh that scarred the land. His mind raced. What could stop their venom? Nabu stumbled over a large rib and turned into his statue form. The jade encased his body as a puddle of acid was lobbed at his feet. The statue form felt crushing, as if trying to suck all the air out of his body. As he attempted to meditate, the image that haunted his dreams returned: the golden helmet. It glowed against a background of a blinding golden ankh. Conjuring a gust of wind, he burst from his statue form and blew the Serpentas back. Shards of jade embedded into their legs, and they hobbled off. “What was that light? And that symbol? That didn’t look like wind magic to me.” Anya blinked, all four eyes focused on him. The cleaver clanked against the bandolier as it dangled in the wind. Blood covered its surface. “I have strange dreams of a magician with special powers. Perhaps it was something to do with that.” Anya laughed, childlike. “Sounds like a kid’s story to me, Nabu. Everyone knows there isn’t magic outside our elements.” Her claws hovered over a puddle of acid as she pulled out an empty vial. She dipped the vial in quickly, and tied the stopper. Nabu flew over the sizzling green acid puddles in stunned silence. He landed on a nearby rock. The bees buzzed contentedly into their hive. A creature made out of flesh rose with concerted effort from the ground. “Look out!” As if on command, the bees followed his wind magic, hurtling toward the monster. They began to sting it in the eye sockets. A viscous liquid began to ooze from the monster’s mouth. Pustules developed and burst on its body, spraying red dust into the air. The bees caught in the blast wilted and fell to the ground. “Call off the bees!” Anya hovered over the creature as it moaned and sank into the rusted earth. “It’s a zombie, but it’s slow and trying to reposition. If we leave, we can outrun it.” The Shade presence in that creature defied explanation. Nabu meditated as he walked back to the den, tracking his footsteps with care. Silence helped him stay calm. [right]next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_55894611]>>[/url][/right] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/AY8754q.png[/img][/center]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/42422778][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/424228/42422778_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Tremolo wrapped her tail around the children, dragging them to the edge of the Wyrmwound. “Stop squirming.” The lone girl complied. Tremolo smiled at her daughter, and spat shadowy drool at the two brothers. Bubbles sizzled from the center of the acid lake. Torn flags with the Plaguebringer’s symbol, covered with mutated flesh, flapped in the wind. Flecks of blood covered the ground. “Who can tell me the properties of the Wyrmwound? Why is it important?” She stepped atop a large tooth on the side of the crater. As her daughter clambered next to her, chirping the correct answer, Tremolo heard wings flapping overhead. She swatted a Highreach Bonepicker out of the way. Tremolo tucked her daughter beneath her wings as she slashed at the griffon-like creature. Her sons kicked up dust and ran off. She kicked the creature in the head, knocking it into the Wyrmwound. Acid sprayed up and hit her tail. A hazy apparition formed in front of her. She failed to get a grip on her daughter as the figure turned into the form of a dragon. Was this Plaguebringer’s emissary? Tremolo's shadow burst around the jagged bones surrounding the lake, shrouding the area in darkness. She approached the flickering figure, diving for the vial of strange liquid it dropped at its feet. Immediately, she drank it. No gift from Plaguebringer would go wasted with her. Crows screeched overhead. Her body ached as the visions overwhelmed her senses. Shadows leaked briefly out of her eyes. The clan needed to be [i]here[/i], at the seat of Mother’s power - “Mom. Mom! What’s happening?” Tremolo threw her head back and laughed maniacally. She spread her wings and grabbed her daughter, pulling them both into the air for an extending glide. Plaguebringer had shown [i]her[/i] favor - not that useless hack Anya, who couldn’t even run a simple machine without injuring everyone in the process. Red light returned to the world as the vision faded. Tremolo landed on a gargantuan rib that poked out of the sand. “It’s all right, love.” The remaining shadows dripping down Tremolo’s eyes stained the bone beneath her. “Everything is going to be fine.” Her daughter shifted uncomfortably. Behind them, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/42386742]a Guardian flew past[/url]. The brothers roughhoused on his back, bumping into the windchimes on his back. Wax dripped off the candles hanging off of Tremolo’s robes. She watched wistfully as Valentin rounded the ribcage and picked up her daughter. “I’m fine, love. Take the kids home. I have a trip to make to the Marketplace.” It didn’t take long for her to make Valentin cave in. As he flew off, Tremolo took wing. She landed on the ground and ran, aimlessly. [i]Mother, you chose well to gather the clan to test your new strain of disease. You will have my sons. With my little Melody, I’ll see this desire through to the end. No matter what it takes.[/i] [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_55842072]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_55962881]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/cWvmhHa.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41479249][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/414793/41479249_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/gend/3280067/1]Low bass rumbled through the Wastes, not unlike the roar of a dragon.[/url] Everyone in sight held glowsticks - except her daughter. While one of the girls romped off to play with friends, her Fae child hid under a rock, sulking and fuming. Iris grabbed glow sticks from a stand and followed her daughters toward the center of the rave. Two Pearlcatches peered under the rock, pestering her daughter. “Excuse me.” She pushed the couple out of the way. One of the Pearlcatchers glared at Iris with burning orange eyes. The pair clambered on rotten vulture bones and screamed themselves hoarse, pointedly jabbing her in the chest with their pearl-filled claws. [i]I have to get these crazies out of here. They’ll crush my baby to death![/i] Iris flicked her tail, sending the Fire flight Pearlcatcher tumbling. Flame streamed over the bones and sinew covering the ground. A black shadow darted past and caught the glow sticks that tumbled through the air. The rest exploded from the temperature increase, splattering on nearby partygoers. Her daughter swooped down, jamming two glow sticks into the Pearlcatchers’ snouts. “I am [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89780654]Pyrite[/url] the pirate. Leave now or face my sword.” The couple scrambled off, their yelps disappearing into the roar of the rave. Iris used her foam breath to put out the flames, garnering a thumbs up from onlookers. Iris looked at her daughter in confusion. “Why did you give them a fake name?” “It is my name now. Valentin has his own name, and so should I.” An Imperial with fairy lights on his wings grabbed Pyrite and placed her on Iris’ head, before wobbling off into the crowd. In the brief time she had to wave, Iris then spotted her other daughter getting flipped in the air. She almost ran with Pyrite nested between her horns. Instead, Iris balanced Pyrite on her head and approached the mosh pit. Her other daughter laughed in glee, crowd surfing between different dragons. “Anath is fine, mother.” Pyrite rolled onto Iris’ face. She grabbed Pyrite by the tail and sighed, placing her daughter on a smooth boulder. The tension in Iris’ body began to dissipate as the girls ran into the crowd, flying around with glow sticks in hand. As they danced, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89867327]a Mirror holding a camera stopped by[/url], asking if anyone had seen a baby pirate Fae dancing with swords. “That would be my daughter.” Neon lights strobed through the sky. Pyrite flew by, parlaying and laughing with the Mirror. She flew onto Iris’ seashell mantle and posed for a picture. Several dragons walked past, rolling their eyes. Music drowned out almost all other sounds as Iris took the picture. Both of her girls came running up to her. “Can we stay longer? Please?” Pyrite's beady eyes twinkled innocently. “We’ll stay as long as you’d like.” Iris curled around the ground, shaking glow sticks with her tail while the girls danced through the night. [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_55894611]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_56118178]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/j8DZ2Wz.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89465109][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/894652/89465109_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Imperia scrunched her nose, dragging the Bashir twins to the Beastclans Alliance. The stench of rotting meat made her gag. This was the price of trying to make a railway underground, beneath the sinewy layer of the Scarred Wasteland’s surface. She couldn’t imagine why it was dreamed up to begin with. The Bashir twins scooped her out of the air before she collided with the wall. Bashir the Bleak gave her a quizzical look. “You sure you don’t want a break? You look exhausted.” She shook her head and rounded the corner. The Beastclans Alliance lay to the right. Packs of cats and dogs roamed the chamber, clambering over chairs and cushions. Thick yew logs carved with the power of dryad magic lined the walls. In the center of the room, a group of Longneck occultists peered studiously over a bubbling cauldron. None looked up from their task. “This is the place? Looks like a pet farm to me.” Bashir the Bleak grumbled, brushing the side of the bone carvings lining the entrance. Smoke coiled into the air, forming a spiral above the cauldron. The [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/12108731]wispy image of a Fae dragon[/url] took shape in the coil. Imperia’s head throbbed. Her vision flickered in and out. [i]How am I having a vision, wide awake like this? Why is it in the smoke? Who is that dragon?[/i] Thoughts raced through her head as the occultists whispered among themselves, gawking at the image in the smoke. The Fae turned in her direction. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/12108732]A large blue paw coated with golden flecks[/url] reached from behind - Cheers erupted as the vision ended. She fell to the ground as the twins tried to intercept a dog running past them. An old Serthis with greying hair slithered from the back of the room. Red liquid glistened in the half-moon amulet around his neck. “Are you Severin? Imperia’s told us much about you.” Bashir the Meek went in for a handshake, locking eyes with his slack jawed twin. Severin laughed, rattling until he noticed Imperia shivering on the ground. “You were unconscious when we first met. Welcome.” He shook Bashir’s hand and turned to the Longneck behind him. “She’s coming into her powers. Give her space.” Imperia followed Severin and Bashir into a back room furnished with triangle rugs and a log table. She sat down in a heap, making note of the different grains in the wood. “Please look at me,” Severin said. “I never expected you to tell me you were a seer upfront.” “That Fae’s dead! Those are the only visions I see.” Silence twisted the air. The twins after a few moments attempted to deflect with a comment about the dogs but got waved off by the elder Serthis. Lines of impatience grew on his forehead. “Those dragons – who I’m sure you don’t recognize – are the reason we have an alliance. They're not dead. Whatever horrors you’ve been seeing are not the full scope of your abilities.” @pinglist-16707 [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_55962881]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_56144900]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/OGWXuL5.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89533987][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/895340/89533987_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Heat radiated from Quarantine Zone #128’s entrance. Terrence flicked sweat off his wings as he snuck past the guards. Dog footprints dotted the surroundings. He ran around the cauldron, wrangling a yelping Hainu and shoving it into the strange bag Hafsa loaned him. Around the corner, a familiar series of hums and whistles punctuated another familiar gathering effort. Acel and Adagietto waved energetically to him. “What are you doing here?” Terrence hissed in broken Coatl. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/game-database/item/26206]A buttersnake with whirling blue patterns[/url] on its body slithered past. He scooped the snake in one fell swoop and shoved it into his bag of holding. Adagietto swayed and hummed absentmindedly. An arrow sailed by Terrence’s head. Both coatls jumped, dashing behind other cauldrons before he could say anything else. The guards’ voices grew louder, more agitated. Strange, cocoon like structures with indiscreet blobs floating in the middle pulsated with heat as a sword unsheathed behind him. The air grew sticky and humid. Terrence spotted the coatls behind a cocoon. He sprinted past a Skydancer guard, grabbing Acel before a cauldron overflowed on her tail. “This way!” Puddles of acid formed on the ground as Acel ran panickedly, knocking several cauldrons over with her rake. Adagietto ran with a quizzical look on his face. The guard slipped, hurtling head first into the tipped cauldrons. Acid drenched their feathers. They screeched in pain as their skin began to smoke. Loud barking echoed across the zone as a [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/game-database/item/16253]bright colored Hainu[/url] landed on one of the stable cauldrons. It scratched itself, kicking up dust off the rim in the process. Terrence ran over and suplexed the Hainu into the bag. He dodged the screaming guard, who sprinted past and ran directly into another cauldron, tipping it sideway. “Take this and get out of here!” He threw the bag to Acel and drew the staff from under his magic-imbued gown. Rough foliage burst across the staff. Terrence grit his teeth and parried the guard’s blows, backing up as needed to avoid careening into an experimental disease slush. He rolled past another cocoon. The form of a mirror child, limp and covered in pustules, greeted him. Terrence leaped back and kicked up dirt in the guard’s sickly green eyes. A barrage of arrows flew toward Acel and Adagietto. Terrence swung his staff into the ground, conjuring a temporary vine to rise up and block the attack. As the guards scrambled to take action, the foliage dropped to the ground and died. He grabbed the staff out of the soil and took to the sky. His gown glowed with Nature’s bounty as he conjured a thicket around his wings, strong enough to repel attack. Metal tanks with diseased flesh sizzled below. Terrence waved to the lone guard at the entrance, grinning as the mutated guard ran out, spitting acid into the air. He dodged the blast, not noticing that his tail bauble went out. That freak of nature was the Boneguard’s problem now. [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_56118178]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_56185680]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kXSB5Qa.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/42386742][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/423868/42386742_350.png[/img][/url][/center] "Where's the tractor beam?” Valentin landed, taking in the waterfalls rushing down Greatwyrm’s Breach with weary enthusiasm. The Marketplace was close. He received the tractor beam from Anya and approached the cliff. His throat was parched. The beam’s loud, alien noise made his ears ring as he gathered two buckets off the cliffside. With the water in tow, he handed the buckets off. He stared in silent satisfaction as she gulped both down. “That hit the spot. Thanks.” Anya’s heavy breathing began to slow. “You sure you saw Galore flying around here?” “Positive.” Before he could gather water for himself, a dozen [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/game-database/item/16483]Longneck scholars[/url] strolled past, dancing between outcroppings of smoky quartz. He watched curiously. His face must have given off a different impression, as the scholars began hurtling flora-based nature blasts his way. Sand whipped into the air. Plants spouted from the parched ground, swaying prettily in the wind. Without water, the plants weren’t long for this world. Valentin deflected the blasts with his paw. “Stop attacking us. Tell us how we can reach Terraclae on foot from here.” One of the scholars stammered out an answer in draconic. The rest stumbled in their oversized robes, getting caught on pieces of stray rock as they ran off. As he turned, the form of a [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/86798865]glowing Skydancer[/url] appeared in his peripheral vision. He blinked reflexively. The sand flew around in waves, making it difficult to see. Light bounced off the quartz outcroppings. “What are you staring at?” Valentin felt Anya’s dull cleaver poking into his leg. He shook his head. A shiver went down his spine as the dragon he thought he saw had vanished. [i]Was that a ghost like Calam?[/i] He led the way to bridge the scholar had mentioned while Anya retrieved water. A large sandstone structure sat in the middle of the ground. Different locations were labeled on its surface, along with distance measurements. The few settlements of note were thousands of kilometers away. Valentin’s mouth fell ajar. No wonder dragons hardly ever lived here. Anya returned with the buckets, pulling her goggles off. “Wasn’t sure what you zoned out about earlier, but it looks like someone’s been around here. Found this on the edge of the cliff.” She displayed a small pair of golden bells. He promptly closed his mouth, then took the buckets with a small nod of appreciation when he was ready to drink. The water soothed his aching throat. After a short rest, he got up and carried Anya over the ravine, as the bridge wasn’t stable enough to hold either of them. Not too long after, piles of scrap fur and tools lay strewn across the ground. A familiar cacophony of merchants and screaming dragons filled the air. “There they are.” Anya jumped off and started for the market. “Remember, we’re heading to the Seedscar straight from here!” The thought stopped him in his tracks. [i]What business do we have at the Seedscar? We’ve never been there before.[/i] [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_56144900]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_56253710]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/wLuuDPo.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/88506142][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/885062/88506142_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Rotten bark peeled off the face of the old oak consulate. Tuli guided his three children to a neighboring carved-out tree. He smiled and waved a small harpy contingent into the cavernous oak. Multi-colored feathers and sap surrounded him and the kids. Slime from a trampled mushroom squished into his paws. Behind him, a trio of masked Boneguard members wandered by, stamping out the flowers that grew underfoot. [i]I'll be able to finish the [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=wiki&article=99]mission[/url] I was destined for![/i] The thought quickly left his mind as the kids started pulling at a Centaur’s mane. “Alonzo, Ivy, you can’t touch her hair without permission.” He fluttered his wings in a dance pattern meant to get the kids to look away. A din erupted from the crudely made wooden tables in the back. The Harpy contingent screeched at his third child, huddled in a corner. Tuli rushed over to the table and slammed a stool down to stand on. “That is my son. Leave him be!” he snarled, charging up a powerful blast of wind that blasted through the den. Everyone fell silent. Tuli sat on the stool, shaking, as someone approached him and put a vial in his hand. An unknown venom. He looked up to see Severin, leader of the Beastclans allied company, sporting frazzled hair and a wicked grin. “Impressive magic for one so small.” Before he could protest, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89145104]Lissa[/url] appeared in the entryway – holding pebble-coated documents that blew out into the open wastes. She corralled the children, fluttering like a fairy, and led them to the stairwell and their rooms. Her icy gaze turned back to Tuli. “Come.” Lissa tugged his arm, dancing with him until outside the hollowed-out tree. “We were told not to accept the Serthis leader’s gifts.” Her voice was unreadable, but her face showed dismay. The air grew thick with tension. He stumbled over a mutated mushroom and got goo on his foot. Severin's gifted vial rubbed up against his throat, and he giggled nervously as he realized its probable contents. “None of this is my fault! He gave it to me. I didn’t have a chance to say no.” Red dust and light smoke blew through the air. One armor-clan member of the Boneguard continued to burn a stubborn root out of the ground. Tuli wiped the dust out of his eyes, laughing. “It’s probably dragon killing venom or something. I’ll get rid of it.” He balked as Lissa pushed him aside and flew off. The only thing he could do was go after her, ignoring the whispers from the group of Serthis huddling in the corner. Dirt fell down the creaking stairs. Tuli panted, strugging to keep up with his wife. “It would have been perfect if I were on the Marrowbite mission, though.” Lissa peered around the corner. Her face blanched, and her wings slowed as she fell to the ground. Tuli scrambled to catch her. He shouted himself hoarse, calling to the Beastclans members down the stairs for help. [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_56185680]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/1#post_56303709]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/hn5xCVk.png[/img]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89145104][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/891452/89145104_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Lissa woke – warm, but unable to breathe. Two strange hatchlings wriggled in their sleep on top of the blanket pile. [i]Is this a dream? I have never seen dragons like this before.[/i] She peeled herself out from under heavy blankets, struggling to lift them. A line of ripe cherries dangled from the ceiling. The walls were musty oak, like the den the Knights’ leadership sought out. Her breath hitched at the thought of being stuck in another prison. Getting coffee would settle things. Lissa floated to the other end of the room and approached the door, glancing over the bare shelves. Silently cursing herself for thinking anyone had time to unpack supplies, Lissa went to turn the doorknob. It yanked open from the other side. “Thank Arcanist! You’re up.” [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/34172605]Hafsa’s[/url] soft pink eyes hovered close to Lissa's face. “Tuli said you passed out.” A frog hopped into the room as Hafsa took a tour, looping in figure eights before leaning on the shelves. Spiky green eggshells fell in a heap as the shelf buckled. Her eyes grew wide as her attention turned to the hatchlings, sound asleep despite the ruckus. “Whose kids are those? They’re too feathery to be any of mine. And I haven’t had kids in ages!” Lissa stared, unamused, as the cherries dangling above them grew a frosty coating. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90678095]The blue hatchling cooed[/url], wriggled over to Lissa, then fell limp in her arms. She sent her magic through the floor and walls. The cherries froze solid. Snowflakes dusted the floor in a light coating. “Point taken. I’ll get out of here.” Hafsa whirled back to the door apologetically. Lissa nodded, accepting the blankets from Hafsa while giving one word answers to the spiral’s last-minute questioning. Unnecessary questions, at that. Her wings drooped over the broken shelf. Once Hafsa had enough, she flew off in search for coffee. The door rattled behind her. [i]Finally. She doesn’t need to know about Tuli.[/i] Swaddling the blue hatchling was an increasingly impossible task. Lissa trudged back to the cot as the strange child mumbled in her sleep. The other child was brown,[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90678162] thrashing their bright purple wings around[/url]. A nightmare, most likely. Lissa laid out the blankets and put the siblings next to each other, dragging them by the tails as needed. Coffee was soon delivered. Endless evaluations of the situation began to fly through her mind as she guzzled down half the cup. She barely noticed the brown child writhing around her legs. A spiny mistletoe-like growth poked out of the floorboards in the corner of the room. Lissa picked it up. When she returned, the hatchling’s light green eyes opened, bursting into tears. She placed the plant on the hatchling’s head and slid down to the wood floor. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe.” Lissa drank the rest of her coffee, admiring the plants on the ceiling she hadn’t noticed the first time. She rocked the child until the crying stopped. Worked every time. [right][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461#post_56253710]<<[/url] previous | next [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3301461/2#post_56447895]>>[/url][/right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/lhqOSpn.png[/img]