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[center]@pinglist-19421 @pinglist-22246 [center][font=Copperplate Gothic][color=red][b][size= 5][i][emoji=plague rune size=1] Trigger Warning: Gore Mention [emoji=plague rune size=1][/i][/font][/color][/size][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FLn2pKm.png[/img][/center] [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/haWA1wu.png[/img][nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/151GVYrN/x110-skull-left.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=7][color=#B13A3A][font=Chiller][b] Research Of The Withered Vol. 1[/b][/size][/color][/font][/center][nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/0QJSbp6f/x110-skull-right.png[/img][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/IIdZz1U.png[/img][/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/FLn2pKm.png[/img][/center] [center][columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/TSqLrzb.png[/img] [nextcol][center][size=6][color=#A22929][font=Chiller] Recorded By Vex Of The Folk Clan[/size][/color][/font] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91875577][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/918756/91875577.png[/img][/url] [size=5][color=#57372C][font=High Tower Text] My time spent here in the Pox Consulate has been very eye opening to the sheer power of the deities. That centuries later, the land here is not only still ridden with plague and sickness; but also have the ability to affect dragonkind on a level such as this. When Prim first came to me, asking me to take the place of the original researcher whom accompanied many of the infected dragons here on the first exhibition, I couldn't possibly have imagined the horrors I've encountered here. Even so I refuse to abandon my fellow clan-mates trapped here! My leader has trusted me with the task of finding a source and a cure, and by the god's I will find it. Here are my observations of those who dwell here. . . [/size][/color][/font] [/center][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/UZuu89H.png[/img][/columns] [/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/v6E2Ley.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=91584665&skin=0&apparel=37391,45183,45162,319,325,25022,47019&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 1: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] This dragon seems to have contracted the mysterious illness through a scratch that has spread over top of their scales. Upon seeing this dragon I decided it would best to avoid touching any of the surroundings she interacted with as I witnessed a bloody residue excreting from where she had scratched herself raw. Does this mean whatever is affecting them is a creature? Or possibly some kind of mutated plant life in the area that infects the individual once it's touched their scales? Either way I think it'd be wise not touch any suspicious or unusual property in the area. Just seeing that dragon gnaw at herself. . . made my skin crawl. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/914806/91480581_350.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 2: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Exploring the underground caverns below the forest have been very informative. I have found vast colonies of bugs, some of which I have come to discover are not native to our glorious gladesmother's land! In fact each insect I found was a native of various flight territories across the land. How did they all end up here? Where did they come from? While this is still unknown to me I have met yet another unfortunate soul affected by this illness. This time I could actually approach her! But she seemed to pay me no mind as she dug away at a web covered dirt pile. No matter what I asked her, she seemed only to be worried about [i]"the queen" [/i]. Stating multiple times that she must find her, but followed up with no explanation as to why. While there was something nice about not having to hide from another dragon it brought about a dread I couldn't seem to shake as she dug and dug and dug. She is still digging whenever I pass her by, be it in different areas but her response is always the same. [i]"I must find the queen!" [/i] [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/911674/91167334_350.png[/img] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3176001][img]https://sig.grumpybumpers.com/host/FR3SA.gif[/img][/url][/center] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 3: [/b][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] A unaffected dragon has been spotted within the Pox Consulate! I do not know their name though they have made their home here for some odd reason. They may have come from another clan before their journey, but why they stick around here still bewilders me. But they came with a warning. At first, it seemed rather foolish to me. "An omen is upon your clan, heed it well." Yeah no kidding, have you [i]seen[/i] the state of this place? Yet the stare of pity that followed my skeptical attitude made me feel as though I may have not entirely grasped the meaning of the banescale's words. An omen... was the illness here the omen? Could they have possibly been referring to the folk clan as a whole, rather than just the poor souls trapped here? Just the thought was certainly enough to shut me up. Despite their ominous messages, this stranger does offer me aid when I venture to close to the withered. At least it's nice to know I have [i]one[/i] ally here. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=4117984&skin=0&apparel=40859,293,37397,307,53070,28788,44533&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 4: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Almost met a gruesome end today. I had an unpleasant run in with the clan member known as Nihmedu. I remember her being so nice and kind, harmless to even a fly. Now she just seems obsessed with collecting the bones of dead things. Some she had even decorated herself with ... disgusting... I could still see bits of muscles and blood still hanging off of them. Best to avoid her territory if I can help it, there wasn't much living in that area anyway. The stench alone was horrendous enough to cause a dizzy spell, and I could still smell it from miles away. I guess not even the dead are safe here, what a terrible place. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=4181165&skin=54994&apparel=36164,36157,28784,21867,53070,21874,26884&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 5: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] While other dragons here roughly my own size are never really a cause for freight, tonight I uncovered yet another withered that gave me more reason to stay hidden on my outings here. It is not uncommon to fly over the occasional corpse of some poor critter that had was been dragged here by force or made a fatal wrong turn. But I came by a particularly gruesome display of mass piles of rotten meat all gathered into something that almost resembled a nest. Had I been brave enough to venture towards it I might have ended up the same way, as not long after I spied a spiral of whom was tearing into the molded meat carnivorously. I was certain this had to be one of the withered, though I could not find out who. That is becoming more common these days than I like. I know spirals are known to have a diet mixed of insects and meat, but something about watching them rip into each limb that was infested with fly's and roaches made my stomach churn. Quickly taking my leave before being spotted, I couldn't help but notice a lot of the carcasses laying around that nest looked like other dragons. Needless to say, I don't think I'm coming back to this area anytime soon. Labeling it as [color=#660000][i]The Blood Darter's Roost[/i].[/color] [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/915456/91545539_350.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 6: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Further into the cave I was able to go! Thanks to Ombra's excessive digging, a path to a new section of the caves have revealed themselves to me. Though I'm not sure if I want to explore them by night. During the day it felt just the normal amount of grotesque as anywhere else in this god forsaken place. But around the hour that the sun goes down... I felt like I was being [i]watched[/i]. Like all the little insects in this area had their eyes on me, watching me as if surveying me for whatever reason. Maybe they were watching for [i]someone[/i]. I also happened to notice this part of the cave had some rather intriguing crimson roots that covered the top of the cave and were absolutely covered with cobwebs. Though sometimes I felt as though I saw the roots themselves... move. Not even Ombra will venture to this part of the cavern. [i] Maybe there's a reason. [/i] [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/921433/92143277_350.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 7: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] For a few weeks I have tracked the pattern of a withered I often see soring just below the twisted roots and pox that all but covers the sky here. I always take care to hide myself during my travels, especially from a dragon as fierce as a banescale. So imagine my freight when I emerge from the infested carverns to find myself face to face with this withered. Something fresh and dead lay on the ground before it, was enough to make my legs go numb. But the banescale only looked at me with blank eyes, and even perched herself on a nearby mound. I crept away, not taking even a moment to question it. Before I scurried off, I took one last look. She was staring at the entryway, waiting for something intently. Though I did not stop to find out, I do still ponder what it is she was waiting for? [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/911620/91161921_350.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 8: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Originally, I thought there was only one entry into the web infested caverns below the consulate. But after some extensive exploring I have come to find a variety of tunnels. Not only that, but visible paths along the rocks. By chance of faith I actually crossed paths with the withered dragon responsible for these pathways, only to be avoided by [i]them.[/i] Admittedly, this one had me stumped, and I almost thought of it as a tactic in order for me to drop my guard. But instead the undertide simply slithered down another path. Had it not been for their bone like patterns, I might have missed them down here. It wasn't until we came within mer feet of each other one faithful encounter did I realize they were carrying something deceased within their jaws. Just scrapes of rot and bone of something that once was that dangled in between their fangs. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tailed them for a while cautiously, though I suspect they knew I was there anyway. Eventually we ended up in a part of the caves I had yet to discover, with the smell of death reeking the air. The closer we got, the more I thought it strange that the usual cobwebs and colonys of bugs I have come to associate with this place was non-existent here. As if even the infestation itself refused to make its home here. And soon enough we came to a deep pit, dark and seemingly endless. Down the remains went, never did I hear the echo of it's weight smacking against stone. There was a moment of silence for the unfortunate soul, until the keeper of this crypt started back to fetch another. I still pass this one while venturing the caves, and each time they are carrying a corpse. What a sorrowful look their face has. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [columns][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/baz/2924133][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/3594a70b89141b4e49405e2d9716931e/ca0476207810c361-31/s250x400/11892537d76dbac3d86f8b0be4e77ff91b201938.png[/img][/url][/center][nextcol][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=65298223&skin=0&apparel=40855,41114,351,10880,325,29223,42924&xt=dressing.png[/img][/columns] [center][font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 9: [/b][/size][/font] [size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Analyzing this guardian was a rather uncanny experience for me. And while it is normal for it to take sometime pin pointing whom a withered once was within our clan; I have yet to find record of this dragon anywhere in my scrolls. Which leads me to believe this is yet another traveler who [i](for whatever reason)[/i] came here from far away. Though this one is not like the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91167334]Banescale[/url] I met, this one has a rather lifeless aura about her. At first I suspected she had contracted the illness that inhabits the land here, but after more examining I was stumped! She didn't seem to experience any of the average symptoms the wither endure. Matter of fact, the longer I watched the more her lifeless aura became apparent to me. I have also uncovered that she speaks in chirps and grunts; very primitive. Day 3 of stalking this individual, I almost considered approaching them until I was thankfully given a reason not to. I witnessed one of the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/92547353]weaker withered[/url] just so happen to cross paths with this guardian, and almost instantly it was as if she sprang to life! Latching onto the withers's neck and snapping it with such a brutal force... Just so she could start to lap at their blood pooling onto the dirt below. A horrific site indeed. I considered myself sort of use to the frightful tendencies of dragons within the Consulate. [i]But that one...[/i] I think I may have to proceed into the consulate with extra precaution so to avoid her at all costs. My gut is telling me there is something much more sinister at work within that guardian. [i]Something I wish to stay blissfully ignorant about. [/i] [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=4220102&skin=0&apparel=17270,17244,319,325,28782,301,52777&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 10: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] There was a breach today, and a particularly angry one at that. A dragon I've identified as Nago Of The Boar Clan, whose scales seems to have been completely infested with little blood filled maggots. I know him to often crash through the Pox Consulate recklessly when he's enraged. Unfortunately he was able to break through the root barrier by sheer force alone, and attacked a nearby beastclan village. The small clan was able to inflict enough hurt upon the beast that he eventually retreated back to his den within the consulate but not before infecting one of the beastrace. A brave archer whom unfortunately came to close, and from the looks of it; was attacked on the arm by the blood maggots that swarm Nago. I do not know what this means for the rest of the Viridian Labyrinth, or how to help them. Beastclan rebels don't exactly take kindly to dragonkind so it's not like I can offer my aid to them. I do keep tabs on this village though, it seems they've exiled the archer and he's journeyed to gods know were. But there doesn't seem to be any more inflicted. As for Nago I believe the beast rests within the deep undergrowth of the consultant for now, still trying to recover. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=4230410&skin=0&apparel=33833,25207,25211,25210,28786,28783,35208&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 11: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Ran into an old friend this week, whom confirmed my theory on the withered developing unusual obsessions that result in aggressive behavior. I remember Pox as such a cheerful and carefree soul, brought a smile to the face of anyone she came by. Unfortunately it seems as though this has become an obsession for her in this afflicted state. One interaction in particular stuck with me out of all my observations. I watched from the trees as she confronted one of the more dangerous creatures that inhabit the consultant. At first it appeared that she was playing with it, bouncing around it like a hatchling greeting a new friend. This quickly turned destructive once it seemed she took notice of the defensive nature the animal was displaying. And her joyful demeanor changed from irrated to out right ballistic. It didn't take very long after for her to tear that beast limb from limb in a fit of rage. Eating away at it's insides. I remember her telling me a long long time ago she left her [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/696969/2508920?name=&type=undefined]birth flight[/url] so that she could fulfill her desires by spreading joy and laughter when times felt bleak. It brought me much sorrow to see her act so out of character, [i]for her to become something so detached from her former self. . . [/i] maybe things would have been better had she never left. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=92547353&skin=0&apparel=37680,37683,10880,27150,549,294,37387&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 12: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Very jarring to come across one of my own kind infected by this affliction. While yes they look different than me, I could still see myself following in their nature given a stroke of bad luck. There were any more Fae around here, but I have reason to believe [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/65298223]that one[/url] has hunted the majority of the party down to one. A cautious one, who only seems to feed on scraps and carcasses left behind by bigger and more threatening withered. Their actions remind me very much of a hare out in a field, forever on edge of their surroundings and quick to flee. We Fae typically eat bugs, so the fact that this withered eats only meat supports my theory that the withered may obtain a diet for flesh. And while I think this Fae in particular may be far to gone to communicate anymore with the average dragon, I still can see some kind of sorrow and distress in the way they seem to always be looking for something other than food. I believe they are searching for the pack I previously saw them band with in my first months of coming here, confused by their lonesomeness. Every once in a blue moon I leave some small rodent or bird near their various nests in hopes of keeping them alive until I can find a cure to all this madness. And finding myself hoping they do not end up like their friends. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=60&bodygene=106&breed=20&element=9&eyetype=10&gender=0&tert=60&tertgene=211&winggene=106&wings=60&auth=7febd2abb16d84d4411cd2731cf2cd2141754014&dummyext=prev.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 13: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] An omen is indeed upon us. I thought it strange after all these months I have yet to find any record of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91584665]One[/url] anywhere in the party journals left by the folk clan crew who ventured here all those moons ago. But now I've come across yet another withered I have no account for. And I have reason to believe this individual has been in this area a lot longer than One. The two both show symptoms of the same affliction, infected scales that gush bloody residue that seems to cause a itch so powerful the dragon themselves is willing to tear through their own skin to make it stop. And this withered, anywhere an Aberration such as themselves [i]should have[/i] scales; I saw only sickly residue. Trailing behind them as they stumbled around in agony. It seems whatever this is, it smolders into the infected. It may take a while for one to see it through all the meat and puss that just seems to melt off of this stranger, but there is a gash in the middle of their neck. I myself only noticed it when the dragon tried to screech at something nearby, and fresh grime spilled from their neck. How they can still breath, I am unsure. But I can hear their rasping even from up in the treetops where I stay hidden. Sharp painful gasps, like they where being burned from the inside out. Is this the same fate that awaits [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91584665]One[/url] as well? [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=91410623&skin=0&apparel=15306,37391,336,24743,10657,325,319&xt=dressing.png[/img] [url=https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SOtWJ2Bega-gmL19k76hnApJlEVJ9uZlzhZshXbONLE/edit][size=5][font=Chiller][color=red][emoji=plague rune size=1]C o n t a g i o n s [emoji=plague rune size=1] Subspecies by @inuraichi [/color][/size][/font][/url] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 14: [/b][/size][/font][/center] [center][size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Times New Roman] Far to many malicious dragons have found their way into the consulate. How are they finding this place? What brings them here from far away lands like the Wastes? As if handling the withered wasn't enough, there is now a mage of the sickness among the thicket; one of which I have done well to escape from many a times. My foe refers to themselves as a 'contagion'. More like a pest if you ask me! Claims to have taken root here, whatever that means. One particular run in, I found myself indebted to [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90376812]an intruder[/url] whom I'm almost glad hadn't taken heed to my warnings. A snapper, crazy as she seems, here to uncover the properties of the soil within the consulate. The fight between the two left both her and the 'contagion' fairly weakened, and so I guided brave Maui to my den for medical treatment. I suppose she isn't as annoying as I perceived her to be originally. Still this wicked mage that takes joy out of what has happened here sickens me to my core! [i]A vile cretin not worthy of my time! [/i]Though their power is... impressive. I have no other choice than to flee from encounters with this fool. Perhaps one of the withered will squash them like a bug, one can only hope anyhow. [/size][/color][/font][/center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=4303221&skin=0&apparel=42681,50501,51135,10880,35209,293,35200&xt=dressing.png[/img] [font=Chiller][size=6][b] Entry 15: [/b][/size][/font] [size=4][color=#241b1b][font=Cursive] My suspicions of outsiders finding their way into the Pox Consulate has been confirmed, by a Mith as a matter of fact! Spoke enough dragon to talk, calls himself Aster. The poor guy had been traveling with his beloved friend; Cosmos. But after the two had spent the night here, a stranger approached. Though I am still convinced this was maybe one of the lesser violent withered, the individual didn't sound the least bit normal. But it sounds like Cosmos was maybe trying to comfort the individual, under the impression they had been attacked. The next couple nights the same dragon showed their head, as if following them. And soon enough, Aster woke and Cosmos had vanished. When they found them again he said the Bogsneak had become entranced by the pox covered sky that infests this place. Only speaking to praise the 'stars' up above. Eventually Aster had to move on without him, as he refused to leave and became violent if distributed to much. They have taken to accompanying me on my journeys out into the consulate, helping me take notes. Wants to find some kind of cure to all this I suppose, though I myself am starting to loose faith in the idea. They've pointed out Cosmos to me on our travels, and each time they are sitting in silence. Gazing at these suppose stars they see somewhere in the rot. Poor fool... My mind as of late seems to always wander back to the various questions have given rise to after Aster's story. Who was this dragon stalker of theirs? Why had they come here? And why had Cosmos disappeared that night? I don't have good feeling about any of this, I plan on reporting back to Prim soon. Perhaps I will invite Aster alongside me. [/size][/color][/font][/center] [center] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/51948.png[/img] [size=6][color=#241b1b][font=Chiller] [b]Aster [/b][/size][/color][/font][/center] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][size=6][color=#A22929][font=Chiller] [b] C o n c l u s i o n [/b][/font][/size][/color][/font][/center] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][size=4][color=#564D48][font=High Tower Text] [b]While I am sure I have not even begun to uncover the affects of this pox, I feel confident in 4; Infection of the skin Infestation of insects within the scales Change in Diet Warping of the mind[/b] As for a cure, I have yet to come across one. Nor a source. It is quiet disheartening to see once bright eyed and outgoing dragons become what I see before me. Before all this, the Withered where nothing more than a small group from the folk clan looking to make an outpost of their own within the consulate. Ignorant to the changes they would encounter inside. There are still quite a few missing, including the original investigator before me; Suchong. While Prim repaired the spiral's lab for me, and made sure it was secure from any unwanted guests; I still wonder what horrors took place here before my arrival. Though my time here has been short, some days I still find myself longing for the comfort of my cabin at the Swamp Post. Oh how I long for some of Anora's stew, or to hear one of Nazoc's quick whips. I hope they are doing well... Yes I must find a cure to all this. I couldn't bear to see those close to me endure this kind of twisted change. I won't allow this pox to spread any further than this decrepit landscape.

[center] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/YjxlVXv.png[/img][nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/MGqpzm4F/Divider-107x50-3.png[/img][nextcol][center][size=6][color=#20603F][font=Papyrus]Echos In The [/size] [emoji=gust size=1] [color=#20603F][font=Papyrus][size=7][b]G r o v e[/b][/size][/color][/font][/center][nextcol][img]https://i.postimg.cc/MGqpzm4F/Divider-107x50-3.png[/img][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/Joxe80F.png[/img][/columns] @pinglist-19421 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/center] [columns][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DNeKplE.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xuYaeV2.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/THZA0zx.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xuYaeV2.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/DNeKplE.png[/img] [/center] [nextcol][center][size=5][color=#564D48][font=High Tower Text] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/87276063][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/872761/87276063.png[/img][/url] Fog surrounded the murky water, still but lively all the same. There stood a boat in the middle of the lake, a lone mirror resting there. An open wound she covered with her claws, gritting her teeth and shivering in silent pain. This is not the first time she's been attacked by the a rouge loose in the wetlands, and it wouldn't be the last. Her eyes began to grow heavy as she leaned over the boatside, peering into the depths of the mire as she tolerated the sharp throbbing in her side. She would need to find their clan's doctor soon, but she hadn't the strength to pick herself up. As her eyes glossed over the lake's surface, there was an unusual stirring within the water. Not one of something rising, but as if the water itself moved about on its own. As darkness began to take over her vision, two sets of bright spectral eyes shone back at her below the surface. Into the water she fell, her body sinking down heavy as a rock. Then abruptly, it felt as though a current carried her up. Drifting her farther and farther away from her boat. Blood trailing in the lifeless water as she was carried away, only barely conscious. When she woke, she was somewhere she didn't recognize. Still within the wetlands, but somewhere new. [i]Somewhere different.[/i] And the pain in her side was completely gone, only blood stains smudged against her scales indicating that there was indeed a wound there at one point. What carried her here, how was she alive? As she rose to her feet, dazzed and confused she took note of her surroundings. The water here was crystal clear, nothing at all like the muddy ponds and lakes she was used to. And an eerie fog surrounded this grove, overgrown by flowers, moss and bamboo. Before her stood a statue carved in the shape of a wildclaw. She examined it, the edges rough and worn down. It has been here for quite a while. As Mire took her leave, the two pairs of glinting eyes from below the waters surface escaped her sight. Watching her closely as she took flight, up above the trees that blanketed the small bamboo grove. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91974225][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/919743/91974225.png[/img][/url] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/yxgVLQgk/Divider-213x50-2.png[/img] [/size][/color][/font][/center][nextcol][center] [nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/lutJzVV.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Sa2ibzW.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/TDQTfCR.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Sa2ibzW.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/lutJzVV.png[/img] [/center] [/columns]

@pinglist-19421 [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Mvlz9SW.png[/img][/center] [center][size=5][color=#1D2715][font=Monotype Corsiva] [i]You somehow find yourself deep within the Labyrinth Wetlands late at night... there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Just you and the echo of the cicadas song that fills the heavy air. Its foggy here, so much so that you can't even manage to see two feet in front of you. What an awful time to get lost, wouldn't you say? Suddenly, you feel your feet dip into water. Wonderful, swamp muck mushed between your toes. Gross. But much to your surprise, this is not the usual swamp murk you would encounter throughout the mire. Instead, your feet tingle as you see you've plunged them into crystal clear pond water. Even the dirt that was on your foot before this doesn't even seem to affect the purity of this pool. How strange... even stranger you suddenly notice that your foot is slowly slipping further and further into the water. And it's just occurred to you that you feel no sand nor mud below it. In fact its almost as if you've stepped on nothing but air. Glowing eye pierce the fog before you and the shape of a statue makes itself known before you. What is that? It is that of a serpent, with fangs sharp enough to crush a rock. It feels as though the eyes are staring into you, freezing you in place. Beckoning you into a world unknown. If not for the screech of words from beyond you might have gotten lost within them. "Cursed! Cursed!" A wildclaw's strained voice echos through out the night. There now stands a dragon draped in rags, blocking your view from the serpent. "Cursed land! You must leave traveler!" She comes closer, gripping your arm with eye full of fear and untamed. "The only thing that awaits you here is imprisonment! Imprisonment you here! Leave this place before it takes you with it! Go, go now!" Her words come out so erratic that it sends your heart thumping. You manage to break free from her grasp as she continues to bellow her warnings into the night as if to warn all living things that come near. And even as you flee from the garden, you can still hear her cries as they twist into the night air. "Cursed! Cursed! Leave before it is to late!" [/i][/size][/color][/font] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=86249242&skin=0&apparel=15320,25048,10659,320,326,25046&xt=dressing.png[/img] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/I4m7QWi.png[/img][/center]