[center][columns][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/CsF1J6b.png[/img][nextcol][color=transparent]_[/color][nextcol][font=times][color=#000][b][size=7]T[/size][size=6]HESE[/size] [size=7]V[/size][size=6]ILE[/size] [size=7]T[/size][size=6]HINGS[/size][/b][nextcol][color=transparent]_[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/lE0nIz6.png[/img][/columns][font=garamond][ a pinkerlocke ]
I think it's my time to finally get around to trying a locke. Now, let's be honest. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? No. Will I be keeping up with this all the time? No. Will it be fun? Challenging? Will I create lots of new lore or lose lots of old dragons? The answer is yes.
Naturally, I will be doing all of those things.
The goal here is to flex my creative muscles, get the lore gears in my lair a-working again. I recently gave all my dragons a home and roles; much better than the midzoned "I like ___, that is my personality." And I want to expand on all the new things I've gotten to working on!
So... here goes.
[b]I'm subbed! Pinging isn't necessary but it is appreciated [emoji=familiar heart][/b][/center]-----[font=garamond][color=#000]
It started with a rumor.
At first, there was nothing special about it- whispers in the dark, mere threads of something that no one really believed anyways. So some old loon shouted at them, what did it matter? He was a fool. A madman. Not a single soul in all of Erystys would be so witless as to put their faith in a homeless Pearlcatcher babbling to the capital, a no one full of delusions of what had once been.
But their kings started to disappear and their crowns went missing, and the people weren't so sure anymore.
Locks clicked, spells learned, taught and cast in quick succession. Knocks and new languages were developed only in [i]hours[/i] by the smartest of them to signify who was free, and who was lost. The aim was protection; the result was far, far from it. You see, no matter how smart the Erystians were... barring oneself behind walls and secrets also barred them from escaping the enemy they couldn't see.
Days, months, went by, only a few were restless.
[i]What made you decide I was lying?[/i]
Years and nearly half the populace was unraveling.
[i]Where are your deities now?,[/i] he would raise his snout in a sneer, looking into the eyes of survivors, who only stared back with wide, scared faces. [i]Where were they when I was right and they were wrong? Where are they to save you?[/i]
A hundred, and the only survivors were the beasts who hadn't let it drive them mad-- or the ones smart enough to know better.
[b][i]Who is your god now?[/i][/b]
A thousand, they finally began to learn how to live with the enemy they couldn't fight.
[i]Not a single one of you is smart enough to escape the Dark, do you know how I know?[/i] His eyes would blink out of turn, the left, the blind one, staring into their souls.
[i]Not a single one of you listened to me.[/i]
-----[center][size=4][font=garamond][color=#3D7B4A]Started 5/16/2024
Projected End Date: [s]Never[/s] Hopefully within the year, but we'll see.[/center]
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[center][font=garamond]Intro • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808649]Rules[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808650]Storyline[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808651]Cast and Memoriam[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808652]Art Book[/url][/center]
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[ a pinkerlocke ]
I think it's my time to finally get around to trying a locke. Now, let's be honest. Do I have any idea what I'm doing? No. Will I be keeping up with this all the time? No. Will it be fun? Challenging? Will I create lots of new lore or lose lots of old dragons? The answer is yes.
Naturally, I will be doing all of those things.
The goal here is to flex my creative muscles, get the lore gears in my lair a-working again. I recently gave all my dragons a home and roles; much better than the midzoned "I like ___, that is my personality." And I want to expand on all the new things I've gotten to working on!
So... here goes.
I'm subbed! Pinging isn't necessary but it is appreciated 
It started with a rumor.
At first, there was nothing special about it- whispers in the dark, mere threads of something that no one really believed anyways. So some old loon shouted at them, what did it matter? He was a fool. A madman. Not a single soul in all of Erystys would be so witless as to put their faith in a homeless Pearlcatcher babbling to the capital, a no one full of delusions of what had once been.
But their kings started to disappear and their crowns went missing, and the people weren't so sure anymore.
Locks clicked, spells learned, taught and cast in quick succession. Knocks and new languages were developed only in hours by the smartest of them to signify who was free, and who was lost. The aim was protection; the result was far, far from it. You see, no matter how smart the Erystians were... barring oneself behind walls and secrets also barred them from escaping the enemy they couldn't see.
Days, months, went by, only a few were restless.
What made you decide I was lying?
Years and nearly half the populace was unraveling.
Where are your deities now?, he would raise his snout in a sneer, looking into the eyes of survivors, who only stared back with wide, scared faces. Where were they when I was right and they were wrong? Where are they to save you?
A hundred, and the only survivors were the beasts who hadn't let it drive them mad-- or the ones smart enough to know better.
Who is your god now?
A thousand, they finally began to learn how to live with the enemy they couldn't fight.
Not a single one of you is smart enough to escape the Dark, do you know how I know? His eyes would blink out of turn, the left, the blind one, staring into their souls.
Not a single one of you listened to me.
Started 5/16/2024
Projected End Date: Never Hopefully within the year, but we'll see.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]Rules:[/b] [i](modified and taken directly from [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2643269/1]Sabariel's adaptation.[/url])[/i]
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[*][font=garamond]If a dragon faints in the Coliseum, it is dead and must be Exalted.
[*][font=garamond]You can buy any dragon from the AH after you've leveled three dragons to level 25.
[*][font=garamond]You can only buy two eggs or G1s a month for the challenge.
[*][font=garamond]You can't scatter scroll a dragon until they've reached level 25.
[*][font=garamond]You can't give a dragon a primary gene until level 10, can't give them a secondary gene until level 15, and can't give them a tertiary gene until level 20.
[*][font=garamond]For every egg you find, whether in the coliseum or by scavenging, you may purchase one breed change for any dragon.
[*][font=garamond]All Locke activity corresponds with the loot you obtain daily from Pinkerton's plundered pile.
[*][font=garamond]Eirawen is the main character. As such, she is unable to be exalted, but should she die, she will be removed from the Locke for the span of seven "weeks". It makes more sense, considering I won't always be doing things every day.
[*][font=garamond]All dragons obtained from the auction house [i]must[/i] be from the Shadow flight. The only non-Shadow dragons accepted are those hatched from flight or breed eggs.
[*][font=garamond]If a dragon is born with special eyes (indicated by icon), they are guaranteed to survive to adulthood. After that, regular Locke rules apply.
[*][font=garamond]When any dragon is obtained, roll two d4s. The rules are as follows:
[indent][font=garamond] If total is over 4: the dragon gets a familiar! They may be joined by a random one from your hoard.
If total is less than 4: the dragon does not get a familiar, though this can always be changed at any point in time.[/indent]
[*][font=garamond]New dragons in the coliseum are protected against death while still level 1. After this level, if a lower level dragon in a higher level venue is killed, the higher level party members have a chance to rescue them in a saving throw, the odds of which are as follows:
[indent][font=garamond] Levels 2-4: Flip a coin. If Heads, they have failed. If Tails, they are successful.
Levels 5-9: They have 1/(level of the dragon at risk - 2) chance of success. IE: A level 5 has 1/3 chance to live, a level 6 has 1/4 chance to live, etc. A random number generator will be used and the saving throw is successful with only the highest possible number.
Level 10: Roll a d10. If 10, they are successful.
Levels 11+: Saving throws no longer apply.
[*][font=garamond]If a dragon has a Familiar and is killed in the coliseum, roll two d4s.
[indent][font=garamond] If total is 8: both the dragon and familiar survives.
If total is over 4: the dragon is saved, but the familiar dies.
If total is less than 4: the dragon dies, but the familiar survives. Equip the familiar to a new dragon. If no dragon can equip the familiar, save the familiar to replace any that die later.[/list][font=garamond]
[i][b]Drops of Fate:[/b][/i]
[b]Food:[/b] [i]Coliseum time![/i]
[center][font=garamond][b]Plants:[/b] 10-20 matches
[b]Insects:[/b] 20-30 matches
[b]Seafood:[/b] 30-40 matches
[b]Meat:[/b] 40-50 matches[/center]
[font=garamond][i]Difficulty - Medium Mode:[/i] You must select coliseum challengers in your lair using a random number generator. Then, select the coliseum arena that corresponds with or is 1 tier down from the highest level dragon of that group. If your dragons level up while in an area, you can still stay there for the whole day. You can quit your battle streak at any time to regen health, and flee from battles if it is appropriate.
[b]Materials and trinkets:[/b] [i]Flex your creative muscles![/i]
[b]Materials:[/b] Do some writing for your Pinkerlocke.
[b]Trinkets:[/b] Do some art for your Pinkerlocke!
[b]Familiars:[/b] Buy the cheapest dragon in the auction house of a specific breed. Use a random number generator (between 1-15) to determine which breed you will get! (Optionally: attach the familiar to the new dragon.)
1. Fae
2. Guardian
3. Mirror
4. Pearlcatcher
5. Ridgeback
6. Tundra
7. Spiral
8. Imperial
9. Snapper
10. Wildclaw
11. Nocturne
12. Coatl
13. Skydancer
14. Bogsneak
15. A random dragon for offers in my lair joins the Locke.
16. [emoji=Ancient] Flip a coin. If heads, roll again for a different breed. If tails, an Ancient now stalks the party. Acquire an Ancient dragon.
[b]Apparel:[/b] Breed two of your dragons. If no dragons are able to breed, you can buy the cheapest G1 on the auction house.
[i]Note:[/i] You must flip a coin for each hatchling once they hatch. If tails, the dragon is dead and you must exalt it. This is in keeping with the original Nuzlocke thread's rule, because I really like it.
[b]Battle items:[/b] [i]Uh-oh!!![/i]
Flip a coin.
Heads = BEASTCLAN.
Tails = Increase the level of three random dragons by 1.
[i]BEASTCLAN rules:[/i] Randomly select three dragons using a random number generator. Fight in the coliseum using the "food" rules 15 rounds, quitting midway if a familiar is discovered or a dragon dies. You must be in a venue equal to halfway between the level of the highest dragon and the lowest dragon, rounding up if it's uneven.
[center][font=garamond][b]THIS ENDS WHEN:[/b]
Eirawen reaches level 25, they reach the city Montethis, [s]or they chance a meeting with the god of darkness.[/s]
[b]THE GAME IS NO LONGER A GAME WHEN:[/b]
They reach the massive stump of the fallen tree that began it all, and when they find their way to trek the long and winding paths.[/center]
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[center][font=garamond][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_3338446]Intro[/url] • Rules • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808650]Storyline[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808651]Cast and Memoriam[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808652]Art Book[/url][/center]
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Rules: (modified and taken directly from Sabariel's adaptation.)
- If a dragon faints in the Coliseum, it is dead and must be Exalted.
- You can buy any dragon from the AH after you've leveled three dragons to level 25.
- You can only buy two eggs or G1s a month for the challenge.
- You can't scatter scroll a dragon until they've reached level 25.
- You can't give a dragon a primary gene until level 10, can't give them a secondary gene until level 15, and can't give them a tertiary gene until level 20.
- For every egg you find, whether in the coliseum or by scavenging, you may purchase one breed change for any dragon.
- All Locke activity corresponds with the loot you obtain daily from Pinkerton's plundered pile.
- Eirawen is the main character. As such, she is unable to be exalted, but should she die, she will be removed from the Locke for the span of seven "weeks". It makes more sense, considering I won't always be doing things every day.
- All dragons obtained from the auction house must be from the Shadow flight. The only non-Shadow dragons accepted are those hatched from flight or breed eggs.
- If a dragon is born with special eyes (indicated by icon), they are guaranteed to survive to adulthood. After that, regular Locke rules apply.
- When any dragon is obtained, roll two d4s. The rules are as follows:
If total is over 4: the dragon gets a familiar! They may be joined by a random one from your hoard.
If total is less than 4: the dragon does not get a familiar, though this can always be changed at any point in time.
- New dragons in the coliseum are protected against death while still level 1. After this level, if a lower level dragon in a higher level venue is killed, the higher level party members have a chance to rescue them in a saving throw, the odds of which are as follows:
Levels 2-4: Flip a coin. If Heads, they have failed. If Tails, they are successful.
Levels 5-9: They have 1/(level of the dragon at risk - 2) chance of success. IE: A level 5 has 1/3 chance to live, a level 6 has 1/4 chance to live, etc. A random number generator will be used and the saving throw is successful with only the highest possible number.
Level 10: Roll a d10. If 10, they are successful.
Levels 11+: Saving throws no longer apply.
- If a dragon has a Familiar and is killed in the coliseum, roll two d4s.
If total is 8: both the dragon and familiar survives.
If total is over 4: the dragon is saved, but the familiar dies.
If total is less than 4: the dragon dies, but the familiar survives. Equip the familiar to a new dragon. If no dragon can equip the familiar, save the familiar to replace any that die later.
Drops of Fate:
Food: Coliseum time!
Plants: 10-20 matches
Insects: 20-30 matches
Seafood: 30-40 matches
Meat: 40-50 matches
Difficulty - Medium Mode: You must select coliseum challengers in your lair using a random number generator. Then, select the coliseum arena that corresponds with or is 1 tier down from the highest level dragon of that group. If your dragons level up while in an area, you can still stay there for the whole day. You can quit your battle streak at any time to regen health, and flee from battles if it is appropriate.
Materials and trinkets: Flex your creative muscles!
Materials: Do some writing for your Pinkerlocke.
Trinkets: Do some art for your Pinkerlocke!
Familiars: Buy the cheapest dragon in the auction house of a specific breed. Use a random number generator (between 1-15) to determine which breed you will get! (Optionally: attach the familiar to the new dragon.)
1. Fae
2. Guardian
3. Mirror
4. Pearlcatcher
5. Ridgeback
6. Tundra
7. Spiral
8. Imperial
9. Snapper
10. Wildclaw
11. Nocturne
12. Coatl
13. Skydancer
14. Bogsneak
15. A random dragon for offers in my lair joins the Locke.
16. 
Flip a coin. If heads, roll again for a different breed. If tails, an Ancient now stalks the party. Acquire an Ancient dragon.
Apparel: Breed two of your dragons. If no dragons are able to breed, you can buy the cheapest G1 on the auction house.
Note: You must flip a coin for each hatchling once they hatch. If tails, the dragon is dead and you must exalt it. This is in keeping with the original Nuzlocke thread's rule, because I really like it.
Battle items: Uh-oh!!!
Flip a coin.
Heads = BEASTCLAN.
Tails = Increase the level of three random dragons by 1.
BEASTCLAN rules: Randomly select three dragons using a random number generator. Fight in the coliseum using the "food" rules 15 rounds, quitting midway if a familiar is discovered or a dragon dies. You must be in a venue equal to halfway between the level of the highest dragon and the lowest dragon, rounding up if it's uneven.
THIS ENDS WHEN:
Eirawen reaches level 25, they reach the city Montethis, or they chance a meeting with the god of darkness.
THE GAME IS NO LONGER A GAME WHEN:
They reach the massive stump of the fallen tree that began it all, and when they find their way to trek the long and winding paths.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446/1#post_56810551]Week One[/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446/1#post_56816227]Week Two[/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56825663]Week Three[/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56842667]Week Four[/url]
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446/1#post_56865280]Week Five[/url]
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[center][font=garamond][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_3338446]Intro[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808649]Rules[/url] • Storyline • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808651]Cast and Memoriam[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808652]Art Book[/url][/center]
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[columns][color=transparent]____[nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90792619][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/907927/90792619.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=garamond] • [b]EIRAWEN[/b] • [u]the loner[/u]
she acted like she was better, she only ever wanted to be[/columns]
[columns][color=transparent]____[nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/94962264][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/949623/94962264.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=garamond] • [b]GHENGIS[/b] • [u]the dedicated[/u]
sarcastic, but more than capable of pulling his weight[/columns]
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[i]Where those lovely dragons choose to take their final slumber, a flower placed on their gravestone. Every one is beautiful.[/i]
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[center][font=garamond][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_3338446]Intro[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808649]Rules[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808650]Storyline[/url] • Cast and Memoriam • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808652]Art Book[/url][/center]
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05/17/2024 - WEEK 1 - [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56810551]A meeting, purely by chance[/url][/size]
I'm still gonna stick the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2099605]link for the flowers[/url] in here.
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[center][font=garamond][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_3338446]Intro[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808649]Rules[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808650]Storyline[/url] • [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3338446#post_56808651]Cast and Memoriam[/url] • Art Book[/center]
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]// Week One \\[/b][/size]
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[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90792619][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/907927/90792619.png[/img][/url]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/4d68zNtZ/20240517-114220.jpg[/img]
"Watch it."
A dragon woke from her slumber as a little Bogsneak hurried by her, clearly preoccupied with his own business. He was carrying a torch, head facefirst in a map. "Sorry." And he shuffled along, looking up every now and then to right himself. Before long, he ran into another part of her body, this time smacking directly into it.
Hissing, she slid forward and in front of him. The harsh orange light of the sun meeting the horizon illuminated the rocky outcropping as the large dragon flicked her tongue at him. He looked young; too young to know what he was doing, too young to deserve the Vile. Not like she was much older.
"That map isn't gonna help you."
Whipping his head over at her, he huffed. "It's much more helpful than you being [i]in my way.[/i] So get out of the way."
He just [i]had[/i] to be difficult, didn't he?
"It's almost dusk."
She could tell he knew what was coming, his eyes shifting, torch trembling with the hand that held it. But she couldn't watch another one get lost to it.
"Come on, I have someplace safe. You can leave in the morning."
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Eirawen and Genghis, I wonder, what is he so afraid of?
Pinkerton was determined to have me draw... I pulled a trinket last night, but it was 2 mins to rollover so I didn't count it xD
Gonna go weekly with the lore regardless of when I pull, makes more sense, and it gives me more time to y'now, work things around? Rather than the day-to-day, it gives room for things to happen, AND a good sense of moving forward in time, too. So we're not just stuck on the same thing over... and over. And over.
Miiight write for a little art context with each one. Maybe not.
// Week One \\
Rasa Pottery Fragment
"Watch it."
A dragon woke from her slumber as a little Bogsneak hurried by her, clearly preoccupied with his own business. He was carrying a torch, head facefirst in a map. "Sorry." And he shuffled along, looking up every now and then to right himself. Before long, he ran into another part of her body, this time smacking directly into it.
Hissing, she slid forward and in front of him. The harsh orange light of the sun meeting the horizon illuminated the rocky outcropping as the large dragon flicked her tongue at him. He looked young; too young to know what he was doing, too young to deserve the Vile. Not like she was much older.
"That map isn't gonna help you."
Whipping his head over at her, he huffed. "It's much more helpful than you being in my way. So get out of the way."
He just had to be difficult, didn't he?
"It's almost dusk."
She could tell he knew what was coming, his eyes shifting, torch trembling with the hand that held it. But she couldn't watch another one get lost to it.
"Come on, I have someplace safe. You can leave in the morning."
Eirawen and Genghis, I wonder, what is he so afraid of?
Pinkerton was determined to have me draw... I pulled a trinket last night, but it was 2 mins to rollover so I didn't count it xD
Gonna go weekly with the lore regardless of when I pull, makes more sense, and it gives me more time to y'now, work things around? Rather than the day-to-day, it gives room for things to happen, AND a good sense of moving forward in time, too. So we're not just stuck on the same thing over... and over. And over.
Miiight write for a little art context with each one. Maybe not.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]// Week Two \\[/b][/size]
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Eirawen slithered through the brush, eyes locked on her prey. Completely unaware, the podid sat feasting on insects in the grass. [i]That’s it…[/i]
She slunk forward, coiling backwards- letting herself get ready to strike and make her kill- and then she lunged, and her spine was free to stretch as her feathers and claws reached out for her target.
[i]Success![/i]
“Eirawen!”
Startled by the sudden call, her head turned and she smacked face first into the mud, neck brushing the little creature before it sped away into the swamplands. “Tell me that’s not who I think it is…” groaning, she opened one of her mud-covered eyes to look at the dragon she’d been stuck with for a [i]week.[/i]
What was his name again?
He stayed the second dusk because he was lonely, and she wasn’t cruel. The third night he’d tried to leave, and having not found another refuge, chased the light back to her den. The fourth and fifth, they got caught in conversation, too interested in getting to understand how a Bogsneak from the eastern shelter ended up far away from home, under the protection of an Auraboa from a fallen refuge.
Last evening, they hunted together, comfortable in their own company. And this one? She had remembered that there was nothing he could offer her. That she was a loner. That she needed no one.
They only slowed her down– proven by the wet muck she had to shake off her feathers.
“Let’s be honest. You weren’t gonna catch it anyways.” A smirk pulled at his features, tongue flicking out in amusement.
“Alright wise guy, I don’t need comments from the skydom. That was my lunch.”
At that, he broke into a boyish grin, tipping his head at her like he was [i]totally[/i] the better hunter. “Hey, I’m just saying. You shouldn’t be getting distracted hunting.”
She slid away, rolling her eyes at the comment. She [i]really[/i] didn’t like him.“Why are you here again?”
“I was gonna tell you- I’m leaving. My ma… she always wanted to go back home to Montethis. I promised one day I’d take her.” Pulling out a little engraved wooden box, he held it out to her. It was sealed shut, carved with symbols she didn’t recognize. Little fae danced along the sides of it, holding inlaid emeralds with glittering, ethereal beauty. A box of memory. A box of ashes.
“You can’t get there without the lantern and you know that.”
Gengren looked at her.
[i]One.
Two.
Three.[/i]
The grove was the only thing killing the silence as they watched each other for endless heartbeats.
[i]One.
Two.[/i]
“I was hoping that maybe…”
[i]Three.[/i]
“...you could come with me.”
Almost instantly, she stared him dead in the face with an intensity only she knew she could muster. “I’m sure you are.”
Ghenli, dismayed at her answer, flicked his eyes down to the moss on the ground. “It’s either that or I go back home, or just… turn into one of [i]his[/i]. You don’t want me with you forever, right? There’s nothing for me back in Charida. If I go back, I’m stuck in a city that had me banished.”
Eirawen didn’t ask about that one- she didn’t know if she wanted to know.
Sighing, she met his gaze with a challenging one of her own. “I’ll go with you. But: we do this my way. No sarcasm, no lazing, no flying, we both have a job and we travel the rivers until we hunt.”
“The rivers? Is that safe?” Genshin shrunk back, as though struck by a hammer or a hefty snapper. “You can see the sky, and they go far north…”
“We have my lantern. It’s safe enough.”
With that, she picked herself up, ready to pack her things and prepare their coffins. It was going to be a long couple of months.
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[s]Aaaand my first real writing! It's kinda short, and I kinda wanted to start it out a little differently, but I have to start getting ready for work, ahah. I'd like to write more next time, or just, I dunno, figure it out a little bit better.
I wanted to introduce their mode of transportation in this one, but I'll have to the next pull.
They don't fly. Just to make it a long trip, they don't fly.
Probably will edit it after I get back home, add more stuff to it that has to get fit in here so they can start their journey.[/s]
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For some context, Montethis is the name of my clan home, also called The Hollow. Charida is all the way on... the other side of the continent. They'll run into a couple of my dragons that moved to Montethis, just not right off the bat.
Fixed! I rewrote the entire thing, and it personally flows a bit better and makes a lot more sense, ahah.
// Week Two \\
Black Wolf Pelt
Eirawen slithered through the brush, eyes locked on her prey. Completely unaware, the podid sat feasting on insects in the grass. That’s it…
She slunk forward, coiling backwards- letting herself get ready to strike and make her kill- and then she lunged, and her spine was free to stretch as her feathers and claws reached out for her target.
Success!
“Eirawen!”
Startled by the sudden call, her head turned and she smacked face first into the mud, neck brushing the little creature before it sped away into the swamplands. “Tell me that’s not who I think it is…” groaning, she opened one of her mud-covered eyes to look at the dragon she’d been stuck with for a week.
What was his name again?
He stayed the second dusk because he was lonely, and she wasn’t cruel. The third night he’d tried to leave, and having not found another refuge, chased the light back to her den. The fourth and fifth, they got caught in conversation, too interested in getting to understand how a Bogsneak from the eastern shelter ended up far away from home, under the protection of an Auraboa from a fallen refuge.
Last evening, they hunted together, comfortable in their own company. And this one? She had remembered that there was nothing he could offer her. That she was a loner. That she needed no one.
They only slowed her down– proven by the wet muck she had to shake off her feathers.
“Let’s be honest. You weren’t gonna catch it anyways.” A smirk pulled at his features, tongue flicking out in amusement.
“Alright wise guy, I don’t need comments from the skydom. That was my lunch.”
At that, he broke into a boyish grin, tipping his head at her like he was totally the better hunter. “Hey, I’m just saying. You shouldn’t be getting distracted hunting.”
She slid away, rolling her eyes at the comment. She really didn’t like him.“Why are you here again?”
“I was gonna tell you- I’m leaving. My ma… she always wanted to go back home to Montethis. I promised one day I’d take her.” Pulling out a little engraved wooden box, he held it out to her. It was sealed shut, carved with symbols she didn’t recognize. Little fae danced along the sides of it, holding inlaid emeralds with glittering, ethereal beauty. A box of memory. A box of ashes.
“You can’t get there without the lantern and you know that.”
Gengren looked at her.
One.
Two.
Three.
The grove was the only thing killing the silence as they watched each other for endless heartbeats.
One.
Two.
“I was hoping that maybe…”
Three.
“...you could come with me.”
Almost instantly, she stared him dead in the face with an intensity only she knew she could muster. “I’m sure you are.”
Ghenli, dismayed at her answer, flicked his eyes down to the moss on the ground. “It’s either that or I go back home, or just… turn into one of his. You don’t want me with you forever, right? There’s nothing for me back in Charida. If I go back, I’m stuck in a city that had me banished.”
Eirawen didn’t ask about that one- she didn’t know if she wanted to know.
Sighing, she met his gaze with a challenging one of her own. “I’ll go with you. But: we do this my way. No sarcasm, no lazing, no flying, we both have a job and we travel the rivers until we hunt.”
“The rivers? Is that safe?” Genshin shrunk back, as though struck by a hammer or a hefty snapper. “You can see the sky, and they go far north…”
“We have my lantern. It’s safe enough.”
With that, she picked herself up, ready to pack her things and prepare their coffins. It was going to be a long couple of months.
Aaaand my first real writing! It's kinda short, and I kinda wanted to start it out a little differently, but I have to start getting ready for work, ahah. I'd like to write more next time, or just, I dunno, figure it out a little bit better.
I wanted to introduce their mode of transportation in this one, but I'll have to the next pull.
They don't fly. Just to make it a long trip, they don't fly.
Probably will edit it after I get back home, add more stuff to it that has to get fit in here so they can start their journey.
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For some context, Montethis is the name of my clan home, also called The Hollow. Charida is all the way on... the other side of the continent. They'll run into a couple of my dragons that moved to Montethis, just not right off the bat.
Fixed! I rewrote the entire thing, and it personally flows a bit better and makes a lot more sense, ahah.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]// Week Three \\[/b][/size]
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"I thought you liked hunting?"
Genghis- she finally asked his name, thank the deities- turned to face her, confusion written in his face. “I do. I mean, I should. I’m supposed to, to survive. But hunting is hard, you know? I miss, a lot, then I just end up frying some river snails.”
Nervously, her claws tapped each other as she looked down, [i]clearly[/i] aware that this was the fourth time this morning she missed a catch. “Maybe… you should hunt. I’m not getting anywhere just trying.”
“Nonsense.” He tugged her into the water, pulling her to where there were [i]very[/i] aggressive but [i]very[/i] unaware chipskinks fairly close. “You think you can catch one of them?”
“I…”
“Just try it.”
“Alright.” Slinking into the shade of a baobab tree, she hid her bright blue feathers behind the lush green of life. Why the Vile only affected dragons was beyond her, but it certainly made living in the Outlands much more pleasant. Curling like a spring, muscles tensed, she waited for the right moment.
And heartbeats passed, the bright chirp of birds lifting the heaviness on her heart. She let herself slip into the peace for a moment, and just for a moment. But one was enough; it relaxed her stance so her caribbean feathers shone like glittering crystals. One was enough to get the hounds behind her to lunge forward, their suspicions confirmed in flashes of sky.
One raised his claws, and then another, fastening his jaws to her neck with a vice-like grip.
Genghis swam over through the mud, his jaws rising from the deep to snap one in half- instant death for one of the forest animals that kept going for the eyes. She kept coiling back like a viper, swinging with her arms and wings to fight their malice with all her might.
Turns out, harmless forest creatures are pretty territorial, and pretty dangerous when you don’t know what you’re doing.
One of them got her right eye- her good eye. Another tore some feathers.
Out of the trees, some webwings came along, clouding what little vision she had left, and all she could feel was a splitting headache as a club knocked into her skull.
And then it was dark.
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So just to be clear, she's not dead. She fainted, and the way I'm going to play it with her is as though she got a concussion and got a coma, or something.
I'm also... very tired right now and going to bed. I should NOT be posting this late, but hey, I couldn't miss posting for the first coli pull [i]where I literally lost Eirawen halfway through--[/i]
Also need to get better at writing death and dying. I'm enthralled with the stuff, and apparently can't write it at ALL. Hm. Good to know.
// Week Three \\
Shale Skitter
"I thought you liked hunting?"
Genghis- she finally asked his name, thank the deities- turned to face her, confusion written in his face. “I do. I mean, I should. I’m supposed to, to survive. But hunting is hard, you know? I miss, a lot, then I just end up frying some river snails.”
Nervously, her claws tapped each other as she looked down, clearly aware that this was the fourth time this morning she missed a catch. “Maybe… you should hunt. I’m not getting anywhere just trying.”
“Nonsense.” He tugged her into the water, pulling her to where there were very aggressive but very unaware chipskinks fairly close. “You think you can catch one of them?”
“I…”
“Just try it.”
“Alright.” Slinking into the shade of a baobab tree, she hid her bright blue feathers behind the lush green of life. Why the Vile only affected dragons was beyond her, but it certainly made living in the Outlands much more pleasant. Curling like a spring, muscles tensed, she waited for the right moment.
And heartbeats passed, the bright chirp of birds lifting the heaviness on her heart. She let herself slip into the peace for a moment, and just for a moment. But one was enough; it relaxed her stance so her caribbean feathers shone like glittering crystals. One was enough to get the hounds behind her to lunge forward, their suspicions confirmed in flashes of sky.
One raised his claws, and then another, fastening his jaws to her neck with a vice-like grip.
Genghis swam over through the mud, his jaws rising from the deep to snap one in half- instant death for one of the forest animals that kept going for the eyes. She kept coiling back like a viper, swinging with her arms and wings to fight their malice with all her might.
Turns out, harmless forest creatures are pretty territorial, and pretty dangerous when you don’t know what you’re doing.
One of them got her right eye- her good eye. Another tore some feathers.
Out of the trees, some webwings came along, clouding what little vision she had left, and all she could feel was a splitting headache as a club knocked into her skull.
And then it was dark.
So just to be clear, she's not dead. She fainted, and the way I'm going to play it with her is as though she got a concussion and got a coma, or something.
I'm also... very tired right now and going to bed. I should NOT be posting this late, but hey, I couldn't miss posting for the first coli pull
where I literally lost Eirawen halfway through--
Also need to get better at writing death and dying. I'm enthralled with the stuff, and apparently can't write it at ALL. Hm. Good to know.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]// Week Four \\[/b][/size]
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He raised his head, and looked at the sleeping giant.
[i]Oh Kain...[/i]
It was his fault she'd been taken down in a rage of wildlife, his fault she'd nearly been dragged away as she fought with her last few waking breaths the creatures that tore her down with feral vigor.
[i]...what have I done?[/i]
Of course, there was the matter of the Dark, and her being too heavy for him to move her all on his own. Being a Bogsneak of [i]immense[/i] wit and talent, naturally, his answer to that tricky problem was to cast a spell that provided them shelter, a "shield", of sorts, from the most severe of the elements.
And naturally, he had to bring the lantern. No amount of magic in all of Erystys could stop the Dark except for one of those enchanted, ancient lamps.
Having so much time to himself, he'd begun to be a little more productive. The past week he'd spent duplicating trees during the day, just to bring them home by nightfall and mend them into the shapes he wanted them to be- large enough to fit a giant, little enough to accommodate a significantly smaller dragon such as him. And hey, who knew? It was big enough that should others join them, they could be absolutely comfortable on a longboat like his.
Ghengis worked in silence, shaving the saplings into logs. It really wasn't all that difficult- his father being a woodcarver, it only came naturally to work quickly with the supple young wood. And before long, he had stacks of a dozen boards sitting in between the pale giant's coils.
"Well, I'm surprised. A little poor boy do so well at something that requires such skill, now that's a sight."
[i]That voice.[/i]
His head swiveled, and he met the vibrant, penetrating green eyes of a gaoler. It took him a moment to put the face to the voice; she looked different from when he last saw her.
"I'm surprised to see a shopowner talking to a [i]little poor boy[/i] who can't buy what she's got."
"Why? I'm making the trek same as you, Ghen, is that so hard to believe?" She hissed at him, rolling her eyes. "It got boring back in Charida."
Ghengis turned around, picking up a large bin. He needed to get back to his work- and get more wood for the boat. He wasn't even partway there. "Lemme quess. Isari got tired of you."
"No, I got tired of her." She huffed, giving him a look.
"Right. And I'm sure you're a gaoler because you could do [i]more[/i] damage." He walked past her, ignoring the death stare she directed when he didn't acknowledge her directly.
"Actually, you'd be surprised. These big, fluffy tails work wonders for destruction." Of course, being the clingy dragon she was, she just had to follow him "quietly". (he could hear her tromping through the mud, huffing when her fur got full of sticks.)
"Come on Pers, there's a river down there you can wash up in. Knock yourself out."
"There is? COOL. I'll be back." And she bounded away, feet falling over eachother as she slid across the marshy ground.
[i]Finally.[/i] Persephone wasn't necessarily a... "friend". More like a dragon he knew from home. He knew she wouldn't leave if she wasn't safe, and she'd probably head back to Charida come nightfall. No matter what, she was a homebody, and they were still only an hour's flight from the town.
Hustling along, he found himself looking backwards as he pulled young trees from the ground, making sure the gaoler wasn't following him. As much as he liked her, he didn't want to be on a [i]trip[/i] with her. He'd done it before- it wasn't a pretty sight.
They started that trip with a mission, they came back with nothing to show for it but bruises and scars. If he had anything to do with it, she'd be here, and then she'd be gone by dusk. He didn't want her to get [i]lost[/i] though.
He wouldn't wish that on anyone.
As soon as he collected a dozen and a half sprouts, he picked up the bin, strapping it between his wings. [i]Shame there aren't any mirrors in the Outlands.[/i] And he went on his way, finding his way back to the shelter by looking into the skies for the spiderweb of pale magic only he could see.
It only took a few minutes, but he hid the bin, nestling himself under one of Eirawen's slumbering wings.
"So."
Persephone met his eyes from across the grove, looking directly into the face of silver and caribbean blue. "So."
"Can I stay the night?"
"Just the night?"
"It's getting dark."
Ghengis looked out over the horizon, watching the sun slowly inch downwards, not yet casting its dangerous shadows over the hills. "You can stay. Not enough time to go back home."
Letting out a sigh of relief, she inched her way in through the magic, curling up along one of the other sides of the giant. [i]Not that she's much smaller.[/i] "Thank you, Ghen." And she turned to him, a smile lighting her vivid eyes.
"Yeah."
They sat for a while, watching the shadows lengthen as they took care to fall asleep, wide, blank eyes lightning the darkness in place of stars.
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I pulled a mat two times in a row, again. Honestly, I don't remember what the second one was, so we're just gonna scrap and call it a fir branch, cause it's pretty.
Haven't checked or re-read this, I just wanted to get it out.
Doing a lot of editing lately! Will probably edit this as well, just for the sake of it.
// Week Four \\
Fir Branch
He raised his head, and looked at the sleeping giant.
Oh Kain...
It was his fault she'd been taken down in a rage of wildlife, his fault she'd nearly been dragged away as she fought with her last few waking breaths the creatures that tore her down with feral vigor.
...what have I done?
Of course, there was the matter of the Dark, and her being too heavy for him to move her all on his own. Being a Bogsneak of immense wit and talent, naturally, his answer to that tricky problem was to cast a spell that provided them shelter, a "shield", of sorts, from the most severe of the elements.
And naturally, he had to bring the lantern. No amount of magic in all of Erystys could stop the Dark except for one of those enchanted, ancient lamps.
Having so much time to himself, he'd begun to be a little more productive. The past week he'd spent duplicating trees during the day, just to bring them home by nightfall and mend them into the shapes he wanted them to be- large enough to fit a giant, little enough to accommodate a significantly smaller dragon such as him. And hey, who knew? It was big enough that should others join them, they could be absolutely comfortable on a longboat like his.
Ghengis worked in silence, shaving the saplings into logs. It really wasn't all that difficult- his father being a woodcarver, it only came naturally to work quickly with the supple young wood. And before long, he had stacks of a dozen boards sitting in between the pale giant's coils.
"Well, I'm surprised. A little poor boy do so well at something that requires such skill, now that's a sight."
That voice.
His head swiveled, and he met the vibrant, penetrating green eyes of a gaoler. It took him a moment to put the face to the voice; she looked different from when he last saw her.
"I'm surprised to see a shopowner talking to a little poor boy who can't buy what she's got."
"Why? I'm making the trek same as you, Ghen, is that so hard to believe?" She hissed at him, rolling her eyes. "It got boring back in Charida."
Ghengis turned around, picking up a large bin. He needed to get back to his work- and get more wood for the boat. He wasn't even partway there. "Lemme quess. Isari got tired of you."
"No, I got tired of her." She huffed, giving him a look.
"Right. And I'm sure you're a gaoler because you could do more damage." He walked past her, ignoring the death stare she directed when he didn't acknowledge her directly.
"Actually, you'd be surprised. These big, fluffy tails work wonders for destruction." Of course, being the clingy dragon she was, she just had to follow him "quietly". (he could hear her tromping through the mud, huffing when her fur got full of sticks.)
"Come on Pers, there's a river down there you can wash up in. Knock yourself out."
"There is? COOL. I'll be back." And she bounded away, feet falling over eachother as she slid across the marshy ground.
Finally. Persephone wasn't necessarily a... "friend". More like a dragon he knew from home. He knew she wouldn't leave if she wasn't safe, and she'd probably head back to Charida come nightfall. No matter what, she was a homebody, and they were still only an hour's flight from the town.
Hustling along, he found himself looking backwards as he pulled young trees from the ground, making sure the gaoler wasn't following him. As much as he liked her, he didn't want to be on a trip with her. He'd done it before- it wasn't a pretty sight.
They started that trip with a mission, they came back with nothing to show for it but bruises and scars. If he had anything to do with it, she'd be here, and then she'd be gone by dusk. He didn't want her to get lost though.
He wouldn't wish that on anyone.
As soon as he collected a dozen and a half sprouts, he picked up the bin, strapping it between his wings. Shame there aren't any mirrors in the Outlands. And he went on his way, finding his way back to the shelter by looking into the skies for the spiderweb of pale magic only he could see.
It only took a few minutes, but he hid the bin, nestling himself under one of Eirawen's slumbering wings.
"So."
Persephone met his eyes from across the grove, looking directly into the face of silver and caribbean blue. "So."
"Can I stay the night?"
"Just the night?"
"It's getting dark."
Ghengis looked out over the horizon, watching the sun slowly inch downwards, not yet casting its dangerous shadows over the hills. "You can stay. Not enough time to go back home."
Letting out a sigh of relief, she inched her way in through the magic, curling up along one of the other sides of the giant. Not that she's much smaller. "Thank you, Ghen." And she turned to him, a smile lighting her vivid eyes.
"Yeah."
They sat for a while, watching the shadows lengthen as they took care to fall asleep, wide, blank eyes lightning the darkness in place of stars.
I pulled a mat two times in a row, again. Honestly, I don't remember what the second one was, so we're just gonna scrap and call it a fir branch, cause it's pretty.
Haven't checked or re-read this, I just wanted to get it out.
Doing a lot of editing lately! Will probably edit this as well, just for the sake of it.
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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[b]// Week Five \\[/b][/size]
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Ghengis clambered through the ruins, pulling himself up and around with heavyset talons. A toridae hissed as it saw him, and he swiped his tail at it, quickly swinging around and climbing up, up, until he reached the top level- the level where he could see the skyline.
He snapped at an unlucky bird that got in the way, finishing it off in one swallow. [i]Finally.[/i]
Turning to face the rising dawn, wisps of darkness drew themselves away and he smiled, taking in the last streams of orange light as they disappeared around him.
Today was the day he'd finally be able to beat that beast.
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Short, I know. Flipped tails on a battle item! Took... literally forever to level him up, it was mildly nightmarish. BUT I'm not gonna change him over. Long as I don't pull a death streak, I might be alright with him at his level 5.
Hopefully he doesn't get too high with Eirawen too low...
// Week Five \\
Ambush
Ghengis clambered through the ruins, pulling himself up and around with heavyset talons. A toridae hissed as it saw him, and he swiped his tail at it, quickly swinging around and climbing up, up, until he reached the top level- the level where he could see the skyline.
He snapped at an unlucky bird that got in the way, finishing it off in one swallow. Finally.
Turning to face the rising dawn, wisps of darkness drew themselves away and he smiled, taking in the last streams of orange light as they disappeared around him.
Today was the day he'd finally be able to beat that beast.
Short, I know. Flipped tails on a battle item! Took... literally forever to level him up, it was mildly nightmarish. BUT I'm not gonna change him over. Long as I don't pull a death streak, I might be alright with him at his level 5.
Hopefully he doesn't get too high with Eirawen too low...
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Her eyes always shone for him, his teeth always flashed at her.
Darling, whatever made you believe I wasn't a monster?
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