TOPIC | Lore Theme Week: The Progenitor
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A strange boy...
Likes animals and adventures.
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Veyralin, my tiny gen1 daughter and spiritual mother of everyone in the lair. She's been having a rough time recently...
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She started the Clan, and while she may no longer lead it, she will end with it.
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Here's mine...I just got him back not long ago. He was a mirror and I brewed a bogsneak scroll and scattered him a couple times. I'm happy with his colors now. He just needs a new name and more genes.
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Fenuil is my progen, he started the clan almost by accident, but now he's stuck with it. He really tries, though! His mate, Velika (my random progen) does almost everything, but leaves him the management of greeting travelers to keep him appeased.
[center][i][b]My bby girl <3[/b][/i]
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I spent wayyy too much on her, scattered her despite her being xyx to begin with :'D This was my custom girl and I want everyone to love her[/center]
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Althra is no longer the leader of this clan she formed so long ago. She dwells quietly in solitude, speaking only when spoken to, [i]remembering[/i].
That which she cannot change she dwells upon, whispers of a time long past swirling in her sunken eyes. They deemed her an unfit queen, and over her they chose the Usurper; the false king in a thousand currents.
She drove her mate from their clan with confidence in her actions; so sure that he had been the thing that rotted [i]her[/i] clan from inside. Her zealous conviction shattered the image she'd so long maintained, showing instead a wary queen, paranoid of all that she ought trust.
She watched her guardsman; he who fought so cleanly for her, take up the crown that she refused. Silently, she saw him fail to rise and fall instead, and neither wisdom nor compassion did she extend.
Colder she grew with each passing day, no more the queen she had been so long before. Somber eyes told her grief alone, for her voice would not share her tale. So few faces she knows these days, and so few folk know her for who she was.
They are told, on occasion, of the bitter tradequeen, of her scathing tongue and lashing tail. No more than a myth of younger days, this old healer could hardly be she, with battered bones and a grim face, she simply could not be who they say.
'She could not be', hushed voices in Althra's ear call, 'she trembles and does not speak so, our old queen has died long ago.' They do not know their cruelty, they do not know her mind, addled and broken though it is, still she hears and still she knows.
Althra is no longer the leader of this clan she formed so long ago. She dwells quietly in solitude, speaking only when spoken to, remembering.
That which she cannot change she dwells upon, whispers of a time long past swirling in her sunken eyes. They deemed her an unfit queen, and over her they chose the Usurper; the false king in a thousand currents.
She drove her mate from their clan with confidence in her actions; so sure that he had been the thing that rotted her clan from inside. Her zealous conviction shattered the image she'd so long maintained, showing instead a wary queen, paranoid of all that she ought trust.
She watched her guardsman; he who fought so cleanly for her, take up the crown that she refused. Silently, she saw him fail to rise and fall instead, and neither wisdom nor compassion did she extend.
Colder she grew with each passing day, no more the queen she had been so long before. Somber eyes told her grief alone, for her voice would not share her tale. So few faces she knows these days, and so few folk know her for who she was.
They are told, on occasion, of the bitter tradequeen, of her scathing tongue and lashing tail. No more than a myth of younger days, this old healer could hardly be she, with battered bones and a grim face, she simply could not be who they say.
'She could not be', hushed voices in Althra's ear call, 'she trembles and does not speak so, our old queen has died long ago.' They do not know their cruelty, they do not know her mind, addled and broken though it is, still she hears and still she knows.
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This is Saphirosa , the Progenitor of my Clan. She made the Clan and settled , where the story of her and her mate began.