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[b]Shira[/b] was by no means a novice courier, but anyone flying from the Windswept Plateau to the Tangled Wood would get [i]tired[/i]. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but thankfully this trip was by no means an urgent one--just a general sweep of his contacts for the season before the dark of the nights of the nocturne.
The band of dragons he encounters on the return trip are certainly news to the skydancer--not more than a handful, perhaps blatantly dangerous-looking individuals. They spot him cautiously gliding above them with wary gazes. Shira could feel the weight of their stares--better make a peaceful introduction, then.
Shira carefully alights on a perhaps meaty(?)-looking mossy rock, taking care to keep his movements as open and telegraphed as possible. He ignores the weight of his bags and his blades and displays a wide smile and empty hands.
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Hello! I am Shira! I am a courier from Cloud Brush of the Windswept Plateau. I was visiting some friends in the Tangled Wood, but I don't believe I have heard of Deer's Death before--do pardon me! It would be an honor to know more of your clan. You all seem very well-suited to your home.
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@grxndsxn i'd like to jump in too, if you don't mind...
News and potential alliances. All for news and potential alliances
Shira was by no means a novice courier, but anyone flying from the Windswept Plateau to the Tangled Wood would get tired. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but thankfully this trip was by no means an urgent one--just a general sweep of his contacts for the season before the dark of the nights of the nocturne.
The band of dragons he encounters on the return trip are certainly news to the skydancer--not more than a handful, perhaps blatantly dangerous-looking individuals. They spot him cautiously gliding above them with wary gazes. Shira could feel the weight of their stares--better make a peaceful introduction, then.
Shira carefully alights on a perhaps meaty(?)-looking mossy rock, taking care to keep his movements as open and telegraphed as possible. He ignores the weight of his bags and his blades and displays a wide smile and empty hands.
Shira wrote:
Hello! I am Shira! I am a courier from Cloud Brush of the Windswept Plateau. I was visiting some friends in the Tangled Wood, but I don't believe I have heard of Deer's Death before--do pardon me! It would be an honor to know more of your clan. You all seem very well-suited to your home.
Clan Cloud Brush
CB/Cuddles/Bunny; 20s, F, SEA
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Krieg had been flying for so long. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It's been months since he'd escaped that chamber, months since he'd been re-assigned an element. Months since he'd started realizing something was wrong with him. It was gradual, littler flickers of energy, his environment whiting out for microseconds. Upstroke, downstroke. He felt his ribcage burn. Everything burns. During his flight, during his time traversing a world no longer familiar to him, it strengthened. All he hears these days is the buzz, the crackle and whines of a great engine. He hears electricity, he hears thunder cracks that simply aren't there. Jungle-green mists collect and snake over his form whenever he takes breaks, crashing to the ground with momentum.
Upstroke, downstroke.
He'd run out of food, water, weeks ago. Relying on the scarce amount of prey he could find. The ground below him looked like great scabs, and so did the local fauna. In the distance sat a great wound, thick with green slurry and a deity stirring it. She never hid herself. He admired that. The challenge, survival of the fittest. Some days, he felt like he wasn't fit.
Upstroke.
He felt himself falling, but didn't really register it until he saw the ground rush up to meet him, bone teeth and jaws of ruddy red open for the taking. He got his feet under him, talons outstretched to catch himself. He was only two meters long with a wingspan to match, smaller than many modern hatchlings. He didn't understand what these mixed dragons around him were saying. He knew of sornieth's common language, however couldn't process it in the state he was in, dazed, confused, and very, [i]very[/i], hungry.
The young dragon spoke up after a long few minutes, taking in each introduction after it came. He showed open distrust to the Gaolers, always keeping himself farther away from them than the others. Even the tundra breed freaked him out. It was only the red eyes that kept him from struggling upwards into the sky in sheer panic. "I am Krieg." A simple, short introduction. Enough to say. He gazed at their clothes curiously, having never seen modern dragons up close. He felt naked in their presence.
(i see all of these long introductions, i hope a shorter one will suffice!
I've been trying to get comfortable in my writing.)
Krieg had been flying for so long. Up, down, up, down, up, down. It's been months since he'd escaped that chamber, months since he'd been re-assigned an element. Months since he'd started realizing something was wrong with him. It was gradual, littler flickers of energy, his environment whiting out for microseconds. Upstroke, downstroke. He felt his ribcage burn. Everything burns. During his flight, during his time traversing a world no longer familiar to him, it strengthened. All he hears these days is the buzz, the crackle and whines of a great engine. He hears electricity, he hears thunder cracks that simply aren't there. Jungle-green mists collect and snake over his form whenever he takes breaks, crashing to the ground with momentum.
Upstroke, downstroke.
He'd run out of food, water, weeks ago. Relying on the scarce amount of prey he could find. The ground below him looked like great scabs, and so did the local fauna. In the distance sat a great wound, thick with green slurry and a deity stirring it. She never hid herself. He admired that. The challenge, survival of the fittest. Some days, he felt like he wasn't fit.
Upstroke.
He felt himself falling, but didn't really register it until he saw the ground rush up to meet him, bone teeth and jaws of ruddy red open for the taking. He got his feet under him, talons outstretched to catch himself. He was only two meters long with a wingspan to match, smaller than many modern hatchlings. He didn't understand what these mixed dragons around him were saying. He knew of sornieth's common language, however couldn't process it in the state he was in, dazed, confused, and very, very, hungry.
The young dragon spoke up after a long few minutes, taking in each introduction after it came. He showed open distrust to the Gaolers, always keeping himself farther away from them than the others. Even the tundra breed freaked him out. It was only the red eyes that kept him from struggling upwards into the sky in sheer panic. "I am Krieg." A simple, short introduction. Enough to say. He gazed at their clothes curiously, having never seen modern dragons up close. He felt naked in their presence.
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
@cuddlebunny
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"Oh yes, sir! We definitely are! See, I wasn't always this way, I originally-" the young Spiral tried to say, before quickly being interrupted by Mirfak.
"No need to make a bad first impression here, Penumbra. Anyway, how has someone from the.. Wind flight gotten here?" he said, seeming suspicious at first.
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Chloroform looked back. He thought of charging at first - the partially unsuccessful transformation to a Gaoler left him aggressive, and his eyesight wasn't as sharp either, but he still had some intelligence and sanity left in him not to mess with Banescales, despite never seeing one in his lifetime.
"Oh yes, sir! We definitely are! See, I wasn't always this way, I originally-" the young Spiral tried to say, before quickly being interrupted by Mirfak.
"No need to make a bad first impression here, Penumbra. Anyway, how has someone from the.. Wind flight gotten here?" he said, seeming suspicious at first.
Chloroform looked back. He thought of charging at first - the partially unsuccessful transformation to a Gaoler left him aggressive, and his eyesight wasn't as sharp either, but he still had some intelligence and sanity left in him not to mess with Banescales, despite never seeing one in his lifetime.
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Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too
@grxndsxn
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The tundra, covered in dead patches of fur scarred from some kind of chemichal burn or disease, approached the group without fear. "What is it like to truly feel death?" She asks them. She seems like she is dead, but not quite. Her eyes are glazed with puss, but you see both life and death within them.
The tundra, covered in dead patches of fur scarred from some kind of chemichal burn or disease, approached the group without fear. "What is it like to truly feel death?" She asks them. She seems like she is dead, but not quite. Her eyes are glazed with puss, but you see both life and death within them.
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A large black Imperial weaved in and out of the Woods' trees. A newcomer had come into their clan and attacked one of their own, seeing in them an easy kill. As per Cassata's orders, such an act was punishable by death, and Rylen had been sent out by his mate to carry out the deed.
The perpetrator had thought that fleeing into the Wastelands would save them. That would be their last mistake.
He frowned as he came across the group of dragons. They looked... dark, as dark as his own clan. Maybe Cassata would want to ally with them, although he wasn't sure who would be their Ambassador, ever since that Tundra had defected.
"Have you seen a Wildclaw anywhere?" he asked in a low voice. "Brown, bright red wings, wearing red feathers. Probably bleeding."
A large black Imperial weaved in and out of the Woods' trees. A newcomer had come into their clan and attacked one of their own, seeing in them an easy kill. As per Cassata's orders, such an act was punishable by death, and Rylen had been sent out by his mate to carry out the deed.
The perpetrator had thought that fleeing into the Wastelands would save them. That would be their last mistake.
He frowned as he came across the group of dragons. They looked... dark, as dark as his own clan. Maybe Cassata would want to ally with them, although he wasn't sure who would be their Ambassador, ever since that Tundra had defected.
"Have you seen a Wildclaw anywhere?" he asked in a low voice. "Brown, bright red wings, wearing red feathers. Probably bleeding."
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A skydancer walks through the wood, speaking to her companion.
"We aren't going to be able to finish it in time if [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=426484&tab=dragon&did=49254076]Tempest[/url] and [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=426484&tab=dragon&did=51179883]Nine[/url] have argued so much they haven't even [i]started[/i] it. We have to start moving aga-" Seeing the clan in the distance she quiets, signalling to the pearlcatcher beside her to stay on guard.
The cracking of a fallen branch alerts them to her presence and the two stand in silence for a moment.
After the clan introduces themselves, Cardinal bows her head. "My name is Cardinal, leader of our own small clan. This is Soul, my second-in-command." At the mention of his name, Soul smiles, although his smile doesn't seem to be coming from a place of welcome.
"That's me. I've got an ironic name, eh?" He lifts his wings, revealing his lack of a pearl - or anything to even carry one. "A pearl's supposedly a 'catcher's soul. Yet I don't have one." Strangely open about his loss, he laughs.
Cardinal sighs, as if she's heard this a thousand times before. "Yes. Thank you. Well, while we're here, could we possibly learn more of your clan? We're a travelling clan so we rarely see other dragons who don't try to attack us on sight."
A skydancer walks through the wood, speaking to her companion.
"We aren't going to be able to finish it in time if Tempest and Nine have argued so much they haven't even started it. We have to start moving aga-" Seeing the clan in the distance she quiets, signalling to the pearlcatcher beside her to stay on guard.
The cracking of a fallen branch alerts them to her presence and the two stand in silence for a moment.
After the clan introduces themselves, Cardinal bows her head. "My name is Cardinal, leader of our own small clan. This is Soul, my second-in-command." At the mention of his name, Soul smiles, although his smile doesn't seem to be coming from a place of welcome.
"That's me. I've got an ironic name, eh?" He lifts his wings, revealing his lack of a pearl - or anything to even carry one. "A pearl's supposedly a 'catcher's soul. Yet I don't have one." Strangely open about his loss, he laughs.
Cardinal sighs, as if she's heard this a thousand times before. "Yes. Thank you. Well, while we're here, could we possibly learn more of your clan? We're a travelling clan so we rarely see other dragons who don't try to attack us on sight."
Taiga
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Hope I can jump in!
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The shimmering Spiral eyed the flowers hanging from the trees above her. They looked quite interesting, perhaps she should pick them up for research even though she hadn't set out to look for flowers at all.
After she'd picked a few to slide into her bag, she moved through the trees with unnaturally fluid grace, the golden markings on her scales flickering and spinning with the dim light. As she passed below a low-hanging branch, the group of birds on it took off with screeches of alarm. Maple let out a briefly amused snort, poison ivy springing up around her claws and curling affectionately around her feet.
As she continued to move on, she felt momentarily that she wasn't alone. She glanced around, spotting a deer peeking out at her from the bushes, probably drawn to her by her sugary, candy-like scent. No, that couldn't be it.
She slid closer to where she'd sensed the presence, the ground below her bubbling as her acidic scales touched it. Maple was too tense to notice it and make it stop. There seemed to be quite a few dragons here, as well...
Seven whole dragons, all different, but gathered in such a dangerous place? How odd. Were they up to anything suspicious? It was entirely possible. Maple wondered if she should approach. There were two Gaolers there, and she'd never talked to one before.
Eventually, Maple's curiosity got the best of her, and she slithered up to them, trying to make herself look unthreatening in case they were hostile. The enchanted carousel ride made sure that she wasn't poisoning anything around her, that would certainly give a bad impression.
"Hello," she responded to their greetings. "My name's Maple. I'm from Pleiades System, over in the Starfall Isles. Not sure if you've heard of us, we're very peculiar, but many clans from Arcane are too. I'm just doing some research on flora and fauna here."
The shimmering Spiral eyed the flowers hanging from the trees above her. They looked quite interesting, perhaps she should pick them up for research even though she hadn't set out to look for flowers at all.
After she'd picked a few to slide into her bag, she moved through the trees with unnaturally fluid grace, the golden markings on her scales flickering and spinning with the dim light. As she passed below a low-hanging branch, the group of birds on it took off with screeches of alarm. Maple let out a briefly amused snort, poison ivy springing up around her claws and curling affectionately around her feet.
As she continued to move on, she felt momentarily that she wasn't alone. She glanced around, spotting a deer peeking out at her from the bushes, probably drawn to her by her sugary, candy-like scent. No, that couldn't be it.
She slid closer to where she'd sensed the presence, the ground below her bubbling as her acidic scales touched it. Maple was too tense to notice it and make it stop. There seemed to be quite a few dragons here, as well...
Seven whole dragons, all different, but gathered in such a dangerous place? How odd. Were they up to anything suspicious? It was entirely possible. Maple wondered if she should approach. There were two Gaolers there, and she'd never talked to one before.
Eventually, Maple's curiosity got the best of her, and she slithered up to them, trying to make herself look unthreatening in case they were hostile. The enchanted carousel ride made sure that she wasn't poisoning anything around her, that would certainly give a bad impression.
"Hello," she responded to their greetings. "My name's Maple. I'm from Pleiades System, over in the Starfall Isles. Not sure if you've heard of us, we're very peculiar, but many clans from Arcane are too. I'm just doing some research on flora and fauna here."
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Visiting friends, and friend of the clan, as I say. The distance makes frequent trips impractical, and Cloud Brush is fairly old but quiet. It is my duty as courier to establish contact with allies and hear news of them!
Alas, it is as I fear--though some allies remain, others have dissolved their union and thusly our alliance.
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I suppose you could understand something like that, ey?
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The skydancer flashes an equally wide smile at the little spiral and the tundra now eyeing him with clear suspicion. He carefully extracts a small pocketbook from his bags--a fairly thick and worn leather one, tied together with string.
Shira wrote:
Visiting friends, and friend of the clan, as I say. The distance makes frequent trips impractical, and Cloud Brush is fairly old but quiet. It is my duty as courier to establish contact with allies and hear news of them!
Alas, it is as I fear--though some allies remain, others have dissolved their union and thusly our alliance.
Shira nods at Mirfak, in sympathy.
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I suppose you could understand something like that, ey?
Clan Cloud Brush
CB/Cuddles/Bunny; 20s, F, SEA
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"It really does depend on what you mean." Penumbra answered. "I'm the only truly undead one here, but my death was centuries ago. I barely remember what it felt like to die, or what it's like to be alive. I guess I'm just used to being dead."
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"Can't say I have," Mirfak answered. "The only Wildclaw I've seen before had a fairly indescribable body color, but purple wings. A clan fairly nearby sent him to spy on us, so if you find him.. let me know."
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The old Snapper was the one that stepped forward this time. She was ancient, possibly an immortal being. "Well, from what Mirfak has said, he started this clan after being exiled from his former one and meeting Anesthesia." she said.
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Ether knew of her brother's tendency to charge at things that frightened him. She knew better than to try to block or restrain him as well, so she simply walked up carefully to the newcomer. She was somewhat startled as well, but didn't try to let it bother her. "I suppose we're a fairly peculiar clan as well." she said.
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"I suppose I do." Mirfak answered.
"It really does depend on what you mean." Penumbra answered. "I'm the only truly undead one here, but my death was centuries ago. I barely remember what it felt like to die, or what it's like to be alive. I guess I'm just used to being dead."
"Can't say I have," Mirfak answered. "The only Wildclaw I've seen before had a fairly indescribable body color, but purple wings. A clan fairly nearby sent him to spy on us, so if you find him.. let me know."
The old Snapper was the one that stepped forward this time. She was ancient, possibly an immortal being. "Well, from what Mirfak has said, he started this clan after being exiled from his former one and meeting Anesthesia." she said.
Ether knew of her brother's tendency to charge at things that frightened him. She knew better than to try to block or restrain him as well, so she simply walked up carefully to the newcomer. She was somewhat startled as well, but didn't try to let it bother her. "I suppose we're a fairly peculiar clan as well." she said.
Tobias | He/Him | Fiesta de Muertos and The Flying Trapeze (100 hatchling challenges)
Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too