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August 10, 2022 02:40:48

One night, a comet fell on a certain town. The events that followed will haunt many for generations to come... Welcome to

All dragons here are rescued from exalt or donated from fodder. This post is to keep track of all dragons involved in this story, as well as to preserve any stories in case a dragon gets exalted and their description deleted.

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The first

Comet

The fragments

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____________________________________ Artist

__ Jadenal

The demons

Scoril

Rumination

Dye

Redu

Trois

Ezequiel

Jinx

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____________________________________ Tabu

___ Trixst

Townspeople

Waw

Vanilla

Latte

Mechina

Opal

Vital

Julian

Rayne

Jester

Glitch

Sylvestrie

Prim

Rue

Rouge

River

Roanne

Ronan

Kai

Cove

Caspian

Selene

Mieru

Dania

CosmicDream

Shimmer

Shard

Chai

Careena

Mint

Bellina

Lacey

Charin

Kat

Kit

Bloodpool

ChocoCherry

Kiru

Flamerule

Quirath

Frosting

Beet

Tomato

Mesu

Droplet

Mixer

Char

Agate

Sarah

Clara

Citron

Goblet

Tol

Waven

Signal

Faith

Carpal

Achaius

Astro

Aloin

Outsiders

Carminite

Welue

Seabreeze

Storm

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Apr 24, 2023 04:57:58 by Pockyyy

[img]https://i.imgur.com/aYN22sR.png[/img] [center][size=7][color=Darkgreen][font=Century][b]Comet[/b], the first [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79562716][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/795628/79562716_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [columns][img]https://i.imgur.com/22yYmRF.png [/img] [nextcol] Comet fell. Burning, blazing through the sky. Unsure of whether or not she was alive or dead. Unsure if she had ever even existed in the first place. Just before her brief period of consciousness ended she saw something below her. A place that, although it was night, dark, was full of lights. Tiny flames burning, just like her. She could feel herself tearing apart, and at that moment she realized she was scared of death. So somehow, without knowing how, she split herself into two. And fell. Into that town full of lights. [/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3cuRNty.png[/img] Comet's fragments [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78954193][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/789542/78954193.png[/img][/url][emoji=star size=1][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78727807][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/787279/78727807.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [size=5]The only one who saw her... [u][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78942086][color=grey][size=6]Waw[/url][/u] [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78942086] [img]https://i.imgur.com/k2eWhHJ.png[/img] [nextcol]Waw had seen the signs, many months ago. The comet that fell that had started all of this. She had searched for it, but found no trace. It was all she could do to hope it had burned up and died, that what her magic had told her was wrong. But after the killings started, she knew that was not the case. It had brought something with it, something evil. Waw had never trained with traditional magic. It was something that had been passed onto her by her mother, and was told it had been in the family for generations. Some people had called it 'cult magic' and scorned it. But this was the only hope. To rid this town of the curse. [/columns]

Pockyyy

903

August 10, 2022 02:43:06

Comet, the first

Comet fell.

Burning, blazing through the sky. Unsure of whether or not she was alive or dead. Unsure if she had ever even existed in the first place.

Just before her brief period of consciousness ended she saw something below her. A place that, although it was night, dark, was full of lights. Tiny flames burning, just like her.

She could feel herself tearing apart, and at that moment she realized she was scared of death. So somehow, without knowing how, she split herself into two.

And fell. Into that town full of lights.

Comet's fragments

The only one who saw her...
Waw

Waw had seen the signs, many months ago. The comet that fell that had started all of this.

She had searched for it, but found no trace. It was all she could do to hope it had burned up and died, that what her magic had told her was wrong.

But after the killings started, she knew that was not the case. It had brought something with it, something evil.

Waw had never trained with traditional magic. It was something that had been passed onto her by her mother, and was told it had been in the family for generations. Some people had called it 'cult magic' and scorned it.

But this was the only hope. To rid this town of the curse.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Sep 24, 2022 02:25:30 by Pockyyy

[center][size=7][color=Darkgreen][font=Century]Artist [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78954193][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/789542/78954193_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/hlUjNaE.png [/img] [nextcol] Artist knew she had to create. But nothing less than perfection could sate her. Her first creation she modeled after the things she saw around her - the world, other dragon's creations, her own body. But it was imperfect. She then tried to use a base - a model. Using what this world had already given her as a basis for perfection. But trying to improve on someone else's work just left behind something worse than either could have created on their own. Finally she settled on making something, learning from her mistakes, and improving on them. But even after the third iteration, it was not enough. Nearing perfection was useless to her. It had to be. Perfect. So she kept working, building, day in day out. Refusing to stop until she had perfection sitting before her. [/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3cuRNty.png[/img] Artist's creations [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78858085][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/788581/78858085p.png[/img][/url][emoji=glimmer tile size=1][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=79599641][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/795997/79599641p.png[/img][/url][emoji=glimmer tile size=1][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78569778][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/785698/78569778p.png[/img][/url][emoji=glimmer tile size=1][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78569777][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/785698/78569777p.png[/img][/url][emoji=glimmer tile size=1][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78569776][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/785698/78569776p.png[/img][/url][/center] [size=6]Artist's interactions ----- [size=6][color=Burlywood ][u] Vanilla [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569812 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/licnW6F.png [/img] [nextcol] Vanilla jumped to his feet as the bell rang, announcing a new customer. He had never seen this dragon before, but she had the aura of a great artist about her. And after a brief introduction he found out that she was a sculptor, like him and his brother. "What are you making?" He asked the wary dragon, as he pointed out his favorite chisels and hammers. The aberration was unable to get the words out at first, as if she was struggling to form fit her thoughts into a way she could express vocally. Eventually she just settled on one word. "Perfection." [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Slategray ][u] Latte [columns]Latte had never taken inspiration from the world around him. Whenever he started a sculpture, he would look inside himself and see what he could find. You can see how it would be startling to then see a dragon who looks strikingly like one of your creations walking the streets. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569811 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/ei9T0vl.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6] How Artist's life ended... ----- [size=6][color= Sandybrown ][u] Mechina [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78398068 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/w7qSGBr.png [/img] [nextcol]Mechina had been a mechanic for many years. He was friendly with the locals, would help fix stuff for free and lend you equipment if you needed it. One day he was approached by a dragon he hadn't seen much of, but after saying she knew Vanilla from the art supplies store, he decided to trust her. She just wanted some tools for one of her 'creations' she said. Taking a saw, nails, and a few other pieces of equipment she left, with a promise that she would show Mechina the finished product when she was done. He always liked supporting local artists. But after his equipment wasn't returned for a few weeks, he decided to investigate. After a short while he managed to find where she was supposed to work out of. After no reply he decided to let himself in. He did need his equipment back, after all. What he saw in there changed him. Blood and bones lined the walls. This wasn't art. This was... something else. Lying in the middle stood the creation, a 'dragon', half complete. Bits of flesh sewn together like patchwork. Leaving, silently, making sure to erase all signs of his presence, he stumbled home. This 'artist' was no dragon. It was doing something horrible. And it had to be stopped. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Slategray ][u] Opal [columns]Opal heard the story from his brother, Mechina . A demon had taken root in this town, and was living in an abandoned workshop on the outskirts of town. It was in that shed that something terrible was happening. And he was going to stop it. Clad in armor, he knocked on the door. No response. Silently he pushed the door open, and was greeted by the sight that had been described in detail by Mechina through choked sobs. It was even worse in person, that thing lying on the table, blood bones sinew muscle organs scales, all organized in a way that crudely represented a dragon. Incomplete. However this time there was something new. On the table, engrossed in her work, the demon sat with her back facing the door, trying to join muscle to bone. Opal did not allow fear to enter his heart. This had to be done quickly. Without making a sound, without breathing, he drew closer to that back. All that could be heard was the clicking of bone to bone. She was only a small abberation. It was over quick. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78398066 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/5x1WwF5.png [/img] [/columns]-----

Pockyyy

903

August 10, 2022 02:48:04

Artist

Artist knew she had to create. But nothing less than perfection could sate her.

Her first creation she modeled after the things she saw around her - the world, other dragon's creations, her own body. But it was imperfect.

She then tried to use a base - a model. Using what this world had already given her as a basis for perfection. But trying to improve on someone else's work just left behind something worse than either could have created on their own.

Finally she settled on making something, learning from her mistakes, and improving on them. But even after the third iteration, it was not enough. Nearing perfection was useless to her. It had to be. Perfect.

So she kept working, building, day in day out. Refusing to stop until she had perfection sitting before her.

Artist's creations

Artist's interactions

Vanilla

Vanilla jumped to his feet as the bell rang, announcing a new customer. He had never seen this dragon before, but she had the aura of a great artist about her.

And after a brief introduction he found out that she was a sculptor, like him and his brother.

"What are you making?" He asked the wary dragon, as he pointed out his favorite chisels and hammers.

The aberration was unable to get the words out at first, as if she was struggling to form fit her thoughts into a way she could express vocally. Eventually she just settled on one word.

"Perfection."

Latte

Latte had never taken inspiration from the world around him. Whenever he started a sculpture, he would look inside himself and see what he could find.

You can see how it would be startling to then see a dragon who looks strikingly like one of your creations walking the streets.

How Artist's life ended...

Mechina

Mechina had been a mechanic for many years. He was friendly with the locals, would help fix stuff for free and lend you equipment if you needed it.

One day he was approached by a dragon he hadn't seen much of, but after saying she knew Vanilla from the art supplies store, he decided to trust her. She just wanted some tools for one of her 'creations' she said.

Taking a saw, nails, and a few other pieces of equipment she left, with a promise that she would show Mechina the finished product when she was done. He always liked supporting local artists.

But after his equipment wasn't returned for a few weeks, he decided to investigate. After a short while he managed to find where she was supposed to work out of. After no reply he decided to let himself in. He did need his equipment back, after all.

What he saw in there changed him. Blood and bones lined the walls. This wasn't art. This was... something else.

Lying in the middle stood the creation, a 'dragon', half complete. Bits of flesh sewn together like patchwork.

Leaving, silently, making sure to erase all signs of his presence, he stumbled home.

This 'artist' was no dragon. It was doing something horrible. And it had to be stopped.

Opal

Opal heard the story from his brother, Mechina . A demon had taken root in this town, and was living in an abandoned workshop on the outskirts of town.

It was in that shed that something terrible was happening. And he was going to stop it.

Clad in armor, he knocked on the door. No response. Silently he pushed the door open, and was greeted by the sight that had been described in detail by Mechina through choked sobs.

It was even worse in person, that thing lying on the table, blood bones sinew muscle organs scales, all organized in a way that crudely represented a dragon. Incomplete.

However this time there was something new. On the table, engrossed in her work, the demon sat with her back facing the door, trying to join muscle to bone.

Opal did not allow fear to enter his heart. This had to be done quickly.

Without making a sound, without breathing, he drew closer to that back. All that could be heard was the clicking of bone to bone.

She was only a small abberation. It was over quick.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Sep 23, 2022 06:23:35 by Pockyyy

[center][size=7][color=Darkgreen][font=Century]Jadenal [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78727807][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/787279/78727807_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/p0widZc.png [/img] [nextcol] Jadenal opened her eyes, looking up at the dark sky that spread out above her. Something was off, something was... wrong. Who was she? Why was she here? What was this feeling that hung so heavy in her chest. It felt like she had been alive for a long, long time, but her memories only began a few minutes ago. However, she knew how to live, how to feel. Like most living creatures, she had a desire to continue her lineage. In a sense, make more of herself. And somehow, she knew how to do it. She created dragons that looked like those who inhabited this world. But they were wrong, all wrong. Yes, they looked like dragons on the outside but inside she could tell there was something twisted, something dark. The same thing that resided in her. Jandenal couldn't help herself, making more of these things, part dragon part... something else. Confused, scared, alone, just like her. Until one day she just... stopped. [/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/3cuRNty.png[/img] Jadenal's creations [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78440991][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/784410/78440991p.png[/img][/url][emoji=glimmer tile size=1] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=79590563][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/795906/79590563p.png[/img][/url] [emoji=glimmer tile size=1] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=78951975][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/789520/78951975p.png[/img][/url] [emoji=glimmer tile size=1] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=80482212][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/804823/80482212p.png[/img][/url][/center] ----- [center][size=6] A... friend?[/center] ----- [size=6][color= Maroon ][u] Careena [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78950905 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/V12Pv4F.png [/img] [nextcol] Careena had a large heart. A heart that was so large it would lead to her downfall. Every living thing contains some evil, and some good. She had always believed it was a choice whether you see the good or bad in a dragon's heart. And every time, she chose to see the good, even if she had to search hard for it. So when a dragon like her met a demon, whose very essence is evil, what became of her? Well, when there is no good to be found, she decided to make some. --- It was a cold night when Careena met Jadenal. She had been wandering along the riverbank, when she came across a veilspun whose heart wept with agony. She knew it was dangerous, she knew that approaching this dragon could end in her demise. But she also knew there was no way she could walk away and abandon this poor creature. Instead she spoke to it, tried to help her. Eventually hid her from the townspeople that were calling for her blood. After many months, she had turned the demons heart. It wasn't easy, you can never know if what you are doing is truly right or wrong. And try as she might, in the end there was only ever evil in that demon's heart. So Careena could only find one solution. Convince the demon to rid itself from this world. To remove the evil from it, before it could make any more. [/columns] ----- [center][size=6]Her end[/center] [size=6][color= Mediumseagreen ][u] Mint [columns] One night, Mint was staring at the night sky. For a few weeks now they had been banned from leaving their homes after dark due to the recent murders, so she had to give up her hobby of stargazing. So instead of trekking to the fields every night, she would just look out her window and enjoy the stars and constellations that hung in the night sky. But tonight there was more than starts in the sky. A small dragon, shining green was flying up, and up, as high and fast as her tiny wings could take her. Mint held her breath, watching this dragon's strange activities, as she climbed higher and higher. Soon, the dragon appeared to tire, her wings beating slower and slower. Until she was unable to fly anymore and fell back to the ground. Mint closed her eyes as she fell. She didn't want to see it. There was no way a dragon could survive a fall from that height. She never knew what drove that dragon to try and fly so high into the sky that night, but a few days later the curfew was listed. Although Mint searched for the dragon, and asked about her, she got no return. There was no dead body, nothing. At least now she could get back to stargazing. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80713281 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/C6yekns.png [/img] [/columns]

Pockyyy

903

September 02, 2022 05:28:46

Jadenal

Jadenal opened her eyes, looking up at the dark sky that spread out above her. Something was off, something was... wrong. Who was she? Why was she here? What was this feeling that hung so heavy in her chest.

It felt like she had been alive for a long, long time, but her memories only began a few minutes ago. However, she knew how to live, how to feel.

Like most living creatures, she had a desire to continue her lineage. In a sense, make more of herself. And somehow, she knew how to do it. She created dragons that looked like those who inhabited this world.

But they were wrong, all wrong. Yes, they looked like dragons on the outside but inside she could tell there was something twisted, something dark. The same thing that resided in her.

Jandenal couldn't help herself, making more of these things, part dragon part... something else. Confused, scared, alone, just like her.

Until one day she just... stopped.

Jadenal's creations

A... friend?

Careena

Careena had a large heart. A heart that was so large it would lead to her downfall.

Every living thing contains some evil, and some good. She had always believed it was a choice whether you see the good or bad in a dragon's heart. And every time, she chose to see the good, even if she had to search hard for it.

So when a dragon like her met a demon, whose very essence is evil, what became of her?

Well, when there is no good to be found, she decided to make some.

---

It was a cold night when Careena met Jadenal. She had been wandering along the riverbank, when she came across a veilspun whose heart wept with agony.

She knew it was dangerous, she knew that approaching this dragon could end in her demise. But she also knew there was no way she could walk away and abandon this poor creature.

Instead she spoke to it, tried to help her. Eventually hid her from the townspeople that were calling for her blood.

After many months, she had turned the demons heart. It wasn't easy, you can never know if what you are doing is truly right or wrong.

And try as she might, in the end there was only ever evil in that demon's heart. So Careena could only find one solution.

Convince the demon to rid itself from this world. To remove the evil from it, before it could make any more.

Her end

Mint

One night, Mint was staring at the night sky. For a few weeks now they had been banned from leaving their homes after dark due to the recent murders, so she had to give up her hobby of stargazing.

So instead of trekking to the fields every night, she would just look out her window and enjoy the stars and constellations that hung in the night sky.

But tonight there was more than starts in the sky. A small dragon, shining green was flying up, and up, as high and fast as her tiny wings could take her.

Mint held her breath, watching this dragon's strange activities, as she climbed higher and higher. Soon, the dragon appeared to tire, her wings beating slower and slower.

Until she was unable to fly anymore and fell back to the ground.

Mint closed her eyes as she fell. She didn't want to see it. There was no way a dragon could survive a fall from that height.

She never knew what drove that dragon to try and fly so high into the sky that night, but a few days later the curfew was listed. Although Mint searched for the dragon, and asked about her, she got no return. There was no dead body, nothing.

At least now she could get back to stargazing.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Sep 24, 2022 06:07:41 by Pockyyy

[center][size=7][color=Crimson][font=Century]Scoril and... friends [/size]Scoril was the first creation of Artist. After being classed as imperfect, he was enrolled in school and left to go live a 'normal' life... and instructed to never contact Artist. ----- [size=6][color=Darkred][font=System][u]Scoril[/u] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78858085][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/788581/78858085_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/CTUvet2.png [/img] [nextcol] Scoril went to school, like any other dragon. His shining wings and sparkling body made him quite popular, so he never had a shortage of friends. He would go to school clubs, do sports, study. Just like any other dragon. But he knew deep down, he wasn't the same as the others. He felt disconnected, unsure of why other dragons seemed so happy when they won a match, or upset when they failed a test. And he didn't know why he had no parents at home, like all the other dragons seemed to. There was only one thing that gave him any sense of feeling. It wasn't love, competition, or loss. Although unsure of why he felt the need to do it, all he knew is he could never tell another soul. Ever. [/columns] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/3ov5hj1ydbonnao/firemid.png[/img] [size=6]Scoril's school life ----- [size=6][color=Darkred][u]Vital [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79055036][img]https://i.imgur.com/sH4WSio.png[/img] [nextcol] Vital's breathing stopped as she drew the bowstring back. Focusing her eyes on the taget way out infront of her, she blocked out everything but that golden circle she had to hit. There weren't many dragons who could hear their own heartbeat, but she was able to silence the world around her until she could hear the blood rushing past her ears. There was nothing else. Just her and this arrow. The rest of the world didn't matter. She fired in-between heart beats. The arrow soared through the air and hit, dead on target. From the side her archery partner said cooly to her "You had your eyes shut again. You're more lightly to miss that way." "But I don't." She smirked back. "You did last week, when I didn't." Scoril replied. It was so matter-of-fact it almost annoyed her. He wasn't bragging, just saying the truth. But she would never let herself get riled up. An archer needs a cool mind. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Darkgoldenrod ][u] Julian [columns]Julian was, like most of her siblings, sent to a normal school disconnected from her royal heritage. But she couldn't wait to come of age and be allowed to take up a position in the palace. It was a rebellious spirit at first that made her go after one of the 'bad boys' at school. Scoril had a dangerous aura about him, that she could sense. She dreamed of presenting him to her father and watching him get angry at her for not getting a proper boyfriend. But over time, her feelings grew towards this dragon. Maybe it would be hard to leave this simple life, after all. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75340873][img] https://i.imgur.com/oZxO2Ew.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Darkviolet ][u] Rayne [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79561245][img] https://i.imgur.com/jT8ZISF.png [/img] [nextcol] Rayne worked hard at school. He would always pay attention to what the teacher was saying, and would always take neat notes in case anyone wanted to borrow them... In case she wanted to borrow them. Everyone remembers their first crush. They way they made your heart flutter every time they spoke to you. Although he was sure he wasn't her only secret admirer - she was a princess, technically, after all - he made every effort to let his love show and make her life as happy as possible. It just broke his heart every time he saw her staring across the room at the dragons who broke the rules, who weren't nice to girls, who... didn't take neat notes. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Sienna ][u] Glitch [columns]Glitch's heart blazed in a flame of pride, glory, and... hate. This was the best she had ever been, she had trained months for this and today, she had beaten the school record. So then how, HOW did she get beaten. With her face like stone, a mask concealing his true feelings she lowered her head to the victor, her rival, Scoril. Under her breath she muttered, "How did you do it." Confused, Scoril replied "I just have to do better than you to win, right? So that's what I did." Glitch jerked her head up, and hoped with all her heart that the flames burning in her eyes right now could reach through space to burn Scoril to ash. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78398067][img] https://i.imgur.com/L4DsxuB.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Indigo ][u] Sylvestrie [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78946198][img] https://i.imgur.com/EGVhqae.png [/img] [nextcol]Sylvestrie sighed as she closed the book she had been reading. Looking around she realized that she must be the last dragon in the library, and that it was much later than she had thought. But as she got up to leave, she heard a noise, a crash. Scared, but also concerned, she moved towards the window the sound had emanated from. Outside was pitch black. She couldn't see a thing. Then a scream cut through the air, shrill and panicked. It only lasted a second before being cut off, but that was enough time for Sylvestrie to bolt. She had heard the rumors, she knew that dragons had been disappearing and dying recently. It wasn't until she had reached the top floor of the library and she had stuffed herself behind a large pile of books that she allowed herself to catch her breath. She wasn't going to be leaving tonight. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Midnightblue ][u] Jester [columns] Jester never really had a talent for teaching others. So why then did she decide to become a teacher. In her heart, she knew the answer. She had seen what a troubled childhood could do to a dragon, and wanted to support those who had no support elsewhere. For a long time, she had helped students relentlessly until their problems had been solved. That was until she met with one student. His name was Scoril, and when asked about his parents he said he had none. This confused Jester as someone had signed him up for this school. She had assumed something was wrong at home, so called him in for a private chat. But... every time she had attempted to make him talk about what he does outside of school he went silent, and eventually told her to stop asking. It wasn't until he looked at her with something she could only describe as pure evil did she stop, and let him leave. She couldn't sleep that night. Watching him the next day, he looked happy. But Jester knew there was something residing beneath that surface. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78268544][img] https://i.imgur.com/CWXnG2R.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6] How it ended... ----- [size=6][color= Hotpink ][u] Prim [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79977457 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/AmZGls9.png [/img] [nextcol] Prim had seen it. She had seen it all. An abberation with a mane like fire, transforming the street into a river of blood. This thing... was no mortal dragon. For a while she had been too scared to move, to even breathe. But slowly she came to her senses. The police! The police had to be notified. They could do something about this dragon, surely. But in the back of her mind, she knew the police here were no match. Many dragons would die before they got rid of this monster. So instead she turned to other means, something she had been told of long ago. She sent word for them, for help, for a dragon to come along and stop this... this [i]thing[/i]. Dragons that have killed a creature like this before. The demon hunters. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Darkred ][u] Carminite [columns] Carminite watched the dragons pour out of the school, talking about their day, plans for later, complaining about homework. Just another day, another ordinary school full of ordinary students. But he knew that among them lurked something evil. He spotted him as he left, matching the description of the abberation with a 'mane like flame'. From the school records she had learned his name was Scoril, and had joined the school a year ago. Who knows how many he had killed in that time. He almost didn't want to know. Getting her partner's attention, she pointed him out. That was the target. They would strike tonight. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78952175 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/GtF0quR.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][u] Welue [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78951834 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/mci7K8L.png [/img] [nextcol] Welue stoof before the dragon as it hissed at him, backed into a corner. With those injuries any normal dragon would be dead, but this was no ordinary dragon. It was a demon. Not the first she had seen, and for sure not the last. Although it was never easy seeing another living thing in pain, she knew this one had hurt many innocent dragons. This thing deserved to die. Looking in its eyes, she saw the hate it held towards her, the one who was going to end its life. But she also saw fear, and pain. Confusion as to why this was happening. She decided to end things quick. There was no use for this sort of suffering. Giving the signal, her partner Carminite swooped down from above and cleaved its head straight off. It was over. [/columns]-----

Pockyyy

903

September 23, 2022 06:05:49

Scoril and... friends

Scoril was the first creation of Artist. After being classed as imperfect, he was enrolled in school and left to go live a 'normal' life... and instructed to never contact Artist.

Scoril

Scoril went to school, like any other dragon. His shining wings and sparkling body made him quite popular, so he never had a shortage of friends.

He would go to school clubs, do sports, study. Just like any other dragon.

But he knew deep down, he wasn't the same as the others. He felt disconnected, unsure of why other dragons seemed so happy when they won a match, or upset when they failed a test. And he didn't know why he had no parents at home, like all the other dragons seemed to.

There was only one thing that gave him any sense of feeling. It wasn't love, competition, or loss. Although unsure of why he felt the need to do it, all he knew is he could never tell another soul. Ever.

Scoril's school life

Vital

Vital's breathing stopped as she drew the bowstring back. Focusing her eyes on the taget way out infront of her, she blocked out everything but that golden circle she had to hit.

There weren't many dragons who could hear their own heartbeat, but she was able to silence the world around her until she could hear the blood rushing past her ears. There was nothing else. Just her and this arrow. The rest of the world didn't matter.

She fired in-between heart beats. The arrow soared through the air and hit, dead on target.

From the side her archery partner said cooly to her "You had your eyes shut again. You're more lightly to miss that way."

"But I don't." She smirked back.

"You did last week, when I didn't." Scoril replied. It was so matter-of-fact it almost annoyed her. He wasn't bragging, just saying the truth.

But she would never let herself get riled up. An archer needs a cool mind.

Julian

Julian was, like most of her siblings, sent to a normal school disconnected from her royal heritage. But she couldn't wait to come of age and be allowed to take up a position in the palace.

It was a rebellious spirit at first that made her go after one of the 'bad boys' at school. Scoril had a dangerous aura about him, that she could sense. She dreamed of presenting him to her father and watching him get angry at her for not getting a proper boyfriend.

But over time, her feelings grew towards this dragon. Maybe it would be hard to leave this simple life, after all.

Rayne

Rayne worked hard at school. He would always pay attention to what the teacher was saying, and would always take neat notes in case anyone wanted to borrow them... In case she wanted to borrow them.

Everyone remembers their first crush. They way they made your heart flutter every time they spoke to you. Although he was sure he wasn't her only secret admirer - she was a princess, technically, after all - he made every effort to let his love show and make her life as happy as possible.

It just broke his heart every time he saw her staring across the room at the dragons who broke the rules, who weren't nice to girls, who... didn't take neat notes.

Glitch

Glitch's heart blazed in a flame of pride, glory, and... hate. This was the best she had ever been, she had trained months for this and today, she had beaten the school record.

So then how, HOW did she get beaten. With her face like stone, a mask concealing his true feelings she lowered her head to the victor, her rival, Scoril.

Under her breath she muttered, "How did you do it."

Confused, Scoril replied "I just have to do better than you to win, right? So that's what I did."

Glitch jerked her head up, and hoped with all her heart that the flames burning in her eyes right now could reach through space to burn Scoril to ash.

Sylvestrie

Sylvestrie sighed as she closed the book she had been reading. Looking around she realized that she must be the last dragon in the library, and that it was much later than she had thought.

But as she got up to leave, she heard a noise, a crash. Scared, but also concerned, she moved towards the window the sound had emanated from.

Outside was pitch black. She couldn't see a thing.

Then a scream cut through the air, shrill and panicked. It only lasted a second before being cut off, but that was enough time for Sylvestrie to bolt. She had heard the rumors, she knew that dragons had been disappearing and dying recently.

It wasn't until she had reached the top floor of the library and she had stuffed herself behind a large pile of books that she allowed herself to catch her breath. She wasn't going to be leaving tonight.

Jester

Jester never really had a talent for teaching others. So why then did she decide to become a teacher.

In her heart, she knew the answer. She had seen what a troubled childhood could do to a dragon, and wanted to support those who had no support elsewhere.

For a long time, she had helped students relentlessly until their problems had been solved. That was until she met with one student.

His name was Scoril, and when asked about his parents he said he had none. This confused Jester as someone had signed him up for this school.

She had assumed something was wrong at home, so called him in for a private chat. But... every time she had attempted to make him talk about what he does outside of school he went silent, and eventually told her to stop asking.

It wasn't until he looked at her with something she could only describe as pure evil did she stop, and let him leave. She couldn't sleep that night.

Watching him the next day, he looked happy. But Jester knew there was something residing beneath that surface.

How it ended...

Prim

Prim had seen it. She had seen it all. An abberation with a mane like fire, transforming the street into a river of blood. This thing... was no mortal dragon.

For a while she had been too scared to move, to even breathe. But slowly she came to her senses.

The police! The police had to be notified. They could do something about this dragon, surely.

But in the back of her mind, she knew the police here were no match. Many dragons would die before they got rid of this monster.

So instead she turned to other means, something she had been told of long ago.

She sent word for them, for help, for a dragon to come along and stop this... this thing. Dragons that have killed a creature like this before. The demon hunters.

Carminite

Carminite watched the dragons pour out of the school, talking about their day, plans for later, complaining about homework. Just another day, another ordinary school full of ordinary students.

But he knew that among them lurked something evil. He spotted him as he left, matching the description of the abberation with a 'mane like flame'.

From the school records she had learned his name was Scoril, and had joined the school a year ago. Who knows how many he had killed in that time. He almost didn't want to know.

Getting her partner's attention, she pointed him out. That was the target. They would strike tonight.

Welue

Welue stoof before the dragon as it hissed at him, backed into a corner. With those injuries any normal dragon would be dead, but this was no ordinary dragon.

It was a demon.

Not the first she had seen, and for sure not the last. Although it was never easy seeing another living thing in pain, she knew this one had hurt many innocent dragons. This thing deserved to die.

Looking in its eyes, she saw the hate it held towards her, the one who was going to end its life. But she also saw fear, and pain. Confusion as to why this was happening.

She decided to end things quick. There was no use for this sort of suffering.

Giving the signal, her partner Carminite swooped down from above and cleaved its head straight off. It was over.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

[center][size=7][color=Crimson][font=Century]The Tragedy of Rumination [/size][/color]Rumination was the second creation of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78954193][u]Artist[/u][/url]. She was the first and last creation to have been created using another living dragon as a base. Unfortunately this process proved to be more difficult than starting from scratch, and Rumination was quickly abandoned. She lacked the ability to speak or communicate, or even form complex thoughts. But still, in her heart, she held the evil of a demon. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79599641][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/795997/79599641_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/10ap7Al.png [/img] [nextcol] Rumination opened her eyes, scared. The light hurt, as if it was the first time they had ever been opened. But that couldn't be right, she had memories of seeing light before. Or did she? What were those images. She felt as if she should recognize them but... she didn't. They were slipping out of her mind, and trying to hold onto them was like trying to hold onto water. They quickly flowed away. Before she could figure out what was happening, she felt rough claws picking her up, carrying her away. She was dropped somewhere cold, wet, and dark. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Picking herself up off the ground, and shaking herself dry, she watched the figure that had carried her here quickly retreat off, back into the night. She supposed this was her life. The wind blew and she felt... cold? Soon figuring out that wrapping her wings around her body lessened this feeling, she decided to walk like that, using her wings as a sort of coat. Soon she felt something in her stomach... hunger? She needed... food? It was a bit confusing how she knew this, but she understood that she needed some of this 'food'. So off she went, in search of some. [/columns] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/x9VKrS8.png[/img] [size=6] Her beginnings[/size] ----- [size=6][color= Orchid ][u] Rue [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79809909 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/Y8ASaza.png [/img] [nextcol]Rue was a sweet dragon. Being part of a large family is always difficult; it's hard to get all the attention needed from your parents and a lot of the time children can be left feeling neglected. But Rue always made sure to always take time for each of her siblings. Every one has their own problems, but she would do her best to help them work through it. Determined to make sure their family stayed a family. So even when bitter rifts formed, she would remain on middle ground and made sure they communicated. Nothing could hurt her more than her family being torn apart. That is why, when her sister Rogue declared she was going to leave, Rue made one last effort to stop her. Although it was late, she left the house and intercepted her sister just before she left town. It was her intention to talk to her until she decided to stay. But she didn't get the chance to do that. Just as she called out her sister's name, and Rogue's surprised face was lit by the streetlamp at the other end of the road, Rue felt something grab her from behind. It was at that moment she remembered the recent curfew, and warnings not to go out at night. Her last memories before she blacked out were of her family, and the love she held for them. Then she didn't remember anything at all. [/columns] [size=6][color= Orchid ][u] Rogue [columns]Rogue tried to save her sister. She really did. But someone like her could never win against an evil like that. For a long time she had planned on leaving her family. It was suffocating with them around, always competing to be the best, when she knew for a fact that she wasn't. She was just herself, nothing more, nothing less. In her mind, it had always been so easy. Take off and never look back, leave your family with each other, they would be fine. But instead she ended up running from something much worse. She had been scared, so scared. And powerless. So once she informed her family and the police of what happened to Rue, she left. But she could never really leave. A part of what happened always stayed with her. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79809907 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/IK8xtkX.png [/img] [/columns] ----- [size=6] Her sea side adventures ----- [size=6][color= Dodgerblue ][u] Kai [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569808 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/KuWPKtD.png [/img] [nextcol]Kai threw the door open and let bright sunlight flood into the old shed on the beach. Inside here it was cool - it had to be, to keep the fish fresh. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did he noticed... something was missing. Fish lay on the ground, covered in sand and dirt, not in the cooler boxes he had stored them in the night before. Looking up, he realized what happened. Someone, or something, had crawled in last night. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it always made him a bit sad. If you're that desperate for food, he would always offer a warm meal. As he started to pick up the remnants off the floor, he suddenly jumped back. Hiding under a wooden pallet were a pair of eyes, staring at him. Just as their eyes met, the dragon burst out, and made a bee line for the door. But not so fast. Kai grabbed the dragon's tail, and tried to explain he wouldn't hurt them. But all he got in response was a panicked shriek. Not wanting to hurt the dragon any more, he let them go. Now, every night he places at least 1 fish outside the hut. And it was always gone by morning. [/columns] [size=6][color= Dodgerblue ][u] Cove [columns] There was blood in the water. Cove sighed, assuming it was another shark attack. If that was true, there would be no fish to catch today - they always scattered when they could sense danger around. But as she noticed the water grow more and more red, she began to get concerned. This was too much blood for just a simple shark's meal. Had a dragon fallen into the water? Were they alright? This wasn't the first time a shark had attacked a resident of the town, but last time Caspian had been there to save them. Jumping into her boat, she quickly paddled over to where the source of blood was emanating from. But although there was no dragon, alive or dead, there were signs that something had been here. The shark lay, ripped in half. Its tail already being picked at by scavengers as its head lay washed up on the beach. What could do this? Why would you go so far... Any sailor knows that you just have to scratch a shark's gills in order to escape them. Let alone rip one in half. Cove decided that maybe it wasn't sharks in the water that she would be scared of from now on. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78030596 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/6xrzcEk.png [/img] [/columns] [size=6][color= Dodgerblue ][u] Caspian [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78030597 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/DtrKPoM.png [/img] [nextcol]Caspian lay back under the hot sun, looking at the blue that stretched out around him in all directions. This was the life of a fisherman. Tranquility. It truly feels like you're the only one in the world when you're out here. Unless... what was that shadow? Its under the water, too small to be a shark. But moving incredibly fast. And towards him. Caspian jumped to his feet, grabbing onto the spear that usually lay at the bottom of the boat. He had lost sight of it, but knew it was coming. Where, which direction. Would it leap out of the water, or just slam into him. Suddenly, he saw a flash from the right side of his boat. With all his might he threw the spear into the water, where the dark shape had been. Success. He had hit his target. Blood started spreading out in the water, as he wrenched his spear out of whatever had tried to attack him. He never figured out what it was, but just watched as it quickly started swimming back to shore. The blood would attract sharks. He should get going soon. [/columns] ----- [size=6] How it ended ----- [size=6][color= Darkorchid ][u] River [columns]Out searching one night, River saw it. Saw her. Although she had been changed, twisted, form fitted into something new, it was still her sister. It was still Rue. Although that night she had gotten away, melted into the dark, before River had a chance to talk, she was determined to go back, and retrieve her sister. No matter how long it took. It took some convincing, but she managed to get convince Roanne of what she had seen. Together they searched, two sisters on a mission to rescue the one that had been taken. They had no plan, all they knew was they had to find her, and bring her home. There had been rumors for a while, of a demon in this town. River knew that the demon they spoke of was most likely Rue. But she were convinced that no matter what had happened to Rue, she could be saved, brought back to what she once was. And so, after searching for many nights more, they finally came upon this 'demon'. The body had changed, she could not speak, there was an evil aura surrounding her. But there was no doubt that those were Rue's eyes. How and why she had been turned into this thing, River did not know. All she knew was that through words and love, they would cast out the evil and bring their sister back home. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79809910 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/nkug0cE.png [/img] [/columns] [size=6][color= Darkorchid ][u] Roanne [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79809911 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/AZ3icHB.png [/img] [nextcol]Roanne could sense the evil standing in front of her. River had said it was their sister, that she had been cursed by a demon and they had to save her from the creature she had become. But there was no way this thing was the sweet Rue she had once known. River first tried calling out to it, calling Rue's name, trying to reach through to what she once was. But Roanne could tell it was falling on deaf ears. All that demon wanted was blood. There was nothing even remotely recognizable as a civilized dragon remaining there. As River drew closer, Roanne grabbed her, wary of the danger. But it was no use, she was determined to rescue their sister. The love pouring forth from River's heart only seemed to confuse the demon, but it soon led to anger. Roanne saw the moment it attacked, but was too slow to save her sister from the sharp teeth and claws that pierced her skin. Although she managed to fight off the demon, it was too late for her sister, who lay in a pool of blood. Her dying eyes did not reflect regret of fear. She was just happy she had at least tried. That night, Roanne ran. She ran, far off to contact their last sibling. There was only one measure left now. There was no bringing back Rue. The only choice they had now was to kill it. [/columns] [size=6][color= Darkorchid ][u] Ronan [columns]Ronan had left his family a long time ago, to make his way in this world. But he was never able to shake them off completely, and still attended annual family meetups,like a good son and brother. It wasn't until his sister Roanne arrived at his door, out of breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, fur matted with blood, that he found out what had happened to them. This was unforgivable. No one, not dragon, not demon, not God could do this to his family and get away with it. It was surprisingly easy to find the demon that had taken two of his sisters. Although it acted scared and powerless, once he dragged it into sunlight it showed its true colors. But Ronan was stronger, and faster. After slaying the demon he burned it's body and gave his lost family a proper burial. Sometimes you curse the world, sometimes the world curses you. But sometimes there is no curse, no reason for bad things to happen, they just happen. The events that happened that day burned in Ronan's heart until the day he died. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79809908 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/4mR2bFm.png [/img] [/columns]

Pockyyy

903

September 23, 2022 06:05:54

The Tragedy of Rumination

Rumination was the second creation of Artist. She was the first and last creation to have been created using another living dragon as a base. Unfortunately this process proved to be more difficult than starting from scratch, and Rumination was quickly abandoned. She lacked the ability to speak or communicate, or even form complex thoughts. But still, in her heart, she held the evil of a demon.

Rumination opened her eyes, scared. The light hurt, as if it was the first time they had ever been opened. But that couldn't be right, she had memories of seeing light before.

Or did she? What were those images. She felt as if she should recognize them but... she didn't. They were slipping out of her mind, and trying to hold onto them was like trying to hold onto water. They quickly flowed away.

Before she could figure out what was happening, she felt rough claws picking her up, carrying her away. She was dropped somewhere cold, wet, and dark. She wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Picking herself up off the ground, and shaking herself dry, she watched the figure that had carried her here quickly retreat off, back into the night.

She supposed this was her life. The wind blew and she felt... cold? Soon figuring out that wrapping her wings around her body lessened this feeling, she decided to walk like that, using her wings as a sort of coat.

Soon she felt something in her stomach... hunger? She needed... food? It was a bit confusing how she knew this, but she understood that she needed some of this 'food'. So off she went, in search of some.

Her beginnings

Rue

Rue was a sweet dragon. Being part of a large family is always difficult; it's hard to get all the attention needed from your parents and a lot of the time children can be left feeling neglected.

But Rue always made sure to always take time for each of her siblings. Every one has their own problems, but she would do her best to help them work through it. Determined to make sure their family stayed a family.

So even when bitter rifts formed, she would remain on middle ground and made sure they communicated. Nothing could hurt her more than her family being torn apart.

That is why, when her sister Rogue declared she was going to leave, Rue made one last effort to stop her. Although it was late, she left the house and intercepted her sister just before she left town.

It was her intention to talk to her until she decided to stay. But she didn't get the chance to do that.

Just as she called out her sister's name, and Rogue's surprised face was lit by the streetlamp at the other end of the road, Rue felt something grab her from behind.

It was at that moment she remembered the recent curfew, and warnings not to go out at night.

Her last memories before she blacked out were of her family, and the love she held for them.

Then she didn't remember anything at all.

Rogue

Rogue tried to save her sister. She really did. But someone like her could never win against an evil like that.

For a long time she had planned on leaving her family. It was suffocating with them around, always competing to be the best, when she knew for a fact that she wasn't. She was just herself, nothing more, nothing less.

In her mind, it had always been so easy. Take off and never look back, leave your family with each other, they would be fine.

But instead she ended up running from something much worse. She had been scared, so scared. And powerless.

So once she informed her family and the police of what happened to Rue, she left. But she could never really leave. A part of what happened always stayed with her.

Her sea side adventures

Kai

Kai threw the door open and let bright sunlight flood into the old shed on the beach. Inside here it was cool - it had to be, to keep the fish fresh.

It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did he noticed... something was missing. Fish lay on the ground, covered in sand and dirt, not in the cooler boxes he had stored them in the night before.

Looking up, he realized what happened. Someone, or something, had crawled in last night. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it always made him a bit sad. If you're that desperate for food, he would always offer a warm meal.

As he started to pick up the remnants off the floor, he suddenly jumped back. Hiding under a wooden pallet were a pair of eyes, staring at him. Just as their eyes met, the dragon burst out, and made a bee line for the door.

But not so fast. Kai grabbed the dragon's tail, and tried to explain he wouldn't hurt them. But all he got in response was a panicked shriek.

Not wanting to hurt the dragon any more, he let them go.

Now, every night he places at least 1 fish outside the hut. And it was always gone by morning.

Cove

There was blood in the water. Cove sighed, assuming it was another shark attack.

If that was true, there would be no fish to catch today - they always scattered when they could sense danger around. But as she noticed the water grow more and more red, she began to get concerned.

This was too much blood for just a simple shark's meal. Had a dragon fallen into the water? Were they alright? This wasn't the first time a shark had attacked a resident of the town, but last time Caspian had been there to save them.

Jumping into her boat, she quickly paddled over to where the source of blood was emanating from. But although there was no dragon, alive or dead, there were signs that something had been here.

The shark lay, ripped in half. Its tail already being picked at by scavengers as its head lay washed up on the beach.

What could do this? Why would you go so far... Any sailor knows that you just have to scratch a shark's gills in order to escape them. Let alone rip one in half.

Cove decided that maybe it wasn't sharks in the water that she would be scared of from now on.

Caspian

Caspian lay back under the hot sun, looking at the blue that stretched out around him in all directions. This was the life of a fisherman. Tranquility.

It truly feels like you're the only one in the world when you're out here. Unless... what was that shadow? Its under the water, too small to be a shark. But moving incredibly fast. And towards him.

Caspian jumped to his feet, grabbing onto the spear that usually lay at the bottom of the boat. He had lost sight of it, but knew it was coming. Where, which direction. Would it leap out of the water, or just slam into him.

Suddenly, he saw a flash from the right side of his boat. With all his might he threw the spear into the water, where the dark shape had been. Success. He had hit his target.

Blood started spreading out in the water, as he wrenched his spear out of whatever had tried to attack him. He never figured out what it was, but just watched as it quickly started swimming back to shore.

The blood would attract sharks. He should get going soon.

How it ended

River

Out searching one night, River saw it. Saw her. Although she had been changed, twisted, form fitted into something new, it was still her sister. It was still Rue.

Although that night she had gotten away, melted into the dark, before River had a chance to talk, she was determined to go back, and retrieve her sister. No matter how long it took.

It took some convincing, but she managed to get convince Roanne of what she had seen. Together they searched, two sisters on a mission to rescue the one that had been taken. They had no plan, all they knew was they had to find her, and bring her home.

There had been rumors for a while, of a demon in this town. River knew that the demon they spoke of was most likely Rue. But she were convinced that no matter what had happened to Rue, she could be saved, brought back to what she once was.

And so, after searching for many nights more, they finally came upon this 'demon'. The body had changed, she could not speak, there was an evil aura surrounding her. But there was no doubt that those were Rue's eyes.

How and why she had been turned into this thing, River did not know. All she knew was that through words and love, they would cast out the evil and bring their sister back home.

Roanne

Roanne could sense the evil standing in front of her. River had said it was their sister, that she had been cursed by a demon and they had to save her from the creature she had become. But there was no way this thing was the sweet Rue she had once known.

River first tried calling out to it, calling Rue's name, trying to reach through to what she once was. But Roanne could tell it was falling on deaf ears.

All that demon wanted was blood. There was nothing even remotely recognizable as a civilized dragon remaining there.

As River drew closer, Roanne grabbed her, wary of the danger. But it was no use, she was determined to rescue their sister.

The love pouring forth from River's heart only seemed to confuse the demon, but it soon led to anger. Roanne saw the moment it attacked, but was too slow to save her sister from the sharp teeth and claws that pierced her skin.

Although she managed to fight off the demon, it was too late for her sister, who lay in a pool of blood. Her dying eyes did not reflect regret of fear. She was just happy she had at least tried.

That night, Roanne ran. She ran, far off to contact their last sibling. There was only one measure left now. There was no bringing back Rue.

The only choice they had now was to kill it.

Ronan

Ronan had left his family a long time ago, to make his way in this world. But he was never able to shake them off completely, and still attended annual family meetups,like a good son and brother.

It wasn't until his sister Roanne arrived at his door, out of breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, fur matted with blood, that he found out what had happened to them.

This was unforgivable. No one, not dragon, not demon, not God could do this to his family and get away with it.

It was surprisingly easy to find the demon that had taken two of his sisters. Although it acted scared and powerless, once he dragged it into sunlight it showed its true colors.

But Ronan was stronger, and faster. After slaying the demon he burned it's body and gave his lost family a proper burial.

Sometimes you curse the world, sometimes the world curses you. But sometimes there is no curse, no reason for bad things to happen, they just happen.

The events that happened that day burned in Ronan's heart until the day he died.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

[center][size=7][color=Maroon][font=Century]Un, Deux, Trois [/size][/color]After her first 2 creations were unsatisfactory, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78954193][u]Artist[/u][/url] decided to improve on one idea until it was perfect. This led to her creating 3 demons, very similar to each other. Their names were Dye, Redu, and Trois. Unfortunately none of these managed to reach perfection, so were again sent out. They took refuge together, in an abandoned house. [size=6][color=Darkred][font=System][u] Dye [/u] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569778][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/785698/78569778_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://images2.imgbox.com/21/74/vAeQJAzg_o.png [/img] [nextcol] [center]Dye, the first[/center] Dye was the worst. The [i]worst[/i]. Out of her siblings she stuck out - wrong gender, wrong genes, wrong everything. But that was ok. She liked being the worst, it meant there was no expectations of her, she could do whatever she wanted with no one to disappoint. Besides, it made sense the was the worst... she was the first after all. The trial run, so to speak. After making her, her creator would only improve on her previous work to make her better, bigger, more perfect siblings. So yes, she had always been told by them that she was a failure, but she have one thing to be proud of. She was the best at being the worst. [/columns] [size=6][color=Darkred][font=System][u] Redu [/u] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569777][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/785698/78569777_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/familiar/art/1987.png [/img] [nextcol] [center]Redu, the second[/center] It wasn't long after Redu had first opened his eyes before he was kicked out, sent to live in a house on the edge of town, and told not to make trouble. He wasn't made to be kept. The whole reason for him being created was a stepping stone for something greater. And although he never once felt love from his creator, for some reason it still hurt to be disregarded and thrown out once they started working on their new project. The small, dark house was where he spent most of his time, stuck there with his siblings. Other failures. All of them somewhere between life and death, different from the dragons they saw walking outside. Even though they looked the same, they were so different. Redu was desperate to know what made him and them so different. So he thought, it must be what's inside. And one night he took a look at what was inside one of those dragons he saw walk past every day. It surprised him to see the same blood and organs that had surrounded him when he was made. [/columns] [size=6][color=Darkred][font=System][u] Trois [/u] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569776][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/785698/78569776_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/ooJyEwG.png[/img] [nextcol] [center]Trois, the third[/center] Trois was not perfection. In this world, perfection did not exist, he knew that now. He had been lied to. He was admired by his creator for a long time, told to sit still for hours as he was studied and admired. Until it was time to put him on display. His first few steps into sunlight hurt, but he didn't let that stop him. Since the moment of his creation he had been told he was the most beautiful dragon yet. But once he stepped outside, and saw the dragons surrounding him on all sides, he knew that he was not special. Although he had been carefully handcrafted over months, these dragons were plentiful, born from eggs made with minimum effort. If anything, he was average. Angry at his creator for lying to him, he fled. Joined his siblings, the failed creations. But to him, they were as perfect as they needed to be. [/columns] ----- [size=6]Rumors start to spread of the haunted house ----- [size=6][color= Fuchsia ][u] Mieru [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78398065 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/XJGTdX7.png [/img] [nextcol]Demons. There are demons in this town. There are demons in that house. Mieru had heard the stories, heard the strange noises at night. He himself, as a mage, could feel the evil energy radiating from that place. This was no ordinary crime, there was dark magic involved. For a long time, he had held a lot of confidence in himself. Although he was never the best in his class, when he really tried, he could do anything. Perform any magic spell, brew any potion. It was all leading up to this, the crucial moment where all his studies and practice would be put into action. He had to defeat this evil, and become the saviour of this town. So he set to work, blessing and chanting. Brewing and crafting. Putting all the pieces in place ready for the final spell. But when he cast it, he knew. He had made a huge mistake. The fault was not in his methods, or skill, or talent. His mistake was thinking this evil was one from his textbooks. That this evil was one that had been seen and recorded before. Sometimes, new magic enters this world. It may be good, it may be evil. Mieru knew at that moment, he was not the one to deal with it. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Gray ][u]Selene [columns]Selene sat back, sipping her drink casually while keeping a close eye on the house across the street. A reporter always has to follow her nose, and after hearing reports of strange sounds coming from 'the old abandoned house', there was no way she couldn't investigate. Besides, with the recent disappearances and deaths in this town, a haunted house was sure to make headlines. But, of course, first she had to make sure there was some merit to the tale. Without trying to make it obvious, she got up from the bench and made her way up to the front door. Peeking through the keyhole, all she could see was darkness. Nonchalantly she tried twisting the door handle. But, unfortunately, it was locked. Although... it shouldn't be that hard to pick now, could it? She decided to take another look through the keyhole, to check what tools she would need. But this time, she didn't see blackness. All she could see was red. Selene stood there for a second, confused. She could have sworn it was black in there before. But then, the red blinked. Suddenly aware that someone, something was watching her through the keyhole, she stumbled back from the door. After a moments hesitation she ran off, not wanting to deal with whatever was in there. But one thing was for sure, there was something in that house that shouldn't be there. And she was going to be the one to write a story on it. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79519679 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/zsK6WSo.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Indigo ][u] Dania [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78951833 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/mC3RLPo.png [/img] [nextcol] Dania arrived at the old house, noting the boarded up windows and overgrown weeds by the door. Not much had changed since she last visited, a few years ago, except that it had clearly fallen into more disrepair. She had never really bothered to keep track of the property that her uncle had left her when he died - she was much more interested in her current job or making jewellery than having to learn about sales tax and all that. However when a reporter contacted her, asking if she could take a look inside to confirm the rumours that it was haunted, she thought it was best to check in. Taking out her key, she inserted it in the lock and jangled it around. With a loud creaking noise, the door swung open. The first thing she noticed was that the mirror hanging on the wall was all smashed, even though it had been in pristine condition when she had last seen it. The second thing she noticed was a pair of blue eyes, full of fear and hate, staring at her from the dark. After that she never noticed anything again. The door swung shut behind her, leaving a cold and silent street. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Midnightblue ][u]CosmicDream [columns]CosmicDream had always been called a worrier. He would worry about his friends, family, even dragons he just saw as he walked down the street. However he never thought of himself as that. Instead, he believed himself to be a seer, able to see the future in his dreams. The only problem... He never remembered his dreams. All he could remember was a vague feeling, involving a dragon, usually accompanied by a deep feeling of worry. So when he woke up one night, covered in sweat, heart beating fast, and with the face of an old friend flashing behind his eyes he knew he had to check up on them. Of course, she was fine. Assured him that his dreams were nothing more than dreams. She had promised to meet him later, to prove that she was ok. Just before that, she had to go check out an old house. Just a routine check, she assured him. So when she never turned up for their meeting, his worry grew, and grew, and grew. And this time, he was sure he was right. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78951565 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/zNi73Qj.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6]The police get involved ----- [size=6][color= Steelblue ][u] Shimmer [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77003408 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/dx0Jr3V.png [/img] [nextcol]Shimmer sat back at his desk, eyeing the worried dragon in front of him. Another false alarm, he thought. Everyone was scared these days. It was only natural they would come to him, the police, the protectors of this town. But after following so many false leads and coming up with nothing more than baseless rumors, he had started to lose hope. However, this one was different. The dragon that had disappeared had clearly stated where she was going before she had not been seen again - and this time, the address matched a report he had received before. It was up to him and his force to protect this town. No stone left unturned. Rising up, he felt a pit in his stomach. What if the thing that had been attacking this town really was in that old house. But steeling his nerves, he called out to his brother. Off they went, ready to protect and serve. Although Shimmer didn't want to encounter a demon... if he did, he would kill it for sure. [/columns]----- [size=6][color=Steelblue ][u]Shard [columns]Shard looked to his brother as they stood outside the old wooden door. Knock, knock, knock. Although police would usually announce that they are, in fact, the police, due to the serious nature of the accusation they decided not to. Instead, they used the key they had received from the town mayor, and opened up the door to look inside. The two of them crossed the threshold, hearts beating fast but remaining perfectly calm. They had no intention of fighting today. If this house did contain the dragon they were looking for, there was no telling how ferocious they could be. After all, there had been more than 10 dead or missing dragons in the past month... A normal dragon couldn't do that. Silently, they made their way up the stairs, peering into every room on their way. Nothing. But then, in the last room Shard heard movement. Motioning to Shimmer, his brother, they got into position. They were small faes but over the years they had learned techniques that, when used together, could take down even large dragons. And bursting through that door, large dragons they saw. 3 sets of eyes shone out from the darkness. Without needing to communicate, the brothers ran. They weren't about to go 3 vs 2, not with dragons of that size. Flitting and darting around, they managed to avoid the claws and teeth that swiped at them. These dragons were not trained fighters, they seemed much more manic. Somehow they escaped. Together they decided, they were going to bring the strongest and smartest dragons they knew to bring down this demented family of demons. [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77965908 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/xmr6ysu.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6]How it ended... ----- [size=6][color= Seagreen ][u] Chai [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80573428 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/vSPRhj1.png [/img] [nextcol] Chai was the decoy. The bait. He would be sent out, to look all innocent and harmless, to incite the demons to attack him in the dark. He wasn't scared; he had had this job for a long while. Besides, even though he looked harmless he could pack a punch - even against a demon he wouldn't go down without a fight. So as he made his way down that street, the one that the other officers had reported the demons lived at, he made sure not to show any signs of nerves. He had to make sure they were not aware this was a trap. Instead he just moved casually, keeping his breathing even and pace steady. Making sure not to look at the house that he knew he would get attacked from. Then with a bang the door flew open. Red eyes shone in the darkness as claws reached out for his relatively small body. But, as he was prepared, he fought back. In the few seconds it took for the other dragons to swoop in he kicked, scratched and bit his attackers. Then he was pulled out, back to safety by a much larger, imperial dragon. His job here was done. Now all that was left was to watch the show. The execution of those demons that had haunted this street.

Pockyyy

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September 24, 2022 05:37:39

Un, Deux, Trois

After her first 2 creations were unsatisfactory, Artist decided to improve on one idea until it was perfect. This led to her creating 3 demons, very similar to each other. Their names were Dye, Redu, and Trois.
Unfortunately none of these managed to reach perfection, so were again sent out. They took refuge together, in an abandoned house.

Dye

Dye, the first

Dye was the worst. The worst. Out of her siblings she stuck out - wrong gender, wrong genes, wrong everything. But that was ok.

She liked being the worst, it meant there was no expectations of her, she could do whatever she wanted with no one to disappoint.

Besides, it made sense the was the worst... she was the first after all. The trial run, so to speak. After making her, her creator would only improve on her previous work to make her better, bigger, more perfect siblings.

So yes, she had always been told by them that she was a failure, but she have one thing to be proud of. She was the best at being the worst.

Redu

Redu, the second

It wasn't long after Redu had first opened his eyes before he was kicked out, sent to live in a house on the edge of town, and told not to make trouble.

He wasn't made to be kept. The whole reason for him being created was a stepping stone for something greater. And although he never once felt love from his creator, for some reason it still hurt to be disregarded and thrown out once they started working on their new project.

The small, dark house was where he spent most of his time, stuck there with his siblings. Other failures. All of them somewhere between life and death, different from the dragons they saw walking outside.

Even though they looked the same, they were so different. Redu was desperate to know what made him and them so different.

So he thought, it must be what's inside. And one night he took a look at what was inside one of those dragons he saw walk past every day.

It surprised him to see the same blood and organs that had surrounded him when he was made.

Trois

Trois, the third

Trois was not perfection. In this world, perfection did not exist, he knew that now. He had been lied to.

He was admired by his creator for a long time, told to sit still for hours as he was studied and admired. Until it was time to put him on display.

His first few steps into sunlight hurt, but he didn't let that stop him. Since the moment of his creation he had been told he was the most beautiful dragon yet. But once he stepped outside, and saw the dragons surrounding him on all sides, he knew that he was not special.

Although he had been carefully handcrafted over months, these dragons were plentiful, born from eggs made with minimum effort. If anything, he was average.

Angry at his creator for lying to him, he fled. Joined his siblings, the failed creations. But to him, they were as perfect as they needed to be.

Rumors start to spread of the haunted house

Mieru

Demons. There are demons in this town. There are demons in that house.

Mieru had heard the stories, heard the strange noises at night. He himself, as a mage, could feel the evil energy radiating from that place. This was no ordinary crime, there was dark magic involved.

For a long time, he had held a lot of confidence in himself. Although he was never the best in his class, when he really tried, he could do anything. Perform any magic spell, brew any potion.

It was all leading up to this, the crucial moment where all his studies and practice would be put into action. He had to defeat this evil, and become the saviour of this town.

So he set to work, blessing and chanting. Brewing and crafting. Putting all the pieces in place ready for the final spell.

But when he cast it, he knew. He had made a huge mistake.

The fault was not in his methods, or skill, or talent. His mistake was thinking this evil was one from his textbooks. That this evil was one that had been seen and recorded before.

Sometimes, new magic enters this world. It may be good, it may be evil.

Mieru knew at that moment, he was not the one to deal with it.

Selene

Selene sat back, sipping her drink casually while keeping a close eye on the house across the street.

A reporter always has to follow her nose, and after hearing reports of strange sounds coming from 'the old abandoned house', there was no way she couldn't investigate.

Besides, with the recent disappearances and deaths in this town, a haunted house was sure to make headlines. But, of course, first she had to make sure there was some merit to the tale.

Without trying to make it obvious, she got up from the bench and made her way up to the front door. Peeking through the keyhole, all she could see was darkness.

Nonchalantly she tried twisting the door handle. But, unfortunately, it was locked. Although... it shouldn't be that hard to pick now, could it?

She decided to take another look through the keyhole, to check what tools she would need. But this time, she didn't see blackness.

All she could see was red.

Selene stood there for a second, confused. She could have sworn it was black in there before. But then, the red blinked.

Suddenly aware that someone, something was watching her through the keyhole, she stumbled back from the door. After a moments hesitation she ran off, not wanting to deal with whatever was in there.

But one thing was for sure, there was something in that house that shouldn't be there. And she was going to be the one to write a story on it.

Dania

Dania arrived at the old house, noting the boarded up windows and overgrown weeds by the door. Not much had changed since she last visited, a few years ago, except that it had clearly fallen into more disrepair.

She had never really bothered to keep track of the property that her uncle had left her when he died - she was much more interested in her current job or making jewellery than having to learn about sales tax and all that.

However when a reporter contacted her, asking if she could take a look inside to confirm the rumours that it was haunted, she thought it was best to check in.

Taking out her key, she inserted it in the lock and jangled it around. With a loud creaking noise, the door swung open.

The first thing she noticed was that the mirror hanging on the wall was all smashed, even though it had been in pristine condition when she had last seen it.

The second thing she noticed was a pair of blue eyes, full of fear and hate, staring at her from the dark.

After that she never noticed anything again.

The door swung shut behind her, leaving a cold and silent street.

CosmicDream

CosmicDream had always been called a worrier. He would worry about his friends, family, even dragons he just saw as he walked down the street.

However he never thought of himself as that. Instead, he believed himself to be a seer, able to see the future in his dreams.

The only problem... He never remembered his dreams. All he could remember was a vague feeling, involving a dragon, usually accompanied by a deep feeling of worry.

So when he woke up one night, covered in sweat, heart beating fast, and with the face of an old friend flashing behind his eyes he knew he had to check up on them.

Of course, she was fine. Assured him that his dreams were nothing more than dreams. She had promised to meet him later, to prove that she was ok.

Just before that, she had to go check out an old house. Just a routine check, she assured him.

So when she never turned up for their meeting, his worry grew, and grew, and grew.

And this time, he was sure he was right.

The police get involved

Shimmer

Shimmer sat back at his desk, eyeing the worried dragon in front of him. Another false alarm, he thought. Everyone was scared these days.

It was only natural they would come to him, the police, the protectors of this town. But after following so many false leads and coming up with nothing more than baseless rumors, he had started to lose hope.

However, this one was different. The dragon that had disappeared had clearly stated where she was going before she had not been seen again - and this time, the address matched a report he had received before.

It was up to him and his force to protect this town. No stone left unturned.

Rising up, he felt a pit in his stomach. What if the thing that had been attacking this town really was in that old house. But steeling his nerves, he called out to his brother.

Off they went, ready to protect and serve. Although Shimmer didn't want to encounter a demon... if he did, he would kill it for sure.

Shard

Shard looked to his brother as they stood outside the old wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Although police would usually announce that they are, in fact, the police, due to the serious nature of the accusation they decided not to.

Instead, they used the key they had received from the town mayor, and opened up the door to look inside. The two of them crossed the threshold, hearts beating fast but remaining perfectly calm.

They had no intention of fighting today. If this house did contain the dragon they were looking for, there was no telling how ferocious they could be. After all, there had been more than 10 dead or missing dragons in the past month... A normal dragon couldn't do that.

Silently, they made their way up the stairs, peering into every room on their way. Nothing.

But then, in the last room Shard heard movement. Motioning to Shimmer, his brother, they got into position. They were small faes but over the years they had learned techniques that, when used together, could take down even large dragons.

And bursting through that door, large dragons they saw. 3 sets of eyes shone out from the darkness.

Without needing to communicate, the brothers ran. They weren't about to go 3 vs 2, not with dragons of that size.

Flitting and darting around, they managed to avoid the claws and teeth that swiped at them. These dragons were not trained fighters, they seemed much more manic.

Somehow they escaped. Together they decided, they were going to bring the strongest and smartest dragons they knew to bring down this demented family of demons.

How it ended...

Chai

Chai was the decoy. The bait. He would be sent out, to look all innocent and harmless, to incite the demons to attack him in the dark.

He wasn't scared; he had had this job for a long while. Besides, even though he looked harmless he could pack a punch - even against a demon he wouldn't go down without a fight.

So as he made his way down that street, the one that the other officers had reported the demons lived at, he made sure not to show any signs of nerves. He had to make sure they were not aware this was a trap.

Instead he just moved casually, keeping his breathing even and pace steady. Making sure not to look at the house that he knew he would get attacked from.

Then with a bang the door flew open. Red eyes shone in the darkness as claws reached out for his relatively small body.

But, as he was prepared, he fought back. In the few seconds it took for the other dragons to swoop in he kicked, scratched and bit his attackers.

Then he was pulled out, back to safety by a much larger, imperial dragon. His job here was done.

Now all that was left was to watch the show. The execution of those demons that had haunted this street.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Sep 24, 2022 06:08:15 by Pockyyy

[center][size=7][color=Maroon][font=Century] The Butcher Down the Road [/size][/color][b]Ezequiel [/b]was the first creation of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78727807][u]Jadenal[/u][/url]. She was pleased with what she had made, and told him to go get a job and become a normal dragon in this town. It wasn't until later that she found out the horrible things he was doing, during his job as a butcher. Using dragon meat instead of animals. He didn't see it as wrong. After all, meat is meat... [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78440991][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/784410/78440991_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/hx09s4d.png [/img] [nextcol] Ezequiel slammed the cleaver down on the counter, splitting bone from bone, flesh from flesh. Then, carefully wrapping it in paper, he handed it to the customer waiting in front of him. For some reason he enjoyed meat, cutting up a carcass and preparing it. Of course it was only natural he would become a butcher. Although it was tough; Ezequiel started from nothing, quite literally. Early on he decided raising animals for their meat would be too expensive, so he resigned himself to hunting. However, what he hunted wasn't always out in the woods. Sometimes his meat was much more... local... [/columns] ----- [size=6]Customers, and victims ----- [size=6][color= Mediumvioletred ][u] Lacey [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79504258 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/zPODeso.png [/img] [nextcol]Lacey lazily floated through the air, along the streets, enjoying the afternoon sun. Days like this were her favourite. Arriving in the square she had a quick look around before setting to work. Visiting each stall in turn, she carefully collected all the ingredients she would need. After entering the butchers, she greeted Ezequiel with a familiar smile, and a sneaky wink. Returning the wink, he headed to the back and returned with a prized piece of meat. With a squeal of joy, Lacey quickly hugged him, before paying him handsomely for the special produce he had set aside just for her. Now laded down with everything she needed, she returned home. Her feasts were the talk of the town. It was time to get cooking. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Firebrick ][u] Charin [columns]Charin had grown tired of seafood. That was all he had ever eaten growing up, and his father had always reprimanded him when he complained, saying "This is what coatls eat". But he had always yearned for something more, so when he finally left his lair to start a new life he started cooking his own meals. Unfortunately... it didn't taste very good. He could never get the taste right; the meat was overcooked, the vegetables wilted, and for some reason he always ended up adding too much salt. Dejected, he was about to return to his stable diet of fishes, clams, sharks and other sea creatures, when something caught his attention. A certain scent had wafted over from his neighbour's garden. After investigating, he saw the source of the smell; a large table had been set out, laden with all kinds of tasty looking meals. It seems a party was about to begin. But even better than all of that, he noticed something else. A big smile from inside his neighbour's house - she had spotted him. After a quick introduction, Charin explained that he had never smelt food so good before. And after he tried it, it changed his life. It seems all you really need to make good food is a good teacher. And Lacey was the perfect one. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79736663 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/ZIXV1dM.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Royalblue ][u] Bellina [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79270509 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/rKIpdpn.png [/img] [nextcol] A familiar voice called out to Bellina in the night. It was one she recognised, but she wasn't sure from where. But surely, there was no reason to doubt it. Deep in this night, walking home, the voice reminded her of daylight. Of her normal life, visiting shops in the town, running errands and living her perfectly ordinary life. So of course, she moved towards it. Wanting to be out of the cold, dark night. Drawing closer, she finally recognised where she was. The voice was the local butcher, who she visited every week. That's why she didn't find it unusual that he was holding a cleaver - it was a sight she was used to. It wasn't until he raised it above his head that she felt something was wrong. [/columns]----- [size=6] His Downfall ----- [size=6][color= Orangered ][u] Kat [columns] Kat prowled along the back alleys, pretending to be one of those spies for the royal family she had heard about from her friends at school. Sneaking looks into dragon's back windows, looking for clues that one of them could be an enemy of their kingdom, she always managed to stay out of sight and hidden. Looking back at her sister, who looked bored as always, she hissed at her to keep low and out of sight. Working with a partner seemed harder than working alone, but she knew that Kit was good in a fight. Crawling along to the next house, she poked her head up and peeked into the back room. Then, with a startled yelp, fell back onto the grass below. She had found one, she had found an enemy of their country. This must be it. After all, who else would keep a severed dragon's head on their kitchen counter. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78162937 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/njm79qB.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Mediumvioletred ][u] Kit [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78162938 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/CDoBeW9.png [/img] [nextcol] Kit stood, wide eyed, barely able to breath. What lay infront of them was not only a crime scene, but a place of danger. Grabbing her sister by the tail she started to drag her away. If they stayed there or were caught by the owner of that house, they could end up like that dead dragon too. Kat struggled, insisting that they have to investigate more, that this was what spies did. But Kit knew that this was more than some make believe that the sisters spent their days acting out. This was no longer a game. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Red ][u] Bloodpool [columns]When he had heard what this job would be, he was a little surprised for sure, but something like this wouldn't shake him. Bloodpool had been working in the darkest parts of society his whole life, and knew that the darkness of dragon's hearts knew no bounds. Stepping into the butcher's he casually looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but after working as an investigator for years he could feel something was... off... Buying a normal cut of meat, he headed back home to inspect. After picking up the meat and studying the bone, he drew in a sharp inhale of breath. The was no doubt. This was the femur of a female obelisk. This was dragon meat. After reporting his findings to the police who hired him, he lazily made his way back to the market square and watched the people enter the butchers. They left with bags full of meat, ready to eat. Well... he thought... What they don't know can't hurt them. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80571170 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/vz4bv3T.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Red ][u] ChocoCherry [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79378733 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/OTujwJq.png [/img] [nextcol]ChocoCherry had been a judge for many years. But not once had he seen a crime like this. He wasn't even sure if what stood in-front of him was truly a dragon - he seemed almost bored as he was sentenced with 3 counts of murder, to be put to death by the end of the year. Although he didn't usually hand out death sentences, ChocoCherry knew that he could not let a dragon like this, who had terrorized this town, live here. This was the hardest part of his job. But he knew that someone had to do it. Without him, dragons would get upset that crimes go unpunished. So as he read out the punishment, he looked into those cold dead eyes of a killer, and felt nothing. [/columns]

Pockyyy

903

September 24, 2022 07:40:25

The Butcher Down the Road

Ezequiel was the first creation of Jadenal. She was pleased with what she had made, and told him to go get a job and become a normal dragon in this town.
It wasn't until later that she found out the horrible things he was doing, during his job as a butcher. Using dragon meat instead of animals.
He didn't see it as wrong. After all, meat is meat...

Ezequiel slammed the cleaver down on the counter, splitting bone from bone, flesh from flesh. Then, carefully wrapping it in paper, he handed it to the customer waiting in front of him.

For some reason he enjoyed meat, cutting up a carcass and preparing it. Of course it was only natural he would become a butcher.

Although it was tough; Ezequiel started from nothing, quite literally. Early on he decided raising animals for their meat would be too expensive, so he resigned himself to hunting.

However, what he hunted wasn't always out in the woods.

Sometimes his meat was much more... local...

Customers, and victims

Lacey

Lacey lazily floated through the air, along the streets, enjoying the afternoon sun. Days like this were her favourite.

Arriving in the square she had a quick look around before setting to work. Visiting each stall in turn, she carefully collected all the ingredients she would need.

After entering the butchers, she greeted Ezequiel with a familiar smile, and a sneaky wink. Returning the wink, he headed to the back and returned with a prized piece of meat.

With a squeal of joy, Lacey quickly hugged him, before paying him handsomely for the special produce he had set aside just for her.

Now laded down with everything she needed, she returned home. Her feasts were the talk of the town.

It was time to get cooking.

Charin

Charin had grown tired of seafood. That was all he had ever eaten growing up, and his father had always reprimanded him when he complained, saying "This is what coatls eat".

But he had always yearned for something more, so when he finally left his lair to start a new life he started cooking his own meals.

Unfortunately... it didn't taste very good. He could never get the taste right; the meat was overcooked, the vegetables wilted, and for some reason he always ended up adding too much salt.

Dejected, he was about to return to his stable diet of fishes, clams, sharks and other sea creatures, when something caught his attention. A certain scent had wafted over from his neighbour's garden.

After investigating, he saw the source of the smell; a large table had been set out, laden with all kinds of tasty looking meals. It seems a party was about to begin.

But even better than all of that, he noticed something else. A big smile from inside his neighbour's house - she had spotted him.

After a quick introduction, Charin explained that he had never smelt food so good before. And after he tried it, it changed his life.

It seems all you really need to make good food is a good teacher. And Lacey was the perfect one.

Bellina

A familiar voice called out to Bellina in the night. It was one she recognised, but she wasn't sure from where.

But surely, there was no reason to doubt it.

Deep in this night, walking home, the voice reminded her of daylight. Of her normal life, visiting shops in the town, running errands and living her perfectly ordinary life.

So of course, she moved towards it. Wanting to be out of the cold, dark night.

Drawing closer, she finally recognised where she was. The voice was the local butcher, who she visited every week. That's why she didn't find it unusual that he was holding a cleaver - it was a sight she was used to.

It wasn't until he raised it above his head that she felt something was wrong.

His Downfall

Kat

Kat prowled along the back alleys, pretending to be one of those spies for the royal family she had heard about from her friends at school.

Sneaking looks into dragon's back windows, looking for clues that one of them could be an enemy of their kingdom, she always managed to stay out of sight and hidden.

Looking back at her sister, who looked bored as always, she hissed at her to keep low and out of sight. Working with a partner seemed harder than working alone, but she knew that Kit was good in a fight.

Crawling along to the next house, she poked her head up and peeked into the back room. Then, with a startled yelp, fell back onto the grass below.

She had found one, she had found an enemy of their country. This must be it.

After all, who else would keep a severed dragon's head on their kitchen counter.

Kit

Kit stood, wide eyed, barely able to breath. What lay infront of them was not only a crime scene, but a place of danger.

Grabbing her sister by the tail she started to drag her away. If they stayed there or were caught by the owner of that house, they could end up like that dead dragon too.

Kat struggled, insisting that they have to investigate more, that this was what spies did. But Kit knew that this was more than some make believe that the sisters spent their days acting out.

This was no longer a game.

Bloodpool

When he had heard what this job would be, he was a little surprised for sure, but something like this wouldn't shake him.

Bloodpool had been working in the darkest parts of society his whole life, and knew that the darkness of dragon's hearts knew no bounds.

Stepping into the butcher's he casually looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but after working as an investigator for years he could feel something was... off...

Buying a normal cut of meat, he headed back home to inspect. After picking up the meat and studying the bone, he drew in a sharp inhale of breath.

The was no doubt. This was the femur of a female obelisk. This was dragon meat.

After reporting his findings to the police who hired him, he lazily made his way back to the market square and watched the people enter the butchers. They left with bags full of meat, ready to eat.

Well... he thought... What they don't know can't hurt them.

ChocoCherry

ChocoCherry had been a judge for many years. But not once had he seen a crime like this.

He wasn't even sure if what stood in-front of him was truly a dragon - he seemed almost bored as he was sentenced with 3 counts of murder, to be put to death by the end of the year.

Although he didn't usually hand out death sentences, ChocoCherry knew that he could not let a dragon like this, who had terrorized this town, live here.

This was the hardest part of his job. But he knew that someone had to do it. Without him, dragons would get upset that crimes go unpunished.

So as he read out the punishment, he looked into those cold dead eyes of a killer, and felt nothing.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

Last edited on Sep 24, 2022 07:43:35 by Pockyyy

[center][size=7][color=Maroon][font=Century] Jinx the potion seller [/size][/color]After [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78727807][u]Jadenal[/u][/url] created Jinx, she could feel the evil residing in her. Scared than another one of her creations would become evil, she thought to kill it, but couldn't bring herself to destroy a creation. Instead she left her to the underground, a society less trusting that the town in which she lived. There Jinx lived her life, but unfortunately caught the attention of a dragon or two who would her presence less than desirable. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79590563][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/795906/79590563_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/O9HhN1j.png [/img] [nextcol] Jinx raised her head and looked up at the sky. Or at least, that was where the sky was supposed to be. Here all that surrounded her was stone; stone buildings, stone roads, and way above her was the stone ceiling that stretched for miles. This was the underground, where she did her business. Trading, selling, and brewing potions, her specialty. With no memories of her early life, she wasn't sure how she ended up here. But once you're here it is very hard to leave. So she had no choice but to sell her 'medicines'. And she would sell to anyone that would buy, no matter how young or sick they may be. [/columns]----- [size=6]Her effect on the world ----- [size=6][color= Navy ][u] Kiru [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78921883 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/1Clj2RO.png [/img] [nextcol]Kiru was strong. But never strong enough. Growing up in a competitive environment is tough for anyone, but for Kiru is was torture. No matter what it was, he always had to be the best, the strongest. But he just wasn't. That's life. Sometimes, you can try your hardest and it still won't work out. That's why he did what he did. Turned to darker methods. But not magic, no, that would be too noticeable. Instead be used even more dangerous tricks to win over his competitors. He had recently heard rumours of a substance, a potion that could help you overcome any challenge you faced. Most dragons passed this off as a lying con man, trying to make some treasure. But the promise of victory deluded him, and despite better judgement Kiru set off in search of this fabled sales person. Once he found her, instead of solving his problems, his troubles only increased. Sure, he was stronger, faster, smarter than before. However all of this could not compare to the side effects. Horrible nightmares, wicked headaches, he could never keep his food down for more than a few hours. It was obvious to all those around him that he was killing himself. Despite all these warning signs, Kiru refused to stop using this mysterious potion. No one could stop him at this point. It was his life, and he was willing to suffer for victory. He was invincible. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Green ][u] Flamerule [columns] A bright life lay ahead of Flamerule. Through his hard work and dedication to his field, he was able to achieve anything. He would constantly place high in competitions, pleasing both his family and his school that he competed for. But in this environment, you meet those who are not so fortunate. One of those dragons was Kiru, an old friend. He trained harder, studied more than any other dragon he knew, and was put under enormous pressure by those around him. Yet, for some reason, it wasn't enough. Although he tried to support his friend, he could tell it was getting him down, driving him down a path no dragon should venture to. Then one day, Kiru's performance was fantastic. At first, Flamerule was happy, but after seeing his friend's eyes he knew something had changed. This wasn't his friend. This was something else. Not everyone can handle this competitive world. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78953923 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/VG31jKT.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Hotpink ][u] Frosting [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79284421 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/iV4VGhh.png [/img] [nextcol]Frosting gleefully licked the cream off her claws. This cake was one of her best yet. For many years she had been a baker in this town, providing sweet treats for annual events and such. But she had always tried to improve on the recipes her mother had taught her, was always searching for new ways to put smiles on dragon's faces. Even if this meant to turning to more... questionable methods of procuring ingredients. And besides, ever since she had started using this concoction she had bought from the lovely underground potion dealer, she had been getting a lot more compliments on her food. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear her mother telling her to stop. But that voice was drowned out by the squeals of delight from all the dragons she fed her cakes to. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Purple ][u]Quirath [columns]Quirath gazed despairingly at the vial in her claws. Within that small glass container lay something she knew was made from evil. She had retrieved it from the home of one of her patients, a sick young dragon whose condition had only seemed to worsen these past few years. It had been her job to help save the ill, but although she tried, sometimes there are lost causes. But what hurt more than that was when they turned their back on her care, and sought out other, more insidious means of healing. What she had found that day reeked of ill intent, something made to trick the vulnerable. It was then she decided in her heart to stop this evil at its root. Whoever was selling this was going to pay. But not by her, she had patients to look after. Instead she passed the vial on to a trusted friend, one who could investigate the underground of this town. In the hopes that one day, somehow, this cycle of pain would end. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79628060 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/aPW4uMO.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6]A disastrous few trips to the surface ----- [size=6][color=Fuchsia ][u] Beet [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77734747 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/cqOhOZz.png [/img] [nextcol]Beet stared at the plant that was growing by his feet. There was something... wrong with it. Its leaves had all curled up, and the berries it was supposed to bear seemed as if they had given up growing about half way through. It was possible to harvest it now, but his stomach turned when he thought of actually eating it. Clutching it in his claws, he made his way home to show his sister, Tomato. While walking along the muddy paths he was reminded of a story his father had told him when he was still but a hatchling. When plants look like this, it means they're scared. Scared of something so evil that the roots from it have reached so far into the earth that even the plants can feel it. Beet could feel in his heart that something bad was happening. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Crimson ][u] Tomato [columns] With a face redder than usual, Tomato shouted obscenities as the dragon who scuttled into the long grass just before she could reach them. The red tail disappeared out of sight, and Tomato knew it was no use looking for them in there. But that didn't stop her this time. It wasn't the first time a dragon had come onto her farm - usually they were just there to steal a bit of free food. She would chase them off, but it was never a big deal. However this was different. Very different. This dragon was no thief. For a few weeks, they had been dumping strange chemicals and potions onto her family's land. It was killing the crops. This time she was not going to let this criminal scum escape. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77734748 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/5s5RG3O.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6] The end ----- [size=6][color= Orangered ][u] Mesu [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78398058 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/9CRuiWC.png [/img] [nextcol] Mesu spat out his drink into the gutter. It had been stagnant, again. Well no worries, he would be sure whoever sold him it would never see the light of day again. Besides, he had more important things to worry about today. There were stories of a new seller in town, one who deals in potions. And these potions were something Mesu had never seen before. He hated things he didn't know about. That's why he spent all his time gathering information, so that he could be the one who knows everything about this town. There was no way in hell this one dragon was going to mess everything up for him. No matter what, he would find this mysterious potion seller, and extract every last thing he wanted to know. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Darkblue ][u] Droplet [columns] Droplet trudged along the dirty streets, appearing weak, weary, and hungry. Bags lined her eyes and she was shaking even though it was not cold. Of course, this was all an act. One she had practiced for many years, perfected as to not stand out against those who were truly at their lowest. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her target. A brilliant scarlet dragon with a bright vermilion capsule, who spotted Droplet and offered her a potion for just 15 treasure. She had received her orders from Mesu, her boss, to scope out the competition. And if possible, eliminate. Smirking, Droplet thought this would be an easy job, there was no one around. Even a veilspun like her could take out this dragon with a bit of poison. So as she approached the dealer, asking for a potion, she carefully pricked her with the needle. It had been coated with a deadly poison, and the dragon would be dead in seconds. But although she waited, the dragon made no move. It was as if she didn't even realize she had been poisoned. Droplet's eyes narrowed as she quickly made her way away from the dragon, as to not seem suspicious. So... poison didn't work? This dragon would take something more to get rid of. But luckily, she knew the perfect dragon to help. Mixer was another dragon who wanted this mysterious new dragon gone, and knew the dragons who could get it done. It seems it was time to enlist some outside help. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80809011 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/xpTIOGI.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Green ][u] Mixer [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79805384 ][img]https://i.imgur.com/l417D8j.png [/img] [nextcol]Slamming the terrified dragon into the wall, Mixer demanded to know where he had bought the potion he had stuffed away in his bag. With a quavering voice, the dragon informed her that there was someone who was just selling it cheaper than Mixer had been, some red Bogsneak that was new in town. Anger filled her chest as the threw the dragon to the ground and smashed the glass bottle containing the precious liquid into the gutter. No one outsold her in this town. No one. They were not going to get away with this. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Gray ][u] Char [columns] Another day, another job. Char had worked under Mixer for many years now, and was the one she usually turned to when there was dirty work to be done. Although she had been warned this time the target was... different. They seemed much tougher than any ordinary bogsneak. But rumors like that weren't going to scare Char. Like always, she observed the target. Waited until they were alone. This dragon seemed to be alone most of the time, although Char never once saw them sleep or eat in the few days she spent following them. So once they turned into an alley, Char cast her spell. One that turns anything and everything into ash. As the target quickly burned up, not even sure what was happening, Char watched on, making sure that there was nothing left. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/80781744 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/lZ5fEFh.png [/img] [/columns]-----

Pockyyy

903

September 24, 2022 08:02:09

Jinx the potion seller

After Jadenal created Jinx, she could feel the evil residing in her. Scared than another one of her creations would become evil, she thought to kill it, but couldn't bring herself to destroy a creation.
Instead she left her to the underground, a society less trusting that the town in which she lived. There Jinx lived her life, but unfortunately caught the attention of a dragon or two who would her presence less than desirable.

Jinx raised her head and looked up at the sky. Or at least, that was where the sky was supposed to be.

Here all that surrounded her was stone; stone buildings, stone roads, and way above her was the stone ceiling that stretched for miles.

This was the underground, where she did her business. Trading, selling, and brewing potions, her specialty.

With no memories of her early life, she wasn't sure how she ended up here. But once you're here it is very hard to leave.

So she had no choice but to sell her 'medicines'. And she would sell to anyone that would buy, no matter how young or sick they may be.

Her effect on the world

Kiru

Kiru was strong. But never strong enough.

Growing up in a competitive environment is tough for anyone, but for Kiru is was torture. No matter what it was, he always had to be the best, the strongest.

But he just wasn't. That's life. Sometimes, you can try your hardest and it still won't work out.

That's why he did what he did. Turned to darker methods. But not magic, no, that would be too noticeable. Instead be used even more dangerous tricks to win over his competitors.

He had recently heard rumours of a substance, a potion that could help you overcome any challenge you faced. Most dragons passed this off as a lying con man, trying to make some treasure.

But the promise of victory deluded him, and despite better judgement Kiru set off in search of this fabled sales person.

Once he found her, instead of solving his problems, his troubles only increased. Sure, he was stronger, faster, smarter than before. However all of this could not compare to the side effects.

Horrible nightmares, wicked headaches, he could never keep his food down for more than a few hours. It was obvious to all those around him that he was killing himself.

Despite all these warning signs, Kiru refused to stop using this mysterious potion.

No one could stop him at this point. It was his life, and he was willing to suffer for victory.

He was invincible.

Flamerule

A bright life lay ahead of Flamerule. Through his hard work and dedication to his field, he was able to achieve anything.

He would constantly place high in competitions, pleasing both his family and his school that he competed for.

But in this environment, you meet those who are not so fortunate.

One of those dragons was Kiru, an old friend. He trained harder, studied more than any other dragon he knew, and was put under enormous pressure by those around him. Yet, for some reason, it wasn't enough.

Although he tried to support his friend, he could tell it was getting him down, driving him down a path no dragon should venture to.

Then one day, Kiru's performance was fantastic. At first, Flamerule was happy, but after seeing his friend's eyes he knew something had changed.

This wasn't his friend. This was something else.

Not everyone can handle this competitive world.

Frosting

Frosting gleefully licked the cream off her claws. This cake was one of her best yet.

For many years she had been a baker in this town, providing sweet treats for annual events and such. But she had always tried to improve on the recipes her mother had taught her, was always searching for new ways to put smiles on dragon's faces.

Even if this meant to turning to more... questionable methods of procuring ingredients.

And besides, ever since she had started using this concoction she had bought from the lovely underground potion dealer, she had been getting a lot more compliments on her food.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she could hear her mother telling her to stop. But that voice was drowned out by the squeals of delight from all the dragons she fed her cakes to.

Quirath

Quirath gazed despairingly at the vial in her claws. Within that small glass container lay something she knew was made from evil.

She had retrieved it from the home of one of her patients, a sick young dragon whose condition had only seemed to worsen these past few years. It had been her job to help save the ill, but although she tried, sometimes there are lost causes.

But what hurt more than that was when they turned their back on her care, and sought out other, more insidious means of healing.

What she had found that day reeked of ill intent, something made to trick the vulnerable.

It was then she decided in her heart to stop this evil at its root. Whoever was selling this was going to pay.

But not by her, she had patients to look after. Instead she passed the vial on to a trusted friend, one who could investigate the underground of this town.

In the hopes that one day, somehow, this cycle of pain would end.

A disastrous few trips to the surface

Beet

Beet stared at the plant that was growing by his feet. There was something... wrong with it.

Its leaves had all curled up, and the berries it was supposed to bear seemed as if they had given up growing about half way through. It was possible to harvest it now, but his stomach turned when he thought of actually eating it.

Clutching it in his claws, he made his way home to show his sister, Tomato. While walking along the muddy paths he was reminded of a story his father had told him when he was still but a hatchling.

When plants look like this, it means they're scared. Scared of something so evil that the roots from it have reached so far into the earth that even the plants can feel it.

Beet could feel in his heart that something bad was happening.

Tomato

With a face redder than usual, Tomato shouted obscenities as the dragon who scuttled into the long grass just before she could reach them.

The red tail disappeared out of sight, and Tomato knew it was no use looking for them in there. But that didn't stop her this time.

It wasn't the first time a dragon had come onto her farm - usually they were just there to steal a bit of free food. She would chase them off, but it was never a big deal.

However this was different. Very different. This dragon was no thief.

For a few weeks, they had been dumping strange chemicals and potions onto her family's land. It was killing the crops.

This time she was not going to let this criminal scum escape.

The end

Mesu

Mesu spat out his drink into the gutter. It had been stagnant, again. Well no worries, he would be sure whoever sold him it would never see the light of day again.

Besides, he had more important things to worry about today. There were stories of a new seller in town, one who deals in potions. And these potions were something Mesu had never seen before.

He hated things he didn't know about. That's why he spent all his time gathering information, so that he could be the one who knows everything about this town.

There was no way in hell this one dragon was going to mess everything up for him. No matter what, he would find this mysterious potion seller, and extract every last thing he wanted to know.

Droplet

Droplet trudged along the dirty streets, appearing weak, weary, and hungry. Bags lined her eyes and she was shaking even though it was not cold.

Of course, this was all an act. One she had practiced for many years, perfected as to not stand out against those who were truly at their lowest.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her target. A brilliant scarlet dragon with a bright vermilion capsule, who spotted Droplet and offered her a potion for just 15 treasure.

She had received her orders from Mesu, her boss, to scope out the competition. And if possible, eliminate.

Smirking, Droplet thought this would be an easy job, there was no one around. Even a veilspun like her could take out this dragon with a bit of poison.

So as she approached the dealer, asking for a potion, she carefully pricked her with the needle. It had been coated with a deadly poison, and the dragon would be dead in seconds.

But although she waited, the dragon made no move. It was as if she didn't even realize she had been poisoned.

Droplet's eyes narrowed as she quickly made her way away from the dragon, as to not seem suspicious.

So... poison didn't work? This dragon would take something more to get rid of. But luckily, she knew the perfect dragon to help.

Mixer was another dragon who wanted this mysterious new dragon gone, and knew the dragons who could get it done.

It seems it was time to enlist some outside help.

Mixer

Slamming the terrified dragon into the wall, Mixer demanded to know where he had bought the potion he had stuffed away in his bag.

With a quavering voice, the dragon informed her that there was someone who was just selling it cheaper than Mixer had been, some red Bogsneak that was new in town.

Anger filled her chest as the threw the dragon to the ground and smashed the glass bottle containing the precious liquid into the gutter. No one outsold her in this town. No one.

They were not going to get away with this.

Char

Another day, another job.

Char had worked under Mixer for many years now, and was the one she usually turned to when there was dirty work to be done.

Although she had been warned this time the target was... different. They seemed much tougher than any ordinary bogsneak. But rumors like that weren't going to scare Char.

Like always, she observed the target. Waited until they were alone. This dragon seemed to be alone most of the time, although Char never once saw them sleep or eat in the few days she spent following them.

So once they turned into an alley, Char cast her spell.

One that turns anything and everything into ash.

As the target quickly burned up, not even sure what was happening, Char watched on, making sure that there was nothing left.

Dragons with lore up for adoption

[center][size=7][color=Maroon][font=Century] The Demon of the Waste [/size][/color] [b]Tabu[/b] was the next creation of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78727807][u]Jadenal[/u][/url]. He was only half completed when he escaped. Jadenal had tried to create something too big, too wild for even her to handle. He was left with half a heart and half a brain. With nothing else to guide him, he succumbed to his demonic instincts. Living a few miles outside of town, in the mountains, he killed anything he saw that moved. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78951975][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/789520/78951975_350.png[/img][/url] [columns][img] https://i.imgur.com/FSF78Ht.png [/img] [nextcol] The wind rushed past the mountains, a gale force that would blow away any small dragon. But Tabu was no small dragon. Poking his head out his den, he saw them. A pair of dragons sheltering behind a tree, a few miles away. Mouth watering, he pulled his large body out of the cave, stepping over bones licked clean that had piled up over the past few months he had been there. Tabu had never known love, warmth, or comfort. In fact, he hadn't really known anything other than kill and eat. He didn't know why he was here, and never cared to. All he knew was that he wanted to kill. And soon, that was all those two poor dragons would know as well. [/columns]----- [size=6]Lucky and unlucky visitors ----- [size=6][color=Goldenrod ][u] Agate [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78947524 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/TiW9rKz.png [/img] [nextcol] The wild howled all around Agate as he made his way along the country path. It at least looked uninhabited from where he was. He hadn't seen any other dragon or settlement in the past hour. Plus, the fields that lay all around him seemed as if they could make good soil for crops. Pulling out his notebook and quill he attempted to write down how many trees he could count from this side of the mountain, but the wind was so strong he was unable to get anything down. He would just have to remember it - but that was his job after all. Noting that he had a few hours of sunlight left, Agate decided to head back and tell the mayor about this surveying experiment. It was certainly possible that the farmers could add some farms out here. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. A dragon? It was surely something big. With a sigh, he started heading towards where thought he had seen the dragon. If there was a clan here, he would have to talk to them at some point anyway. He just hoped they would be friendly. But this dragon was not friendly at all. In fact, he had no intention of speaking to this ridgeback that had shown up on his hunting land. That dragon only saw one thing - a fresh meal. Agate never returned home that night. [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Dodgerblue ][u]Sarah [columns] Sarah hesitated outside of her sisters room, unsure of whether to enter or not. She knew what she had found was AMAZING, but it did give her creepy vibes. And she had been told not to play that far away from their home. But after about a minute of deliberation she knew there was no way she could keep this a secret anymore. Bursting into Clara's room she told her everything. It was some sort of den, far out in the mountains. She had found it by a trail of bones, skulls of small animals and such. Inside was much bigger than you would have thought looking in. And she was just desperate to go back - it could be the perfect hiding place. Plus, all the skeletons inside were just awesome! It would be the sister's new hideout, for sure. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79977685 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/BqetkWo.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Dodgerblue ][u] Clara [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/79977686 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/aSd6bq1.png [/img] [nextcol] Clara grabbed her sister's paw tight. The light from the sun shone in the cave, but not very far. They would be in darkness within seconds once they entered. But these sisters were brave. Carefully they flew in, careful not to make a sound. However Clara couldn't help but gasp once they reached the main cave. It was just as Sarah had said - bones covered the floor, so many to choose from. Immediately she picked up the skull or something with horns, knowing it would be perfect for her collection. With a big smile on her face, she showed it to Sarah and they both giggled in glee. But their laughing didn't last long. Clara had just spotted something. It was a fresh corpse, covered in blood. She pointed it out to Sarah, who didn't seem to care much, saying there had been corpses last time, too. But Clara was smarter than that. That meant that whatever had killed all those things was still around, still lived here. They had to get out, and fast. Before whatever it was came back. [/columns]----- [size=6] Finally found ----- [size=6][color= Steelblue ][u] Seabreeze [columns]Seabreeze glided along the coast with his sister, Storm, watching the waves crash into the cliff face below. The sea air rushed up from below, filling their wings and spraying them with sea salt. He loved this smell, of the open water and fresh air. Maybe they could swoop lower and catch some fish later, too. But when he took in a deep breath, he noticed another smell. Something not from the sea, something from further inland. It was meat, rotting meat. But the smell was much stronger than anything he had ever experienced before. Seabreeze hesitated. This could be something dangerous - there wasn't many things that produced such a strong scent of death. But he knew that he couldn't ignore it. There was something there, and something bad. If there was other dragons in the area, they might have to be warned of it. Peeling off away from the coast, he shouted at his sister to follow him. Together they would get to the bottom of this. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569711 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/bmx6tSL.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Mediumblue ][u] Storm [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78569709 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/3CzPX0a.png [/img] [nextcol] Storm burst of of the lair, shouting at her brother to run. She was quickly followed by something large, with snapping teeth and swiping claws. Inside she had found what she could only describe as hell. Dead animals and dragons had lined the floor, half eaten, left to rot. The stench had been overwhelming. But worse than all that was the one thing alive in that mess. It was huge, as large as a ridgeback. She was surprised that it could even fit through that small cave entrance. Unluckily for her and her brother, she had annoyed it by entering its home. They raced through the air, avoiding the swipes of its dangerous spikes and claws. Only when they reached the shore line did it finally give up chase. They dived into the water, and swam for as long as they could hold their breath. They had to tell the people of that land that something evil was living there, and to warn them not to go near those mountains. However, they decided to take the long way around. [/columns]----- [size=6] Finally killed... ----- [size=6][color= Goldenrod ][u] Citron [columns]Goblet and Citron weren't guardians of peace, they never had any interest in become police officers or guards. They were just the best hunters of the town, and quite famous for it. One time they had brought back a chimera to town, one they had slayed together. It was un heard of, those vicious beasts were known to take down even the most experienced of hunters. That was why these two were called on when the town received word of something large, something evil, that was living in the mountains near their town. With reluctance they accepted the job - not because they wanted to, but because they knew that a crazy dangerous animal could endanger them all. It had to be dealt with quickly. Besides, they had confidence in themselves. They would be able to take it down - it was just a wild animal after all. [nextcol][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78878366 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/OJaBxrv.png [/img] [/columns]----- [size=6][color= Goldenrod ][u] Goblet [columns][url= https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78878364 ][img] https://i.imgur.com/TrQ2fyU.png [/img] [nextcol]Goblet lay below a tuft of bushes, making sure to not be seen. From here she could see the entrance to the cave, and anything that were to enter or exit it. Her and her brother had been up for days, carefully watching the den. It wasn't a dragon that was for sure, even though it could be mistaken for one. It was their job to kill it, but they didn't fancy going head to head. Instead they decided to use a more intelligent plan. The charges had been set, just above the mouth of the cave. Although neither of them had much experience with explosives, they were fast learners. Now all they had to do was wait. Just as the sun was setting, it returned. Clasped in its mouth was more fresh kills, more than one lone creature could eat by itself. But that would be the last living thing it hurt. Once its whole body had disappeared, Goblet gave the signal to Citron, and covered her ears. After pushing the switch, a loud boom echoed throughout the mountains. Tons of rock exploded, and crashed down. It was a landslide. Within seconds the entire entrance to the cave had been covered by layers of rock. They could hear it inside, bashing and scratching against the stone wall. But there was no way it was getting out of there now. Hopefully it would starve to death within a month. There was no body to bring back, but they both returned to town victorious. The evil was dead, or would be soon enough. [/columns]-----

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