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@Longtailsally457 your alastrina [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31393100] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/313932/31393100_350.png[/img] [/url] and my cricky [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41260488] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/412605/41260488_350.png[/img] [/url] [center]--- [size=2]At a glance, Cricky could tell when he was in the presence of another powerful magic user, and while that in itself wasn't too rare of an occurrence, this particular dragon caught his eye immediately. He didn't need to ask - the Wildclaw's gently gleaming scales, her brightly-coloured attire, and the quiet aura of radiance all around her... Yes, she was definitely of the light arts, and he couldn't help the grin that eased its way onto his features. He rarely allowed himself trips this far out into the Tangled Woods, but fascination was the winner this time. The Spiral zig-zagged closer to the mage, ensuring he was in her sight before he spoke. "Well, aren't you a beacon of brightness amongst these shady grounds? Even I fit in better around here, and I rarely ever fit in." Cricky's expression quickly shifted to a warmer look after that, careful to not seem as if he were insulting her, but the mischief still danced in his bright pupils as he continued. "I think you might like where I come from - plenty of light and all the more so of pink. How about I invite you over for some tea and an invigorating chat about magic? I'll even let you steal my name in exchange, if you so desire." He couldn't help throwing a wink her way with that line, wondering if she'd accept the sudden offer. Would she be courageous enough?[/size] -- [b]next person:[/b] please don't pick my progens, anyone else is fine![/center]

@demitri [s]claim! I'll write in a bit![/s] Keir [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=31666467] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/316665/31666467_350.png[/img] [/url] meet flustered darling, Sweetie [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38131960] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/381320/38131960_350.png[/img] [/url] [center]___________________________________________________________________________________[/center] Sweetie had been in the Starfall Isles for some several days, visiting friends, but there had been a certain dragon she'd run into several times. She wanted to talk to him, but each time she'd panic and flutter away quickly before she could be seen. This time though- This time she was gonna approach the handsome Coatl. She was determined and sure that she'd succeed this time, even if she was a stuttering mess. After going to the market, she browsed for several minutes. Looking at trinkets, but also searching for the Coatl. Having acquired a fresh pink rose, she was feeling confident. That was when she caught sight of him. Puffing her chest up and dusting her silks off, she set off towards him. Weaving through the crowd and ducking under a Guardian to avoid running into them. When she stopped in front of the dragon of her interest, though, she froze. Rose still in her mouth, but words stuck in her throat. Deities help her, he was even more handsome up close. Rich brown scales, and beautiful feathers with red and other softer colors shimmering on them. Clearing her throat with a squeak, she shrunk down and took the rose in her paws before quickly holding the flower up to him. Speaking quickly before she completely lost her nerve. "Ah! I'm s-sorry oh gosh, but you- You're r-really pretty? And ha-andsome- and I had to, um, come here and give you this, ah, r-rose-" Her voice had slowly lost volume as she spoke until she was basically muttering. Hunkered down and cheeks flushed an even brighter pink than her scales were.

@.ghostbreath
claim, for your beautiful boy rein! i'll be back in a bit :)

@effervience Bloody Garnet: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33487907] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/334880/33487907_350.png[/img] [/url] And Saramune: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40209873] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402099/40209873_350.png[/img] [/url] While Garnet is usually a very reserved dragon, he absolutely loves bright Imperials. Although I don't think his mate Viper would like it much if she found out about this "Saramune" he had been speaking to. [i]Everyone before Polonium is part of my lair. [/i]

@WearyVoyage [center][font=Century][i]Your Whisper…[/i][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38715686] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/387157/38715686_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][font=Century][i]…has caught my actor, Roland's, eye…[/i][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38044250] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380443/38044250_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][font=Century][b][s]—————————————————————————————————————————————[/s][/b][/center] [center][font=Century][size=6]R[/size]oland huffed impatiently, flicking his ears back against his head. He craned his neck to see around the massive curtain of dark colored vines and glowing blue mushrooms. Wrinkling his nose when he got to close to the fungus, he backed up and scraped his claws across the stone floor. "Rough day?" asked a soft voice from the other end of the stage. He turned around and was greeted by a pretty Guardian female, her eyes the brilliant yellow of Light flight. She was clutching a few props for the play he was about to go on stage and perform. The female cast him a sympathetic look before she began to set out the props in the place they needed to be. "Don't mind me, I didn't expect anyone to be here. You can continue to brood, if you'd like." "It's just…" Roland began, answering her question from when she had first appeared, "…just opening night jitters, I suppose. I've done this play at least a hundred times, in almost every region except for Nature and Plague and I'm still as skittish as a new familiar. Not to mention, whoever organized this thing somehow gave myself a completely different time to arrive for rehearsal than the rest of the cast did, so I'm stuck here while everyone else is late." The Guardian took a seat beside him, looking genuinely interested in what he might have to say. After a short pause, she told him, "I'm sure it will get better. You'll find that Shadow dragons enjoy plays like this. They like to see how fooled they can be by one's performance." "Really, now?" Roland asked, ears perked forward and head tilted to the side. The Guardian nodded. When he couldn't think of a way to continue the current conversation, he switched topics, "So, what's your name?" "Whisper," she replied quietly, as if she was trying to apply herself to her name. "Lovely name," he said politely. "I'm —" "Oh, I know who [i]you[/i] are," Whisper cut in cheerfully. "You're the actor — and star of this play — Roland." "It seems my reputation precedes me!" Roland chuckled, shaking his head slightly at the thought of being well known. He had never been after fame, but it seems that it had just ended up that way. "So I'm famous, am I now?" "Well, every cultured dragon in Sornieth has at least [i]heard[/i] of you in passing at some point or another," she told him. "I'm just happy to finally see your play in person. I volunteered to help with the set, which I do every now and then." "You've done a great job re-creating the set. If they were easier to travel with, then I wouldn't have gotten to see your lovely creation." Roland told her, examining the painted landscape on the wall. Whisper's face flushed a slight red. "And just think: if the cast had been late, I'd have never met such a lovely dragon as yourself." "Oh — you're — you're too kind, sir…" Whisper smiled. "How about after the play, you and I go for a walk. Maybe grab something to eat," Roland offered. "I think you and I could have a wonderful evening, if you're up for it, of course." "I think that would be nice," she said softly. "I'd like that, I really would." "Then it's a date." Roland flashed a smile and Whisper blushed an even deeper shade of red.

@TheRebelPilot [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38878360] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/388784/38878360_350.png[/img] [/url] your boy Skip [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39754347] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/397544/39754347_350.png[/img] [/url] My boy Agustin Agustin is pansexual and would probably flirt till he dropped with Skip <3333

@EgoLobster Your Serene [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6714115] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/67142/6714115_350.png[/img] [/url] My Schedar [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38963594] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/389636/38963594_350.png[/img] [/url] Looking at her glorious beauty makes Schedar feel like he's seen someone... Familiar? Someone oddly appealing, and someone, who at the same time, was reminding him of his own reflection.

[center][font=Cambria]@GoldenStardust oof, my apologies for the wait! was having some computer troubles, combined with working crazy hours...but i'm here now! hope you enjoy! [columns] [b][font=Cambria]My ol' mystery sneak, Hallows... [nextcol] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/347790/34778995_350.png[/img] [/columns] [columns] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/390127/39012672_350.png[/img] [nextcol] [b][font=Cambria]...finds himself very interested in Ingrid. [/columns] [font=Cambria]* [font=Cambria]It was not often that Hallows left the territory. He was hulking, built with a body slung low over tree-trunk legs and high-peaked shoulders. The Guardian carried his head low to the ground, his burning eyes gleaming out from under the mask and rags that concealed his face, and he spoke in a deep, rumbling growl. The Guardian couldn't help it, necessarily--when you spent most of your time fending off evil spirits, you took on a bit of an edge. Only when he truly needed something that none of his many clanmates could provide did he set foot out and about. He'd seen the looks on others' faces when he passed--the fear in their eyes, the prickle of their hackles when they realized that [i]there is something distinctly non-draconic about this creature.[/i] Hallows himself didn't know if their instincts were right, but he never cared to stay in public long enough to find out. But a clanmate of his had spoken of a powerful mage living in an allied clan in a territory in the Ends; an unforgiving place that the Guardian would not wish upon any other. And that was how he found himself in the Tundra, making his way to where the ground was constantly covered by snow and buffeted by blistering winds. He was weary; the Guardian did not often travel more than a few moments of flight away. Upon finding a small, hollowed-out burrow, he decided to set up camp for the night. After digging out a decently-sized hole in the frozen ground, soft enough to sleep, the beast settled in and curled in on himself. Naturally, as soon as sleep came, Hallows heard a twig snap. He was not alone. "...yes?" Hallows lifted his head, eyes flickering up and narrowing. It took him a moment of searching the russet pine limbs, peering in between the branches, to fix his gaze on a slight figure frozen mid-crouch on the ground. The Skydancer had the stance and the sharp eye of a huntress; the sort of dragon who would not snap twigs unless she wanted him to be made aware of her presence. She stood still like a hunting Foo, expression focused and wary. Hallows figured if she'd wanted to ambush, she would have when the element of surprise was on her side...so he heaved himself to his paws. "I appreciate the warning," he rumbled, gazing at her evenly. He could see her fully now--he fur was sleek and ivory, half-hidden beneath an impressive collection of skulls (trophies, the Guardian assumed) strewn into her clothing. Bloody-hued plumage coated her wings and tail, and she wore silks and satin along with her warrior's garb. A balance of elegance and danger; intimidation and beauty. Hallows cocked his head to the side, interested. "I hope I'm not intruding?" he asked quietly, taking a step closer. Her pale eyes followed him, shadowed by a sharp browbone, unreadable. "I'm only passing thr--" "You are not from here." Her reply was brusque, but her voice rung clear as a bell. "And I suggest you leave." It was rare a dragon did not immediately fear Hallows; rarer still that a dragon evoked fear in [i]him[/i] for a change. The Guardian raised his eyebrows, his paw freezing above the ground mid-step. A slow, easy smile spread across his face, barely visible to the stranger. "Frankly, my dear, you scare me enough that I'll heed that warning." He rose to his full height, stepping back. The Skydancer did not move, save for a small, impatient twitch of her tail, and Hallows dipped his head respectfully. Something in him warned him not to turn his back, not for an instant. "I'll go in peace. Follow me if you will, beautiful huntress." He was reluctant to turn his back, yes. But the Guardian was not sure what he feared about this oddly fascinating, stunning dragon: her attack, or her disappearance, leaving only a memory.

@tigresjumeaux [Better late than never? :'D I'm sorry for the wait!] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37033342] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/370334/37033342_350.png[/img] [/url] Yurd appraised the spread--salted mackerel and fried kelp on a bed of al dente rice--and found it lacking. True, he ate the same modest meal every night because he liked it, but it wouldn't do for a date. The old tundra huffed away his doubts and stirred a mug of spiced tea with a bit more vigor. Either it worked or it didn't, and if not that'd be the end of his problems anyway. If she accepted, things would get complicated. And Yurd was not known for rewarding or encouraging complications. He sees another hour pass on the shores between the Currents and the Blacksands, knowing in his bones this is foolish. His hope cools slower than the second plate he'd set out, but eventually Yurd abandons his post and disappears into the shimmery dunes to make roost. In the morning he'll sniff out another abandoned clutch and hawk the duds, get that creep Val to strongarm fodder at the auction house... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40452214] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404523/40452214_350.png[/img] [/url] In his absence, the eventide rolls further in and takes the form of a lithe giantess. She eats her dinner cold, as she prefers it, admiring the sculptwork of the dish afterward in bittersweet solitude. A leviathan such as she is rarely tempted from the depths, but someone here...has been singing. She suspected a beached bicorn and was eager to aid the beast, but the mystery lingers beyond the veil of thick smoke and molten glass further inward. Whatever this is, she thinks as she scrubs the empty bowl to a fine shine, it will have to wait another night. Already her cloudcover is thinning, and regardless of the tundra's kindnesses she doubts not only his sincerity but his loyalties as well. She fans her fins wide to savor the song's rich vibrations, each note trembling through her like a tuning fork. It really was very strange...

@heavylobster
Claim!