@waterbend I tried to peek around your lair and I hope I did alright keeping to the lore you have in place. Sorry for any typos! It is 3:30AM here... Still, I hope you enjoy!
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Varygosa is a complicated creature. Upon first glance, one might think they encountered a great female dragon within the infected catacombs. Her form, jerking erratically in vicious pursuit would be enough to strike fear in any unfortunate enough to meet their doom at her claws. Little do they know they are chased by something far more sinister.
In truth, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/51831297]Queen Obsidian[/url] had grown tired of tinkering with a banescale she had risen to life, intending it as a soldier. The female had suffered a head injury in her life that seemed to render her an empty husk in her unlife and the work to find use for this doll of rancid meat was proving to be a waste of valuable resources. The dragoness was cast into the infected catacombs along with vials and powders that had spoiled or failed in their rendering. A pile of waste to feed the vile inhabitants of her labyrinth. In this admission of failure, however, one of her greatest successes was born. While many of Obsidian's experiments were catered to her own special interests, some had the clan's future at their center. She had worked to hybridize a great variety of plants from far and wide, intending to create a farmable food source in their frigid homeland. One of the discarded samples had been a base of moss, mushrooms, and algae; magically infused to resist death as it was exposed to the most extreme conditions. In spite of its strength, it failed to propagate. No nutrient seemed to encourage it to flourish. As the vial it sat dormant in shattered on the banescale's spines, it settled onto her hide. The chemicals disposed of alongside it spurred mutations while her half decomposed flesh awakened the potential of the small bryophyte. It took hold and spread, rooting into the tracks of her long dead nervous system. It grew overlapping caps like a white rot fungus forming a scale-like texture over the hide, reinforced as the sharpest of her own natural form was wrenched to this new surface. As it began to thrive, the dragoness twitched without manipulation or command. Her blue eyes opened and her chest heaved with a frigid imitation of breath, blue spores puffing from gaps in her hide and from between her fangs with the heavy exhale. Twitching like a marionette on cheap strings, the parasite and its puppet rose. With a mighty roar, the Varygosa fungus spread its spores about the frozen chamber it awoke in before lumbering it's host forward in search of meat to feed its spawning garden.
The Varygosa hunts in the infected catacombs, competing for every pound of flesh it feeds to the blue mossy parasite it spreads across the walls. The moss hides sinister spiked vines and their paralytic sap, lying in ambush for any fool who dares touch the surface. The Varygosa is one parasite, overtaking chasms and chambers. The host's web of detection grows with each meal.
Within these halls a fate worse than falling to fang and claw under a soulless gaze looms. For with one inhale the spores can take root in the lungs. Stronger now, it is not long before they begin to grow over the nerves. Within a week, a new host will roam the catacombs in search of prey. In the face of such a mindless threat, one must aknowledge that [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57349229]Wraith[/url] (in his final moments before his thoughts faded with his call to the Ice Warden to claim his soul) was either incredibly brave or detrimentally foolish... Regardless of the circumstance, six eggs bore the genetic mark of the first host to the Varygosa. None would ever manage the same feat with the first host again.
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Feel free to use any, all, or none of this! It was a fun write!
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Next: Take your pick!
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You do not have to by any means, but if you are like me and like to see if there is any lore in the clan here are a few of my dragons who have lore written if you'd like to see our vibe:
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73007230]Wraithe[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73758181]CloudReaper[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78738504]Wren[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75034976]Athame[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76439987]Leoline[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/77050456]Tesai[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73796824]Showman[/url], [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74370816]Rho[/url]
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waterbend I tried to peek around your lair and I hope I did alright keeping to the lore you have in place. Sorry for any typos! It is 3:30AM here... Still, I hope you enjoy!
Varygosa is a complicated creature. Upon first glance, one might think they encountered a great female dragon within the infected catacombs. Her form, jerking erratically in vicious pursuit would be enough to strike fear in any unfortunate enough to meet their doom at her claws. Little do they know they are chased by something far more sinister.
In truth,
Queen Obsidian had grown tired of tinkering with a banescale she had risen to life, intending it as a soldier. The female had suffered a head injury in her life that seemed to render her an empty husk in her unlife and the work to find use for this doll of rancid meat was proving to be a waste of valuable resources. The dragoness was cast into the infected catacombs along with vials and powders that had spoiled or failed in their rendering. A pile of waste to feed the vile inhabitants of her labyrinth. In this admission of failure, however, one of her greatest successes was born. While many of Obsidian's experiments were catered to her own special interests, some had the clan's future at their center. She had worked to hybridize a great variety of plants from far and wide, intending to create a farmable food source in their frigid homeland. One of the discarded samples had been a base of moss, mushrooms, and algae; magically infused to resist death as it was exposed to the most extreme conditions. In spite of its strength, it failed to propagate. No nutrient seemed to encourage it to flourish. As the vial it sat dormant in shattered on the banescale's spines, it settled onto her hide. The chemicals disposed of alongside it spurred mutations while her half decomposed flesh awakened the potential of the small bryophyte. It took hold and spread, rooting into the tracks of her long dead nervous system. It grew overlapping caps like a white rot fungus forming a scale-like texture over the hide, reinforced as the sharpest of her own natural form was wrenched to this new surface. As it began to thrive, the dragoness twitched without manipulation or command. Her blue eyes opened and her chest heaved with a frigid imitation of breath, blue spores puffing from gaps in her hide and from between her fangs with the heavy exhale. Twitching like a marionette on cheap strings, the parasite and its puppet rose. With a mighty roar, the Varygosa fungus spread its spores about the frozen chamber it awoke in before lumbering it's host forward in search of meat to feed its spawning garden.
The Varygosa hunts in the infected catacombs, competing for every pound of flesh it feeds to the blue mossy parasite it spreads across the walls. The moss hides sinister spiked vines and their paralytic sap, lying in ambush for any fool who dares touch the surface. The Varygosa is one parasite, overtaking chasms and chambers. The host's web of detection grows with each meal.
Within these halls a fate worse than falling to fang and claw under a soulless gaze looms. For with one inhale the spores can take root in the lungs. Stronger now, it is not long before they begin to grow over the nerves. Within a week, a new host will roam the catacombs in search of prey. In the face of such a mindless threat, one must aknowledge that
Wraith (in his final moments before his thoughts faded with his call to the Ice Warden to claim his soul) was either incredibly brave or detrimentally foolish... Regardless of the circumstance, six eggs bore the genetic mark of the first host to the Varygosa. None would ever manage the same feat with the first host again.
Feel free to use any, all, or none of this! It was a fun write!
Next: Take your pick!
You do not have to by any means, but if you are like me and like to see if there is any lore in the clan here are a few of my dragons who have lore written if you'd like to see our vibe:
Wraithe,
CloudReaper,
Wren,
Athame,
Leoline,
Tesai,
Showman,
Rho
@MaeBell16
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Wrath is an appropriate name for this Aberration.
It's not like she intended to turn out this way, but fate had other plans for her. Having suffered an untimely death at the claws of others, she was in the dark for the longest time. Maybe her spirit lingered, maybe she was trapped beneath the swampy earth. Whatever happened during that time, she wasn't fully aware of it. All she knew was that she'd given her life up for the safety of her clan.
Her memories of inky darkness were abruptly sliced through by a meager light. Her first experiences were among the tombstones of her clan's graveyard, gazing around the mist frantically and being disoriented by having consciousness laid heavily upon her. Everything happened too fast; who had brought her back? There was no other explanation for this.
Needless to say, she had a grudge to attend to. Her attacker was very unlucky that she'd caught a glimpse of their face, although given her two heads, it was hard [i]not[/i] to.
next person: I'd like lore for Blueberry, a dragonsona I made for one of my friends. There's an outfit plan in her bio, as well as a link to my own dragonsona. Feel free to poke around my lair to see if there's any existing lore!
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MaeBell16
Wrath is an appropriate name for this Aberration.
It's not like she intended to turn out this way, but fate had other plans for her. Having suffered an untimely death at the claws of others, she was in the dark for the longest time. Maybe her spirit lingered, maybe she was trapped beneath the swampy earth. Whatever happened during that time, she wasn't fully aware of it. All she knew was that she'd given her life up for the safety of her clan.
Her memories of inky darkness were abruptly sliced through by a meager light. Her first experiences were among the tombstones of her clan's graveyard, gazing around the mist frantically and being disoriented by having consciousness laid heavily upon her. Everything happened too fast; who had brought her back? There was no other explanation for this.
Needless to say, she had a grudge to attend to. Her attacker was very unlucky that she'd caught a glimpse of their face, although given her two heads, it was hard
not to.
next person: I'd like lore for Blueberry, a dragonsona I made for one of my friends. There's an outfit plan in her bio, as well as a link to my own dragonsona. Feel free to poke around my lair to see if there's any existing lore!
@Dreamsicle262
[quote name:"Lore for Blueberry"]Blueberry was a dancer for many moons. Her artistry in the skies could bring even the most hardened of hearts to tears. For the entirety of her life, she wished nothing but to fly and dance. Unfortunately, after an accident that broke one of her wings and took months to heal, she was told she would never be able to dance the way she had before.
Heartbroken, she found company in an aether who would someday become her mate. Together they would read books and fall in love with the stage they shared in their minds. A stage that played out the stories, brought to life in their imagination, much like how blueberry had created stories in the sky with her dance. [/quote]
I hope you like it! Blueberry's outfit is so elegant and soft looking, it immediately made me think of a ballerina.
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For the person below me; each dragon in the first three tabs is fair game; some have lore, some don't, but all have little blurb in their broadcast message that tells a little bit about them, even if nothing is written out. I look forward to seeing what you make and/or add onto!
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Dreamsicle262
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Blueberry was a dancer for many moons. Her artistry in the skies could bring even the most hardened of hearts to tears. For the entirety of her life, she wished nothing but to fly and dance. Unfortunately, after an accident that broke one of her wings and took months to heal, she was told she would never be able to dance the way she had before.
Heartbroken, she found company in an aether who would someday become her mate. Together they would read books and fall in love with the stage they shared in their minds. A stage that played out the stories, brought to life in their imagination, much like how blueberry had created stories in the sky with her dance.
I hope you like it! Blueberry's outfit is so elegant and soft looking, it immediately made me think of a ballerina.
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For the person below me; each dragon in the first three tabs is fair game; some have lore, some don't, but all have little blurb in their broadcast message that tells a little bit about them, even if nothing is written out. I look forward to seeing what you make and/or add onto!
@Deviation
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[i]"Names are a... precious thing.."[/i]
Spirits can be as fickle as can be, and being an exorcist is no easy task. Some spirits pass on easily, with so much of a final wisp becoming the last trace.
Others... put up a fight, to which Arcturus needs to take more drastic measures. Capturing a soul, capturing a [i]name[/i] is the skill he's most talented in. He's the last resort. The [i]famed[/i] threat to the lingering spirit. To the soul, it's either pass on, let go of the tethers binding them to the planes.. or be captured by the Imperial and remain in his... care. For all eternity.
Arcturus is not a cruel keeper, be that as it may sound. He does keep [i]thorough[/i] accounts of the names that he collects through such means. While he doesn't have as many names as the stars in the night sky, he aspires to collect enough to match the astral heavens.
[rule]
For the person below me, pretty much anything in the first two tabs of my lair is open!
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Deviation
"Names are a... precious thing.."
Spirits can be as fickle as can be, and being an exorcist is no easy task. Some spirits pass on easily, with so much of a final wisp becoming the last trace.
Others... put up a fight, to which Arcturus needs to take more drastic measures. Capturing a soul, capturing a
name is the skill he's most talented in. He's the last resort. The
famed threat to the lingering spirit. To the soul, it's either pass on, let go of the tethers binding them to the planes.. or be captured by the Imperial and remain in his... care. For all eternity.
Arcturus is not a cruel keeper, be that as it may sound. He does keep
thorough accounts of the names that he collects through such means. While he doesn't have as many names as the stars in the night sky, he aspires to collect enough to match the astral heavens.
For the person below me, pretty much anything in the first two tabs of my lair is open!
@Fjordhop
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Curses are strange things.
Some are quick and vicious, sinking their venomous fangs into your heel before you can react. Others take their time, their corrosive poison seeping through your veins and devouring you whole without a word. Sometimes their effects manifest immediately, in searing agony that rips through your muscles and locks you in place. Sometimes they take longer, an insidious infection you can [i]feel[/i] as it takes hold of you and makes you into something you can no longer recognise as yourself.
Gjamongla’s curse, unfortunately, fits all of these.
She’s used to it by now, of course. At first it was unbearable. The ferocious bite of ice within her flesh, scales cracking and splintering to allow for new growths of crystal. Now they grow unhindered, breaking off every so often when it becomes too much. Her movements are slow, each limb dragging through the snow in jerky, erratic motions. The Mith that flutters along beside her provides her with the sight she no longer has, her eyes clouded over and nerves frostbitten by the blizzard that has taken hold of her whole self. Her anger has cooled over the years, from a raw bubbling rage to a simple festering resentment, bitter on her blackened tongue. And with it comes the faintest taste, the sourness of knowing.
It could have been far, far worse.
[rule]
For the next person: Any dragon not on exalt row and with a name is fine. There’s little bits of writing in each dragon’s bio, but that can be ignored if you would prefer. :D
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Fjordhop
Curses are strange things.
Some are quick and vicious, sinking their venomous fangs into your heel before you can react. Others take their time, their corrosive poison seeping through your veins and devouring you whole without a word. Sometimes their effects manifest immediately, in searing agony that rips through your muscles and locks you in place. Sometimes they take longer, an insidious infection you can
feel as it takes hold of you and makes you into something you can no longer recognise as yourself.
Gjamongla’s curse, unfortunately, fits all of these.
She’s used to it by now, of course. At first it was unbearable. The ferocious bite of ice within her flesh, scales cracking and splintering to allow for new growths of crystal. Now they grow unhindered, breaking off every so often when it becomes too much. Her movements are slow, each limb dragging through the snow in jerky, erratic motions. The Mith that flutters along beside her provides her with the sight she no longer has, her eyes clouded over and nerves frostbitten by the blizzard that has taken hold of her whole self. Her anger has cooled over the years, from a raw bubbling rage to a simple festering resentment, bitter on her blackened tongue. And with it comes the faintest taste, the sourness of knowing.
It could have been far, far worse.
For the next person: Any dragon not on exalt row and with a name is fine. There’s little bits of writing in each dragon’s bio, but that can be ignored if you would prefer. :D
@finalhunt
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One would think that the shore would be a safe place to linger on. Frill, however, knows better. Or, rather, it’s not so much the shore he protects and guards, but the ocean and those who live beneath the surface. There’s dangers and those who prove themselves untrustworthy lurking round every corner, and Frill needs to keep his wits about him at all times.
He does have to eat, though, and luckily there’s lots of fish around to satisfy his appetite. Frill’s certainly not afraid of getting his feet wet, in fact he rather enjoys diving beneath the waves, though he’s just as happy catching fish from the shore as well.
NP: anyone from [url= https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/546128/2073111/3?name=&type=undefined]here[/url] is fine! Some of them have notes/a tiny bit of lore, but you can ignore that if you want to.
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finalhunt
One would think that the shore would be a safe place to linger on. Frill, however, knows better. Or, rather, it’s not so much the shore he protects and guards, but the ocean and those who live beneath the surface. There’s dangers and those who prove themselves untrustworthy lurking round every corner, and Frill needs to keep his wits about him at all times.
He does have to eat, though, and luckily there’s lots of fish around to satisfy his appetite. Frill’s certainly not afraid of getting his feet wet, in fact he rather enjoys diving beneath the waves, though he’s just as happy catching fish from the shore as well.
NP: anyone from
here is fine! Some of them have notes/a tiny bit of lore, but you can ignore that if you want to.
1:1000 
goal!
