Dragon Share

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=169268] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1693/169268_350.png[/img] [/url] Hera is the matriarch of her clan. She built it from the ground up and she plans to lead it for a long time yet.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12129019] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/121291/12129019_350.png[/img] [/url] Elura founded her rag-tag crew of dragons from all walks of life, valuing strength and beauty above all. She houses them in the realms of the Tidelord, offering shelter to any who may need it, but only offering a home to those deemed worthy. To strengthen her genetic line, she cast aside her original mate for a shadowclan male, reasoning that their children would thrive better as a spitting image of their mother, rather than some mutated cotton candy monstrosity.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25604256] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/256043/25604256_350.png[/img] [/url] Duchess is the clan's leader, and founder.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1057450] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/10575/1057450_350.png[/img] [/url] [center][i]Narka and her sister Ramedea were born into an older-fashioned Clan of strictly Wildclaw dragons. When they matured into adults, they left their old Clan to start their own, and rule as leaders together. They found a quiet place to start in the Everbloom Gardens, with only a few dragons to accompany them. As they slowly built their Clan, they journeyed into the forest, entering The Gladeveins. Here they really worked on progressing their Clan, expanding territory as more members continued to join, most of which were Wildclaws. Eventually, a male of similar age to them joined in, and quickly he and Narka grew an interest for one another. His name was Karzor, and eventually they both knew they were in love. Narka spoke with Ramedea, and they allowed Karzor to have some voice in the Clan's ruling. Slowly, Karzor seemed to take Ramedea's place. With three young children - Blizzard, Zia, and Stone - Narka felt her heart grow a little soft. She and Karzor slowly abandoned their older ways, and allowed more dragons of other breeds to join their Clan, and no longer did strength govern heirarchy. Little did they notice that some of their older members felt vexed by these changes. A rebellion was soon upon them. They watched in horror as some of their own members, Ramedea included, turned on their own Clan. Those who realized the horror of their actions were swiftly brought down by the rebels. Their leader was Starless, a dragon Narka had always been a little wary of, but never had she thought he could commit such atrocities. She confronted her sister, and though Ramedea refused to fight, she did not turn against Starless. Instead, she accused Narka of choosing her mate over her own sister, and then fled from Narka's sight. Narka and Karzor regrouped, and ordered their three children to flee. It was apparent that Starless would destroy any possible opposers to his rule. The battle was bloody, but in the end Narka and Karzor found themselves defeated. They were slain before the Clan, side-by-side, and nothingness swamped Narka's senses. In both an eternity and a split second, Narka found herself wandering on a thin plane of existence. She was in both the physical and etheral realm, and yet also in neither. She roamed tormented for years, unable to settle in any space. Then she felt a tug in the deepest recesses of her energy. Mindless to her surroundings, merely existing and wandering, she suddenly found a goal after years of nothing. After some time, she returned to the nothingness, and then opened her eyes. Her body, or at least a newly formed one in the exact state of her previous before her death, had returned to house her soul. It was here she found Karzor, and a rather ancient necromancer draped in cloth so thick and dark, it was as if his body did not exist beneath the shadows. She took a few weeks to recuperate, but soon Karzor explained all that had happened. The Necromancer, as he went by no other name, was a solitary dragon who preferred his own company and that of nature's. He was attuned to the souls of those ripped from their bodies before their time or by horrendous claws, and Karzor's soul happened to wander close by. Using his powerful, ancient and dark magic, The Necromancer located what remained of Karzor's body and returned Karzor to his newly intact body a mere couple years after his death. After returning to full consciousness, The Necromancer explained a little of himself to Karzor. Karzor begged they try to find Narka's soul, so they could be reunited once more. They found Narka's remains, and used a form of summoning spell. It took many years, but soon Narka returned to them. Karzor's payment was serving The Necromancer in those years. Narka was ever grateful, promising to repay The Necromancer as soon as she could. The Necromancer put them under one last spell - after they asked it of him, he aged their bodies to what they would of been had they never been murdered, and were sent to rest off the effects. When they woke in their cave the next morning, The Necromancer was gone without a trace. It seemed he was satisfied with his work and payment, and preferred to leave in quiet. The pair journeyed to their old home, not quite sure what to do but knowing they needed to reclaim their Clan and save their friends. This is when they returned to find four dragons by the names of Confusa, Kallidus, Freelance, and BeyondKaos leading their Clan. Narka and Karzor recognized Confusa and Kallidus, and after the initial shock subsided, they wove the tale of their return to life. Afterwards, it was explained to them how, after years in the dark under Starless's rule, Confusa and Kallidus lead their own rebellion, and struck the tyrants down. They ripped out Starless's eyes and then left him to die. The others were either exiled, killed, or chased off. Though a small part of them was saddened that they could not exact their own personal revenge, they reveled in their Clan's release from darkness, and joined the other four as diplomatic leaders. Narka spotted her sister in the large crowd that had become her Clan, but she made no move to approach. Ramedea had aged as well, in mind and in body. She was now a veteran of the Clan, but rather than join any guard she was a Gatherer and hunter. She, too, made no move to approach her sister. Though Narka had more words than she thought could be possible to say to her sister, she knew any healing between them would come in due time. Narka and Karzor asked about their three children. Sadly, no dragon had seen or heard of them since the day they were told to flee for their lives. Narka and Karzor pray that, one day, their children will return to them, just as they returned to each other and their Clan.[/i][/center]

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=8662871] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/86629/8662871_350.png[/img] [/url] The gentle and noble leader of the Narrowsky clan. She is also the progenitor of it, creating the Narrowsky clan when she first met her mate and fellow progenitor, Narrowwing. No one has argued her rule of the clan, but they do know not to take her kindness and gentility as a weakness. Though she prefers negotiation to confrontation, Starsky is among the strongest dragons and is not afraid to fight. Starsky is the first to welcome new dragons to her home.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12131281] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/121313/12131281_350.png[/img] [/url] Ruchka is my proginator and queen of the clan. She nearly died trying to get away from her old clan.

[center]My radom progen's thoughts as he's sent to serve the Shadowbinder and as he's meeting his Lady (my custom)[/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=64517] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/646/64517_350.png[/img] [/url] He looked upon his Queen with eyes of love and curiosity. She was gorgeous and powerful, but she longed for power that was not earned, but given. He loved her dearly, but he didn’t crave the power and fear that she gave others. Instead, Bitten was much more quiet than he once was. Thinking back, he smiled at the past he had that led him here. Bitten came from the Shadowbinder himself--a proud statement. He was born with the power of shadows and darkness in him, but that never turned him from helping others or giving what he could. He loved his lineage, and when he was called to help aid the Shadowbinder, Bitten went without hesitation. He quickly made his way back to where he once came from, with vigor and happiness. The Shadowbinder welcomed him, only to put him with others that he had called and told them they were to aid him in the fight against the other Flights. Bitten, a little confused, still went with his creator, for he wanted nothing more than to please the one that gave him life. For many years Bitten stayed with the Shadowbinder, helping, fighting, and giving what he could to the cause. He stayed loyal to the very end. He grew in power and knowledge as well, changing many times in his growth. He was always willing to learn something new, and soon became the master of shadows and disguises. He would use these skills in the fight, becoming a Dragon that was known was “The Shadow Muse.” He was one of the only Dragons that would truly be unseen until the final moments. In his many years of servitude, the fight had finally calmed down, and soon many Dragons were leaving to return to their Clans below. He thought about home at that moment. They would leave with honor and nobility. He left the Shadowbinder and headed back to the Shadow Flight. He lived for many days on his own, looking for the perfect home to settle in. And that is when he found her. Persephone; a Dragon whose name he had heard many times on his travels. The Queen of the Damned, the Evil Queen, and other names. He looked upon her as she spoke with other Dragons of her flight, he himself hidden in the shadows. She was gorgeous and held herself with dignity and pride that he felt no other Dragon do. She had a wicked look in her eyes though, a look that was seductive and enticing as it was fearsome and dreadful. She was surely a Dragon that meant business when she spoke to you. Something in him told him that she was a Dragon worth loving. Somewhere beneath her, there had to be a place for love. And he wanted to be in that place. It was true that all Shadow Dragons held a love for power, but she screamed this love. She needed this power. He needed her. So, for the next week, he hid outside of her Clan, trying to think of the best way to approach such a Dragon. Finally, she walked out alone. Emerging from the shadows, he made his way up to her, and bowed. “I am a Noble of the Shadowbinder. I have come to speak with the Leader of this Clan.” He said. He could hear a growl start to form in her throat, but it stopped as quickly as it came. He looked up at her to see her smiling. “You’re in luck then. For I am the Leader of this Clan. Queen Persephone.” She stated, the look of power glinting in her eyes once more. “Oh, a Queen.” He bowed once more than stood. “It’s an honor to meet you.” “Come with me. We can speak in private.” She led him through the Clan, waving off any growling Dragons that confronted them. Each Dragon watched as she led this strange Dragon into her den and away from peeking eyes and ears. “What brings you here?” She asked, as she turned to back to fix something up. “The Shadowbinder.” She paused for only a moment, “I am a distant relation. Is that what this is about?” She turned back to him, a golden goblet in her hands. At the sight of the goblet, Bitten swallowed hard. What did she intend? Did she make a mistake? “Uh...no. I came here to let this Clan know that the fight is almost over and that the Shadow Flight is still safe from harm.” He felt the need to leave, and the need to stay happen all at once. She smirked at this information. “That’s an odd thing to have to come all this way to say. There is something else, isn’t there.” She prodded. Of course she wouldn’t believe him. That was the stupidest lie! In the end, he told her that the first time he laid eyes upon her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The conversation lasted a while, and although she seemed indifferent, he never once was told to stop. He hoped that he was getting somewhere. When he finished, the only word that she was was, “Drink.” He looked at the goblet that was sitting before him filled with a sweet smelling liquid. He looked up at her, now very hesitant. She insisted again. And again. Finally, he took the goblet and drank the sweet liquid. The liquid was warm and cool at the same time as he drank it. He felt his mind grow dizzy, but he never felt anything other than a great warmth and happiness. He looked at her could see a smile on her face. He gave one back and suddenly felt at home, a statement that she had said before. Home. It was history from there. Bringing his mind back, he looked at the Queen--his Queen, and realized that that drink could have the end of him, but instead it was the beginning. It was the beginning of a lifetime for him. - written by: ShadyoFayx[/center]

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3875950] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38760/3875950_350.png[/img] [/url] Naga is the Progenitor of Himinn, but does not have much of a role in the clan anymore after Sianar's coup.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21746602] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/217467/21746602_350.png[/img] [/url] Emeralina is pretty much the only one who takes any trouble to dress for the festivals... eventually... mid-week, usually :) She's also the one to befriend the latest familiar, but the peacock spider had run off somewhere. Friends, check behind you, carefully ;)

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2624113] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/26242/2624113_350.png[/img] [/url] [b][u]The Great and Fearless Leader[/u][/b] written by Arkonsel ”What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” Or so the saying goes...In Titan’s case, he took that quite literally. The Wildclaw roamed through the world, hunting for opponents that he thought worthy of his own terrifying talents on the battlefields. Legends sprang up in his wake - some say that he was born of an Emperor’s death throes. It has been said the creature split apart and from one of its bodies, an egg rolled out. The egg was fostered there, incubated in the warmth of cooling carcasses so that when it cracked open and the hatchling inside was born, the first thing it consumed was the flesh of the fallen. Others say that he was sent by the Plague Mother herself to weed out the weak and worthless. For surely no normal dragon, even one born on the battlefield, could survive so many battles and self-surgeries. He has set himself up as a judge but presides over no court, testing dragons instead, in mortal combat. Those whom he does not find worthy, he throws to his clan to devour. Nothing builds a dragon’s strength like the flesh of another dragon, after all - or so Titan preaches, and his devoted clan listens to him trustingly. Those whom he does find worthy… Titan believes in self-improvement and he practices what he preaches. Any who can last long enough to amuse him will be honored by becoming part of him after death. A claw, an ear, a horn, tail - whatever it is they fought most bravely with, Titan will sever and sew onto himself with no more sign of pain than he gave during the battle itself. He is impossible to defeat in battle; a strike that sends his guts spilling over the sands will only make him laugh and lunge forward, ravenous maw open wide to devour his opponent. His clan has been gathered from various places. They are all misfits who follow him as if he is their Messiah. They hang on his every word as if it is gospel from the Plague Mother. Their loyalty is as absolute as his immortality. He will never age. He will never die. He will take what is best and pollute and destroy all that remains. He is Titan, leader of Clan Nekrós.[/center]