Hi, Welcome to the Yggdrasil Lore Shop. All Lore is written personally by me. Some examples of Lore are listed below.
For my Dragons:
Name: Yggdrasil
Hatchling: Her Eyes fluttered open, the soft eggshell white of the clouds split the soft blue sky that she had just fallen from, creating a beautiful dream. She looked to her sides, on one, vast plains reaching out to forever, on the other, a vast tree, Stretching up to cradle the sky, and reaching down to hold the world together. At that moment she knew its name, and hers, as she wished to hold the world she loved and cradle those she cared for. Yggdrasil.
Dragon: She was in her mid years, a fierce but gentle woman. She was nurturing, but dangerous, willing to die or kill, to protect those she loved. She was wise, the beginning of a nest of dragons, a Queen in her home.She was a beautiful leader, Kind and beautiful. She was magical.And she was glad that she managed to live up to her name.
Name: Zepheniah
Her body and wings were was pure white, glittering in the sunlight. Often they
would cast pearlescent rainbows around the walls of her warm house. Her parents adored her, playing with her and spending days with her, wrapped in a comforting greeting of love. Until the day the men attacked. The men attacked the Coatl Nature village that her family lived in. She remembered running, sliding on the wet grass that stained her pelt. She ran and ran until she saw her house, and gasped with sheer horror at the sight. The windows were broken and the door was ripped off and in pieces in the yard, destroying the pristine garden her mother worked so hard on. She ran to the door and entered in time to see everything she loved ripped forcibly from her. On the floor lay her dad.
His sweet, cherry eyes were blank and lifeless, his pale rose stomach was
slashed and his body was mangled. He lay in a pool of his own sanguine blood. She ran up to him, big streams of water running down her cheeks and splashing onto the floor, disturbing the streams of red. She knelt next to him, her wings splashing down into his blood, staining them.She cried more tears and screamed out, her vocal chords shredding themselves from the sheer sorrow that forced itself out of her.
Suddenly, a scream of pure terror shot through the house, in a voice so
familiar that her heart shattered even more as her eyes widened and her legs shook. She bolted upstairs, just in time to see a young Wildclaw female back her mother into a wall. Her mother's eyes shot around and finally met hers. Her mother smiled one last smile, tears dripping down her face, as the Wildclaw pounced on her neck.
The hatchling screamed a bloodcurdling roar that shot ribbons of gold
energy through the air, circuits of gold running down her body and tainting the ends of her cream and sanguine wings. Golden chains shot from the circuits that crisscrossed her body and ripped through the sadistic Wildclaw who still wore a smile on her face as she died. A Golden fire erupted from the little girl's wings and overtook the house, her eyes glowing like miniature suns. Everything went white.
She awoke, the sounds of crackling fires played softly with the crickets and
winds. She stood up, looking around to see ash and fire. A golden tear erupted from her eye and plopped onto the ground, splattering everywhere. She would never forget what happened. She was someone new entirely. A hunter, a killer. She accepted her new body, the dark colors a grand contrast to her old pale body. And with a new body, comes a new name. she thought, scrunching her eyes together. Zepheniah, The Witch of Endor
Name: Khonsu
He ran through the dim woods, the aqua fluorescent mushrooms casting a ghostly demeanor on the trunks as the hatchling zipped past them. The night sounds created a crescendo of music that caressed the hatchlings ears and created a film on his tongue. He stopped in a clearing, that was like a halo in the woods, a beacon of desire. The hatchling walked forward, the dark grass glowing where his footsteps tracked glowing blades. His entire black pelt glimmered in the moonlight. He opened his jaw and out came a symphony of beautiful notes that flitted through the trees. Catching the ears of the night creatures. Everything was silent
He belted out a high tone and then a low note that rippled up to a high note. He closed his eyes, singing a little longer.
He opened his eyes to see the night animals watching him, as well as a jade dragon with coal black wings, and multicolored steam misted off of her scales.
She smiled at him and nodded, assuring him that it was ok. He smiled.
He opened his mouth and the gods echoed his cries. Silver circuits of pure moonlight raced down his pelt as his very soul quivered with the sounds that shot from his snout. A blast of silver mist shot from his pelt and flooded the field, flashing gray and white lights whispered through the mist as his voice commanded the powers of the moon.
He stopped, his voice quaking softly with the last note that shivered in the night. He wasn't expecting that. He'd never sang for anyone before.
To the right, he saw a flash of sanguine and saw a beautiful Skydancer, and instantly knew that he was someone new. Having no name because he'd been abandoned in the woods because his village, a nature Coatl village in the north, had been attacked by savages, hed always wondered what hed be named. He was new. A siren, an enchanter. Khonsu,He thought.The moons guardian.
For others:
Name: Xanaver
Owner: melbelletrend
As Poseidon whipped across the ocean, the salty breeze coursing through his hair as he churned up the waves in a neverending torrent, a miracle happened. When the mist curled in just the right way, the seafoam pushing up, Poseidon saw it. The King of Storms.
He gripped his trident, curling a tendril of sea foam around his wrist, grabbing the moon's reflection. He molded the body, the soft papyrus moonlight, like clay. Rolling out the dark gray clouds until they shined aqua, he attached them to the body as wings. He ripped sand from the ground and pulled it like taffy to form a tail. Folding the waves, he pinched feathers and attached them. The body was almost perfect. Looking up, he saw the bright night sky. He smiled as he pulled the distant stars that shone the brightest down and sewed them onto the body, making them shine new. He sighed, a blue smoke floating into the new bodies mouth, as it opened its eyes and sucked in a gravelly shaky breath that was coarse and gritty.
“Your name is Xanaver”
Name: Ainslee
Owner: FireHeartSong
Revenge. Persuasion. Two things Ainslee knew very well. So much so, she remembered their feeling just like she remembered every curve of the cursed runes on her pelt. She thought quietly to herself as she plunged her claw into the Nocturne who had failed her. She felt no remorse, no guilt. He was a puppet to her. Useless and bouncing around on strings that she pulled taut around his neck with every second he obeyed her. She was bored with him and decided that maybe she should find a new plaything. She laughed in a low rumbling chuckle as a group of drunken Wildclaws waddled down the alleyway that she was residing. The moment one of them saw her, his face filled with a sadistic, lust filled grin. He had not seen the body yet, so she nudged it away as her smile grew wider. She was going to have so much fun with them.
Deep in the night, A sound can be heard, like a scream or a whimper. Maybe it's just the wind or the rumble of the magic that quakes under the polished cobblestones. No one knows, and no one looks up as a woman wearing a cloak of crimson, or maybe sanguine paint, flies into the air with two wildclaws who fly submissively after her, like they are being gripped by a chain, or string of red magic.
Short: 10kT
(Vague but still tells the story. Ex. Yggdrasil)
Detailed: 20kT
(More of a Story. Ex. Ainslee)
Intricate: 30kT
(Very detailed and developed. Ex. Zepheniah)
For my Dragons:
Name: Yggdrasil
Hatchling: Her Eyes fluttered open, the soft eggshell white of the clouds split the soft blue sky that she had just fallen from, creating a beautiful dream. She looked to her sides, on one, vast plains reaching out to forever, on the other, a vast tree, Stretching up to cradle the sky, and reaching down to hold the world together. At that moment she knew its name, and hers, as she wished to hold the world she loved and cradle those she cared for. Yggdrasil.
Dragon: She was in her mid years, a fierce but gentle woman. She was nurturing, but dangerous, willing to die or kill, to protect those she loved. She was wise, the beginning of a nest of dragons, a Queen in her home.She was a beautiful leader, Kind and beautiful. She was magical.And she was glad that she managed to live up to her name.
Name: Zepheniah
Her body and wings were was pure white, glittering in the sunlight. Often they
would cast pearlescent rainbows around the walls of her warm house. Her parents adored her, playing with her and spending days with her, wrapped in a comforting greeting of love. Until the day the men attacked. The men attacked the Coatl Nature village that her family lived in. She remembered running, sliding on the wet grass that stained her pelt. She ran and ran until she saw her house, and gasped with sheer horror at the sight. The windows were broken and the door was ripped off and in pieces in the yard, destroying the pristine garden her mother worked so hard on. She ran to the door and entered in time to see everything she loved ripped forcibly from her. On the floor lay her dad.
His sweet, cherry eyes were blank and lifeless, his pale rose stomach was
slashed and his body was mangled. He lay in a pool of his own sanguine blood. She ran up to him, big streams of water running down her cheeks and splashing onto the floor, disturbing the streams of red. She knelt next to him, her wings splashing down into his blood, staining them.She cried more tears and screamed out, her vocal chords shredding themselves from the sheer sorrow that forced itself out of her.
Suddenly, a scream of pure terror shot through the house, in a voice so
familiar that her heart shattered even more as her eyes widened and her legs shook. She bolted upstairs, just in time to see a young Wildclaw female back her mother into a wall. Her mother's eyes shot around and finally met hers. Her mother smiled one last smile, tears dripping down her face, as the Wildclaw pounced on her neck.
The hatchling screamed a bloodcurdling roar that shot ribbons of gold
energy through the air, circuits of gold running down her body and tainting the ends of her cream and sanguine wings. Golden chains shot from the circuits that crisscrossed her body and ripped through the sadistic Wildclaw who still wore a smile on her face as she died. A Golden fire erupted from the little girl's wings and overtook the house, her eyes glowing like miniature suns. Everything went white.
She awoke, the sounds of crackling fires played softly with the crickets and
winds. She stood up, looking around to see ash and fire. A golden tear erupted from her eye and plopped onto the ground, splattering everywhere. She would never forget what happened. She was someone new entirely. A hunter, a killer. She accepted her new body, the dark colors a grand contrast to her old pale body. And with a new body, comes a new name. she thought, scrunching her eyes together. Zepheniah, The Witch of Endor
Name: Khonsu
He ran through the dim woods, the aqua fluorescent mushrooms casting a ghostly demeanor on the trunks as the hatchling zipped past them. The night sounds created a crescendo of music that caressed the hatchlings ears and created a film on his tongue. He stopped in a clearing, that was like a halo in the woods, a beacon of desire. The hatchling walked forward, the dark grass glowing where his footsteps tracked glowing blades. His entire black pelt glimmered in the moonlight. He opened his jaw and out came a symphony of beautiful notes that flitted through the trees. Catching the ears of the night creatures. Everything was silent
He belted out a high tone and then a low note that rippled up to a high note. He closed his eyes, singing a little longer.
He opened his eyes to see the night animals watching him, as well as a jade dragon with coal black wings, and multicolored steam misted off of her scales.
She smiled at him and nodded, assuring him that it was ok. He smiled.
He opened his mouth and the gods echoed his cries. Silver circuits of pure moonlight raced down his pelt as his very soul quivered with the sounds that shot from his snout. A blast of silver mist shot from his pelt and flooded the field, flashing gray and white lights whispered through the mist as his voice commanded the powers of the moon.
He stopped, his voice quaking softly with the last note that shivered in the night. He wasn't expecting that. He'd never sang for anyone before.
To the right, he saw a flash of sanguine and saw a beautiful Skydancer, and instantly knew that he was someone new. Having no name because he'd been abandoned in the woods because his village, a nature Coatl village in the north, had been attacked by savages, hed always wondered what hed be named. He was new. A siren, an enchanter. Khonsu,He thought.The moons guardian.
For others:
Name: Xanaver
Owner: melbelletrend
As Poseidon whipped across the ocean, the salty breeze coursing through his hair as he churned up the waves in a neverending torrent, a miracle happened. When the mist curled in just the right way, the seafoam pushing up, Poseidon saw it. The King of Storms.
He gripped his trident, curling a tendril of sea foam around his wrist, grabbing the moon's reflection. He molded the body, the soft papyrus moonlight, like clay. Rolling out the dark gray clouds until they shined aqua, he attached them to the body as wings. He ripped sand from the ground and pulled it like taffy to form a tail. Folding the waves, he pinched feathers and attached them. The body was almost perfect. Looking up, he saw the bright night sky. He smiled as he pulled the distant stars that shone the brightest down and sewed them onto the body, making them shine new. He sighed, a blue smoke floating into the new bodies mouth, as it opened its eyes and sucked in a gravelly shaky breath that was coarse and gritty.
“Your name is Xanaver”
Name: Ainslee
Owner: FireHeartSong
Revenge. Persuasion. Two things Ainslee knew very well. So much so, she remembered their feeling just like she remembered every curve of the cursed runes on her pelt. She thought quietly to herself as she plunged her claw into the Nocturne who had failed her. She felt no remorse, no guilt. He was a puppet to her. Useless and bouncing around on strings that she pulled taut around his neck with every second he obeyed her. She was bored with him and decided that maybe she should find a new plaything. She laughed in a low rumbling chuckle as a group of drunken Wildclaws waddled down the alleyway that she was residing. The moment one of them saw her, his face filled with a sadistic, lust filled grin. He had not seen the body yet, so she nudged it away as her smile grew wider. She was going to have so much fun with them.
Deep in the night, A sound can be heard, like a scream or a whimper. Maybe it's just the wind or the rumble of the magic that quakes under the polished cobblestones. No one knows, and no one looks up as a woman wearing a cloak of crimson, or maybe sanguine paint, flies into the air with two wildclaws who fly submissively after her, like they are being gripped by a chain, or string of red magic.
Short: 10kT
(Vague but still tells the story. Ex. Yggdrasil)
Detailed: 20kT
(More of a Story. Ex. Ainslee)
Intricate: 30kT
(Very detailed and developed. Ex. Zepheniah)
