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@Decaffeinated
I... uh... may have gone a little over the top with this one. xD
Total word count: 828
[b]Akkana[/b]
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When the young prince [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32646346]Maajhul[/url] escaped from his fallen kingdom, all seemed lost. He was alone in the world, with nothing but his sanity and his Guardian [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32461760]Hamaat[/url].
All that changed as the two traveled. They met many people willing to join their cause. Most were common folk, willing to help where able, provide shelter, lie to protect identities. Some were talented in other ways. Warriors, spies, and mages willing to fight alongside the young prince.
Akkana is the second sort.
A mage capable of growing plants at rapid rates, Akkana has dedicated himself to the study and creation of concoctions both helpful and harmful. A specialist in poisons, toxins, and venoms, he creates deadly mixes on the fly, growing the herbs needed in the woodbasket at his hip.
Akkana lives two lives. His first is as a wandering apothecary, an herbalist loved by the people. The second as a spy, using his strange abilities to find information and remove obstacles.
His past life was spent as a mercenary of Sunraaku, where he honed his skill as an assassin. When the demon king came, Akkana left. He went south, through the great forests and to the windswept plains. It was here that he connected with the clan Xelestial, became an apothecary, befriended some pirates, and held a semblance of a normal life.
When clan Xelestial announced their support of the runaway prince, Akkana swore loyalty to the boy. Now, he protects the prince from the shadows, with potions and poisons alike.
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[size=4][b]Forest's Eyes[/b][/size]
The wall was dark. Akkana counted the seconds as the next patrol of guards approached. He buried the small seed in the dirt, pushing a steady stream of magic to the plant, willing it to grow. The clinging vine trailed its way up the stone, stopping just before it reached the top of the wall.
The patrol passed by, and Akkana’s count started again as he made his way up the vine.
Small patches of moss covered his feet, silencing his steps as he darted toward the guardhouse. He willed another clinging vine into the lock, prying at the mechanisms. The door popped open, and Akkana slipped inside.
A new seed, glow blossom, grown in a small handful of dirt from his basket and harvested in seconds, sprung to life, illuminating the room. He hung the glow blossom on his necklace, the vines there curling around it carefully.
Hamaat had shared the layout of the building, but was unsure if anything had changed. Akkana breathed deep, extending his senses to the tower itself, feeling for plant life. The paper used here was made of pressed leaves, bleached white. The commander’s room would be where the most paper was.
At least, that was his hunch.
Following the pulling feeling of dead leaves, Akkana grew out a pair of leaves to control the glow blossom’s light. Down the ladder, quiet in an alcove, will the night leaf cloak to conceal him from the guards, back down the hall, don’t lose the count. Will another clinging vine into another lock, duck in the office, close the door.
Akkana let out his breath as the door shut softly. Uncovering the glow blossom, after a brief inspection of the room, Akkana began to dig around the papers.
Records of guard rotations, new recruits, and minor complaints made up most of the paperwork. But he was after something far more important. He turned to the next stash of papers, then the next, and the next.
Finally, after six of his counts, he found them; records of arrivals scheduled, of deliveries to the palace, of exported goods. He smiled at the discovery, pulling out the seeds of sheer flower. These went directly into the basket, grew quickly, and plucked as soon as they became full sized. Their thin flower petals were capable of accepting color from other things, to hide in the wilderness. Carefully, Akkana flattened the petal across the paper. The flower accepted the color, and he quickly willed it to die. The ink now permanent, the flower petal was rolled up, set aside, and replaced with a new petal for the next page.
By the time the copies were done, three more counts had gone by. He rolled the petals carefully, withered the main sheer flower plant, and tucked the copies into the thin canister under his cloak.
He recovered the glow blossom, checked his count, and made his way back the way he’d come. He darted out of the office, up the ladders, locked the guardhouse, and slipped back down the clinging vine. At the bottom, he willed the vine to grow once more, and it flowered with bright white and blue flowers, before wilting, withering, and wasting away to dust. Its purpose fulfilled, Akkana recovered several small seeds from the dirt at his feet before he moved on. The prince would need this information for his next mission.
Pulling the night leaf tight, Akkana darted away from the castle’s walls unseen, unheard, untouched.
@Decaffeinated
I... uh... may have gone a little over the top with this one. xD
Total word count: 828
Akkana
When the young prince Maajhul escaped from his fallen kingdom, all seemed lost. He was alone in the world, with nothing but his sanity and his Guardian Hamaat.
All that changed as the two traveled. They met many people willing to join their cause. Most were common folk, willing to help where able, provide shelter, lie to protect identities. Some were talented in other ways. Warriors, spies, and mages willing to fight alongside the young prince.
Akkana is the second sort.
A mage capable of growing plants at rapid rates, Akkana has dedicated himself to the study and creation of concoctions both helpful and harmful. A specialist in poisons, toxins, and venoms, he creates deadly mixes on the fly, growing the herbs needed in the woodbasket at his hip.
Akkana lives two lives. His first is as a wandering apothecary, an herbalist loved by the people. The second as a spy, using his strange abilities to find information and remove obstacles.
His past life was spent as a mercenary of Sunraaku, where he honed his skill as an assassin. When the demon king came, Akkana left. He went south, through the great forests and to the windswept plains. It was here that he connected with the clan Xelestial, became an apothecary, befriended some pirates, and held a semblance of a normal life.
When clan Xelestial announced their support of the runaway prince, Akkana swore loyalty to the boy. Now, he protects the prince from the shadows, with potions and poisons alike.
Forest's Eyes
The wall was dark. Akkana counted the seconds as the next patrol of guards approached. He buried the small seed in the dirt, pushing a steady stream of magic to the plant, willing it to grow. The clinging vine trailed its way up the stone, stopping just before it reached the top of the wall.
The patrol passed by, and Akkana’s count started again as he made his way up the vine.
Small patches of moss covered his feet, silencing his steps as he darted toward the guardhouse. He willed another clinging vine into the lock, prying at the mechanisms. The door popped open, and Akkana slipped inside.
A new seed, glow blossom, grown in a small handful of dirt from his basket and harvested in seconds, sprung to life, illuminating the room. He hung the glow blossom on his necklace, the vines there curling around it carefully.
Hamaat had shared the layout of the building, but was unsure if anything had changed. Akkana breathed deep, extending his senses to the tower itself, feeling for plant life. The paper used here was made of pressed leaves, bleached white. The commander’s room would be where the most paper was.
At least, that was his hunch.
Following the pulling feeling of dead leaves, Akkana grew out a pair of leaves to control the glow blossom’s light. Down the ladder, quiet in an alcove, will the night leaf cloak to conceal him from the guards, back down the hall, don’t lose the count. Will another clinging vine into another lock, duck in the office, close the door.
Akkana let out his breath as the door shut softly. Uncovering the glow blossom, after a brief inspection of the room, Akkana began to dig around the papers.
Records of guard rotations, new recruits, and minor complaints made up most of the paperwork. But he was after something far more important. He turned to the next stash of papers, then the next, and the next.
Finally, after six of his counts, he found them; records of arrivals scheduled, of deliveries to the palace, of exported goods. He smiled at the discovery, pulling out the seeds of sheer flower. These went directly into the basket, grew quickly, and plucked as soon as they became full sized. Their thin flower petals were capable of accepting color from other things, to hide in the wilderness. Carefully, Akkana flattened the petal across the paper. The flower accepted the color, and he quickly willed it to die. The ink now permanent, the flower petal was rolled up, set aside, and replaced with a new petal for the next page.
By the time the copies were done, three more counts had gone by. He rolled the petals carefully, withered the main sheer flower plant, and tucked the copies into the thin canister under his cloak.
He recovered the glow blossom, checked his count, and made his way back the way he’d come. He darted out of the office, up the ladders, locked the guardhouse, and slipped back down the clinging vine. At the bottom, he willed the vine to grow once more, and it flowered with bright white and blue flowers, before wilting, withering, and wasting away to dust. Its purpose fulfilled, Akkana recovered several small seeds from the dirt at his feet before he moved on. The prince would need this information for his next mission.
Pulling the night leaf tight, Akkana darted away from the castle’s walls unseen, unheard, untouched.
I... uh... may have gone a little over the top with this one. xD
Total word count: 828
Akkana
When the young prince Maajhul escaped from his fallen kingdom, all seemed lost. He was alone in the world, with nothing but his sanity and his Guardian Hamaat.
All that changed as the two traveled. They met many people willing to join their cause. Most were common folk, willing to help where able, provide shelter, lie to protect identities. Some were talented in other ways. Warriors, spies, and mages willing to fight alongside the young prince.
Akkana is the second sort.
A mage capable of growing plants at rapid rates, Akkana has dedicated himself to the study and creation of concoctions both helpful and harmful. A specialist in poisons, toxins, and venoms, he creates deadly mixes on the fly, growing the herbs needed in the woodbasket at his hip.
Akkana lives two lives. His first is as a wandering apothecary, an herbalist loved by the people. The second as a spy, using his strange abilities to find information and remove obstacles.
His past life was spent as a mercenary of Sunraaku, where he honed his skill as an assassin. When the demon king came, Akkana left. He went south, through the great forests and to the windswept plains. It was here that he connected with the clan Xelestial, became an apothecary, befriended some pirates, and held a semblance of a normal life.
When clan Xelestial announced their support of the runaway prince, Akkana swore loyalty to the boy. Now, he protects the prince from the shadows, with potions and poisons alike.
Forest's Eyes
The wall was dark. Akkana counted the seconds as the next patrol of guards approached. He buried the small seed in the dirt, pushing a steady stream of magic to the plant, willing it to grow. The clinging vine trailed its way up the stone, stopping just before it reached the top of the wall.
The patrol passed by, and Akkana’s count started again as he made his way up the vine.
Small patches of moss covered his feet, silencing his steps as he darted toward the guardhouse. He willed another clinging vine into the lock, prying at the mechanisms. The door popped open, and Akkana slipped inside.
A new seed, glow blossom, grown in a small handful of dirt from his basket and harvested in seconds, sprung to life, illuminating the room. He hung the glow blossom on his necklace, the vines there curling around it carefully.
Hamaat had shared the layout of the building, but was unsure if anything had changed. Akkana breathed deep, extending his senses to the tower itself, feeling for plant life. The paper used here was made of pressed leaves, bleached white. The commander’s room would be where the most paper was.
At least, that was his hunch.
Following the pulling feeling of dead leaves, Akkana grew out a pair of leaves to control the glow blossom’s light. Down the ladder, quiet in an alcove, will the night leaf cloak to conceal him from the guards, back down the hall, don’t lose the count. Will another clinging vine into another lock, duck in the office, close the door.
Akkana let out his breath as the door shut softly. Uncovering the glow blossom, after a brief inspection of the room, Akkana began to dig around the papers.
Records of guard rotations, new recruits, and minor complaints made up most of the paperwork. But he was after something far more important. He turned to the next stash of papers, then the next, and the next.
Finally, after six of his counts, he found them; records of arrivals scheduled, of deliveries to the palace, of exported goods. He smiled at the discovery, pulling out the seeds of sheer flower. These went directly into the basket, grew quickly, and plucked as soon as they became full sized. Their thin flower petals were capable of accepting color from other things, to hide in the wilderness. Carefully, Akkana flattened the petal across the paper. The flower accepted the color, and he quickly willed it to die. The ink now permanent, the flower petal was rolled up, set aside, and replaced with a new petal for the next page.
By the time the copies were done, three more counts had gone by. He rolled the petals carefully, withered the main sheer flower plant, and tucked the copies into the thin canister under his cloak.
He recovered the glow blossom, checked his count, and made his way back the way he’d come. He darted out of the office, up the ladders, locked the guardhouse, and slipped back down the clinging vine. At the bottom, he willed the vine to grow once more, and it flowered with bright white and blue flowers, before wilting, withering, and wasting away to dust. Its purpose fulfilled, Akkana recovered several small seeds from the dirt at his feet before he moved on. The prince would need this information for his next mission.
Pulling the night leaf tight, Akkana darted away from the castle’s walls unseen, unheard, untouched.
@Decaffeinated
I have completed the lore already! Here it is:
“You seek something, do you not?”
The sound of the darkly smooth voice so close at hand causes him to be pulled from his inner thoughts. Green eyes blink and focus in on the dark female before him. “What makes you think I seek anything?”
A slow smile curves the female’s mouth. What is she? He has not seen her like before. “I am a Guardian, my dear, and Clan Mother here. It is my job, my purpose to protect my Clan from anything that would do harm to it. You do not have the feel of someone who has come seeking to do harm. You have no trade goods with you. You seem to have nothing. So you must seek. It is only logical.”
She has a patient tone, a pleasant voice. She is also the first dragon he can remember conversing with. Perhaps that last fight caused a little more damage to his head than he had originally thought. “I… am uncertain. I remember being in a fight, a battle. There was a blow to my head and I do not remember much after. I must have won, else I would not be here.”
He watches as the Guardian female takes in his words and nods. It seems she is thinking over something. He may have to be careful of this one. She is not an easy one to read. “If you would so like, you may remain with us. For as long as you like. For good if you wish.”
He watches those red eyes within the dark face. There is a great intelligence held there. All else is hidden. She does not smell of lies, so her offer is truth. He would be welcomed and allowed to stay. Does he wish to? What other choices are there for him right now? His memory an unclear haze. “My thanks. I will do what I can to help as thanks.”
She smiles again and bows her head slightly. “I am Rashtlin.”
He frowns lightly, and cocks his head to the side slightly. “Nereus. I am Nereus.”
“Nereus…. Welcome home.”
I have completed the lore already! Here it is:
“You seek something, do you not?”
The sound of the darkly smooth voice so close at hand causes him to be pulled from his inner thoughts. Green eyes blink and focus in on the dark female before him. “What makes you think I seek anything?”
A slow smile curves the female’s mouth. What is she? He has not seen her like before. “I am a Guardian, my dear, and Clan Mother here. It is my job, my purpose to protect my Clan from anything that would do harm to it. You do not have the feel of someone who has come seeking to do harm. You have no trade goods with you. You seem to have nothing. So you must seek. It is only logical.”
She has a patient tone, a pleasant voice. She is also the first dragon he can remember conversing with. Perhaps that last fight caused a little more damage to his head than he had originally thought. “I… am uncertain. I remember being in a fight, a battle. There was a blow to my head and I do not remember much after. I must have won, else I would not be here.”
He watches as the Guardian female takes in his words and nods. It seems she is thinking over something. He may have to be careful of this one. She is not an easy one to read. “If you would so like, you may remain with us. For as long as you like. For good if you wish.”
He watches those red eyes within the dark face. There is a great intelligence held there. All else is hidden. She does not smell of lies, so her offer is truth. He would be welcomed and allowed to stay. Does he wish to? What other choices are there for him right now? His memory an unclear haze. “My thanks. I will do what I can to help as thanks.”
She smiles again and bows her head slightly. “I am Rashtlin.”
He frowns lightly, and cocks his head to the side slightly. “Nereus. I am Nereus.”
“Nereus…. Welcome home.”
@Decaffeinated
I have completed the lore already! Here it is:
“You seek something, do you not?”
The sound of the darkly smooth voice so close at hand causes him to be pulled from his inner thoughts. Green eyes blink and focus in on the dark female before him. “What makes you think I seek anything?”
A slow smile curves the female’s mouth. What is she? He has not seen her like before. “I am a Guardian, my dear, and Clan Mother here. It is my job, my purpose to protect my Clan from anything that would do harm to it. You do not have the feel of someone who has come seeking to do harm. You have no trade goods with you. You seem to have nothing. So you must seek. It is only logical.”
She has a patient tone, a pleasant voice. She is also the first dragon he can remember conversing with. Perhaps that last fight caused a little more damage to his head than he had originally thought. “I… am uncertain. I remember being in a fight, a battle. There was a blow to my head and I do not remember much after. I must have won, else I would not be here.”
He watches as the Guardian female takes in his words and nods. It seems she is thinking over something. He may have to be careful of this one. She is not an easy one to read. “If you would so like, you may remain with us. For as long as you like. For good if you wish.”
He watches those red eyes within the dark face. There is a great intelligence held there. All else is hidden. She does not smell of lies, so her offer is truth. He would be welcomed and allowed to stay. Does he wish to? What other choices are there for him right now? His memory an unclear haze. “My thanks. I will do what I can to help as thanks.”
She smiles again and bows her head slightly. “I am Rashtlin.”
He frowns lightly, and cocks his head to the side slightly. “Nereus. I am Nereus.”
“Nereus…. Welcome home.”
I have completed the lore already! Here it is:
“You seek something, do you not?”
The sound of the darkly smooth voice so close at hand causes him to be pulled from his inner thoughts. Green eyes blink and focus in on the dark female before him. “What makes you think I seek anything?”
A slow smile curves the female’s mouth. What is she? He has not seen her like before. “I am a Guardian, my dear, and Clan Mother here. It is my job, my purpose to protect my Clan from anything that would do harm to it. You do not have the feel of someone who has come seeking to do harm. You have no trade goods with you. You seem to have nothing. So you must seek. It is only logical.”
She has a patient tone, a pleasant voice. She is also the first dragon he can remember conversing with. Perhaps that last fight caused a little more damage to his head than he had originally thought. “I… am uncertain. I remember being in a fight, a battle. There was a blow to my head and I do not remember much after. I must have won, else I would not be here.”
He watches as the Guardian female takes in his words and nods. It seems she is thinking over something. He may have to be careful of this one. She is not an easy one to read. “If you would so like, you may remain with us. For as long as you like. For good if you wish.”
He watches those red eyes within the dark face. There is a great intelligence held there. All else is hidden. She does not smell of lies, so her offer is truth. He would be welcomed and allowed to stay. Does he wish to? What other choices are there for him right now? His memory an unclear haze. “My thanks. I will do what I can to help as thanks.”
She smiles again and bows her head slightly. “I am Rashtlin.”
He frowns lightly, and cocks his head to the side slightly. “Nereus. I am Nereus.”
“Nereus…. Welcome home.”
@Decaffeinated
I'd like to write for this beauty
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@Crysi102 Goodness, Akkana's lore is pretty darn interesting! I'll definitely be reading more about your lore if I can ^-^
@Enkil Your boy is on his way!
@LadyParagon He's held for you!
@Enkil Your boy is on his way!
@LadyParagon He's held for you!
@Crysi102 Goodness, Akkana's lore is pretty darn interesting! I'll definitely be reading more about your lore if I can ^-^
@Enkil Your boy is on his way!
@LadyParagon He's held for you!
@Enkil Your boy is on his way!
@LadyParagon He's held for you!
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[center][size=6][b]T A L B O T[/b][/size]
[size=2]Just a cool dude straight from the AH. Shardflank was torture to get.[/size]
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Born where Shadow meets Water, young Talbot spent his entire youth fishing. Whether it was for recreation or to help feed his clan, he loved nothing more than to bask in the soft moonlight, dreamily gazing at the waves while waiting for a strike. It was a blissful experience and one he would miss terribly, but as a growing coatl, he couldn't help but become increasingly curious about the more exciting aspects of life. During a yearly visit to the Eberglow Hearth, at the cusp of adulthood, his curiosity finally got the best of him; he let himself be swayed by a charismatic recruiter and enrolled in a reputable mercenary company inbound for the Southern Icefield to assist the Fire Flight soldiers.
There, his innocence would be forgotten like spilled blood under freshly fallen snow.
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T A L B O T
Just a cool dude straight from the AH. Shardflank was torture to get.
Born where Shadow meets Water, young Talbot spent his entire youth fishing. Whether it was for recreation or to help feed his clan, he loved nothing more than to bask in the soft moonlight, dreamily gazing at the waves while waiting for a strike. It was a blissful experience and one he would miss terribly, but as a growing coatl, he couldn't help but become increasingly curious about the more exciting aspects of life. During a yearly visit to the Eberglow Hearth, at the cusp of adulthood, his curiosity finally got the best of him; he let himself be swayed by a charismatic recruiter and enrolled in a reputable mercenary company inbound for the Southern Icefield to assist the Fire Flight soldiers.
There, his innocence would be forgotten like spilled blood under freshly fallen snow.
Just a cool dude straight from the AH. Shardflank was torture to get.
Born where Shadow meets Water, young Talbot spent his entire youth fishing. Whether it was for recreation or to help feed his clan, he loved nothing more than to bask in the soft moonlight, dreamily gazing at the waves while waiting for a strike. It was a blissful experience and one he would miss terribly, but as a growing coatl, he couldn't help but become increasingly curious about the more exciting aspects of life. During a yearly visit to the Eberglow Hearth, at the cusp of adulthood, his curiosity finally got the best of him; he let himself be swayed by a charismatic recruiter and enrolled in a reputable mercenary company inbound for the Southern Icefield to assist the Fire Flight soldiers.
There, his innocence would be forgotten like spilled blood under freshly fallen snow.
@Decaffeinated
710 words, definitely more than I thought I'd get in with how busy I was, still needs a lot of touching up though... He's going to be my clan's oracle's apprentice once I finish that part of his lore. I might change his name later to something star oriented, but oh well, it works for now.
[center][b]Atticus[/b][/center]
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Now that he was more settled down within his new clan, Atticus decided to go explore and make some new friends—mostly to explore though, since he’d heard that this clan had a library. No, that’s not why he joined this clan, definitely not, uh.. It was to search for a mentor to help train his abilities! That’s it, that’s why he joined.
There was a lone den slightly hidden from view by the library’s shadow, the entrance partly covered by a long black cloth embroidered with gold symbols. It was kind of strange to have a den right next to the giant structure, maybe it was the librarian’s home? Atticus peeked inside, but most of the space was hidden in shadows that seemed just a little darker than normal, as if something might be hiding in them. He was just about to rush over to the library—to safety—when he caught sight of something shiny and round sitting off to the side; it looked like some sort of glass ball with the sky caught inside of it, small stars glittering with a faint light as they danced around twilight colored swirls. He slowly crept forward, entranced by the sight of a small orb that could somehow hold the night sky within it; however, as he approached, the twilight colors slowly transformed into a glowing gold until the entire den was lit up by gold and silver stars.
Broken out of his trance at the sudden brightness, Atticus glanced around him for the presence he could've sworn he’d felt when he entered, yet there wasn’t a soul in sight. He took in the scattered parchment covered in runes and the drawings of constellations covering the walls before turning to the various knick-knacks on the shelves in the back and the large pot resting in front of them. He grabbed a couple books and stacked them on top of each other in front of the pot so he could look inside.
He peered into the pot to see a glittery gold liquid that looked just like the gold inside the orb lighting up the room swirling around inside it. He dipped one of his claws into the liquid but withdrew it almost immediately when he found the substance too hot to touch, the force of his reaction making him topple from his makeshift stool. He latched onto the corner of the pot to keep steady but only succeeded in tipping it over on top of himself. He instinctively raised his wings to protect his face and body, shrieking in pain when the hot substance splashed onto his feathers and pooled over his feet. Panicked, he hastily flapped his wings and wiped at his claws to get the liquid off, but it only burned hotter as it sank into his skin. He could only watch in horror as the gold gradually crept up his legs.
Through the pain, Atticus could vaguely make out a dark shadow swooping over him before a sharp pain hit him as the shadowy being seemed to start carving letters into his side. He managed to utter a breathless “who..?” before his vision faded to black.
Atticus woke up slowly, his earlier endeavor seeming more like a crazy dream with the burning sensation gone and replaced with the comfortable warmth of the blankets he laid on. But there were also noises that did not belong in his new den. He opened his eyes to see the same kind of embroidered black cloth that hung in front of that strange den surrounding him. He quickly unentangled himself from the cloth and stared down at his claws and sides; the gold hadn’t spread any further, but there were now gold runes drawn onto his sides and down his legs that hadn’t been there before? Was that what that shadow was doing? Drawing runes on him with that burning liquid?
“A thank you would be nice.” Atticus started at the feminine voice before a black pearlcatcher with the same golden color on her appeared in his line of vision.
“What?”
The pearlcatcher moved closer and peered down at his golden feathers and claws. “You owe me your life, what were you even doing in here messing with my things anyway?”
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@Decaffeinated
710 words, definitely more than I thought I'd get in with how busy I was, still needs a lot of touching up though... He's going to be my clan's oracle's apprentice once I finish that part of his lore. I might change his name later to something star oriented, but oh well, it works for now.
Now that he was more settled down within his new clan, Atticus decided to go explore and make some new friends—mostly to explore though, since he’d heard that this clan had a library. No, that’s not why he joined this clan, definitely not, uh.. It was to search for a mentor to help train his abilities! That’s it, that’s why he joined.
There was a lone den slightly hidden from view by the library’s shadow, the entrance partly covered by a long black cloth embroidered with gold symbols. It was kind of strange to have a den right next to the giant structure, maybe it was the librarian’s home? Atticus peeked inside, but most of the space was hidden in shadows that seemed just a little darker than normal, as if something might be hiding in them. He was just about to rush over to the library—to safety—when he caught sight of something shiny and round sitting off to the side; it looked like some sort of glass ball with the sky caught inside of it, small stars glittering with a faint light as they danced around twilight colored swirls. He slowly crept forward, entranced by the sight of a small orb that could somehow hold the night sky within it; however, as he approached, the twilight colors slowly transformed into a glowing gold until the entire den was lit up by gold and silver stars.
Broken out of his trance at the sudden brightness, Atticus glanced around him for the presence he could've sworn he’d felt when he entered, yet there wasn’t a soul in sight. He took in the scattered parchment covered in runes and the drawings of constellations covering the walls before turning to the various knick-knacks on the shelves in the back and the large pot resting in front of them. He grabbed a couple books and stacked them on top of each other in front of the pot so he could look inside.
He peered into the pot to see a glittery gold liquid that looked just like the gold inside the orb lighting up the room swirling around inside it. He dipped one of his claws into the liquid but withdrew it almost immediately when he found the substance too hot to touch, the force of his reaction making him topple from his makeshift stool. He latched onto the corner of the pot to keep steady but only succeeded in tipping it over on top of himself. He instinctively raised his wings to protect his face and body, shrieking in pain when the hot substance splashed onto his feathers and pooled over his feet. Panicked, he hastily flapped his wings and wiped at his claws to get the liquid off, but it only burned hotter as it sank into his skin. He could only watch in horror as the gold gradually crept up his legs.
Through the pain, Atticus could vaguely make out a dark shadow swooping over him before a sharp pain hit him as the shadowy being seemed to start carving letters into his side. He managed to utter a breathless “who..?” before his vision faded to black.
Atticus woke up slowly, his earlier endeavor seeming more like a crazy dream with the burning sensation gone and replaced with the comfortable warmth of the blankets he laid on. But there were also noises that did not belong in his new den. He opened his eyes to see the same kind of embroidered black cloth that hung in front of that strange den surrounding him. He quickly unentangled himself from the cloth and stared down at his claws and sides; the gold hadn’t spread any further, but there were now gold runes drawn onto his sides and down his legs that hadn’t been there before? Was that what that shadow was doing? Drawing runes on him with that burning liquid?
“A thank you would be nice.” Atticus started at the feminine voice before a black pearlcatcher with the same golden color on her appeared in his line of vision.
“What?”
The pearlcatcher moved closer and peered down at his golden feathers and claws. “You owe me your life, what were you even doing in here messing with my things anyway?”
710 words, definitely more than I thought I'd get in with how busy I was, still needs a lot of touching up though... He's going to be my clan's oracle's apprentice once I finish that part of his lore. I might change his name later to something star oriented, but oh well, it works for now.
Atticus
Now that he was more settled down within his new clan, Atticus decided to go explore and make some new friends—mostly to explore though, since he’d heard that this clan had a library. No, that’s not why he joined this clan, definitely not, uh.. It was to search for a mentor to help train his abilities! That’s it, that’s why he joined.
There was a lone den slightly hidden from view by the library’s shadow, the entrance partly covered by a long black cloth embroidered with gold symbols. It was kind of strange to have a den right next to the giant structure, maybe it was the librarian’s home? Atticus peeked inside, but most of the space was hidden in shadows that seemed just a little darker than normal, as if something might be hiding in them. He was just about to rush over to the library—to safety—when he caught sight of something shiny and round sitting off to the side; it looked like some sort of glass ball with the sky caught inside of it, small stars glittering with a faint light as they danced around twilight colored swirls. He slowly crept forward, entranced by the sight of a small orb that could somehow hold the night sky within it; however, as he approached, the twilight colors slowly transformed into a glowing gold until the entire den was lit up by gold and silver stars.
Broken out of his trance at the sudden brightness, Atticus glanced around him for the presence he could've sworn he’d felt when he entered, yet there wasn’t a soul in sight. He took in the scattered parchment covered in runes and the drawings of constellations covering the walls before turning to the various knick-knacks on the shelves in the back and the large pot resting in front of them. He grabbed a couple books and stacked them on top of each other in front of the pot so he could look inside.
He peered into the pot to see a glittery gold liquid that looked just like the gold inside the orb lighting up the room swirling around inside it. He dipped one of his claws into the liquid but withdrew it almost immediately when he found the substance too hot to touch, the force of his reaction making him topple from his makeshift stool. He latched onto the corner of the pot to keep steady but only succeeded in tipping it over on top of himself. He instinctively raised his wings to protect his face and body, shrieking in pain when the hot substance splashed onto his feathers and pooled over his feet. Panicked, he hastily flapped his wings and wiped at his claws to get the liquid off, but it only burned hotter as it sank into his skin. He could only watch in horror as the gold gradually crept up his legs.
Through the pain, Atticus could vaguely make out a dark shadow swooping over him before a sharp pain hit him as the shadowy being seemed to start carving letters into his side. He managed to utter a breathless “who..?” before his vision faded to black.
Atticus woke up slowly, his earlier endeavor seeming more like a crazy dream with the burning sensation gone and replaced with the comfortable warmth of the blankets he laid on. But there were also noises that did not belong in his new den. He opened his eyes to see the same kind of embroidered black cloth that hung in front of that strange den surrounding him. He quickly unentangled himself from the cloth and stared down at his claws and sides; the gold hadn’t spread any further, but there were now gold runes drawn onto his sides and down his legs that hadn’t been there before? Was that what that shadow was doing? Drawing runes on him with that burning liquid?
“A thank you would be nice.” Atticus started at the feminine voice before a black pearlcatcher with the same golden color on her appeared in his line of vision.
“What?”
The pearlcatcher moved closer and peered down at his golden feathers and claws. “You owe me your life, what were you even doing in here messing with my things anyway?”
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Can Kahlua be held for me, please? beautiful rainbow bby...
Can Kahlua be held for me, please? beautiful rainbow bby...
tundra monolair (except when i'm not)
@Decaffeinated
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Had to drum up some inspiration quickly because I forgot I only had a day. Hopefully it's not too incoherent.
I haven't named her yet because I couldn't think of anything yet. Is that all right, or do I have to name her before she can be transferred?
--
As she lay there on the cool, dark floor of the cave, she sighed, and her eyes blinked slowly, lazily, not quite in sync with each other. She is the protector of many things, but most of the time, no one much cared about the things over which she watched. It was her duty, however, though she couldn't remember who had given it to her, so she could not leave. Thus, her time went by very slowly, and she, in turn, slowed herself to match, always waiting, never fully sleeping. She had been there so very long.
But today, she thought, in the deep recesses of her mind, there was something different in the air. Perhaps, she mused, it would be good to rouse herself, maybe take a peek outside. Not abandon her post of course, no. Her duties were very clear. But certainly, making her way to the entrance of the cave and taking a look around wouldn't do any harm. (There have been times when she's tempted to take a break and go on a vacation. She can count on one foot how many times someone has come looking for the things she guards. Otherwise, she is alone with her thoughts and her awareness of herself and her surroundings. She won't, of course. She would never break her vow and her honor, but she has been tempted.)
Now that the idea has hit, of course, she is restless in a way she hasn't for a long time. She tries to stretch her awareness out to feel who or what it might be that is causing this reaction. Ah! It is as if she can feel the whole of Sornieth through the pads of her feet, pulsing beneath the ground. How curious! Why can't she remember having this ability before and why hasn't she been able to access it until now? This, she thinks, is surely grounds for some investigation. With a groan (she doesn't quite remember when the last time was that she actually had to support her own body weight), she heaves herself into a standing position (was this underground cavern always felt this small?) and begins to make her way forward.
As she walks, she begins to feel more and more alert, though so many whispers at the back of her mind are telling her to STAY WHERE SHE IS. [i]Don't abandon your post. Would you let your millennia of duty go to waste because of this one impulsive action?[/i] But now that her mind is opened, these voices don't have quite the pull they used to. And when she reaches the entrance and exits the cave, it is [i]Night[/i], she thinks, which is good, because even the light of the stars and moon have forced her to shut all her eyes and try her best to hide them behind the bulk of her body and wings to block it out. And she hears a voice, not in her mind this time, but a physical presence off to the side.
[i]Welcome back. I've been looking for you.[/i]
@Decaffeinated
Had to drum up some inspiration quickly because I forgot I only had a day. Hopefully it's not too incoherent.
I haven't named her yet because I couldn't think of anything yet. Is that all right, or do I have to name her before she can be transferred?
--
As she lay there on the cool, dark floor of the cave, she sighed, and her eyes blinked slowly, lazily, not quite in sync with each other. She is the protector of many things, but most of the time, no one much cared about the things over which she watched. It was her duty, however, though she couldn't remember who had given it to her, so she could not leave. Thus, her time went by very slowly, and she, in turn, slowed herself to match, always waiting, never fully sleeping. She had been there so very long.
But today, she thought, in the deep recesses of her mind, there was something different in the air. Perhaps, she mused, it would be good to rouse herself, maybe take a peek outside. Not abandon her post of course, no. Her duties were very clear. But certainly, making her way to the entrance of the cave and taking a look around wouldn't do any harm. (There have been times when she's tempted to take a break and go on a vacation. She can count on one foot how many times someone has come looking for the things she guards. Otherwise, she is alone with her thoughts and her awareness of herself and her surroundings. She won't, of course. She would never break her vow and her honor, but she has been tempted.)
Now that the idea has hit, of course, she is restless in a way she hasn't for a long time. She tries to stretch her awareness out to feel who or what it might be that is causing this reaction. Ah! It is as if she can feel the whole of Sornieth through the pads of her feet, pulsing beneath the ground. How curious! Why can't she remember having this ability before and why hasn't she been able to access it until now? This, she thinks, is surely grounds for some investigation. With a groan (she doesn't quite remember when the last time was that she actually had to support her own body weight), she heaves herself into a standing position (was this underground cavern always felt this small?) and begins to make her way forward.
As she walks, she begins to feel more and more alert, though so many whispers at the back of her mind are telling her to STAY WHERE SHE IS. Don't abandon your post. Would you let your millennia of duty go to waste because of this one impulsive action? But now that her mind is opened, these voices don't have quite the pull they used to. And when she reaches the entrance and exits the cave, it is Night, she thinks, which is good, because even the light of the stars and moon have forced her to shut all her eyes and try her best to hide them behind the bulk of her body and wings to block it out. And she hears a voice, not in her mind this time, but a physical presence off to the side.
Welcome back. I've been looking for you.
Had to drum up some inspiration quickly because I forgot I only had a day. Hopefully it's not too incoherent.
I haven't named her yet because I couldn't think of anything yet. Is that all right, or do I have to name her before she can be transferred?
--
As she lay there on the cool, dark floor of the cave, she sighed, and her eyes blinked slowly, lazily, not quite in sync with each other. She is the protector of many things, but most of the time, no one much cared about the things over which she watched. It was her duty, however, though she couldn't remember who had given it to her, so she could not leave. Thus, her time went by very slowly, and she, in turn, slowed herself to match, always waiting, never fully sleeping. She had been there so very long.
But today, she thought, in the deep recesses of her mind, there was something different in the air. Perhaps, she mused, it would be good to rouse herself, maybe take a peek outside. Not abandon her post of course, no. Her duties were very clear. But certainly, making her way to the entrance of the cave and taking a look around wouldn't do any harm. (There have been times when she's tempted to take a break and go on a vacation. She can count on one foot how many times someone has come looking for the things she guards. Otherwise, she is alone with her thoughts and her awareness of herself and her surroundings. She won't, of course. She would never break her vow and her honor, but she has been tempted.)
Now that the idea has hit, of course, she is restless in a way she hasn't for a long time. She tries to stretch her awareness out to feel who or what it might be that is causing this reaction. Ah! It is as if she can feel the whole of Sornieth through the pads of her feet, pulsing beneath the ground. How curious! Why can't she remember having this ability before and why hasn't she been able to access it until now? This, she thinks, is surely grounds for some investigation. With a groan (she doesn't quite remember when the last time was that she actually had to support her own body weight), she heaves herself into a standing position (was this underground cavern always felt this small?) and begins to make her way forward.
As she walks, she begins to feel more and more alert, though so many whispers at the back of her mind are telling her to STAY WHERE SHE IS. Don't abandon your post. Would you let your millennia of duty go to waste because of this one impulsive action? But now that her mind is opened, these voices don't have quite the pull they used to. And when she reaches the entrance and exits the cave, it is Night, she thinks, which is good, because even the light of the stars and moon have forced her to shut all her eyes and try her best to hide them behind the bulk of her body and wings to block it out. And she hears a voice, not in her mind this time, but a physical presence off to the side.
Welcome back. I've been looking for you.
@Arkanjel Atticus is still a lovely name ^-^ He'll be on his way in a moment!
@Hyzenthlaay
[quote name="Decaffeinated" date="2019-01-08 18:02:54" ]
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[*]Post to this thread with a CLAIM on that dragon with its bbcode and ping the person who's list that dragon came from. (Decaffeinated or MermaidLorelei)
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We require the BBCode to hold and adopt out dragons.
@Ikterrin That's a pretty intriguing piece! I'll send her out ^-^
@Arkanjel Atticus is still a lovely name ^-^ He'll be on his way in a moment!
@Hyzenthlaay
We require the BBCode to hold and adopt out dragons.
@Ikterrin That's a pretty intriguing piece! I'll send her out ^-^
@Hyzenthlaay
Decaffeinated wrote on 2019-01-08 18:02:54:
- Post to this thread with a CLAIM on that dragon with its bbcode and ping the person who's list that dragon came from. (Decaffeinated or MermaidLorelei)
We require the BBCode to hold and adopt out dragons.
@Ikterrin That's a pretty intriguing piece! I'll send her out ^-^
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