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@Koutarou

AHH!!! thank you so much I love it so much!! also your writing style is so good :O

[b]Username:[/b] Punkinator919 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Xanthus [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/401083/40108226_350.png[/img] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] zoo

[b]Username:[/b] Selah [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Lisbet [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/28415264][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/284153/28415264_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] H.B.I.C [b]Username:[/b] Selah [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Feathers [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/32401297][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/324013/32401297_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] Librarian [b]Username:[/b] Selah [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Beren [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/29793985][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/297940/29793985_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] Poet

this looks fun, time to spoil some of my dressed-but-not-really-lored dergs!!! edit: heck sorry it double posted again oops I deleted the other one [b]Username:[/b] BellatheITgirl [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Bertram [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/21956409][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/219565/21956409_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] n/a [b]Username:[/b] BellatheITgirl [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Exini [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/73911564][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/739116/73911564_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] n/a [b]Username:[/b] BellatheITgirl [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Eirin [b]Dragon Image/Link:[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75341909][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/753420/75341909_350.png[/img][/url] [b]Optional One-Word:[/b] ice

[font=Candara]@Sephora34 | Has anyone ever told Rhys that it's rude to stick their tongue out at hatchlings? [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62863245][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/628633/62863245_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]The hatchlings are stepping on Rhys’ silks [i][b]again[/b][/i]. Though they try to be patient - - - try to be [i]kind[/i] and [i]understanding[/i], try to keep in mind that these [b]miniature terrors[/b] are the next generation and have yet to grasp the minute delicacies of higher society, Rhys is really on [i]their last nerve with these things[/i]. Their annoyed huff as they carefully grasp the smoky ethereal silk is the only warning of a short temper that has reached the end of its leash before they are [i]yanking[/i] it out from underneath the claws of the hatchling, sending the tiny creature tumbling tail over horns. Much to Rhys’ frustration, the terror sprawled out on the ground chortles out hiccups of giggles before bouncing right back up and chasing after the flowing orange fabric once more. It’s only quick reflexes that save Rhys from having a wing pinned beneath playful hatchling paws, and as they flutter up and out of reach of the still-flightless monstrosity ([i]that is now crying out sadly at having lost its play toy[/i]) they can’t help but stick out their tongue and rub in their victory. That is, until they catch the other adults of the clan watching on, bemused at the interaction. [/quote]

[center]@divitineo[/center] [quote=Flynn]Thrillseeker. Flynn’s clan had labeled him with that title as long as he could remember. Of course, Flynn remembered jumping off rocks and small cliffs at a young age. He enjoyed the challenge of a new adventure. The Coatl slipped along the edge of the cliff as he attempted to climb to his next target. Treasure was such an easy thing to desire, and he wanted the treasure at the top of the cliff. Flynn could have [i]flown[/i] to the top of the cliff, but he knew it would be even more dangerous than on foot. Water dripped down his feathers onto his scales as he moved his head to keep things from covering his eyes. It was a downpour of rain and wind. Flynn knew he couldn’t fly to the top due to the weather. The Coatl gave a sharp trill as a paw slipped from its perch. He gripped whatever he could with his other paws to keep him stable. It took a moment to find a new footing for his slipped paw, but he gave a sigh of relief when he managed to regain total balance. Rain pelted his head before Flynn shook it off. He made a noise as another paw slipped. “Yeah, I’m a thrillseeker,” he said as he rebalanced himself. “So what?” He moved a paw forward to continue his climb to the top of the cliff. Flynn was determined to complete his task on this adventure. “I always get the treasure in the end,” he said as his right front paw hit the top of the cliff.[/quote]

[font=Candara]@Keryth | [i]Oooh[/i] I'm getting serious mystical-magic-time vibes going on here... [s]And then a song came on and I went hard into crack-magic realm I am so sorry.[/s] [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74605298][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/746053/74605298_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]This all started with a bet. Or, more accurately, an off-hand comment from a passing clanmate questioning the true depth of Elidyr’s abilities. The words had escaped her without thought, strong jaws snapping open in immediate reaction to the obvious unacceptable doubt in her unsurpassable magical talents. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll blow your mind.” The passing clanmate had paused, eyes wide, but something in Elidyr’s eerie ([i]downright terrifying[/i]) red eyes had them nodding along in agreement before rushing off. Where to, Elidyr didn’t know. But they’d be back. [i]They always came back in the end…[/i] even if it was in fear of being cursed if they didn’t. The first five minutes are spent leisurely walking back to her stores - - - because a true sorceress [i]never[/i] rushes perfection. Her head is held high, eyes straight forward, ignoring those around her in an exaggeration of her superiority - - - considering she has to make up for the judgement of doubt cast on her. Until they concede to her talents, they are beneath her. The next five minutes are spent gathering the necessary supplies - - - [i]because a true speaker of magic only uses the best.[/i] Elongate wooden trinkets, a fiery orb, a handful of herbes tied onto the wooden trinkets, and a silver chalice. These will do. The last five minutes is spent leisurely walking back to where she’d accepted her clanmates challenge - - - [i]as if she has all the time in the world[/i] - - - and laying out her treasures. By the time fifteen minutes are up she has placed everything in the chalice save for the fiery orb, which is held between her claws carefully. There’s a silent audience gathered around the starry-night-sky obelisk. With an ([i]exaggerated[/i]) flourish she crushes the fiery orb in her palm and drops it into the chalice - - - and looks at her clanmates with a smirk. “So you… made smoke from incense?” [/quote]

[center]@Luunadragon[/center] [quote=Valentine]He [i]loathed[/i] his name. Valentine despised the name given to him by his parents. He didn’t know why he was given such a name in the first place. It came with stipulations. It came with a profound meaning of how he was to live his life -- [i]Based on a meager name[/i]. The Wildclaw lifted his head from his paws as he stared out of the den. His slumber was interrupted by the pitter patter of claws outside of his safe haven. Valentine yawned as he stretched, almost like a cat, before moving to preen at his scales and feathers. He gave one more yawn before putting on his hood. The dragon rolled his eyes at the dove that appeared in front of him. He responded to the tweets by snapping at the bird. It moved from his space before settling on a rock. Valentine stared at it before moving to walk past the creature to head out of his den. “Dumb flying rat,” he muttered. “Stupid job. Idiotic name.” He plucked a peace branch from the patch he grew outside his den before staring over the dragons that were waiting for him to appear. Valentine rolled his eyes. They were shielded by his hood, so nobody in the crowd had seen the movement. He took a deep breath the best he could before throwing the branch into the air and watched it fall to the crowd below him. They scrambled to catch the branch. It meant one thing to them to catch it. Valentine watched the chaos with uninterested eyes. “Let’s get along now,” he told the crowd. “You might find your mate in all the chaos.”[/quote]

[font=Candara]@ktg1214 | You have a dragon described as expensive... but... here she is... without an expensive accent... what a poor lady, trying to be a boogie babe and left nude... If I were her, I'd be a bit miffed. [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57937664][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/579377/57937664_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]They always warned River that the water was dangerous. [i]Come on,[/i] she’d said, [i]you literally named me [b]River[/b]. It’s basically like I have to[/i]. They’d rolled their eyes at her and let out exasperated sighs, reminding her that [i]though her name may be [b]River[/b], she’s still an [b]earth[/b] dragon. She can’t breathe water like some of the water dragons do.[/i] Of course, she didn’t listen. Why would she? Her name was [i]River[/i], after all. They called her a fool for being drawn to those deep, dark, blue depths but was she really the fool for being drawn to water or were they the true fools for having named her after something she could never have? So, as every young and confident dragon does, she set out to prove them wrong. A single dive into the forbidden depths that she’d been yearning for her whole life and she’d be free - - - free of their criticism, free of the longing, free to be who she wanted to be - - - [i][b]oh no, she’s pretty sure she’s drowning.[/b][/i] When they drag her sopping wet feathered hide out of the waters, shake her off and pat her dry, she can’t help but finally admit to a compromise: she may have been a fool for trying to breath water [i]and really, looking back, she’s not sure why she thought that would work and now she’s got a capsule of the mystical liquid sloshing around in her chest[/i] [b][u]but[/u][/b]. [/quote] [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75868209][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/758683/75868209_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4][i]Diamond genes and treasure riches and all the pretty painted-on stitches.[/i] That’s all she wants - - - is that too much to ask? She doesn’t think so. She’s cut from fine cloth, wings shimmering with the same fabric as the skies above. She’s the epitome of her kin - - - as she flutters through the air, small enough to be hidden in their shadows, she’s hypnotic; an azure spirit catching the eye of any who happen to look in her direction, tempting them to find something more beautiful in the vast waters and beaches they call home than her azure gem. Yet they refuse to dress her up. In all her finesse - - - in all her glorious, expensive beauty, she’s left bare. Where’s the justice in that? They’ve come this far - - - spent so much on her to make her the beauty that she is today. What’s a few more hundred… or perhaps a thousand… of the clan hoard’s gems, really, in the grand scheme of things? After all, she demands the best. [/quote] [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69998082][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/699981/69998082_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]“Do you want to be the scribe at the next council meeting?” It’s an innocent question - - - a simple yes or no question. “I… uh… maybe… I’ll… I’ll get back to you.” His nervous stutter nearly drowns out his words, eyes darting to meet the other’s briefly, wide, like prey caught in the sight of a predator. His clanmate chuckles to themselves and brushes a tangle out of his mane before leaving him in peace with a final call that the deadline to decide is by dinnertime over their retreating shoulder. He's mentally kicking himself as he stares after them. This is literally his [i]job[/i]. Why did he say [i]maybe[/i]? His indecisiveness is how he got his name - - - [i]maybe[/i] he’d have time to attend the meeting ([i]though there are so many other dragons there… oh goodness, and now he’s anxious about the crowd[/i]), [i]maybe[/i] he had the skills ([i]though is he really good enough, is there nobody more suited for the task?[/i]). [i]Maybe, maybe, maybe[/i] left his mouth so often that they’ve all abandoned his original name and started calling him [i]Maybe[/i] out of exasperated fondness. They’ve been doing this for so long that he himself has forgotten his own name. He's sure he has it written down somewhere. Maybe. Now, where's his ink and parchment? [/quote]