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[center]Fourth freebie done! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/81443092][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/814431/81443092_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [size=6]B[/size][size=4]oterham was not like the other earth dragons from the great Dragonhome. Most of his element-born brothers and sisters surveyed the world in the same way Earthshaker had: with a heaviness in their hearts, a sadness in their eyes, and a general disconnection with the world around them. Earthshaker would forever mourn the loss of his many brothers and sisters, the other elements dispersing across Sornieth and limiting themselves to their own elements. This had not been the great plan, and so the earth dragons would continue the mournful watch over the world, contemplating all that had gone wrong and all that could not be undone. But Boterham was not ready to give up. There was still hope, there was still light in the world. In the time of the gods, the dragons had been divided, but now hundreds of mixed-element clans lived in harmony, the differences in elements and upbringing creating clans stronger than there ever had been before. These new clans, these joined clans, would be the future of Sornieth. And Boterham was intent to be a part of that, to bring his earth brothers and sisters away from their great mourning and bring them together with the rest of Sornieth. The living, breathing, thriving legacy of the ancient gods. With every step that he took, Boterham vowed to bring light back into the world. With every word that came from his curling tongue, he promised to bring smiles to dragon faces and happiness to dragon hearts.[/size] [i]Scene 1[/i] [size=6]O[/size][size=4]h what are we going to do with you, little one?” he mused to himself, turning over the small egg in his claws, gently caressing the cracked shell with claws. He had found the little egg near a riverbank, next to several other smashed eggs and the remains of a hen. Some beast had found her nestled in the brush and had mistaken her for a meal, smashing her many little eggs in the process. This pale white egg, just a few shades off from snow itself, was the last egg of her brood. Boterham nodded to himself, continuing to mutter gentle words to the little egg, and began to make his way back to his clan. Dragons were fond of familiars, companions they kept by their sides to protect them and fight alongside them. As he was in need of neither, Boterham thought that he could keep the little chick inside as a simple friend, a companion to brighten his travels. It was not difficult to warm the egg, to keep it safe. Despite the cracks, the chick inside hatched with no defects, and its feathers gleamed like ice in the sun, as if it held the glory of the very clouds in winter upon its feathers. When it hatched, Boterham proudly presented him to the rest of the clan. Many of them thought him silly for caring for such a little thing, but others saw the joy that it had brought Boterham and felt their own hearts lifted looking at the little chick.[/size] [i]Scene 2[/i] [size=6]I[/size][size=4]t was a fond pastime of Boterham's to weave stories for the young hatchlings on starry nights, to watch their eyes gleam in the starlight as they wondered about the world around them. He never lied to them, never claimed that the world they lived in was not as dark as it truly was, but he told them the beautiful stories more often than the dark ones. The stories of light glinting off the ocean, of clouds shining silver just before a rainstorm, of the tadpoles in the springtime as they fought a valiant battle against the strong currents. Boterham filled their eyes and minds with wonder so that they would live to travel the world for themselves. It was easy enough to see the darkness, but the light was often sky and needed coaxing out. As he shared more and more stories, he noticed more often that the grown dragons would sit close enough to listen, their ears perked in his direction. This always brought a smile to his face, brought a serene peace to his heart, knowing that they yearned for these stories of light and happiness as well. “Now little ones,” he would whisper. “You know of the stars in the sky. Each of those stars is a dragon’s wish. The more you wish, the more you hope, the brighter that star will become. Look for your star in the night. Do you see it? The brightest star can be yours if you wish it to be.”[/size] [i]Scene 3[/i] [size=6]T[/size][size=4]here were stories now, of a pale blossom dragon who spread hope and love throughout dragon clans. His words were said to melt the ice of the tundra dragons, to chisel to the core of the snapper dragons, and even tame the wild nature of spirals. Words that were filled with such happiness, light, and hope that even the ever dark Shade could not penetrate. His words were powerful, but they could never last forever. They say that Boterham's words would echo throughout the land fading in the wind. The scent of the blossoms he wore would fade with time, their pastel colors blurring with the world around them. Most dragons would forget his name, even his stories. But none could forget the way that those words had made them feel, how they had each felt like a small hatchling once more, looking out at the world with such wonder that they had never experienced before. Wonder that had them looking at their world in a new way, with new hope unfurling across their wings as they would take to the skies and spread that same feeling. Boterham would not last forever, no dragon could, but no dragon would forget the peace and happiness that he had once brought them. That feeling would remain with them for the rest of their lives.[/size] [center]976 words[/center]

[center][size=1]@savvydergens[/size][/center] idk if all the freebies are taken, but i'll be paying + tipping either way [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90973120][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/909732/90973120_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [b]Dragon's Name:[/b] Joyful [b]Pronouns/Gender:[/b] Agender, goes by he/him for convenience [b]Length:[/b] 2000+ (write as much as you want. if it gets much longer than 2000, i'll just pay you for the difference) [b]Type:[/b] A glimpse of who he is, and how he interacts with others. (Can be a single scene, or a life collage, whatever works for you) [b]Overall Theme:[/b] Melancholic? Introspective? Something like that. [b]Previous Lore:[/b] There's a small blurb in his bio, but tldr: Born alone in a weird place where memories echo throughout time. Really reserved, loves watching but hates interacting with people (except his Guardian, Outlander). Lurks around trying to memorialize everything that happens/echoes around his clan. [b]Other:[/b]: Originally, the whole clan was built on top of a radioactive/arcane waste site, but it kind of faded with time. If you want to play with that idea, go ahead. [b]Can I use them as an example?:[/b] Absolutely

@flocksisworld You're the last freebie! I'll add you to the list, thanks for visiting my shop!

[center]Fifth freebie done! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/93581830][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/935819/93581830_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [size=6]T[/size][size=4]he sakura tree is a beautiful, precious thing. Its sweet blossoms fill the air with a sickly sweet scent, intoxicating in their elegance. Despite their beauty, these trees do not live long. The blossoms wither and fall, their color fading into the earth and feeding the tree that birthed them. They say that a dragon who hatches under a sakura tree as the last bloom falls from the branches is blessed by this same beauty, their elegance unmatched and found nowhere else in the world. Sakura never believed in this, believing herself too simple to hold the same beauty of the great sakura tree. But this was the very reason that she was blessed: the sakura does not dominate with its beauty. It is tender, peaceful, and fills the heart with joy. Its simplicity only added to its beauty, and so was the same for Sakura herself.[/size] [size=6]S[/size][size=4]akura was never one to turn a blind eye when there was sadness, suffering, or pain. She leapt to action, using all of her skills to calm those troubled souls, to ease their suffering. It was no wonder all of the dragons loved her and flocked to her side, many yearning to become her companion and mate, but most happy to simply be near her. Those in her clan always believed that she would find an equally peaceful soul, one that would compliment her beauty as well as her heart. They could not have been more wrong.[/size] [size=6]M[/size][size=4]ikkaminumanosakura was by no means a raucous dragon, but he did not match anyone’s expectations. Like all spirals, he was overactive, overly energetic, and in some people’s opinions, overly annoying. He came suddenly into the clan and rather unexpectedly, speaking a mile a minute as most spirals were wont to do. Upon his arrival, he quite literally collided with Sakura and the two of them had quickly become tangled, his ever writing body making the untangling task impossible, and all the while he was rambling on and on about a variety of topics. Upon fully unraveling the two, his eyes fell upon Sakura and he was speechless. For almost 5 whole minutes. Sakura herself felt her heart fluttering in her chest as she recognized a kindred spirit, another dragon who understood the way that she looked at the world.[/size] [size=6]S[/size][size=4]akura and Mikkaminumanosakura were inseparable after that. His daughter had followed closely behind him when he arrived, though she was wise enough not to become entangled, and she soon became Sakura’s shadow. Asazakura was entranced by Sakura and loved her new mother, though of course not nearly as much as her father loved his new mate. The clan was unlikely to ever admit it, but the two of them were perfect for one another. Where she greeted the world with peace and serenity, he greeted it with questions and stories. While she healed the hearts and souls of the dragons around her, he lifted their spirits and told them fantastical tales. Though the rest of the clan were unlikely to admit it, they realized that no one could have fit with Sakura quite as perfectly as he did. Where she was soft and light, he was brisk and loud. Where she was quiet, he was entertaining. But both of them brought joy to the hearts of their clan, and they had healing on their wings.[/size] [size=6]T[/size][size=4]he sakura tree is a beautiful, precious thing. The sweet blooms fill the air with an intoxicating scent, perfect in their elegance. These trees do not last forever however, and the blossoms eventually wither and die. They say that when a dragon hatches under this tree as the last bloom falls to the earth, that dragon is imbued with the same beauty that the tree once held. That beauty is not bright and shining, nor rich and full. It is sweet in its simplicity, and it is the joy that it brings that makes it beautiful.[/size] [center]654 words[/center]

[center]Sixth freebie done! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61544422][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/615445/61544422_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [size=6]W[/size][size=4]hen Millenium had first found a clan to call home, they resided in the blustering territories of the Windswept Plateau. Though a lightning dragon by birth and far more accustomed to the raging weather patterns of Sornieth than other dragons, Millenium had still struggled to adapt to the wild winds and tumultuous breezes that swept throughout his clan. This wind had a nature of its own, one that he could not fully understand and one that refused to be understood even by some wind born dragons. Millenium flew often in its embrace, yearning to know its secrets, where it got its wild nature, and if it would even be tamed by dragon or beast. It didn’t take an intelligent creature to quickly learn the answer to that latter question.[/size] [size=6]A[/size][size=4]fter several years of living in that land, where hatchlings might tumble across the plains if they didn’t root themselves, the clan moved across Sornieth. Their cavern in the Plateau was simply too small to accommodate their swiftly growing clan, and after much discussion, their leaders recognized that it was time to move. It was not an arduous journey, but certainly exhausting. Along the way Millenium felt the energy of the wind fall away, becoming tempered as calm as they traveled through the Ashfall Wastes. He quickly missed the riotous winds of the Plateau, but when the clan found a cavern large enough to hold their new clan, and room enough to expand as well. As the hatchlings bounded around the new cave, their peals of laughter echoing in the high ceilings, Millenium stepped outside.[/size] [size=6]T[/size][size=4]he sky was dark with rain, the way he remembered in his childhood. That sky, the dark mass that many dragons found foreboding and dangerous, Millenium looked at with misty eyes. He had not thought of what it would feel like to be home again. He had spent only a small portion of his life here, among the sweet smell of ozone and crisped trees, and hadn’t known how much he had missed it. The wind here was crisp and dangerous, alight with an energy only lightning could produce. He saw the shafts of light shoot towards the ground, like talons into prey, and heard the rumbling thunder boom across the lands. His very scales tingled with anticipation of flying in that storm, and his wings unfurled without a moment's hesitation. Millenium was in the air in moments, his eyes bright and his heart fluttering as he entered the storm. The Tempest Spire. Home, at last.[/size] [center]420 words[/center]

@Sashathebrave @confettidonut @hypomargoteros @flocksisworld

I wanted to let you all know that I still fully intend to fulfill your lore orders, it's just going to take a little extra time. I'm in a graduate school program and we're a few weeks away from the end of the semester and so I have a little bit less time than usual. I will get your lore done as quickly as I can though!

@savvydergens that's perfectly fine, please take your time!

@savvydergens

That’s perfectly fine take your time. ^^