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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89759402][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/897595/89759402.png[/img][/url] [color=#39e7ad][size=5][b]L O T I N E V E[/b][/size][/color] [color=#39e7ad][size=2][i]She / They[/i][/color] [color=#39e7ad][b]Interacting with:[/b] Ichigo (@lusbiluces)[/color][/size][/center] [rule] After successfully finding herself a place to say last night, Lotineve could now say that they were... slightly less lost. Their eavesdropping had revealed to them that this was the clan she thought it was, just decorated for the holidays, but she still couldn't figure out what holiday it was meant to be. She would have asked Cypraea, if she had been able to find her the previous evening, but that had been a bust. She must have called it a night early. Well, no matter; it was a new day, and about time for the two of them to be on their merry way. Lotineve made a small breakfast for herself and Loch in her rented cabin's small kitchen before they left the house, eager to find the familiar sandsurge somewhere in this unfamiliar town. However, once they were outside, their attention was immediately caught by a strange gathering of dragons in front of a different den. She remembered that metallic wildclaw they'd seen bickering with another dragon going into that house last night, so it must have been where he lived, but he did not appear to be among the dragons outside. Naturally curious, they and their familiar began to approach until a new voice snatched their attention away. [i]"I can't believe she did that!"[/i] The tundra snapped her head in the direction of the voice, and saw an annoyed-looking abberation with extra limbs glancing about, as if asking for someone to reply to her outburst. Since no one else was taking the opportunity, Lotineve bounded over herself, her familiar close behind her. "Who did what?" she asked the pinkish dragon with a curious tilt of her head. Maybe she was being nosy, but hey, if you want to keep something to yourself, you probably shouldn't yell it out in front of half the clan.

[center] [img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/750064/75006339p.png[/img] [b][i]Siyok - Friendly Scribe (He/Him) Interacting with: Multiple Characters[/i][/b][/center] A murder? Siyok paused. An innocent dragon had died where he stood. He thought of the dragons within the clan. Of course, the murderer could have arrived at night, done the deed, and left, but he suspected it was somebody in the clan who had committed the kill. [b]Siyok votes for Esprit[/b]

[Center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/783#post_57807136][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/933209/93320844.png[/img][/url] Cypraea - She/Her Interacting with: no one ------[/center] Cypraea slept well and woke up feeling refreshed. She cooked a nice breakfast for herself: eggs, bacon and cricket toast. As she enjoyed her meal, she mentally made plans for the day. She decided to find Lotineve first, and together they’ll meet with the owner, pay for their stay and leave when the tundra feels ready. When she left her room, she caught a faint scent of smoke. Seemed like one of the guests had overcooked their breakfast. Her nose wrinkled from the smell, but she continued her search, passing by a couple of houses. Thankfully she only had to walk for a few minutes before finding the environmental activist. Lotineve wasn’t alone though. Other dragons were there too, many of them were talking to each other. [i]It’s too early in the day for this.[/i] Cypraea thought to herself. She awkwardly approached the group and, not wanting to interrupt anything, gave Lotineve a nod in greeting that she hoped was noticed. “Good day.” She said to no one in particular. She stood by the side of the den and stared at the clouds. [i]Oh, that one kind of looks like a fish.[/i] ——— tentatively/subject to change, [b]Cypraea votes for Obsidian[/b]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72276017][img]https://i.imgur.com/IRlqbGu.png[/img][/center][/url] [center][font=book antiqua][color= 663399][size=4][b]Sterling[/b] (In a Halloween Costume)[size=3][font=book antiqua] He/Him Interacting with: Maika (@mysterybox11)[/color][/center] [font=book antiqua][size=4]Sterling turns from his decor-sprucing (just giving the wiltiest and moldiest of the jack o'lanterns a few bursts of reviving Nature magic) to scrutinize the Fae reporting to him. It's been an unusually [i]quiet[/i] morning. Endo is making herself scarce, for once, and despite the relaxation that brings... things are a bit eerie without her painful magic and even more painful obstinance. Being interrupted by a Fae-sized creature is much more normal, and for that he honestly feels a bit grateful to this guest. Michael? Mikey? Mae? He knows she was on the list, but he can't for the life of him remember the name. Whatever. "I was worried this would happen," he immediately sets off complaining. "Whenever you get this many dragons in one place, [i]someone[/i] just has to start acting out." He huffs, puffing his chest a bit- just to show Maika that he is not one of those troublemakers. That's [i]commoner[/i] behavior. "Show me where, lead the way. [i]Discreetly[/i], before anyone else can get... [i]inspired[/i] by the vandal."

[center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/771540/77153928.png[/img] [b][color=#a6405d]Ichigo[/b][/color] [color=#d77e8a]She/Her | Professional Gossiper[/color] Interacting with: Lotineve (@Relics)[/center] A good journalist wouldn't give out an exclusive so easily, but sharing unchecked stories about other dragons was her life's passion. She just couldn't resist. A characterist sly smile drew across her lips, as she leaned closer to Lotineve and just so slightly lowered her voice, more to add suspense rather than to avoid being overheard. "Girl." The left head began. "Have you noticed a certain someone has been missing this morning? Little fae, drenched in blood, fills the room with a really strong smell of iron?" She didn't give the tundra time to respond before the right head continued. "Well. Get this. There was a fire in the forest last night. Totally dragon made. There is an arsonist here in the clan! And when was this?" She added a little pause for dramatic effect, then exclaimed "That's right girl, at the same time the fae was missing! Isn't that wild? Who even causes forest fires anymore?"

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89759402][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/897595/89759402.png[/img][/url] [color=#39e7ad][size=5][b]L O T I N E V E[/b][/size][/color] [color=#39e7ad][size=2][i]She / They[/i][/color] [color=#39e7ad][b]Interacting with:[/b] Ichigo (@lusbiluces) and Cypraea (@Magmish)[/color][/size][/center] [rule] Lotineve gasped at the aberration's words, causing Loch to jump as well. A forest fire, here? And one that was intentionally set, no less! "Oh, this clan needs more help than I thought," she breathed, her environmental activist heart tightening at the thought of such reckless arson. Didn't the perpetrator know how many indigenous species of flora and fauna were nearing extinction due to dragon-made fires and deforestation? Well, if they didn't, then Lotineve would certainly teach them! Their mind drifted back to the bloody fae that they'd seen smacking another dragon with a paper the previous night. If this observant lady's description was to be trusted, then that fae very well could have been the culprit! She'd had the look of a troublemaker about her, to be sure, but Lotineve would never have expected her to stoop so low. "Do you know where she is now?" she asked, already formulating a plan to confront her. "No, wait - I need to tell Cypraea about this. I can't just leave this clan unchecked with an arsonist in their midst." She looked around, and almost immediately spotted that familiar sandsurge nodding to her from nearby before looking up to the clouds. "Cypraea!" she called out, enthusiastically waving an arm in the air to catch the other dragon's attention. "Come here, quick! I think we might have to stay in this clan for a couple extra days!" [rule] Lotineve votes for [b]Obsidian[/b]

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/64565710][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/645658/64565710.png[/img][/url] [size=5][color=da2121]Scarlet[/color][/size] [size=3][color=f87c00]She/her[/color][/size] Interacting with ash pile (open) -----[/center] Scarlet's search had gone cold, but something was up with this clan. Scarlet stalked out of her den that morning, her cat Idalia, who had come with her on her journey, following close behind. Dragons spoke beyond the trees, voices edged with anxiety, and she approached through the forest. She stopped when she came upon a scorched patch of undergrowth, a pile of ash in the middle. Clearly, someone wasn't using their fire powers safely. She looked at her familiar and crossed her arms. "Little flameow meow, have you been a naughty kitty?" Scarlet votes for [b]Insomnia[/b] (for now)

[Center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/724235/72423481.png[/img] [Url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/forga/2558325/779#post_57758875]- Maika -[/url] She/Her Interacting with: Sterling(@natsinabucket) Mentions: Fe, Ichigo, Nava, Lotineve, Cypraea, and very nearly everyone else ------[/center] [I]"Show me where, lead the way. Discreetly, before anyone else can get... inspired by the vandal."[/i] [B]"Of course,"[/b] Maika replied and was just about to follow through when the guardian from the previous day appeared, landing just next to them. Maika was quite startled, but refused to show it. [I]"You two, do you have any idea who lit the fire? I am afraid for this clan,"[/i] she said. A valid question. Maika would be much more appreciative if she hadn't just asked basically the same thing. She nearly voiced as much before [i]another[/i] voice spoke up. [I]"I can't believe she did that!"[/i] a pink aberration exclaimed from a small distance away. The fae simply stared for a moment, at a loss on how to reply. [I]Who did what?[/i] Before she could even begin to formulate a response to that [i]a few other dragons[/i] seemed to materialize from thin air. [I]"Who did what?" "Uhm, Excuse me-" "Good day."[/i] It was all just a bit much for Maika, so she chose to ignore all of it. She turned back to Sterling. [B]"Come with me,"[/b] she said, cringing slightly. He had literally just asked for discreetness not even a minute ago. Gods, she could never handle being a clan leader. But, either way, she had a job to do. Fluttering away, she led Sterling and, subsequently, the rest of the clan to the fire pit.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=94139382][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/941394/94139382.png[/img][/url] [font=book antiqua][size=5] [b][color=#9755ce]E[/color][color=#9f5ed8]s[/color][color=#a766e2]p[/color][color=#af6feb]r[/color][color=#b777f5]i[/color][color=#bf80ff]t[/color][/b] [emoji=gloom tile size=1] [b][color=#9755ce]s[/color][color=#9e5cd6]h[/color][color=#a463de]e[/color][color=#ab6be7]/[/color][color=#b272ef]h[/color][color=#b879f7]e[/color][color=#bf80ff]r[/color][/b][/size] [size=4]interacting with: Ichigo (@lusbiluces), Lotineve (@Relics)[/center] ----- [font=book antiqua][size=4]It was a great night, if you asked Esprit. The thousands of lit pumpkins were a sight to behold, the spooky yet charming decorations glowing in the candlelight. She peeked out from a window at the crack of dawn, grinning when she realized most of the lit jack-o-lanterns were still intact. Well, [i]most[/i]. She couldn't help but conveniently notice one of them was missing from a path. Probably nothing though, maybe someone tripped over it! Esprit had more things to do, namely greet guests that she had not gotten to last night! Full of energy, she bounded over straight through the window, costume still intact, and approached a duo of a water-looking Tundra and a pink Aberration. "... fire... did that." The ghost caught the last of the conversation before landing, fully visible, in front of the two. She tilted her head - fire? What fire? There were plenty of candles hidden in ways that would resemble little ghost flames - was that it? She decided to break the barrier and just ask. "Hello! You're both guests here, right?" She smiled, trying her best to maintain her "not threatening or terrifying at all even though I'm a ghost" expression. "My name's Esprit! What's this all about a fire? Is it something about the decorations? If so, do tell me how you feel about them!" ----- [center][font=book antiqua][size=5] Esprit votes for [b]Obsidian[/b][/center]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=88268187][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/882682/88268187.png[/img][/url] Obsidian He/Him Interacting with: Scarlet(@pandakitty1)[/center] ----- Obsidian was out on a stroll around the forest with Merrily and Spear. It is not the ideal place for a stroll while on a horse but he thought the forest was a calmer place than closer to the settlement. Branches and twigs snapped as they walked around. Off the beaten path, Obsidian noticed a wildclaw and a burnt clearing. "Did you accidentally burn this clearing?" Obsidian chuckled. ----- [b]Obsidian votes for Esprit.[/b]