That sounds like quite a day. Glad hyou all are safe though! The drawing is cute!
Quests & Challenges
Quests, Challenges, and Festival games.
TOPIC | Just Go | COMPLETED Pinkerlocke
I have been taken on a journey.
I have been taken on a journey.
Pinkerlocke? Not now, but one day...
D: I’m sorry things have been going so stressfully lately! I hope things get better soon. Seeing your art is a real treat, at least!
Ahh Clarion ;v;
And oof-- hope you're feeling better and less stressed now!
And oof-- hope you're feeling better and less stressed now!
Ahh Clarion ;v;
And oof-- hope you're feeling better and less stressed now!
And oof-- hope you're feeling better and less stressed now!
Psst. Hey. Wanna buy some accents?
Your art is always so beautiful and detailed, I love it so much!!! I'm sorry you've had such a stressful day, here's to a better one tomorrow?
I don't think Galio has art yet. Speaking of Galio, he's doing pretty well now! Here's what he looks like now:
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He's my clan's new tour guide! (Though he does have a tendency to get himself lost). I've also made him a moodboard and he has a mate and two beautiful children!
Your art is always so beautiful and detailed, I love it so much!!! I'm sorry you've had such a stressful day, here's to a better one tomorrow?
I don't think Galio has art yet. Speaking of Galio, he's doing pretty well now! Here's what he looks like now:
He's my clan's new tour guide! (Though he does have a tendency to get himself lost). I've also made him a moodboard and he has a mate and two beautiful children!
I don't think Galio has art yet. Speaking of Galio, he's doing pretty well now! Here's what he looks like now:
He's my clan's new tour guide! (Though he does have a tendency to get himself lost). I've also made him a moodboard and he has a mate and two beautiful children!
[b][i]Day One Hundred Four:[/i][/b]
Bramble felt like he was moving under water. Each day felt sluggish and surreal. He still couldn’t believe what had happened; as they travelled, he kept turning around expecting to see the familiar yellow, pink, and blue figure of his sister. Every time, he was disappointed. The void Clarion had left behind was so prominent to him. Without her inquisitive energy, the world was almost unbearably quiet. Erebos was taking it even harder, if that were possible. Bramble still wasn’t sure he quite understood the intricacies of the bond between a Guardian and their Charge, but Erebos seemed hardly alive anymore himself. He plodded along after Bladebeak dutifully every day, but he no longer spoke. When they stopped, he took convincing to create even the crudest shelter for himself and he barely ate. There was a hollowness in his pale yellow eyes that scared the Spiral. He was wasting away, and Bramble didn’t know what to do about it.
He glanced back at Gustav who was trailing behind him, floating along in his slipstream. The duskflapper had recovered well under Amosis’s care what felt like ages ago now, but Bramble remembered the creature had not always belonged to him. He’s belonged to a different Spiral; Galio. The green dragon felt a pang of guilt. He barely remembered Galio’s name, much less what he had been like. He hadn’t been with the group long, and even then, they’d hardly interacted. Bramble had memories of a massive storm, and after that, nothing of the other Spiral. He shuddered. What a terrible way to go.
“Lunch time,” Blithe’s voice spoke into the quiet. He looked up at his father; it was difficult, as he saw the same pain in his eyes that he felt himself, if more weary. He nodded numbly in response and followed his parents to the ground where the others had stopped to dig in the packs.
When they approached, Baines looked up and said, “We should go hunting soon. Prey is plenty during this time of year; we should take advantage of it.”
“Are we low?” Blithe asked, frowning at the satchels.
“Not terribly, but we will be soon,” Zunmonah answered for him. Blithe hummed thoughtfully.
“Tomorrow, then. I think we should be coming up on a river here soon, too; we should get some fishing in for Bladebeak.”
“Please,” the Ridgeback drawled out, having overheard. They made small chat to discuss the final details of their plans for the next couple of days, but Bramble wasn’t really listening. He picked at his food and, once everyone had finished their meals and set off, he caught his father in the air before he could rejoin Capricious.
“Papa,” he called to him, drawing his attention. The older Spiral came back to fly alongside him, a quizzical look on his face.
“Something wrong?” he asked. Bramble shook his head at first, but then sighed.
“… You’ve been travelling for a very long time, right?”
“Yes,” Blithe answered, bemused.
“So… have you met a lot of others? Like other dragons, and more like Serhat?”
“A decent number, yes…” he replied slowly. “… What are you getting at, son?”
“… Were there others? In the clan? Did they…” Bramble couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to. Blithe was silent for a long moment, contemplating his next response.
“… Yes,” he murmured at length. “Yes, and you’re old enough, believe, to know.” He took a breath, one that shook with enough emotion to set Bramble on edge. “The first dragon we met was a Wildclaw named Xihuitl, who was a hatchling at the time under the care of an Aviar named Iuitl. They were with us for a long… long time. They saw our first nest hatch, but we lost them soon after.”
“You first nest?” Bramble repeated in surprise. Blithe’s face contorted for a second before he schooled himself.
“Yes… Vivace and Rue. Rue didn’t make it past his hatching, and Vivace…” he swallowed. “… Actually, Vivace died the day you and- and Clarion were born. Without him, you… would not be alive.”
Bramble twisted with the sudden knot in his stomach. He was alarmed and confused. “Wh- what do you mean?”
“… Shortly before you were born, Vivace grew sick. Capricious couldn’t find a way to heal him, and then your clutch hatched… we lost your other two brothers, and you were so weak we were sure we would lose you, but Vivace managed to… I don’t know. Transfer the last of his energy to you. It was a miracle…”
“I… I had brothers?” Bramble stammered out. He was beginning to have difficulty flying, feeling weighed down by all the information Blithe was giving him. Had his parents really suffered so much? How did they put up with all of that? Something caught at him and he startled, snapping his head back up to see his father gripping onto him. There was a strange desperation in his eyes, but he also recognized love and compassion.
“You listen to me, alright?” he said the moment he had Bramble’s attention. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok? [i]You [/i]are my [i]son[/i], and so long as you breathe, I will do [i]everything [/i]in my power to protect you. Alright?” After a beat he added, “Your brother told you not to give up. Ok? You didn’t then; please don’t now.”
Bramble could barely see him, his eyes were so full of tears. He managed to nod and choked out, “I won’t.”
Blithe pulled him into a quick embrace, then released him again to fly up to Capricious above him. He watched his parents converse for a minute before he looked back at Gustav. The duskflapper was watching him curiously and offered a squeak when they made eye contact. Bramble managed the barest of smiles to give him.
“Hear that, Gustav?” he said back to him, and the duskflapper’s ears twitched. “We can’t give up.”
The creature chittered agreeably and came forward to float above Bramble’s back. He was grateful for the company. He didn’t want to be alone.
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[item=jar of slime]
I feel bad. I COMPLETELY forgot about Gustav. I only remembered when I was looking at my dragons and actually had to click on Bramble because I literally thought "Why does he have a familiar?" Derp.
Also, I know Blithe didn't mention all the deaths, but trying to fit them in messed with the flow, so... we'll just say he tells him about them later.
Also, thanks for your well wishes! I'm super exhausted today, but I had a chance to get a good amount of rest~.
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Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x1
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@Petall Yeah, he's been sitting in the back of my mind, but hopefully I'll have a chance to draw him soon. And hey, he looks great! And I like how you integrated his lore! And aw, such cute noodles~.
Day One Hundred Four:
Bramble felt like he was moving under water. Each day felt sluggish and surreal. He still couldn’t believe what had happened; as they travelled, he kept turning around expecting to see the familiar yellow, pink, and blue figure of his sister. Every time, he was disappointed. The void Clarion had left behind was so prominent to him. Without her inquisitive energy, the world was almost unbearably quiet. Erebos was taking it even harder, if that were possible. Bramble still wasn’t sure he quite understood the intricacies of the bond between a Guardian and their Charge, but Erebos seemed hardly alive anymore himself. He plodded along after Bladebeak dutifully every day, but he no longer spoke. When they stopped, he took convincing to create even the crudest shelter for himself and he barely ate. There was a hollowness in his pale yellow eyes that scared the Spiral. He was wasting away, and Bramble didn’t know what to do about it.
He glanced back at Gustav who was trailing behind him, floating along in his slipstream. The duskflapper had recovered well under Amosis’s care what felt like ages ago now, but Bramble remembered the creature had not always belonged to him. He’s belonged to a different Spiral; Galio. The green dragon felt a pang of guilt. He barely remembered Galio’s name, much less what he had been like. He hadn’t been with the group long, and even then, they’d hardly interacted. Bramble had memories of a massive storm, and after that, nothing of the other Spiral. He shuddered. What a terrible way to go.
“Lunch time,” Blithe’s voice spoke into the quiet. He looked up at his father; it was difficult, as he saw the same pain in his eyes that he felt himself, if more weary. He nodded numbly in response and followed his parents to the ground where the others had stopped to dig in the packs.
When they approached, Baines looked up and said, “We should go hunting soon. Prey is plenty during this time of year; we should take advantage of it.”
“Are we low?” Blithe asked, frowning at the satchels.
“Not terribly, but we will be soon,” Zunmonah answered for him. Blithe hummed thoughtfully.
“Tomorrow, then. I think we should be coming up on a river here soon, too; we should get some fishing in for Bladebeak.”
“Please,” the Ridgeback drawled out, having overheard. They made small chat to discuss the final details of their plans for the next couple of days, but Bramble wasn’t really listening. He picked at his food and, once everyone had finished their meals and set off, he caught his father in the air before he could rejoin Capricious.
“Papa,” he called to him, drawing his attention. The older Spiral came back to fly alongside him, a quizzical look on his face.
“Something wrong?” he asked. Bramble shook his head at first, but then sighed.
“… You’ve been travelling for a very long time, right?”
“Yes,” Blithe answered, bemused.
“So… have you met a lot of others? Like other dragons, and more like Serhat?”
“A decent number, yes…” he replied slowly. “… What are you getting at, son?”
“… Were there others? In the clan? Did they…” Bramble couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to. Blithe was silent for a long moment, contemplating his next response.
“… Yes,” he murmured at length. “Yes, and you’re old enough, believe, to know.” He took a breath, one that shook with enough emotion to set Bramble on edge. “The first dragon we met was a Wildclaw named Xihuitl, who was a hatchling at the time under the care of an Aviar named Iuitl. They were with us for a long… long time. They saw our first nest hatch, but we lost them soon after.”
“You first nest?” Bramble repeated in surprise. Blithe’s face contorted for a second before he schooled himself.
“Yes… Vivace and Rue. Rue didn’t make it past his hatching, and Vivace…” he swallowed. “… Actually, Vivace died the day you and- and Clarion were born. Without him, you… would not be alive.”
Bramble twisted with the sudden knot in his stomach. He was alarmed and confused. “Wh- what do you mean?”
“… Shortly before you were born, Vivace grew sick. Capricious couldn’t find a way to heal him, and then your clutch hatched… we lost your other two brothers, and you were so weak we were sure we would lose you, but Vivace managed to… I don’t know. Transfer the last of his energy to you. It was a miracle…”
“I… I had brothers?” Bramble stammered out. He was beginning to have difficulty flying, feeling weighed down by all the information Blithe was giving him. Had his parents really suffered so much? How did they put up with all of that? Something caught at him and he startled, snapping his head back up to see his father gripping onto him. There was a strange desperation in his eyes, but he also recognized love and compassion.
“You listen to me, alright?” he said the moment he had Bramble’s attention. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok? You are my son, and so long as you breathe, I will do everything in my power to protect you. Alright?” After a beat he added, “Your brother told you not to give up. Ok? You didn’t then; please don’t now.”
Bramble could barely see him, his eyes were so full of tears. He managed to nod and choked out, “I won’t.”
Blithe pulled him into a quick embrace, then released him again to fly up to Capricious above him. He watched his parents converse for a minute before he looked back at Gustav. The duskflapper was watching him curiously and offered a squeak when they made eye contact. Bramble managed the barest of smiles to give him.
“Hear that, Gustav?” he said back to him, and the duskflapper’s ears twitched. “We can’t give up.”
The creature chittered agreeably and came forward to float above Bramble’s back. He was grateful for the company. He didn’t want to be alone.
I feel bad. I COMPLETELY forgot about Gustav. I only remembered when I was looking at my dragons and actually had to click on Bramble because I literally thought "Why does he have a familiar?" Derp.
Also, I know Blithe didn't mention all the deaths, but trying to fit them in messed with the flow, so... we'll just say he tells him about them later.
Also, thanks for your well wishes! I'm super exhausted today, but I had a chance to get a good amount of rest~.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x1
@Weredogalism @Riff @Skulljester @AstralDragons @MisterMylez @BarbaraFett @PinkyDaPinkSlime @loser @OneRingOfPower @MagmaticMachine @Rosesinger @Eversnow @chewynoodles
@Petall Yeah, he's been sitting in the back of my mind, but hopefully I'll have a chance to draw him soon. And hey, he looks great! And I like how you integrated his lore! And aw, such cute noodles~.
Bramble felt like he was moving under water. Each day felt sluggish and surreal. He still couldn’t believe what had happened; as they travelled, he kept turning around expecting to see the familiar yellow, pink, and blue figure of his sister. Every time, he was disappointed. The void Clarion had left behind was so prominent to him. Without her inquisitive energy, the world was almost unbearably quiet. Erebos was taking it even harder, if that were possible. Bramble still wasn’t sure he quite understood the intricacies of the bond between a Guardian and their Charge, but Erebos seemed hardly alive anymore himself. He plodded along after Bladebeak dutifully every day, but he no longer spoke. When they stopped, he took convincing to create even the crudest shelter for himself and he barely ate. There was a hollowness in his pale yellow eyes that scared the Spiral. He was wasting away, and Bramble didn’t know what to do about it.
He glanced back at Gustav who was trailing behind him, floating along in his slipstream. The duskflapper had recovered well under Amosis’s care what felt like ages ago now, but Bramble remembered the creature had not always belonged to him. He’s belonged to a different Spiral; Galio. The green dragon felt a pang of guilt. He barely remembered Galio’s name, much less what he had been like. He hadn’t been with the group long, and even then, they’d hardly interacted. Bramble had memories of a massive storm, and after that, nothing of the other Spiral. He shuddered. What a terrible way to go.
“Lunch time,” Blithe’s voice spoke into the quiet. He looked up at his father; it was difficult, as he saw the same pain in his eyes that he felt himself, if more weary. He nodded numbly in response and followed his parents to the ground where the others had stopped to dig in the packs.
When they approached, Baines looked up and said, “We should go hunting soon. Prey is plenty during this time of year; we should take advantage of it.”
“Are we low?” Blithe asked, frowning at the satchels.
“Not terribly, but we will be soon,” Zunmonah answered for him. Blithe hummed thoughtfully.
“Tomorrow, then. I think we should be coming up on a river here soon, too; we should get some fishing in for Bladebeak.”
“Please,” the Ridgeback drawled out, having overheard. They made small chat to discuss the final details of their plans for the next couple of days, but Bramble wasn’t really listening. He picked at his food and, once everyone had finished their meals and set off, he caught his father in the air before he could rejoin Capricious.
“Papa,” he called to him, drawing his attention. The older Spiral came back to fly alongside him, a quizzical look on his face.
“Something wrong?” he asked. Bramble shook his head at first, but then sighed.
“… You’ve been travelling for a very long time, right?”
“Yes,” Blithe answered, bemused.
“So… have you met a lot of others? Like other dragons, and more like Serhat?”
“A decent number, yes…” he replied slowly. “… What are you getting at, son?”
“… Were there others? In the clan? Did they…” Bramble couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to. Blithe was silent for a long moment, contemplating his next response.
“… Yes,” he murmured at length. “Yes, and you’re old enough, believe, to know.” He took a breath, one that shook with enough emotion to set Bramble on edge. “The first dragon we met was a Wildclaw named Xihuitl, who was a hatchling at the time under the care of an Aviar named Iuitl. They were with us for a long… long time. They saw our first nest hatch, but we lost them soon after.”
“You first nest?” Bramble repeated in surprise. Blithe’s face contorted for a second before he schooled himself.
“Yes… Vivace and Rue. Rue didn’t make it past his hatching, and Vivace…” he swallowed. “… Actually, Vivace died the day you and- and Clarion were born. Without him, you… would not be alive.”
Bramble twisted with the sudden knot in his stomach. He was alarmed and confused. “Wh- what do you mean?”
“… Shortly before you were born, Vivace grew sick. Capricious couldn’t find a way to heal him, and then your clutch hatched… we lost your other two brothers, and you were so weak we were sure we would lose you, but Vivace managed to… I don’t know. Transfer the last of his energy to you. It was a miracle…”
“I… I had brothers?” Bramble stammered out. He was beginning to have difficulty flying, feeling weighed down by all the information Blithe was giving him. Had his parents really suffered so much? How did they put up with all of that? Something caught at him and he startled, snapping his head back up to see his father gripping onto him. There was a strange desperation in his eyes, but he also recognized love and compassion.
“You listen to me, alright?” he said the moment he had Bramble’s attention. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, ok? You are my son, and so long as you breathe, I will do everything in my power to protect you. Alright?” After a beat he added, “Your brother told you not to give up. Ok? You didn’t then; please don’t now.”
Bramble could barely see him, his eyes were so full of tears. He managed to nod and choked out, “I won’t.”
Blithe pulled him into a quick embrace, then released him again to fly up to Capricious above him. He watched his parents converse for a minute before he looked back at Gustav. The duskflapper was watching him curiously and offered a squeak when they made eye contact. Bramble managed the barest of smiles to give him.
“Hear that, Gustav?” he said back to him, and the duskflapper’s ears twitched. “We can’t give up.”
The creature chittered agreeably and came forward to float above Bramble’s back. He was grateful for the company. He didn’t want to be alone.
I feel bad. I COMPLETELY forgot about Gustav. I only remembered when I was looking at my dragons and actually had to click on Bramble because I literally thought "Why does he have a familiar?" Derp.
Also, I know Blithe didn't mention all the deaths, but trying to fit them in messed with the flow, so... we'll just say he tells him about them later.
Also, thanks for your well wishes! I'm super exhausted today, but I had a chance to get a good amount of rest~.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x1
@Weredogalism @Riff @Skulljester @AstralDragons @MisterMylez @BarbaraFett @PinkyDaPinkSlime @loser @OneRingOfPower @MagmaticMachine @Rosesinger @Eversnow @chewynoodles
@Petall Yeah, he's been sitting in the back of my mind, but hopefully I'll have a chance to draw him soon. And hey, he looks great! And I like how you integrated his lore! And aw, such cute noodles~.
I was looking through the pinkerlocke dragons again and I just realized Erebos and Clarion had the same flower apparel-type-- I never noticed until now ;v;
I was looking through the pinkerlocke dragons again and I just realized Erebos and Clarion had the same flower apparel-type-- I never noticed until now ;v;
Psst. Hey. Wanna buy some accents?
Oh my goodness, poor Bramble! If anything bad happens to him I'm going to be so devastated!!!
Oh my goodness, poor Bramble! If anything bad happens to him I'm going to be so devastated!!!
P ai n
This is. So deeply upsetting to me. I just hope that Bramble will keep living, and I'm really worried about Erebos, the poor Guardian ;;;
This is. So deeply upsetting to me. I just hope that Bramble will keep living, and I'm really worried about Erebos, the poor Guardian ;;;
[b][i]Day One Hundred Five:[/i][/b]
“She say her name Aysun,” Serhat told the gathered dragons. Before them sat the other Raptorik who was being cared for by Capricious and Amosis while Baines and Zunmonah questioned her through Serhat. Aysun herself seemed to know very few Draconic words (so far just “go”, “path”, and “follow”). It was clear she was a guide of some sort, as apparent by a badge she wore. However, the absence of her previous clients and her injuries made Ehsan uneasy, especially given what they themselves had experienced.
“Can you tell us if you were escorting dragons? If you were, what happened to them?” Baines addressed Aysun, then nodded at Serhat to translate. He did so in the quick, clicking language of the Raptorik and waited for her response. She shifted in discomfort, obviously reticent about answering. She said something and Serhat listened, nodding before he turned back toward the dragons.
“Aysun escort dragons, yes. Traveling many days, look for old places,” he told them.
“And what happened to them?” Baines pressed. “Were you attacked? When we found you, you told us to run from something. What?”
When the questions were related to her, Aysun recoiled, shaking her head fervently. Serhat had to coax her to remain still, not only for the sake of her injuries, but so she had to answer the question. She clicked her beak in an anxious gesture, then slowly explained something to Serhat. The other Raptorik clutched at his staff as he listened, his feathers puffing out a bit.
“What is it?” Ehsan spoke up, unable to stand the suspense. Serhat seemed to struggle with his words for a moment.
“She say dark take them. Come from ground, tear them.” He gave a shake of his head. “Terrible.”
Zunmonah frowned. “The dark? You mean some sort of shadow attacked them?”
Serhat shook his head. “Not just shadow. Old places hold evil; we Beastclans know.”
Capricious exchanged an alarmed look with Baines while Tremayne shifted uncomfortably nearby. Ehsan looked at them, remembering what had happened during the hatching of her and Amosis’s first clutch. Was this what Tremayne had been trying to warn them about?
“What sort of evil?” the question came from Amosis this time, and it caused Serhat to squirm nervously and chance a glance at Tremayne.
“Dark, hungry; we see it taint, consume, twist, destroy. Know dragon name, not,” he replied.
“He’s talking about the Shade,” Tremayne interjected. When they turned to them, the Snapper looked almost sick, like it made them ill to even say it. After a beat, Zunmonah scoffed.
“The Shade? That’s an old fairy tale meant to scare hatchlings into behaving,” she quipped. Ehsan wished she could be so confident as the older Mirror. She couldn’t help but remember how swiftly Clarion had been swallowed by the darkness, or the shadow that had passed over Eilian and Arvel at birth…
She couldn’t take the conversation anymore and abruptly got up to walk away. She didn’t hear anyone call her back, but then again, she would have ignored them. She scanned about the camp until she spotted her son, sitting in the grass watching Bramble play with Halcyon and Sonance nearby.
She crossed over to him and gently asked, “Why don’t you go join them? Looks like fun, right?”
His dark cyan eyes turned to look up at her and she felt herself flinch involuntarily. She didn’t want to think there was anything wrong with him, but sometimes it set her on edge to be held under that intense gaze that she couldn’t read any happiness, or sadness, or even anger from. Then he looked away with a shrug, answering her with a simple, “I guess.”
She hovered there for a minute, wanting to engage him in conversation but she wasn’t sure how. Maybe she just wasn’t trying hard enough. Maybe she was letting herself get so caught up in Arvel’s and Clarion’s deaths that she wasn’t allowing herself to properly take care of her son. Her precious son. She took a deep breath and reached down to gently nudge at his shoulder with her snout. Though he didn’t respond much to affection, this at least gained his attention, and she was almost relieved to see a hint of confusion in his eyes.
“Is there something else you want to do?” she asked him. “Maybe we could make something out of the materials we’ve collected, or I could read you a story?”
He thought for a moment and she got a brief thrill when he looked up at her and asked, “Will you teach me to hunt?”
“To hunt?” she repeated, a little taken aback. He nodded in affirmation.
“That’s what you did today, wasn’t it? Hunting? What is it like?”
“Well,” she paused, collecting her thoughts. “It’s… necessary, for survival. Eventually you will need to learn to hunt so you can feed yourself if… if something were to happen to us.” She stopped a moment to look him over. He had already grown quite a bit – had it really been so long since he hatched? “… I suppose we can discuss starting your training with Baines and Zunmonah here soon, if you like.”
There was a spark in his eye that she interpreted as excitement and he eagerly asked, “Today?”
She shook her head. “No, not today. It’ll be dark here shortly, and you’ll need your sleep for tomorrow.”
He seemed disappointed, but he didn’t argue.
“Yes, mother,” he muttered, then turned back to watching the others play. She wallowed there for a while longer, back to her previous dilemma, but she eventually got up to wander away.
She would just have to try again tomorrow.
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[item=oozing tusk]
I feel like this Pinkerlocke has taken kind of a dark turn... or maybe I've just been writing it this dark the whole time and not really noticing, idk.
On a brighter note, I managed to scavenge a Shadow Egg today!
[item=unhatched shadow egg]
So that's another breed change to backlog.
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Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x2
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@AstralDragons D: Sorry, I don't mean to upset you! I've been told that my writing can be rather... intense... but I'll try to keep myself in check a little better.
Day One Hundred Five:
“She say her name Aysun,” Serhat told the gathered dragons. Before them sat the other Raptorik who was being cared for by Capricious and Amosis while Baines and Zunmonah questioned her through Serhat. Aysun herself seemed to know very few Draconic words (so far just “go”, “path”, and “follow”). It was clear she was a guide of some sort, as apparent by a badge she wore. However, the absence of her previous clients and her injuries made Ehsan uneasy, especially given what they themselves had experienced.
“Can you tell us if you were escorting dragons? If you were, what happened to them?” Baines addressed Aysun, then nodded at Serhat to translate. He did so in the quick, clicking language of the Raptorik and waited for her response. She shifted in discomfort, obviously reticent about answering. She said something and Serhat listened, nodding before he turned back toward the dragons.
“Aysun escort dragons, yes. Traveling many days, look for old places,” he told them.
“And what happened to them?” Baines pressed. “Were you attacked? When we found you, you told us to run from something. What?”
When the questions were related to her, Aysun recoiled, shaking her head fervently. Serhat had to coax her to remain still, not only for the sake of her injuries, but so she had to answer the question. She clicked her beak in an anxious gesture, then slowly explained something to Serhat. The other Raptorik clutched at his staff as he listened, his feathers puffing out a bit.
“What is it?” Ehsan spoke up, unable to stand the suspense. Serhat seemed to struggle with his words for a moment.
“She say dark take them. Come from ground, tear them.” He gave a shake of his head. “Terrible.”
Zunmonah frowned. “The dark? You mean some sort of shadow attacked them?”
Serhat shook his head. “Not just shadow. Old places hold evil; we Beastclans know.”
Capricious exchanged an alarmed look with Baines while Tremayne shifted uncomfortably nearby. Ehsan looked at them, remembering what had happened during the hatching of her and Amosis’s first clutch. Was this what Tremayne had been trying to warn them about?
“What sort of evil?” the question came from Amosis this time, and it caused Serhat to squirm nervously and chance a glance at Tremayne.
“Dark, hungry; we see it taint, consume, twist, destroy. Know dragon name, not,” he replied.
“He’s talking about the Shade,” Tremayne interjected. When they turned to them, the Snapper looked almost sick, like it made them ill to even say it. After a beat, Zunmonah scoffed.
“The Shade? That’s an old fairy tale meant to scare hatchlings into behaving,” she quipped. Ehsan wished she could be so confident as the older Mirror. She couldn’t help but remember how swiftly Clarion had been swallowed by the darkness, or the shadow that had passed over Eilian and Arvel at birth…
She couldn’t take the conversation anymore and abruptly got up to walk away. She didn’t hear anyone call her back, but then again, she would have ignored them. She scanned about the camp until she spotted her son, sitting in the grass watching Bramble play with Halcyon and Sonance nearby.
She crossed over to him and gently asked, “Why don’t you go join them? Looks like fun, right?”
His dark cyan eyes turned to look up at her and she felt herself flinch involuntarily. She didn’t want to think there was anything wrong with him, but sometimes it set her on edge to be held under that intense gaze that she couldn’t read any happiness, or sadness, or even anger from. Then he looked away with a shrug, answering her with a simple, “I guess.”
She hovered there for a minute, wanting to engage him in conversation but she wasn’t sure how. Maybe she just wasn’t trying hard enough. Maybe she was letting herself get so caught up in Arvel’s and Clarion’s deaths that she wasn’t allowing herself to properly take care of her son. Her precious son. She took a deep breath and reached down to gently nudge at his shoulder with her snout. Though he didn’t respond much to affection, this at least gained his attention, and she was almost relieved to see a hint of confusion in his eyes.
“Is there something else you want to do?” she asked him. “Maybe we could make something out of the materials we’ve collected, or I could read you a story?”
He thought for a moment and she got a brief thrill when he looked up at her and asked, “Will you teach me to hunt?”
“To hunt?” she repeated, a little taken aback. He nodded in affirmation.
“That’s what you did today, wasn’t it? Hunting? What is it like?”
“Well,” she paused, collecting her thoughts. “It’s… necessary, for survival. Eventually you will need to learn to hunt so you can feed yourself if… if something were to happen to us.” She stopped a moment to look him over. He had already grown quite a bit – had it really been so long since he hatched? “… I suppose we can discuss starting your training with Baines and Zunmonah here soon, if you like.”
There was a spark in his eye that she interpreted as excitement and he eagerly asked, “Today?”
She shook her head. “No, not today. It’ll be dark here shortly, and you’ll need your sleep for tomorrow.”
He seemed disappointed, but he didn’t argue.
“Yes, mother,” he muttered, then turned back to watching the others play. She wallowed there for a while longer, back to her previous dilemma, but she eventually got up to wander away.
She would just have to try again tomorrow.
I feel like this Pinkerlocke has taken kind of a dark turn... or maybe I've just been writing it this dark the whole time and not really noticing, idk.
On a brighter note, I managed to scavenge a Shadow Egg today!
So that's another breed change to backlog.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x2
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@AstralDragons D: Sorry, I don't mean to upset you! I've been told that my writing can be rather... intense... but I'll try to keep myself in check a little better.
“She say her name Aysun,” Serhat told the gathered dragons. Before them sat the other Raptorik who was being cared for by Capricious and Amosis while Baines and Zunmonah questioned her through Serhat. Aysun herself seemed to know very few Draconic words (so far just “go”, “path”, and “follow”). It was clear she was a guide of some sort, as apparent by a badge she wore. However, the absence of her previous clients and her injuries made Ehsan uneasy, especially given what they themselves had experienced.
“Can you tell us if you were escorting dragons? If you were, what happened to them?” Baines addressed Aysun, then nodded at Serhat to translate. He did so in the quick, clicking language of the Raptorik and waited for her response. She shifted in discomfort, obviously reticent about answering. She said something and Serhat listened, nodding before he turned back toward the dragons.
“Aysun escort dragons, yes. Traveling many days, look for old places,” he told them.
“And what happened to them?” Baines pressed. “Were you attacked? When we found you, you told us to run from something. What?”
When the questions were related to her, Aysun recoiled, shaking her head fervently. Serhat had to coax her to remain still, not only for the sake of her injuries, but so she had to answer the question. She clicked her beak in an anxious gesture, then slowly explained something to Serhat. The other Raptorik clutched at his staff as he listened, his feathers puffing out a bit.
“What is it?” Ehsan spoke up, unable to stand the suspense. Serhat seemed to struggle with his words for a moment.
“She say dark take them. Come from ground, tear them.” He gave a shake of his head. “Terrible.”
Zunmonah frowned. “The dark? You mean some sort of shadow attacked them?”
Serhat shook his head. “Not just shadow. Old places hold evil; we Beastclans know.”
Capricious exchanged an alarmed look with Baines while Tremayne shifted uncomfortably nearby. Ehsan looked at them, remembering what had happened during the hatching of her and Amosis’s first clutch. Was this what Tremayne had been trying to warn them about?
“What sort of evil?” the question came from Amosis this time, and it caused Serhat to squirm nervously and chance a glance at Tremayne.
“Dark, hungry; we see it taint, consume, twist, destroy. Know dragon name, not,” he replied.
“He’s talking about the Shade,” Tremayne interjected. When they turned to them, the Snapper looked almost sick, like it made them ill to even say it. After a beat, Zunmonah scoffed.
“The Shade? That’s an old fairy tale meant to scare hatchlings into behaving,” she quipped. Ehsan wished she could be so confident as the older Mirror. She couldn’t help but remember how swiftly Clarion had been swallowed by the darkness, or the shadow that had passed over Eilian and Arvel at birth…
She couldn’t take the conversation anymore and abruptly got up to walk away. She didn’t hear anyone call her back, but then again, she would have ignored them. She scanned about the camp until she spotted her son, sitting in the grass watching Bramble play with Halcyon and Sonance nearby.
She crossed over to him and gently asked, “Why don’t you go join them? Looks like fun, right?”
His dark cyan eyes turned to look up at her and she felt herself flinch involuntarily. She didn’t want to think there was anything wrong with him, but sometimes it set her on edge to be held under that intense gaze that she couldn’t read any happiness, or sadness, or even anger from. Then he looked away with a shrug, answering her with a simple, “I guess.”
She hovered there for a minute, wanting to engage him in conversation but she wasn’t sure how. Maybe she just wasn’t trying hard enough. Maybe she was letting herself get so caught up in Arvel’s and Clarion’s deaths that she wasn’t allowing herself to properly take care of her son. Her precious son. She took a deep breath and reached down to gently nudge at his shoulder with her snout. Though he didn’t respond much to affection, this at least gained his attention, and she was almost relieved to see a hint of confusion in his eyes.
“Is there something else you want to do?” she asked him. “Maybe we could make something out of the materials we’ve collected, or I could read you a story?”
He thought for a moment and she got a brief thrill when he looked up at her and asked, “Will you teach me to hunt?”
“To hunt?” she repeated, a little taken aback. He nodded in affirmation.
“That’s what you did today, wasn’t it? Hunting? What is it like?”
“Well,” she paused, collecting her thoughts. “It’s… necessary, for survival. Eventually you will need to learn to hunt so you can feed yourself if… if something were to happen to us.” She stopped a moment to look him over. He had already grown quite a bit – had it really been so long since he hatched? “… I suppose we can discuss starting your training with Baines and Zunmonah here soon, if you like.”
There was a spark in his eye that she interpreted as excitement and he eagerly asked, “Today?”
She shook her head. “No, not today. It’ll be dark here shortly, and you’ll need your sleep for tomorrow.”
He seemed disappointed, but he didn’t argue.
“Yes, mother,” he muttered, then turned back to watching the others play. She wallowed there for a while longer, back to her previous dilemma, but she eventually got up to wander away.
She would just have to try again tomorrow.
I feel like this Pinkerlocke has taken kind of a dark turn... or maybe I've just been writing it this dark the whole time and not really noticing, idk.
On a brighter note, I managed to scavenge a Shadow Egg today!
So that's another breed change to backlog.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x2
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@AstralDragons D: Sorry, I don't mean to upset you! I've been told that my writing can be rather... intense... but I'll try to keep myself in check a little better.