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June 20, 2020 21:33:58

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida

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.[ Echo ]
| Rank: F?? |
Warrior/Huntress

A battled-hardened warrior, Echo feels most comfortable around other clan females like herself. She understands the language of combat more than she does clan politics and tends to stay far away from most social gatherings… or at least hovers on the fringes on guard duty.

Although her primary duty for the clan is as a warrior, Echo grew up in the Southern Icefield where the fight for survival was just as fierce as any contest on the battlefield. Due to this upbringing, she is a skilled huntress, especially in the frigid winter conditions when other dragons falter. She’s helped the clan survive several catastrophic snowstorms over the years and is unafraid to challenge the elements, no matter how brutal they may be.

Since Echo joined the clan more recently and isn’t the most social, it’s taken her a while to get to know many of the clan’s core members, especially the males. Recently, however, Lucien has begun to seek the Imperial’s company during group hunts. Despite her tendency to avoid socialization, Echo has found herself actually wanting to spend time with the Wildclaw male. He sees the world in a different way than she does, and has even begun to teach her his unique methods of hunting. Although she’s never been the type to prioritize finding a mate, part of her wonders if her friendship with Lucien could lead to something more...

Lore by Xayxayz | Assets by Ecci__-

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida Starting a breeding project with these two and of course I had to give them a backstory first. They're both based off characters in greek mythology but with slight twists (: ([url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2878961/1#post_2878961]Link[/url] to lore-based breeding thread if you're interested in following along) [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62216008][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/622161/62216008_350.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62152320][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621524/62152320_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]____________-[/color][nextcol][item=depleted sacridite][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Charybdis & Phorcys ][/size] [/center][nextcol][item=bluefin charger fin][/columns] [center]Charybdis paced in her cold, damp lair, talons scraping against barnacle-encrusted stone with every step. Her eyes darted to the entrance every few minutes, scanning the crashing waves with eyesight keen enough to see a boat on the water miles before it reached her. But today there was nothing on the whitecaps but a few terns and petrels, picking off the fish bashed to pieces against the razor-sharp rocks. Sometimes Charybdis joined them to forage on the ocean, although her tactics were somewhat more… refined. As a sea goddess, she had power over the currents near her sacred lair, able to manipulate them in any way she pleased. Her method of choice was a gigantic whirlpool, strong enough to suck even the heartiest ship down, down, down, where it would find Charybdis waiting. She enjoyed watching the ships implode on impact with the rocky ocean floor, and when the spectacle was over, she lazily collected her loot. Her powers diminished after such a display, she would slink back to her lair, a rocky outcrop, and dine on the remains of the ship’s crew while surveying the calming seas. Whatever scraps she left behind were quickly devoured by the sea birds waiting nearby. Some of them even nested just outside her lair, smart enough to know that the goddess’ presence indicated a steady food supply. But today she let her power rest in her veins, exerting no influence over the waves outside her den. Even so, the ocean thrashed wildly, a storm building on the horizon, the sky growing darker by the second, as if mimicking her sour mood. Although her power over the sea was often a boon, it was also her curse. Her power had come with a price: she could never leave her seabound domain. This rocky outcrop, though majestic and eerily beautiful, was the only land she had ever known. If she ever tried to leave, as she had countless times, she was met with a wall of impenetrable force, corralling her back to her little island, reminding her that whatever gifts she possessed, she did not have the power of freedom. For many centuries, Charybdis had accepted her fate, wreaking vengeance on anyone unfortunate enough to pass by her rocky crag. Over the years, the legends and warnings of her destructive tendencies accumulated, until very few risked the journey and those that did only came because they had no other choice. There were a few wiley captains over the years who had managed to evade the goddess’ wrath. They had waited out of range until the goddess exerted her power, watching from a distance the calamity that her whirlpools caused. Then, knowing her strength would be spent, they sailed past on peaceful waters, casting furtive glances in her direction until they were certain they were out of range. Charybdis had let them pass, too drained to do more than snarl and bare her fangs. If they ever returned, they would not be so lucky a second time, she had vowed silently to herself. But one day an entirely different visitor had come to her lair. An immortal of the sea like her, but not quite as powerful, Phorcys had heard tell of the powerful goddess and had come to seek her affection rather than her wrath. Initially intent on having him for dinner, Charybdis instead found herself persuaded by his words and enchanted by the tales he told of distant lands, great battles, and mighty clans. When the male pledged his life to hers and vowed to protect her and serve her for all of his days, Charybdis could not find it in herself to refuse. Having a mate around proved to be quite useful in other ways too. Since Phorcys was not limited by the spell that bound Charybdis to her realm, he could travel wherever he wished. At first he brought back trinkets and treasure from his travels for his mate, but soon he learned what she truly desired and vowed to give it to her if he could. Phorcys traveled far and wide, investigating rumors of curses and witches, spells and soothsayers, until he finally received word of an oracle who could give him the answer that he sought. She would only answer one question, but there was only one Phorcys needed to ask. He sped back to his mate, explaining his plan in detail. He would embark the next day. The trip would take seven days and seven nights, but he would reach the oracle with due haste and seek the solution to freeing Charybdis once and for all. It was the fifteenth day. The day Phorcys was due to return. Still, there was no sign of him on the water and as the storm grew worse and worse, hour by hour, Charybdis felt a strange sensation creep into her bones, one entirely new to her: fear. She turned her attention to the sea birds instead, watching as they soared and dove gracefully in the waves, bringing back vital food to the chicks squawking loudly in their nests. The mates preened one another tenderly on the rocks before one member of the pair would return to guard their offspring, the other spreading their wings and taking to the skies once more. Their lives were far shorter than hers, their powers nonexistent, and yet, Charybdis couldn’t help but envy their simplicity. The sun had set now, bolts of lightning coursing through the sky to collide with the tumultuous waves, sending electricity scattering chaotically across the ocean’s surface. It was a sight to behold, but another sight entirely had Charybdis’ pulse quickening as she scrambled to her feet. Phorcys. Using her power, the goddess created a safe passage for her mate through the raging storm, her body practically buzzing with anticipation as he finally reached her and hauled his waterlogged form up the sharp rocks to her den. In the shelter of the cavern, he shook himself and nuzzled his mate affectionately, the smile on his face revealing his success before he could form words to tell her. He explained quickly, his tale spilling forth in a jumbled rush as he described his journey to the oracle and the answer she had given him. [i]A daughter[/i], he explained, that was the solution. He and Charybdis would produce a female heir stronger than both of them, a daughter powerful enough to dissolve the bonds that held her mother captive. The oracle had also warned that their daughter would be feared by all the world, a terrifying monster leaving only death in her wake. Of course, neither Charybdis nor Phorcys had any qualms about that. [i]Free[/i], Charybdis thought, her eyes flashing sinisterly in the dim light of the cavern. She looked beyond the cavern’s entrance, looked back at those seabirds huddled on the rocks, sheltering their young from the inevitable doom of the storm. [i]If a daughter was the key to her freedom, then a daughter she would have...[/i] [/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayz[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

Xayxayx

3524

July 06, 2020 16:59:29

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida

Starting a breeding project with these two and of course I had to give them a backstory first. They're both based off characters in greek mythology but with slight twists (: (Link to lore-based breeding thread if you're interested in following along)

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.[ Charybdis & Phorcys ]

Charybdis paced in her cold, damp lair, talons scraping against barnacle-encrusted stone with every step. Her eyes darted to the entrance every few minutes, scanning the crashing waves with eyesight keen enough to see a boat on the water miles before it reached her. But today there was nothing on the whitecaps but a few terns and petrels, picking off the fish bashed to pieces against the razor-sharp rocks.

Sometimes Charybdis joined them to forage on the ocean, although her tactics were somewhat more… refined. As a sea goddess, she had power over the currents near her sacred lair, able to manipulate them in any way she pleased. Her method of choice was a gigantic whirlpool, strong enough to suck even the heartiest ship down, down, down, where it would find Charybdis waiting. She enjoyed watching the ships implode on impact with the rocky ocean floor, and when the spectacle was over, she lazily collected her loot. Her powers diminished after such a display, she would slink back to her lair, a rocky outcrop, and dine on the remains of the ship’s crew while surveying the calming seas. Whatever scraps she left behind were quickly devoured by the sea birds waiting nearby. Some of them even nested just outside her lair, smart enough to know that the goddess’ presence indicated a steady food supply.

But today she let her power rest in her veins, exerting no influence over the waves outside her den. Even so, the ocean thrashed wildly, a storm building on the horizon, the sky growing darker by the second, as if mimicking her sour mood.

Although her power over the sea was often a boon, it was also her curse. Her power had come with a price: she could never leave her seabound domain. This rocky outcrop, though majestic and eerily beautiful, was the only land she had ever known. If she ever tried to leave, as she had countless times, she was met with a wall of impenetrable force, corralling her back to her little island, reminding her that whatever gifts she possessed, she did not have the power of freedom.

For many centuries, Charybdis had accepted her fate, wreaking vengeance on anyone unfortunate enough to pass by her rocky crag. Over the years, the legends and warnings of her destructive tendencies accumulated, until very few risked the journey and those that did only came because they had no other choice. There were a few wiley captains over the years who had managed to evade the goddess’ wrath. They had waited out of range until the goddess exerted her power, watching from a distance the calamity that her whirlpools caused. Then, knowing her strength would be spent, they sailed past on peaceful waters, casting furtive glances in her direction until they were certain they were out of range. Charybdis had let them pass, too drained to do more than snarl and bare her fangs. If they ever returned, they would not be so lucky a second time, she had vowed silently to herself.

But one day an entirely different visitor had come to her lair. An immortal of the sea like her, but not quite as powerful, Phorcys had heard tell of the powerful goddess and had come to seek her affection rather than her wrath. Initially intent on having him for dinner, Charybdis instead found herself persuaded by his words and enchanted by the tales he told of distant lands, great battles, and mighty clans. When the male pledged his life to hers and vowed to protect her and serve her for all of his days, Charybdis could not find it in herself to refuse.

Having a mate around proved to be quite useful in other ways too. Since Phorcys was not limited by the spell that bound Charybdis to her realm, he could travel wherever he wished. At first he brought back trinkets and treasure from his travels for his mate, but soon he learned what she truly desired and vowed to give it to her if he could.

Phorcys traveled far and wide, investigating rumors of curses and witches, spells and soothsayers, until he finally received word of an oracle who could give him the answer that he sought. She would only answer one question, but there was only one Phorcys needed to ask. He sped back to his mate, explaining his plan in detail. He would embark the next day. The trip would take seven days and seven nights, but he would reach the oracle with due haste and seek the solution to freeing Charybdis once and for all.

It was the fifteenth day. The day Phorcys was due to return. Still, there was no sign of him on the water and as the storm grew worse and worse, hour by hour, Charybdis felt a strange sensation creep into her bones, one entirely new to her: fear. She turned her attention to the sea birds instead, watching as they soared and dove gracefully in the waves, bringing back vital food to the chicks squawking loudly in their nests. The mates preened one another tenderly on the rocks before one member of the pair would return to guard their offspring, the other spreading their wings and taking to the skies once more. Their lives were far shorter than hers, their powers nonexistent, and yet, Charybdis couldn’t help but envy their simplicity.

The sun had set now, bolts of lightning coursing through the sky to collide with the tumultuous waves, sending electricity scattering chaotically across the ocean’s surface. It was a sight to behold, but another sight entirely had Charybdis’ pulse quickening as she scrambled to her feet. Phorcys. Using her power, the goddess created a safe passage for her mate through the raging storm, her body practically buzzing with anticipation as he finally reached her and hauled his waterlogged form up the sharp rocks to her den. In the shelter of the cavern, he shook himself and nuzzled his mate affectionately, the smile on his face revealing his success before he could form words to tell her. He explained quickly, his tale spilling forth in a jumbled rush as he described his journey to the oracle and the answer she had given him.

A daughter, he explained, that was the solution. He and Charybdis would produce a female heir stronger than both of them, a daughter powerful enough to dissolve the bonds that held her mother captive. The oracle had also warned that their daughter would be feared by all the world, a terrifying monster leaving only death in her wake. Of course, neither Charybdis nor Phorcys had any qualms about that.

Free, Charybdis thought, her eyes flashing sinisterly in the dim light of the cavern. She looked beyond the cavern’s entrance, looked back at those seabirds huddled on the rocks, sheltering their young from the inevitable doom of the storm.

If a daughter was the key to her freedom, then a daughter she would have...

Lore by Xayxayz | Assets by Ecci__-

Last edited on Jul 06, 2020 17:00:05 by Xayxayx

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida I decided to redo Meursalt's lore since I didn't like what I had written before. Here it is! [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56371715][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/563718/56371715_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [columns][color=transparent]_________________-[/color][nextcol][item=sand][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Meursalt ][/size] | Rank: M25 | [i]Time Traveler[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=sand][/columns] [columns][indent][font=sylfaen]Meursalt was no stranger to feeling disoriented. Uncontrollable time travel can do that to you. The Imperial took in his surroundings as he tried to shake off the fog that clouded his senses, wondering where he had wound up this time. He appeared to be in a dark cave of some sort, the candles dancing at his sides only illuminating the space a few feet in front of his face. Great. For all he knew, he was probably in the lair of some horrifying monster, ready to rip him to shreds for waking it from slumber. Yipee. Things had been going well for so long, too, he thought dismally. Since the incident that had almost ended his life five years ago, he had been uncontrollably traveling through time and space at least once a week, sometimes even several times a day. It was exhausting, to say the least, but things had seemed to be improving over the past few months. Meursalt had joined a clan, one to which he was already becoming quite attached, and he thought perhaps the stability of his new life was the cause of the decrease in time travel he’d been experiencing. Apparently not. It had been almost three weeks since he’d last been through such an ordeal. He had thought it might be the last time, and yet, here he was. Suddenly, movement in the cavern. Meursalt still couldn’t see what it was, but it sounded big. Probably dangerous. Meursalt’s stomach dropped. He was no fighter. To his increasing horror, the sound continued. It was moving closer. He backed away subconsciously and nearly jumped out of his scales when he bumped up against something cold and solid: the cavern wall. He was trapped. Bummer. The Imperial shook violently in fear as the creature finally stepped into the dim light of his candles, so close he could smell its rotten breath: a featherback boar. Despite his fear, Meursalt rolled his eyes. Of course. Knowing he could never manage to fend off such a creature, the Imperial sighed, accepting his fate as he closed his eyes tight. The boar roared, the sound echoing and magnifying off the walls of the cavern so intensely that the Imperial thought his eardrums would burst. Well, this was it. Apparently the dragon that had saved him all those years ago had been wrong: you can’t cheat death… A Guardian’s roar rang through the cavern, and Meursalt’s eyes snapped open in shock to see [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/31568026]Myriam[/url] standing in front of him, using her body as a shield between him and the boar. A second later, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/31752952]Esper[/url] appeared at her commander’s side, launching herself towards the boar without a moment's hesitation, a blue blur with a flash of teeth and claws. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/47085486]Phoenix[/url] materialized on his right, sending a jet of flame straight for the beast’s head. Meursalt ducked instinctively, the heat from the flame so intense he had to back away. And then… the scene changed. Meursalt spun around in confusion, recognizing the clearing on the edge of a cliff as part of Xayxayx clan’s territory. But how did he get here? He had not felt the strange hum of energy from the hourglass around his neck that normally accompanied a time travel episode. Then he noticed that he wasn’t alone in the clearing. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/37731206]Kataware[/url] stood watching him, cryptically silent as always. She seemed to be deep in thought, however, and as he looked closer, Meursalt noticed that her eyes were closed. Before he had time to ask her what was happening, however, Myriam appeared out of thin air, followed moments later by Esper and Phoenix. The three warriors wore triumphant grins and Myriam tossed a charred featherback boar pelt in her jaws gleefully while the Imperial set a triumphant jet of flame into the cool afternoon air. Clearly, they had been victorious. Meursalt was still in shock. There were rumors in the clan that Kataware could time travel, but as far as he knew, this was the first time anyone had actually witnessed her powers firsthand. Before he could think to thank her, the Skydancer had disappeared, the faint scent of sake trailing after her. Esper wiped her blood-stained talons in the grass as Phoenix finally took notice of the dumbfounded male and approached him. “H-how did you--? What did you--? W-why? W--” Meursalt stuttered, too overwhelmed to form proper sentences. He was still processing, but he was pretty sure that three of his clan’s most powerful warriors had just time traveled to save him. Phoenix laughed at his expression, smoke spiraling up from her open maw. “Welcome to the clan, new kid,” she smirked, giving him a friendly shove. “You didn’t think we’d let you have all the fun, traveling through time and taking down monsters, did ya?” Meursalt chuckled half heartedly, an incredulous smile spreading over his face. “You’re one of us now,” Phoenix continued, more serious this time, “And we protect one another. No matter what.” With that, the warrior took off, following Myriam and Esper back to the lair and leaving Meursalt to process her response. [/font][nextcol][/columns] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx

Xayxayx

3524

July 07, 2020 18:20:13

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida

I decided to redo Meursalt's lore since I didn't like what I had written before. Here it is!

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.[ Meursalt ]
| Rank: M25 |
Time Traveler

Meursalt was no stranger to feeling disoriented. Uncontrollable time travel can do that to you.

The Imperial took in his surroundings as he tried to shake off the fog that clouded his senses, wondering where he had wound up this time. He appeared to be in a dark cave of some sort, the candles dancing at his sides only illuminating the space a few feet in front of his face.

Great.

For all he knew, he was probably in the lair of some horrifying monster, ready to rip him to shreds for waking it from slumber. Yipee.

Things had been going well for so long, too, he thought dismally. Since the incident that had almost ended his life five years ago, he had been uncontrollably traveling through time and space at least once a week, sometimes even several times a day. It was exhausting, to say the least, but things had seemed to be improving over the past few months. Meursalt had joined a clan, one to which he was already becoming quite attached, and he thought perhaps the stability of his new life was the cause of the decrease in time travel he’d been experiencing.

Apparently not.

It had been almost three weeks since he’d last been through such an ordeal. He had thought it might be the last time, and yet, here he was.

Suddenly, movement in the cavern. Meursalt still couldn’t see what it was, but it sounded big. Probably dangerous. Meursalt’s stomach dropped. He was no fighter. To his increasing horror, the sound continued. It was moving closer. He backed away subconsciously and nearly jumped out of his scales when he bumped up against something cold and solid: the cavern wall. He was trapped.

Bummer.

The Imperial shook violently in fear as the creature finally stepped into the dim light of his candles, so close he could smell its rotten breath: a featherback boar. Despite his fear, Meursalt rolled his eyes. Of course. Knowing he could never manage to fend off such a creature, the Imperial sighed, accepting his fate as he closed his eyes tight. The boar roared, the sound echoing and magnifying off the walls of the cavern so intensely that the Imperial thought his eardrums would burst. Well, this was it. Apparently the dragon that had saved him all those years ago had been wrong: you can’t cheat death…

A Guardian’s roar rang through the cavern, and Meursalt’s eyes snapped open in shock to see Myriam standing in front of him, using her body as a shield between him and the boar. A second later, Esper appeared at her commander’s side, launching herself towards the boar without a moment's hesitation, a blue blur with a flash of teeth and claws. Phoenix materialized on his right, sending a jet of flame straight for the beast’s head. Meursalt ducked instinctively, the heat from the flame so intense he had to back away.

And then… the scene changed. Meursalt spun around in confusion, recognizing the clearing on the edge of a cliff as part of Xayxayx clan’s territory. But how did he get here? He had not felt the strange hum of energy from the hourglass around his neck that normally accompanied a time travel episode. Then he noticed that he wasn’t alone in the clearing. Kataware stood watching him, cryptically silent as always. She seemed to be deep in thought, however, and as he looked closer, Meursalt noticed that her eyes were closed.

Before he had time to ask her what was happening, however, Myriam appeared out of thin air, followed moments later by Esper and Phoenix. The three warriors wore triumphant grins and Myriam tossed a charred featherback boar pelt in her jaws gleefully while the Imperial set a triumphant jet of flame into the cool afternoon air. Clearly, they had been victorious.

Meursalt was still in shock. There were rumors in the clan that Kataware could time travel, but as far as he knew, this was the first time anyone had actually witnessed her powers firsthand. Before he could think to thank her, the Skydancer had disappeared, the faint scent of sake trailing after her. Esper wiped her blood-stained talons in the grass as Phoenix finally took notice of the dumbfounded male and approached him.

“H-how did you--? What did you--? W-why? W--” Meursalt stuttered, too overwhelmed to form proper sentences. He was still processing, but he was pretty sure that three of his clan’s most powerful warriors had just time traveled to save him.

Phoenix laughed at his expression, smoke spiraling up from her open maw. “Welcome to the clan, new kid,” she smirked, giving him a friendly shove. “You didn’t think we’d let you have all the fun, traveling through time and taking down monsters, did ya?”

Meursalt chuckled half heartedly, an incredulous smile spreading over his face.

“You’re one of us now,” Phoenix continued, more serious this time, “And we protect one another. No matter what.”

With that, the warrior took off, following Myriam and Esper back to the lair and leaving Meursalt to process her response.

Lore by Xayxayx

Last edited on Jul 07, 2020 18:21:06 by Xayxayx

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida Is she good? Is she evil? Honestly, I don't know, I mean a girl's gotta eat. Fun fact: I had another idea for her lore where she only fed to keep hatchlings and other clan members from having nightmares, but then I decided she needed more moral ambiguity, and ended up here. Finally got around to writing some lore for my newer dragons (: I've also finally re-opened my giveaway thread for free dragons/lore so I'll be writing lore for other users again! Yay! If you're interested, the button in my signature will take you there (: [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/52214032][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/522141/52214032_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]_________________-[/color][nextcol][item=dreameater tusk][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Starling ][/size] | Rank: ??? | [i]Dreameater[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=baku tusk][/columns] [center]The mirror padded softly through the moonlit field, claws retracted so as not to scrape against the rocky ground. Every so often her footing would falter and she would stumble, sending a stray pebble or two scattering across the earth. She would wait, frozen in fear, but the sounds did not wake the exhausted warriors lying in the encampment. They slept like corpses, bodies exhausted from weeks of fighting a battle so evenly matched it was impossible to predict who would win. Starling had been watching the bloody contest since its beginning, patiently waiting for the right moment. Tonight was the night. Even the warrior assigned guard duty had fallen asleep, too helplessly exhausted to stand upright, let alone stay awake. Had the other army been any less exhausted, they could have launched an ambush this very night and ended the battle, saving both sides time and countless lives. But Starling knew they were just as worn out. When she had left the enemy camp mere hours ago their guard had been awake, but she doubted by now that they still were. Stumbling again, Starling snapped out of her musings and tried to focus on the task at hand, which was proving quite difficult. Turns out everything is pretty damn difficult when you’re starving. It had been weeks since she’d last eaten, but she knew the wait would be worth it. Tonight she would feast. Finally reaching the first warrior in the camp, a female Wildclaw, Starling felt her hunger surge within her. Now that she was so close to her next meal, she couldn’t hold out any longer. Lowering her head so that it was level with the warrior’s, the Mirror stretched her neck forward and touched the tip of her nose to the female’s forehead. Instantly, her eyes closed in relief as a stream of images began to flow into her mind, strength trickling down her neck and through the rest of her body, like fresh blood flowing through her veins. As was the case with most warriors, the Wildclaw’s unconscious mind was still lost in the battle, even while her body slept. Starling witnessed the warrior’s worst nightmares, and as she did so, they vanished, one by one. Each gruesome death, each fallen comrade, each loss was devoured by the Mirror as if they were mere bits of prey. Starling ate ravenously, not stopping even when peaceful dreams began to surface in the Wildclaw’s mind. A happy scene of meadows and sunshine with a mate by the warrior’s side made her pause for a moment, but her hunger would not allow her to leave a single dream behind, no matter how pleasant. In mere minutes, the Wildclaw’s dreams had vanished from her subconscious, their energy now flowing through Starling’s veins, her eyes shining brighter than they had in weeks. The Mirror gazed down at the slumbering warrior momentarily, then turned and slithered over to her next target. The process was repeated again and again, until she had feasted on every warrior in the camp, apart from the guard. Each stolen dream imbued her with more and more strength until finally, her hunger was satiated. Each warrior now slept a dreamless sleep, their minds undamaged, simply empty. Before stealing away into the night, Starling paused at the guard’s side. There was no need to feed on any more dreams tonight, and yet… The guard, a male Skydancer, was enjoying a pleasant dream that involved soaring over some unknown canyon, wind whipping through his mane. Starling let him enjoy it for a moment longer before siphoning it away to be replaced by a horrible nightmare of battle and death. The guard twitched in his sleep, brow furrowed, sweat breaking out over his body until he awoke with a start, gasping for breath, gradually coming to the realization that it had all been a dream. He scrambled to his feet, eyes darting around the camp, the fear of his dream replaced by the fear that the neglect of his duty had put his clan in peril. Assured of his clan’s safety, the Skydancer resumed his patrol, as if he had never fallen asleep at all, oblivious to the intruder that had left their camp mere moments ago. [/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

Xayxayx

3524

August 09, 2020 19:30:44

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida
Is she good? Is she evil? Honestly, I don't know, I mean a girl's gotta eat. Fun fact: I had another idea for her lore where she only fed to keep hatchlings and other clan members from having nightmares, but then I decided she needed more moral ambiguity, and ended up here.

Finally got around to writing some lore for my newer dragons (: I've also finally re-opened my giveaway thread for free dragons/lore so I'll be writing lore for other users again! Yay! If you're interested, the button in my signature will take you there (:

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.[ Starling ]
| Rank: ??? |
Dreameater

The mirror padded softly through the moonlit field, claws retracted so as not to scrape against the rocky ground. Every so often her footing would falter and she would stumble, sending a stray pebble or two scattering across the earth. She would wait, frozen in fear, but the sounds did not wake the exhausted warriors lying in the encampment. They slept like corpses, bodies exhausted from weeks of fighting a battle so evenly matched it was impossible to predict who would win.

Starling had been watching the bloody contest since its beginning, patiently waiting for the right moment. Tonight was the night. Even the warrior assigned guard duty had fallen asleep, too helplessly exhausted to stand upright, let alone stay awake. Had the other army been any less exhausted, they could have launched an ambush this very night and ended the battle, saving both sides time and countless lives. But Starling knew they were just as worn out. When she had left the enemy camp mere hours ago their guard had been awake, but she doubted by now that they still were.

Stumbling again, Starling snapped out of her musings and tried to focus on the task at hand, which was proving quite difficult. Turns out everything is pretty damn difficult when you’re starving. It had been weeks since she’d last eaten, but she knew the wait would be worth it. Tonight she would feast.

Finally reaching the first warrior in the camp, a female Wildclaw, Starling felt her hunger surge within her. Now that she was so close to her next meal, she couldn’t hold out any longer. Lowering her head so that it was level with the warrior’s, the Mirror stretched her neck forward and touched the tip of her nose to the female’s forehead.

Instantly, her eyes closed in relief as a stream of images began to flow into her mind, strength trickling down her neck and through the rest of her body, like fresh blood flowing through her veins. As was the case with most warriors, the Wildclaw’s unconscious mind was still lost in the battle, even while her body slept. Starling witnessed the warrior’s worst nightmares, and as she did so, they vanished, one by one. Each gruesome death, each fallen comrade, each loss was devoured by the Mirror as if they were mere bits of prey. Starling ate ravenously, not stopping even when peaceful dreams began to surface in the Wildclaw’s mind. A happy scene of meadows and sunshine with a mate by the warrior’s side made her pause for a moment, but her hunger would not allow her to leave a single dream behind, no matter how pleasant.

In mere minutes, the Wildclaw’s dreams had vanished from her subconscious, their energy now flowing through Starling’s veins, her eyes shining brighter than they had in weeks. The Mirror gazed down at the slumbering warrior momentarily, then turned and slithered over to her next target. The process was repeated again and again, until she had feasted on every warrior in the camp, apart from the guard. Each stolen dream imbued her with more and more strength until finally, her hunger was satiated. Each warrior now slept a dreamless sleep, their minds undamaged, simply empty.

Before stealing away into the night, Starling paused at the guard’s side. There was no need to feed on any more dreams tonight, and yet…

The guard, a male Skydancer, was enjoying a pleasant dream that involved soaring over some unknown canyon, wind whipping through his mane. Starling let him enjoy it for a moment longer before siphoning it away to be replaced by a horrible nightmare of battle and death. The guard twitched in his sleep, brow furrowed, sweat breaking out over his body until he awoke with a start, gasping for breath, gradually coming to the realization that it had all been a dream. He scrambled to his feet, eyes darting around the camp, the fear of his dream replaced by the fear that the neglect of his duty had put his clan in peril.

Assured of his clan’s safety, the Skydancer resumed his patrol, as if he had never fallen asleep at all, oblivious to the intruder that had left their camp mere moments ago.

Lore by Xayxayx | Assets by Ecci__-

Last edited on Aug 09, 2020 19:31:49 by Xayxayx

Wow, that was beautiful. Pinglist please. I love the concept and how in depth you wrote her.

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August 09, 2020 19:34:29

Wow, that was beautiful. Pinglist please. I love the concept and how in depth you wrote her.

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@Tynethyne Thank you for reading and for the kind words (: I'll ping you for future lore!

Xayxayx

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August 09, 2020 20:11:43

@Tynethyne Thank you for reading and for the kind words (: I'll ping you for future lore!

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne Why do I love evil dragons so much?! [emoji=banescale scared size=1] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60603389][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/606034/60603389_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]________________-[/color][nextcol][item=chimera fangs][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Destruction ][/size] | Unranked Ancient | [i]Killer[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=small ribcage][/columns] [center]Brutal. Bloodthirsty. Strong. Defiant. Destruction inherited the precise traits from his mother and father to make him the ultimate killer. Aptly named by his mother, Destruction has one goal and one goal only: to kill dragons. He works alone, stealth and speed his greatest weapons, armored with the bones of other Banescales he's killed. No one is exempt from his brutality, except, perhaps, his parents. He's been unsuccessfully jailed by Gaolers multiple times for murder, but each time, he's managed to escape. One such time he was jailed, he was placed in a cell across from another Banescale named Styx, a notorious prisoner. Destruction had heard tales of the ancient female. She had fought in some of the most infamous battles against Gaolers even in the earliest days of war. It was the first and last time he had bowed his head in respect to another dragon. He had decided to delay his escape plans so that he might learn from the great and powerful female, but the next day he had awoken to a jail in panic. Thick black smoke hung in the air, making it impossible to see. When the smoke cleared, Styx was gone, her cell empty, still locked from the outside. [/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

Xayxayx

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August 11, 2020 13:50:44

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne
Why do I love evil dragons so much?!

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.[ Destruction ]
| Unranked Ancient |
Killer

Brutal. Bloodthirsty. Strong. Defiant. Destruction inherited the precise traits from his mother and father to make him the ultimate killer. Aptly named by his mother, Destruction has one goal and one goal only: to kill dragons. He works alone, stealth and speed his greatest weapons, armored with the bones of other Banescales he's killed. No one is exempt from his brutality, except, perhaps, his parents. He's been unsuccessfully jailed by Gaolers multiple times for murder, but each time, he's managed to escape.

One such time he was jailed, he was placed in a cell across from another Banescale named Styx, a notorious prisoner. Destruction had heard tales of the ancient female. She had fought in some of the most infamous battles against Gaolers even in the earliest days of war. It was the first and last time he had bowed his head in respect to another dragon. He had decided to delay his escape plans so that he might learn from the great and powerful female, but the next day he had awoken to a jail in panic. Thick black smoke hung in the air, making it impossible to see. When the smoke cleared, Styx was gone, her cell empty, still locked from the outside.

Lore by Xayxayx | Assets by Ecci__-

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56930134][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/569302/56930134_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]____________________-[/color][nextcol][item=battered shields][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Shrike ][/size] | Rank:??? | [i]Weaponsmaster[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=ebon-edged spear][/columns] [center][i]The familiar sound of scraping metal filled the cave as Shrike slid the blade fluidly against stone. He tested the edge on a searing jackalope pelt he kept nearby and watched in satisfaction as the blade cut clean through with very little effort. Perfect. The mirror began to hum a cheery melody as he reached for the next weapon in a pile at his side and began the process again, returning worn blades to their former razor-sharp glory. Those that were too damaged to be restored, he threw in another heap on his left, to be returned to [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61112195]Sora[/url], the clan’s blacksmith, where they’d be melted down to be made into something more useful.[/i] Shrike hadn’t been weaponsmaster for long, but he found that he had loved the work almost instantly. Of course, his job wasn’t solely limited to sharpening weapons, but during times of peace, it was a relaxing and useful pastime. He also kept meticulous care of all the warrior’s armor, which came in a variety of shapes and forms and was stored in a chamber in which twenty or so Imperials could fit without complaint. Should a warrior ever need it, however, Shrike could have their specific armor ready in a matter of seconds-- a testament to his powers of memory and organization. Although or perhaps because he had seen his fair share of it, Shrike found no pleasure or thrill in violence. When circumstance required, he would willingly arm his fellow warriors and take his place beside them on the battlefield, but truth be told, he much preferred the days he spent in his quiet den, where his mind could roam while his talons worked. That being said, he considered defending his clan to be a great honor. The knowledge that anyone in his clan would gladly lay down their life for him and he for them was a source of great pride. Shrike’s loyalty was unquestionable. He would rather die than betray his clan. Since they worked in similar fields, Shrike found he spent most of his days around Sora, the blacksmith, and quite enjoyed the fellow Mirror’s company. Although he had no desire to be a sword maker himself, on slow days he would sit and watch Sora work for hours, engrossed in her artistry and skill as she carefully crafted each weapon from nothing more than melted metal and scraps of bone. The two of them viewed the world in a similar way and although neither of them liked to fight, when they did so together, they were unstoppable. [/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

Xayxayx

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August 25, 2020 22:27:57

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne

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.[ Shrike ]
| Rank:??? |
Weaponsmaster

The familiar sound of scraping metal filled the cave as Shrike slid the blade fluidly against stone. He tested the edge on a searing jackalope pelt he kept nearby and watched in satisfaction as the blade cut clean through with very little effort. Perfect.

The mirror began to hum a cheery melody as he reached for the next weapon in a pile at his side and began the process again, returning worn blades to their former razor-sharp glory. Those that were too damaged to be restored, he threw in another heap on his left, to be returned to Sora, the clan’s blacksmith, where they’d be melted down to be made into something more useful.

Shrike hadn’t been weaponsmaster for long, but he found that he had loved the work almost instantly. Of course, his job wasn’t solely limited to sharpening weapons, but during times of peace, it was a relaxing and useful pastime. He also kept meticulous care of all the warrior’s armor, which came in a variety of shapes and forms and was stored in a chamber in which twenty or so Imperials could fit without complaint. Should a warrior ever need it, however, Shrike could have their specific armor ready in a matter of seconds-- a testament to his powers of memory and organization.

Although or perhaps because he had seen his fair share of it, Shrike found no pleasure or thrill in violence. When circumstance required, he would willingly arm his fellow warriors and take his place beside them on the battlefield, but truth be told, he much preferred the days he spent in his quiet den, where his mind could roam while his talons worked. That being said, he considered defending his clan to be a great honor. The knowledge that anyone in his clan would gladly lay down their life for him and he for them was a source of great pride. Shrike’s loyalty was unquestionable. He would rather die than betray his clan.

Since they worked in similar fields, Shrike found he spent most of his days around Sora, the blacksmith, and quite enjoyed the fellow Mirror’s company. Although he had no desire to be a sword maker himself, on slow days he would sit and watch Sora work for hours, engrossed in her artistry and skill as she carefully crafted each weapon from nothing more than melted metal and scraps of bone. The two of them viewed the world in a similar way and although neither of them liked to fight, when they did so together, they were unstoppable.

Lore by Xayxayx | Assets by Ecci__-

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne A water boy who would like to avoid water please and thank you [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58269848][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/582699/58269848_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]__________________-[/color][nextcol][item=bamboo cluster][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Oliver ][/size] | Unranked Ancient | [i]???[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=garden lace][/columns] [center]Oliver may have been born into water flight, but if there’s one thing he hates, it’s getting wet. He can still recall vividly the day of his first swimming lesson... He and the other hatchlings his age were gathered at the edge of a gigantic tidepool, while a kindhearted caretaker swam in front of them, supposedly showing them how easy it was to swim. One by one the hatchlings jumped in, each seemingly eager to prove themselves. Some struggled more than others, but eventually they all began to get the hang of it and were soon paddling around the pool with ease. All of them except for Oliver, of course. The little Banescale stood trembling by the pool’s edge, eyes wide with fear. Some of the other hatchlings began to tease him, cocky with confidence even after only a few minutes in the water. The first few splashes they aimed in his direction made him flinch, as if the droplets that touched his delicate skin were made of flames instead. Oliver shrunk back even more in an attempt to evade them, his trembling limbs causing him to stumble. The caretaker swam over to him, stretching a forepaw in his direction as if in encouragement, but Oliver recoiled as if she held a venomous snake instead. As if fueled by his fear, the other hatchlings began splashing him more aggressively, despite warnings from the caretaker. A few of the stronger hatchlings clambered out of the pool and towards Oliver, trying to grab him and drag him towards the water by force. Finally the caretaker lost her patience, and roared aggressively at the bullies, launching herself out of the water and putting her body between them and poor Oliver, who was drenched at this point and still shaking quite violently. He gazed down in dismay at his feathers, which were sopping wet, their delicate plumes a ruined mass hanging limply at his sides. None of the other hatchlings had feathers like he did, and Oliver had always been quite proud of his plumes, but not today. He hung his tiny head in shame while the caretaker reprimanded the others and then turned her attention to him, attempting to coax him into the water with kindness. As well-intentioned as she was, the caretaker simply couldn’t comprehend a water flight dragon who was afraid of water… that would just be… unnatural. She told Oliver as much and the Banescale felt tears welling in his downcast eyes, panicked by the thought that his clan would no longer accept him if he couldn’t overcome his fear. When the caretaker bent down, ready to pick Oliver up and drop him in the water herself, he ducked, and with a swiftness that surprised him, he started running. His tiny wings were far too small and waterlogged to get him airborne, but he flapped them anyway, running with all his might. He didn’t care where he went, as long as it was far away from water. Ever since then, Oliver has been a devout land lover, always preferring to travel by foot or air. Eventually he made his way to the Viridian Labyrinth, and vowed never to return to the territory of the Tidelord. He would spend hours each day grooming his long, delicate, olive-green plumes, which he loved to display, even if no one was around. He’d find a nice clearing or meadow in the forest and practice his elaborate mating dance until he had choreographed a performance so breathtaking and graceful it was sure to woo whoever witnessed it. And on one fine summer day, on a not so special grassy hill, one lucky [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58578966]male Banescale[/url] did. [/font][/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

Xayxayx

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August 26, 2020 18:58:15

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne

A water boy who would like to avoid water please and thank you

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.[ Oliver ]
| Unranked Ancient |
???

Oliver may have been born into water flight, but if there’s one thing he hates, it’s getting wet. He can still recall vividly the day of his first swimming lesson...

He and the other hatchlings his age were gathered at the edge of a gigantic tidepool, while a kindhearted caretaker swam in front of them, supposedly showing them how easy it was to swim. One by one the hatchlings jumped in, each seemingly eager to prove themselves. Some struggled more than others, but eventually they all began to get the hang of it and were soon paddling around the pool with ease. All of them except for Oliver, of course.

The little Banescale stood trembling by the pool’s edge, eyes wide with fear. Some of the other hatchlings began to tease him, cocky with confidence even after only a few minutes in the water. The first few splashes they aimed in his direction made him flinch, as if the droplets that touched his delicate skin were made of flames instead. Oliver shrunk back even more in an attempt to evade them, his trembling limbs causing him to stumble. The caretaker swam over to him, stretching a forepaw in his direction as if in encouragement, but Oliver recoiled as if she held a venomous snake instead.

As if fueled by his fear, the other hatchlings began splashing him more aggressively, despite warnings from the caretaker. A few of the stronger hatchlings clambered out of the pool and towards Oliver, trying to grab him and drag him towards the water by force. Finally the caretaker lost her patience, and roared aggressively at the bullies, launching herself out of the water and putting her body between them and poor Oliver, who was drenched at this point and still shaking quite violently. He gazed down in dismay at his feathers, which were sopping wet, their delicate plumes a ruined mass hanging limply at his sides. None of the other hatchlings had feathers like he did, and Oliver had always been quite proud of his plumes, but not today.

He hung his tiny head in shame while the caretaker reprimanded the others and then turned her attention to him, attempting to coax him into the water with kindness. As well-intentioned as she was, the caretaker simply couldn’t comprehend a water flight dragon who was afraid of water… that would just be… unnatural.

She told Oliver as much and the Banescale felt tears welling in his downcast eyes, panicked by the thought that his clan would no longer accept him if he couldn’t overcome his fear. When the caretaker bent down, ready to pick Oliver up and drop him in the water herself, he ducked, and with a swiftness that surprised him, he started running.

His tiny wings were far too small and waterlogged to get him airborne, but he flapped them anyway, running with all his might. He didn’t care where he went, as long as it was far away from water.

Ever since then, Oliver has been a devout land lover, always preferring to travel by foot or air. Eventually he made his way to the Viridian Labyrinth, and vowed never to return to the territory of the Tidelord. He would spend hours each day grooming his long, delicate, olive-green plumes, which he loved to display, even if no one was around. He’d find a nice clearing or meadow in the forest and practice his elaborate mating dance until he had choreographed a performance so breathtaking and graceful it was sure to woo whoever witnessed it. And on one fine summer day, on a not so special grassy hill, one lucky male Banescale did.

Lore by Xayxayx | Assets by Ecci__-

@yeezy13 @myriadofstars @Neltharygos @Kunikida @Tynethyne My fodderlocke queens (: [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/58163838][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/581639/58163838_350.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57509797][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/575098/57509797_350.png[/img][/url] [/center] [columns][color=transparent]_____________-[/color][nextcol][item=arcanist meteorite miniature][nextcol][center][font=sylfaen][color=transparent]. .[/color][size=6][ Flora & Fearmaw ][/size] | Rank:??? | [i]Assassins[/i] [/center][nextcol][item=Plaguebringer bone scrimshaw][/columns] [center]Once leaders of notorious rival assassin gangs, Fearmaw and Flora have known one another for years. Their mutual respect for each other led them to betray their respective clans, murdering the members with one of Flora’s deadly poisons. Since that fateful day, the two have assimilated themselves into the Xayxayx clan, using their fatal skills to serve their alpha instead of themselves. Opposite in their methods of destruction, the two share an affinity for killing. While Flora cultivates toxic plants in her infamous greenhouse, Fearmaw faces her targets headon, using brute force to outfight and outlast them. Together, they’re a force to be reckoned with both on the battlefield and off. The pair spend more time with one another than anyone else, but both occasionally dabble in affairs with clan males, when it suits them. [/center] [right][font=sylfaen][size=1]Lore by [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=307990]Xayxayx[/url] | Assets by [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2287471]Ecci[/url][color=transparent]__-[/color][/size][/right]

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