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TOPIC | Black Hole clan - Pinkerlocke
@PikoNiko it shall be done!
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[center][size=5][u]Day 31[/size][/u]
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Dusk prowled through the paths to the Big Chill clan's tent. Where were they? He couldn't spot anywhere the lab could be hidden in the clans new territory - Just the circus tents, the greenhouse, and the pumpkin patch. Though it was hard to concentrate with the chaotic loudness of the Big Chill clan so prominent in the air.
He passed by a gloomy looking skydancer as he made his way down the winding paths. "Excuse me," Dusk started, alarming the skydancer and making him look away sheepishly, tipping his hat over his face. "Sorry," Dusk continued, wishing he didn't have to speak to this man who clearly did not want to speak, but wanting answers, "Do you know where the Doctor is..?"
The skydancer narrowed his eyes, trying to think of who that could be. "I... Who? Do you mean Astanhiel..?" Dusk was a little shocked. The Doctor had been infamous, and known by everyone. "What about Claude, or Corina?," he asked, more desperately. The skydancer tapped his nose in thought. "... I don't know who any of these dragons are," he said after a long pause.
Then the skydancers pallid eyes took a glow to them, and Dusk waited as the hatted dragon stared into nothingness for a bit. This kind of magical stuff was pretty par for the course in the Big Chill clan. When the skydancer came to, he looked to Dusk, and slowly said, "... The purpose you've taken can only lead to despair and regret. It takes into account what you've seen and experienced, but you haven't seen the big picture. Find Rosalind, and see what I mean. Keep an open mind."
He then tipped his hat back up and continued on his way.
Dusk stared back at him. Rosalind... Rosalind Deadwood? One of the clan's founders? But she's dead - She died in the scarred wasteland, they say. He squinted. Was this skydancer sending him on a quest to the scarred wasteland? Seriously?
Dusk continued onward towards the pumpkin patch. Maybe someone else would have answers. But as he neared the big top, the chaotic noises of the clan fell silent. and he realized why quickly, as a tune played by harp began to fill the stagnant bog air. It was sharp and mournful, but incredibly beautiful, entrancing. He moved towards the noise, in the pumpkin patch.
Dusk saw a crowd of dragons gathered and quiet - it looked like most of the clan was there. As he got closer he began to hear other instruments - He spotted Bailey playing a guitar, and heard someone singing and humming along. But nothing stayed strong and persevering in the air like that harp did. Dusk got even closer to see what was happening.
As he rounded that giant pumpkin, he spotted her, and was aghast. A massive undead guardian, gently playing her harp. Dried roses on her wings. And the clans living founder, Frederick, laying beside her. Wait - Surely this couldn't be Rosalind, Dusk thought! The undead were monsters. He'd seen them, he'd heard the stories of Luminax, and the kind of people who create these things!
She smiled as a tiny veilspun joined in her song with his accordion. Dusk remembered the skydancers words after his vision. But he'd grown up training to fight monsters like this. He felt betrayed by the Big Chill clan, a clan his family grew up very close with, for harboring a monster like this.. But they were having fun..?
Finally her song ended. Dusk was about to jump into the clearing when he spotted three piercing pink eyes staring at him, then go missing. He span around looking for them to find that their owner Samael seemed to have teleported behind him, and he fell over in surprise.
"You heard the words of the Moons' Prophet-," Sam said to him, stoic, "Listen well. The path of destroying the dead of our clan will lead to sorrow, and... Regret." With his final word Dusk felt himself getting hotter and hotter, and saw flames licking up around himself and Samael. He'd heard the rumors - That after Rosalind was killed by harpies, Samael travelled to their old home and burned them all. He nodded fearfully, and the flames subsided. "You have spent your life training to fight the undead," Samael began, turning to head back to his clan, "But the dead are not evil by nature. As no being is. Do what my brother does... Find the source of the evil... And destroy that."
Dusk was left sat thinking, but then thought of something to ask the seemingly omniscent Samael. If he was meant to destroy evil at its source, he knew his first target. "Do you know where the Doctor is, then?"
Samael paused briefly to speak before continuing. "Lanternlea Port."
Dusk watched him until he disappeared into the crowd of his clan, which was slowly getting rowdy again.
... And then he GROANED. LANTERNLEA PORT!? THAT'S SO FAR AWAY--
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Guest Starring:
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@PikoNiko it shall be done!
Day 31
Dusk prowled through the paths to the Big Chill clan's tent. Where were they? He couldn't spot anywhere the lab could be hidden in the clans new territory - Just the circus tents, the greenhouse, and the pumpkin patch. Though it was hard to concentrate with the chaotic loudness of the Big Chill clan so prominent in the air.
He passed by a gloomy looking skydancer as he made his way down the winding paths. "Excuse me," Dusk started, alarming the skydancer and making him look away sheepishly, tipping his hat over his face. "Sorry," Dusk continued, wishing he didn't have to speak to this man who clearly did not want to speak, but wanting answers, "Do you know where the Doctor is..?"
The skydancer narrowed his eyes, trying to think of who that could be. "I... Who? Do you mean Astanhiel..?" Dusk was a little shocked. The Doctor had been infamous, and known by everyone. "What about Claude, or Corina?," he asked, more desperately. The skydancer tapped his nose in thought. "... I don't know who any of these dragons are," he said after a long pause.
Then the skydancers pallid eyes took a glow to them, and Dusk waited as the hatted dragon stared into nothingness for a bit. This kind of magical stuff was pretty par for the course in the Big Chill clan. When the skydancer came to, he looked to Dusk, and slowly said, "... The purpose you've taken can only lead to despair and regret. It takes into account what you've seen and experienced, but you haven't seen the big picture. Find Rosalind, and see what I mean. Keep an open mind."
He then tipped his hat back up and continued on his way.
Dusk stared back at him. Rosalind... Rosalind Deadwood? One of the clan's founders? But she's dead - She died in the scarred wasteland, they say. He squinted. Was this skydancer sending him on a quest to the scarred wasteland? Seriously?
Dusk continued onward towards the pumpkin patch. Maybe someone else would have answers. But as he neared the big top, the chaotic noises of the clan fell silent. and he realized why quickly, as a tune played by harp began to fill the stagnant bog air. It was sharp and mournful, but incredibly beautiful, entrancing. He moved towards the noise, in the pumpkin patch.
Dusk saw a crowd of dragons gathered and quiet - it looked like most of the clan was there. As he got closer he began to hear other instruments - He spotted Bailey playing a guitar, and heard someone singing and humming along. But nothing stayed strong and persevering in the air like that harp did. Dusk got even closer to see what was happening.
As he rounded that giant pumpkin, he spotted her, and was aghast. A massive undead guardian, gently playing her harp. Dried roses on her wings. And the clans living founder, Frederick, laying beside her. Wait - Surely this couldn't be Rosalind, Dusk thought! The undead were monsters. He'd seen them, he'd heard the stories of Luminax, and the kind of people who create these things!
She smiled as a tiny veilspun joined in her song with his accordion. Dusk remembered the skydancers words after his vision. But he'd grown up training to fight monsters like this. He felt betrayed by the Big Chill clan, a clan his family grew up very close with, for harboring a monster like this.. But they were having fun..?
Finally her song ended. Dusk was about to jump into the clearing when he spotted three piercing pink eyes staring at him, then go missing. He span around looking for them to find that their owner Samael seemed to have teleported behind him, and he fell over in surprise.
"You heard the words of the Moons' Prophet-," Sam said to him, stoic, "Listen well. The path of destroying the dead of our clan will lead to sorrow, and... Regret." With his final word Dusk felt himself getting hotter and hotter, and saw flames licking up around himself and Samael. He'd heard the rumors - That after Rosalind was killed by harpies, Samael travelled to their old home and burned them all. He nodded fearfully, and the flames subsided. "You have spent your life training to fight the undead," Samael began, turning to head back to his clan, "But the dead are not evil by nature. As no being is. Do what my brother does... Find the source of the evil... And destroy that."
Dusk was left sat thinking, but then thought of something to ask the seemingly omniscent Samael. If he was meant to destroy evil at its source, he knew his first target. "Do you know where the Doctor is, then?"
Samael paused briefly to speak before continuing. "Lanternlea Port."
Dusk watched him until he disappeared into the crowd of his clan, which was slowly getting rowdy again.
... And then he GROANED. LANTERNLEA PORT!? THAT'S SO FAR AWAY--
Guest Starring:
Dusk prowled through the paths to the Big Chill clan's tent. Where were they? He couldn't spot anywhere the lab could be hidden in the clans new territory - Just the circus tents, the greenhouse, and the pumpkin patch. Though it was hard to concentrate with the chaotic loudness of the Big Chill clan so prominent in the air.
He passed by a gloomy looking skydancer as he made his way down the winding paths. "Excuse me," Dusk started, alarming the skydancer and making him look away sheepishly, tipping his hat over his face. "Sorry," Dusk continued, wishing he didn't have to speak to this man who clearly did not want to speak, but wanting answers, "Do you know where the Doctor is..?"
The skydancer narrowed his eyes, trying to think of who that could be. "I... Who? Do you mean Astanhiel..?" Dusk was a little shocked. The Doctor had been infamous, and known by everyone. "What about Claude, or Corina?," he asked, more desperately. The skydancer tapped his nose in thought. "... I don't know who any of these dragons are," he said after a long pause.
Then the skydancers pallid eyes took a glow to them, and Dusk waited as the hatted dragon stared into nothingness for a bit. This kind of magical stuff was pretty par for the course in the Big Chill clan. When the skydancer came to, he looked to Dusk, and slowly said, "... The purpose you've taken can only lead to despair and regret. It takes into account what you've seen and experienced, but you haven't seen the big picture. Find Rosalind, and see what I mean. Keep an open mind."
He then tipped his hat back up and continued on his way.
Dusk stared back at him. Rosalind... Rosalind Deadwood? One of the clan's founders? But she's dead - She died in the scarred wasteland, they say. He squinted. Was this skydancer sending him on a quest to the scarred wasteland? Seriously?
Dusk continued onward towards the pumpkin patch. Maybe someone else would have answers. But as he neared the big top, the chaotic noises of the clan fell silent. and he realized why quickly, as a tune played by harp began to fill the stagnant bog air. It was sharp and mournful, but incredibly beautiful, entrancing. He moved towards the noise, in the pumpkin patch.
Dusk saw a crowd of dragons gathered and quiet - it looked like most of the clan was there. As he got closer he began to hear other instruments - He spotted Bailey playing a guitar, and heard someone singing and humming along. But nothing stayed strong and persevering in the air like that harp did. Dusk got even closer to see what was happening.
As he rounded that giant pumpkin, he spotted her, and was aghast. A massive undead guardian, gently playing her harp. Dried roses on her wings. And the clans living founder, Frederick, laying beside her. Wait - Surely this couldn't be Rosalind, Dusk thought! The undead were monsters. He'd seen them, he'd heard the stories of Luminax, and the kind of people who create these things!
She smiled as a tiny veilspun joined in her song with his accordion. Dusk remembered the skydancers words after his vision. But he'd grown up training to fight monsters like this. He felt betrayed by the Big Chill clan, a clan his family grew up very close with, for harboring a monster like this.. But they were having fun..?
Finally her song ended. Dusk was about to jump into the clearing when he spotted three piercing pink eyes staring at him, then go missing. He span around looking for them to find that their owner Samael seemed to have teleported behind him, and he fell over in surprise.
"You heard the words of the Moons' Prophet-," Sam said to him, stoic, "Listen well. The path of destroying the dead of our clan will lead to sorrow, and... Regret." With his final word Dusk felt himself getting hotter and hotter, and saw flames licking up around himself and Samael. He'd heard the rumors - That after Rosalind was killed by harpies, Samael travelled to their old home and burned them all. He nodded fearfully, and the flames subsided. "You have spent your life training to fight the undead," Samael began, turning to head back to his clan, "But the dead are not evil by nature. As no being is. Do what my brother does... Find the source of the evil... And destroy that."
Dusk was left sat thinking, but then thought of something to ask the seemingly omniscent Samael. If he was meant to destroy evil at its source, he knew his first target. "Do you know where the Doctor is, then?"
Samael paused briefly to speak before continuing. "Lanternlea Port."
Dusk watched him until he disappeared into the crowd of his clan, which was slowly getting rowdy again.
... And then he GROANED. LANTERNLEA PORT!? THAT'S SO FAR AWAY--
Guest Starring:
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[center][size=5][u]Day 31[/size][/u]
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First off, we shall begin with me having no self control, so Alkaline now has the fissure I just dug up. He needed it.
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Second of all, Kilma's eggs for Lake and Alkaline are ready to hatch!
Rolling for survival:
1-10: Survival
11-20: "Dead"
75950735: 10
75950736: 10
75950737: 16
Welcome to the clan, Fog and Sandstone!
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[center][b][size=5][i][u]Fog Olivine[/u][/i][/size][/b]
[size=2]Lake's first born, nearly at the height of the full moon - Fog has a moon-like pallor to her eyes. She loves hunting, and becomes impossible to deal with, even frenzied, when bored or made to sit still.[/size]
[i]Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.[/i]
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[center][b][size=5][i][u]Sandstone Olivine[/u][/i][/size][/b]
[size=2]A very quiet dragon, though quite amused by her size compared to papa Lake. She prefers to stay at home crafting than going out, finding contentment in making reed baskets, or playing make believe with nice sticks she finds.[/size]
[i]Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.[/i]
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Third of all, Voidrot grew up!
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[center][b][size=5][i][u]Voidrot Nihil[/u][/i][/size][/b]
[size=4][u][i]The Bug Collector[/i][/u][/size]
[size=2]A sweet-looking tundra with soft eyes. She uses her adorable appearance to get away with a lot of nefarious things, she is quite the scoundrel. She likes to collect specimens of all sorts of insects, but mostly moths. She would love to be an elegant pearlcatcher someday.[/size]
[i]Born into the Black Hole clan on February 14th, 2022.[/i]
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Lake was managing. He knew the mist would take what it would, and though it took one of the eggs, it left him with two children. He sat nestled on Alkalines crusty mane while they watched the two play by the creek.
Sandstone was near the creeks bank, playing in the mud. She seemed to be making potions like her grandpa, even mimicking his mannerisms... [i]'Ah,'[/i] Lake thought, [i]'she's pretending to be Altwidus.. That's sweet.'[/i]
The other hatchling, fog, was running up and down the bank of the creek and all over the place. She tried fishing, she chased insects, she roared and snarled, her eyes almost alight with energy. Lake found her energy a bit intimidating as he remembered babysitting Moondrop as a hatchling.
While Lake watched his other daughter, as she had begun yelling about acid and it made him give a monotonous chuckle, Fog sped off, hyper and adventurous. She couldn't tell, did it smell good? She felt a draw in this direction, and ran past the huts of the Black Hole clan, through the willow trees.
She continued on. Oh... Oh, it did [i]not[/i] smell good. Fog recoiled at the sudden stench of rot. But when she looked again ahead of her she could see a shimmer in among the woods. The sides of her vision began twisting and spiraling as she looked... Then she realized this shimmer was a wing. It was a dragon? What was calling her forward? She moved closer. The image of a moon shone on its wing, entrancing her. The twists in her vision grew colorful. The trees shifted colors as she neared the shimmering dragon.
It looked to her with its skeletal head. She was startled, but did not look away. The mysterious wildclaw leaned down to get a closer look at her, almost touching the tip of its skull to her nose. She could see through it, and around it the woods twisted to be nearly unrecognizable. She reached out to touch the wildclaw's skull, but her hand passed through it.
The wildclaw chuckled - a distorted, horrific sound - and lifted its head. "A little moon child... What are you doing alone...? If you're not careful... You can sink right into the very land of these woods..."
"I smelled something," Fog struggled to reply, dazed by the flashing of her hallucinations.
"An unfortunate side-effect of losing myself to the swamps... Seems to be my odorous presence..," the wildclaw explained, though he did not seem to move his mouth as he spoke, or any part of his body for that matter, keeping his gaze on the hatchling. "Do you know how to get back to your nest, little one..?"
"What?" Fog asked, having a hard time thinking at the moment, as the moons' visions overwhelmed her tiny body.
The wildclaw looked in the direction the hatchling had come from. "... Follow me," he commanded the hatchling, and began walking towards the Black Hole clan's territory. Fog followed, needing to trot to keep up with the wildclaw's long strides.
Eventually the pair broke through the trees into the clearing that held the Black Hole clan's huts. Fog was surprised to see the wildclaw walk right into the middle of the village, then turn around to watch her follow. She hadn't been in the town too long before she heard a rocky, crackling noise and footfalls announcing papa Al's presence. He ran up to her then turned to let Lake off his back. The uncalcified fur that he had left was fluffed up in anxiety.
"Fog," Lake said in his monotone, "I thought I lost you... Where did you go?"
"I smelled him," Fog replied, pointing to the wildclaw and looking to him to back her up. Lake looked where Fog pointed.
Now, Lake had grown up around the Big Chill clan. He couldn't see anyone there, but he was willing to take his daughters word. But if she was like the dragons of the Big Chill clan... He would need to go to them for help raising her. Things started to make sense, about her pallid eyes and her hyper nature.
"I don't see anyone," Lake admitted, "But I believe your word that there's someone there."
Fog looked to Lake surprised, and then back to the wildclaw, but he had vanished. She perked her ears to his footfalls in the willows, but couldn't see him anymore. The world stopped swirling as much, but the sides of her vision continued twisting and warping slowly. Lake saw her blank gaze as she tried to observe this, her gaze travelling around without reason.
"We're just glad you're okay," Alkaline said, and walked over and gave his daughter a nuzzle. She seemed to snap back to reality a bit, and nuzzled him back.
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Guest Starring:
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Pinglist: @PikoNiko
Day 31
First off, we shall begin with me having no self control, so Alkaline now has the fissure I just dug up. He needed it.
Second of all, Kilma's eggs for Lake and Alkaline are ready to hatch!
Rolling for survival:
1-10: Survival
11-20: "Dead"
75950735: 10
75950736: 10
75950737: 16
Welcome to the clan, Fog and Sandstone!
First off, we shall begin with me having no self control, so Alkaline now has the fissure I just dug up. He needed it.
Second of all, Kilma's eggs for Lake and Alkaline are ready to hatch!
Rolling for survival:
1-10: Survival
11-20: "Dead"
75950735: 10
75950736: 10
75950737: 16
Welcome to the clan, Fog and Sandstone!
Fog Olivine
Lake's first born, nearly at the height of the full moon - Fog has a moon-like pallor to her eyes. She loves hunting, and becomes impossible to deal with, even frenzied, when bored or made to sit still.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.
Lake's first born, nearly at the height of the full moon - Fog has a moon-like pallor to her eyes. She loves hunting, and becomes impossible to deal with, even frenzied, when bored or made to sit still.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.
Sandstone Olivine
A very quiet dragon, though quite amused by her size compared to papa Lake. She prefers to stay at home crafting than going out, finding contentment in making reed baskets, or playing make believe with nice sticks she finds.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.
Third of all, Voidrot grew up!
A very quiet dragon, though quite amused by her size compared to papa Lake. She prefers to stay at home crafting than going out, finding contentment in making reed baskets, or playing make believe with nice sticks she finds.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 20, 2022.
Third of all, Voidrot grew up!
Voidrot Nihil
The Bug Collector
A sweet-looking tundra with soft eyes. She uses her adorable appearance to get away with a lot of nefarious things, she is quite the scoundrel. She likes to collect specimens of all sorts of insects, but mostly moths. She would love to be an elegant pearlcatcher someday.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 14th, 2022.
Lake was managing. He knew the mist would take what it would, and though it took one of the eggs, it left him with two children. He sat nestled on Alkalines crusty mane while they watched the two play by the creek.
Sandstone was near the creeks bank, playing in the mud. She seemed to be making potions like her grandpa, even mimicking his mannerisms... 'Ah,' Lake thought, 'she's pretending to be Altwidus.. That's sweet.'
The other hatchling, fog, was running up and down the bank of the creek and all over the place. She tried fishing, she chased insects, she roared and snarled, her eyes almost alight with energy. Lake found her energy a bit intimidating as he remembered babysitting Moondrop as a hatchling.
While Lake watched his other daughter, as she had begun yelling about acid and it made him give a monotonous chuckle, Fog sped off, hyper and adventurous. She couldn't tell, did it smell good? She felt a draw in this direction, and ran past the huts of the Black Hole clan, through the willow trees.
She continued on. Oh... Oh, it did not smell good. Fog recoiled at the sudden stench of rot. But when she looked again ahead of her she could see a shimmer in among the woods. The sides of her vision began twisting and spiraling as she looked... Then she realized this shimmer was a wing. It was a dragon? What was calling her forward? She moved closer. The image of a moon shone on its wing, entrancing her. The twists in her vision grew colorful. The trees shifted colors as she neared the shimmering dragon.
It looked to her with its skeletal head. She was startled, but did not look away. The mysterious wildclaw leaned down to get a closer look at her, almost touching the tip of its skull to her nose. She could see through it, and around it the woods twisted to be nearly unrecognizable. She reached out to touch the wildclaw's skull, but her hand passed through it.
The wildclaw chuckled - a distorted, horrific sound - and lifted its head. "A little moon child... What are you doing alone...? If you're not careful... You can sink right into the very land of these woods..."
"I smelled something," Fog struggled to reply, dazed by the flashing of her hallucinations.
"An unfortunate side-effect of losing myself to the swamps... Seems to be my odorous presence..," the wildclaw explained, though he did not seem to move his mouth as he spoke, or any part of his body for that matter, keeping his gaze on the hatchling. "Do you know how to get back to your nest, little one..?"
"What?" Fog asked, having a hard time thinking at the moment, as the moons' visions overwhelmed her tiny body.
The wildclaw looked in the direction the hatchling had come from. "... Follow me," he commanded the hatchling, and began walking towards the Black Hole clan's territory. Fog followed, needing to trot to keep up with the wildclaw's long strides.
Eventually the pair broke through the trees into the clearing that held the Black Hole clan's huts. Fog was surprised to see the wildclaw walk right into the middle of the village, then turn around to watch her follow. She hadn't been in the town too long before she heard a rocky, crackling noise and footfalls announcing papa Al's presence. He ran up to her then turned to let Lake off his back. The uncalcified fur that he had left was fluffed up in anxiety.
"Fog," Lake said in his monotone, "I thought I lost you... Where did you go?"
"I smelled him," Fog replied, pointing to the wildclaw and looking to him to back her up. Lake looked where Fog pointed.
Now, Lake had grown up around the Big Chill clan. He couldn't see anyone there, but he was willing to take his daughters word. But if she was like the dragons of the Big Chill clan... He would need to go to them for help raising her. Things started to make sense, about her pallid eyes and her hyper nature.
"I don't see anyone," Lake admitted, "But I believe your word that there's someone there."
Fog looked to Lake surprised, and then back to the wildclaw, but he had vanished. She perked her ears to his footfalls in the willows, but couldn't see him anymore. The world stopped swirling as much, but the sides of her vision continued twisting and warping slowly. Lake saw her blank gaze as she tried to observe this, her gaze travelling around without reason.
"We're just glad you're okay," Alkaline said, and walked over and gave his daughter a nuzzle. She seemed to snap back to reality a bit, and nuzzled him back.
Guest Starring:
Pinglist: @PikoNiko
The Bug Collector
A sweet-looking tundra with soft eyes. She uses her adorable appearance to get away with a lot of nefarious things, she is quite the scoundrel. She likes to collect specimens of all sorts of insects, but mostly moths. She would love to be an elegant pearlcatcher someday.
Born into the Black Hole clan on February 14th, 2022.
Lake was managing. He knew the mist would take what it would, and though it took one of the eggs, it left him with two children. He sat nestled on Alkalines crusty mane while they watched the two play by the creek.
Sandstone was near the creeks bank, playing in the mud. She seemed to be making potions like her grandpa, even mimicking his mannerisms... 'Ah,' Lake thought, 'she's pretending to be Altwidus.. That's sweet.'
The other hatchling, fog, was running up and down the bank of the creek and all over the place. She tried fishing, she chased insects, she roared and snarled, her eyes almost alight with energy. Lake found her energy a bit intimidating as he remembered babysitting Moondrop as a hatchling.
While Lake watched his other daughter, as she had begun yelling about acid and it made him give a monotonous chuckle, Fog sped off, hyper and adventurous. She couldn't tell, did it smell good? She felt a draw in this direction, and ran past the huts of the Black Hole clan, through the willow trees.
She continued on. Oh... Oh, it did not smell good. Fog recoiled at the sudden stench of rot. But when she looked again ahead of her she could see a shimmer in among the woods. The sides of her vision began twisting and spiraling as she looked... Then she realized this shimmer was a wing. It was a dragon? What was calling her forward? She moved closer. The image of a moon shone on its wing, entrancing her. The twists in her vision grew colorful. The trees shifted colors as she neared the shimmering dragon.
It looked to her with its skeletal head. She was startled, but did not look away. The mysterious wildclaw leaned down to get a closer look at her, almost touching the tip of its skull to her nose. She could see through it, and around it the woods twisted to be nearly unrecognizable. She reached out to touch the wildclaw's skull, but her hand passed through it.
The wildclaw chuckled - a distorted, horrific sound - and lifted its head. "A little moon child... What are you doing alone...? If you're not careful... You can sink right into the very land of these woods..."
"I smelled something," Fog struggled to reply, dazed by the flashing of her hallucinations.
"An unfortunate side-effect of losing myself to the swamps... Seems to be my odorous presence..," the wildclaw explained, though he did not seem to move his mouth as he spoke, or any part of his body for that matter, keeping his gaze on the hatchling. "Do you know how to get back to your nest, little one..?"
"What?" Fog asked, having a hard time thinking at the moment, as the moons' visions overwhelmed her tiny body.
The wildclaw looked in the direction the hatchling had come from. "... Follow me," he commanded the hatchling, and began walking towards the Black Hole clan's territory. Fog followed, needing to trot to keep up with the wildclaw's long strides.
Eventually the pair broke through the trees into the clearing that held the Black Hole clan's huts. Fog was surprised to see the wildclaw walk right into the middle of the village, then turn around to watch her follow. She hadn't been in the town too long before she heard a rocky, crackling noise and footfalls announcing papa Al's presence. He ran up to her then turned to let Lake off his back. The uncalcified fur that he had left was fluffed up in anxiety.
"Fog," Lake said in his monotone, "I thought I lost you... Where did you go?"
"I smelled him," Fog replied, pointing to the wildclaw and looking to him to back her up. Lake looked where Fog pointed.
Now, Lake had grown up around the Big Chill clan. He couldn't see anyone there, but he was willing to take his daughters word. But if she was like the dragons of the Big Chill clan... He would need to go to them for help raising her. Things started to make sense, about her pallid eyes and her hyper nature.
"I don't see anyone," Lake admitted, "But I believe your word that there's someone there."
Fog looked to Lake surprised, and then back to the wildclaw, but he had vanished. She perked her ears to his footfalls in the willows, but couldn't see him anymore. The world stopped swirling as much, but the sides of her vision continued twisting and warping slowly. Lake saw her blank gaze as she tried to observe this, her gaze travelling around without reason.
"We're just glad you're okay," Alkaline said, and walked over and gave his daughter a nuzzle. She seemed to snap back to reality a bit, and nuzzled him back.
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