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TOPIC | The Viral Circus-100 Hatchlings!!
Slate sighed and stretched out on the floor of the caravan he shared with Mirsa. He was too tired even to sleep after a four show day. When his little ones clambered out of their makeshift nest and came over to nuzzle him gladly with chirps and purrs, he closed his eyes and let them march over his body with their needly little paws.
Being a circus performer was harder than Slate had thought at first. He'd seen the troupe capering about and it all looked like great fun and games, so he'd signed on in a heartbeat. He had frankly been surprised to be the only spiral in the troupe, since most of his friends and family had the boundless energy required to keep the show plugging along.
The past few weeks had certainly driven home that it was not all fun and games, that there was indeed an art to performing. There were fun and games, yes, of course, but you were putting on a show here. Add to that the business of falling for one of your fellow performers and caring for a nest, and he was one tired noodle.
He opened his eyes immediately when he heard some muffled thumping, followed by scrabbling feet. All of his so freshly gained experience told him some shenanigans were afoot. He'd remembered Mirsa telling him solemnly that her family didn't have blood; it was just pure mischief with a dash of star quality running through those veins. A week of caring for his children seemed to put truth to that claim. Wearily, he got to his feet and called out. "What's going on over there you little ruffians?" He was met with giggling and more muffled thumping.
A tailtip poked out from a pile of discarded silks hemmed with bells and Slate snagged it quick as a cobra. There was a shriek as he gently pulled his spiral daughter free from the pile. She wiggled and kicked mightily, shouting "I'm caught, I'm caught!" The other two scampered from beneath the silks and tried to bat her down. Slate set her down easily and tried to look at all three of them with a stern eye.
"That's enough now," he said, though his heart wasn't in it. "It's naptime for father, he's had a long day." The hatchlings watched curiously as Slate curled up and fell fast asleep almost immediately. When Mirsa poked her head into the caravan a few minutes later, it was to see her three children carefully adorning their sleeping father with the costume pieces from the pile they'd been capering in. Chuckling softly, Mirsa gently laid a cavalier hat on her mate's head before gathering the children up to let him get some much deserved rest.
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Varden, Male (I can be registered as a clownpants subspecies dragon!)
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72445627][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/724457/72445627_350.png[/img][/url]
Tikeeli, Female
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72445628][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/724457/72445628_350.png[/img][/url]
Sauva, Female
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72445629][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/724457/72445629_350.png[/img][/url]
Babies are here! @ChissChass, thank you for lending me Slate. He's on his way back home now. You have first pick if you'd like any of the hatchlings from this clutch :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @grxndsxn @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity
Slate sighed and stretched out on the floor of the caravan he shared with Mirsa. He was too tired even to sleep after a four show day. When his little ones clambered out of their makeshift nest and came over to nuzzle him gladly with chirps and purrs, he closed his eyes and let them march over his body with their needly little paws.
Being a circus performer was harder than Slate had thought at first. He'd seen the troupe capering about and it all looked like great fun and games, so he'd signed on in a heartbeat. He had frankly been surprised to be the only spiral in the troupe, since most of his friends and family had the boundless energy required to keep the show plugging along.
The past few weeks had certainly driven home that it was not all fun and games, that there was indeed an art to performing. There were fun and games, yes, of course, but you were putting on a show here. Add to that the business of falling for one of your fellow performers and caring for a nest, and he was one tired noodle.
He opened his eyes immediately when he heard some muffled thumping, followed by scrabbling feet. All of his so freshly gained experience told him some shenanigans were afoot. He'd remembered Mirsa telling him solemnly that her family didn't have blood; it was just pure mischief with a dash of star quality running through those veins. A week of caring for his children seemed to put truth to that claim. Wearily, he got to his feet and called out. "What's going on over there you little ruffians?" He was met with giggling and more muffled thumping.
A tailtip poked out from a pile of discarded silks hemmed with bells and Slate snagged it quick as a cobra. There was a shriek as he gently pulled his spiral daughter free from the pile. She wiggled and kicked mightily, shouting "I'm caught, I'm caught!" The other two scampered from beneath the silks and tried to bat her down. Slate set her down easily and tried to look at all three of them with a stern eye.
"That's enough now," he said, though his heart wasn't in it. "It's naptime for father, he's had a long day." The hatchlings watched curiously as Slate curled up and fell fast asleep almost immediately. When Mirsa poked her head into the caravan a few minutes later, it was to see her three children carefully adorning their sleeping father with the costume pieces from the pile they'd been capering in. Chuckling softly, Mirsa gently laid a cavalier hat on her mate's head before gathering the children up to let him get some much deserved rest.
Varden, Male (I can be registered as a clownpants subspecies dragon!)
Tikeeli, Female
Sauva, Female
Babies are here! @ChissChass, thank you for lending me Slate. He's on his way back home now. You have first pick if you'd like any of the hatchlings from this clutch :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @grxndsxn @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity
Being a circus performer was harder than Slate had thought at first. He'd seen the troupe capering about and it all looked like great fun and games, so he'd signed on in a heartbeat. He had frankly been surprised to be the only spiral in the troupe, since most of his friends and family had the boundless energy required to keep the show plugging along.
The past few weeks had certainly driven home that it was not all fun and games, that there was indeed an art to performing. There were fun and games, yes, of course, but you were putting on a show here. Add to that the business of falling for one of your fellow performers and caring for a nest, and he was one tired noodle.
He opened his eyes immediately when he heard some muffled thumping, followed by scrabbling feet. All of his so freshly gained experience told him some shenanigans were afoot. He'd remembered Mirsa telling him solemnly that her family didn't have blood; it was just pure mischief with a dash of star quality running through those veins. A week of caring for his children seemed to put truth to that claim. Wearily, he got to his feet and called out. "What's going on over there you little ruffians?" He was met with giggling and more muffled thumping.
A tailtip poked out from a pile of discarded silks hemmed with bells and Slate snagged it quick as a cobra. There was a shriek as he gently pulled his spiral daughter free from the pile. She wiggled and kicked mightily, shouting "I'm caught, I'm caught!" The other two scampered from beneath the silks and tried to bat her down. Slate set her down easily and tried to look at all three of them with a stern eye.
"That's enough now," he said, though his heart wasn't in it. "It's naptime for father, he's had a long day." The hatchlings watched curiously as Slate curled up and fell fast asleep almost immediately. When Mirsa poked her head into the caravan a few minutes later, it was to see her three children carefully adorning their sleeping father with the costume pieces from the pile they'd been capering in. Chuckling softly, Mirsa gently laid a cavalier hat on her mate's head before gathering the children up to let him get some much deserved rest.
Varden, Male (I can be registered as a clownpants subspecies dragon!)
Tikeeli, Female
Sauva, Female
Babies are here! @ChissChass, thank you for lending me Slate. He's on his way back home now. You have first pick if you'd like any of the hatchlings from this clutch :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @grxndsxn @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity
@Lendri OMG WOWOW THE ONESHOT??? THE BABIES!!! they came out so cute!
I think Im very fond of Sauva, her name and her colors speak to me!!
I think Im very fond of Sauva, her name and her colors speak to me!!
@Lendri OMG WOWOW THE ONESHOT??? THE BABIES!!! they came out so cute!
I think Im very fond of Sauva, her name and her colors speak to me!!
I think Im very fond of Sauva, her name and her colors speak to me!!
I'd be interested in adopting Varden, then:
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72445627][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/724457/72445627_350.png[/img][/url]
...and hey, why not Fennick too from a previous batch of hatchlings? I've found he looks pretty good with Thylacine if I'd like to register him:
[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=85&bodygene=25&breed=6&element=8&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=90&tertgene=11&winggene=12&wings=85&auth=bc8e1218bcaa3dbdf1a69040e794e65416a58635&dummyext=prev.png[/img]
I'd be interested in adopting Varden, then:
...and hey, why not Fennick too from a previous batch of hatchlings? I've found he looks pretty good with Thylacine if I'd like to register him:
...and hey, why not Fennick too from a previous batch of hatchlings? I've found he looks pretty good with Thylacine if I'd like to register him:
Tobias | He/Him | Fiesta de Muertos and The Flying Trapeze (100 hatchling challenges) 
Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too
@ChissChass She'll be on her way to you right now! :)
@grxndsxn Absolutely, friend, they're both on their way! He does look pretty cool with thylacine!
@grxndsxn Absolutely, friend, they're both on their way! He does look pretty cool with thylacine!
@ChissChass She'll be on her way to you right now! :)
@grxndsxn Absolutely, friend, they're both on their way! He does look pretty cool with thylacine!
@grxndsxn Absolutely, friend, they're both on their way! He does look pretty cool with thylacine!
Just letting you know that I've changed my username (used to be grxndsxn) - I'm trying to let anyone whose pinglists I'm on know about this, and nearly forgot about this one.
Just letting you know that I've changed my username (used to be grxndsxn) - I'm trying to let anyone whose pinglists I'm on know about this, and nearly forgot about this one.
Tobias | He/Him | Fiesta de Muertos and The Flying Trapeze (100 hatchling challenges) Regarding forum games, please only select dragons who have familiars - those are the permanent residents of my lair. Feel free to look through the hibernal den, too
@KingVulture Gotcha! I'll change the name on the pinglist, thanks for the heads up! Love the new name, too! :D
@KingVulture Gotcha! I'll change the name on the pinglist, thanks for the heads up! Love the new name, too! :D
Mirsa and her latest companion Jest have given us four eggs! If the hatchling previews are any indication, this clutch is going to be stunning! :D
Mirsa and her latest companion Jest have given us four eggs! If the hatchling previews are any indication, this clutch is going to be stunning! :D
A small cluster of dragons from the circus troupe gathered around the smartly painted wagon to examine the wares that had been laid out. Various objects were held up to the afternoon light and examined curiously.
"And what did you say these were for, again?" A [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/70971193]skydancer[/url] robed in shimmering silk murmured in an ethereal voice as she prodded delicately at a brussels sprout with one claw. She looked up at Jest, who was merrily presiding over the wares, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"We have to test out the merchandise before we present it to the customers," the snapper answered. "And you, my lovely lady, have the honor and privilege of holding a product that was designed entirely by my astoundingly intelligent children!" Grinning beatifically, Jest lifted four hatchlings one by one onto the large stool at his side, presenting them with a little 'tada' when all four were placed there. The four little ones, natural performers already, took several earnest, clumsy bows that caused them all to bonk heads at least once.
"But what does it [i]do[/i]?" The skydancer persisted, holding the brussels sprout out questioningly.
"Take a bite," one of the hatchlings suggested, smiling eagerly. "You'll like it!" Cautiously, the skydancer did as bid, chewing and looking thoughtful for a moment until her eyes flew open. "Well?" The hatchling asked, leaning toward the skydancer.
"It tastes like cotton candy!" The skydancer exclaimed, marveling. She took another bite as the hatchlings all made noises of pleased delight among one another. "Hot! This bite is too spicy and hot!!" She called a moment later, fanning her wings toward her face.
"Take another bite quick! It'll be a cold bite!" Another hatchling advised, and the skydancer did as bid, sighing in relief as the next bite cooled her mouth. "These are marvelous!" She exclaimed with a delighted clap. "The customers will love them, I'm sure of it. Well done, sir!" She applauded Jest, who demurred the praise to his children with an enormous, infectious grin. He took a step back as other dragons began to crowd closer and ask the hatchlings about the various wares they had concocted.
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Rosalind, female
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72779186][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/727792/72779186_350.png[/img][/url]
Diamonte, female
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72779187][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/727792/72779187_350.png[/img][/url]
Electra, female
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72779188][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/727792/72779188_350.png[/img][/url]
Chernabog, male
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/72779189][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/727792/72779189_350.png[/img][/url]
Babies are here! @Wahlmur, since you provided the suitor you get first crack at the hatchlings if you want any of them. Please let me know! Jest is on his way home right now, as well :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @KingVulture @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity
A small cluster of dragons from the circus troupe gathered around the smartly painted wagon to examine the wares that had been laid out. Various objects were held up to the afternoon light and examined curiously.
"And what did you say these were for, again?" A skydancer robed in shimmering silk murmured in an ethereal voice as she prodded delicately at a brussels sprout with one claw. She looked up at Jest, who was merrily presiding over the wares, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"We have to test out the merchandise before we present it to the customers," the snapper answered. "And you, my lovely lady, have the honor and privilege of holding a product that was designed entirely by my astoundingly intelligent children!" Grinning beatifically, Jest lifted four hatchlings one by one onto the large stool at his side, presenting them with a little 'tada' when all four were placed there. The four little ones, natural performers already, took several earnest, clumsy bows that caused them all to bonk heads at least once.
"But what does it do?" The skydancer persisted, holding the brussels sprout out questioningly.
"Take a bite," one of the hatchlings suggested, smiling eagerly. "You'll like it!" Cautiously, the skydancer did as bid, chewing and looking thoughtful for a moment until her eyes flew open. "Well?" The hatchling asked, leaning toward the skydancer.
"It tastes like cotton candy!" The skydancer exclaimed, marveling. She took another bite as the hatchlings all made noises of pleased delight among one another. "Hot! This bite is too spicy and hot!!" She called a moment later, fanning her wings toward her face.
"Take another bite quick! It'll be a cold bite!" Another hatchling advised, and the skydancer did as bid, sighing in relief as the next bite cooled her mouth. "These are marvelous!" She exclaimed with a delighted clap. "The customers will love them, I'm sure of it. Well done, sir!" She applauded Jest, who demurred the praise to his children with an enormous, infectious grin. He took a step back as other dragons began to crowd closer and ask the hatchlings about the various wares they had concocted.
Rosalind, female
Diamonte, female
Electra, female
Chernabog, male
Babies are here! @Wahlmur, since you provided the suitor you get first crack at the hatchlings if you want any of them. Please let me know! Jest is on his way home right now, as well :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @KingVulture @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity
"And what did you say these were for, again?" A skydancer robed in shimmering silk murmured in an ethereal voice as she prodded delicately at a brussels sprout with one claw. She looked up at Jest, who was merrily presiding over the wares, tilting her head in slight confusion.
"We have to test out the merchandise before we present it to the customers," the snapper answered. "And you, my lovely lady, have the honor and privilege of holding a product that was designed entirely by my astoundingly intelligent children!" Grinning beatifically, Jest lifted four hatchlings one by one onto the large stool at his side, presenting them with a little 'tada' when all four were placed there. The four little ones, natural performers already, took several earnest, clumsy bows that caused them all to bonk heads at least once.
"But what does it do?" The skydancer persisted, holding the brussels sprout out questioningly.
"Take a bite," one of the hatchlings suggested, smiling eagerly. "You'll like it!" Cautiously, the skydancer did as bid, chewing and looking thoughtful for a moment until her eyes flew open. "Well?" The hatchling asked, leaning toward the skydancer.
"It tastes like cotton candy!" The skydancer exclaimed, marveling. She took another bite as the hatchlings all made noises of pleased delight among one another. "Hot! This bite is too spicy and hot!!" She called a moment later, fanning her wings toward her face.
"Take another bite quick! It'll be a cold bite!" Another hatchling advised, and the skydancer did as bid, sighing in relief as the next bite cooled her mouth. "These are marvelous!" She exclaimed with a delighted clap. "The customers will love them, I'm sure of it. Well done, sir!" She applauded Jest, who demurred the praise to his children with an enormous, infectious grin. He took a step back as other dragons began to crowd closer and ask the hatchlings about the various wares they had concocted.
Rosalind, female
Diamonte, female
Electra, female
Chernabog, male
Babies are here! @Wahlmur, since you provided the suitor you get first crack at the hatchlings if you want any of them. Please let me know! Jest is on his way home right now, as well :)
@Mondschatten @Trickilicky @PlanetariumPixel @KingVulture @milesss @Jayfeather88 @Fouguri @Axqu @Meadbnb @Fantivity