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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423#post_3020423][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-flesh-badge-2.png[/img][/url][/center] [b]*User ID#:[/b] 272749 [b]Daily Theme:[/b] The Flesh [b]Applicable CW & Additional Notes:[/b] CWs: Body horror, blood, gore, mutilation Notes: This was another pretty difficult one to right, so it's a bit rushed as well, but I'm still fairly proud! ----- The past two days had taken quite a toll on the clan. While Uhtric hadn’t been quite as shaken up as Amaia, the Imperial was unnerved and didn’t really want to come back to the library. Some of the other dragons were starting to get nervous as well. The tomes truly did seem cursed, in some form or fashion. Were the curses solely linked to these objects, or would they follow the dragons who interacted with them? Even if they didn’t, it was clear that they had left two of their clanmates, and various other dragons, scarred in some sense. So when a small group returned on the third day, and they heard about the apparent mass hallucination, they were hesitant to risk entering the building. As a dragon who faced injury and bodily harm of all kinds on a near daily basis, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45692769]Althea[/url] volunteered to be the one to try and figure out whatever was going on. She wasn’t all too keen on believing in curses or whatever. She much preferred to focus on the real and tangible. Which means there had to be some kind of actual reason for this nonsense. The dragon lumbered into the library, which was much quieter today. Most dragons were having a hard time returning after the various incidents. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. She had never really seen either Amaia or Uhtric so shaken up before. Perhaps there was some truth, some cause, to this nonsense. There was no real… source to this incident today, as it only seemed to be affecting dragons that were within the walls of the building. Althea hadn’t set claw in there before, so she figured she should just find a place to plop down and wait it out. Maybe something will happen. And maybe this would all be for absolutely nothing. She snorted at the thought of wasting her time on something like this. She had better experience whatever they were talking about, or she’d be furious. Althea clambered into a cozy chair, huffing to herself as she propped her chin up on her claws. Ten minutes here, and the armored dragon was already bored out of her skull. Althea wasn’t sure when she had dozed off. Or if she completely had. But when her eyes opened once more, she was… flying. No, that wasn’t right. She was floating. Her body was suspended in an abyss of swirling, purple energy. Her head jerked back in surprise, wings flexing out and churning against the energy in an attempt to move her. But she hardly budged from where she was. Huh. Alright then…. This was odd, she’d give them that. She had never had a vivid, weird dream before. Her muzzle wrinkled up slightly. [i]Definitely don’t like the feeling of this… [/i]It felt like a threat. As though something was targeting her. And she didn’t like to be targeted. She did not feel fear. But anger. It sparked through her, surging to the very tips of her claws. A growl rolled out of her throat, “Who’s there? Who’s behind this? I know you gotta be a dragon. Show yourself!” Only silence answered her. A chilling silence. Not even her voice echoed back. Althea scowled. This was just starting to irritate her. Surely some… Arcane dragon, or any other one with powerful magic, was behind this? They were corrupting dreams or something. Yeah. That had to be not, not curses… The scales around her claws had begun to itch, and she subconsciously scratched at them as her eyes continued to scan the strange area. Surely she could figure something out and get out of this. She just had to keep thinking about it logically, that’s all. Abrupt pain made her jerk her hands back, hissing in surprise. Peering down at her hands, she saw that her claws had broken through scales, leaving blood seeping from them and coating her claws. She completely tensed, eyes wide in shock. No… There was no way that her claws would have been able to do that. “This is just part of the dream,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, trying to ignore how intense the pain was. She had been hurt before, even bore scars to prove it, but this was… something else. It didn’t feel natural. [i]Just ignore it. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. And ignore the itching all over your scales right now…[/i] Her eyes snapped back open abruptly. What? Itching? Her claws twitched, though she refused to look at them again, she stretched to scratch at her shoulders All she felt was pain. It was seering, scorching through her nerves. So abrupt that it made her gasp in shock. Jerking her hand away, she watched in horror as flesh and scales came with it. What…? What was happening? This felt like what those dragons were talking about…. So this had to be a dream. But it felt so real. And so horribly painful. She couldn’t even describe it. The pain only grew, crawling down her shoulders and along her spine. She lurched forward, scrambling to try and move, just to try and get away from this horrible place. The pain was horrific. Jarring. White hot and seared through every nerve she had. She felt it in every part of her. From her claw tips and now inching into her wings. She felt like she was splitting, bursting. Her skin and scales were ripping themselves from her. And she could do nothing to stop it. Her jaw parted, and she let out a horrific scream. A sound she had never heard from herself. It practically ripped from her maw, rattling her lungs and rubbing her throat raw. But it did nothing to ease it. The pain was deep in her bones. She couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. It was everywhere. Unbearable. She pressed her claws to her head and felt as her skin split and practically melted into her hands at the simple touch. And she just screamed again. An abrupt thud against Althea’s chin made her eyes snap open. She was… In the library. More specifically, on the floor, right at the foot of the chair. Blinking a few times, she inhaled sharply. What? She scrambled to her feet, whirling around as she searched over herself. But she was… all in one piece. Not even a scratch on her. Just an ache, which seemed to have settled into her bones. Her nerves felt fried, scales sensitive as her claws scraped over them. A shudder curled over her spine. Nope. It was time to go. She didn’t even care about the tome anymore. Someone else could find it.
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*User ID#: 272749
Daily Theme: The Flesh
Applicable CW & Additional Notes:
CWs: Body horror, blood, gore, mutilation
Notes: This was another pretty difficult one to right, so it's a bit rushed as well, but I'm still fairly proud!


The past two days had taken quite a toll on the clan. While Uhtric hadn’t been quite as shaken up as Amaia, the Imperial was unnerved and didn’t really want to come back to the library. Some of the other dragons were starting to get nervous as well. The tomes truly did seem cursed, in some form or fashion. Were the curses solely linked to these objects, or would they follow the dragons who interacted with them? Even if they didn’t, it was clear that they had left two of their clanmates, and various other dragons, scarred in some sense. So when a small group returned on the third day, and they heard about the apparent mass hallucination, they were hesitant to risk entering the building.

As a dragon who faced injury and bodily harm of all kinds on a near daily basis, Althea volunteered to be the one to try and figure out whatever was going on. She wasn’t all too keen on believing in curses or whatever. She much preferred to focus on the real and tangible. Which means there had to be some kind of actual reason for this nonsense. The dragon lumbered into the library, which was much quieter today. Most dragons were having a hard time returning after the various incidents. She supposed she couldn’t blame them. She had never really seen either Amaia or Uhtric so shaken up before. Perhaps there was some truth, some cause, to this nonsense.

There was no real… source to this incident today, as it only seemed to be affecting dragons that were within the walls of the building. Althea hadn’t set claw in there before, so she figured she should just find a place to plop down and wait it out. Maybe something will happen. And maybe this would all be for absolutely nothing. She snorted at the thought of wasting her time on something like this. She had better experience whatever they were talking about, or she’d be furious. Althea clambered into a cozy chair, huffing to herself as she propped her chin up on her claws. Ten minutes here, and the armored dragon was already bored out of her skull.

Althea wasn’t sure when she had dozed off. Or if she completely had. But when her eyes opened once more, she was… flying. No, that wasn’t right. She was floating. Her body was suspended in an abyss of swirling, purple energy. Her head jerked back in surprise, wings flexing out and churning against the energy in an attempt to move her. But she hardly budged from where she was. Huh. Alright then…. This was odd, she’d give them that. She had never had a vivid, weird dream before. Her muzzle wrinkled up slightly. Definitely don’t like the feeling of this… It felt like a threat. As though something was targeting her. And she didn’t like to be targeted. She did not feel fear. But anger. It sparked through her, surging to the very tips of her claws. A growl rolled out of her throat, “Who’s there? Who’s behind this? I know you gotta be a dragon. Show yourself!”

Only silence answered her. A chilling silence. Not even her voice echoed back. Althea scowled. This was just starting to irritate her. Surely some… Arcane dragon, or any other one with powerful magic, was behind this? They were corrupting dreams or something. Yeah. That had to be not, not curses…

The scales around her claws had begun to itch, and she subconsciously scratched at them as her eyes continued to scan the strange area. Surely she could figure something out and get out of this. She just had to keep thinking about it logically, that’s all. Abrupt pain made her jerk her hands back, hissing in surprise. Peering down at her hands, she saw that her claws had broken through scales, leaving blood seeping from them and coating her claws. She completely tensed, eyes wide in shock. No… There was no way that her claws would have been able to do that.

“This is just part of the dream,” she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut tightly, trying to ignore how intense the pain was. She had been hurt before, even bore scars to prove it, but this was… something else. It didn’t feel natural. Just ignore it. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it. And ignore the itching all over your scales right now… Her eyes snapped back open abruptly. What? Itching? Her claws twitched, though she refused to look at them again, she stretched to scratch at her shoulders

All she felt was pain. It was seering, scorching through her nerves. So abrupt that it made her gasp in shock. Jerking her hand away, she watched in horror as flesh and scales came with it. What…? What was happening? This felt like what those dragons were talking about…. So this had to be a dream. But it felt so real. And so horribly painful. She couldn’t even describe it.

The pain only grew, crawling down her shoulders and along her spine. She lurched forward, scrambling to try and move, just to try and get away from this horrible place. The pain was horrific. Jarring. White hot and seared through every nerve she had. She felt it in every part of her. From her claw tips and now inching into her wings. She felt like she was splitting, bursting. Her skin and scales were ripping themselves from her. And she could do nothing to stop it.

Her jaw parted, and she let out a horrific scream. A sound she had never heard from herself. It practically ripped from her maw, rattling her lungs and rubbing her throat raw. But it did nothing to ease it. The pain was deep in her bones. She couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. It was everywhere. Unbearable. She pressed her claws to her head and felt as her skin split and practically melted into her hands at the simple touch. And she just screamed again.

An abrupt thud against Althea’s chin made her eyes snap open. She was… In the library. More specifically, on the floor, right at the foot of the chair. Blinking a few times, she inhaled sharply. What? She scrambled to her feet, whirling around as she searched over herself. But she was… all in one piece. Not even a scratch on her. Just an ache, which seemed to have settled into her bones. Her nerves felt fried, scales sensitive as her claws scraped over them. A shudder curled over her spine. Nope. It was time to go. She didn’t even care about the tome anymore. Someone else could find it.
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423#post_3020423][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-flesh-badge-2.png[/img][/url] *User ID#: 20921 Daily Theme: 3 - The Flesh Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Rats, animal death/cannibalism, general horror, use of squeamish words I had no idea what to write. Then I looked at the Rat King and Ghostly Rat Lord. And then their food items. And now I am sorry. So if it's too much and should be removed, please let me know. Also let me know if I missed any CW tags. [i]Survive. Devour. Grow.[/i] It claws, it bites, it kicks at the squirming bodies around it, kicking and biting and clawing in turn. It knows nothing but the Tangle, bodies pressing against it, nails raking its skin, teeth digging into its flesh, an endless mass of rats squeaking and squealing and squirming through the murk of the Waterway. It knows nothing but the hunger, gnawing eternally, insatiable, demanding to feast, demanding to devour, demanding more,[i] more, [u]more![/i][/u] The Tangle churns and twists, and it twists and churns with the Tangle, through never-ending bodies and claws and teeth seeking to stop the never-ending hunger gnawing inside of it. Then claws dig into its flanks with purpose, deeper than the usual claws. Its twisting turns into writhing and its squealing turns into a scream that cuts through the squeaking and squealing of millions, and the millions seem to quiet as two of their own entangle in an embrace of tooth and claw. It twists to face the other and sees its own hunger reflected in the other's eyes as the other prepares to feast. But this is not its end. It must survive. It must devour. It must grow. And so it kicks, squirming free from claw and teeth. And so it claws, nails digging into soft tissue as the other's wails join the chorus. And so it bites, teeth finding the other's neck and tearing, through skin and flesh and bone and nerve, feeling the squirming, the twitching, the stillness. It screeches its victory and descends upon the other, ravenous, feeding, feasting, devouring. Dissatisfied, it rejoins to the twisting of the Tangle, clawing, biting, kicking, waiting for its next feast. [i]Keep growing, and someday you will be a king...
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*User ID#: 20921
Daily Theme: 3 - The Flesh
Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Rats, animal death/cannibalism, general horror, use of squeamish words
I had no idea what to write. Then I looked at the Rat King and Ghostly Rat Lord. And then their food items. And now I am sorry. So if it's too much and should be removed, please let me know. Also let me know if I missed any CW tags.


Survive. Devour. Grow.

It claws, it bites, it kicks at the squirming bodies around it, kicking and biting and clawing in turn. It knows nothing but the Tangle, bodies pressing against it, nails raking its skin, teeth digging into its flesh, an endless mass of rats squeaking and squealing and squirming through the murk of the Waterway. It knows nothing but the hunger, gnawing eternally, insatiable, demanding to feast, demanding to devour, demanding more, more, more!

The Tangle churns and twists, and it twists and churns with the Tangle, through never-ending bodies and claws and teeth seeking to stop the never-ending hunger gnawing inside of it. Then claws dig into its flanks with purpose, deeper than the usual claws. Its twisting turns into writhing and its squealing turns into a scream that cuts through the squeaking and squealing of millions, and the millions seem to quiet as two of their own entangle in an embrace of tooth and claw. It twists to face the other and sees its own hunger reflected in the other's eyes as the other prepares to feast. But this is not its end. It must survive. It must devour. It must grow. And so it kicks, squirming free from claw and teeth. And so it claws, nails digging into soft tissue as the other's wails join the chorus. And so it bites, teeth finding the other's neck and tearing, through skin and flesh and bone and nerve, feeling the squirming, the twitching, the stillness. It screeches its victory and descends upon the other, ravenous, feeding, feasting, devouring. Dissatisfied, it rejoins to the twisting of the Tangle, clawing, biting, kicking, waiting for its next feast.

Keep growing, and someday you will be a king...
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Time's almost up for day 3, only half an hour left for your Flesh submissions to count toward another chance at the prizes.

Wednesday's badge is below, but remember to wait until after rollover for your Wednesday submissions!

Those of you hoping for the prompt first may have to wait a few hours longer for @/nbdy to be online again.

Wednesday's theme, badge, and entry header code is for The Desolation (please take care when exploring the wiki if you are easily disturbed or wish to avoid spoilers):
Code:
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Wednesday will also be the day bonus round one is due (also by 11:59pm FRT) for a chance at the Desolation Lightner adopt. You can read about that more in the Bonus Rounds post.

The spreadsheet was last updated 2 hours ago (and I'm pretty sure that was me putting the numbers in sequential order. It will be updated when nbdy is around again. Here it is all the same to double check your entries:

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@Flaxen @Raskies @magiritsa @Narrow @HenryJekyll @cartographic @changelingpunk @Azurepocalypse @DoomedIdeas @sockmonkeygerald @Kaimon @CitrusSeeds @Scatterspark @Wildclaw101 @TinkaDreamChaser @JayKatt @LaDjanny @Crystalitar @CultOfTheSky @GrimdarkRoxy

pixie-pronouns-2-2.png* * *Saronai made so many star badges and you liked them all! Thank you! Please keep them linked to Ylli's collection thread for others to find.* * * * * * * *Diem's Daily Dragons
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The archivist and librarian rush down the stairs past the tundra, who stands, stunned into silence. Down the stairs, the Lightner collection is unscathed, to everyone’s relief. Workers are hurrying to extinguish small embers left in the corners. “How…?” Breathes the librarian. The archivist seems to share his amazement. Something stopped the blaze before it consumed the entire basement, and the workers inside. But what?[/size] [br] [quote=Day 4]Today’s theme is [url=https://the-magnus-archives.fandom.com/wiki/The_Desolation]The Desolation[/url], the manifestation of pain, loss, and unthinking or cruel destruction. Be cautious of spoilers on the wiki pages, and please be mindful if you are easily scared, disturbed, or otherwise sensitive to descriptions of horror. Again, the story thus far provides prompts should you wish to use them for your entries. However, it isn’t necessary so long as you stick to the daily theme and follow the directions for each daily post found in the Rules & Guidelines section of [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423/1#post_3020423]our main event post[/url]. The deadline for today’s entry is just before rollover tonight - 11:59pm (FR time) [center][size=4][b]Day 4 Participation Badge[/size][/b] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=310639][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-desolation-badge.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][size=2](Official tundra dummy used as stock)[/size][/center] [code][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423#post_3020423][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-desolation-badge.png[/img][/url][/center][/code][/quote] [center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=76660][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/06/divider.png[/img][/url][/center] [quote=Bonus Content - Last Day of Round 1] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/1840461/1#post_1840461][img]https://i.postimg.cc/6q2NGxbp/s037-d02-Saronai.png[/img][/url] [br] [br] [nextcol][color=transparent]Eye Spy[/color] [nextcol][size=4]Part one of the bonus content story has come to a close today in the main arc. That means your bonus round entries for the Lightner adopt on the left are due before today’s daily reset at FR midnight. Please see the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423/2#post_47922073]Bonus Rounds[/url] post for additional details and rules about these special entries. Remember: Those who post their bonus round entries today can claim the daily participation badge. However, your bonus round entry is only eligible to win the featured book adopt. To increase your chances at a main event prize, you will still have to write a daily entry on the theme as well and submit it before midnight FR-time. That being said, participants who win a book adopt can still win a main event prize and vice-versa. The prize pools are separate to allow for this.[/size][/columns] Look for bonus round 2 starting tomorrow![/quote] [center][url=https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1UnmURpd5_8jDCR1I9BlSh1841YHAB2kkJspUjOyExyk/edit?usp=sharing][color=0B5A13][size=7][b]Spreadsheet[/b][/size][/color] For double checking we got your entry Note: There’s a tab for each week and one for the bonus rounds. [img]https://i.imgur.com/osLLfBE.png[/img][/url][/center] [center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=userpage&id=76660][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/06/divider.png[/img][/url][/center] [size=1]@Flaxen @Raskies @magiritsa @Narrow @HenryJekyll @cartographic @changelingpunk @Azurepocalypse @DoomedIdeas @Kaimon @CitrusSeeds @Scatterspark @Wildclaw101 @TinkaDreamChaser @JayKatt @LaDjanny[/size]
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Day Four: The Desolation
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The next day brings more shouting -- the Guardian librarian and the Tundra construction worker, but the Pearlcatcher archivist has also joined in.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” The tundra yells. “The fire is necessary, the fire -- the… fire…?”

There are flames coming from the stairwell, but as you and the trio watch, they dissipate to nothingness. The archivist and librarian rush down the stairs past the tundra, who stands, stunned into silence.

Down the stairs, the Lightner collection is unscathed, to everyone’s relief. Workers are hurrying to extinguish small embers left in the corners.

“How…?” Breathes the librarian. The archivist seems to share his amazement. Something stopped the blaze before it consumed the entire basement, and the workers inside.

But what?



Day 4 wrote:
Today’s theme is The Desolation, the manifestation of pain, loss, and unthinking or cruel destruction. Be cautious of spoilers on the wiki pages, and please be mindful if you are easily scared, disturbed, or otherwise sensitive to descriptions of horror.

Again, the story thus far provides prompts should you wish to use them for your entries. However, it isn’t necessary so long as you stick to the daily theme and follow the directions for each daily post found in the Rules & Guidelines section of our main event post.

The deadline for today’s entry is just before rollover tonight - 11:59pm (FR time)
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Bonus Content - Last Day of Round 1 wrote:
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Eye
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Part one of the bonus content story has come to a close today in the main arc. That means your bonus round entries for the Lightner adopt on the left are due before today’s daily reset at FR midnight. Please see the Bonus Rounds post for additional details and rules about these special entries.

Remember: Those who post their bonus round entries today can claim the daily participation badge. However, your bonus round entry is only eligible to win the featured book adopt. To increase your chances at a main event prize, you will still have to write a daily entry on the theme as well and submit it before midnight FR-time. That being said, participants who win a book adopt can still win a main event prize and vice-versa. The prize pools are separate to allow for this.

Look for bonus round 2 starting tomorrow!
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@Flaxen @Raskies @magiritsa @Narrow @HenryJekyll @cartographic @changelingpunk @Azurepocalypse @DoomedIdeas @Kaimon @CitrusSeeds @Scatterspark @Wildclaw101 @TinkaDreamChaser @JayKatt @LaDjanny
call me bug, ghost, or phantom! fr +4
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@Crystalitar @CultOfTheSky @GrimdarkRoxy

Please refer to the update directly above me by @/nbdy - your names will be added officially to the pinglist as soon as gay4dragonz has a moment to do so.
@Crystalitar @CultOfTheSky @GrimdarkRoxy

Please refer to the update directly above me by @/nbdy - your names will be added officially to the pinglist as soon as gay4dragonz has a moment to do so.
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@gay4dragonz

Ha, this event looks amazing! My lair is partially themed after The Magnus Archives (although it's currently mostly occupied with other fandom-based dragons that need to go into hibernation when I get enough slots >_>), so this looks wonderful. Please add me to both the general pinglist and the winner's pinglist!
@gay4dragonz

Ha, this event looks amazing! My lair is partially themed after The Magnus Archives (although it's currently mostly occupied with other fandom-based dragons that need to go into hibernation when I get enough slots >_>), so this looks wonderful. Please add me to both the general pinglist and the winner's pinglist!
[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/3020423#post_3020423][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-desolation-badge.png[/img][/url][/center] [b]User ID#: 434197 Daily Theme: The Desolation Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Loneliness, feeling of being watched [rule] That first night underground, you dream. You dream that you’re in your home again, the Zephyr Steppes. But there’s something… off about it, something you can’t quite put your finger to. You look around, trying to figure out what’s wrong, and then it hits you. There is no one around you. Not one dragon or animal, where the Steppes of your memories was full of life. It’s quiet, too quiet. The silence fills you, pressing against your ears. You call for someone, anyone. But nobody comes. You begin to walk, cautiously at first, then with more fervor. Soon, you come across a clan – or at least the remains of one. It is empty, desolate, with not so much as a familiar left. The loneliness crawls over your skin as you can only gaze in horror upon the remains of what once must have housed a hundred dragons. You feel eyes on you, but when you look behind you, nobody’s there. You are alone. You awake with a gasp, drenched in cold sweat. Your coworker stares at you in worry. “Are you alright?” they ask. You can only shake your head desperately.
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User ID#: 434197
Daily Theme: The Desolation
Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Loneliness, feeling of being watched




That first night underground, you dream.

You dream that you’re in your home again, the Zephyr Steppes. But there’s something… off about it, something you can’t quite put your finger to. You look around, trying to figure out what’s wrong, and then it hits you.

There is no one around you. Not one dragon or animal, where the Steppes of your memories was full of life. It’s quiet, too quiet.

The silence fills you, pressing against your ears. You call for someone, anyone.

But nobody comes.

You begin to walk, cautiously at first, then with more fervor. Soon, you come across a clan – or at least the remains of one. It is empty, desolate, with not so much as a familiar left.

The loneliness crawls over your skin as you can only gaze in horror upon the remains of what once must have housed a hundred dragons.

You feel eyes on you, but when you look behind you, nobody’s there. You are alone.

You awake with a gasp, drenched in cold sweat. Your coworker stares at you in worry. “Are you alright?” they ask.

You can only shake your head desperately.
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Pressed Moonflower

((They/Them)) ((Ve/Vir))
WINDTALE

Pressed Morning Glory
@hartbleat A whole themed lair! I like it! Was neat homage lore to read. Did you want your Archivist and Gertrude on the avatar wall? It's fine if no. I at least wanted to say that I love your Gertrude!

(PS thanks for complimenting the event we worked pretty hard on it :D )
@hartbleat A whole themed lair! I like it! Was neat homage lore to read. Did you want your Archivist and Gertrude on the avatar wall? It's fine if no. I at least wanted to say that I love your Gertrude!

(PS thanks for complimenting the event we worked pretty hard on it :D )
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User ID#: 252830
*Entry type: Bonus Round 1
Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Vague themes of manipulation, destruction and fire-related death.

There's a note fastened to the cover of the book, written in a hasty, jagged hand:

"It echoes. Yes, yes, it does! The book, that is. In your head. Filling it with empty void; all your ideas and dreams and hopes - all gone. Eats, eats and eating, everything in its path, oh, how nice of you to set it free! Who, me? I didn't touch it! But someone will. And then everything that is nothing will spill out, like inky flames, spreading and painting and leaving only a coat of ash in its wake. I know it'll happen! It said so! It told me. Those echoes told me. Why won't they go away? They want to I want to they want me to open the book! Open it and let them out. But I won't! I won't I wo--"

Then, a long passage has been completely covered in a mess of uneven lines, like someone has desperately tried to overcome something. The only legible part left reads:

"This is a warning. Don't go near it. Don't go near it. It'll eat you. It'll burn you from the inside out and you'll be left with nothing nothing nothing, not even yourself. This is a warning."
User ID#: 252830
*Entry type: Bonus Round 1
Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Vague themes of manipulation, destruction and fire-related death.

There's a note fastened to the cover of the book, written in a hasty, jagged hand:

"It echoes. Yes, yes, it does! The book, that is. In your head. Filling it with empty void; all your ideas and dreams and hopes - all gone. Eats, eats and eating, everything in its path, oh, how nice of you to set it free! Who, me? I didn't touch it! But someone will. And then everything that is nothing will spill out, like inky flames, spreading and painting and leaving only a coat of ash in its wake. I know it'll happen! It said so! It told me. Those echoes told me. Why won't they go away? They want to I want to they want me to open the book! Open it and let them out. But I won't! I won't I wo--"

Then, a long passage has been completely covered in a mess of uneven lines, like someone has desperately tried to overcome something. The only legible part left reads:

"This is a warning. Don't go near it. Don't go near it. It'll eat you. It'll burn you from the inside out and you'll be left with nothing nothing nothing, not even yourself. This is a warning."
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[center][img]https://musesings.files.wordpress.com/2021/05/the-desolation-badge.png[/img] [b]User ID#:[/b] 331900 [b]Daily Theme:[/b] The Desolation [b]Applicable CW & Additional Notes:[/b] Warnings for loss (of home and loved ones), death, general horror, fire, guilt, gaslighting. Fear had once been a permanent fixture in the Skydancer's life. It was a necessary part of life, after all, the survival instinct that kept one alive when faced with the many things in the world that would happily end your existence, whether it be a justified execution or simply a mortal misstep. But for [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/37118778]Asphodelus[/url], fear had once been an old friend, and with time, he thought he had learned to overcome the chills that ran along his spine at night. He was safe now, so fear was no longer necessary. Lately, however, he had begun to doubt that. It was not something he could explain easily, this nightmare that plagued him for several days, so strong as to stir even his mates from their deepest slumbers because of his twitches and whimpers. How could he even begin to explain, when looking at them and seeing the other two unmarred, unharmed, just made the tendrils of misery constrict his throat ever tighter? A vision of a past he left behind, fled from under duress and fear of his life. This in and of itself was nothing new, but that night had seen a silent flight from a home adored...not a maddened dash through smouldering wood and choking ash, the wails of his betrayed former flock echoing in his ears. If only the dream would end there, it would be enough. But it didn't. Stumbling into that fateful clearing, the abandoned city he had temporarily called home, seeing it covered from earth to sky in the blooms he loved so dearly, had seemed like a respite, an oasis. But nightmares are a law unto themselves, and his heart was rent in two as he watched the volatile burn spread all around him, his beloved blossoms burning bright in the dark and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Oh, if only that was the worst of it. The worst, oh the worst of all, was the pained screams and terror that emanated from the nearest building, it's once empty windows blocked by choking smoke and red-hot bars. The door, he needs to open the door, he knows they are in there and that he must get them out, but the heat of the metal is too intense, it singes and burns deep into his scaled hands as he tries and tries and tries. Only for the heat to prove too great and force him back, force him to listen and watch. Even when the doors creak open. Char and smoke burn his nostrils, foul fumes surround him and, as much as he wishes he could, he can't turn away from the scorched forms that lumber out of the smoke, little more than skeletons of metal and bone. Seeing his most beloveds, his two hearts, reduced to smoke and ash and endless suffering, and knowing it was all his fault, that his love would lead them to this... "Their deaths upon your head be," the whispers spit, the shadows grin. It was always that smile, the way they looked at him with such gleeful malice, that would jolt him back to the waking world. Back to awareness that, for a few seconds, would mesh with dream and send him scuttling back in fright from his mates, before unreal agony faded away to very real concern. It was just a dream, he knew it was just a dream... Yet still the smell of smoke lingered in his nostrils, and he cannot explain the blistered scales upon his hands... [/center]
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User ID#: 331900
Daily Theme: The Desolation
Applicable CW & Additional Notes: Warnings for loss (of home and loved ones), death, general horror, fire, guilt, gaslighting.


Fear had once been a permanent fixture in the Skydancer's life. It was a necessary part of life, after all, the survival instinct that kept one alive when faced with the many things in the world that would happily end your existence, whether it be a justified execution or simply a mortal misstep. But for Asphodelus, fear had once been an old friend, and with time, he thought he had learned to overcome the chills that ran along his spine at night. He was safe now, so fear was no longer necessary.

Lately, however, he had begun to doubt that.

It was not something he could explain easily, this nightmare that plagued him for several days, so strong as to stir even his mates from their deepest slumbers because of his twitches and whimpers. How could he even begin to explain, when looking at them and seeing the other two unmarred, unharmed, just made the tendrils of misery constrict his throat ever tighter?

A vision of a past he left behind, fled from under duress and fear of his life. This in and of itself was nothing new, but that night had seen a silent flight from a home adored...not a maddened dash through smouldering wood and choking ash, the wails of his betrayed former flock echoing in his ears. If only the dream would end there, it would be enough.

But it didn't.

Stumbling into that fateful clearing, the abandoned city he had temporarily called home, seeing it covered from earth to sky in the blooms he loved so dearly, had seemed like a respite, an oasis. But nightmares are a law unto themselves, and his heart was rent in two as he watched the volatile burn spread all around him, his beloved blossoms burning bright in the dark and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Oh, if only that was the worst of it.

The worst, oh the worst of all, was the pained screams and terror that emanated from the nearest building, it's once empty windows blocked by choking smoke and red-hot bars. The door, he needs to open the door, he knows they are in there and that he must get them out, but the heat of the metal is too intense, it singes and burns deep into his scaled hands as he tries and tries and tries. Only for the heat to prove too great and force him back, force him to listen and watch.

Even when the doors creak open.

Char and smoke burn his nostrils, foul fumes surround him and, as much as he wishes he could, he can't turn away from the scorched forms that lumber out of the smoke, little more than skeletons of metal and bone. Seeing his most beloveds, his two hearts, reduced to smoke and ash and endless suffering, and knowing it was all his fault, that his love would lead them to this...

"Their deaths upon your head be," the whispers spit, the shadows grin. It was always that smile, the way they looked at him with such gleeful malice, that would jolt him back to the waking world. Back to awareness that, for a few seconds, would mesh with dream and send him scuttling back in fright from his mates, before unreal agony faded away to very real concern. It was just a dream, he knew it was just a dream...

Yet still the smell of smoke lingered in his nostrils, and he cannot explain the blistered scales upon his hands...
*Looks at lair* Ah yes. Organised chaos.
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