Wooooo, play silly games, win silly prizes! This is exactly my speed this rough week. Thank you! 
I seem to be on an Aberration kick this week. Probably a product of being pulled in so many directions myself lately! They could probably relate.
Apparently my Windy self is in a Lightning-y mood today! Perks of a very mixed lair with a cooperative theme.
Day 4 - (oh is it ever going to be) Stormy. [sent early, WIP done!]
Did someone forecast stormy weather? Well....
"FORWARD, STORMSPINNERS!", bellow both maws of a small Lightning Aberration with a (hah) shockingly powerful voice, one which cracks across the assembled band of dragons like..... well, like thunder, what else?
Lightning dragons, Wind dragons - and one Light Wildclaw who does a superhero landing off a small rock outcropping to take position, just because - all sound off as one in response, adding a trailing rumble to their commander's call.
"ON MY MARK!" The Aberration shudders with barely-contained energy, quite literally; electricity arcs along the dragon's hide, from sparking eyes to writhing tails.
The assemblage goes still, heads raised to the sky, except for the pair of Spirals who begin spinning so wildly that they become blurs of frantic, and in one case "WHEEEE!"-ing, motion.
"BRING THE THUNDER!" the Aberration's heads roar out in a voice fit to split the sky.
....Which, more or less, is what occurs as the Stormspinners are set into motion.
The Lightning Spirals first, of course, pelting into the sky like confused comets, sparks trailing from their madly spinning, slender forms. The two Imperials, Lightning and Wind, rise together, emitting twin trumpeting battlecries as lightning sheets and snarls. The very air seems to explode in an expanding arc around them, made ethereal by Fogdance's thick trail of living mist flowing out across the sky.
The Guardian rises next, a Pearlcatcher ascending in the wake of one huge wing, a Skydancer in the other, an Obelisk clad in gleaming metal and stormlight not far behind. The sky goes pale blue and blinding for a breathtaking instant, the thunder now a single endless knell of ear-battering sound.
The Tundra and Auraboa, dragons of Wind, cut through that sound impossibly, their voices raised in a shared song which rides the thrum of plucked strings upward, softening the roar just behind the beating wings of their commander as the Aberration too, at last, takes flight to join those now weaving complex patterns on the wing.
A second, paler Skydancer drifts effortlessy in the breakpoint between thunder's roar and song's supremacy, as much metal as hide glimmering in the building storm's glow. Delicate though this one appears, storm winds lash out all around their rise, tearing through the mists and seeming to roll even the lightning out ahead of their force, distorting it.
The lone Light dragon dances madly to the music with more enthusiasm than technical skill, sending twisting, jagged feelers of red lightning questing across the landscape. Fogdance's clouds become illuminated from behind, quite artistically, with a lovely sunlit-golden sheen.
I seem to be on an Aberration kick this week. Probably a product of being pulled in so many directions myself lately! They could probably relate.
Apparently my Windy self is in a Lightning-y mood today! Perks of a very mixed lair with a cooperative theme.
Day 4 - (oh is it ever going to be) Stormy. [
Did someone forecast stormy weather? Well....
"FORWARD, STORMSPINNERS!", bellow both maws of a small Lightning Aberration with a (hah) shockingly powerful voice, one which cracks across the assembled band of dragons like..... well, like thunder, what else?
Lightning dragons, Wind dragons - and one Light Wildclaw who does a superhero landing off a small rock outcropping to take position, just because - all sound off as one in response, adding a trailing rumble to their commander's call.
"ON MY MARK!" The Aberration shudders with barely-contained energy, quite literally; electricity arcs along the dragon's hide, from sparking eyes to writhing tails.
The assemblage goes still, heads raised to the sky, except for the pair of Spirals who begin spinning so wildly that they become blurs of frantic, and in one case "WHEEEE!"-ing, motion.
"BRING THE THUNDER!" the Aberration's heads roar out in a voice fit to split the sky.
....Which, more or less, is what occurs as the Stormspinners are set into motion.
The Lightning Spirals first, of course, pelting into the sky like confused comets, sparks trailing from their madly spinning, slender forms. The two Imperials, Lightning and Wind, rise together, emitting twin trumpeting battlecries as lightning sheets and snarls. The very air seems to explode in an expanding arc around them, made ethereal by Fogdance's thick trail of living mist flowing out across the sky.
The Guardian rises next, a Pearlcatcher ascending in the wake of one huge wing, a Skydancer in the other, an Obelisk clad in gleaming metal and stormlight not far behind. The sky goes pale blue and blinding for a breathtaking instant, the thunder now a single endless knell of ear-battering sound.
The Tundra and Auraboa, dragons of Wind, cut through that sound impossibly, their voices raised in a shared song which rides the thrum of plucked strings upward, softening the roar just behind the beating wings of their commander as the Aberration too, at last, takes flight to join those now weaving complex patterns on the wing.
A second, paler Skydancer drifts effortlessy in the breakpoint between thunder's roar and song's supremacy, as much metal as hide glimmering in the building storm's glow. Delicate though this one appears, storm winds lash out all around their rise, tearing through the mists and seeming to roll even the lightning out ahead of their force, distorting it.
The lone Light dragon dances madly to the music with more enthusiasm than technical skill, sending twisting, jagged feelers of red lightning questing across the landscape. Fogdance's clouds become illuminated from behind, quite artistically, with a lovely sunlit-golden sheen.
And a storm was born.
The Stormspinners
Day 4: Stormy! 
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