Raffles & Giveaways

*A crimson tiger wildclaw with snow white wings and a white hood lands before you* [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=818252] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/8183/818252_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings to all," He states in a smooth well carrying voice. "My mate and I have decided to join in on the festivities. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and we shall have a nest that will be blessed by our Lord Stormcatcher to hatch on Christmas Day. We would like to give our precious hatchlings to you." *A maroon tiger imperial dragoness with coal black wings lands gracefully next to her mate.* [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=749684] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/7497/749684_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "We do not ask for treasure. What we do ask is that you tell us is have you or your clan been naughty or nice this season and why," her voice is beautiful and sweet. "from this point on till 7 in the evening Flight Rising Time on Christmas Eve shall take your tales of wonder or woe." "My mate and I shall choose as many tales as eggs in our clutch to be gifted away," the crimson wildclaw adds in. "Our hatchlings are yours to do with as you choose. Our only humble request is that you give them names if they are to serve your deity. That way they may serve and honor your patron better. " the maroon dragoness includes with a gentle smile. " Happy Holidays to all." *With this being said the pair bow gracefully to all who come to share their tales.*

*Three little faces poke up out of the nest between the Crimson Wildclaw and the Maroon Imperialess wide blinking eyes to look upon the world for the first time* [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1766007] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/17661/1766007_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1766008] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/17661/1766008_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1766009] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/17661/1766009_350.png[/img] [/url] "The time has come for our little ones to be able to venture out into the world" The dragoness speaks with a soft smile.

@Kellendraysia

Ooh, they're very pretty.

Since it's now winter break, and I obviously have nothing better to do with my time, I've been playing in the Coliseum searching for missing familiars. Of course, I get plenty of extras. I gift the duplicates to my best friend if she doesn't have them already.

My best friend was the one who introduced me to FR in time for the September window and gifted me expensive dragons, items, and familiars without asking anything in return.

@Kellendraysia I'd like to think my clan has been nice this year :) I kickstarted the site, and therefore got to join early. I've been mostly saving my treasure, then spending it all on beautiful dragons!
I've exalted some of my older pairs, but my first pair and their first hatchling still live in my lair.

Your dragons are beautiful, and its is super nice of you to do this :)

My clan recently moved to the Lightning flight, and, due to a hilarious clerical mix-up, they were assigned to preform routine maintenance on the Tempest Spire. We have about two technologically competent dragons in the entire clan, with the rest being bickering Mirrors, insane Wildclaws, aloof Guardians, and scatterbrained Skydancers. So needless to say it didn't go well.
http://i.imgur.com/RIgHdk2.jpg
So that happened. Once the left spire had been reinstalled, and orders were sent out to make a replacement for the right one, the Stormcatcher spun around angrily only to find that my clan had ran like heck into the surrounding desert. Never to be seen again until he set out a trail of money leading to a cleverly concealed trap.

We've been naughty.

@Kellendraysia

@Kellendraysia [i] *A female Mirror with maroon wings and shadow clown markings landed before the two holiday associates.*[/i] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=570452] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/5705/570452_350.png[/img] [/url] "I am Azralon, Matriarch of the Soulanar Clan. I do believe we have been...fairly nice. I say this in the fact that we take in orphaned dragons across the clans, feed and train them, and then send them out to loving and permanent homes. I, for one, lead the clan through harsh climates out here within the Stormcatcher's domain. Every month we undergo these deeds, for the holidays isn't about receiving, it's about the amount of heart all around us. That is my...verdict...per say. I wish you a very merry Christmas my dear friends." [i]*With that she carefully arose, lifting her iron gauntlets gently off the ground. She awoken her wings and set her course back home[/i].* Thank you so very much for this! You are quite generous!

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=205137] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/2052/205137_350.png[/img] [/url] Seemingly lost, a small fae wanders in, just in time to hear a quiet rumor of hatchlings for christmas. His ears perked at such easy terms, and soon dutied himself to scratching down all he could remember from the time of his birth. It wasn't easy, much of his childhood had included those who had left, even the founders of the clan, whose names he could scarely remember, left without a moment's hesitation to go work under the great lord Windsinger, early in their years when the clan looked like it would no longer be able to sustain itself enough to provide food for the little ones. How wrong they were, Having him step up to take control just as they hit their worst times, but not even a week after, things grew much easier. money began flowing in, hatchlings were very wanted and could easily be sent to a home. He remembered his own children, those who had flown off to become great influences in other clans. Sauni in particular. The young Daughter he so favored to find a place in a clan dear to his heart, led by his close friend, Mazjehas. He hadn't heard from her in a while... However, as times had gone on, and the clans grew, he found himself speaking to Mazj less and less... His quill paused, as he looked up, his eyes half open as he sighed a little to himself. All this reminded him or his dear mate, Lyxtos, who had gone on and perished while escorting and protecting a younger dragon in the desolate battle fields... It was not long after her death that the clan had become a bustling place, filled with hatchlings and mates that migrated in and out, true to the nature of the wind flight in general- never staying in one place long. Why, he could count the number of those who had joined with him on his two hands, they were so scare. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of inspiration hit him. The founders. They were Phearei and... and... Her name was suddenly lost. A mirror- the only mirror to ever join the clan that could so scarcely all be in one place... She was the kind one, he remembered. She'd raised him and taught him better than any Arcane mentor could have. She was the one who had dutifully brought in those who had needed rest, the one who had lent out space for other's clutches- those who could not find a place. Why. just the other day he had found an abandoned egg that had hatched into a small fae with colorings very much similar to hers... He decided then that he needed to be [i]her[/i]. His upbringer, to this child. That was much more important than seeking to find yet another to bring in to a clan so full of those who would quickly move on. It was more important to feed his relations with those who had been with him since day one. He set the paper listing in minute detail, the things he could remember- both bad and good, to his side, quickly taking flight to return home. Little had he known, he had been seen, and his paper was soon read by none other than those whom he had been seeking.

[color=purple][i][b]A mysterious mirror melts out of the shadows, cautiously approaching the intriguing pair.[/b][/i][/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=82990] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/830/82990_350.png[/img] [/url] [color=navy][i]"Oh my, what a lovely game! I really like games!" Well, where should I begin? Personally, the name I have received since I was conjured signifies an evil bitter goddess of ice, forced into bitter anger for being cast aside into the very edges of the world, never to return to her warm home, just of the coast of Crete. She turned bitter and angry cursing the lands of the Arctic to forever face her wrath, using her power to cover the lands in ice and snow. However, as for myself, ice has never welcomed me into their chilly domain. Desperate, I found a home in a small drag full of driftwood, inside a deep, shadowy forest. A Suddenly, out of the shadows, a large grey dragon appeared, Shadowbinder. She welcomed me into her clan, and I truly felt connected to the ways of the Shadow. Inspired by her, I began training my younglings with a new found mate, Thanatos. Thereafter, the children were sent into Shadowbinder's service, to help protect and fight for the Tangled Wood. After a while, my mate heeded the call and left into Shadowbinder's service. At this point, many other discarded dragons ventured into the forest, and I welcomed them with open arms. We have built a small clan, but in time it too will grow into a venerable, or perhaps, ancient lair! This is my story, I hope you enjoyed it, preferably with a cup of cocoa since it's dreadfully cold. I wish luck to your clan, and may misfortune never befall you! As for being naughty or nice, well, I believe quite surprisingly nice! After all, providing a home for poor unwanted dragons takes up all my attention, so there's never anytime for silly pranks! I do hope my younglings haven't caused trouble, it is quite difficult to raise three young imps, one lightning, one water, and one light. Why, they never get along! I will make my exit if you do permit! I do wish I have provided an interesting tale! [/i][/color] [b][color=grey]And so, with a sweep of her icy wings, the shadowy mirror took flight into the night sky, eager to return to calls of her rescued imps, thinking of names for them all the while.[/b][/color]

*The crimson wildclaw looks about to see all those that have come and left tales for him and his mate to consider* [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=818252] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/8183/818252_350.png[/img] [/url] "The time has come my dear friends for my mate and I to look through all your tales. We shall be deciding on the morrow who shall be gifted one of our precious hatchlings," he offers a graceful bow. "Thank you for all who have come to join us in this holiday celebration. Happy Holidays to all."

@calvinrules6 *The maroon imperialess nudges a blood colored hatchling with dusted grey wings in your direction* [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1766007] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/17661/1766007_350.png[/img] [/url] "This little one has been quite the handful since his hatching and Stormcatcher spoke to us when he blessed our nest to give the 'little terror' to those that were naughty as an experiment to see if they can correct this ones ill behaviors. He was our 'lump of coal' as Stormcatcher had to say when the little one refused to let go of one of our Lord's sickle arms till we pulled him off." The wildclaw says with a light chuckle. *The little one looks up at his new clanmate before being distracted by the swaying tail tip of the older dragon and promptly ungracefully tries to pounce on it*