@ UnseenRangerGal
(I would like to name this guy Neoro, so I’ll be using that name in his lore!!)
Somewhere amongst the depths of the Fishspine Reefs, a cave secret from the currents of the sea acted as a safe haven. The pocketed cove hidden away amongst the fish and coral was Neoro’s home, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Something about water was beautifully captivating; so much so that as soon as one of his explorations of the reef led way to the discovery of said cave, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.
Every morning, when the sun blanketed the sky in beautiful pinks and golds, Neoro would wake and watch as the rays danced through the water. Truly, nothing could be more beautiful than that. Stretching his wings and arching his back, he delved deeper into the water just outside of the lip of the cove. The fish darted around from the kelp nearby, but Neoro flicked his tail sharply and charged forwards, catching one in his claws. He would hunt for now; the fish and other dragons would just be waking up, giving him plenty of time to gather his own bounty without interrupting anyone nearby.
Wading his way through the tall strands of kelp, passing by sunken artifacts and warped figures of seaglass, he felt free. Beauty all around him, happiness in his heart, and the sea on his back. Everything washed over him at once, and it was fantastic.
@UndeadFae
Crumbling rocks and dissolving wood lay in heaps around the tall structure. It appeared to be many decades old; the wind seeping into it’s hollow walls and echoing the sounds of the forest, dilapidated spires of rock jutted halfway between the earth and the sky. It was haunting. A snap of twigs within its depths would ward off any visitors, the castle-like structure remaining untouched by any outsiders… Except for one.
Sugarplum wasn’t cruel, even though she looked the part. Her large wings would cascade off her back and into the sky, striking the air around her piercingly and producing a sound like crashing waves. Her voice was deep and hot like coals, sounding like thunder and feeling like frostbite. The cracks along her scales so moss-like that some plants seemingly did make their home on her back, chest, and legs.
She was like a mountain; large, natural, yet seemingly impossible in nature. She was like a cave; Dark, mysterious, yet filled with wonder. She was like the crumbling castle-like structure she made her home in; steeped in shadows, filled with magic, and less scary than she seemed.
Stretching her large talons across the creaking floorboards, she made her way to the front window of the building. Night would be there soon, and she would roam the forests in search of new plants to care for. Letting out a low, bone-chilling note, she started on her way.
@Keryth
(I would like to name this baby bunane, so I’ll be using that name in his lore!)
His short claws carried him through the tall grass, cutting pieces down to crumble to the forest floor. Speed was his strong suit; he was small enough to escape anything-
A large snout suddenly reached into the foliage and gently but firmly caught him by the skin on the back of his neck.
-Well, almost anything.
Bunane was carried in the same manner he was caught all the way back to their lair, sagging sheepishly as they approached and were met with a pair of burning pink eyes. Willowed, loosening his hold on the back of Bunane’s neck, gently let the hatchling down. His claws hit the earth with a small ‘tmp’ noise, and he felt the blood rush to his face as he attempted to avoid eye contact with either of the dragons staring at him.
Ever since he left his family in the Carrion Canyon to live with his relatives in the Everbloom Gardens, he had managed to get into quite a bit of trouble. He hadn’t meant to go wandering without his uncle’s permission, it had just… happened! And now he was here, being stared down by the two dragons who had been caring for him.
“Bunane,” Willowed grumbled out, and the hatchling tried not to let the disappointment evident in his voice get to him, “What did we say about running through the forests without permission?”. Bunane looked up enough to see his uncle’s butterfly-patterned wings shift in anticipation.
“You said not to go wandering any more, and you told me that-” he paused briefly, trying to remember the words the two had spoken to him mere days before, “that I wasn’t allowed to go into the forests by myself.”
Keylime finally moved, her spotted wings dragging along the ground as she made her way forwards with an affirmative grunt.
“So you understand what you did wrong?” she spoke softly, surprising Bunane enough to cause him to raise his head in question.
“Yes’m, I do…”
“Well then, that’s enough of that. Come help me prepare tonight’s meal, please.” Willowed said, his large, taloned claw coming down on top of Bunane’s snout in a loving manner.
Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad… He would at least try to not cause more trouble, he loved Willowed and Keylime too much for that.
(Here we go!! I hope you guys like them!! Thanks for your time aaaa <3)
(I would like to name this guy Neoro, so I’ll be using that name in his lore!!)
Somewhere amongst the depths of the Fishspine Reefs, a cave secret from the currents of the sea acted as a safe haven. The pocketed cove hidden away amongst the fish and coral was Neoro’s home, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Something about water was beautifully captivating; so much so that as soon as one of his explorations of the reef led way to the discovery of said cave, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.
Every morning, when the sun blanketed the sky in beautiful pinks and golds, Neoro would wake and watch as the rays danced through the water. Truly, nothing could be more beautiful than that. Stretching his wings and arching his back, he delved deeper into the water just outside of the lip of the cove. The fish darted around from the kelp nearby, but Neoro flicked his tail sharply and charged forwards, catching one in his claws. He would hunt for now; the fish and other dragons would just be waking up, giving him plenty of time to gather his own bounty without interrupting anyone nearby.
Wading his way through the tall strands of kelp, passing by sunken artifacts and warped figures of seaglass, he felt free. Beauty all around him, happiness in his heart, and the sea on his back. Everything washed over him at once, and it was fantastic.
@UndeadFae
Crumbling rocks and dissolving wood lay in heaps around the tall structure. It appeared to be many decades old; the wind seeping into it’s hollow walls and echoing the sounds of the forest, dilapidated spires of rock jutted halfway between the earth and the sky. It was haunting. A snap of twigs within its depths would ward off any visitors, the castle-like structure remaining untouched by any outsiders… Except for one.
Sugarplum wasn’t cruel, even though she looked the part. Her large wings would cascade off her back and into the sky, striking the air around her piercingly and producing a sound like crashing waves. Her voice was deep and hot like coals, sounding like thunder and feeling like frostbite. The cracks along her scales so moss-like that some plants seemingly did make their home on her back, chest, and legs.
She was like a mountain; large, natural, yet seemingly impossible in nature. She was like a cave; Dark, mysterious, yet filled with wonder. She was like the crumbling castle-like structure she made her home in; steeped in shadows, filled with magic, and less scary than she seemed.
Stretching her large talons across the creaking floorboards, she made her way to the front window of the building. Night would be there soon, and she would roam the forests in search of new plants to care for. Letting out a low, bone-chilling note, she started on her way.
@Keryth
(I would like to name this baby bunane, so I’ll be using that name in his lore!)
His short claws carried him through the tall grass, cutting pieces down to crumble to the forest floor. Speed was his strong suit; he was small enough to escape anything-
A large snout suddenly reached into the foliage and gently but firmly caught him by the skin on the back of his neck.
-Well, almost anything.
Bunane was carried in the same manner he was caught all the way back to their lair, sagging sheepishly as they approached and were met with a pair of burning pink eyes. Willowed, loosening his hold on the back of Bunane’s neck, gently let the hatchling down. His claws hit the earth with a small ‘tmp’ noise, and he felt the blood rush to his face as he attempted to avoid eye contact with either of the dragons staring at him.
Ever since he left his family in the Carrion Canyon to live with his relatives in the Everbloom Gardens, he had managed to get into quite a bit of trouble. He hadn’t meant to go wandering without his uncle’s permission, it had just… happened! And now he was here, being stared down by the two dragons who had been caring for him.
“Bunane,” Willowed grumbled out, and the hatchling tried not to let the disappointment evident in his voice get to him, “What did we say about running through the forests without permission?”. Bunane looked up enough to see his uncle’s butterfly-patterned wings shift in anticipation.
“You said not to go wandering any more, and you told me that-” he paused briefly, trying to remember the words the two had spoken to him mere days before, “that I wasn’t allowed to go into the forests by myself.”
Keylime finally moved, her spotted wings dragging along the ground as she made her way forwards with an affirmative grunt.
“So you understand what you did wrong?” she spoke softly, surprising Bunane enough to cause him to raise his head in question.
“Yes’m, I do…”
“Well then, that’s enough of that. Come help me prepare tonight’s meal, please.” Willowed said, his large, taloned claw coming down on top of Bunane’s snout in a loving manner.
Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad… He would at least try to not cause more trouble, he loved Willowed and Keylime too much for that.
(Here we go!! I hope you guys like them!! Thanks for your time aaaa <3)
