Raffles & Giveaways

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34567648] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/345677/34567648_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Donia felt the change in the surface temperature as she surfaced for the first time that morning. Sure enough, as she broke through the insulating waters, snowflakes fell on her nose. She smiled, loving the winter that was finally coming. She swam around happily, then went back to tell the less enthused other dragons to prepare for the cold days ahead. Sprite Choice: ICE

"Is it time yet?" "Nearly. The wind howls, the sky darkens, and the chill in the air can only mean that the boundary between the planes is weakening; that unknown waste draws near and soon we shall breach it." "What if he should suspect? Do we not risk discovery, exposure, and the end of all we have worked towards?" "It matters not. We do not cause what is to occur; we only guide it." "The time approaches then. They shall come from beyond to remake this world in their image." [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/L6TcxZfv/ABIDETH.png[/img] [/center] From below the pinnacle of the Obsidian Nail, the Bogsneak Skaril looked up at the two forms perched atop the black obelisk and sighed. "Every year," he grumbled. "Every single year they try to open another hole in the fabric of reality and let some new monstrosity through." [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=16868604] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/168687/16868604_350.png[/img] [/url] Next to him, a young Wildclaw glanced nervously up at the tower; which now had a sphere of icy shards and strange blue flames crackling around it as if the laws of nature held no sway over the spectacle. "Should we stop them?" He asked. "They appear to be doing...something unusual and they already let those tentacle things in last time." [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38339035] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/383391/38339035_350.png[/img] [/url] "No need," Skaril shrugged. "It's just a thing they do when winter arrives; they think it means another world's moved closer to Sornieth and that they can create a dimensional bridge between the two." "That's.....a 'thing'?" the Wildclaw said, one eye twitching in confusion. "You mean this behavior is regular?" "Annual," the older dragon shrugged. "Pentarax knows about it though. If by some chance one of their little experiments did get out of hand, he'd step in and put a stop to it." Guldorund did not seem entirely convinced. "What if they use a particularly nasty storm to bring The Shade back?" he whispered. Skaril grinned. "As I said; Pentarax would step in and put a stop to it." [b]Sprite Choice: Ice[/b]

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29560778] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/295608/29560778_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] A tickle swirled at Noel's whiskers. He shifted his sleepy shoulders and twitched his nose, taking a deep breath of the morning air. The imperial paused and took another sniff. [i]Surely not?[/i] He thought, rising to his feet. He stretched his wings as he hastened (as fast as an old man can) to one of the lair's many overlooks. Sure enough, a thin layer of snow carpeted the barren plains. He peered through his glasses, watching fresh flakes drift down unhurriedly from the grey clouds above. "That time, already," he mused aloud. "Looks like I've got a lot of work to do." [b]Sprite Choice[/b]: Ice!

[center][b]sprite choice:[/b] ice [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12138067] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/121381/12138067_350.png[/img] [/url] the clan grumbled as they realized that a snowstorm had blown in. as a light clan, they'd all grown used to warmth most of the year. anael and nightshade half-buried themselves in the snow and chatted happily about the cold weather while vivian lit a fire in her sleeping area to warm herself (a bit dramatic, really, but nobody called her out on it for fear of being skipped when it came to gift-giving). kenta flitted around the lair, chattering on about the "magic of the season" and how excited he was for the annual tradition of exchanging gifts. his mate, spade, bumped his shoulder in an affectionate manner as he zipped past. "perhaps you should organize a group to clear out the entrance," she reminded him. "oh yes, of course," he replied, eyes wide. "uh, persephone and...ichiro, could you please work on clearing out the snow? perhaps vivian could try to melt some of it." once they'd started moving the snow back outside the lair, spade suggested that someone freeze some of the food stores, and perhaps now would be a good time to start decorating for night of the nocturne. suddenly, the whole lair was actively working on one activity or the other, and as kenta tied a bow around his sleeping area, he looked down on his lair and grinned.[/center]

@minty

Sorry about that, I meant to type Ice in there!

[columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=32698577] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/326986/32698577.png[/img] [/url][nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=21785795] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/217858/21785795.png[/img] [/url][nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33335861] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/333359/33335861.png[/img] [/url][/columns] Miyuki didn't even get properly dressed, she bolted out of the lair the moment she heard that familiar howl of the winter wind. The Southern Icefields weren't exactly the warmest region, but now the [i]real[/i] cold began. The cold that was in her very being. Laughing, Miyuki flew out into the snowstorm and let herself get carried away by the wind. The snow has already settled, when Chat crawled out of his room. Yawning, he gathered his notes and gardening tools and set out to tend to his specimens. The botanist was nearly at the entrance when he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. It was at this moment that Chat noticed the weather. "S-snow?! Already?!" He scrambled back up and ran to get a shovel. "Must! Check! On! The! Greenhouse!" He grunted at every swing. When he finally made it, Chat was relieved to find that it was secure and the plants inside were unharmed. He'd probably still have to move the more finicky ones inside. Chrysopeleia stretched lazily as she emerged from her tree. She was already preparing for her slumber and the chill was nothing but a reminder to hurry. The oak tree was not old enough to survive without protection. "Father! Father, where are you?" The dryad walked towards the lair. "The winter chill is here!". It looked like she will have to wrap the tree herself. Now, where did they put the mulch? [b]Sprite choice: Ice[/b]

The holidays already! It's as if the snow and wind and cold came out of nowhere. How is your clan preparing for the season? [b]Ice Sprite[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14226332] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/142264/14226332_350.png[/img] [/url] BATMAN darted to and fro, here and there, about and... bout? Nono, that wasn't a word. His jaw clacked in what he would [i]insist[/i] was agitation and not cold. Why was there snow here. This was Nature's domain, not the Icewarden's. He had been very specific in his wanderings - the southern icefields had been to cold, the ashfall wastes too hot, the windswept plateau of his homeland was much to windy, the sea of a thousand currents was much too wet, the shifting expanse had so much [i]static[/i], and don't even get him [i]started[/i] on all the icky things in the scarred wasteland. And now there was snow, in his nice warm forest. "Quick! Gather the resources! Build walls! Build fires! Build--build-- build trenches!" Surely walls and trenches would keep the snow out, right?

December brings the midway point of the year for the denizens at the Lyceum of Light. Their "year" ends in June, with the Brightshine Jubilee being the cumulation of the training and education of the dragons residing there. Winter also brings about the shortest day of the year, the exact counterpoint to the longest day of the year, the Sunbeam Ruins happiest day. BUt, the Winter Solstice isn't sad, not by far. The dragons here take this time to take a break, visit family and friends, and plan a huge celebration on the shortest day of the year. Talayeh is busy, as usual, running the show and being in two places at once. Well, that might be a new spell concocted by Cassini, but she IS great at multitasking. "Uriel, how many volunteers do you have for the bonfire? You remember last year how the hatchlings got carried away and the bonfire almost got out of control? Yeah, make sure that doesn't happen again. Where are the singers? I've not seen them all day! Also, we need to double the gathering and hunting teams for the next few weeks, we will have lots of visitors for the celebration. " Uriel hurries to keep up with her as she rattles off more and more tasks to do. "Um, Talayeh, you need to slow down for-" Talayeh snaps at him "no time, Uriel! You know how much has to be done." "But, Talayeh, I was going to say for that light sprite that just ran in the bushes! " [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45632138] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/456322/45632138_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46162682] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461627/46162682_350.png[/img] [/url] SPRITE: NATURE