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@Whuffie Yep, you can claim!

@Dartrix Reminder about your hold.
@Whuffie Yep, you can claim!

@Dartrix Reminder about your hold.
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[center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/oummgrma2dntglw/earthtop.png[/img] [b]@Decaffeinated Word Count: 676 Words[/b] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/u845kq75sv17s9m/earthmidsmall.png[/img] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42456465] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/424565/42456465_350.png[/img] [/url] [img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/uau4yamn96qep5a/earthmid.png[/img][/center] Come, little ones. Come, and I will tell you a story. Yes, a story. No, not the time Darkwind got her tail caught in that Guardian skeleton! No, this is older than that. Yes, even older than Megumi, Noroi. Don’t act so surprised, Hyoko. Even you know better than that! Now, is everyone settled? Is everyone ready? Then let’s begin... Imagine with me, little ones, a young land. A land where mountains grew within minutes, oceans crashing hungrily against the shore as fire erupted from within and winds were not so kind as they are today. Can you feel it? Can you smell the ocean breeze, feel the earth shift beneath your paws? Can you feel the warmth of the blaze licking at your sides, the wind pinning your wings to you sides? Now, imagine that, in this chaos, there stood the strongest of creatures. The first children of the gods, some old, some young, fighting to survive the tummolt their own mothers and fathers threw at them. Yes, even the Gaolers, the mighty Children of the Ice and Snow. Can you see them? No, Asiah, not Anwir or Aliya. I know they’re here, but I mean something else. Something more. Can you see them, perhaps, standing in this torrent from the Gods? Good. Then you know the setting of our story. You may know this, but I was there all those years ago, hatched within a canyon formed by the Father of Earth, and raised by his Sons and Daughters of Stone. Back then, I was no fighter, and neither were they. The Children of Earth and Stone had found great skill in the crafting of brilliant arches and great halls of stone, and with them I learned my craft. With Children of the Mother of Fire, I created great windows of glass and gold, depicting the world as it ravaged around us. I had believed, long ago, that such a horrible world could never find its way to my home. And yet, in a twisted way, it did. A great demon, one the likes of which I’d never known, tore down my great hall, shattering my work and laying waste to the land I called home. In the wake of Great Fenrir, destruction reigned, and with it came a much smaller beast. A two-headed beast, as furious and deadly as Fenrir, had come straight to my home. I had no choice but to fight this great beast, to stop it from causing further harm to my family, or worse, to our Father. And so I fought, day or night it did not matter, so long as the Beast had it’s jaws snapping at my tail, it’s claws locked in mine. Finally, the battle was over, and even the tumultuous wind died as the beast fell. I may have defeated the Beast of Pitch, but not without paying a heavy price. The corruption of Fenrir had tainted the Beast’s claws, and the sight in my left eye had left me with one swipe of their claws. To this day, all that eye sees is the burning glow of their eyes, ruby and amber, as they fell. So, young ones, why do you think I am telling you this story? Don’t be shy, go ahead and ask. No, it is not because I want to simply entertain you. No, not that either. It is because that corruption survived, not in Fenrir, but in Imperials whose hearts have twisted, their minds lost to the shadows beyond the stars. I say this not as a fairy tale, but as a warning. Do not fight with those whose claws drip with pitch, for you cannot regain what those claws take from you. Now, run along. I’m sure your mothers and fathers are worried about you. … Now… I can only hope they avoid Nocci and Hotaru. Their path is stained in blood, and only I can see it was once mine. Perhaps the story of my battle will be enough to keep them from being scarred as I have. 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@Decaffeinated
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Come, little ones. Come, and I will tell you a story. Yes, a story. No, not the time Darkwind got her tail caught in that Guardian skeleton! No, this is older than that. Yes, even older than Megumi, Noroi. Don’t act so surprised, Hyoko. Even you know better than that! Now, is everyone settled? Is everyone ready?

Then let’s begin...

Imagine with me, little ones, a young land. A land where mountains grew within minutes, oceans crashing hungrily against the shore as fire erupted from within and winds were not so kind as they are today. Can you feel it? Can you smell the ocean breeze, feel the earth shift beneath your paws? Can you feel the warmth of the blaze licking at your sides, the wind pinning your wings to you sides?

Now, imagine that, in this chaos, there stood the strongest of creatures. The first children of the gods, some old, some young, fighting to survive the tummolt their own mothers and fathers threw at them. Yes, even the Gaolers, the mighty Children of the Ice and Snow. Can you see them?

No, Asiah, not Anwir or Aliya. I know they’re here, but I mean something else. Something more. Can you see them, perhaps, standing in this torrent from the Gods?

Good. Then you know the setting of our story. You may know this, but I was there all those years ago, hatched within a canyon formed by the Father of Earth, and raised by his Sons and Daughters of Stone. Back then, I was no fighter, and neither were they.

The Children of Earth and Stone had found great skill in the crafting of brilliant arches and great halls of stone, and with them I learned my craft. With Children of the Mother of Fire, I created great windows of glass and gold, depicting the world as it ravaged around us. I had believed, long ago, that such a horrible world could never find its way to my home.

And yet, in a twisted way, it did. A great demon, one the likes of which I’d never known, tore down my great hall, shattering my work and laying waste to the land I called home. In the wake of Great Fenrir, destruction reigned, and with it came a much smaller beast. A two-headed beast, as furious and deadly as Fenrir, had come straight to my home.

I had no choice but to fight this great beast, to stop it from causing further harm to my family, or worse, to our Father. And so I fought, day or night it did not matter, so long as the Beast had it’s jaws snapping at my tail, it’s claws locked in mine. Finally, the battle was over, and even the tumultuous wind died as the beast fell.

I may have defeated the Beast of Pitch, but not without paying a heavy price. The corruption of Fenrir had tainted the Beast’s claws, and the sight in my left eye had left me with one swipe of their claws. To this day, all that eye sees is the burning glow of their eyes, ruby and amber, as they fell.

So, young ones, why do you think I am telling you this story? Don’t be shy, go ahead and ask. No, it is not because I want to simply entertain you. No, not that either. It is because that corruption survived, not in Fenrir, but in Imperials whose hearts have twisted, their minds lost to the shadows beyond the stars. I say this not as a fairy tale, but as a warning.

Do not fight with those whose claws drip with pitch, for you cannot regain what those claws take from you.

Now, run along. I’m sure your mothers and fathers are worried about you.



Now… I can only hope they avoid Nocci and Hotaru. Their path is stained in blood, and only I can see it was once mine. Perhaps the story of my battle will be enough to keep them from being scarred as I have.
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Nakita the Earthen Child

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Anwir the Son of Ice

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Aliya the Daughter of Ice

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Darkwind the Elder Fluff

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Nocci of the Plagued Mind

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Asiah the Imperial

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Megumi the Old One

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Hyoko the Hothead

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Noroi the Curious

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@Decaffeinated Could i be added to the general pinglist?
@Decaffeinated Could i be added to the general pinglist?
9 Hours ahead of FR time
@decaffeinated here’s Kela’s lore! She’s just a lonely orchard owner who loves her job but wishes she had some company. Her name means Banana in Hindi! Hope it’s okay! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49260280] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/492603/49260280_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Kela[/b] Kela walked through the foliage, brushing past an array of fruits hanging from her trees. Her orchard was filled with a large array of edible plants, bee orchids, lucky stars, blue parrot tulips, ivy, bamboo leaves, and more littered the ground and grew on trees, brushing against her scales as her keen eyes peered through the growth. The plants were beautiful, yes, with a late array of bright and inviting colors, but the main attractions were the fruits. Kela loved her fruits, the variety, the colors, how each and every one had its own unique flavor and pattern. She was happy, of course, as her job of running the orchard was perfect for her, but she was terribly lonely, as she had little interaction with other dragons unless she was selling them her crops. She sighed as she walked, pushing her loneliness out of her head and continuing to look around. Sea berries littered the ground, strikingly blue against the black tongue peppers. Honeycrisp apples hung from the bows of low hanging branches, along with red bananas and wisp fruit. Kela reached up with a talon, running her claw along the edge of an apple. Tempting as it was, she could not pick one for a quick mid-walk snack. Usually her trees were bountiful enough that she had plenty of fruits to spare, which she would readily share with her neighbors and friends, and of course herself. Jams, pies, tarts, marmalade’s, sweet breads, and right of the branch, Kela loved fresh fruit in any form. To her dismay, however, she had found that a surprising amount of her crop had been stolen. She had found many broken stems and crushed leaves, left behind by something that had carelessly ripped her plants from the branch, running off through her orchard and crushing plants as it went. She had led it slide at first, as Kela was happy to share with any creature unfortunate enough to be driven to steal, but it had gotten out of hand. Now she was walking through her orchard, tuning out the cacophony of birdsong and insects, and listening for the crunch of footsteps instead. She wondered if it was a creature, or perhaps a hungry dragon. Something simply hungry, or more directly targeting her crop. Carefully avoiding the plants littering the ground, she crept carefully down the sun-warmed paths, eyes peeled for any sign of movement. She saw it then, a trail of crushed plants leading off into the foliage. What careless dragon would do this? She carefully followed the trail, trying not to damage the crushed plants further. Ears perked, she could hear something now, a noise that sounded like… snuffling? She was getting close, a patch of fire flowers the only thing between her and the thief. She burst through the bush with a cry, and her eyes fell on a startled alstroemeria Fox, a half eaten Granny Smith Apple between its paws. The fox let out a yelp and tried to skitter away, its tail between its legs, but it was blocked by a wall of ivy. Kela could see the fox was thin, starving even, and her face softened. She crouched down and extended her talon, gently pushing the remains of the Apple towards the fox. “Here little one” she said softly, “it’s alright”. The fox carefully inched forward, its hunger trumping its worry. After snapping up the rest of the Apple, the fox looked up at her, and Kela could have sworn it was smiling at her. “Come with me little one” she said, scooping up the fox and placing it securely behind her wing. “I have more fruit in my home, you’re welcome to stay with me there!”. The alstroemeria fox let out a happy yelp, and nestled itself in between her wing and shoulder. “I’m going to call you Pomi” Kela said with a smile, scratching the fox behind its ear with her talon. “It means Apple, and I think it suits you well”. Pomi let out a yip which Kela took as a yes. She took the fox all the way back to her hut, and cut up an apple with her claw, putting it in a clay bowl and setting it on the ground for Pomi. She smiled as she watched her eat, and knew that she wouldn’t have to feel lonely again. - 732 words
@decaffeinated here’s Kela’s lore! She’s just a lonely orchard owner who loves her job but wishes she had some company. Her name means Banana in Hindi! Hope it’s okay!

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Kela walked through the foliage, brushing past an array of fruits hanging from her trees. Her orchard was filled with a large array of edible plants, bee orchids, lucky stars, blue parrot tulips, ivy, bamboo leaves, and more littered the ground and grew on trees, brushing against her scales as her keen eyes peered through the growth. The plants were beautiful, yes, with a late array of bright and inviting colors, but the main attractions were the fruits. Kela loved her fruits, the variety, the colors, how each and every one had its own unique flavor and pattern. She was happy, of course, as her job of running the orchard was perfect for her, but she was terribly lonely, as she had little interaction with other dragons unless she was selling them her crops. She sighed as she walked, pushing her loneliness out of her head and continuing to look around. Sea berries littered the ground, strikingly blue against the black tongue peppers. Honeycrisp apples hung from the bows of low hanging branches, along with red bananas and wisp fruit. Kela reached up with a talon, running her claw along the edge of an apple. Tempting as it was, she could not pick one for a quick mid-walk snack. Usually her trees were bountiful enough that she had plenty of fruits to spare, which she would readily share with her neighbors and friends, and of course herself. Jams, pies, tarts, marmalade’s, sweet breads, and right of the branch, Kela loved fresh fruit in any form. To her dismay, however, she had found that a surprising amount of her crop had been stolen. She had found many broken stems and crushed leaves, left behind by something that had carelessly ripped her plants from the branch, running off through her orchard and crushing plants as it went. She had led it slide at first, as Kela was happy to share with any creature unfortunate enough to be driven to steal, but it had gotten out of hand. Now she was walking through her orchard, tuning out the cacophony of birdsong and insects, and listening for the crunch of footsteps instead. She wondered if it was a creature, or perhaps a hungry dragon. Something simply hungry, or more directly targeting her crop. Carefully avoiding the plants littering the ground, she crept carefully down the sun-warmed paths, eyes peeled for any sign of movement. She saw it then, a trail of crushed plants leading off into the foliage. What careless dragon would do this? She carefully followed the trail, trying not to damage the crushed plants further. Ears perked, she could hear something now, a noise that sounded like… snuffling? She was getting close, a patch of fire flowers the only thing between her and the thief. She burst through the bush with a cry, and her eyes fell on a startled alstroemeria Fox, a half eaten Granny Smith Apple between its paws. The fox let out a yelp and tried to skitter away, its tail between its legs, but it was blocked by a wall of ivy. Kela could see the fox was thin, starving even, and her face softened. She crouched down and extended her talon, gently pushing the remains of the Apple towards the fox.
“Here little one” she said softly, “it’s alright”. The fox carefully inched forward, its hunger trumping its worry. After snapping up the rest of the Apple, the fox looked up at her, and Kela could have sworn it was smiling at her. “Come with me little one” she said, scooping up the fox and placing it securely behind her wing. “I have more fruit in my home, you’re welcome to stay with me there!”. The alstroemeria fox let out a happy yelp, and nestled itself in between her wing and shoulder. “I’m going to call you Pomi” Kela said with a smile, scratching the fox behind its ear with her talon. “It means Apple, and I think it suits you well”. Pomi let out a yip which Kela took as a yes. She took the fox all the way back to her hut, and cut up an apple with her claw, putting it in a clay bowl and setting it on the ground for Pomi. She smiled as she watched her eat, and knew that she wouldn’t have to feel lonely again.
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@Decaffeinated

I have a hold on one of the prompt dragons that expires today, I believe. I have the lore almost finished for him, however, it will not be completed before my hold is up. Might I ask for one more day on my hold, please?
@Decaffeinated

I have a hold on one of the prompt dragons that expires today, I believe. I have the lore almost finished for him, however, it will not be completed before my hold is up. Might I ask for one more day on my hold, please?
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@Decaffeinated I know the timestamp is a little later, but school blocked fr as of today (oof) so I wasn't able to post earlier. The lore was done, though! Does it still count (the lore can be found in this post)?
@Decaffeinated I know the timestamp is a little later, but school blocked fr as of today (oof) so I wasn't able to post earlier. The lore was done, though! Does it still count (the lore can be found in this post)?
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@MisterArtist I'm dying this is hilarious and amazing [emoji=coatl love] [s]what is a word count? can you eat it?[/s] @ClockworkEclipse I am in love with your clan lore [emoji=familiar heart] You weren't late either since you made your claim on the 17th so you had until rollover tonight to post it ^-^ @Wolfoxx Added! @DragonSpiralArt Aww that was adorable! A bit hard to read with the current formatting but well worth the effort! @Animonster I'll extend your hold to tomorrow!
@MisterArtist I'm dying this is hilarious and amazing what is a word count? can you eat it?

@ClockworkEclipse I am in love with your clan lore You weren't late either since you made your claim on the 17th so you had until rollover tonight to post it ^-^

@Wolfoxx Added!

@DragonSpiralArt Aww that was adorable! A bit hard to read with the current formatting but well worth the effort!

@Animonster I'll extend your hold to tomorrow!
@Quiller Apologies for the late reply, I knew I was missing a ping x.x Lovely story, I've a soft spot for most things Dragon Age related .w.
@Quiller Apologies for the late reply, I knew I was missing a ping x.x Lovely story, I've a soft spot for most things Dragon Age related .w.
@mermaidlorelei I just wanted to say that banner art with Strider is awesome:D I just noticed it @Decaffeinated here's my lore:) [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49356359] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/493564/49356359_350.png[/img] [/url] "Wow," gushed Maokai. "You look more like a princess than I do." Pearl looked over to the mirror. Her purple-pink scales did look splendid with the white flowers. And her pearl shone more colorfully than most, which made the fabric of the Dryad's Guise look shimmery. She allowed herself a small smile. The lair bell tolled just then, humming with authority through the stone floor. Maokai looked towards the door, and panic tore through Pearl. "Get it off me!" She struggled with the armholes, dropping her pearl in the process. It cracked on the ground, sending a violent shudder through her. "Please! The king will be here any second!" Maokai laughed. "I told you it'll be fine. Maybe we should leave it, just to see how he'll react." "Maokai--" She didn't get to finish her sentence, because a knock sounded at the door. Maokai bounced over to open it, and Pearl could do nothing but fearfully inspect the jagged crack in her pearl. "Hello, Father." "Good morning, Maokai," the ancient Imperial king's voice boomed. He stepped into the room, ducking to avoid the top of the doorway. "They're having your favorite for lunch today, swan." He glanced casually over at Pearl, and she froze. "What's this?" Maokai giggled and came to stand beside her companion. "Looks good, right? I figured, why can't the servants wear apparel too? Pearl deserves to look pretty, doesn't she?" The king was silent for a moment. Pearl was quite sure she was about to throw up. "I was worried she'd corrupt you eventually," he said finally. "Making you give up your most important possessions is only the first step. I told Calanthe we never should have taken in a Plague dragon. We'll have to terminate this companion and order you a new one. Now come along to lunch, dear." He turned and started to leave. Maokai stared after him, stammering. Pearl felt her eyes welling up. Terminated. "But, Father," Maokai cried, "Pearl and I have been together since we were hatchlings!" "You'll adjust to the new companion quickly. Don't argue with me, please, little one." When he'd gone, Maokai put her nose to Pearl's face. "No worries," she said with shaky confidence. "No one will take you from me, my friend. I'll think of something." [/center]
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I just wanted to say that banner art with Strider is awesome:D I just noticed it

@Decaffeinated here's my lore:)

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"Wow," gushed Maokai. "You look more like a princess than I do."
Pearl looked over to the mirror. Her purple-pink scales did look splendid with the white flowers. And her pearl shone more colorfully than most, which made the fabric of the Dryad's Guise look shimmery. She allowed herself a small smile.
The lair bell tolled just then, humming with authority through the stone floor. Maokai looked towards the door, and panic tore through Pearl.
"Get it off me!" She struggled with the armholes, dropping her pearl in the process. It cracked on the ground, sending a violent shudder through her. "Please! The king will be here any second!"
Maokai laughed. "I told you it'll be fine. Maybe we should leave it, just to see how he'll react."
"Maokai--"
She didn't get to finish her sentence, because a knock sounded at the door. Maokai bounced over to open it, and Pearl could do nothing but fearfully inspect the jagged crack in her pearl.
"Hello, Father."
"Good morning, Maokai," the ancient Imperial king's voice boomed. He stepped into the room, ducking to avoid the top of the doorway. "They're having your favorite for lunch today, swan." He glanced casually over at Pearl, and she froze. "What's this?"
Maokai giggled and came to stand beside her companion. "Looks good, right? I figured, why can't the servants wear apparel too? Pearl deserves to look pretty, doesn't she?"
The king was silent for a moment. Pearl was quite sure she was about to throw up.
"I was worried she'd corrupt you eventually," he said finally. "Making you give up your most important possessions is only the first step. I told Calanthe we never should have taken in a Plague dragon. We'll have to terminate this companion and order you a new one. Now come along to lunch, dear."
He turned and started to leave. Maokai stared after him, stammering. Pearl felt her eyes welling up. Terminated.
"But, Father," Maokai cried, "Pearl and I have been together since we were hatchlings!"
"You'll adjust to the new companion quickly. Don't argue with me, please, little one."
When he'd gone, Maokai put her nose to Pearl's face. "No worries," she said with shaky confidence. "No one will take you from me, my friend. I'll think of something."
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@Moonchild42 Thank you! I can't take the credit though, that was all @alitema!
@Moonchild42 Thank you! I can't take the credit though, that was all @alitema!
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