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TOPIC | Writer's Rescue: Lore Galore!
@mermaidlorelei
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I would love to adopt and write something for this Skydancer if she is still available! She would be perfect for a part of my Clans lore! :D
@mermaidlorelei
I would love to adopt and write something for this Skydancer if she is still available! She would be perfect for a part of my Clans lore! :D
I would love to adopt and write something for this Skydancer if she is still available! She would be perfect for a part of my Clans lore! :D
@mermaidlorelei
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(Am I doing this right?) she would make a perfect pair in my lair!
Her roots are in Light, yet something always pulls her from the starry heavens down to the life and bustle of the world below. There is something about the liveliness and happiness that she cannot shake, something she remembers...
IN THE BEGINNING:
She had always longed to become one of the stars above, twinkling playfully and shining bright and true, her companions in the lonely dark. One fateful night, while wandering the skies, she happened upon a gate of shining gold. “Do you wish to climb to the heavens, to become that very star you have always wanted to be?” asked a sleek dragon with shimmering scales of moonlight. His moonlit voice had all the promise of fulfilling the longing she had for the night sky. Naturally, she said she had always wanted to become one of the stars. Who could ignore the lure of those bright golden crystals of light, hanging in the sky just out of reach? “But, there is a price,” he whispered softly. “You will forget your past and become eternally unaware of your past, only knowing your longing to watch over the world.” He gestured to the perfect bluish-green globe below. It was equally alluring as the universe above, filled with possibilities of a better life. Well, almost. She considered. Her days on the middle world had been good, she had many memories that she treasured from her hatchling days, memories that would vanish and never come back. If she accepted, her life would be wiped away like words from a slate, she would be forever clueless of her life as she knew it. But oh, to become a beacon of light in the dark, velvety sky! That thought overpowered her and she agreed, ascending to the galaxy above. And now, here she still stands, with everything to learn about her past, pondering her mysterious origins day after day, year after year, forever.
@mermaidlorelei
(Am I doing this right?) she would make a perfect pair in my lair!
Her roots are in Light, yet something always pulls her from the starry heavens down to the life and bustle of the world below. There is something about the liveliness and happiness that she cannot shake, something she remembers...
IN THE BEGINNING:
She had always longed to become one of the stars above, twinkling playfully and shining bright and true, her companions in the lonely dark. One fateful night, while wandering the skies, she happened upon a gate of shining gold. “Do you wish to climb to the heavens, to become that very star you have always wanted to be?” asked a sleek dragon with shimmering scales of moonlight. His moonlit voice had all the promise of fulfilling the longing she had for the night sky. Naturally, she said she had always wanted to become one of the stars. Who could ignore the lure of those bright golden crystals of light, hanging in the sky just out of reach? “But, there is a price,” he whispered softly. “You will forget your past and become eternally unaware of your past, only knowing your longing to watch over the world.” He gestured to the perfect bluish-green globe below. It was equally alluring as the universe above, filled with possibilities of a better life. Well, almost. She considered. Her days on the middle world had been good, she had many memories that she treasured from her hatchling days, memories that would vanish and never come back. If she accepted, her life would be wiped away like words from a slate, she would be forever clueless of her life as she knew it. But oh, to become a beacon of light in the dark, velvety sky! That thought overpowered her and she agreed, ascending to the galaxy above. And now, here she still stands, with everything to learn about her past, pondering her mysterious origins day after day, year after year, forever.
(Am I doing this right?) she would make a perfect pair in my lair!
Her roots are in Light, yet something always pulls her from the starry heavens down to the life and bustle of the world below. There is something about the liveliness and happiness that she cannot shake, something she remembers...
IN THE BEGINNING:
She had always longed to become one of the stars above, twinkling playfully and shining bright and true, her companions in the lonely dark. One fateful night, while wandering the skies, she happened upon a gate of shining gold. “Do you wish to climb to the heavens, to become that very star you have always wanted to be?” asked a sleek dragon with shimmering scales of moonlight. His moonlit voice had all the promise of fulfilling the longing she had for the night sky. Naturally, she said she had always wanted to become one of the stars. Who could ignore the lure of those bright golden crystals of light, hanging in the sky just out of reach? “But, there is a price,” he whispered softly. “You will forget your past and become eternally unaware of your past, only knowing your longing to watch over the world.” He gestured to the perfect bluish-green globe below. It was equally alluring as the universe above, filled with possibilities of a better life. Well, almost. She considered. Her days on the middle world had been good, she had many memories that she treasured from her hatchling days, memories that would vanish and never come back. If she accepted, her life would be wiped away like words from a slate, she would be forever clueless of her life as she knew it. But oh, to become a beacon of light in the dark, velvety sky! That thought overpowered her and she agreed, ascending to the galaxy above. And now, here she still stands, with everything to learn about her past, pondering her mysterious origins day after day, year after year, forever.
@Pipirii She's held for you!
@DragonLover999 Eternity has a heavy price. (I'll need a name for her before I can send her to you.)
@DragonLover999 Eternity has a heavy price. (I'll need a name for her before I can send her to you.)
@Pipirii She's held for you!
@DragonLover999 Eternity has a heavy price. (I'll need a name for her before I can send her to you.)
@DragonLover999 Eternity has a heavy price. (I'll need a name for her before I can send her to you.)
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@mermaidlorelei named Eternity please, to match her lore!
(Also, to clarify: if I ping you with the name before the next day but you do not see it until then, will the dragon’s hold be removed?)
(Also, to clarify: if I ping you with the name before the next day but you do not see it until then, will the dragon’s hold be removed?)
@mermaidlorelei named Eternity please, to match her lore!
(Also, to clarify: if I ping you with the name before the next day but you do not see it until then, will the dragon’s hold be removed?)
(Also, to clarify: if I ping you with the name before the next day but you do not see it until then, will the dragon’s hold be removed?)
@Decaffeinated @Viviwren
It's been quite some time since I wrote anything... I'm a bit rusty ^^" Hope you like it nonetheless...
I renamed the boy Neith, if that's ok with you :3
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Most of Neith’s earliest memories revolved around a very strict training regimen. He was son of Sickle, The Scion of the Sun, and Scythe, The Devil of the East, who controlled a large territory in the Wandering Contagion bordering Driftwood Drag. Brought up with great care, he was taught the ways of combat and hunting befitting his standing as an Effluvial Crow.
As Neith grew older he roamed the edges of The Wandering Contagion to lure out and infect stray or foreign dragons that were considered to be “worthy foes” in order to push them into what his parents called “a pure fight”. Even though the young dragon was unsure about the meaning of those phrases, he committed himself to the usual practice of the clan. To use his infection as a means to draw out the fullest of their opponent’s strengths and putting himself against that force did appeal to all of his senses and gave him a certain feeling of fulfillment and pride. Some say, that offspring with a penchant for a more patient brand of cunning inherited it from Scythe’s side and Neith had definitely inherited the cunning and clever side of his mother’s demeanor. While being a good fighter, Neith could always was a very loyal friend and ally. To the chagrin of others, he also has a quite sarcastic sense of humor, as he is quick to make witty or snarky remarks. Like most Crows, Neith possesses a certain sense of arrogance and tends to sometimes make tactless comparisons on ‘others’ and ‘him’, which tends to annoy his friends greatly.
But as he advanced towards the end of his training, Neith started to feel the world around him closing in on him, getting smaller every passing day. Despite his skills and eagerness to fulfill his role in the clan, the young dragon was just not able to settle down. Instead of just following his own nature as a Crow, he struggled with the restrictions and expectations he put on himself. Over time, he started locking in by the situation and emotions resulting in not being able to fully stretch his wings and not reaching his full potential.
[b]“Sickle, have a word with your gumplefik son! Him being antsy, jittery, fidgety even with all the fights he’s getting himself into is driving me crazy! I think he’s finally ready; his sisters left the nest ages ago. Let’s consult the Feathers and see, what the future holds in store for him…”[/b] – Over the years, Neith had collected red wing feathers from his closest friends, loyal companions in arms as well as his family to form his very own compilation of Fortune Feathers, for he was one of the more sentimental dragons that prefer to keep his dearest ones close and ask for their guidance through his form of fortune telling. All he needed for his very first telling was the first taste of gold: the special token he had worked so hard for during his battles and the very symbol of him reaching maturity.
This occasion required a Complex Fortune Reading, one that would guide Neith through all the important questions he had regarding the upcoming life changing events. The moment the young one started to grow restless; Sickle had started gilding a gold token for his son. It had the characters for ‘Advantageous Start’ carved at its center, placed on a deep sanguine background that was pooled from a mixture of resin and red pigments.
Three flips for the past, three for the present and another three for the future. Nine feathers between him and the freedom he was longing for. Today, he would escape. After all his years training and molding himself to the perfect Crow, he had started to loose part of himself inside the strict regimen. Sometimes he couldn’t even see the goal, like he had awoken to a world painted in red and the bittersweet smell of smoke and rot. The last few years had been the worst. His very being, so accustomed to draw out the very best inside the opponent he was facing to create the purest of fights, so adept at evaluating every nuance of the encounter, had begun deceiving him in his own grow. He would gather the very heat from his own body, soaking his eyes in those reds and flung his very being at his opponent. His personal dungeon was shaped in the very battle he was fighting with every battle. And just nine feathers could set him free from all of it.
In the early morning chill, Neith and those closest to him gathered at the square right outside the clans housing area. Just thinking about the Reading had made him slowe down to make the road last longer. At the same time, he couldn’t wait to arrive and wished he’d already be over with it.
[b]“Are you ready?”[/b] His best friend asked him, there was a mischievous little twist to his lips as he was eager to see, what the reading would reveal. Neith raised a brow at him, pretending to be mildly annoyed about the whole situation and came to a stand next to him.
[b]“Let’s just say that I just want it to be over with and get out of here. I want to do more with my life than just roaming the Wandering Contagion ‘till the day I die.”[/b]
The Wildclaw looked askant at his friend, just shaking his head. [b]“You are as blunt as ever, Neith. Don't jinx it! Get started with that Reading already ...”[/b]
Neith rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck to one side and then the other, each giving a satisfying little pop, then reached inside his parcel to get the special Token his father gilded for him as well as the nine feathers he himself had chosen the day before.
[b]“Are you ready”[/b], Sickle asked. One more, he had to deal with the same question.
[b]“I’ll manage.”[/b]“
He always does,” his mother added in on the discussion. Her eyes were clear and cold.
[b]“I’d like to get started now, if you don’t mind…”[/b]
Three short feathers, colored in the deepest red, aligned in front of their eyes. Neith stared hard at them and he felt, like he’d been hit in the stomach. The feelings that had tormented him for so long were spelled out right in front of his eyes:
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[b]“Relent, Release. One was confined, a prisoner who’s about to be released and will be allowed to move away. I will be set free from obligations and commitments that constricted me in the past.”[/b][/center]
The young Crow didn’t notice he had clamped his eyes shut until he heard the rustle of cloths as someone was moving right next to him. Opening his eyes the young dragon reached for the second batch of feathers while being unable to actually look anyone in the eye. Short, long, long--the drawing for the present revealed.
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/yrkiUCW.png[/img]
[b]“Pleasure, Excitement. The state or feeling of being gratified, a source of enjoyment or delight opens up for one. The condition of being excited and being able to go in search of pleasure an enjoyment. The future about to open in front of one, ready to be taken and explored.”[/b][/center]
Neith paused, and if anything, his best friend thought he looked rather pleased with the outcome so far even though he tried to hide it from everyone. He grinned knowingly as he saw the excited gleam in Neith’s eyes.
One more; the last reading was about the future and whatever the young one was hoping for, this time the feathers would reveal something even he would be unaware of. This meant, there was only one way of finding out… so he grabbed the last few feathers, tossed the token and put down three long, beautifully colored feathers on the floor.
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fW5bgcP.png[/img]
[b]“Persistence, Tenacity. One has to be extremely persistent in adhering to or doing something. There is a need of a stubborn and relentless heart. Whatever lies ahead, one purpose could only be reached by proceed without looking back, relentlessly and consistently.”[/b][/center]
Something shifted. At first, Neith thought it was the world around him that turned upside down, but it wasn’t. Something had changed inside him. The young dragon leaned back, trying to calm his racing heart as his emotions were still a jumble. It wasn’t a loss, it was a new beginning. When feelings change and one is at their most insecure, it's a matter of personal survival to let go. It's not always meant to hurt, but it often does.
The silence stretched on for an awfully long time. Standing up, Neith felt that familiar tightness in his chest again, but he wasn’t able to put anymore thoughts into words. He just didn’t knew the ones that could convey this feelings. There was only one thing left to do. So, he turned and left. His family couldn’t help but watch him go, his figure svelte, powerful, and well known to all of them; but they kept their glance brief. Neith set off and disappeared into the distance, breaking out in a new direction toward a new chapter in his life.
@Decaffeinated @Viviwren
It's been quite some time since I wrote anything... I'm a bit rusty ^^" Hope you like it nonetheless...
I renamed the boy Neith, if that's ok with you :3
Most of Neith’s earliest memories revolved around a very strict training regimen. He was son of Sickle, The Scion of the Sun, and Scythe, The Devil of the East, who controlled a large territory in the Wandering Contagion bordering Driftwood Drag. Brought up with great care, he was taught the ways of combat and hunting befitting his standing as an Effluvial Crow.
As Neith grew older he roamed the edges of The Wandering Contagion to lure out and infect stray or foreign dragons that were considered to be “worthy foes” in order to push them into what his parents called “a pure fight”. Even though the young dragon was unsure about the meaning of those phrases, he committed himself to the usual practice of the clan. To use his infection as a means to draw out the fullest of their opponent’s strengths and putting himself against that force did appeal to all of his senses and gave him a certain feeling of fulfillment and pride. Some say, that offspring with a penchant for a more patient brand of cunning inherited it from Scythe’s side and Neith had definitely inherited the cunning and clever side of his mother’s demeanor. While being a good fighter, Neith could always was a very loyal friend and ally. To the chagrin of others, he also has a quite sarcastic sense of humor, as he is quick to make witty or snarky remarks. Like most Crows, Neith possesses a certain sense of arrogance and tends to sometimes make tactless comparisons on ‘others’ and ‘him’, which tends to annoy his friends greatly.
But as he advanced towards the end of his training, Neith started to feel the world around him closing in on him, getting smaller every passing day. Despite his skills and eagerness to fulfill his role in the clan, the young dragon was just not able to settle down. Instead of just following his own nature as a Crow, he struggled with the restrictions and expectations he put on himself. Over time, he started locking in by the situation and emotions resulting in not being able to fully stretch his wings and not reaching his full potential.
“Sickle, have a word with your gumplefik son! Him being antsy, jittery, fidgety even with all the fights he’s getting himself into is driving me crazy! I think he’s finally ready; his sisters left the nest ages ago. Let’s consult the Feathers and see, what the future holds in store for him…” – Over the years, Neith had collected red wing feathers from his closest friends, loyal companions in arms as well as his family to form his very own compilation of Fortune Feathers, for he was one of the more sentimental dragons that prefer to keep his dearest ones close and ask for their guidance through his form of fortune telling. All he needed for his very first telling was the first taste of gold: the special token he had worked so hard for during his battles and the very symbol of him reaching maturity.
This occasion required a Complex Fortune Reading, one that would guide Neith through all the important questions he had regarding the upcoming life changing events. The moment the young one started to grow restless; Sickle had started gilding a gold token for his son. It had the characters for ‘Advantageous Start’ carved at its center, placed on a deep sanguine background that was pooled from a mixture of resin and red pigments.
Three flips for the past, three for the present and another three for the future. Nine feathers between him and the freedom he was longing for. Today, he would escape. After all his years training and molding himself to the perfect Crow, he had started to loose part of himself inside the strict regimen. Sometimes he couldn’t even see the goal, like he had awoken to a world painted in red and the bittersweet smell of smoke and rot. The last few years had been the worst. His very being, so accustomed to draw out the very best inside the opponent he was facing to create the purest of fights, so adept at evaluating every nuance of the encounter, had begun deceiving him in his own grow. He would gather the very heat from his own body, soaking his eyes in those reds and flung his very being at his opponent. His personal dungeon was shaped in the very battle he was fighting with every battle. And just nine feathers could set him free from all of it.
In the early morning chill, Neith and those closest to him gathered at the square right outside the clans housing area. Just thinking about the Reading had made him slowe down to make the road last longer. At the same time, he couldn’t wait to arrive and wished he’d already be over with it.
“Are you ready?” His best friend asked him, there was a mischievous little twist to his lips as he was eager to see, what the reading would reveal. Neith raised a brow at him, pretending to be mildly annoyed about the whole situation and came to a stand next to him.
“Let’s just say that I just want it to be over with and get out of here. I want to do more with my life than just roaming the Wandering Contagion ‘till the day I die.”
The Wildclaw looked askant at his friend, just shaking his head. “You are as blunt as ever, Neith. Don't jinx it! Get started with that Reading already ...”
Neith rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck to one side and then the other, each giving a satisfying little pop, then reached inside his parcel to get the special Token his father gilded for him as well as the nine feathers he himself had chosen the day before.
“Are you ready”, Sickle asked. One more, he had to deal with the same question.
“I’ll manage.”“
He always does,” his mother added in on the discussion. Her eyes were clear and cold.
“I’d like to get started now, if you don’t mind…”
Three short feathers, colored in the deepest red, aligned in front of their eyes. Neith stared hard at them and he felt, like he’d been hit in the stomach. The feelings that had tormented him for so long were spelled out right in front of his eyes:
“Relent, Release. One was confined, a prisoner who’s about to be released and will be allowed to move away. I will be set free from obligations and commitments that constricted me in the past.”
The young Crow didn’t notice he had clamped his eyes shut until he heard the rustle of cloths as someone was moving right next to him. Opening his eyes the young dragon reached for the second batch of feathers while being unable to actually look anyone in the eye. Short, long, long--the drawing for the present revealed.
“Pleasure, Excitement. The state or feeling of being gratified, a source of enjoyment or delight opens up for one. The condition of being excited and being able to go in search of pleasure an enjoyment. The future about to open in front of one, ready to be taken and explored.”
Neith paused, and if anything, his best friend thought he looked rather pleased with the outcome so far even though he tried to hide it from everyone. He grinned knowingly as he saw the excited gleam in Neith’s eyes.
One more; the last reading was about the future and whatever the young one was hoping for, this time the feathers would reveal something even he would be unaware of. This meant, there was only one way of finding out… so he grabbed the last few feathers, tossed the token and put down three long, beautifully colored feathers on the floor.
“Persistence, Tenacity. One has to be extremely persistent in adhering to or doing something. There is a need of a stubborn and relentless heart. Whatever lies ahead, one purpose could only be reached by proceed without looking back, relentlessly and consistently.”
Something shifted. At first, Neith thought it was the world around him that turned upside down, but it wasn’t. Something had changed inside him. The young dragon leaned back, trying to calm his racing heart as his emotions were still a jumble. It wasn’t a loss, it was a new beginning. When feelings change and one is at their most insecure, it's a matter of personal survival to let go. It's not always meant to hurt, but it often does.
The silence stretched on for an awfully long time. Standing up, Neith felt that familiar tightness in his chest again, but he wasn’t able to put anymore thoughts into words. He just didn’t knew the ones that could convey this feelings. There was only one thing left to do. So, he turned and left. His family couldn’t help but watch him go, his figure svelte, powerful, and well known to all of them; but they kept their glance brief. Neith set off and disappeared into the distance, breaking out in a new direction toward a new chapter in his life.
It's been quite some time since I wrote anything... I'm a bit rusty ^^" Hope you like it nonetheless...
I renamed the boy Neith, if that's ok with you :3
Most of Neith’s earliest memories revolved around a very strict training regimen. He was son of Sickle, The Scion of the Sun, and Scythe, The Devil of the East, who controlled a large territory in the Wandering Contagion bordering Driftwood Drag. Brought up with great care, he was taught the ways of combat and hunting befitting his standing as an Effluvial Crow.
As Neith grew older he roamed the edges of The Wandering Contagion to lure out and infect stray or foreign dragons that were considered to be “worthy foes” in order to push them into what his parents called “a pure fight”. Even though the young dragon was unsure about the meaning of those phrases, he committed himself to the usual practice of the clan. To use his infection as a means to draw out the fullest of their opponent’s strengths and putting himself against that force did appeal to all of his senses and gave him a certain feeling of fulfillment and pride. Some say, that offspring with a penchant for a more patient brand of cunning inherited it from Scythe’s side and Neith had definitely inherited the cunning and clever side of his mother’s demeanor. While being a good fighter, Neith could always was a very loyal friend and ally. To the chagrin of others, he also has a quite sarcastic sense of humor, as he is quick to make witty or snarky remarks. Like most Crows, Neith possesses a certain sense of arrogance and tends to sometimes make tactless comparisons on ‘others’ and ‘him’, which tends to annoy his friends greatly.
But as he advanced towards the end of his training, Neith started to feel the world around him closing in on him, getting smaller every passing day. Despite his skills and eagerness to fulfill his role in the clan, the young dragon was just not able to settle down. Instead of just following his own nature as a Crow, he struggled with the restrictions and expectations he put on himself. Over time, he started locking in by the situation and emotions resulting in not being able to fully stretch his wings and not reaching his full potential.
“Sickle, have a word with your gumplefik son! Him being antsy, jittery, fidgety even with all the fights he’s getting himself into is driving me crazy! I think he’s finally ready; his sisters left the nest ages ago. Let’s consult the Feathers and see, what the future holds in store for him…” – Over the years, Neith had collected red wing feathers from his closest friends, loyal companions in arms as well as his family to form his very own compilation of Fortune Feathers, for he was one of the more sentimental dragons that prefer to keep his dearest ones close and ask for their guidance through his form of fortune telling. All he needed for his very first telling was the first taste of gold: the special token he had worked so hard for during his battles and the very symbol of him reaching maturity.
This occasion required a Complex Fortune Reading, one that would guide Neith through all the important questions he had regarding the upcoming life changing events. The moment the young one started to grow restless; Sickle had started gilding a gold token for his son. It had the characters for ‘Advantageous Start’ carved at its center, placed on a deep sanguine background that was pooled from a mixture of resin and red pigments.
Three flips for the past, three for the present and another three for the future. Nine feathers between him and the freedom he was longing for. Today, he would escape. After all his years training and molding himself to the perfect Crow, he had started to loose part of himself inside the strict regimen. Sometimes he couldn’t even see the goal, like he had awoken to a world painted in red and the bittersweet smell of smoke and rot. The last few years had been the worst. His very being, so accustomed to draw out the very best inside the opponent he was facing to create the purest of fights, so adept at evaluating every nuance of the encounter, had begun deceiving him in his own grow. He would gather the very heat from his own body, soaking his eyes in those reds and flung his very being at his opponent. His personal dungeon was shaped in the very battle he was fighting with every battle. And just nine feathers could set him free from all of it.
In the early morning chill, Neith and those closest to him gathered at the square right outside the clans housing area. Just thinking about the Reading had made him slowe down to make the road last longer. At the same time, he couldn’t wait to arrive and wished he’d already be over with it.
“Are you ready?” His best friend asked him, there was a mischievous little twist to his lips as he was eager to see, what the reading would reveal. Neith raised a brow at him, pretending to be mildly annoyed about the whole situation and came to a stand next to him.
“Let’s just say that I just want it to be over with and get out of here. I want to do more with my life than just roaming the Wandering Contagion ‘till the day I die.”
The Wildclaw looked askant at his friend, just shaking his head. “You are as blunt as ever, Neith. Don't jinx it! Get started with that Reading already ...”
Neith rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck to one side and then the other, each giving a satisfying little pop, then reached inside his parcel to get the special Token his father gilded for him as well as the nine feathers he himself had chosen the day before.
“Are you ready”, Sickle asked. One more, he had to deal with the same question.
“I’ll manage.”“
He always does,” his mother added in on the discussion. Her eyes were clear and cold.
“I’d like to get started now, if you don’t mind…”
Three short feathers, colored in the deepest red, aligned in front of their eyes. Neith stared hard at them and he felt, like he’d been hit in the stomach. The feelings that had tormented him for so long were spelled out right in front of his eyes:
“Relent, Release. One was confined, a prisoner who’s about to be released and will be allowed to move away. I will be set free from obligations and commitments that constricted me in the past.”
The young Crow didn’t notice he had clamped his eyes shut until he heard the rustle of cloths as someone was moving right next to him. Opening his eyes the young dragon reached for the second batch of feathers while being unable to actually look anyone in the eye. Short, long, long--the drawing for the present revealed.
“Pleasure, Excitement. The state or feeling of being gratified, a source of enjoyment or delight opens up for one. The condition of being excited and being able to go in search of pleasure an enjoyment. The future about to open in front of one, ready to be taken and explored.”
Neith paused, and if anything, his best friend thought he looked rather pleased with the outcome so far even though he tried to hide it from everyone. He grinned knowingly as he saw the excited gleam in Neith’s eyes.
One more; the last reading was about the future and whatever the young one was hoping for, this time the feathers would reveal something even he would be unaware of. This meant, there was only one way of finding out… so he grabbed the last few feathers, tossed the token and put down three long, beautifully colored feathers on the floor.
“Persistence, Tenacity. One has to be extremely persistent in adhering to or doing something. There is a need of a stubborn and relentless heart. Whatever lies ahead, one purpose could only be reached by proceed without looking back, relentlessly and consistently.”
Something shifted. At first, Neith thought it was the world around him that turned upside down, but it wasn’t. Something had changed inside him. The young dragon leaned back, trying to calm his racing heart as his emotions were still a jumble. It wasn’t a loss, it was a new beginning. When feelings change and one is at their most insecure, it's a matter of personal survival to let go. It's not always meant to hurt, but it often does.
The silence stretched on for an awfully long time. Standing up, Neith felt that familiar tightness in his chest again, but he wasn’t able to put anymore thoughts into words. He just didn’t knew the ones that could convey this feelings. There was only one thing left to do. So, he turned and left. His family couldn’t help but watch him go, his figure svelte, powerful, and well known to all of them; but they kept their glance brief. Neith set off and disappeared into the distance, breaking out in a new direction toward a new chapter in his life.
@mermaidlorelei
Lore for the Skydancer you're holding, i've named her Cordelia.
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Life has mysterious ways of guiding you to exactly where you need to be and always was said to be true of Cordelia; always where she was needed.
From youth, she was gifted with a sight beyond the normal--
Capable of predicting that which is to come and seeing that which has already passed though such gifts never come for free and long since has Cordelia paid the price for it.
Back in her youth, Cordelia did not understand what the fleeting and confusing visions meant. She could scarcely even defend herself, let alone put together the mysteries that the grander universe seemed fit to grant her.
Even less so when the first of them to come robbed her of her sight; the world forever plunged into darkness, basic tasks now close to impossible for what was once a young dragon.
It had taken years for Cordelia to grow confidence enough to roam, the courage enough to allow darkness to comfort her instead of distress; a blessing from the Shadowbinder, she surmised. If the goddess cared enough to even bless her followers, that was--
It certainly was far from a blessing when her visions, ever vivid but ever cryptic, lead her to the borders of both Shadow and Plague. Beneath refined claws, she could feel the tainted land; each step brought a grimace to her features, the smell was putrid and brought bile to her maw.
"Vile--..." She grunts, wings curled close to her side. Her snout turns, taking a... very shallow breath inwards; taking scent as feathers twitched, listening. She was close, she had to be.
Her head turns upwards, allowing the wind to shift and ruffle both feathers and fur alike. "This had better be worth it." She spoke aloud to any Deity that deigned fit to actually listen to her.
Another soft huff is given before she continues forwards, head shook as she slowly but surely made her way along a small cliff side at the far edges of the plague riddled territory. There should be [i]some[/i] sign here, some---
"Ah." Cordelia's attention shifts as the rock wall did so in kind and she adjusts to stand upon her hind legs. A large tail coils outwards, narrowly avoiding the pastel dragon's form. Therein, she stepped over it and stood at full height before the darkened form of the Guardian dragon before her.
"My due apologies." Cordelia speaks out, a smirk curling over her maw. Her wings extend outwards, form dipping down in a polite bow. "I believe I am here to speak to your... Leader."
A low grumble was the only given verbal answer, the sound of shifting further greets Cordelia before silence once again. The Skydancer's expression falls flat, sitting in the virulent dirt with a snort.
Well, that went well.
Hardly a minute rolled by before there was noise further, similar shifting--
The Guardian had returned with a friend, Cordelia surmised as footfall graced her ears. Low murmurs then shift to a clear voice addressing her, "You asked for me, stranger?"
Oh, progress!
"Greetings, dear. I..." Her form sweeps down again to offer a flamboyant bow, "-am Cordelia and in years to come, you will require my council."
@mermaidlorelei
Lore for the Skydancer you're holding, i've named her Cordelia.
Life has mysterious ways of guiding you to exactly where you need to be and always was said to be true of Cordelia; always where she was needed.
From youth, she was gifted with a sight beyond the normal--
Capable of predicting that which is to come and seeing that which has already passed though such gifts never come for free and long since has Cordelia paid the price for it.
Back in her youth, Cordelia did not understand what the fleeting and confusing visions meant. She could scarcely even defend herself, let alone put together the mysteries that the grander universe seemed fit to grant her.
Even less so when the first of them to come robbed her of her sight; the world forever plunged into darkness, basic tasks now close to impossible for what was once a young dragon.
It had taken years for Cordelia to grow confidence enough to roam, the courage enough to allow darkness to comfort her instead of distress; a blessing from the Shadowbinder, she surmised. If the goddess cared enough to even bless her followers, that was--
It certainly was far from a blessing when her visions, ever vivid but ever cryptic, lead her to the borders of both Shadow and Plague. Beneath refined claws, she could feel the tainted land; each step brought a grimace to her features, the smell was putrid and brought bile to her maw.
"Vile--..." She grunts, wings curled close to her side. Her snout turns, taking a... very shallow breath inwards; taking scent as feathers twitched, listening. She was close, she had to be.
Her head turns upwards, allowing the wind to shift and ruffle both feathers and fur alike. "This had better be worth it." She spoke aloud to any Deity that deigned fit to actually listen to her.
Another soft huff is given before she continues forwards, head shook as she slowly but surely made her way along a small cliff side at the far edges of the plague riddled territory. There should be some sign here, some---
"Ah." Cordelia's attention shifts as the rock wall did so in kind and she adjusts to stand upon her hind legs. A large tail coils outwards, narrowly avoiding the pastel dragon's form. Therein, she stepped over it and stood at full height before the darkened form of the Guardian dragon before her.
"My due apologies." Cordelia speaks out, a smirk curling over her maw. Her wings extend outwards, form dipping down in a polite bow. "I believe I am here to speak to your... Leader."
A low grumble was the only given verbal answer, the sound of shifting further greets Cordelia before silence once again. The Skydancer's expression falls flat, sitting in the virulent dirt with a snort.
Well, that went well.
Hardly a minute rolled by before there was noise further, similar shifting--
The Guardian had returned with a friend, Cordelia surmised as footfall graced her ears. Low murmurs then shift to a clear voice addressing her, "You asked for me, stranger?"
Oh, progress!
"Greetings, dear. I..." Her form sweeps down again to offer a flamboyant bow, "-am Cordelia and in years to come, you will require my council."
Lore for the Skydancer you're holding, i've named her Cordelia.
Life has mysterious ways of guiding you to exactly where you need to be and always was said to be true of Cordelia; always where she was needed.
From youth, she was gifted with a sight beyond the normal--
Capable of predicting that which is to come and seeing that which has already passed though such gifts never come for free and long since has Cordelia paid the price for it.
Back in her youth, Cordelia did not understand what the fleeting and confusing visions meant. She could scarcely even defend herself, let alone put together the mysteries that the grander universe seemed fit to grant her.
Even less so when the first of them to come robbed her of her sight; the world forever plunged into darkness, basic tasks now close to impossible for what was once a young dragon.
It had taken years for Cordelia to grow confidence enough to roam, the courage enough to allow darkness to comfort her instead of distress; a blessing from the Shadowbinder, she surmised. If the goddess cared enough to even bless her followers, that was--
It certainly was far from a blessing when her visions, ever vivid but ever cryptic, lead her to the borders of both Shadow and Plague. Beneath refined claws, she could feel the tainted land; each step brought a grimace to her features, the smell was putrid and brought bile to her maw.
"Vile--..." She grunts, wings curled close to her side. Her snout turns, taking a... very shallow breath inwards; taking scent as feathers twitched, listening. She was close, she had to be.
Her head turns upwards, allowing the wind to shift and ruffle both feathers and fur alike. "This had better be worth it." She spoke aloud to any Deity that deigned fit to actually listen to her.
Another soft huff is given before she continues forwards, head shook as she slowly but surely made her way along a small cliff side at the far edges of the plague riddled territory. There should be some sign here, some---
"Ah." Cordelia's attention shifts as the rock wall did so in kind and she adjusts to stand upon her hind legs. A large tail coils outwards, narrowly avoiding the pastel dragon's form. Therein, she stepped over it and stood at full height before the darkened form of the Guardian dragon before her.
"My due apologies." Cordelia speaks out, a smirk curling over her maw. Her wings extend outwards, form dipping down in a polite bow. "I believe I am here to speak to your... Leader."
A low grumble was the only given verbal answer, the sound of shifting further greets Cordelia before silence once again. The Skydancer's expression falls flat, sitting in the virulent dirt with a snort.
Well, that went well.
Hardly a minute rolled by before there was noise further, similar shifting--
The Guardian had returned with a friend, Cordelia surmised as footfall graced her ears. Low murmurs then shift to a clear voice addressing her, "You asked for me, stranger?"
Oh, progress!
"Greetings, dear. I..." Her form sweeps down again to offer a flamboyant bow, "-am Cordelia and in years to come, you will require my council."
@Juri01
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board?
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board?
@Juri01
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board?
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board?
@Juri01
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board? I'd like to link your existing post here so that the Writer's Rescue likewise gets the attention it deserves for providing it too!
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board? I'd like to link your existing post here so that the Writer's Rescue likewise gets the attention it deserves for providing it too!
@Juri01
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board? I'd like to link your existing post here so that the Writer's Rescue likewise gets the attention it deserves for providing it too!
Oh goodness. You? Rusty? Heavens no! It was a very lovely piece and very telling of a typical, healthy Effluvial Crow upbringing.
Needless to say, I'm very pleased that he has found a good home with you; and I look forward to whatever exciting adventures he may find within his new home.
With that said, may I showcase a copy of his story to the subspecies lore board? I'd like to link your existing post here so that the Writer's Rescue likewise gets the attention it deserves for providing it too!
@DragonLover999 No, your lore was accepted, so the time limit was ended. Eternity is on her way to you.
@Pipirii What a self assured little thing. xD I like her. She's on her way.
@Pipirii What a self assured little thing. xD I like her. She's on her way.
@DragonLover999 No, your lore was accepted, so the time limit was ended. Eternity is on her way to you.
@Pipirii What a self assured little thing. xD I like her. She's on her way.
@Pipirii What a self assured little thing. xD I like her. She's on her way.
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