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@Decaffeinated

If the lotto is still open, I'd love to be added :)

[center]@mermaidlorelei I would like to take this girl into my lair. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=55719372] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/557194/55719372_350.png[/img] [/url] (Will likely fix and fancy it up in her bio later if I don’t forget) It was late in the afternoon when the young Ridgeback was called to the meeting her mother has organised. At a slow pace she made her way to the appointed location,not caring whether or not she’ll arrive late and most of her clan mates were already there at their seats in the great hall-some standing,some sitting at a long table and others in the shadows,all heads raised to attention and solemn as they listen to her mother’s soothing alto voice gently rumbling trough the hall. Carefully Astana tiptoed over to an unoccupied spot slightly further from the stage and sat down, wrinkling her snout in a subtle wince at how cold the stone floor is. For a brief moment she wondered how exactly are the others standing it but quickly shoved the sour thought aside and lifted her head up,slightly raising on her hind legs to better see the dragon onstage. “-And with a heavy heart I bring you the news that our space is beginning to grow scarce,therefore one of us must leave..It truly pains me to bring these news,however it appears that we don’t have other options at our arsenal aside from sending someone to our deity-but why? Why do that when they can be spared and live a life elsewhere instead?” A soft rumbling chorus of agreement resounded around the room along with hushed whispers. Anapa swept her gaze over the crowd of fellow clan mates with a gloomy look,noticing a blue starry shape amidst the crowd. Her lovely mate, Ophiuchus leaned sideways on her right and whispered something into her ear. With an uncertain scowl she nodded then clapped her clawed hands loudly five times,effectively ceasing all murmurs and drawing the audience’s attention back to herself. “To keep it fair, we will let the crystal shine its light and choose.” The traveler announces firmly,voice now booming over the public, eliciting a few gasps of surprise and awed oohs from the younger members present. And then all grew silent,watching the blue crystal ball rise in the air as the two dragons on the platform removed their hands from it. Everyone waited with a baited breath to see on whom the light will shine, eyes glued to the crystal. Atasna squirmed a little at the grave silence that suddenly looms over the great hall, not taking her eyes off of the floating object,following the rays until they shine upon her,remaining there. She was chosen. She had to leave. A feeling of dread and sadness filled her as she turned her eyes to her parents both of them looking back at her wistfully. It has to be done. Slowly,Anapa raised her paws and caught the object then handed it back to the male beside her who tucked it back into his satchel that he’s brought for the event. Ophiuchus smiled reassuringly at his daughter and motioned for her to come on stage, the young dragon swallowing heavily before making her way to the wooden circular platform in the centre of the hall,the other dragons present moving aside to make way,creating a path similar to the way Mouses parted the ocean to make way to the promised land. The adolescent walked down this path with her starry wings half flared and chest puffed out,lifting her head high in attempt at hiding her nervousness as she could feel at least thirty pairs of eyes on her, surveying her closely with nothing but sympathy. With a good leap Atasna found herself on the stage on her mother’s left, hurrying to join her side before turning to face to crowd at last. “Three moons prior as I journeyed across Sornienth, I came across a clan buried deep into the willow grove of the Shadowbinder’s kingdom-our home. The clan is more beast than dragon but are no less kindhearted and welcoming. Today at dawn, I reached out to them-the Tainted shadows-and asked if they could shelter one of us...To my joy they accepted.” Atasna frowned slightly in confusion as she listened to her mother’s explanation. [i]Tainted shadows,here in the Tangled woods?? If they’ve been around for a long time-why haven’t I heard anything about them until now? Then again,in the current times it’s probably for the best they’re trying to remain as secluded and enigmatic as possible so to avoid getting even more enemies than they already seem to be having from the very get go. Maybe it’s-[/i] She was yanked out of her musings when her mother turned to her. “-You shall be greeted and escorted by a small group of residents upon arrival. May shadow mother watch over you,dear.” The adolescent female laughed nervously at the semi expectant silence that settled around her and spoke with a sheepish grin,voice wavering and etched with embarrassment while she scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Eeheheh,[i]riiiighty[/i],right... Uh,[i]wheeen[/i] and where was I supposed to go?? I-uh,kiiinda forgot??? About it?” Anapa gave her an incredulous look,making her wince and nearly take a step back in attempt to slink away and out of the great hall. The older dragon stared her for a moment and sighed quietly like she seriously can’t believe she wasn’t paying attention at all. Firmly clearing her throat,coughing into her fist then lowered her voice so that only the young can hear her.... [rule] [size=5]A day later-[/size] [quote][font=cambria] Atasna’s journal [b]Day I at new home [/b] Okay how do I begin this? Today was just crazy positive! I don’t know why,but when I first arrived at Shadow valley near Willow creek-There were like two dragons and their companions. The first is a sarcastic,cheeky Mirror named Inuwa who’s part of the warriors and her brother is a little lighter in colour but a big drama queen(although I think he’s doing it on purpose) and he’s named Noxtur which is a strange name. Celina and Persephona are little on the strict side (however at least the archer has more sense of humour than the falcon wing champion-seriously! That harpy has no chill!) Anyway once we got to Lone cottage or how Nox had dubbed it “the silent circle”, the three had to leave because,warrior duties and training,Celina led me around to Dragons’ roost and left to join the trio. So yeah I kinda wandered around on my own. I really love the views of Eknimauh village and decided to live there to become a healer. [b]Day II[/b] Alright,today for some reason I decided to actually become a messenger temporarily. Right away after signing up, Neron told me the very basics of the job-look at the envelopes for marks,coordinates,person or people the letter is meant for,try to be as speedy as possible and the environment allows,be polite and certainly don’t mumble under your nose when speaking. The list goes on. So while running around,delivering messages to the various clan members-I got to see many of the residents and even chat! Xem is a really nice fellow and the library is already my top favourite place (it’s really cozy inside and there are just so many books!) Next stop was a cottage just a little away from the in-clan trading post and closer to a cute looking cafe,Remira’s sweetness, is a humble cottage with lush gardens. It turns out that the one of the clan performers live there,what was his name again? Ah,Verian. A very cheery and energetic serpent who has interesting style of clothing. Going back up to the Lone cottages I met the guesthouse keeper- Timeth Hraffunson. The painted centaur is the casual,relaxed and easy going type with Scottish accent. We had a few words,and then I was off on the road again. Last but not least stop on my first mail journey was the Sacred temple atop mountain Seer’s grace which also offers a nearly bird’s eye view of the whole clan. Inside the shrine was just so...breathtaking and imposing? Like you can’t yell around and such with altars and all that stuff. One of the monks there tough caught my attention-Latoth. I’ve heard stories about how cruel and sadistic this serthis is but now? The snake that stood before me had no air of such brutality but rather the opposite-humbleness,grace and...gloom? It turns out that he quit his job as a mercenary and became a monk to..repay? In a sense. Not very talkative however does provide information and insight with wisdom in his words. I asked him to teach me how to divine with tarot cards to see how he would react and to my surprise he accepted. (Actually both of us had fun. The dude should smile more often-makes him less grim looking.) Anyway, I gotta go- [b]Day III[/b] Well I’m pretty much officially part of the enigmatic clan(I also can’t write entries all the time so my journal ends here.) I expected to be greeted by wild monsters and suffering dragons but now I see how biased my expectations were. It’s civil and nice. I’m part of the “Potions order” and a healer in training still on novice level (just in case I signed up for the Warrior and Spooky orders,and oh gods don’t I regret it-so many order gatherings to attend to,not to mention regular warrior training. (;-;’) ) I know where the clan leader lives, the archive,the other shrine and other locations. And I just learned why the clan has its name. There are ups-there are downs but in the end all works out in a way. Just like my favourite card-The wheel of fortune. See you later,like the shadows say often-Farewell. [/quote] ____________ Oh goodness that was long,got carried away but I don’t regret anything! Hope you enjoyed reading about my clan!

@decaffeinated

Wow!!

@decaffeinated Hey can you toss me on the permababs and primal eyes Pinglists? Thanks.

@ShadowWyvern15 Glad to see Atasna is getting along well in her new clan!

@Decaffeinated

How long until my lore thing expires? I had to write an essay for school and completely forgot :(

@Decaffeinated [b]TRIGGER WARNING: Violence![/b] Lance’s lore! I’m okay if it’s rejected because I’m late, really sorry about that! :( Blood was all Lance knew. Until he was five years old, his life was perfect. The unseen hand of disease wrenched everything from him. He was 5 years old, a fledgling, bound to the nest. He noticed the change in his mother immediately. After hunting, she came home with a rather large fever and she lay down in the nest for a good 20 hours. When Lance woke her up, she showed confusion. “Who are you,” she asked lazily. Then, as if some unseen switch had been turned, she sat up rigidly. “Who are you? What are you doing in my nest, wretch?” Lance’s eyes turned huge, like dilapidated opals. His heart clenched, forming a tight knot in his chest. “Mother? It’s me…” “Mother, it’s me… WHO ARE YOU? I don’t have a son!” Lance felt fresh tears dripping down his cheeks. “No, mother, stop!” His mother glared. “Get out. My mate will be home for dinner soon, and if you don’t leave us alone I have a very good idea of what it might be..” Lance’s father had died 4 years before. “But I can’t!” Lance cried, eyes swollen. “Please, mother, I’m not aloud to leave the nest!” “Do you think I care?!” She put her face close to his, so he could hear her laboured panting like a crow in his ear. She sucked in a breath, made a growling sound deep in her throat, and with a little grunt she pushed… Out of the nest Lance fell. When he woke it was the dead of night. A cricket chirped next to him. The acid tang of blood filled his mouth. He couldn’t move one of his legs. Blood. He tried to move, but only managed a small limp. More blood, dripping into the earth, covering him. He wanted to fly, but his wings were useless, little things he had it even begun developing.. Blood filled his eyes, his nostrils. Blood. He felt it. The disease rippled through him. He wanted it, wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it. Bloodlust squirmed in his mind. He needed to attack something, anything. His first victim was a crow. Not an Effluvial Crow, just a normal crow. He killed it quickly and efficiently, the strong stench of blood filling the air. It brought him satisfaction and dignity, but this was short-lived. My first kill. He told himself it would be the first of many… Countless days followed. He went from defenceless creatures such as birds to real live dragons. He was a mercenary, but he wasn’t in it for the money. It was all the satisfaction of death. His breath reeked. Disease flowed unrelentingly through his veins, influencing his every move, his every inhale. Through all of this, his story was forgotten. He found that through all of it, he had nothing but a brief memory of his mother, a tiny flash of her pushing him from the nest. He couldn’t even remember his own name. He was now an adult in years, but he was really the same after all. Diseased and bloodthirsty, a monster in a wildclaw’s clothing. He was sharpening his claws on a rock, one of the only activities that gave him satisfaction (other than you-know-what). The more deadly, the more control. The more control, the more joy. Joy came in brief flashes after each death, a tiny spark. He couldn’t remember the time when he had joy in abundance, but he unconsciously yearned for it, day and night. Anyways, sharpening his claws. Quite a normal activity for the nameless assassin. The forest was secluded, a quiet area, where the birds scarcely sung and the trees whispered a quiet song. That’s why he was shocked to see the skydancer. Cloaked in armour, she seemed a regular client. Needed a politician gone, maybe. Maybe she was like him and wanted the satisfaction of death, but just didn’t want to do it herself. But when she spoke, it was different. “My name is Ella,” she spoke. Her voice was a little deep and scratchy, yet left an aura of power behind. He could barely see her face, but her eyes were a commanding green. Lance felt himself strangely captivated, not because she seemed powerful, but because she was so… different. Lance barely wanted to murder her. “What do you want?” he asked gruffly. He couldn’t see under her rusted gold helmet, but he was sure she was smiling. A tiny chuckle resounded. “You have… quite a reputation around these parts. What is your name, crow?” Lance didn’t answer, instead asking abrasively, “What do you want with me?” “Argh, this isn’t working.” Ella pulled out what seemed to be a radio. “Okay, Zircon, I tried being all weird and mysterious but it isn’t working. What do I ask now?” Lance snorted. “Who are you talking to?” He now wanted to kill her a little bit more. “Okay, we know you’re a crow, and possibly diseased, but…” She sighed. “I run an agency for taking down corrupt dictators, some powerful beasts, and… well, we don’t have enough talented assassins. We could use you.” “We?” “My friend… Zircon… and I.” Lance grunted. “No. I’m freelance, I get more kills that way. I’m not getting employed for some goody-two-shoes organization that only kills “bad guys.” No way.” Ella shrugged. “You’re sweating, crow. You want some water?” She held out a little canister filled with water. Lance, who was indeed sweating, grabbed it thankfully. Being hydrated before a kill was always a top priority. The water tasted a little sweet, as if someone had added sugar. Lance felt a pain in his head, then his stomach. Gasping, he crumpled to the ground, clutching his chest. “P-poison,” he managed to gasp out. “Not poison. A cu—“ Lance blacked out. The first thing he saw were his sharp claws. “What happened?” he asked slowly. His head felt so… clear. It was like staring through a foggy window, except the fog was now gone. He saw a rainbow instead. “Gosh… what happened to me?” Memories flooded back. His father’s death, his mother’s grief, the illness. Falling from the nest. His first kill. “I was diseased?” “I’m glad the cure worked.” Ella laughed again, deeper and scarier but a bit more honest this time. “It isn’t really a cure but an implement in your immune system, that speeds the recovery which in turn… banishes the disease.” “Are you trying it on others?” His mother. “That was the only sample. We’ll make more, though.” Ella put a hand on his shoulder. “See you around?” “You’re leaving me?” Lance was astounded. “I don’t even know what just happened. I wanted to kill you, but suddenly I don’t, and suddenly I’m not influenced and…” Lance wanted to cry. “Where do I go now?” “I meant what I said. My company’s motive is a bit different, but we could use a crow working for us…” “It’s Lance.” It struck him like lightning. Ella’s eyes looked confused, so he elaborated, “Lance. My name.” “Oh, that’s great.” Ella sounded slightly bored. “My offer still stands. See you later, I hope.” She winked, and then she was gone. Lance. It’s time to make a new name for myself. Lance smiled, tears trickling down his face. “No more blood.” (If it’s turned down I’ll use this lore somewhere else ^^) [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56483327] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/564834/56483327_350.png[/img] [/url]