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@Decaffeinated

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@Decaffeinated could I claim this girl? [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56913669] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/569137/56913669_350.png[/img] [/url]

@Decaffeinated am i still in time for the timed lotto? if so i'd like to be added!

@decaffeinated I'm snagging Lodel,please. [b]Reader's discretion is advised. Disclaimer: This story is dark-seriously dark at some points. If you can't handle that skip to the more lighter points. It's also long. You were warned.[/b] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57208694] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/572087/57208694_350.png[/img] [/url] [center][I]How this happened?[/i] Incredibly fast yet oddly slow. [I]And how did it all start? Where and when?[/I] With a dream. [I]Oh? Well,c'on! Tell me your story!...By the way..Are you a girl?[/I] Haha,no. So then,my tale begins like any other- Once upon a time,there was a clan and there-in that clan lived two dragons,one being a great nameless fighter and the other a good magus. An interesting match of fate. They,had a hatchling-a son who's got a mixture of their temperaments,almost like a fusion. And like in a fairytale,he had a peculiar ability to use if not practically live in dreams-regardless if they're his own or of others... ---------- You are snuggled against your father,under his wing. As he reads you a tale,your eyelids begin to grow heavy until you drift to slumber,falling into a tunnel of darkness. You emerge from it and find yourself in a gorgeous ethereal field of gold and silver-wheat and edelweiss,above you are cloudless grey skies.You can see it all clearly and vividly feel the cold winds passing you by,toying with your mane and making you shiver. Ahead are tall mountains-proud and imposing. You look around yourself in wonder and spot a candle sitting in front of your tiny paws,so you pick it up and examine it. The rod is a sparkling azure blue with a turquoise circular gem embedded in the middle and the wax is the color of seafoam. You think you like it. Soon you start walking,exploring this vast new place,curious to what else you can find. =3rd person/nobody's POV= The hatchling keeps trudging onwards until the landscape abruptly shifts before him as if a coin was flipped onto its other side. Now he stands amidst a burnt forest,the trees black and without leaves,the ground beneath his feet covered in ashes and a fog of what can be presumed to be smoke is hanging around their barks like a spiderweb or a massive eerie curtain. Lodel's ears lower in unease as a feeling of dread settles in his heart. This is not his-this place is full of emotions that aren't his own. He jolts when he hears the distant and yet loud,and clear rustling of mrtal chains,dragging on the soil slowly and heavily. The sound makes the young dragonet withdraw into himself,green eyes widened with fright as he stares into the distance-watching a figure appear. The silhouette is that of a serpentine man,not very tall yet not dwarfish in height,tattered armor and dark grey robes clinging to his shoulders,the chains on his wrists dragging behind like a weight. Bony angular face,a pale blue color that is marred with scars from a long time ago,icy blue hands clasped together around a metal bowl which has a candle similar to the one in the Imperial's paws exempt a much darker and faded colors. Faded indigo blue leather tunic,a graying beige scaled armor ontop of it and a banner that bears very familiar symbols-beastclan. A Lithetail Assassin! But he doesn't seem to have noticed the little one at all as he slithers forward,heading west into the woods,his breath coming out in long puffs of smoke- fuchsia gaze staring at the horizon blankly. Lodel's body language slowly relaxes a tiny bit and he uncertainly leaps after the serpent,until he was right next to him,wincing at the sound of the shackles. As they progress further,countless of bodies begin to appear,falling on the ground limply. The dragon finches and turns to look at the Serthis to see him..fall on his knees,muttering something under his breath again and again as if haunted. [I]"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...forgive me.."[/I] With a start,Lodel realizes what are these bodies as voices begin to speak-ghosts. They grow louder,more accusing and angry,blaming the snake for everything he did. He watches as the beast clutches at his head,uttering the same words again a little louder,no longer whispering. With each acussation,he sinks lower. [I]"I'm sorry! I didn't have a choice! I know I shouldn't have! I had to!"[/I] [I]Why didn't you spare us?! Monster! We had families! "I couldn't!"[/I] Unable to keep watching this nightmare,Lodel heated up his throat and breathed on the candle,lighting it up with scorching hot air. One of the voices faded. He lit the serpent's candle and another voice faded. Acting on impulse,the young one stomped on one of the chains,shattering it then leaped before the Beastclans member in a defensive stance,breathing another stream of wind and blowing away more of the ghosts,lighting up more candles along the way-making a path. Without waiting,he broke the second chain and grabbed the other by his wrist,noticing that they're now roughly the same height. Lodel took off into a sprint,dragging the other behind. In the distance,Lodel could see a shrine and he sped-reaching it in a matter of minutes. He took the candle from the Serthis' cold hands and placed it in the small shrine's heart,causing a wave of wind to wash over the land like a soundwave. Then he took off once again,pulling the other along with him. He heard an echoing silky smooth and light tenor voice speak-it belongs to the assassin. There's confusion. "Who are you? Where are you leading?" A determined grin curled on the dragon's lips as he answers-"Away from here." ---------- After what feels like hours or eternity of running,the two finally stumbled out of the creepy looking woods and tumbled into a familiar to the Imperial field. So somehow,he returned here. Finally letting go of the man's hand,Lodel took a step forward and turned to face the still baffled serthis,voice now squeaky and cheerful. "I'm Lodel! And I guess I pulled you to my check point!" The hatchling-when did he revert back?-looked up at the frowning beast with a huge grin as he continued talking,resisting the urge to bounce excitedly before him. "And who are you?" "...Latoth." The former mercenary replied then paused for a moment before asking uncertainly,looking around the fields. "..What is a 'check point'?" Lodel gaped in disbelief. He seriously doesn't know?? Hasn't he played video games at all??? Apparently no. "It's uh,a place where you keep coming back to or wake up in after being defeated by an enemy? That has to be it." His satisfied smirk faded as he noticed the scars haven't dissappeared yet. And again without thinking he approached Latoth who stiffened up in subtle alarm-does he expect him to claw at him? Why?-and pressed a paw to his palm,causing a pale yellow glow to appear in it,crawling up until it covered the whole figure. Then the light faded to reveal a...younger version without any scars that grew back to normal in a flash but there were no scars. The monk looking at himself,surprised then smiled at Lodel and the last words the little one heard before he faded were a quiet "Thank you." Two simple words that held great weight and made the hatchling puff up proudly. ----------- [I]What happened next?[/I] I started using my ability to aid others,ridding their nightmares. [I]And who was next? Did you wake up??[/I] Heh,you know I did-after all,I'm here,aren't I? We're both awake,not dreamin'. [I]Oh! Oh! Did you meet any actual ghosts?![/I] Hmm? Have I met any other ghosts? I..suppose I have. Why? [I]Juuust curious. Hey,y'know bout the spirits of the former two clans,right? About the other deities? The Ancients?[/I] Ah,those. Yes,I do but don't reckon seeing them in my dreams. Tough I sure will this month at Noche de los Muertos. They will signal the end of this year and beginning of the new one. [I]So..you'll be sleeping?[/I] No. Should I continue or no? [I]Yes,however when do things get more light?[/I] Now- -------------- The next time he submerged himself in his dreams,he dutifully and eagerly set course towards the mountains,going north. This time here...it seems to be frozen. The landscape shifts again,to a ship sailing and gently rocking on ocean waves. A vague silhouette of a Skydancer stands at the wheel,spinning it left then right to keep the vessel on its current direction-south. In the background,Lodel can hear joyous songs sung by gruff voices and calls,along with the ocassional barks of commands. "Come on,lads! We 'ave trades t' do,teh Delta awaits! Got good deals fer us!" The feminine voice called over,a chorus of "Aye,Captain Adragna!" answering back,the crew rallied. "What's that I be seein'? A newbie aboard? How'd ye get here,laddie?" A warm voice asks curiously without malice,the hatchling whirling around so quickly that he nearly tripped over his own feet and tail,loosing balance. Luckily a calloused large hand caught him before he could even hit the planks. "Woah,careful there,mate!" The hand lowered him carefully back down on his feet,lingering for a second before being removed. When the young one finally lifted his head to look up at his 'savior',he was met with the sight of a short painted centaur who has a friendly face,chiseled jaw and very bushy eyebrows that oddly seem familiar. Like a certain fellow clan mate,within a heartbeat Lodel knew who this person looks like-Tymeth,the one who welcomed him in his cottage on the cold raining night he had stumbled his way blindly after getting lost. He must have appeared quite shaken,because the beast offered a cheeky grin that honestly looks both slightly sheepish and apologetic yet also humorous as he jokes light heartedly- "Well I know meeting new faces can be a wee frightening,but I'm not [I]that[/I] scary,am I?" He answers with a shake of his head then asks-"Mister Tymeth,what are you doing here? Where are we?" A flicker of confusion flashes in the centaur's warm chocolate eyes,smile slightly disappearing as he responds,slowing down his speed of speech unconsciously,hesitancy in his low tenor-almost baritone voice,the Scottish accent very much present. "I don't know who you are talking about,lad,however I do know where we are-aboard the mighty Leviathan! As for myself-my name's Hrafun Alfarinsson,at yer service." Wait,wasn't he from the the legendary Neuma clan? He looks old,with a short beard that's just as bushy as his eyebrows-around in his early fourties or early fifties. Lively and with a sense of humor. "Lodel,my name. Where were you all this time,mister?" The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. For a very brief second,Hrafun's face got a little gloomy. "Hardly ever left this place...Let's just say that I'm keepin' Tidelord company." The meaning hidden behind the jokeing tone and wan smile felt like a sting. This explains it all-the rumors about the abrupt vanishing of this person and the reason he looks old yet not close to elderly. "Then why am I here? I mean,I can turn nightmares to dreams but I don't see anything to fix here? Everything looks..okay and jolly to me." "It does. The key as it seems,may be standing before ye. Though I might sound like I'm off my trolley here,really it's a long shot." A pause-"...I have a hunch as to who this person yer speakin' of might be and our possible connection,so next time you see that lad-say hello from me,alright?" Before he could answer,he woke up in his room. The next night,Tymeth was also present in the meadow,looking utterly lost. Upon seeing the Imperial,he smiled-"Hey there,Lode! Hm? You got somethin' to show me? Then lead the way!" His words are encouraging,tone playful and without waiting,Lodel did so. --- The two arrived on the sailing ship and the guesthouse keeper whistled in amazement,looking around with almost childish interest then froze when he spotted the older man. His dark chocolate eyes were wide with disbelief and shock,mouth ajar in the shape of an 'o',eyebrows up to his hairline. "Hrafun Alfarinsson...dad?" "Long time no see,lad. Heh,look at yourself-nearly as handsome as I was back in my glory days. I..remember now,it's all comin' back to me. But enough with the sappy junk,say why don't we join the other lads for a moment,eh? Sing a song or two?" A bright grin tugged at the younger centaur's lips as he answers-"Why did ye even ask?" And as he stepped forward,he reverted to a child no younger than ten to twelve years of age. Lodel silently watched father and son sing cheerily to various pirate songs along with the rest of the crew,ocassionally joining in a few dances. So I don't just turn nightmares to good dreams-I help make the connection and reunion that fixes the unfinished business-ties the loose ends.-The dragon tought to himself as he observes them. The next morning,the housekeeper seemed more calm and happy. No air of melancholy anymore,just tranquility. No longer restless. -------- The next time he returned to the realm of dreams,Lodel was a teenage dragon. As usual the meadow was traded for yet another place-another nightmare to fix. This one is about a trio of dragons that he can't mistake,standing amidst a bloody arena in the coliseum. This one is like the very first dream he fixed but reversed. Moonlight was with her head in her hands,fins flattened and drooping. By now the candle in his talons had turned into a flute that he started playing,a soothing melody echoing trough the place. The once angered defeated foes turned their attention to him,listening to his song then slowly,one by one followed it. A pale yellow glow sparked within them as they began to hum along then sing,each in their own native language,the light becoming stronger until it enveloped them with only their collective voices sounding. Their scars healed and soon enough,gradually,they all faded with satisfied smiles on their faces-yet their song still echoed long after the spirits disappeared. He didn't wait for the trio to approach him to vocalize their gratitude-he could feel their eyes following him. -------- Lodel,now officially an adult is calmly sitting within the meadow or his check point,looking ahead with a serene smile as he surveys the many different dragons and beasts talking,laughing and just having a good time. Some are young and others old,with a few children and elders scattered here and there-all with either the same or similar ability to his own. Now the Imperial is draped with elegant silks to show off his rank within the new clan he has joined mere months ago since dream journey has started. The skies are blue and the sun is pleasantly creasing his wings,the winds gently playing with his beard and majestic mane. He hums in acknowledgement at something,his grin turning into a knowing smirk as he turns his attention to a small group of youth uncertainly forging towards the mountains,each holding a different colored candle. One journey ended,now a new one begins... The dreamer takes out an antique pocket watch and hums to himself,closing it. It's almost time for the festival and he has volunteered to help with the setup,as well as decour of the stage. I believe that it's time for me to get up else I might over sleep the whole thing.-He thinks with mirth and closes his eyes,submerging into the luscious strands of gold,emerging back into reality. Lodel opened his eyes and lightly shook his head then stretched out in a near feline manner,yawning carelessly,smacking his lips a little. He chuckled in amusement when he hears an annoyed tut from the other side of his room and a low hissing,bass voice grumble disapprovingly- "Must you always announce your waking?" "Ah,but of course,my dear serpentine friend! How else would you know I'm still here,hm? Besides,what's the problem with it,king Tut or should I say Turrath?" A mischevious smirk tugged on the dragon's lips as he teased lightly-"[i]Tura[/I]"?" The young loremaster rolled his obsidian gaze defiantly,clearly not buying it but didn't seem to react much to the teasing nickname,save for shooting a half-hearted icy glance his way-responding nonchalantly. "Whatever." The Imperial all but practically waltzed over to where the young man is seated comfortably in a chair,writing something- probably notes or an essay for school. He peered down at him and purposefully rested his chin on the other's shoulder,testing his luck. They're still on tolerant stage. And he could feel the other tensing up as goosebumps appeared. "Say,don't you have an order gathering to attend? Oh and by the way,did you finish drawing your Tarot deck?" Turrath gave him an unimpressed if not grumpy look and pushed the dragon's head off his shoulder while answering in a matter-of-faculty tone,pushing up glasses. "No-unlike you,mister My-head-is-always-in-the-clouds,I always arrive first at the gatherings. And,no,I haven't yet-still on the major Arcana. And since we are on this note-don't you have an event to attend,old fart?" [I]Serves me right for the nickname.[/I] "Right,right,how much time do I have? It was five-thirty pm,wasn't it?" This time,the Serthis didn't even glance at him as he replies simply-"Nope,it is at three quarter to 4 pm." "Er? Translation,please?" An exasperated sigh escaped the other's lips,sounding like an irritated hiss and Lodel looked down as a small note was almost shoved into his face,written in extremely loopy handwriting were three digits- 3:35,under them in brackets were written four-15:35pm. "Okay,thanks. Wanna come? Get some fresh air for a bit?...What are you doing?" He asked curiously,still peering over Turrath's shoulder. The white quill stopped moving across the parchment then was put into the inkwell,the young writer drumming the fingers of his right hand very lightly on the desk,appearing to be in very deep tought with his brows knitted together in concentration. After a few seconds he shrugged his shoulders and answered casually. "Sure,I suppose. I shall finish my biology studies when we get back." Outside,walking down the road to the south gates to Dragons' roost,Lodel piped up smugly-"Just you know,I am a great diplomat with amazing future-seeing skills." "Sure,and I am the son of a god." Turrath dead-panned,making his companion bark a short laugh. "Fair enough."

@decaffinated
Hi! I started a little write-to-adopt thing of my own, can you please link to it?
https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2787641
Thank you!

@decaffeinated

Hi, I’m going to have to cancel my hold on Lance. My apologies :) I don’t think I’ll be able to revise his lore on time, and someone else deserves to get him quicker. Thanks!

@Decaffeinated
Oh, I won? Cool! I was looking at the Effluvial Crow Subspecies earlier. :3

Alright, I'll get right on that; hopefully I'll have it finished by later tonight if things go well. ^^