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TOPIC | Writer's Rescue: Write to adopt!
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@Ghastjio @onemessyperson @dragonpals @Lynz @Alew @UndeadFae @Self @Xayxayx All entered!

@DragonLover999 Lapis is on his way and you've been entered!

@Razatharia Reilunin is awesome! Looks like he's going to have quite the life ahead of him!

@Anellas What a beautiful use of the prompt! Chipperfield is headed out for his new duties now!
@Ghastjio @onemessyperson @dragonpals @Lynz @Alew @UndeadFae @Self @Xayxayx All entered!

@DragonLover999 Lapis is on his way and you've been entered!

@Razatharia Reilunin is awesome! Looks like he's going to have quite the life ahead of him!

@Anellas What a beautiful use of the prompt! Chipperfield is headed out for his new duties now!
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[center][size=5][b]Lotto Update![/b][/size] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56573293] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/565733/56573293.png[/img] [/url][/center] @Saraceaser your hold on the dragon has expired. @Luciferr You are the new winner! You have 24hrs to write for your dragon.
Lotto Update!


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@Saraceaser your hold on the dragon has expired.

@Luciferr You are the new winner! You have 24hrs to write for your dragon.

[center][size=5][b]Lotto Update![/b][/size] The timed lotto has been drawn and the winner is... [b]Razatharia[/b]! Congratulations! You have 24 hours to write for your dragon. :3 [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51920871] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/519209/51920871_350.png[/img] [/url] Contestants: [size=1]@Moonwatcher2811 @ClockworkEclipse @Kinged @Bxy26 @EmeraldJubilee @Razatharia @Luciferr @StilinskiSpark @Anellas @Siakb @Ebby172 @Dragonspire @Ghastjio @onemessyperson @dragonpals @DragonLover999 @Lynz @Alew @UndeadFae @Self @Xayxayx
Lotto Update!

The timed lotto has been drawn and the winner is... Razatharia!
Congratulations! You have 24 hours to write for your dragon. :3


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Contestants:
@Moonwatcher2811 @ClockworkEclipse @Kinged @Bxy26 @EmeraldJubilee @Razatharia @Luciferr @StilinskiSpark @Anellas @Siakb @Ebby172 @Dragonspire @Ghastjio @onemessyperson @dragonpals @DragonLover999 @Lynz @Alew @UndeadFae @Self @Xayxayx
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@Decaffeinated Can I hold this girl please [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57282419] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/572825/57282419_350.png[/img] [/url]
@Decaffeinated


Can I hold this girl please


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@Dragonspire she's held for you!
@Dragonspire she's held for you!
@mermaidlorelei, here is for Kieli, the multi-gaze mirror. (404 words)

The pursuer from the deep, part 1


Round stones in the bottom of wells in the vast darkness. Some glow, some do not, some blaze, some have the most precious substance in the cosmos.

Water.

For water brings the life which is the food of the thing which sought the absence of of all things. And this thing that sucked at existence til it became absence was the food of the seeker from the stars.

The seeker dove into the gravity well, down to the dim wet-shining jewel in the bottom. It’s long length pulled into the depths harder, faster as the vacuum became an odd, thicker and thicker substance. It was suddenly water, at which the being exulted, twisting, corkscrewing in the surprising richness. Then it became something thicker, harder, and swimming became sliding, slipping, crawling.

That which it sought, behind him, so the being turned away from its fascinated distraction, and looped back, exploring, finding a place where hard became the softness of water without the thickness.

Beings small and large, of many shapes and colors swam through the thicknesses. Life, bright, shining, vulnerable. But at its approach, all shied away from its amorphous length. The being paid attention to how they did, felt the sentience, felt the food its prey sought. Another world to suck dry.

Unless….

The being sought for sentience of a singular kind. Fierce, implacable, hunter unstoppable, hunger insatiable, power unceasing, sight inescapable. It found what it needed in a horde of travelers and it traveled with them unseen. The travelers then did something it had never seen, and it learned from them, fascinated once more. So the big made others of themselves, that began small and grew, became many.

To do what it must, it would have to become many. It budded off a piece of itself, and watched. It was very patient, this one. That bud melted into one of the ovoids that became the others; joined with that perfect being. It itself could see through all its skin, and the little’s many many eyes were quite sufficient.

Once freed from its shell, the bud had the form of the creature called Mirror. Many eyes had she, including the tip of the bud that emerged from her fanged maw in the shape of a tongue.

She, Kieli, would be the first of many, to scour from this world the alien, the sucking nothingness known as Shade.
@mermaidlorelei, here is for Kieli, the multi-gaze mirror. (404 words)

The pursuer from the deep, part 1


Round stones in the bottom of wells in the vast darkness. Some glow, some do not, some blaze, some have the most precious substance in the cosmos.

Water.

For water brings the life which is the food of the thing which sought the absence of of all things. And this thing that sucked at existence til it became absence was the food of the seeker from the stars.

The seeker dove into the gravity well, down to the dim wet-shining jewel in the bottom. It’s long length pulled into the depths harder, faster as the vacuum became an odd, thicker and thicker substance. It was suddenly water, at which the being exulted, twisting, corkscrewing in the surprising richness. Then it became something thicker, harder, and swimming became sliding, slipping, crawling.

That which it sought, behind him, so the being turned away from its fascinated distraction, and looped back, exploring, finding a place where hard became the softness of water without the thickness.

Beings small and large, of many shapes and colors swam through the thicknesses. Life, bright, shining, vulnerable. But at its approach, all shied away from its amorphous length. The being paid attention to how they did, felt the sentience, felt the food its prey sought. Another world to suck dry.

Unless….

The being sought for sentience of a singular kind. Fierce, implacable, hunter unstoppable, hunger insatiable, power unceasing, sight inescapable. It found what it needed in a horde of travelers and it traveled with them unseen. The travelers then did something it had never seen, and it learned from them, fascinated once more. So the big made others of themselves, that began small and grew, became many.

To do what it must, it would have to become many. It budded off a piece of itself, and watched. It was very patient, this one. That bud melted into one of the ovoids that became the others; joined with that perfect being. It itself could see through all its skin, and the little’s many many eyes were quite sufficient.

Once freed from its shell, the bud had the form of the creature called Mirror. Many eyes had she, including the tip of the bud that emerged from her fanged maw in the shape of a tongue.

She, Kieli, would be the first of many, to scour from this world the alien, the sucking nothingness known as Shade.
All Nest Rentals - 5g/5kt and 40 food pls
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@dancingcrane Kieli seems quite interesting! She's on her way.

Also, I just happened to notice that your signature still links to the old thread. :3
@dancingcrane Kieli seems quite interesting! She's on her way.

Also, I just happened to notice that your signature still links to the old thread. :3
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@Decaffeinated- May I please put this gorgeous girl on hold until tomorrow night? [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57002960] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/570030/57002960_350.png[/img] [/url]
@Decaffeinated- May I please put this gorgeous girl on hold until tomorrow night?
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@jewel721 she's held for you!
@jewel721 she's held for you!
[quote name="Dragonspire" date="2019-12-28 20:33:46" ] @Decaffeinated Can I hold this girl please [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57282419] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/572825/57282419_350.png[/img] [/url] [/quote] here is her lore on how she got to my clan. From the open maw of the deep burrow she temporarily called home, cyan eyes peered up at the sky. Storm clouds swelled and rolled in the distance, lighting up from the inside with sparks of electricity. As they moved, they mixed with the churning plumbs of dark smoke and ash from the Ashfall Waste, coalescing into a mass of fire and lightning, a beautiful destructive display of power. She wants to join in, wants to fly thought it experience it, let it wash over her and through her. Its always been there, the call to the sky, the surge of the storm tingling deep in her bones. But she can’t, they won’t let her. Their excuse, her wings are too delicate. They always say the type of flying she wants to do would tear the thin things to shreds. She lifts her wings, covering her eyes with them. Everything becomes blue tinted like she had put on a pair of shade and not just covered her eyes with her wings. If she could see clear through her wings that meant they were to thin right? She would never be able to pull herself through a storm. And with a sight she settles her wings back and tried to find some content with just watching the storm. A howl of excitement tore through the raging sky and a streak of blue shot out through the clouds. Flying on wings that reflected the light like polished metal. Cutting thought the thick clouds like a knife as its form dipped into the fray shot back out. Without her own knowledge she was pulled from her den. Eyes locked on the blue streak flying through the clouds like a ribbon on the wind. It was almost like a spell was placed on her as she watched, like the form was telling her to follow. When she took flight low to the ground the blue form disappeared into the clouds again. When it reappeared it was closer, gliding just a little above and ahead of her. Ducking their head, it locked eyes with her. Ice meeting electricity. They wore a mask, but she could tell that they were smiling. When she smiled back, they pulled up and once again disappeared into the clouds, leading her with only their shadow.
Dragonspire wrote on 2019-12-28 20:33:46:
@Decaffeinated


Can I hold this girl please


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here is her lore on how she got to my clan.


From the open maw of the deep burrow she temporarily called home, cyan eyes peered up at the sky. Storm clouds swelled and rolled in the distance, lighting up from the inside with sparks of electricity. As they moved, they mixed with the churning plumbs of dark smoke and ash from the Ashfall Waste, coalescing into a mass of fire and lightning, a beautiful destructive display of power. She wants to join in, wants to fly thought it experience it, let it wash over her and through her.

Its always been there, the call to the sky, the surge of the storm tingling deep in her bones. But she can’t, they won’t let her. Their excuse, her wings are too delicate. They always say the type of flying she wants to do would tear the thin things to shreds.

She lifts her wings, covering her eyes with them. Everything becomes blue tinted like she had put on a pair of shade and not just covered her eyes with her wings. If she could see clear through her wings that meant they were to thin right? She would never be able to pull herself through a storm. And with a sight she settles her wings back and tried to find some content with just watching the storm.

A howl of excitement tore through the raging sky and a streak of blue shot out through the clouds. Flying on wings that reflected the light like polished metal. Cutting thought the thick clouds like a knife as its form dipped into the fray shot back out.

Without her own knowledge she was pulled from her den. Eyes locked on the blue streak flying through the clouds like a ribbon on the wind. It was almost like a spell was placed on her as she watched, like the form was telling her to follow.

When she took flight low to the ground the blue form disappeared into the clouds again. When it reappeared it was closer, gliding just a little above and ahead of her. Ducking their head, it locked eyes with her. Ice meeting electricity. They wore a mask, but she could tell that they were smiling. When she smiled back, they pulled up and once again disappeared into the clouds, leading her with only their shadow.
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