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@ClockworkEclipse [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/68016842][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/680169/68016842_350.png[/img][/url] Long, tiresome evening, filled with a monotonous scribing as the only thing that dared to break the silence. Uncountable plants scattered on the desk, all life slowly drained from them with a patient dedication. Testing glasses, neatly organised, were full of samples, blooming with outspreading bacteria. This is how one would picture Thezoszal at this moment, if they would dare to approach his temporary working place, disturbing the healer sitting behind it. Thezoszal was eccentric, as all pearlcatchers tend to be. He believed — no, as he would put it, [i]he knew for sure[/i] — that it was up to him to develop the "panacea" that unworthy of the Plaguebringer's blessing could use to aid the recent outspreading disease, and that he would make it [i]first and prior to any other [/i]. It wasn't done out of his love or concern for the struggling dragons and fauna : he simply tired himself by constant visits from den to den in order to gift others with his curing touch. He was steadily approaching the Plague domain day by day, aiming to contact the Mother as soon as there will be a medication to present her, ready to explain his genius Idea, when suddenly, one day he heard behind his back... "What you are working on smells like a pox to me, yes? Extracting cycloheptatriene from the crude oil would prove much more effective. But you may continue dragging out essential ones, if that's what you, Nature, do." Turning his head to face the rude, incompetent intruder, Thezoszal's eyes met a bee-coloured tundra, smiling at him softly. The tundra did not cary the markings of a plague, never could become one of his kind, even, yet the rot in his eyes and cracks in his wings suggested to the pearlcatcher that he, in fact, was going through the trial of his own. And now that he took a better look, the Necromancer could almost swear that, slowly but steadily, [i]he was losing it[/i]. "What would be the name of incompetent healer whose presence interrupted my labor?", Thezoszal asked, resting his arm on his precious pearl. Tundra, of all the dragons! He couldn't believe that a plain grass grazer that would never be able to remember even the names of his children dared to object him on such a complex topic as medicine. This less-than-a-dragon, worse than a beastclan healers, even! "Bumblebee", kindly replied the figure, interrupting his thoughts. "Plain as my name, I would give you an advise : outlander like you has nothing to do on the Plague territories. Your weak, outdated medicine wouldn't save you against the real cognition that outbursts here." The pearlcatcher, who took a great pride in being one of the best researchers and medics in the Gladekeepers domain, who passed all his three trials with such a little effort, who knew by heart all the diseases that could possibly touch the plants... Was being scolded by some plain inhabitant of the lands he considered his true, one and only, home. "Are you aware whom you are saying this to?", he asked, as he raised from his workbench, displeased. "To a fool, perhaps.", Bumblebee replied, turning away uninterested in the display of his interlocutor. "Or would you choose to prove me otherwise?" The swift escape of a tundra immediately led to a chase, with the one leading the other through the most dangerous and foul veils of the Plaguebringer's domain. This cat and mouse dragged for as long as Bumblebee needed to get near his lair, close enough to alert the silent fae to land a harmless shot on the pursuer, making him immediately slow down. The pearlcatcher himself, though, would say that the reason he disengaged was an unholy sight that grasped his attention — the abominations this pseudo-healer brought to life. He understood the wickedness of the one who he was dealing with soon after, growling in a demand for an explanation. And yet, even without it, he understood. He grasped what was the idea that laid underneath those actions. "You are unworthy of being a healer if your only goal is to cure yourselves, sacrificing the others.", Thezoszal hissed at his opponent, furious. "Oh, am I? They wouldn't say so. They are much more happier seeing their hatchlings alive rather than dead, aren't they?" The tundra grinned in triumph. "Which means [i]I'm doing everything right[/i]." "Fools like thou shouldn't have a right to touch the wand of a healer. I'll make sure that incompetent enthusiast like thou will be gone from this lair, sooner or later." From this day onward, on a spot where his swear was pronounced, a Necromancer made his new home, keeping an eye on the ambitious tundra and the growing colony.
@ClockworkEclipse

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Long, tiresome evening, filled with a monotonous scribing as the only thing that dared to break the silence. Uncountable plants scattered on the desk, all life slowly drained from them with a patient dedication. Testing glasses, neatly organised, were full of samples, blooming with outspreading bacteria. This is how one would picture Thezoszal at this moment, if they would dare to approach his temporary working place, disturbing the healer sitting behind it.
Thezoszal was eccentric, as all pearlcatchers tend to be. He believed — no, as he would put it, he knew for sure — that it was up to him to develop the "panacea" that unworthy of the Plaguebringer's blessing could use to aid the recent outspreading disease, and that he would make it first and prior to any other . It wasn't done out of his love or concern for the struggling dragons and fauna : he simply tired himself by constant visits from den to den in order to gift others with his curing touch. He was steadily approaching the Plague domain day by day, aiming to contact the Mother as soon as there will be a medication to present her, ready to explain his genius Idea, when suddenly, one day he heard behind his back...
"What you are working on smells like a pox to me, yes? Extracting cycloheptatriene from the crude oil would prove much more effective. But you may continue dragging out essential ones, if that's what you, Nature, do."
Turning his head to face the rude, incompetent intruder, Thezoszal's eyes met a bee-coloured tundra, smiling at him softly. The tundra did not cary the markings of a plague, never could become one of his kind, even, yet the rot in his eyes and cracks in his wings suggested to the pearlcatcher that he, in fact, was going through the trial of his own. And now that he took a better look, the Necromancer could almost swear that, slowly but steadily, he was losing it.
"What would be the name of incompetent healer whose presence interrupted my labor?", Thezoszal asked, resting his arm on his precious pearl. Tundra, of all the dragons! He couldn't believe that a plain grass grazer that would never be able to remember even the names of his children dared to object him on such a complex topic as medicine. This less-than-a-dragon, worse than a beastclan healers, even!
"Bumblebee", kindly replied the figure, interrupting his thoughts. "Plain as my name, I would give you an advise : outlander like you has nothing to do on the Plague territories. Your weak, outdated medicine wouldn't save you against the real cognition that outbursts here."
The pearlcatcher, who took a great pride in being one of the best researchers and medics in the Gladekeepers domain, who passed all his three trials with such a little effort, who knew by heart all the diseases that could possibly touch the plants... Was being scolded by some plain inhabitant of the lands he considered his true, one and only, home. "Are you aware whom you are saying this to?", he asked, as he raised from his workbench, displeased.
"To a fool, perhaps.", Bumblebee replied, turning away uninterested in the display of his interlocutor. "Or would you choose to prove me otherwise?"
The swift escape of a tundra immediately led to a chase, with the one leading the other through the most dangerous and foul veils of the Plaguebringer's domain. This cat and mouse dragged for as long as Bumblebee needed to get near his lair, close enough to alert the silent fae to land a harmless shot on the pursuer, making him immediately slow down. The pearlcatcher himself, though, would say that the reason he disengaged was an unholy sight that grasped his attention — the abominations this pseudo-healer brought to life. He understood the wickedness of the one who he was dealing with soon after, growling in a demand for an explanation. And yet, even without it, he understood. He grasped what was the idea that laid underneath those actions.
"You are unworthy of being a healer if your only goal is to cure yourselves, sacrificing the others.", Thezoszal hissed at his opponent, furious.
"Oh, am I? They wouldn't say so. They are much more happier seeing their hatchlings alive rather than dead, aren't they?" The tundra grinned in triumph. "Which means I'm doing everything right."
"Fools like thou shouldn't have a right to touch the wand of a healer. I'll make sure that incompetent enthusiast like thou will be gone from this lair, sooner or later."
From this day onward, on a spot where his swear was pronounced, a Necromancer made his new home, keeping an eye on the ambitious tundra and the growing colony.
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@EnglishRose
I'm so happy to see a successor to WR still operating! I'd love to be added to the general pinglist, please c:
@EnglishRose
I'm so happy to see a successor to WR still operating! I'd love to be added to the general pinglist, please c:
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is possible please add me in the ping list <3
hi!


is possible please add me in the ping list <3
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@xxyyzz
@ozvena

apologies for the lateness! Yes! You both have a hold on your respective dragons and have 24hrs to write the lore!
@xxyyzz
@ozvena

apologies for the lateness! Yes! You both have a hold on your respective dragons and have 24hrs to write the lore!
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@EnglishRose Thank you, I used Amidala as her name her to match her spiritual twin in my lair. I also recently got my first Night Warrior, so I'd make their stories connected :) [quote] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/25104361][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/251044/25104361_350.png[/img][/url][/center] There was barely any glow coming from the purple egg - if it wasn't from an occasional twitch, the sanctuary tender would have already considered the soul residing in it fading. Its parents were long gone after a tragedy struck their colony and it looked like the little one might follow in their footsteps. “We just received another one,” muttered the tender's aide as she carried in a small egg, shining so bright it lit up the whole cave. She was about to lay it in a makeshift nest when the tender interrupted her. “Let's put these two together, maybe it will help the poor thing push through.” [center]_____[/center] “What kind of an arcane dragon can't even use magic?” “The kind that can kick your ass without it,” replied a little pink fae, clutching a stick too big for her small paws. “I wouldn't doubt her.” Another fae, identical to her fierce companion, sat on a pile of stones. She didn't even lift her eyes from a heavy scroll she was studying. “I've seen her send a ridgeback crying for his mom before breakfast.” The bully hesitated, taking a small step back. “No way! You're just a scrawny little shrimp, how can you…” The reading fae finally looked at him, sighing heavily as if the inconvenience of pausing her studies physically drained her. “Why do you think the tender locks her up at night? They don't lock anyone else.” Their young adversary pondered for a second and with a puffed up chest turned around to leave, grumbling something about not fighting pink shrimps anyway. “Thanks for scaring him off, Ami” grinned the stick-wielding dragon as she dropped her makeshift weapon. “He would have sent me crying for all the gods and it's not even lunch.” Amidala patted a spot next to her gently. “What are sisters for if not implying you sneak into the kitchen to steal food at night? Come now [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/17206262]Ahsoka[/url], let's read together for a bit.” Ahsoka plopped down next to her sister, imitating the sigh she made earlier. “Do you think one day we could beat up someone like that?” she pondered. “Well, I think YOU could. I bet you could even beat up a Night Warrior if you wanted to.” Ahsoka perked up. “Night Warrior?” “Here, it's all in this scroll. I bet one day you would even be strong enough to train one of them,” smiled Amidala gently. “Only if you promise to teach them all this smart stuff,” Ahsoka reached out her paw. Amidala shook it determinedly. “Deal.” [center]_____[/center] Amidala quietly watched as Ahsoka finished packing the last of her belongings. She made a mental note to sneak some extra food for the road into her bag before she leaves. They both grew, the color of their wings no longer the same, but some things never change. Ahsoka was going to be hungry minutes after leaving, she was sure of that. She knew they weren't technically sisters, but that didn't mean much to either of them. They both had different interests, but they'd sit together every evening recalling their whole day with every tiny detail. Amidala didn't even know how to hold a knife, but she'd listen intently as her sister described the warriors' training. And Ahsoka would stare, mouth open in complete disbelief, as Amidala described the amazing inventions she read about in her scrolls. “Ami, are you sure you're okay with…” her sister's voice interrupted her musings. “Oh don't you worry about it! What will I write about if you won't go and have any great adventures? Besides, my studies are gonna start soon, I won't stay here for much longer either.” They both sighed quietly at the same time and then burst out giggling when their eyes met. “It's going to be quite the adventure, isn't it?” Ahsoka said. “I wonder which one of us is going to meet the Night Warriors sooner.” “Well, of course it's going to be me, and I'll tell you all about it when we see each other next time.” Amidala stuck her tongue out impishly. “Make sure to read them your papers on soil consistency-” Before Ahsoka could finish her sentence, Amidala pounced at her, toppling her over along with her carelessly packed bag. “I will make them write the papers themselves, just you wait.” [/quote]
@EnglishRose Thank you, I used Amidala as her name her to match her spiritual twin in my lair. I also recently got my first Night Warrior, so I'd make their stories connected :)
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There was barely any glow coming from the purple egg - if it wasn't from an occasional twitch, the sanctuary tender would have already considered the soul residing in it fading. Its parents were long gone after a tragedy struck their colony and it looked like the little one might follow in their footsteps. “We just received another one,” muttered the tender's aide as she carried in a small egg, shining so bright it lit up the whole cave. She was about to lay it in a makeshift nest when the tender interrupted her. “Let's put these two together, maybe it will help the poor thing push through.”
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“What kind of an arcane dragon can't even use magic?”
“The kind that can kick your *** without it,” replied a little pink fae, clutching a stick too big for her small paws.
“I wouldn't doubt her.” Another fae, identical to her fierce companion, sat on a pile of stones. She didn't even lift her eyes from a heavy scroll she was studying. “I've seen her send a ridgeback crying for his mom before breakfast.”
The bully hesitated, taking a small step back. “No way! You're just a scrawny little shrimp, how can you…”
The reading fae finally looked at him, sighing heavily as if the inconvenience of pausing her studies physically drained her. “Why do you think the tender locks her up at night? They don't lock anyone else.”
Their young adversary pondered for a second and with a puffed up chest turned around to leave, grumbling something about not fighting pink shrimps anyway.
“Thanks for scaring him off, Ami” grinned the stick-wielding dragon as she dropped her makeshift weapon. “He would have sent me crying for all the gods and it's not even lunch.”
Amidala patted a spot next to her gently. “What are sisters for if not implying you sneak into the kitchen to steal food at night? Come now Ahsoka, let's read together for a bit.”
Ahsoka plopped down next to her sister, imitating the sigh she made earlier.
“Do you think one day we could beat up someone like that?” she pondered.
“Well, I think YOU could. I bet you could even beat up a Night Warrior if you wanted to.”
Ahsoka perked up. “Night Warrior?”
“Here, it's all in this scroll. I bet one day you would even be strong enough to train one of them,” smiled Amidala gently.
“Only if you promise to teach them all this smart stuff,” Ahsoka reached out her paw.
Amidala shook it determinedly. “Deal.”
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Amidala quietly watched as Ahsoka finished packing the last of her belongings. She made a mental note to sneak some extra food for the road into her bag before she leaves. They both grew, the color of their wings no longer the same, but some things never change. Ahsoka was going to be hungry minutes after leaving, she was sure of that. She knew they weren't technically sisters, but that didn't mean much to either of them. They both had different interests, but they'd sit together every evening recalling their whole day with every tiny detail. Amidala didn't even know how to hold a knife, but she'd listen intently as her sister described the warriors' training. And Ahsoka would stare, mouth open in complete disbelief, as Amidala described the amazing inventions she read about in her scrolls.
“Ami, are you sure you're okay with…” her sister's voice interrupted her musings.
“Oh don't you worry about it! What will I write about if you won't go and have any great adventures? Besides, my studies are gonna start soon, I won't stay here for much longer either.”
They both sighed quietly at the same time and then burst out giggling when their eyes met.
“It's going to be quite the adventure, isn't it?” Ahsoka said. “I wonder which one of us is going to meet the Night Warriors sooner.”
“Well, of course it's going to be me, and I'll tell you all about it when we see each other next time.” Amidala stuck her tongue out impishly.
“Make sure to read them your papers on soil consistency-” Before Ahsoka could finish her sentence, Amidala pounced at her, toppling her over along with her carelessly packed bag.
“I will make them write the papers themselves, just you wait.”
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[quote name="EnglishRose" date="2022-08-16 20:03:48" ] @xxyyzz apologies for the lateness! Yes! You both have a hold on your respective dragons and have 24hrs to write the lore! [/quote] Huh...? I'm a bit confused because I've already written lore, but ok! [center]@EnglishRose[/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/52997656][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/529977/52997656_350.png[/img][/url] For nightfall warriors descendants, it always was the same. You were disciplined right from your birth on how to blend with the darkness. You were taught to find your confidence in being unnoticeable. You were shown how to land a hit when it's least expected. Generation after generation, perfect assassins came to life, and so, with great efficiency took uncountable amount of other lifes with them. From Adina, it was highly expected to meet the same destiny — especially when one pictured her to be the shadow of the Vallin themselves. Adina, thought, had a certain unique trait with her that was never speculated — even more so, found — before. Deep inside, she burned with fire hotter than the thousand suns – so it felt for her right from her very first breath. This Skydancer wasn't just like any other telepath cherished in the rows of the nightfall warriors for their great abilities to guide and lead others [i]silently[/i] — she was much more like a beacon which let it beam shine for the miles away, reaching those who otherwise would have never got the signal. Instead of slyly absorbing waves and reading intentions of the others, she herself shared her every emotion with those nearby. Needless to say, being stealthy felt physically impossible for the dragon. It was treated like disability among other warriors, and met more with a pity that anger. Pity that couldn't evade her attention. One by one, even the trainers at the clan gave up, as if neither her agility nor speed were remarkable. Almost stigmatized as a lost cause, she started feeling herself unconfident, tried to drown any feelings she had, let that painfully bright glow die out once and for all, just to fit in. And yet, overfocused on her disappearance, she soon let her clanmates know how uncomfortable, if not devastated, she was in their presence – as if she was full of guilt for who she were. "It seems as if this trainee never really had a chance to become a true Nightfall warrior after all", they whispered among each others. "Pressing her even further may break her. Wouldn't it be better if we won't torture her any longer and let her go?" One night, when the sky was heavily overcasted, a dark, swift figure lifted into the air. It's wings were silent, more silent than those of an owl, and it flew so high that it barely could be noticed even if one tracked them the whole time. And yet... It felt as if it truly glowed brighter than any actual light. It felt much more joyful and grateful than any sunbeam could have made one feel themselves. A black star flew through the darkest sky ever, emitting it's own, unnoticeable, yet so extremely easy to be felt, glow. "It would be hard to be all alone out there.", they warned, before allowing her to proceed with her great escape. "You'll have to find yourself a clan eventually". As arcane passed, her sight met territories much more hostile than any battlefield she were at before. If not for her training, she wouldn't last long among the constant, everlasting horrific rot, rooting into other's hearts right to their core. Death was following her every step, as a much worse form of life came afterwards. And yet, her little tweak proved to be useful for her, as it was already hard enough to find oneself a prey without knowing those bizarre laws of nature of the Plague domain. She was struggling with finding fresh water, lost any sense of direction, and stuck under the scorching sun when another dragon answered her cry for help. Black and yellow, almost striped like a bee, it took care of her heatstroke, noting that they find her abilities quite spectacular. "Would you join us? It would be a great pride for me to study your phenomenon." Desperate, she agreed to follow the saviour. And so, the new chapter in Adina's life begun.
EnglishRose wrote on 2022-08-16 20:03:48:
@xxyyzz

apologies for the lateness! Yes! You both have a hold on your respective dragons and have 24hrs to write the lore!

Huh...? I'm a bit confused because I've already written lore, but ok!

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For nightfall warriors descendants, it always was the same. You were disciplined right from your birth on how to blend with the darkness. You were taught to find your confidence in being unnoticeable. You were shown how to land a hit when it's least expected. Generation after generation, perfect assassins came to life, and so, with great efficiency took uncountable amount of other lifes with them. From Adina, it was highly expected to meet the same destiny — especially when one pictured her to be the shadow of the Vallin themselves.
Adina, thought, had a certain unique trait with her that was never speculated — even more so, found — before. Deep inside, she burned with fire hotter than the thousand suns – so it felt for her right from her very first breath. This Skydancer wasn't just like any other telepath cherished in the rows of the nightfall warriors for their great abilities to guide and lead others silently — she was much more like a beacon which let it beam shine for the miles away, reaching those who otherwise would have never got the signal. Instead of slyly absorbing waves and reading intentions of the others, she herself shared her every emotion with those nearby.
Needless to say, being stealthy felt physically impossible for the dragon. It was treated like disability among other warriors, and met more with a pity that anger. Pity that couldn't evade her attention. One by one, even the trainers at the clan gave up, as if neither her agility nor speed were remarkable. Almost stigmatized as a lost cause, she started feeling herself unconfident, tried to drown any feelings she had, let that painfully bright glow die out once and for all, just to fit in. And yet, overfocused on her disappearance, she soon let her clanmates know how uncomfortable, if not devastated, she was in their presence – as if she was full of guilt for who she were. "It seems as if this trainee never really had a chance to become a true Nightfall warrior after all", they whispered among each others. "Pressing her even further may break her. Wouldn't it be better if we won't torture her any longer and let her go?"
One night, when the sky was heavily overcasted, a dark, swift figure lifted into the air. It's wings were silent, more silent than those of an owl, and it flew so high that it barely could be noticed even if one tracked them the whole time. And yet... It felt as if it truly glowed brighter than any actual light. It felt much more joyful and grateful than any sunbeam could have made one feel themselves.
A black star flew through the darkest sky ever, emitting it's own, unnoticeable, yet so extremely easy to be felt, glow.
"It would be hard to be all alone out there.", they warned, before allowing her to proceed with her great escape. "You'll have to find yourself a clan eventually".
As arcane passed, her sight met territories much more hostile than any battlefield she were at before. If not for her training, she wouldn't last long among the constant, everlasting horrific rot, rooting into other's hearts right to their core. Death was following her every step, as a much worse form of life came afterwards. And yet, her little tweak proved to be useful for her, as it was already hard enough to find oneself a prey without knowing those bizarre laws of nature of the Plague domain. She was struggling with finding fresh water, lost any sense of direction, and stuck under the scorching sun when another dragon answered her cry for help. Black and yellow, almost striped like a bee, it took care of her heatstroke, noting that they find her abilities quite spectacular.
"Would you join us? It would be a great pride for me to study your phenomenon."
Desperate, she agreed to follow the saviour. And so, the new chapter in Adina's life begun.
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hi! @EnglishRose Is possible adopt her please and thanks! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67233687][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/672337/67233687_350.png[/img][/url] History When it was an egg, it traveled through the great clans of the entire territory until it ended up in the plague clan, where it was welcomed by an old couple of dragons, who had no son to inherit their wisdom, so when they saw the egg they decided adopt it. When the egg began to hatch it shone like the light of the moon, the two old dragons were excited to see the little hatchling that would come out of there, a few minutes after the egg began to shine, it began to open little by little, The first thing he looked at were some reddish eyes that resembled small cherries along with horns that resembled a white antler, then he looked at a sweet dark color that contrasted the colors of the night. What the two old dragons were looking at was a small winged imperial dragon that they called MidnightTemperantia, due to its dark and bright color that resembled the night. The little dragon when she looked at the old dragons immediately hugged them and called them parents, from that moment the elders raised and educated the dragon with the knowledge they had acquired in her life. Little Midnight loved traveling with her adoptive parents, she loved their stories and everything they taught her during the trip, she always paid close attention to everything they said to her and everything around her, when she reached adulthood she had to undertake her own trip alone when she turned one year old, it was difficult to leave her parents but she understood that it was something she had to do, because since she was a young dragon she wanted to know where she came from and find her own path in her life, her adoptive parents had I do everything for her, and she wanted to reciprocate. Once she departed from her niche, she began looking for a place to settle down and if possible raise a family.
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@EnglishRose

Is possible adopt her please and thanks!
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When it was an egg, it traveled through the great clans of the entire territory until it ended up in the plague clan, where it was welcomed by an old couple of dragons, who had no son to inherit their wisdom, so when they saw the egg they decided adopt it.
When the egg began to hatch it shone like the light of the moon, the two old dragons were excited to see the little hatchling that would come out of there, a few minutes after the egg began to shine, it began to open little by little, The first thing he looked at were some reddish eyes that resembled small cherries along with horns that resembled a white antler, then he looked at a sweet dark color that contrasted the colors of the night.
What the two old dragons were looking at was a small winged imperial dragon that they called MidnightTemperantia, due to its dark and bright color that resembled the night. The little dragon when she looked at the old dragons immediately hugged them and called them parents, from that moment the elders raised and educated the dragon with the knowledge they had acquired in her life.
Little Midnight loved traveling with her adoptive parents, she loved their stories and everything they taught her during the trip, she always paid close attention to everything they said to her and everything around her, when she reached adulthood she had to undertake her own trip alone when she turned one year old, it was difficult to leave her parents but she understood that it was something she had to do, because since she was a young dragon she wanted to know where she came from and find her own path in her life, her adoptive parents had I do everything for her, and she wanted to reciprocate.
Once she departed from her niche, she began looking for a place to settle down and if possible raise a family.
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@EnglishRose Hello! Can I please adopt Kane? Would it be possible to also request a scroll of renaming? I'd like to rename him Aikor. Thank you! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/31184384][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/311844/31184384_350.png[/img][/url] Having been born into a family of travelling apothecaries, Kane grew up around the many ingredients and equipment essential to the trade. Expected to learn the ropes and one day take over the business, his parents were anxious that he not only be talented but also interested in the subject. They were therefore massively relieved when he demonstrated his avidity from a young age. However, their relief slowly became concern. Day after day, Kane shut himself in the workroom, choosing the scales and cauldrons over the calls of his playmates without fail. Indeed, his equipment had become as familiar and dear to him as his former friends had been before his passion so overwhelmingly consumed him. He became quieter, more withdrawn; when coaxed out of the workroom, he was still mentally locked behind a door in his mind where he dreamed and puzzled over his valued potions. But he also seemed happier, happier than they had ever seen him before. It was a subdued sort of happiness that became clear if you observed him, labouring with the beakers and tinctures. A sort of happiness that made him shine whenever he was invited to talk about what he was working on, the only time he would stop and speak. It was on one of these occasions that he caught the attention of a particular curious, purple Bogsneak. Her genuine delight in his rambling and her inclination for questioning the how’s and why’s drew them to each other, so much so that they would spend hours on end together, discussing and debating with fervour. Soon enough, Kane started to struggle with the confines of the standard apothecary’s handbook; he burnt with the desire to push the boundaries, to see just how far he could go. Thus, the arguments began. His parents simply couldn’t understand his ambitions. They pleaded with him to stick to their usual orders and prayed he wouldn’t stray further. After all, this was all they had known for their whole lives and all they thought they would ever have to know. Yet Kane refused to back down and, of course, he had Myrra’s support. To obtain the freedom he wanted, he saw only one solution; leave his parents, who had loved and raised him, and pursue his own path.
@EnglishRose Hello! Can I please adopt Kane? Would it be possible to also request a scroll of renaming? I'd like to rename him Aikor. Thank you!

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Having been born into a family of travelling apothecaries, Kane grew up around the many ingredients and equipment essential to the trade. Expected to learn the ropes and one day take over the business, his parents were anxious that he not only be talented but also interested in the subject. They were therefore massively relieved when he demonstrated his avidity from a young age. However, their relief slowly became concern. Day after day, Kane shut himself in the workroom, choosing the scales and cauldrons over the calls of his playmates without fail. Indeed, his equipment had become as familiar and dear to him as his former friends had been before his passion so overwhelmingly consumed him. He became quieter, more withdrawn; when coaxed out of the workroom, he was still mentally locked behind a door in his mind where he dreamed and puzzled over his valued potions. But he also seemed happier, happier than they had ever seen him before. It was a subdued sort of happiness that became clear if you observed him, labouring with the beakers and tinctures. A sort of happiness that made him shine whenever he was invited to talk about what he was working on, the only time he would stop and speak.
It was on one of these occasions that he caught the attention of a particular curious, purple Bogsneak. Her genuine delight in his rambling and her inclination for questioning the how’s and why’s drew them to each other, so much so that they would spend hours on end together, discussing and debating with fervour.
Soon enough, Kane started to struggle with the confines of the standard apothecary’s handbook; he burnt with the desire to push the boundaries, to see just how far he could go. Thus, the arguments began. His parents simply couldn’t understand his ambitions. They pleaded with him to stick to their usual orders and prayed he wouldn’t stray further. After all, this was all they had known for their whole lives and all they thought they would ever have to know. Yet Kane refused to back down and, of course, he had Myrra’s support. To obtain the freedom he wanted, he saw only one solution; leave his parents, who had loved and raised him, and pursue his own path.
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@EnglishRose hi! I don't know how this works, this is the first time I write to adopt a dragon, so I'm a bit confused because I've already written lore, but ok!. not receiving instructions is confusing to me. I hope you are well. [emoji=familiar heart size=1] Thanks!
@EnglishRose

hi!

I don't know how this works, this is the first time I write to adopt a dragon, so I'm a bit confused because I've already written lore, but ok!.

not receiving instructions is confusing to me.

I hope you are well.

Thanks!
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@woopdomoop @ShayeraNatasha

Hello Friends! Thank you for your interest in The Scribe's Sanctuary and apologies for my absence!

Instructions for how to request a dragon from the Sanctuary are in the section labeled 'How to Participate.'

You have both written lovely lore and I will get you your dragons soon! However, moving forward, please make sure you are following the Participation Instructions before posting your lore in the thread. I understand there is a lot of information to take in, so please feel free to reach out on the thread or in PM with any questions.
@woopdomoop @ShayeraNatasha

Hello Friends! Thank you for your interest in The Scribe's Sanctuary and apologies for my absence!

Instructions for how to request a dragon from the Sanctuary are in the section labeled 'How to Participate.'

You have both written lovely lore and I will get you your dragons soon! However, moving forward, please make sure you are following the Participation Instructions before posting your lore in the thread. I understand there is a lot of information to take in, so please feel free to reach out on the thread or in PM with any questions.
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