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[quote][b]What's your biggest vice?[/b][/quote] [columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/51818185][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/518182/51818185.png[/img][/url][nextcol] The gaoler happily sips her beverage, using a small wooden spoon to fish out the marshmellows. Soon, the hatchling sets the emptied cup down, drowsiness shaken off in favor of chasing her next fancy. At her side, a pouch jingles merrily- Wait. Who handed her that coin purse? Weaving between legs, the gaoler shuffles past curiosa, leaing the chocolate stall behind. Light twinkles on her coat, grassy greens glowing a warm pink and sunny peach. "Oooh, Foliar would like that!" ... That... HOW MUCH?! After somehow managing to empty the purse in one go, you realize that she hasn't answered your question yet, distraction driving her to another impulsive trade. Maybe it's tie to put a stop to this, but how to do so...? [/columns] [quote][b]Bonus challenge:[/b] Take a screenshot of a small chest dropping (ie leafy pack, waterlogged trunk)[/quote][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/971213073522253914/1184739447745556510/image.png[/img]
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51818185.png The gaoler happily sips her beverage, using a small wooden spoon to fish out the marshmellows. Soon, the hatchling sets the emptied cup down, drowsiness shaken off in favor of chasing her next fancy. At her side, a pouch jingles merrily-

Wait.

Who handed her that coin purse?

Weaving between legs, the gaoler shuffles past curiosa, leaing the chocolate stall behind. Light twinkles on her coat, grassy greens glowing a warm pink and sunny peach.

"Oooh, Foliar would like that!"

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That... HOW MUCH?!

After somehow managing to empty the purse in one go, you realize that she hasn't answered your question yet, distraction driving her to another impulsive trade. Maybe it's tie to put a stop to this, but how to do so...?
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Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a small chest dropping (ie leafy pack, waterlogged trunk)
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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/dDAhTxX.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/JlN75Up.png[/img] [b]Zodonyar | Kyra She/Her | She/Her [/b] --- The day seemed to be winding down, as the cheers grew lower and lower. Hatchlings were being toted away as their parents waved to their friends and walked out of the carnival. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, the blistering heat gone, and instead a cool hum. The light dapples of sunlight across Kyra's scales, though, was nowhere near the warmth of Zodonyar, snuggled against her side. The painkillers she had taken that morning, for the wound on her side, seemed to have finally taken hold, and after the excitement of the day she was now in a blissful half-asleep, half-awake state. The novelty store seemed to be opening, the remaining dragons cheering and calling as jewelry and metals clicked between their talons. Kyra was almost urged to rise, to shop and to enjoy, but she knew her weakness was keeping her back. Yet, she didn't care, for as long as she stayed at her side, she would be sure to instead guard it, rather then give it up. A soft sigh, and Kyra relaxed against Zodonyar, the pair enjoying the slowing festivities, together. --- [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/836052/83605161.png[/img] [b]Florence He/Him[/b] --- "What do you MEAN there's none left in stock?!?! I placed this order [i]MONTHS[/i] ago!!!" Shrilled out a small, violently fluttering Fae. The vendor at least had the face to look guilty, but also couldn't offer him any respite, as Florence's face turned darker and darker. You'd almost think he was ready to throw himself at the vendor, but instead he turned his nose up and flipped around, muttering things like [i]'now[/i] how will I find a present for Darozh... His birthday is in a week!!' and 'He's already been so finicky about letting me and August out of his site, considering last month, and the whole boiling thing....' The poor Fae, once he had gained some distance on the oh-so-detested vendor, was still shaking ever so slightly. His talons seemed to grasp at nothing, as though all the muscles had been overexerted to the point of snapping, and his arms seemed to be missing more meat than one would initially assume, the fitting sleeves hanging low around his wrists. Despite that, Florence still had the expression of a thunderstorm, pale eyes narrowed with rage as he valiantly looked through all the vendors, apparently intent on getting a birthday present for his brother. ----- [b]Bonus[/b] [emoji=butterfly 3 size=1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/jfpVLgp.png[/img]
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Zodonyar | Kyra
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The day seemed to be winding down, as the cheers grew lower and lower. Hatchlings were being toted away as their parents waved to their friends and walked out of the carnival. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, the blistering heat gone, and instead a cool hum. The light dapples of sunlight across Kyra's scales, though, was nowhere near the warmth of Zodonyar, snuggled against her side. The painkillers she had taken that morning, for the wound on her side, seemed to have finally taken hold, and after the excitement of the day she was now in a blissful half-asleep, half-awake state.

The novelty store seemed to be opening, the remaining dragons cheering and calling as jewelry and metals clicked between their talons. Kyra was almost urged to rise, to shop and to enjoy, but she knew her weakness was keeping her back. Yet, she didn't care, for as long as she stayed at her side, she would be sure to instead guard it, rather then give it up. A soft sigh, and Kyra relaxed against Zodonyar, the pair enjoying the slowing festivities, together.

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"What do you MEAN there's none left in stock?!?! I placed this order MONTHS ago!!!" Shrilled out a small, violently fluttering Fae. The vendor at least had the face to look guilty, but also couldn't offer him any respite, as Florence's face turned darker and darker. You'd almost think he was ready to throw himself at the vendor, but instead he turned his nose up and flipped around, muttering things like 'now how will I find a present for Darozh... His birthday is in a week!!' and 'He's already been so finicky about letting me and August out of his site, considering last month, and the whole boiling thing....'

The poor Fae, once he had gained some distance on the oh-so-detested vendor, was still shaking ever so slightly. His talons seemed to grasp at nothing, as though all the muscles had been overexerted to the point of snapping, and his arms seemed to be missing more meat than one would initially assume, the fitting sleeves hanging low around his wrists. Despite that, Florence still had the expression of a thunderstorm, pale eyes narrowed with rage as he valiantly looked through all the vendors, apparently intent on getting a birthday present for his brother.



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Hello! I'm Tuna, or Suns
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There's a fae binge shopping the food stalls again, but this one seems... different. Could be the mad stare, could be the overfilled trolley bag she's towing, or maybe its that disturbingly friendly looking chest trundling along behind on an unreasonable amount of little legs.
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The lid of the creature is stuck ajar, blocked from latching properly by its contents. Parcels, packages, purchases and receipts, all crammed in and agitating to burst out again. Clearly someone has already acquired too many souvenirs. This is undeniably hoarder country now.

Bonus: More loot!

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[center][size=5][emoji=banescale deadpan size=1] [b]FOURTH DAY OF THE CARNIVAL[/b] [emoji=snapper love size=1][/size=5] ----- "Ooh, what do you think of this one?" [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91723890]Parmesan[/url] asked, turning back and forth to study himself in the dusty mirror. He was already covered snout to tail in colorful filigree charms, rhinestones glittering in the firelight, but wouldn't this scarf just be the [i]perfect[/i] addition? ...No, seriously, would it? [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/83466858]Cheddar[/url] honestly couldn't tell. As much as she wanted to give her friend the feedback he wanted, she had absolutely no idea how this 'fashion' stuff worked. The scarf was pretty! It looked cool on his neck! But was that, like... actually good advice, or just another instance of her being too easily impressed? "I think it's... good?" she offered hopefully. Parmesan's face seemed to light up, and she quickly followed up with more. "It looks good! It really - the - the colors go nicely with your... other stuff. And... it looks like it'd be really nice to touch." "Yeah, it's real silk, straight from the Windswept Plateau. SUPER soft." The Snapper twirled around, letting the fabric trail behind him before settling at his side again. "So do you think I should get it?" "You should get whatever you want! All the time!" Cheddar declared. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?" Parmesan ducked his head and pulled the scarf down, holding it carefully between unwieldy paws. He looked thoughtful for a moment... then laughed. "Yeah. Yeah! That's exactly what we're here for! To heck with it, I'm buying this thing!" ----- [b](Challenge 4 - this one took a while[emoji=treasure chest size=1])[/b] [img]https://i.ibb.co/WkYqmb7/battle-screenshot-4.png[/img][/center]
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"Ooh, what do you think of this one?" Parmesan asked, turning back and forth to study himself in the dusty mirror. He was already covered snout to tail in colorful filigree charms, rhinestones glittering in the firelight, but wouldn't this scarf just be the perfect addition?

...No, seriously, would it? Cheddar honestly couldn't tell. As much as she wanted to give her friend the feedback he wanted, she had absolutely no idea how this 'fashion' stuff worked. The scarf was pretty! It looked cool on his neck! But was that, like... actually good advice, or just another instance of her being too easily impressed?

"I think it's... good?" she offered hopefully. Parmesan's face seemed to light up, and she quickly followed up with more. "It looks good! It really - the - the colors go nicely with your... other stuff. And... it looks like it'd be really nice to touch."

"Yeah, it's real silk, straight from the Windswept Plateau. SUPER soft." The Snapper twirled around, letting the fabric trail behind him before settling at his side again. "So do you think I should get it?"

"You should get whatever you want! All the time!" Cheddar declared. "That's what we're here for, isn't it?"

Parmesan ducked his head and pulled the scarf down, holding it carefully between unwieldy paws. He looked thoughtful for a moment... then laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah! That's exactly what we're here for! To heck with it, I'm buying this thing!"


(Challenge 4 - this one took a while)

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[b]What's your biggest vice?[/b] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/16940040][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/169401/16940040_350.png[/img][/url] Oh, Gale would be so upset with him, Sephiro just knew. He'd promised not to buy any more stones this year, but they'd been soooo pretty. All colorful and shiny, how was he meant to ignore them? And all so cutely carved? He didn't have that many bunnies to begin with, they barely filled one shelf! And he'd restraint himself to stones smaller than his paw, so really, and the tiger eye one was just so good? The lines in the stone actually added to the carving, they almost looked like natural fur markings. Sephiro refused to feel bad about it. There were worse things he could have spent his money on. Though maybe he should get something for Gale, too, just in case? She couldn't be to mad, if he got her a present? He'd seen a very cute fan earlier, all elegant lines, plum blossoms on a branch, she'd forgive him for the stones, for that one for sure. He checked his money and with a plan in mind he went looking for the stall with the fans. If the one he wanted was gone, he was sure he could find another there as well. Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a small chest dropping (ie leafy pack, waterlogged trunk) [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/f8097a917ee2c350b6bfb3e918e7f7fa/48322ca52cd56cc5-cd/s1280x1920/eaa7348f51170b8d85e63e5e936d67e81b854412.png[/img]
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Oh, Gale would be so upset with him, Sephiro just knew. He'd promised not to buy any more stones this year, but they'd been soooo pretty. All colorful and shiny, how was he meant to ignore them? And all so cutely carved? He didn't have that many bunnies to begin with, they barely filled one shelf! And he'd restraint himself to stones smaller than his paw, so really, and the tiger eye one was just so good? The lines in the stone actually added to the carving, they almost looked like natural fur markings.
Sephiro refused to feel bad about it. There were worse things he could have spent his money on. Though maybe he should get something for Gale, too, just in case? She couldn't be to mad, if he got her a present? He'd seen a very cute fan earlier, all elegant lines, plum blossoms on a branch, she'd forgive him for the stones, for that one for sure. He checked his money and with a plan in mind he went looking for the stall with the fans. If the one he wanted was gone, he was sure he could find another there as well.

Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a small chest dropping (ie leafy pack, waterlogged trunk)
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[center][size=6][b][u]Michael, Zadkiel, & Rhian - Day 4[/u][/b][/size] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63400908][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/634010/63400908.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/54770828][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/547709/54770828.png[/img][/url][color=transparent]///[/color][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/66031159][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/660312/66031159.png[/img][/url] A pale icy wildclaw stalked among the stalls, ducking around some of the larger dragons as they checked out the different wares for sale. Decorative weapons, figurines, and even more useful wares were set on display for all to see, but the wildclaw seemed to have his heart set on one thing alone. He slowed at every stall with the faintest glimmer of silver to it, eyeing each piece with an expert eye. Jewelry, cutlery, everything was checked with a scrutiny most craftsdrakes didn't quite expect from an ice wildclaw. From the sidelines, a spiral and imperial watched, trying their hardest not to chuckle. The wildclaw was serious about everything, in the end. His job, his leisure, even his hobbies were practiced with a stern look plastered on his face. It was frightening to his students, but to his partners, it was one of the many things they adored about their little icy warrior. They knew what he was after. [b]The stoic wildclaw had one vice to his name, aside from those he held dear to him; silver.[/b] His whole office, as well as his personal room back home, was covered head to tail in silver. He seemed to treasure each and every piece in his possession, though he took a keen interest in the canine sculptures. [b]Even his students had figured out how to exploit it, stowing away silver trinkets to show off whenever his lectures became a touch too serious.[/b] As the wildclaw approached one more stall, the two exchanged a glance, then snickered as they held up their own satchels. They'd already bought a lot of the good silver pieces, hoping to surprise him later. But hey, they'd left a few behind for him to buy for himself! He always did like claiming he'd earned some of his hoard through his own merit instead of the generosity of those he loved... Even if he loved those too. [b][u]Bonus[/u][/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/IG3gxxL.png[/img] [size=1][s]How did you take literal hours to drop I got an ice egg before I got you-[/s][/size][/center]
Michael, Zadkiel, & Rhian - Day 4

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A pale icy wildclaw stalked among the stalls, ducking around some of the larger dragons as they checked out the different wares for sale. Decorative weapons, figurines, and even more useful wares were set on display for all to see, but the wildclaw seemed to have his heart set on one thing alone. He slowed at every stall with the faintest glimmer of silver to it, eyeing each piece with an expert eye. Jewelry, cutlery, everything was checked with a scrutiny most craftsdrakes didn't quite expect from an ice wildclaw.

From the sidelines, a spiral and imperial watched, trying their hardest not to chuckle. The wildclaw was serious about everything, in the end. His job, his leisure, even his hobbies were practiced with a stern look plastered on his face. It was frightening to his students, but to his partners, it was one of the many things they adored about their little icy warrior.

They knew what he was after. The stoic wildclaw had one vice to his name, aside from those he held dear to him; silver. His whole office, as well as his personal room back home, was covered head to tail in silver. He seemed to treasure each and every piece in his possession, though he took a keen interest in the canine sculptures. Even his students had figured out how to exploit it, stowing away silver trinkets to show off whenever his lectures became a touch too serious.

As the wildclaw approached one more stall, the two exchanged a glance, then snickered as they held up their own satchels. They'd already bought a lot of the good silver pieces, hoping to surprise him later. But hey, they'd left a few behind for him to buy for himself! He always did like claiming he'd earned some of his hoard through his own merit instead of the generosity of those he loved... Even if he loved those too.

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@pinglist-14700 [center][size=7][color=firebrick]Day Five[/size][/color][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ot4Madt.png[/img][/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/6ZHGNCZ.png[/img][/center] After perusing the shops and with significantly less gems than before, you decide that you’ve cooled down enough to try again at that prize you really wanted. You pick your poison, throw some treasure onto the counter, and start playing some games again. It’s weird, to play a carnival game while in the distance is an active volcano towering over you, lava constantly bubbling from it. Then again, a lot of the other flights are weird in their own way. What kind of clan lives in a crypt, like a good portion of the Earth flight, and you’re really not sure how the Cloudsong works. It makes for some friends with some interesting stories, though! [b]Who’s the weirdest / most unique member of your clan? What makes them so interesting?[/b] Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a dragon hitting level seven.
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After perusing the shops and with significantly less gems than before, you decide that you’ve cooled down enough to try again at that prize you really wanted. You pick your poison, throw some treasure onto the counter, and start playing some games again.

It’s weird, to play a carnival game while in the distance is an active volcano towering over you, lava constantly bubbling from it. Then again, a lot of the other flights are weird in their own way. What kind of clan lives in a crypt, like a good portion of the Earth flight, and you’re really not sure how the Cloudsong works. It makes for some friends with some interesting stories, though!

Who’s the weirdest / most unique member of your clan? What makes them so interesting?

Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a dragon hitting level seven.
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[quote="Day Five"]Who’s the weirdest / most unique member of your clan? What makes them so interesting? Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a dragon hitting level seven. [/quote] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90219016][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/902191/90219016_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Death-in-the-Trees (Hickory) practically struts around the festivities with the rest of The Silver Scale Pack. He [i]knows[/i] he looks good in his colourful, bedazzled riding gear. He even won a race and got prizes! Usually he likes to hunt his meat (an unusual meal for any seafood-preferring ridgeback), but winning an entire herdbeast in the race was undeniably satisfying. Before The Silver Scale Pack, he came from a society of stealthy, carnivorous ridgebacks who could meld with shadows. He can [i]also[/i] meld with shadows. When he wants to. Right now he wants to stand out and turn heads. His bonded companion, [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/90053233]Rana[/url], asks that nobody tell him how silly he looks. It'll hurt his feelings. No matter which way you look at it, Hickory is an odd duck (including oocly as the only m ridgeback in my perma-collection). [size=2]Side note: I also went back to days 3 and 4 to edit in a line about the chosen dragons being at the carnival because my amnesia brain totally forgot about that element after day 2.[/size] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/54DQP99.png[/img][/center]
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Who’s the weirdest / most unique member of your clan? What makes them so interesting?

Bonus challenge: Take a screenshot of a dragon hitting level seven.
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Death-in-the-Trees (Hickory) practically struts around the festivities with the rest of The Silver Scale Pack. He knows he looks good in his colourful, bedazzled riding gear. He even won a race and got prizes! Usually he likes to hunt his meat (an unusual meal for any seafood-preferring ridgeback), but winning an entire herdbeast in the race was undeniably satisfying.

Before The Silver Scale Pack, he came from a society of stealthy, carnivorous ridgebacks who could meld with shadows. He can also meld with shadows. When he wants to. Right now he wants to stand out and turn heads. His bonded companion, Rana, asks that nobody tell him how silly he looks. It'll hurt his feelings.

No matter which way you look at it, Hickory is an odd duck (including oocly as the only m ridgeback in my perma-collection).

Side note: I also went back to days 3 and 4 to edit in a line about the chosen dragons being at the carnival because my amnesia brain totally forgot about that element after day 2.
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89570680][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=89570680&skin=0&apparel=1749,48996,48180,10659,2464,2501,2560,29007,29000&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] [b]Day 5 - Eborneu[/b][/center] Eborneu walked down the street with game stalls, with his familiar Styx on their shoulder. They had a deep connection with the raven, even inventing a way to carry her around with an [gamedb item=48180]. The raven guided them as they had very weak eyesight because of their albinism. [b]Eborneu wasn't considered weird by the clan, but they considered themselves that way.[/b] They always tried to hide themselves with their [gamedb item=10659] and their white scales with the [gamedb item=29014] they wore at all times. Because of their disability, they also considered themself the weakest link of the clan. The rest of the clan knew this wasn't true, of course. [b]Eborneu had a uniquely strong sense of hearing and smell, and a connection with their companion no other dragon, even [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89945991]Feratula [/url]with her familiars, had.[/b] They even saved a big portion of the clan from a fire once by waking up to the smell of smoke. Eborneu always tried their best at being helpful and beneficial for the clan because they felt like their weakness was a burden for them. While the clan assured them that is not the case, they always appreciated their kind personality and tried to help them with their inferiority complex. [spoiler]I'm sorry if I offended anyone by giving Eborneu a disability and writing how it affects them, I never intended to sound ableist and tried to avoid it too, I apologize if I accidentally sounded that way anyway.[/spoiler] Note: I'm planning on giving this dragon a specific outfit but I don't have the funds for it yet. I wrote this text as if the dragon is already wearing their planned outfit, and the given image provides that outfit. [b]Bonus:[/b] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/781417235058524160/1184848228974350418/Screenshot_2023-12-14_161655.png[/img]
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Day 5 - Eborneu

Eborneu walked down the street with game stalls, with his familiar Styx on their shoulder. They had a deep connection with the raven, even inventing a way to carry her around with an Enchanted Raven Necklace. The raven guided them as they had very weak eyesight because of their albinism. Eborneu wasn't considered weird by the clan, but they considered themselves that way. They always tried to hide themselves with their Reaper Guise and their white scales with the Black Tulip Bloombox they wore at all times. Because of their disability, they also considered themself the weakest link of the clan. The rest of the clan knew this wasn't true, of course. Eborneu had a uniquely strong sense of hearing and smell, and a connection with their companion no other dragon, even Feratula with her familiars, had. They even saved a big portion of the clan from a fire once by waking up to the smell of smoke. Eborneu always tried their best at being helpful and beneficial for the clan because they felt like their weakness was a burden for them. While the clan assured them that is not the case, they always appreciated their kind personality and tried to help them with their inferiority complex.

I'm sorry if I offended anyone by giving Eborneu a disability and writing how it affects them, I never intended to sound ableist and tried to avoid it too, I apologize if I accidentally sounded that way anyway.

Note: I'm planning on giving this dragon a specific outfit but I don't have the funds for it yet. I wrote this text as if the dragon is already wearing their planned outfit, and the given image provides that outfit.

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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/76466643][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/764667/76466643.png[/img][/url] Helios is having an absolute blast at this carnival, all the games he can play and all the food he can eat, comfort foods and new novel items. This is turning out to be the best birthlands vacation ever. He gets a telegram by special delivery today. His NEW CUSTOM BEAR IS READY, he quick hightails it to Pick-Up and gasps. It is the mother of all bears. Well, sort of. It's a fox, and it has 3 baby foxes! Just what was ordered. Fox-mom has a very special meaning for him. It's made special for his den momma, and her 3 hatchlings, or whatever they are called. All he knows is that this is the best day ever, and he really doesn't want vacation to end. He finds a nice bonfire with a comfy lounge chair to sit in with a hot tea, along with a crumpet, and plunks down to sip while ogling his new buddy. Must be mindful of the crumbs though! He gently pokes each little fox-bear in the nose, you must be John, and YOU must be Kimie and this other one must be Gavin! He inhales the 'new bear smell', kind of like cinnamon, woodsmoke and new baby smell. He will take good care of them and get everyone back to the lair safe and sound. Singing dragons go strolling by, it seems that everyone is having a good time! Life is good! [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/820826336251609088/1178455071458082816/fox_mom.png[/img] ----- [img]https://i.imgur.com/4u0hvyX.png[/img][/center]
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Helios is having an absolute blast at this carnival, all the games he can play and all the food he can eat, comfort foods and new novel items. This is turning out to be the best birthlands vacation ever. He gets a telegram by special delivery today. His NEW CUSTOM BEAR IS READY, he quick hightails it to Pick-Up and gasps. It is the mother of all bears. Well, sort of. It's a fox, and it has 3 baby foxes! Just what was ordered. Fox-mom has a very special meaning for him. It's made special for his den momma, and her 3 hatchlings, or whatever they are called. All he knows is that this is the best day ever, and he really doesn't want vacation to end. He finds a nice bonfire with a comfy lounge chair to sit in with a hot tea, along with a crumpet, and plunks down to sip while ogling his new buddy. Must be mindful of the crumbs though! He gently pokes each little fox-bear in the nose, you must be John, and YOU must be Kimie and this other one must be Gavin! He inhales the 'new bear smell', kind of like cinnamon, woodsmoke and new baby smell. He will take good care of them and get everyone back to the lair safe and sound. Singing dragons go strolling by, it seems that everyone is having a good time! Life is good!

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