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Basava yells in agreement for Brokenspirit's reign "Brokenspirit!" @Drakonphobia

how many more days until zebrin can breed? basava can in 13 @redamancy

@drakonophobia
Trident could only stare at the corpsemakers. He was less than eager to choose, when he knew that he wanted to be leader. But, he was still new, nodragon trusted him. He sat in bitter silence and chose only by inclining his head toward BrokenSpirit.

Leader: N/A
Deputy: N/A
Assassins: @Drakonophobia BrokenSpirit, @ElveraBasilisk Lucius @Redamancy Zebrin
Poisoners (like assassins and alchemists combined): @Ragwilt Basava
Hunters:
Healers: @CrookedHalo1109 Hadrian
Warlocks/Mages:
Fighters: @stealthclaw Hemlock and Necros
Aerial Fighters (fighters that specialize in air and flying combat): @CrimsonAero Trident
Spies: @Psybug BlacKrim



A bright yellow Guardian snorted at Broken's speech. Green gems dotted her body, making flight more difficult. Not that it mattered, she was not one to fly, and nor was her mate. Hemlock had been standing beside her partner, a similarly colored Guardian with dull orange crystals sprouting from his scales. She was keeping an eye on the other dragons surrounding them, knowing one of them was a murderer. But then again, she paused, a lot of them were murderers. But to be betrayed by a fellow criminal was unheard of. She liked to believe that they had a code among their fellows. To see that she was wrong only made her ten times more protective of her partner.

Necros was unamused by all of this. The speech, the murder of their trusted deputy, and overall, the fact that they were now leaderless. If he found the killer he'd rip them to shreds. How dare they disrupt their meager lives within their niche? Besides, if one had turned against them, who was to say that others wouldn't? He needed to be vigilant. Necros trusted his partner without a doubt. They would survive an onslaught, but he couldn't say the same for their clanmembers.

So the pinglist would be...
@Drakonophobia
@Crookedhalo1109
@Elverabasilisk
@Redamancy
@Ragwilt
@StealthClaw
@CrimsonAero
@PsyBug
@Scryzze

Hadrian blinked in surprise. BrokenSpirit had never quite seemed like the leader type. Then again, she hadn't been in his cave often, having not been injured too much. He glanced towards the other CorpseMakers. Between the assorted thieves, murderers, and other less than angelic dragons, BrokenSpirit did seem like a worthy option. He didn't join in with the chorus of people supporting her of course, but he didn't protest it either.

@Drakonophobia @Crookedhalo1109 @Redamancy @Ragwilt @StealthClaw @CrimsonAero @PsyBug @Scryzze [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17679193] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/176792/17679193_350.png[/img] [/url] Lucius paced at the outer edge of the bonfire, his sleek, black scales only vaguely alight from the fire. He listened silently to the debate, making no notion of whether he agreed or not. He lift his dark gaze to see as he paused in his pace. His ears swivel as he merely listened, allowing the clan to work it out amongst themselves. ((where are the Faithful Talons stationed? :) ))

@Ragwilt
((zebby has 10 more days to go : o))

@Drakonophobia @Crookedhalo1109 @Elverabasilisk @Ragwilt @StealthClaw @CrimsonAero @PsyBug @Scryzze [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/199896/19989549_350.png?mtime=Vp03UgADFyc.png[/img] Zebrin had lazily let himself lay down just away from the main of the crowd, his ears flicking from underneath his satin white hood. his cold eyes pierced onto the others like stingers. he hasn't spoken a noise since this meeting had started. he really only made a reaction at the sudden cry of broken spirits name, n which he just smiles In agreement at that. his arms sprawling out in front of him

[center]@Drakonophobia @Crookedhalo1109 @Elverabasilisk @Ragwilt @StealthClaw @CrimsonAero @PsyBug @Redamancy ((Guess I'm just going to throw Bane in the meeting, since the Faithful Talons don't seem to have a starting point yet and it should be a good place for him.))[/center] ----- [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17516683] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/175167/17516683_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] The Pearlcatcher stared silently at the Wildclaw making her small speech. His eyes flicked around the camp, studying the other dragons' expressions and their reactions. It seemed like they mostly wanted this dragon to lead. He turned his attention back to BrokenSpirit. No motion was made to agree or disagree. Bane thought over what she had said; Both the leader and deputy have been slain. An interesting situation. He would leave immediately after a new leader was chosen, and report back to the Talons. He could feel that a battle would growing close, and they needed to know.

@Drakonophobia @Crookedhalo1109 @Redamancy @Ragwilt @StealthClaw @CrimsonAero @PsyBug @Scryzze ((yeah, I'll just make a call on where xD)) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18367515] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/183676/18367515_350.png[/img] [/url] Fortuna wait with the rest of the Talons, bathing in the moonlight. She was lounged across the rubble of a fallen pillar, awaiting word from Bane as her tail lightly thumped the rock. She breathed in through her nostrils, keeping herself meditated and calmed as her large paws absently curled around her hatchlings under her chest. She kept them against her while she gazed at the sea rolling up against the cliff.

@Elverabasilisk [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/200758/20075773_350.png?mtime=VqQR9gAC2dw.png[/img] the flame toned imperial had been hard at work shining and hardening tools and armour, eyes tired and sore by the end of It he had just finished fortunas sword, taking it in his jaw and padding over, lowering his head to set it down before her