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Clan Info
Deep in the southwestern swamplands, where the lush wilderness of the Viridian Labyrinth merges into the cold marsh of the Tangled Wood, there is a stump. It was a tree, once. Once, when the sun still shown over the Hewn City and the Wandering Contagion had yet to wander.
It was a beautiful tree. Beautiful and giant, like a long and lost sister to the Behemoth herself. A cypress of some bogged sort, wide, with roots reaching out in all directions and digging into the soft soil like a grasping claw. Its branches rose high into the sky, and its leaves eclipsed the very heavens. At night, its falling leaves seemed unto shooting stars.
There are no branches left. Only the jagged bark of a stump split half-way down the log. Any fallen limbs have either rotted away or sunken into the peat. What remains of the tree's bark is dark with moisture, peeling and sloughing off at the weakest parts. The southern third is engulfed almost entirely in fungus- thick, spongy growths that blow a faint trail of spores in the breeze.
The crumbling fissures in the stump's wood allow something like an interior, a safe hollowness from the elements. At the center's approximation, under just where the split walls give way to open sky, there is a statue.
It would've been a fountain, if the water in its pool weren't as stagnant and murky as that of the swamp itself. The statue's ivory is mossy and chipped. Underneath the grime is the Gladekeeper's proud visage. She stands tall in her pool, lily pads floating in place at her feet. Tadpoles swim between their flowers, waiting for the day they escape.
Within the stump is a clan, if it can be called that. The Alcoves. A loose affiliation of secular dragons, working together when their lone efforts aren't enough. They go about their business in the relative isolation of the bole, avoiding each other as best as possible.
However, they are not the only presence in the wood. Within the corpse of their home, somethings stirs.
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I'm Emerson and these are my dragons!
I use he/him pronouns. I like writing a lot. I care for a small window garden and I enjoy listening to music.
Feel free to message me, I'm cool with talking about whatever. I also really appreciate any tips and/or advice.
Note! This is an exalting lair. If a dragon is in the "Just Leaving" tab, it will most likely be exalted. If I've bought and/or exalted your dragon and you'd like me to retrieve it for you, please feel free to send me a private message so we can talk.
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It was a beautiful tree. Beautiful and giant, like a long and lost sister to the Behemoth herself. A cypress of some bogged sort, wide, with roots reaching out in all directions and digging into the soft soil like a grasping claw. Its branches rose high into the sky, and its leaves eclipsed the very heavens. At night, its falling leaves seemed unto shooting stars.
There are no branches left. Only the jagged bark of a stump split half-way down the log. Any fallen limbs have either rotted away or sunken into the peat. What remains of the tree's bark is dark with moisture, peeling and sloughing off at the weakest parts. The southern third is engulfed almost entirely in fungus- thick, spongy growths that blow a faint trail of spores in the breeze.
The crumbling fissures in the stump's wood allow something like an interior, a safe hollowness from the elements. At the center's approximation, under just where the split walls give way to open sky, there is a statue.
It would've been a fountain, if the water in its pool weren't as stagnant and murky as that of the swamp itself. The statue's ivory is mossy and chipped. Underneath the grime is the Gladekeeper's proud visage. She stands tall in her pool, lily pads floating in place at her feet. Tadpoles swim between their flowers, waiting for the day they escape.
Within the stump is a clan, if it can be called that. The Alcoves. A loose affiliation of secular dragons, working together when their lone efforts aren't enough. They go about their business in the relative isolation of the bole, avoiding each other as best as possible.
However, they are not the only presence in the wood. Within the corpse of their home, somethings stirs.
--
I'm Emerson and these are my dragons!
I use he/him pronouns. I like writing a lot. I care for a small window garden and I enjoy listening to music.
Feel free to message me, I'm cool with talking about whatever. I also really appreciate any tips and/or advice.
Note! This is an exalting lair. If a dragon is in the "Just Leaving" tab, it will most likely be exalted. If I've bought and/or exalted your dragon and you'd like me to retrieve it for you, please feel free to send me a private message so we can talk.
wishlist: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&tab=dragon&id=467013&did=51922499&function=edit#bio
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Lithops was FP, and she is gorgeous
Lithops was on the front page! She is beautiful :3
Iris was on the FP! her color combination is stunning <3
hey there! I was checking in on one of my hatchlings, Mahogany, and I got caught up reading a lot of your clan's lore and it's really spectacular,, I love the personality of your writing <3
Thank you! Your lore is amazing, I love the secluded nature of your clan's lair! Your writing is super evocative. <3
Hey Corie is a grand kid of one of my dragons! You got him in the lucky egg game!
Okay, Lobelia looks AMAZING. I love her.
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aAaaA! I'm so glad you like it! She was absolutely gorgeous, and I really wanted to do her since I haven't drawn starmap before :D
You made my day! I'm glad you like it
Thank you so much for the art of Cole! It's so amazing and I absolutely love it!
Your lore is absolutely fantastic! And your dragons are gorgeous, too.
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