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@Oopsie4711 ! Hi! I did something for Crossbones!! Do as you will with the concept!! I will say though, I read some of your lore and it's super interesting! :0c @Progress oooh! i like that concept! thank you! :3c [center]-----[/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/98826798][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/988268/98826798.png[/img][/url] Crossbones had been a wanderer for years, having moved from her original clan on the hunt for creatures big and strong after one had near-decimated the place she once called home. With each clan she wandered through, she would train and get stronger. With each clan she wandered through, she would gain more techniques and more knowledge about local fauna. She would get better at her growing craft. Better at killing. Better at [i]protecting[/i]. Daily, her bestiary grows with weaknesses, with specific strategies to use against each specific creature. She was doing her best to work her way up to slaying the beast that ruined her original clan. That being said.... no-one tell her the beast that ruined her original clan was.. [i]The[/i] Emperor. Luminax. Her attempt to slay a behemoth of that caliber, despite the skills and the strength she has gathered, would never work. She would need to train for centuries more before being capable of such a task solo. [Center]-----[/center] For the next person; anydragon on the [b]Second pages[/b] of my [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/437731/1734882/2?name=&type=undefined]Lair[/url] and my [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/den/437731]Den[/url] need some kind of lore! Feel free to look at parents if you need ideas! [i]Some[/i] dragons in these tabs may have outfits or vague role ideas on their profiles somewhere :)

@MissPinkDragon All done! I tried to build an interesting concept while keeping it short and sweet. Hope you like it! [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=87641288][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/876413/87641288.png[/img][/url] Supernova (or “Nova” for short) tends to her keysmith shop with lots of care. Every morning she would wake before dawn to tidy up before the bell above the door jingled as customers entered. Many seek her expertise in crafting and repairing keys, but the townsfolk were unaware that Nova kept a secret: she was an Ethereal mage. Nova’s mind often wandered to her true nature, and as the days go on, her powers seem to grow along with the sun and its light. However, by night, Nova’s powers somehow vanish, leaving not a single trace of magic. On her days off, she would practice her powers in secrecy. Nova would try her best to dim her light powers but failed as it grew brighter. She had no choice but to unleashed it, each burst of light illuminating the darkened corners of her small home. She let out a nervous sigh. At this moment, only one thought crossed her mind: [i]They must not find out.[/i] [center]_______________[/center] @Aurelyon Wow, I LOVE it! Thank you <3

@Progress I didn't realize I wrote so much haha ^^' I do hope you like it! Since both she and Sendio didn't have lore I did write him into her story [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=100576288][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/1005763/100576288.png[/img][/url] As a mage, Raya was always taught to keep to her element. If she wished to strengthen her mana she would have to reside in the cold and frozen expanse of the Icefields. Even told this, Raya had other ideas in mind. If she grew in comfort then what would become of her weaknesses? Would she melt away like a snowflake experiencing the heat of a single breath? She was determined to escape such a fate. Her journey to the smokey lands of the Ashfall Waste was not an easy one. Despite her potent magic and years of training, she had never set foot outside her frosty home before this very adventure. As a mage with no real experience, she faced many hardships to survive in such a strange world. Even her hunger would attack her if dragons or beasts hadn't gotten to her first. In the end, Raya persevered. Her fervent willpower kept her on her destined path towards the land of fire. Upon her arrival, she was exhausted and barely able to continue but most of all she felt immense relief. Finally she would overcome the obstacles preventing her ascent to archmage status. It had been her dream ever since she was but a small hatchling to be as strong as the icy archmages before her. Her relief, however, was short lived as she felt the presence of another approaching her. Becoming alert, she scanned her surroundings and spotted another dragon. After her previous encounters she was wary of strangers and quickly got into a defensive position. With her wings ready to take flight, she waited for them to make the first move. To Raya's surprise, the dragon simply laid down and basked in the heat of a nearby thermal vent. Curious, she relaxed and observed the dragon for a moment. The dragon, a large guardian, was drifting off near the vent and was seemingly unbothered by the heat. Raya wasn't sure if he had even noticed her presence or if he just wanted a quick nap near the heat source. Regardless of his intent, she kept her eyes on them while resting and gathering her strength. Any mage knew it took time to recover the mana spent and it would do her no good to push forward in her current condition. After some time had passed, Raya felt well enough to set out once more to hopefully find a place to stay and cultivate her mana in such a blistering climate. As soon as she readied her wings, a low voice called to her, "Little fay, what is an ice dweller such as yourself doing in these heated lands?" Taken aback, she turned and saw it was the once slumbering guardian speaking to her. Did he wait until she was rested before speaking? Perhaps he was trying to show he meant no harm. She pushed those thoughts away, "What purpose would it serve if I told you? We are not acquainted and I am supposed to trust you with that information?" The guardian hummed, seemingly understanding her trepidation, "Ah yes small mage, how rude of me. My name is Sendio and these are lands that I call my home. It is odd to see a cold climate denizen travel here, let alone forgo passage across the sea." Raya became a bit embarrassed as he mentioned her way of travel. She had chosen not to travel over the seas for fear of strong winds blowing her small form away and taking her even further off course. Surely he could understand that, she was not a dragon of his stature after all. She shook herself from her thoughts and responded, "I will pardon your rudeness, they call me Raya. As you must be able to discern, I might be one gust of heavy wind away from flying off course if I were to travel by sea." "My mistake, I did not realize it would be trouble for a dragon of your size and capabilities," the way he spoke wasn't mocking the fay but she certainly didn't like his words. "Well now you know. Pardon me as I will be on my way," eager to cut this conversation short she prepared to make a quick getaway from the dragon, having had enough of his pleasantries. Before she could get very far, she heard the swoop of large wings behind her and knew Sendio had taken flight. Pausing, she turned and made eye contact with him, a displeased look taking form on her face. He said nothing and just watched her; this made the mage grow more cross with the guardian. "Care to explain why it is that you are following me?" she huffed, wishing he'd leave her be. The mage had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy though, he must be doing this for a reason. She couldn't tell but under his hood he was growing amused, "I just want to ensure your safety Raya. What is a little ice mage going to do in this blistering hot environment? You might as well be signing your own death sentence." Raya narrowed her eyes at Sendio but she knew he had a point. She was from a glacial landscape with little in terms of warmth. Now she set foot in this fiery land and hadn't quite adjusted to the temperatures. She needed to train herself to both tolerate the heat and remove fire as her weakness. Feeling ashamed of these facts she once again focused on the guardian, "What will you following me solve? Do I matter so much that you care for my life? We were strangers but a moment ago." Sendio conceded, those were all facts of the matter at hand but for some reason he felt it wrong to leave Raya to her own devices. He scanned her tiny frame and came to the conclusion it would be better to protect her than let her die in vain. Seeing as he had made up his mind he asserted, "It is wrong for someone able of protection to leave the defenseless to walk into their death. Therefore, please allow me to invite you to sojourn in our lair for the remainder of your time in the Ashfall Wastes." Bewildered by his offer, Raya just fluttered in place. She was stunned at both his boldness and naivety with his invitation. However, for some reason she didn't find it unpleasant. Tempted by the offer of shelter and a place to call her own, she agreed, "Alright, I will travel with you to your clan. Lead the way o’ great guardian." Sendio chuckled at her words but was relieved she said yes, "Alright my liege, follow me." ----- NP: feel free to write for anyone except the dragons in Caelus, I am revamping my lore and lair atm. Anyone from the Desertum tab in my den would be preferred since I have 0 ideas for them but I won't be upset if you choose anyone else. @tinkeringBull thanks a bunch! I like that concept for her ^^

@Aurelyon Hi!! Sorry that it's kinda dark and not very coherent, had to really rack my brain for this one. >_> Was really inspired by Vysus's outfit and skin, and thought about life (with her gardening tools) and death (with the dark green and earthy colors) [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/97659652][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/976597/97659652.png[/img][/url] ----- There is an end to everything. It’s a fact Vysus had ingrained into her mind and soul ever since the beginning. Things break; When Vysus hatched all those years ago, smashing and stabbing through her fragile eggshell, desperate for a way to get out and to meet her family and her clan. The egg shell had shattered, and out she came, eating what remained of the shell for sustenance. Food decays; Vysus had left her dinner at the table one day, to go play and frolic around with her friends, and came back to see it duller and mushier than before, covered with flies and bugs. Her parents had warned her to finish her meal beforehand— Something about it being nearly spoiled —but, distracted by her peers, she didn’t listen. The insects ate it for her in the end. Plants wither; She had thought it would be a good idea to take up gardening, to grow herbs, harvest them, and sell them in exchange for money. Vysus thought it was an easy task, until she over watered her garden once and had to watch them die out. Being off-schedule in watering and missing a day wasn't an option either; She had to strike a balance or face another good batch of herbs wasted. Dragons die; Dragons grow old, get sick, and die fighting for their lives. It is natural. It is inevitable. It had happened to her parents, her siblings, and her clan members. Death comes to all in the end, and it always feels sudden despite how much one expects it. Vysus knows all of this too well. Things will end, no matter how hard one tries to stop it. But, what other dragons seem to forget, is that something new will always come along. Broken, empty eggshells indicate that life was brought into the world; Decayed food continues to sustain other living beings past its expiry date; Plants reproduce and spread seeds during their lifetime; And one's life doesn't end the moment someone else's life does. Life follows death, and death follows life; A never-ending cycle working to keep the balance within the world. So, Vysus continues on. She lives the life she's given until it's taken away. She travels, she sows, and she reaps. She laughs, she cries, and she seethes. Vysus helps to create life with the seeds she plants, soothe those suffering with her own medicine, and respects death and the dead. For one day, it'll be her buried underneath the soil, laying alongside the roots of her crops. There is an end to everything. Vysus is okay with that. ----- @Progress Thank you for the wonderful lore!! I'll add it to her bio soon Next: Would love some lore for Elle!! She's a very blank slate at the moment [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/99555943][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/995560/99555943_350.png[/img][/url]

@TinkeringBull [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=99555943][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/995560/99555943.png[/img][/url] One crisp morning, as sunlight filtered through the forest, Elle sat amidst her clutter, staring at a block of maple wood. She could see a dozen possibilities within it—a graceful swan, a sturdy chair, or a whimsical woodland creature. But each idea led to another, creating a whirlwind of confusion. Frustrated, she let out a sigh, her breath warm against the wood. Elle couldn't decide where to begin, and the pressure of her own creativity weighed heavily on her heart. Upset, Elle decided to go to a clan meeting place, where different clans meet up and spoke about their journeys. Hatchlings of all shapes and sizes tend to gather there as well, but they were always bored out of their own little minds; today was no different. However, Elle felt a spark in her heart, a desire to bring happiness to these small dragonets. She swooped down behind a tree stump that the hatchlings were gathered around and quickly introduced herself. She had a bright idea and quickly grabbed some of her wooden figures out of her satchel. Similar to a puppet show, Elle used the figures to tell her own made-up stories, many of which make the hatchlings smile. Bringing happiness to others made her heart sing with joy, and she returned to her workshop to create more figures for even more stories to come. [center]_______ @Emmeagram I love it, well done! I will add the lore to Bjorn and Radiance’s bios when I get the time :D Some lore for my progens would be nice. No pressure tho, feel free to pick another dragon in my lair if you’re not comfortable with that [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=97761305][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/977614/97761305.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=97761306][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/977614/97761306.png[/img][/url]

@Progress, feel free to use it as a base; no credit is required. You can use it as a starting point or completely disregard it. [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/977614/97761305p.png[/img][/center] [u][b]Radiance, the Lighthouse (Pharos) at the Edge [/b][/u] Word count: 432 words Radiance stands on the white sandy beach, where mangrove roots cling to the shifting white sands, as the sea whispers against the shore. Today is calm. A rarity. This stretch of coastline—caught in the cradled corner between the Shifting Expanse, the Ashfall Waste, and the Sea of a Thousand Currents—belongs to no banner. The land is unclaimed, fractured, raw. A place most dragons pass by without name or thought. But Radiance stays. She built a clan here. Not with stone or script, but with presence. She built it on her back. Dug out the homes with her claws. Forged friendships and alliances with her voice. Radiance is a Guardian from the Sunbeam Ruins, golden-eyed and steady. She left the gleaming cliffs of Light Flight behind long ago, following the pull of [b]The Search[/b] through scorched lava fields, storm-churned deserts, and sunken ruins. The Search carried her farther than she ever imagined—until it stopped, here, at the ocean’s edge. It was not a relic that became her Charge. Nor a beast. Nor a soul. It was this [I]place[/i]: wild, wounded, and waiting. The quiet place between. Where lightning forgets to strike, and the fire loses its heat. Where the sea breaths. Here, she serves as the clan pharos—the standing beacon during personal storms and furious winds. A guardian not just of territory, but of purpose. Of forward motion. Of becoming. Her clan is young, scattered, and strange—fossils and sparks and ghosts stitched together by grit. But under her watch, they’ve begun to grow. To hope. To build. And yet, for all their dreams of progress, it was the future that led her back to the sea. Radiance stands still, fins relaxed, beard catching the sea breeze. She watches the horizon not for danger, but for meaning. She does not always need to fight. Not every day demands armor. Today is calm. And for now, that is enough. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/977614/97761306p.png[/img][/center] [u][b]Bjorn, the Clan’s North Star[/b][/u] Word count: 484 words The tide was low when he came home. The white sands at the edge of the world—where fire, storm, and sea touch and tangle—were quiet in the dawn light. The mangrove roots stood still in their briny nests, casting long, skeletal shadows over the shore. Pale mist hugged the ground. The sea, for once, did not roar. From beneath the waves, a deep, resonant boom echoed—a pressure shift, a signal, felt more than heard. And then, with a breach like a slow exhale, Bjorn rose from the ocean. Water cascaded off his back in sheets. Salt, silt, and glacial melt shimmered in the light. His fins fanned wide, trailing spray, before folding against his broad frame. Barnacles clung to the curve of his tail like pearls. He hauled himself ashore with the unhurried strength of someone who knew no one would challenge him. The secluded beach did not greet him with cheers or fanfare. Only the wind, soft and curious. Only the quiet whisper of tide returning to itself. But from the rise above the sand, between twisted roots and bleached driftwood, Radiance watched. She did not move. She did not call out. She simply stood—fins relaxed, eyes bright with recognition—and held the line as she always had. Bjorn met her gaze, and that was enough. Two titans, carved from different elements, sharing one truth: He had found his way back. [b]Bjorn made his way home.[/b] The clan stirred behind her. Younger dragons peeked from dens and groves, wide-eyed. Whispers fluttered like seabirds on the wind. Bjorn said nothing. He did not need to. A quiet nod between the two monoliths of the clan. He stepped past [b]Radiance[/b] and into the mangrove shade, meltwater pooling beneath his feet. Radiance shifts her stance, the weight she was holding in her shoulders and wings now shifted, released into the white sands. Bjorn returns with his maps were still packed with once uncharted routes. The stories not yet told. Or seen before Bjorn's second odyssey. But the stars had brought him home. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll pass on the lore for now. Thank you. :3

@UnhingedSpiral [center] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=98048454][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/980485/98048454.png[/img][/url] When a vast storm swept across the Shattered Plain, there was but a single thing lying within the barren expanse, crawling from the cracks within the dirt was a Sandsurge. Still a hatchling, his faceted eyes reflected the waters of every maelstrom within the sea, lightning that surged from every pore of his body identical to every strike within the Shifting Expanse, scales cracked like the earth he'd been born from, like a desert after a decade without rain. A young dragon awoken from the depths by the harshness of nature, and forever bearing every mark of it. There are rumors that his appearance from the Earth itself may be a bad omen, or that the hatchling may have control over the myriad of things he mirrors. But who knows? Those are just rumors, right? [/center] ---------- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/lair/602272/2113556/3?name=&type=undefined]Here[/url] or [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/den/602272/2113557/4?name=&type=undefined]Here[/url] would be great, but feel free to go for anyone who strikes some inspiration in you!! @cpatchii OH MY GOSHH!!!!!!! that's so good and cute i love it so so much!!!!! i love the implementation of so many other dragons in my clan its so so neat....

@cervidolgist [s]claim[/s] This was really fun to write!! Hope you like it :> [center][b]Oakley[/b][/center] [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/93763211][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/937633/93763211_350.png[/img][/url] Oakley still remembers his hatching day, alone amidst the calming grasses of the Zephyr Steppes. The egg had been left alone, abandoned in the realm of the Windsinger. This was certainly not the place anyone would expect to find a Gaoler in. And yet, there he was, without a name nor a family, just a lone hatchling in a patch of reeds. Afraid. He was very afraid at first. It felt wrong, to be so alone. As though he ought to have someone, more dragons like him around him, parents, though he didn't know that word quite yet. Much of his youth was spent weaving through the bushes, watching the bugs in the grass and the kites of Cloudsong off in the distance, simply enjoying the nature he lived in without much of a care. He was shy by nature, always avoiding the other families of dragons in the Steppes, too afraid they would think him odd. He knew he had too much fur to be anything like most of them, and his antlers set him apart from the rest. Not to mention, they all spoke a language he had never learned. And there was the flying, too. It seemed to come so naturally to the other dragons his age as he got older. The winds of the Steppes would carry them up and around the skies, and they would laugh and fly with their families. Oakley could only watch with a longing gaze, his own wings too small to carry him. There eventually came a day when Oakley's wanderings led him to the edge of the Steppes, where the Trading Post lay. The sights and sounds and smells were near overwhelming to him, so many new dragons and things he had never seen before. One stall in particular caught his eye, one selling various brightly-colored plants to eat. Oakley, of course, did not have any money on him, nor did he know what money was at all, so he assumed it would be fine just to eat directly out of a rather large crate of the plants. This soon proved a mistake, as the crate was shut by the stall's careless merchant with Oakley still trapped inside. The young dragon was scared, panicked. He worried he would be stuck there forever. The merchant, meanwhile, not realizing the young Gaoler stuck amidst their wares, set out on the journey back to the Sunbeam Ruins to restock their supplies, for that was where those plants had been harvested from. It was a long journey, tedious, but at least Oakley had food in the crate to survive off of for the time being. To say Oakley was confused when the crate was opened would be an understatement. They were both confused, really, Oakley and the merchant alike. Oakley wondered where he had been taken to, for this new landscape looked nothing like the Windswept Plateau at all. And the merchant wondered how a stowaway Gaoler had ended up in a box of his plants somewhere along the journey. Regardless, the younger dragon seemed not to know how to talk, or much of anything, really, so all the merchant could really do was help him out of the crate and hope he knew where he was going. From there, Oakley did what he did best. He wandered. He wandered off into the wilderness without a real direction, only knowing that this would be his new home now. It wasn't bad. There were plenty of new things to explore, at least, and it wasn't like he had any really close connection to anyone back at the Steppes. If anything, this place was more cozy. He liked the way the light shone on his face, and the winds here weren't constantly reminding him of his flightlessness like they used to. For a while, Oakley simply lived as he was used to living, and was quite content with his life. One day, in that same wilderness, Oakley found something he thought he'd never see. A dragon with small, padded wings like his, a furry mane like his, big elegant antlers just like him. And they were watching a bug walk through the grass, just like he liked to do. He had found someone of his own kind. He approached them carefully, which confused them at first. They spoke the same language as everyone else, too, so it worried them when Oakley was seemingly unable to respond to anything they said. They decided to take him to their clan, to make sure everything was alright with this mysterious dragon from the woods. That dragon was Angel. They were the one to give him the name Oakley, as well as the first one to pick up on his innate fascination with nature. It was, after all, something they shared. After a bit of talking with Emperor, it was decided that Oakley would be allowed to stay in the clan, living as an apprentice to Angel in their entomological studies. He was given regular lessons in language and history by Willow, and soon made friends with much of the rest of the clan as well, taking a liking especially to those who shared he and Angel's interest in the natural world. Though his spoken draconic is still broken and imperfect, he understands the language well, and continues to study entomology avidly under Angel's guidance today.[/center] For the next person, I'd love lore for any of these dragons: [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101244575]Xagron[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101244575]Carribea[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101130397]Asahi[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/100948797]Callisto[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/91117736]Amarth[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/100484303]Majesty[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/99784551]Current[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/48145559]Spectre[/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101100746]Ouro[/url] and [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/101848117]Bouras[/url] (mating pair) @TrueTerror tysm!! I love the mad scientist sort of vibe you gave him! Also the conflicting morals... so gut-wrenching T-T Overall great lore!

@cpatchii Here's some lore for Majesty! [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/100484303][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/1004844/100484303_350.png[/img][/url] [rule] The concoction in front of Majesty bubbled and hissed. The rising steam wafted toward him, carrying a putrid and chemically sweet odor. It smelled like science. Majesty murmured something and reached blindly behind him. Majesty's claws brushed something, which promptly fell to the ground and shattered, but he didn't dare look away, not even for a second. This could be it. Test #174 could be the one. Majesty closed his eyes and imagined it for a second. Fame, respect, his face on posters. He could have it all. All he had to do was perfect this solution. No matter if it took him ten tries or ten thousand. A dragon of nature could be an acolyte of rot, undoubtedly. No longer would he feel out of place. No longer would his clan stare daggers into the back of his neck just for the color of his eyes. No longer would he need to prove his alliance to everyone he met if he could just [i]perfect this.[/i] The beaker in front of Majesty had stopped bubbling and had turned a sickly orange color. If he had done the calculations correctly, a single dose of this toxin would be able to take down an acre of forest. Gently, carefully, he took a dropper and some long harvested shrubs and placed them on the table in front of him. Slowly, [i]agonizingly[/i] slowly, the toxin left the dropper and fell onto the leaves of the shrubbery. It smoked where it had touched the organic matter, and within seconds the leaves curled and withered. The blight spread through the branches as if through veins, irradiating outward from the initial point. It was a success. As he watched the plant turn inward on itself as it rapidly withered and died, Majesty let out a soft, wheezing laugh. After all this time, what he had accomplished seemed unreal. If any part of him regretted destroying the shrub so thoroughly, Majesty didn't acknowledge it. Nothing was going to stop him now. [rule] For next, anyone works! Just not fodder :)