Cleveland
(#58143074)
Level 11 Nocturne
Familiar
Barkskin Watcher
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Nocturne
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.74 m
Wingspan
7.39 m
Weight
568.04 kg
Genetics
Pear
Giraffe
Giraffe
Lapis
Noxtide
Noxtide
Fern
Ringlets
Ringlets
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 11 Nocturne
EXP: 2246 / 34264
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Cleveland's passport:
Alligatorsight 118679 (Alligator Clan)
FireFlight Clan (Had 3 kids: Rocky,BlueFlame and Smokey)
Ahote clan (crowharlequin) home
Angeloffate
Havandish City (Gwynnevaera)
Clan of the New Pestilence (SicklyMasquerade)
Willowfern Village (Larimarblue)
FeatheredVulpine
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AkiraLiliphenXP
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Vampkat71
Cleveland was a Hydra Clan dragon of high ranking. He recently got promoted after the Forbidden Portal opened but due to an unexpected situation he found himself traveling unknown lands. At first he was searching for his lost master Misty, but after learning that she didn't want him to find her he gave up the search.
His children continue traveling after he settles in the Ahote clan.
Alligatorsight 118679 (Alligator Clan)FireFlight Clan (Had 3 kids: Rocky,BlueFlame and Smokey)Ahote clan (crowharlequin) home AngeloffateHavandish City (Gwynnevaera)Clan of the New Pestilence (SicklyMasquerade) Willowfern Village (Larimarblue) FeatheredVulpineTo visit:
AkiraLiliphenXP Poisondrip64 Vampkat71Cleveland was a Hydra Clan dragon of high ranking. He recently got promoted after the Forbidden Portal opened but due to an unexpected situation he found himself traveling unknown lands. At first he was searching for his lost master Misty, but after learning that she didn't want him to find her he gave up the search.
His children continue traveling after he settles in the Ahote clan.
Bought for 55g plan to create perma
To do list:
Complete the travels
Breed him one last time
Perma him (have the scroll)
Noxtide him (lack a scroll)
Make him innocent (lack a scroll)
The Havendish Clan Adventure
“We’re going to have a visitor soon,” announced Samantha. “He’s a traveller.” The clan had become used to Samantha’s weird insights by now - the young spiral seemed to have a gift of clairvoyance. If she said a traveller was going to arrive, then a traveller would arrive. So when Cleveland showed up an hour later, they had already prepared a guest house for him. The young daughter of the clan leaders, Ember, had been waiting by the gates to greet him.
“Hello! Are you the traveller?” Ember inquired.
“Not sure about the traveller, but I’m certainly a traveller. Name’s Cleveland. I’m looking for a place to stay for a while. Does your clan have room?”
“We most certainly do! We got a guest house ready for you and everything. Welcome to Havendish Clan, Cleveland!” Though slightly puzzled, the nocturne followed Ember’s lead into the city. He seemed quite taken with the glittering settlement.
“So this is a Light city, hmm? Incredible! You all worship the Lightweaver, yes?” Cleveland remarked.
“Her?! Hardly!” Ember scoffed. “She’s such a bit- uh, bit of work!” Cleveland look fascinated.
“What sparked this animosity?”
“Well, we had this accident with an Emperor, and then my mama Jean went to get help from that hoity-toity toad turd, but Jean’s an imperial and Lightweaver doesn’t like imperials so she tried to kill my mama, and then my mom Seneca punched her in the nose and now we’re not talking to her anymore.” Cleveland couldn’t suppress an amazed chuckle.
“That’s quite a story! Mind if I record it? I’m somewhat of a collector of tales.”
“Uh, my moms say I’m not supposed to let anyone know about ‘the Emperor incident.’ Something about being booted off the continent if people found out we’d put them all in danger. But we’ve got plenty more stories to tell! Who knows, maybe you’ll even get to be in one yourself!”
Looking for more information on this clan full of stories, Cleveland found his way to Havendish Library. He had barely gotten through the door before something clobbered him in the face. That something turned out to be a dragon.
“Oh, hey, you’re NEW,” the dragon commented, voice weirdly low for a fae.
“I’m, uh, Cleveland, actually,” he responded, then mentally slapped himself. What an idiotic response! But the fae seemed to find it funny. She laughed.
“I’m Gertrude! This is my library. Intruders will meet a very unfortunate end as a pile of goo, so for your own sake I do hope you’re supposed to be here.”
“Oh my. Well, I’m just visiting the clan, not a proper resident, so if I’m not welcome I suppose I’ll just-“
“Ah! You’re the traveller, aren’t you!”
“…Yes?”
“Well in that case, welcome indeed! Anything I can help you learn?”
Cleveland was roused from his reading about ancient Havendish traders’ guilds by a very loud conversation at the front of the library. Curious, he carefully bookmarked his page and went to investigate.
“-and I’m telling you, the last I saw of him was near YOUR library! And as far as I know, no other dragon in my clan has a habit of making familiars disappear!”
“First of all, I’m telling YOU that I haven’t seen your dang scaleback since supper last night, and second of all, you have about as much proof of that as you of the Tidelord’s location!” The second speaker was definitely the fae librarian, but Cleveland didn’t recognise the mirror arguing with her.
“What’s the problem here?” he inquired. The mirror’s four eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, who the heck are YOU,” she snapped, tail lashing.
“That’s the traveller,” supplied Gertrude.
“Pipe down, ya creepazoid scaleback-snatcher, I was asking the nocturne,” retorted the mirror.
“I’m the traveller,” Cleveland repeated. The mirror looked irately suspicious.
“Say, you haven’t seen a scaleback around, have you?”
“No, ma’am.” He got the sense she should be treated with respect if he wanted his hide tooth-free.
“And you’d tell me if you had?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hmmmm.” She looked between him and Gertrude, tongue flicking out, then turned suddenly and stormed out of the library at a brisk pace.
“That was weird,” muttered Cleveland. “Who’s she?”
“That’s Seneca, our clan leader. And I would avoid calling her ‘weird’ if I were you.”
“Seneca? The Seneca who punched Lightweaver?” At this, Gertrude grimaced.
“Dang it Ember, you were not supposed to talk about that to outsiders. Ah, yes, the Seneca who punched Lightweaver.” Now Cleveland cringed, too.
“I will definitely refrain from calling her weird. Anyway, what’s the deal with the scaleback?” Gertrude rolled her eyes.
“It’s her pet, Cataliades. He goes missing on a regular basis, but this time, she thinks I ate him. As if! Way too many scales for my taste.” When Cleveland hesitated, she cackled. “Kidding, nocturne! I don’t eat familiars, I promise. Just experiment on them,” she winked. He wasn’t sure whether she was being serious or not. One of those things it was best not to find out about, he figured.
Whatever the heck was in Cleveland’s dinner, it was delicious. He’d just cleaned his dish when Seneca stood from her place at the head of the long table and clinked her talon against her glass. When the dragons fell silent, she spoke.
“It has come to my attention that there has been… a KIDNAPPING!” There was a gasp from the crowd. “Yes, a kidnapping! My companion Cataliades has gone missing!” There were groans from a few dragons, indicating that this was not an uncommon occurrence.
“Check the basement!” one dragon called, eliciting a few laughs. Seneca’s eyes glinted dangerously.
“I have checked the basement, my dear Shishir, and the attic, and the library, and the kitchens, and everywhere else I could possibly check. Either he has sprouted dragon wings and left the city, or somebody is deliberately hiding him from me. And I have a few suspicions as to who it may be.” Mutters ran around the crowd.
“You! Gertrude! You! Hewa! And you! New dude, whatever your name is!” Cleveland found himself on the wrong end of Seneca’s accusing talon. Oh, dear. “You are all on TRIAL as of now! A large guardian he assumed to be Hewa looked absolutely scandalised.
“Well, I never! The person who keeps your tribe running, on TRIAL? This is absurdity! What would I want with your rotten scaleback, anyway?”
“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps revenge?”
“Revenge?!”
“Yes, for the time he bit you in self defence. You always were the sort to hold a grudge, weren’t you, Hewa?” The two dragons looked about to come to blows. Though Seneca was significantly smaller, Cleveland didn’t know who he would put his money on to win.
“What about me?” He asked. “Why am I on trial? I just got here!”
“Precisely!” Seneca hissed,turning her beady gaze his way. “You’re an unknown quantity. Perhaps you have a thing against scalebacks. Perhaps you’re an agent of the Lightweaver, sent to antagonize me. We just can’t know!” Cleveland swallowed. She had a point. “And Gertrude! Of course you’re a suspect. Tell me, little librarian, what sorts of experiments is my poor Cataliades undergoing this moment?” Gertrude’s eye twitched.
“If I wanted your stupid scaleback, he’d have been gone months ago! He’d be the most uncooperative test subject I’d ever had the misfortune of working with!”
“HA! So you admit you take familiars to experiment on! I KNEW it!”
“I admit no such thing! All I’m saying is that if I did, he’d be the LAST one I’d take!” Seneca worked her jaw, thinking. “Where were you today at-“
“Mom! Mom! Weren’t you looking fo-”
“CATALIADES! MY BABY!” Seneca shrieked, interrupting Ember. “Where did you find him?! Did one of these dingbats steal him?” Ember cringed at the screech and set the scrambling scaleback onto the ground, who raced towards the mirror.
“If by dingbats you mean your granddaughters, then yes.” They’ve been playing with him all day!” Seneca eyed the pink bow tied around Cataliades’ head.
“You don’t say,” she grimaced, removing the decoration with a talon. “Well, ah, sorry for the commotion, everyone. Hewa, I’m sure you would never be petty enough to get revenge on a familiar. Gertrude, I still have my eye on you. And Cleveland, well, welcome to Havendish Clan!”
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To do list:
Complete the travels
Breed him one last time
Perma him (have the scroll)
Noxtide him (lack a scroll)
Make him innocent (lack a scroll)
Gwynnevaera wrote:
The Havendish Clan Adventure
“We’re going to have a visitor soon,” announced Samantha. “He’s a traveller.” The clan had become used to Samantha’s weird insights by now - the young spiral seemed to have a gift of clairvoyance. If she said a traveller was going to arrive, then a traveller would arrive. So when Cleveland showed up an hour later, they had already prepared a guest house for him. The young daughter of the clan leaders, Ember, had been waiting by the gates to greet him.
“Hello! Are you the traveller?” Ember inquired.
“Not sure about the traveller, but I’m certainly a traveller. Name’s Cleveland. I’m looking for a place to stay for a while. Does your clan have room?”
“We most certainly do! We got a guest house ready for you and everything. Welcome to Havendish Clan, Cleveland!” Though slightly puzzled, the nocturne followed Ember’s lead into the city. He seemed quite taken with the glittering settlement.
“So this is a Light city, hmm? Incredible! You all worship the Lightweaver, yes?” Cleveland remarked.
“Her?! Hardly!” Ember scoffed. “She’s such a bit- uh, bit of work!” Cleveland look fascinated.
“What sparked this animosity?”
“Well, we had this accident with an Emperor, and then my mama Jean went to get help from that hoity-toity toad turd, but Jean’s an imperial and Lightweaver doesn’t like imperials so she tried to kill my mama, and then my mom Seneca punched her in the nose and now we’re not talking to her anymore.” Cleveland couldn’t suppress an amazed chuckle.
“That’s quite a story! Mind if I record it? I’m somewhat of a collector of tales.”
“Uh, my moms say I’m not supposed to let anyone know about ‘the Emperor incident.’ Something about being booted off the continent if people found out we’d put them all in danger. But we’ve got plenty more stories to tell! Who knows, maybe you’ll even get to be in one yourself!”
Looking for more information on this clan full of stories, Cleveland found his way to Havendish Library. He had barely gotten through the door before something clobbered him in the face. That something turned out to be a dragon.
“Oh, hey, you’re NEW,” the dragon commented, voice weirdly low for a fae.
“I’m, uh, Cleveland, actually,” he responded, then mentally slapped himself. What an idiotic response! But the fae seemed to find it funny. She laughed.
“I’m Gertrude! This is my library. Intruders will meet a very unfortunate end as a pile of goo, so for your own sake I do hope you’re supposed to be here.”
“Oh my. Well, I’m just visiting the clan, not a proper resident, so if I’m not welcome I suppose I’ll just-“
“Ah! You’re the traveller, aren’t you!”
“…Yes?”
“Well in that case, welcome indeed! Anything I can help you learn?”
Cleveland was roused from his reading about ancient Havendish traders’ guilds by a very loud conversation at the front of the library. Curious, he carefully bookmarked his page and went to investigate.
“-and I’m telling you, the last I saw of him was near YOUR library! And as far as I know, no other dragon in my clan has a habit of making familiars disappear!”
“First of all, I’m telling YOU that I haven’t seen your dang scaleback since supper last night, and second of all, you have about as much proof of that as you of the Tidelord’s location!” The second speaker was definitely the fae librarian, but Cleveland didn’t recognise the mirror arguing with her.
“What’s the problem here?” he inquired. The mirror’s four eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, who the heck are YOU,” she snapped, tail lashing.
“That’s the traveller,” supplied Gertrude.
“Pipe down, ya creepazoid scaleback-snatcher, I was asking the nocturne,” retorted the mirror.
“I’m the traveller,” Cleveland repeated. The mirror looked irately suspicious.
“Say, you haven’t seen a scaleback around, have you?”
“No, ma’am.” He got the sense she should be treated with respect if he wanted his hide tooth-free.
“And you’d tell me if you had?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Hmmmm.” She looked between him and Gertrude, tongue flicking out, then turned suddenly and stormed out of the library at a brisk pace.
“That was weird,” muttered Cleveland. “Who’s she?”
“That’s Seneca, our clan leader. And I would avoid calling her ‘weird’ if I were you.”
“Seneca? The Seneca who punched Lightweaver?” At this, Gertrude grimaced.
“Dang it Ember, you were not supposed to talk about that to outsiders. Ah, yes, the Seneca who punched Lightweaver.” Now Cleveland cringed, too.
“I will definitely refrain from calling her weird. Anyway, what’s the deal with the scaleback?” Gertrude rolled her eyes.
“It’s her pet, Cataliades. He goes missing on a regular basis, but this time, she thinks I ate him. As if! Way too many scales for my taste.” When Cleveland hesitated, she cackled. “Kidding, nocturne! I don’t eat familiars, I promise. Just experiment on them,” she winked. He wasn’t sure whether she was being serious or not. One of those things it was best not to find out about, he figured.
Whatever the heck was in Cleveland’s dinner, it was delicious. He’d just cleaned his dish when Seneca stood from her place at the head of the long table and clinked her talon against her glass. When the dragons fell silent, she spoke.
“It has come to my attention that there has been… a KIDNAPPING!” There was a gasp from the crowd. “Yes, a kidnapping! My companion Cataliades has gone missing!” There were groans from a few dragons, indicating that this was not an uncommon occurrence.
“Check the basement!” one dragon called, eliciting a few laughs. Seneca’s eyes glinted dangerously.
“I have checked the basement, my dear Shishir, and the attic, and the library, and the kitchens, and everywhere else I could possibly check. Either he has sprouted dragon wings and left the city, or somebody is deliberately hiding him from me. And I have a few suspicions as to who it may be.” Mutters ran around the crowd.
“You! Gertrude! You! Hewa! And you! New dude, whatever your name is!” Cleveland found himself on the wrong end of Seneca’s accusing talon. Oh, dear. “You are all on TRIAL as of now! A large guardian he assumed to be Hewa looked absolutely scandalised.
“Well, I never! The person who keeps your tribe running, on TRIAL? This is absurdity! What would I want with your rotten scaleback, anyway?”
“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps revenge?”
“Revenge?!”
“Yes, for the time he bit you in self defence. You always were the sort to hold a grudge, weren’t you, Hewa?” The two dragons looked about to come to blows. Though Seneca was significantly smaller, Cleveland didn’t know who he would put his money on to win.
“What about me?” He asked. “Why am I on trial? I just got here!”
“Precisely!” Seneca hissed,turning her beady gaze his way. “You’re an unknown quantity. Perhaps you have a thing against scalebacks. Perhaps you’re an agent of the Lightweaver, sent to antagonize me. We just can’t know!” Cleveland swallowed. She had a point. “And Gertrude! Of course you’re a suspect. Tell me, little librarian, what sorts of experiments is my poor Cataliades undergoing this moment?” Gertrude’s eye twitched.
“If I wanted your stupid scaleback, he’d have been gone months ago! He’d be the most uncooperative test subject I’d ever had the misfortune of working with!”
“HA! So you admit you take familiars to experiment on! I KNEW it!”
“I admit no such thing! All I’m saying is that if I did, he’d be the LAST one I’d take!” Seneca worked her jaw, thinking. “Where were you today at-“
“Mom! Mom! Weren’t you looking fo-”
“CATALIADES! MY BABY!” Seneca shrieked, interrupting Ember. “Where did you find him?! Did one of these dingbats steal him?” Ember cringed at the screech and set the scrambling scaleback onto the ground, who raced towards the mirror.
“If by dingbats you mean your granddaughters, then yes.” They’ve been playing with him all day!” Seneca eyed the pink bow tied around Cataliades’ head.
“You don’t say,” she grimaced, removing the decoration with a talon. “Well, ah, sorry for the commotion, everyone. Hewa, I’m sure you would never be petty enough to get revenge on a familiar. Gertrude, I still have my eye on you. And Cleveland, well, welcome to Havendish Clan!”
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SicklyMasquerade wrote:
The plague domain was warm. But not the comforting warm of the Sunbeam Ruins, or the harsh, dry heat of Ashfall Wastes. A humid, sickly heat that seeped into his scales. As the agreement he'd been met with stated, he waited at the edge of the the Wandering Contagion. The dragon that approached, quite frankly, was terrifying. 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 12 sickly green eyes watched him closely as they drew closer. A shiver ran down his spine. The only thing that managed to pull his gaze away was the appearance of a rather excited looking spiral.
"You must be Cleveland! The pack's expecting you" She happily chirped. The wording threw him off for a moment. Very rarely had he heard dragons use "pack" for anything but Beastclan. But he recovered quick. Each dragon's culture was different, who was he to judge? It was a reason he enjoyed travelling.
"Yes, thank you." He hummed, spreading his wings. Stars, he wasn't quite fond of the ground. It almost felt, alive. He was ready for the sky.
"I'm Dulaon! That's Corona" The Spiral introduced "She's still a pearlcatcher, if you're wondering" She laughed.
"Ah. Not the strangest dragon I've met on my travels" He replied. The excited energy of Dulaon helped to soothe his nerves as they flew. The stories of the Scarred Wasteland, weren't... Pretty. But he was determined to finish his travels.
"What's it like?" Her question interuptted his thoughts
"Hm?"
"Travelling, I mean." Dulaon looked a bit starry eyed. "I've been in this territory since I was a hatchling and Krvny brought me here from the Ashfall wastes."
The rest of the journey was spent with the two exchanging stories, letting Cleveland settle his nervous energy.
Once in the pack camp, he was greeted by a pair of Ridgebacks that stood at the entrance, guards by the stance and the way they watched him. But they yielded to the Spiral and the Pearlcatcher, stepping aside to let the two, and in turn Cleveland, pass into the camp. It was a spiraling tower, built with the crude materials the Scarred Wasteland had to offer. Though, he did notice that patches held things that could only be found in other territories. Though his curiosity burned in the back of his mind, he was ushered forward by Dulaon. The pearlcatcher had seemed to slip away while he had been distracted.
They climbed the tower, level after level, before they finally reached the top.
Perched on the spire of bone that stood tall from the top of the building was a mirror, face hidden by a birdskull headdress. Cleveland watched as a large Hazebeacon came flying towards her. The dragon extended a wing, and it perched neatly ontop, making a hollow caw.
"I see you made it here safely" The mirror said, yet to face him as she ran a claw through the hazebeacon's feathers.
Cleveland took a minute before he could speak "-Yes, the journey was peaceful" He finally managed. Despite being only slightly smaller then her, she was still extremely intimidating. Not to mention the scent of rot coming from her, faint under the greater smell of sickness.
"Good. I understand you came here to travel? Explore the reaches of Sorenith, each elemental territory." Her tone was calm, but it stayed strong and powerful with every word. "The Scarred Wasteland is not very travel friendly" She chuckled lowly
"Ah, right, yes, I was warned of that" He replied, shifting nervously on his claws. "But I do wish to see each territory"
The mirror's eyes held a knowing look "I understand. Seeing the world beyond your own territory can shift one's perspective greatly. I hope your time in my clan serves you well" She said and nodded "Explore the camp to your heart's content, my packmates know you are to be respected" She hummed, before turning away and spreading her wings. "Enjoy your stay, Cleveland" She said, taking flight and disappearing in the hazy air.
Cleveland did just that, getting to know the dragons, from the most normal to barely dragons. All were varying levels of friendly, save for a few. Though, usually those went to talk with Krvny, the leader, and ended up avoiding him altogether. He realized that, though demanding and dangerous, the plague territory reared strong, loyal, and honest dragons. Not the pure cruelty nature dragons often liked to speak of.
So when it was time for him to leave, it was slow, as he said his goodbyes to the many dragons he'd met. Krvny was the one to ensure his safe departure, her hazebeacon leading the way as the two dragons flew to the edge of the plaguelands.
Once there, Krvny turned to him.
"Be safe on your adventures." She said, dipping her head
"I will, thank you for your hospitality" He replied, smiling.
"Of course" She hummed, before turning and preparing to take flight once more. But, she paused. "Cleveland?"
"Yes?"
"Don't visit the Final Circus." Her eyes narrowed "Many a traveller I've spoken to took a trip there. I never heard from them again" And then she was gone, back to the sky and heading to her territory.
Cleveland was frozen in his spot. He'd heard stories of it. The rare circus, around on the full moon in seemingly random places. He'd thought of going-
But the haunted edge to her tone told him otherwise. He sighed, nodding, before beginning his trip to the next territory.
"You must be Cleveland! The pack's expecting you" She happily chirped. The wording threw him off for a moment. Very rarely had he heard dragons use "pack" for anything but Beastclan. But he recovered quick. Each dragon's culture was different, who was he to judge? It was a reason he enjoyed travelling.
"Yes, thank you." He hummed, spreading his wings. Stars, he wasn't quite fond of the ground. It almost felt, alive. He was ready for the sky.
"I'm Dulaon! That's Corona" The Spiral introduced "She's still a pearlcatcher, if you're wondering" She laughed.
"Ah. Not the strangest dragon I've met on my travels" He replied. The excited energy of Dulaon helped to soothe his nerves as they flew. The stories of the Scarred Wasteland, weren't... Pretty. But he was determined to finish his travels.
"What's it like?" Her question interuptted his thoughts
"Hm?"
"Travelling, I mean." Dulaon looked a bit starry eyed. "I've been in this territory since I was a hatchling and Krvny brought me here from the Ashfall wastes."
The rest of the journey was spent with the two exchanging stories, letting Cleveland settle his nervous energy.
Once in the pack camp, he was greeted by a pair of Ridgebacks that stood at the entrance, guards by the stance and the way they watched him. But they yielded to the Spiral and the Pearlcatcher, stepping aside to let the two, and in turn Cleveland, pass into the camp. It was a spiraling tower, built with the crude materials the Scarred Wasteland had to offer. Though, he did notice that patches held things that could only be found in other territories. Though his curiosity burned in the back of his mind, he was ushered forward by Dulaon. The pearlcatcher had seemed to slip away while he had been distracted.
They climbed the tower, level after level, before they finally reached the top.
Perched on the spire of bone that stood tall from the top of the building was a mirror, face hidden by a birdskull headdress. Cleveland watched as a large Hazebeacon came flying towards her. The dragon extended a wing, and it perched neatly ontop, making a hollow caw.
"I see you made it here safely" The mirror said, yet to face him as she ran a claw through the hazebeacon's feathers.
Cleveland took a minute before he could speak "-Yes, the journey was peaceful" He finally managed. Despite being only slightly smaller then her, she was still extremely intimidating. Not to mention the scent of rot coming from her, faint under the greater smell of sickness.
"Good. I understand you came here to travel? Explore the reaches of Sorenith, each elemental territory." Her tone was calm, but it stayed strong and powerful with every word. "The Scarred Wasteland is not very travel friendly" She chuckled lowly
"Ah, right, yes, I was warned of that" He replied, shifting nervously on his claws. "But I do wish to see each territory"
The mirror's eyes held a knowing look "I understand. Seeing the world beyond your own territory can shift one's perspective greatly. I hope your time in my clan serves you well" She said and nodded "Explore the camp to your heart's content, my packmates know you are to be respected" She hummed, before turning away and spreading her wings. "Enjoy your stay, Cleveland" She said, taking flight and disappearing in the hazy air.
Cleveland did just that, getting to know the dragons, from the most normal to barely dragons. All were varying levels of friendly, save for a few. Though, usually those went to talk with Krvny, the leader, and ended up avoiding him altogether. He realized that, though demanding and dangerous, the plague territory reared strong, loyal, and honest dragons. Not the pure cruelty nature dragons often liked to speak of.
So when it was time for him to leave, it was slow, as he said his goodbyes to the many dragons he'd met. Krvny was the one to ensure his safe departure, her hazebeacon leading the way as the two dragons flew to the edge of the plaguelands.
Once there, Krvny turned to him.
"Be safe on your adventures." She said, dipping her head
"I will, thank you for your hospitality" He replied, smiling.
"Of course" She hummed, before turning and preparing to take flight once more. But, she paused. "Cleveland?"
"Yes?"
"Don't visit the Final Circus." Her eyes narrowed "Many a traveller I've spoken to took a trip there. I never heard from them again" And then she was gone, back to the sky and heading to her territory.
Cleveland was frozen in his spot. He'd heard stories of it. The rare circus, around on the full moon in seemingly random places. He'd thought of going-
But the haunted edge to her tone told him otherwise. He sighed, nodding, before beginning his trip to the next territory.
Larimarblue wrote:
Visit to Willowfern
Cleveland was taken aback by the pleasant nature of the Gladekeeper’s realm. The fresh air was wonderful, there was endless scenery of lush forest with a glittering waterfall, delicate white flowers, and one of the largest trees he had ever seen. Pushing some moss-covered branches aside, Cleveland stepped into the village of Willowfern.
The hospitality of the village surprised him even further. A small Tundra who smelled of baked goods and flowers greeted him at the gates. She looked old but sprightly, and was clearly excited to see him.
“Welcome to Willowfern!” The Tundra said, smiling. “I’m delighted to see how many visitors we’ve been getting! Come come, follow me, I’ll show you to our guesthouse. Oh, and the name is Gardenia.”
Excited to rest his feet, Cleveland followed Gardenia. “I’m Cleveland”, said Cleveland.
“Oh, I know. Our friends in Havandish told us all about you! I’m so glad you could get to know them. Anyways,” paused Gardenia, approaching a small but cozy looking cottage, “This is your place! Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, though I know how exiting your travels must be. Do tell us of your ventures at campfire tonight! If you’d be willing, of course. The hatchlings would especially love a new storyteller!”
Tired from his journey but happy to receive such a warm welcome, Cleveland stepped into the cottage. At the foot of his bed lay some extremely soft and fluffy blankets, and on the bedside table was a giant plate of every baked good he could ever wish to eat. Noticing his his eyes drift to the plate, Gardenia spoke.
“Oh, those? My dear friend Aspartame made them! Besides for the cupcake, of course. That is an Adrien special. I was unsure of your taste in treats so I just took one of everything from the bakery. With his permission, of course! Feel free to eat as much as you want. If you need anything, my home is the cottage at the foot of Willow, our home tree, and next to the gardens. You can’t miss it! I shall leave you to rest.” And with that, Gardenia vacated the cottage.
Cleveland awoke from a deep and restful nap with a light tapping on the door. “May I come in?” asked a high pitched, quiet voice.
Cleveland yawned. “Yes, come in.”
Through the door came a well dressed, brownish-purple fae. “Gardenia said to come get you for dinner, if you’re hungry,” Said the fae. “I said that my dad’s pastries and my cupcake would surely tide you over, but it’s up to you.”
The Nocturne’s stomach rumbled in response. “I could go for some food,” said Cleveland.
After Cleveland stretched and woke up some more, the two dragons went to a large banquet table that was made out of an extremely large, and healthy tree. Out of the stumps that kept it upright was growing some moss, and tiny, delicate, white flowers. The ground surrounding the table was also covered in the same things, making it extremely soft and cool to walk on. At the table sat all sorts of dragons, big and small, chattery and quiet. A few glanced in his direction, but didn’t appear alarmed or surprised by having a newcomer there. Smelling steak, amongst other things, Cleveland eagerly sat down at an empty seat. The fae accompanying him had sat down next to two Coatls and a very energetic Spiral hatchling. Someone handed the Nocturne a steaming plate of food, and he dug in as dinner had clearly been starting before he arrived. As he ate, he chatted with another fellow Nocturne visitor of their travels.
As Cleveland was just finishing up, he noticed that around a third of the dragons had already left, and more were leaving, to the same place. After taking his last bite of food, Cleveland followed the dragons to which he later found out was the campfire. Campfire was much too small of a name for such a thing, it was the largest bonfire he had ever seen. The hatchlings were gathered at the front, roasting bugs and other food on sticks and happily munching on them. He noticed Gardenia on a raised platform, alongside a few other dragons, singing and playing various musical instruments. He recognized the tune, but did not know the language in which the dragons sang. Regardless, the music comforted him.
Next to him sat the Nocturne he was chatting with earlier, along with an orange Guardian and a bronze colored Bogsneak. After Gardenia signaled, the Guardian got up and sat on a moss covered stump on the platform. He then began telling a tale of strange creatures in a foreign land, which he mostly directed towards the hatchlings, who were excitedly listening in the front. Cleveland suspected that the Guardian was mostly making it up, but the tale was enjoyable nonetheless. When the Guardian finished, Gardenia motioned for him to come up next. Eager to see the hatchlings excitement from his own tale, he stepped up and sat down, and began his tale of his quest to visit all of the elements.
When he was finished, the fire had begun to dim and it was getting cold. The hatchlings once wide awake and listening intently were now sleeping soundly in their parent’s arms, or getting very close to it. The dragons, now getting tired as well, were now getting up to go to to their homes and beds. Rising from the stump, Cleveland started meandering in the direction of his cottage for the night. Someone had lit his candles for him, and neatly folded the blankets once more. Feeling comforted by the gentleness of the clan, Cleveland fell asleep.
Gardenia was sad to hear that Cleveland would be leaving so soon, but she understood that he had many more places to visit and new sights to see. He was taken aback when the old, small tundra gave him a hug, and expressed so to the Nocturne he had been chatting with the night before. He was greatly surprised to hear that Gardenia was actually the founder of the clan, as well as the village’s primary Elder. He thought it strange how she treated everyone like an old friend, though he barely knew her. Regardless, he found her presence comforting and knew that he would surely be visiting again some time in the future. After saying his goodbyes, Cleveland started off on his adventure to the next territory.
Cleveland was taken aback by the pleasant nature of the Gladekeeper’s realm. The fresh air was wonderful, there was endless scenery of lush forest with a glittering waterfall, delicate white flowers, and one of the largest trees he had ever seen. Pushing some moss-covered branches aside, Cleveland stepped into the village of Willowfern.
The hospitality of the village surprised him even further. A small Tundra who smelled of baked goods and flowers greeted him at the gates. She looked old but sprightly, and was clearly excited to see him.
“Welcome to Willowfern!” The Tundra said, smiling. “I’m delighted to see how many visitors we’ve been getting! Come come, follow me, I’ll show you to our guesthouse. Oh, and the name is Gardenia.”
Excited to rest his feet, Cleveland followed Gardenia. “I’m Cleveland”, said Cleveland.
“Oh, I know. Our friends in Havandish told us all about you! I’m so glad you could get to know them. Anyways,” paused Gardenia, approaching a small but cozy looking cottage, “This is your place! Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, though I know how exiting your travels must be. Do tell us of your ventures at campfire tonight! If you’d be willing, of course. The hatchlings would especially love a new storyteller!”
Tired from his journey but happy to receive such a warm welcome, Cleveland stepped into the cottage. At the foot of his bed lay some extremely soft and fluffy blankets, and on the bedside table was a giant plate of every baked good he could ever wish to eat. Noticing his his eyes drift to the plate, Gardenia spoke.
“Oh, those? My dear friend Aspartame made them! Besides for the cupcake, of course. That is an Adrien special. I was unsure of your taste in treats so I just took one of everything from the bakery. With his permission, of course! Feel free to eat as much as you want. If you need anything, my home is the cottage at the foot of Willow, our home tree, and next to the gardens. You can’t miss it! I shall leave you to rest.” And with that, Gardenia vacated the cottage.
Cleveland awoke from a deep and restful nap with a light tapping on the door. “May I come in?” asked a high pitched, quiet voice.
Cleveland yawned. “Yes, come in.”
Through the door came a well dressed, brownish-purple fae. “Gardenia said to come get you for dinner, if you’re hungry,” Said the fae. “I said that my dad’s pastries and my cupcake would surely tide you over, but it’s up to you.”
The Nocturne’s stomach rumbled in response. “I could go for some food,” said Cleveland.
After Cleveland stretched and woke up some more, the two dragons went to a large banquet table that was made out of an extremely large, and healthy tree. Out of the stumps that kept it upright was growing some moss, and tiny, delicate, white flowers. The ground surrounding the table was also covered in the same things, making it extremely soft and cool to walk on. At the table sat all sorts of dragons, big and small, chattery and quiet. A few glanced in his direction, but didn’t appear alarmed or surprised by having a newcomer there. Smelling steak, amongst other things, Cleveland eagerly sat down at an empty seat. The fae accompanying him had sat down next to two Coatls and a very energetic Spiral hatchling. Someone handed the Nocturne a steaming plate of food, and he dug in as dinner had clearly been starting before he arrived. As he ate, he chatted with another fellow Nocturne visitor of their travels.
As Cleveland was just finishing up, he noticed that around a third of the dragons had already left, and more were leaving, to the same place. After taking his last bite of food, Cleveland followed the dragons to which he later found out was the campfire. Campfire was much too small of a name for such a thing, it was the largest bonfire he had ever seen. The hatchlings were gathered at the front, roasting bugs and other food on sticks and happily munching on them. He noticed Gardenia on a raised platform, alongside a few other dragons, singing and playing various musical instruments. He recognized the tune, but did not know the language in which the dragons sang. Regardless, the music comforted him.
Next to him sat the Nocturne he was chatting with earlier, along with an orange Guardian and a bronze colored Bogsneak. After Gardenia signaled, the Guardian got up and sat on a moss covered stump on the platform. He then began telling a tale of strange creatures in a foreign land, which he mostly directed towards the hatchlings, who were excitedly listening in the front. Cleveland suspected that the Guardian was mostly making it up, but the tale was enjoyable nonetheless. When the Guardian finished, Gardenia motioned for him to come up next. Eager to see the hatchlings excitement from his own tale, he stepped up and sat down, and began his tale of his quest to visit all of the elements.
When he was finished, the fire had begun to dim and it was getting cold. The hatchlings once wide awake and listening intently were now sleeping soundly in their parent’s arms, or getting very close to it. The dragons, now getting tired as well, were now getting up to go to to their homes and beds. Rising from the stump, Cleveland started meandering in the direction of his cottage for the night. Someone had lit his candles for him, and neatly folded the blankets once more. Feeling comforted by the gentleness of the clan, Cleveland fell asleep.
Gardenia was sad to hear that Cleveland would be leaving so soon, but she understood that he had many more places to visit and new sights to see. He was taken aback when the old, small tundra gave him a hug, and expressed so to the Nocturne he had been chatting with the night before. He was greatly surprised to hear that Gardenia was actually the founder of the clan, as well as the village’s primary Elder. He thought it strange how she treated everyone like an old friend, though he barely knew her. Regardless, he found her presence comforting and knew that he would surely be visiting again some time in the future. After saying his goodbyes, Cleveland started off on his adventure to the next territory.
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