done :]
whalesbone's Clan
what is a bird? a delightful little pile of secrets
Clan Info
Secondary succession happens when a climax community or intermediate community is impacted by a disturbance. This restarts the cycle of succession, but not back to the beginning—soil and nutrients are still present. (x) |
The brambles here are young and creep close to the ground; the trees are even younger, a hundred years away from fully obscuring the sky. At a glance, there is nothing here. Upon closer inspection, in fact, there is nothing here at all. There are no dragons, to be certain, though there are trace fossils that suggest a not-so-distant inhabitance: the clean-cut ends of felled trees scattered among the saplings; linear troughs in the soil demarcating neat squares of irrigated land; shallow valleys where some underground structure has collapsed on itself. These traces alone could be taken simply as an abandoned lair, but it is not the absence of dragons that makes this area peculiar. It is not dead. There is soil under short shrubs and woody shoots, but even the sweetest grasses grow free of predators, supporting little beyond dewdrops. There is no deafening insect song like that which permeates the old-growth bramble, only occasional chirps and the congregation of some hardier species along shallow pools of water. With no canopy, the open sky reveals birds overhead, but they do not stop to forage, for the paltry offering of moss and mosquitoes does little to entice them. |
Were there blackened boughs and pinecones cracked open by heat, the evidence of a forest fire would be drawn in charcoal. Fresh ravines cracking the earth, a layer of water filling the burrows running below, even signs of battle are easy to interpret. Yet there are no such examples of environmental storytelling. There are no bones. Perhaps the dragons that were once here are as gone as the overarching thickets, the owls within them and the rodents scurrying below them, all consumed by the same unknown force of nature. Perhaps this landscape is dracogenic, drained of all its resources before its residents moved on to repeat the same cycle elsewhere. It doesn’t matter. To an observer, it's a mystery, a riddle, something that needs solving- something that has an answer, no matter how obscure. To the trees, it's what it always has been: a struggle for survival, sometimes won, sometimes lost. The thorns will regrow and the wildlife will return when the moonlight fades. Perhaps the rehabilitated landscape will bring the dragons back, too. Perhaps not. It doesn't matter. The cycle will continue, same as it always has, same as it always will. |
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ぼやけるな 孤立と孤独 不死である 天の川での 兆個の同士 |
boyakeruna koritsu to kodoku fushi de aru ama no gawa de no chouko no doushi |
do not misconstrue "isolated" as "alone," in the stars above are a trillion and more eternal companions |
adapted from @/Youcal <3
hikaru [光]• 22 • he/him • english/日本語 • fr +3
workin on my PhD (pretty hideous dragons)
my two interests are avian ecology and late 90's-early 00's high fantasy rpgs. i am happy to talk to anyone about anything but i cannot say that there is anything else in my brain but these two topics
art shop (quasi-retired)
workin on my PhD (pretty hideous dragons)
my two interests are avian ecology and late 90's-early 00's high fantasy rpgs. i am happy to talk to anyone about anything but i cannot say that there is anything else in my brain but these two topics
art shop (quasi-retired)
Recent Comments
Your story is so unique and intriguing, it leaves me wondering what could have happened and what's to come... Wish you luck with your achievements
you're so brave for all those achievement dragons omg
the tab description for ur achievement section made me laugh sm i think ive permanently damaged my ribs,,, poor little fodder babies. (jizo is stunning by the way :3c)
Also I ADORE your lair lore, it's really unique compared to other lairs I've seen!
Obsessed with your gay isopod snapper rn
this lore is so awesome!!
ooo a fellow bird-lover! whats your favorite species?
lair respect tbh
You are...actually my hero. I intend to do this one day.
There are no more stories to be told, but do not call this place empty: it does not know loneliness, it does not know sorrow; for the sky will forever hold it in its embrace.
Spooky o-o (love it<3)
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