Not-A-Hatchery | jan 16th
MysticHowl878's Clan
Fogbound Clan
Clan Info
Hello! I'm Egg, Graham or Grace, and welcome to the foggiest layer around~ He/they please
Feel free to message if you want to use one of my dragons for a breeding project, or if you want to use a lightning nest! I don't charge anything <3
Catch me on tumblr @dragon-central for flight rising stuff
Lore snippet!
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The fog seemed to seep up so quickly, clinging to your claws as you trudged forward through the desolate desert, near the great Tempest Spire. At first it was nothing to worry about, and you continued forward carelessly. But the fog continued creeping.
You didn't notice what was happening until it was suffocating, blinding. Fearfully, you search the blanket of grey and white, hoping to catch sight of something, anything to keep you sane, to keep you tethered to the world. Even the sand feels smooth and texture less, holding onto you, dragging you down. It seems as if the fog laughs at your pain, and you catch site of what could be eyes, wicked claws, a sharp grin in the gloom...
You tense up in panic, almost certain that your bad navigation would be your doom, when you spot a group of pulsating, glowing orbs lumbering towards you, and see what looks like a dragon, holding a lantern that cuts through the clouds. An ancient looking snapper, dressed in luminescent beads, approaches. They speak.
"Hello... traveler. Follow me, if you please."
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Feel free to message if you want to use one of my dragons for a breeding project, or if you want to use a lightning nest! I don't charge anything <3
Catch me on tumblr @dragon-central for flight rising stuff
Lore snippet!
-_-_-_-_-
The fog seemed to seep up so quickly, clinging to your claws as you trudged forward through the desolate desert, near the great Tempest Spire. At first it was nothing to worry about, and you continued forward carelessly. But the fog continued creeping.
You didn't notice what was happening until it was suffocating, blinding. Fearfully, you search the blanket of grey and white, hoping to catch sight of something, anything to keep you sane, to keep you tethered to the world. Even the sand feels smooth and texture less, holding onto you, dragging you down. It seems as if the fog laughs at your pain, and you catch site of what could be eyes, wicked claws, a sharp grin in the gloom...
You tense up in panic, almost certain that your bad navigation would be your doom, when you spot a group of pulsating, glowing orbs lumbering towards you, and see what looks like a dragon, holding a lantern that cuts through the clouds. An ancient looking snapper, dressed in luminescent beads, approaches. They speak.
"Hello... traveler. Follow me, if you please."
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She and her brother Klezmer were both impulse buys because they were just so striking. I'm glad folks like her!
Your lair is stunning btw!!