Swipp Swap Pinglist Discussion
GrenadeFestival's Clan
Confirmed: I am the scrublord
Clan Info
Fes/Grena/Grenades - 26 - he/him
Coding on this website is a nightmare, someone save me.
My dragon's family trees are a complete mess, so if anyone actually bothers to read my lore, please note that breeding and offspring are absolutely not factors in it.
______________________
You're not sure why you came this way. After all, you know as well as anyone that the Charged Barrens are not to be traversed lightly. Many have lost life, limb, or sanity to the shifting, thundering dunes because they underestimated the danger they were in. They thought they were stronger than those who went before them, and now you fear you will be counted among those reckless travelers. But you didn't come here because of hubris. Something called you. Something you cannot place. And as you wander under the black sky, skirting past neon arcs of blinding blue light, you can only hope that whatever has called you didn't do so with the intention of harming you.
When you reach the center of the desert (Is it the center? How can you be sure? The electricity in the air makes your compass spin wildly and the clouds block out the stars) you feel a change in the air. The humming static electricity around you grows stronger, but it feels different from the warnings you have come to expect in those split seconds before an arc of lightning strikes the place you were once standing. No, this feels warmer. Stranger. Around you the winds kick up. Sand flies in a whirlwind around you, electricity sparking off the grains. And suddenly you feel very foolish for trusting the silent voice that beckoned you here. You shut your eyes against the flying sand and begin to run. You hear a crack of thunder that forces the breath from your lungs, but you don't stop until you feel the winds begin to subside. The sand grows softer under your feet. The hum of electricity goes silent.
When you open your eyes, you are standing in a bleak and endless forest, and the shifting desert is gone.
Coding on this website is a nightmare, someone save me.
My dragon's family trees are a complete mess, so if anyone actually bothers to read my lore, please note that breeding and offspring are absolutely not factors in it.
______________________
You're not sure why you came this way. After all, you know as well as anyone that the Charged Barrens are not to be traversed lightly. Many have lost life, limb, or sanity to the shifting, thundering dunes because they underestimated the danger they were in. They thought they were stronger than those who went before them, and now you fear you will be counted among those reckless travelers. But you didn't come here because of hubris. Something called you. Something you cannot place. And as you wander under the black sky, skirting past neon arcs of blinding blue light, you can only hope that whatever has called you didn't do so with the intention of harming you.
When you reach the center of the desert (Is it the center? How can you be sure? The electricity in the air makes your compass spin wildly and the clouds block out the stars) you feel a change in the air. The humming static electricity around you grows stronger, but it feels different from the warnings you have come to expect in those split seconds before an arc of lightning strikes the place you were once standing. No, this feels warmer. Stranger. Around you the winds kick up. Sand flies in a whirlwind around you, electricity sparking off the grains. And suddenly you feel very foolish for trusting the silent voice that beckoned you here. You shut your eyes against the flying sand and begin to run. You hear a crack of thunder that forces the breath from your lungs, but you don't stop until you feel the winds begin to subside. The sand grows softer under your feet. The hum of electricity goes silent.
When you open your eyes, you are standing in a bleak and endless forest, and the shifting desert is gone.
Recent Comments
This user is currently active.
This user is currently idle.
(2) i love ur dragons so bad and the nocturne i bought off you is sooooo pretty i love her so bad.
I’m assuming you’re alone; you always did prefer to read your statements in private. I wouldn’t try too hard to stop reading; there’s every likelihood you’ll just hurt yourself. So just listen.
Now, shall we turn the page and try again?