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Àite Falamh

They were dragons, once.

It was hard to remember that at the best of times, when the corruption wasn’t visible and the only thing dividing them from ‘real’ dragons was the emptiness in their eyes, because this was their home, and they weren’t trying to pretend. They didn’t walk like real dragons, here, didn’t fly like them--their paws seemed to drag through the dirt and their forms seemed to hang in the air in just the wrong way. They weren’t living, breathing creatures. Just imitations.

But they were dragons, once.

Their bodies said it, clear as day., even if they were just shells, now,

They were dragons, once.

Namira found it hard to remember, curled up in the damp, dark tunnel system beneath the clan, breathing shallowly as she heard the footsteps of those once-dragons pass by overhead, hoping that today wasn’t the day that they’d discover her.

They found it harder to hide each day. The clan above--if one could even call it that, that sickening collection of Shade-touched--was constantly probing the tunnel systems, constantly searching for the little pack of mirrors that lived beneath them.

It worried Namira. As the matriarch of the pack, as one who had lived so long and seen so much, she was supposed to be the protector. The one that made sure the pack lived another day.

She never asked for this role. She was just a witch doctor, back when the clan was still alive--and what a time that was, being the one working from the sidelines,

But, here she was, in that same damn damp tunnel, counting the seconds between the footsteps, remembering the rule she had put into place after one of the refugees had died because they came out of hiding too early.

Count between footsteps. If it’s been more than ten seconds since you’ve last heard it, breathe out slowly, and count to ten again.

Then slink away. Do not run. They will kill you if you do.

Do not get caught down here. Your lives depend on it.

As she remembered her own words and counted--one, two, three, four, step, reset, one, two, three, another step--she still kept that in mind. ‘They were dragons, once.’

She needed to keep it in mind. She needed to remember that the shell of a dragon she’d once called her mother was a dragon, once, that the twisting form of someone she’d trained with time and time and time again was a dragon, that they were ALL dragons.

They were dragons, once.

Even though it hurt to remember, to listen to the familiar wingbeats of someone who had carried her through the sky when she was a little hatchling and to know that it wasn’t just an imitation, that the dragon she heard was that dragon at some point, she kept it in mind anyways.

Not because who they were mattered. Oh, no--she’d be much better off not keeping their memories in their mind. She could almost mistake them for who they were if it weren’t for their empty eyes--the eyes that haunted her every night when she went to sleep.

No, not at all.

It mattered because nobody else would remember.

And if nobody else would remember--

--nobody else would remember how similar they could be to dragons, when the time was right. They could make their movements right and hide those hollow eyes, and they would creep into the tunnels and steal into the pack and tear them apart from the inside.

She did not remember out of some misguided sense of nobility, that she needed to remember them because it was important or because it was nice.

No, she remembered it because she had to--because they would die if she didn’t..

Such was the way things were. Such were the things she needed to do for survival.

So as she counted the seconds between footsteps and listened to the creatures passing over her, she remembered that they were dragons, too.

She thought that her father might be walking with them, from the way that set of footsteps in particular sounded.

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Hi! I'm PoisonNightshade, but you can call me Night. I enjoy FR lore, outfitting dragons, and spending all my money on apparel, skins, and accents!

I actively search out dead/inactive accounts to write small memorial comments for them. If you know a dead clan you'd like me to write a comment for on their userpage, please PM me!

Pureblood Info
If you got brought here because you got a pureblood dragon, or saw my signature, here's the run-down: I'm trying to make a line of entirely mirrors, and hopefully get future gens gened up as a little random side project. Feel free to check them out!

Purebred Pairs:
Shale X Lautus [G3]
Rosemary X Thyme [G1]
Namira X Snowfell [G2]
Hircine X Corundum [G6]
Whisper X Quartz [G4]
Tourmalinated X Lumen [G5]
GenOne X Obsidian [G6]
Andalusite X Kojiro [G7]
Recent Clan Activity [View All]
08/25 Became friends with DIO. Maybe in a few years they'll write a buddy comedy about you guys.
08/24 Became friends with Ratana Maybe in a few years they'll write a buddy comedy about you guys.
08/23 Birthed new hatchlings! 1 Coatl Male
PoisonNightshade User ID: 327546
Date Joined: 2017-07-09
Birthday: November 27
Forum Posts: 414
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PoisonNightshade's Friends (5) Echomocha HeyItsPan Rictus Ratana DIO View All
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KnightOfAres wrote:
Pulsar was on the front page! He’s a very beautiful dragon!
Jan 22, 2020, 11:27:44
Eminence wrote:
Your comment worked!
Apr 18, 2019, 16:04:03
DeadBattery wrote:
ASSJKH thank you so much! Well, my secret is....never stop playing for 3 years straight, have a collection addiction, be an Ancient Egyptian lore enthusiast and have problems saying no to dragons - voila! You have great dragons as well! I love Ignis
Sep 15, 2018, 03:01:58
Xolo wrote:
Two and a half years later and clan Xolo is alive and thriving!! Your comment has worked its magic!!!
Aug 05, 2018, 18:00:49
FabricatedTerror wrote:
The swarm has returned
Jul 22, 2018, 11:36:44
VisionsInAsh wrote:
Hi friend! I just logged back in to FR after like an insanely long time away and I saw you left a comment on my page. I'm super touched by it ngl ♥
Mar 16, 2018, 10:13:57
Sparkbreeze wrote:
That's fine, but I'd love if you kept the note in their bio.
Nov 21, 2017, 11:03:01
BobolGrobol wrote:
can u not
Nov 19, 2017, 23:22:37
FabricatedTerror wrote:
I know what I like... and what I like are mirror Dragons. X3
Nov 03, 2017, 18:17:07
sadmilkboy wrote:
ayeee, slytherclaw buddy uwu
Oct 29, 2017, 12:59:39
Niccals wrote:
Omg tysm!! This is the sweetest comment I've ever gotten I appreciate it ;w;w;w;
Oct 27, 2017, 03:57:48
Praecantatio wrote:
yo claws if you're breathing on my profile like that maybe you can work a lil magic for me (gross wink emoji)
Sep 15, 2017, 05:25:27
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