Ping me with one of your favorite dragons - or a dragon whose lore you're working on - and I'll give you a 50-100 word drabble of what impression they give me. (Tips are appreciated, but not necessary!)
Here's an example:
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50067084]
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The blacksmith’s forge, dim light, low flame, the ash of coal dust on the tongue; hammer and tongs, the late night surge of inspiration. The enclosed flickering of candlelight, stone floor, strong claws gnarled by years of work. The craftsman’s song, the twisting wire. Ranks of abandoned weapons, sweat curling down the brow, tattoos that creep up arms and sides, every clang another nail in the labor of a lifetime.
*[b]As of 11/21/2019[/b]:
The Flash sale is over! If you missed out, don't worry - chances are, I'll be able to reopen soon. [emoji=coatl happy size=1]
[i]Pinglist for when I reopen:[/i]
@/Notepad @/MANGO123 @/LaSilva007 @/Shadowhunter42 @/Wilderqueen @/Fenrys @/FallenEclipse @/wishwosh @/Scarborough
Ping me with one of your favorite dragons - or a dragon whose lore you're working on - and I'll give you a 50-100 word drabble of what impression they give me. (Tips are appreciated, but not necessary!)
Here's an example:
The blacksmith’s forge, dim light, low flame, the ash of coal dust on the tongue; hammer and tongs, the late night surge of inspiration. The enclosed flickering of candlelight, stone floor, strong claws gnarled by years of work. The craftsman’s song, the twisting wire. Ranks of abandoned weapons, sweat curling down the brow, tattoos that creep up arms and sides, every clang another nail in the labor of a lifetime.
*
As of 11/21/2019:
The Flash sale is over! If you missed out, don't worry - chances are, I'll be able to reopen soon.
Pinglist for when I reopen:
@/Notepad @/MANGO123 @/LaSilva007 @/Shadowhunter42 @/Wilderqueen @/Fenrys @/FallenEclipse @/wishwosh @/Scarborough
@SilverSilver
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@SilverSilver
Perhaps this girl if she catches your eye?
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20700130]
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SilverSilver
Perhaps this girl if she catches your eye?
@SilverSilver
ooo, this is cool! Here's one of my favorites, if she happens to catch your eye~
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SilverSilver
ooo, this is cool! Here's one of my favorites, if she happens to catch your eye~
@Wraith296
For Ki:
The long days, the dust days, winding through the place where water once rushed, the sky reduced above. Toothy smiles, plummet from high, bandaged hands and scuffed wingtips. The distant roll of thunder, the golden hours, quiet divided by scars and snarls. The daredevil races, the nights spent under a blood moon and a tumultuous sky, breathe in silence, exhale back to silence.
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Wraith296
For Ki:
The long days, the dust days, winding through the place where water once rushed, the sky reduced above. Toothy smiles, plummet from high, bandaged hands and scuffed wingtips. The distant roll of thunder, the golden hours, quiet divided by scars and snarls. The daredevil races, the nights spent under a blood moon and a tumultuous sky, breathe in silence, exhale back to silence.
@Visionrift
For Shar:
The ghosts breathe among the living. Carry the shards in elegant claws, tight-lipped smiles, speak with fangs. Remorse, regret, stand tall, keep on. The fall of dusk, the endless plains before us. Watch your step, watch your teeth. Soft fabric, cold rings, wind round to the far side of the moon. Stand poised, fine parchment, small jewels, shattered glass. Hold your head high as the hours before dawn wind forth.
[emoji=crescent moon 1]
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Visionrift
For Shar:
The ghosts breathe among the living. Carry the shards in elegant claws, tight-lipped smiles, speak with fangs. Remorse, regret, stand tall, keep on. The fall of dusk, the endless plains before us. Watch your step, watch your teeth. Soft fabric, cold rings, wind round to the far side of the moon. Stand poised, fine parchment, small jewels, shattered glass. Hold your head high as the hours before dawn wind forth.
@SilverSilver
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49582902]
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@Venusian
For Iris:
Buried crystal, iron tang. Tremble the earth, escape its clutch. Patterns and rhythm dictated by rhyme. Follow, follow, steel scales; inner world serene. The stained glass, it hangs free of its moorings; impossibly light, it blinds those who approach. The unseen gate, the undisturbed water, neon light, unyielding. Linked together in the frenzy, lock the talons, hold the way. Once the path has been resealed, slumber for another day.
[emoji=lightning rune]
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Venusian
For Iris:
Buried crystal, iron tang. Tremble the earth, escape its clutch. Patterns and rhythm dictated by rhyme. Follow, follow, steel scales; inner world serene. The stained glass, it hangs free of its moorings; impossibly light, it blinds those who approach. The unseen gate, the undisturbed water, neon light, unyielding. Linked together in the frenzy, lock the talons, hold the way. Once the path has been resealed, slumber for another day.
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SilverSilver
Thank you so much! It’s absolutely gorgeous and fits her so well!
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SilverSilver
Thank you so much! It’s absolutely gorgeous and fits her so well!
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Blacklynx915
Stain wingtips with stone, stand in the winding rift. The heavy snow, the hidden knife, the smoky inhale, the descent. At the apex, the light shines through; multiply the bright, give way to the stable fields. Careful steps over ice, fractals spiral, spiderwebs. A rejection of the enclosed. Paint the brightness along your face, wear it on your skin; feet lifted off the earth, obsession and impulse, the mortal who lives yet another day.
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Blacklynx915
Stain wingtips with stone, stand in the winding rift. The heavy snow, the hidden knife, the smoky inhale, the descent. At the apex, the light shines through; multiply the bright, give way to the stable fields. Careful steps over ice, fractals spiral, spiderwebs. A rejection of the enclosed. Paint the brightness along your face, wear it on your skin; feet lifted off the earth, obsession and impulse, the mortal who lives yet another day.
