Creative Corner

[center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/static/cms/media/not-official-lore-notn-theme-week-only.png[/img] A Flight Rising Non-Canon lore by ArnoraSterkinsen ------- [size=2][b]EDITOR'S NOTE:[/b][/size] This is a continuation from the primary [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2798872][color=purple]Forum Theme Post[/color][/url] here as I did not manage to post in the limited time of the holiday theme. Enjoy the story though![emoji=nocturne winking size=1][/center] ------- [center][b]The Players:[/b] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/81ba8b8e3aa4f1d1c6ddb6c64e5a496c/166992d4eea49f06-7e/s75x75_c1/6cb71fd0bd8beebecdb1634f9975123479d7de5d.png[/img][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/7fad681230f07fc51b6baa0f44dfd665/166992d4eea49f06-e5/s75x75_c1/cd1363bf8f8d1f8d70868cc90a628be35aac024f.png[/img][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/b0d2c62d7730969d6ed4a15627ebc7fa/166992d4eea49f06-4c/s75x75_c1/732b43a95670d32aa7bf555d70732babad199cb9.png[/img][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/dddaeb1dae75de2a4bee365bd1e16ac8/166992d4eea49f06-23/s75x75_c1/8aeb6a4b82b57519285c709556793ff9a1b65ae2.png[/img] [/center] [center][img]https://orig01.deviantart.net/3345/f/2016/277/d/f/shadowshield_divider_4_by_starkindlerstudio-dajul49.png[/img][/center] [size=7][b][i][font=Times New Roman]“W[/font][/i][/b][/size][size=3][font=Times New Roman]e’re on our own.” the elder dragon, an ancient Gaoler dragon named Hawthorne, replied with a concerned tone in his voice. “As soon as we’re healed, we have to go.” Voidsong said. “If we don’t rescue Shadowsong before this long night ends, she’ll be Thana’s forever.” “Excuse me, but [i]who[/i] exactly is this Thana character?” the young apprentice, a midnight colored bogsneak dragon named [i]Nightingale[/i], asked with a worried expression on her face while she was still recovering from the mimic attack earlier. Nightsong explained with a troubled look as well. “Thana is a powerful Singer of our clan like us-- or used to… until she willingly allied herself with the mimics and imposters, destroying anything or any dragon that’s in her way. And on this night, she grows more powerful than we could imagine.” Voidsong finished with a saddened tone in his voice. “The sad part however, is that she is also the [i]sister[/i] of our mentor, Shadowsong. The one you all saw earlier who had been taken by the mimics.” [i]Some days I’m glad I’m an only child.[/i] Nightingale thought to herself after hearing the nocturne siblings’ explanation. A fairly young pearlcatcher in moonscale and darkvoid armor approached the nocturne siblings with interest in his voice as though he somehow recognizes the names of the nocturnes themselves as well as the mention of Shadowsong and Thana. “You’re [i]Voidsong[/i]… and [i]Nightsong[/i]?” “Of course,” Nightsong replied with a steady tone in her voice. “Why do you ask?” “You may not remember me, but several moons ago I was accompanied by two fellow clanmates; a nocturne named [i]Tarkin[/i] and a fae name [i]Pumpkin[/i]. We were tasked by Shadowsong on this night to assist in stopping Thana from her plights in destroying Sornieth and rescue two nocturne hatchlings from her manipulation. And now here you are, all grown up.” Voidsong approached the pearlcatcher after Nightingale tended to his wounds, and with a twinkle in his eyes he could make out a memory in his mind as he remembered (hardly however) of that fateful night the last time Thana attacked. The image of this pearlcatcher was slowly coming back to him. “Then… you must be [i]Bladebeak[/i]!” Voidsong remarked. “I-I hardly remember that night of course, but I certainly remembered a large pearl just like yours, and your armor looked so different than last time.” The pearlcatcher replied with a smirk on his face. “Yes, I had much heavier attire at the time, but lately the clan guards have acquired new pieces for the army.” “(Ahem!) Yes, reunion aside and speaking of clan,” Hawthorne coughed so that he could grab everyone’s attention. “We must get back in focusing on the safety of [i]our[/i] clan, and ensure that these nocturnes are secured and we should stick together in the hopes of rescuing Shadowsong from the clutches of her sister-- wherever she has taken her.” “I only hope it’s not too late…” Nightsong whispered to herself shortly after Nightingale tended to her wounds. [/size][/font] ------ [size=3][font=Times New Roman]Within a couple hours, the six dragons return to the lair of the [i][b]Whispering Mire[/b][/i] clan, in hopes that every affiliate of the tribe have evacuated safe and soundly to the hidden underground caverns of the Tangled Wood, which is protected by ancient shadow magic powerful enough to keep the mimics away for especially this time of year. For the time being, despite Hawthorne just explained that he and the rest of the group must stick together, he suggested to split up-- only temporary at the least-- and make sure everyone has escaped the lair for the night. Hawthorne retreats to his own room of the lair, in hopes of his mate and their familiar companions have escaped in the nick of time, and with sheer luck, they have, as the main quarters of the clan Patriarch and Matriarch is completely emptied of any living presence, but is left with some personal belongings either trashed or stolen all over the room, and some of the furniture and other décor had scratch marks and shredded curtains scattered about among this mess. Apart from the possibility of attempted looting, Hawthorne felt a sense of relief through his body that his mate and the familiars had already gone before this disaster occurred, but despite he possesses no power to sense mimic magic he did feel that these creatures had been quite busy after the evacuation. Shortly afterwards, Hawthorne leaves the room to rejoin the others. Meanwhile, Nightsong and another bogsneak dragon of the group, [i]Donar[/i], were checking through the archives section of the lair only to find many of the scrolls and books left untouched and unscathed, despite it all looked messy and out of place to begin with. “Hm… good thing reading and writing aren’t usually a forte for the mimics; otherwise your years of studying and history would’ve been lost.” Nightsong commented about the appearance of the room. “Meh, Tarkin’s always been a bit of a messy dragon to begin with.” Donar thought. [i]Funny though, she always keeps her collection of painted rune stones organized but not so much her books and scrolls.[/i] Suddenly, an unusual sound of beeps and whirrs came from Donar, which then startled Nightsong into a hissing snarl as she prepared herself for an attack, but Donar stopped her as he pulls out an odd looking contraption from his coat pocket; it was square shaped, about the size of a booklet, with a pair of small antennas poking out of the top, small buttons on the mainframe, and it was producing an electric power of which only Donar himself could control. Nightsong became stupefied by the bizarre appearance of this new device Donar was carrying. “What… in Sornieth’s name… is [i]that[/i]?” she asked with a befuddled look on her face. “One of my latest inventions,” Donar explained. “It’s a device that can detect the presence of any form of mimics and imposters simply by waving it lightly around any area that the creatures may be lurking about. It’s a little something I devised while exploring the murky brambles around Hazel’s hollow homeland when one of her familiars nearly attacked me, turning out to be a weakened mimic that held a very grouchy attitude and its own magic was nearly depleted since they usually only come out only in this time of year (never did find out why it was out to begin with).” Nightsong just stared at Donar with a befuddled look on her face, thinking Donar was acting very strange with his unusual thinking, and luckily was not controlled by a mimic. “… Eh… no offense, but we nocturnes [i]have[/i] the ability to sense these creatures.” “Ah, you may be right on that-- BUT-- what if in situations like this when a nocturne such as yourself isn’t around, other dragons like me couldn’t tell without magic, but by using this device it’ll be much easier to defend and fight against the mimics!” As Donar finished and continued to operate his new tracking device, Nightsong stood there in the middle of the room with a puzzled look on her face, and still believed Donar was weird in his ideas. [i]What a [b]strange[/b] dragon… [/i]she thought. In the hatchery area of the lair, the rest of the group, which consisted of Nightingale, Bladebeak, and Voidsong, were each searching through the nests and made sure everyone that occupied the area had managed to escape safely from the mimics’ invasion. Some of the nests however, were shredded and torn to pieces as the dragons feared, but noticed there were no signs of struggle or any skid marks for possible means of eggs being snatched in the process… so far at least. “Well, the nesting grounds seem to be barely touched by the mimics, though I do hope all the caregivers and the eggs have escaped before they would even come here.” Nightingale spoke with a worried tone in her voice. “It is a good thing our all-seer, Andrine, had foreseen the mimics coming here as soon as the last sun of the year had set over the horizon of the Tangled Wood, otherwise it would’ve been disastrous.” Bladebeak remarked with a slight relief in his voice. “Wait! I sense something!” Voidsong cried as his entire body chilled in fear and flicked his tongue as he felt a rush of a cold aura hitting him. Voidsong slithered around the chamber for the moment until he hears a faint crying coming from the left corner of the room. He crept up easily and cautiously toward the sound and shortly stops to find a young guardian hatchling weeping softly in loneliness. Bladebeak and Nightingale followed suit to see what the matter was until Nightingale approaches the youngling with a guilty look on her face as she begins to comfort the little one. “Aw, you poor thing, what are you doing here?” she asked with a soft voice. The guardian youngling looks up at Nightingale as she answered with a gentle voice and large soulful eyes. “… M-My mommy… w-where’s my mommy?” At the same time, Voidsong sensed an unusual aura surrounding the hatchling. “Bladebeak, get Nightin--” Bladebeak interrupted as he had already taken a head start toward his bogsneak colleague. “I may not have nocturne magic, but I’ve had a gut feeling something wasn’t right with that little one.” Then, just as Bladebeak nears within inches of Nightingale, the youngling starts to snarl and cackle maniacally, and in a moment she begins to take form through a grotesque transformation! “Ooh, that’snotgood!” Nightingale panicked once she realized the youngling’s a trap, while at the same time Bladebeak grabs the young apprentice just as the youngling’s now-deformed tentacle arms nearly grabbed her! Not only did the hatchling deformed, but apart from the tentacle-shaped mists that nearly grabbed Nightingale, its entire body neared its complete transformation as it actually turned into its true form-- a [b][i]Dancing Chalice[/i][/b]! [/size][/font]