Theme Week: Hazel's Haunted Hollow | Dragon Share

[br][center][b]---> | NOT OFFICIAL LORE | <---[/b] [/center] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/dropbox/HazelsHauntedHollow.png[/img][/center] [center][b][size=2]CLAIM POSTS MUST HAVE AT LEAST ONE DRAGON YOU WILL BE WRITING ABOUT IN THEM[/size][/b][/center] ----- Hazel heard the trio long before she could see them. The Bogsneak was by her pond, meditating in the moonlight when it happened. A chorus of snapping branches and crunching leaves punctuated with the voices of young dragon shushing each other filled the brisk night air. This was followed by the sound of birds, beasts, and bugs fleeing the cacophony created by the intruders. Hazel turned her head slightly towards the forest and opened an eye. “Is it that time of the year already?” she hissed. A loud yelp followed by “[i]HUSH[/i]” came from the direction of the forest as if in response. A devious smile crept across her face as she adjusted her hat. Satisfied it wasn’t going to fly off into the pond like the last time, Hazel broke into a sprint back towards her home. [center]----[/center] Hazel’s tongue flicked in and out of her mouth as she watched the three adolescents approach her hollow and the cave network she called home. A questioning chirp drew her attention to the small family of Emerald Cave Jewels surrounding her. “Yes, my dears,” she said. “Just like last year.” The glowing creatures sat up on their rear legs, chattering and chirping excitedly to each other about the game they were going to play with their new visitors. “Quickly now, before they’re close enough to see your lights. Save it for the tunnels.” She watched their glowing forms scamper into the undergrowth before turning to her next Familiar. “And [i]you[/i],” Hazel hissed, lowering her head so she was eye to eye with her Corpse Cleaner. “Sprains, stubbed toes, scrapes and bruises are acceptable injuries. Broken wings are [i]not[/i]. I am not having a ‘little chat’ with the locals again because of your...enthusiasm." Hazel bared her teeth at her Familiar, "[i]Do you understand me?[/i]” The segmented insectoid managed to look a little ashamed before nodding their head. “Good. And as for the rest of you, you know what to do. Now go, they’re almost here.” Hazel turned her attention to the approaching racket as the living fungus, truffles, and bats scattered. “Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” one of the dragons whined. “Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling! That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story!” “[i]What?[/i] I am not [i]that[/i] old,” she muttered, a bit louder than she intended as she slid deeper into the shadows behind her. Three dragon heads swiveled in her direction, eyes wide with surprise. But the only thing they could see was a pair of glowing green eyes fading into darkness as a low chuckle surrounded them... [br] ----- [br] [center][b][size=4]From your lair, who are the three (3) teenaged dragons? What made them want to explore the legend of 'old lady Hazel'? What happens to them while in Hazel's hollow?[/size][/b] [center][b][size=4]---> | NOT OFFICIAL LORE | <---[/size][/b] [br] [i][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/drs/2554407]Click here for this week's discussion thread and Sweater Weather spotlight![/url][/i] [/center]

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Hazel heard the trio long before she could see them.

The Bogsneak was by her pond, meditating in the moonlight when it happened. A chorus of snapping branches and crunching leaves punctuated with the voices of young dragon shushing each other filled the brisk night air. This was followed by the sound of birds, beasts, and bugs fleeing the cacophony created by the intruders. Hazel turned her head slightly towards the forest and opened an eye.

“Is it that time of the year already?” she hissed. A loud yelp followed by “HUSH” came from the direction of the forest as if in response.

A devious smile crept across her face as she adjusted her hat. Satisfied it wasn’t going to fly off into the pond like the last time, Hazel broke into a sprint back towards her home.

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Hazel’s tongue flicked in and out of her mouth as she watched the three adolescents approach her hollow and the cave network she called home. A questioning chirp drew her attention to the small family of Emerald Cave Jewels surrounding her.

“Yes, my dears,” she said. “Just like last year.” The glowing creatures sat up on their rear legs, chattering and chirping excitedly to each other about the game they were going to play with their new visitors. “Quickly now, before they’re close enough to see your lights. Save it for the tunnels.” She watched their glowing forms scamper into the undergrowth before turning to her next Familiar.

“And you,” Hazel hissed, lowering her head so she was eye to eye with her Corpse Cleaner. “Sprains, stubbed toes, scrapes and bruises are acceptable injuries. Broken wings are not. I am not having a ‘little chat’ with the locals again because of your...enthusiasm." Hazel bared her teeth at her Familiar, "Do you understand me?”

The segmented insectoid managed to look a little ashamed before nodding their head.

“Good. And as for the rest of you, you know what to do. Now go, they’re almost here.” Hazel turned her attention to the approaching racket as the living fungus, truffles, and bats scattered.

“Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” one of the dragons whined.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling! That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story!”

“What? I am not that old,” she muttered, a bit louder than she intended as she slid deeper into the shadows behind her.

Three dragon heads swiveled in her direction, eyes wide with surprise. But the only thing they could see was a pair of glowing green eyes fading into darkness as a low chuckle surrounded them...

From your lair, who are the three (3) teenaged dragons?

What made them want to explore the legend of 'old lady Hazel'?

What happens to them while in Hazel's hollow?

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[columns=2] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24206539] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/242066/24206539_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol] "W-was it [i]really[/i] a good idea to come here?" The Fae's voice had a squeakiness to it, but none of her companions could tell if it was only because of her size, or because of some fear - unusual for a Fae to express, sure, but perfectly understandable in this place. The woods drew deep, deeper than she'd ever dared to go. Taming a Hydra or some other monstrous beast was no problem: at least [i]that[/i] could be done with relative safety, back home. So why'd they bring that up as a reason for her to go, anyways? "You know I don't do magic, ri-right..?" "Sure do," the Mirror responded. "That's the other part of the story, Ellyr. I told you, right?" [size=1]"Actually, you didn't..."[/size] "Well, whatever. That lady's supposed to control the beasts of the forest, y'know. Don't see many witches taking on that kind of stuff anymore. Me, I don't bother keeping even one pet around. Too much of a hassle." The Mirror laughed. "Now hurry and catch up, will you?" The Fae nodded. This was awful, so awful! How'd they get her roped into this?! She was supposed to know better than that. The witch that roamed here - it was all nonsense, all of it. If they'd even believed any of it, they certainly wouldn't be willing to come, either. Even then, the woods themselves posed a danger - trip once, and you're lucky if you don't end up half-drowned in some hidden swamp. She should've known better. [i]They[/i] should've known better! [/columns] [columns=2] "Luci, Elly! Shh..." The Nocturne spoke up last. They'd been trailing behind, keeping watch - or keeping to their own mischief, as Lucina suspected. They were a capable ally, yes, and as well-respected - or even more respected - than her in the Clan. But their childishness was of greater hindrance than help to those not used to dealing with it. Ellyrion only got out a tiny "Wha..?" before the Nocturne vanished. Then, three paces further... "BOO!" Hanging from a branch in front was the same Nocturne, once again - this time, howling with laughter. Dropping down and putting their hat back on - gravity doesn't play well with that - they flashed a big grin at poor Ellyrion. One could've sworn she'd just met the Shade, so pale had her face become. "Hit 'em while they're weak!" the Nocturne proclaimed. "Elly! Tell me!" "Calm down, Stars," called out the voice in front. "Right, right! OK, Elly... What're you here for?" "W-what do you mean by that?! You [i]made[/i] me come!" "Suuure, sure! But, like, couldn't you have made up a convenient excuse [i]not[/i] to come?" The Fae turned away. "Not everyone is like you! Besides, she's not real, anyways. Why'd someone like that choose to stay here and be all mysterious instead of- of-" "That's how witches are," Lucina said, raising her staff. Behind, Stars raised theirs in response. [nextcol] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18054684] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/180547/18054684_350.png[/img] [/url] [/columns] [columns=2] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12503437] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/125035/12503437_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol] The Mirror smiled to herself, then looked behind to the two dragons following her. "We've got a plan B, y'know. If there's no witch, no magic? There's still an endless sea of herbs to collect, here. Story goes, they're most potent around this time of year." "I've had [i]enough[/i] of these stories," the young Fae muttered. "Take someone else, next time. How do you even know that the witch - that she's gonna tell you anything? I don't think... I don't think she'll like us strolling into her home like that." "Oh, but you [i]see...[/i]" Stars ran in closer again, causing Ellyrion to instinctively move further up ahead as well. It wouldn't be any good if she ended up as the victim of another prank - not that she could do anything against it. It would just be preferable for it not to happen. The Nocturne continued. "That's where the excuses come in. Well - no, it's not much of an excuse. More like [i]'hey, lady, we're eager students of magic, and so would you please teach us? Pretty please?'[/i] Do it like that and you're guarantee- [b]OW![/b]" The party came to a halt. "You alright?" the voice in front yelled. "Something bit me," Stars muttered, rubbing their leg. [i]Blood.[/i] Not too much, but more than ideal. "Let me look, then! Maybe there's something around here that... [i]um...[/i]" The Fae's sentence trailed off into nothingness. "See," Lucina said, running back to the rest of her group, "that's why we took you. There's a lot of beasts here. The ones who live here, or... he... [i]hers...?[/i]" When the glowing eyes greeted them, no more words were said. [/columns]

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"W-was it really a good idea to come here?"

The Fae's voice had a squeakiness to it, but none of her companions could tell if it was only because of her size, or because of some fear - unusual for a Fae to express, sure, but perfectly understandable in this place. The woods drew deep, deeper than she'd ever dared to go. Taming a Hydra or some other monstrous beast was no problem: at least that could be done with relative safety, back home. So why'd they bring that up as a reason for her to go, anyways?

"You know I don't do magic, ri-right..?"

"Sure do," the Mirror responded. "That's the other part of the story, Ellyr. I told you, right?"

"Actually, you didn't..."

"Well, whatever. That lady's supposed to control the beasts of the forest, y'know. Don't see many witches taking on that kind of stuff anymore. Me, I don't bother keeping even one pet around. Too much of a hassle."
The Mirror laughed. "Now hurry and catch up, will you?"

The Fae nodded. This was awful, so awful! How'd they get her roped into this?! She was supposed to know better than that. The witch that roamed here - it was all nonsense, all of it. If they'd even believed any of it, they certainly wouldn't be willing to come, either. Even then, the woods themselves posed a danger - trip once, and you're lucky if you don't end up half-drowned in some hidden swamp. She should've known better. They should've known better!

"Luci, Elly! Shh..."

The Nocturne spoke up last. They'd been trailing behind, keeping watch - or keeping to their own mischief, as Lucina suspected. They were a capable ally, yes, and as well-respected - or even more respected - than her in the Clan. But their childishness was of greater hindrance than help to those not used to dealing with it.

Ellyrion only got out a tiny "Wha..?" before the Nocturne vanished. Then, three paces further...

"BOO!"

Hanging from a branch in front was the same Nocturne, once again - this time, howling with laughter. Dropping down and putting their hat back on - gravity doesn't play well with that - they flashed a big grin at poor Ellyrion. One could've sworn she'd just met the Shade, so pale had her face become.

"Hit 'em while they're weak!" the Nocturne proclaimed. "Elly! Tell me!"

"Calm down, Stars," called out the voice in front.

"Right, right! OK, Elly... What're you here for?"

"W-what do you mean by that?! You made me come!"

"Suuure, sure! But, like, couldn't you have made up a convenient excuse not to come?"

The Fae turned away. "Not everyone is like you! Besides, she's not real, anyways. Why'd someone like that choose to stay here and be all mysterious instead of- of-"

"That's how witches are," Lucina said, raising her staff. Behind, Stars raised theirs in response.

The Mirror smiled to herself, then looked behind to the two dragons following her. "We've got a plan B, y'know. If there's no witch, no magic? There's still an endless sea of herbs to collect, here. Story goes, they're most potent around this time of year."

"I've had enough of these stories," the young Fae muttered. "Take someone else, next time. How do you even know that the witch - that she's gonna tell you anything? I don't think... I don't think she'll like us strolling into her home like that."

"Oh, but you see..." Stars ran in closer again, causing Ellyrion to instinctively move further up ahead as well. It wouldn't be any good if she ended up as the victim of another prank - not that she could do anything against it. It would just be preferable for it not to happen.

The Nocturne continued. "That's where the excuses come in. Well - no, it's not much of an excuse. More like 'hey, lady, we're eager students of magic, and so would you please teach us? Pretty please?' Do it like that and you're guarantee- OW!"

The party came to a halt. "You alright?" the voice in front yelled.

"Something bit me," Stars muttered, rubbing their leg. Blood. Not too much, but more than ideal.

"Let me look, then! Maybe there's something around here that... um..." The Fae's sentence trailed off into nothingness.

"See," Lucina said, running back to the rest of her group, "that's why we took you. There's a lot of beasts here. The ones who live here, or... he... hers...?"

When the glowing eyes greeted them, no more words were said.

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I'll be writing during my lunch break! For now, the roles! [center] Lilith, the edgy, brave one who is positive Hazel is real and will fight the forest to prove it. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12300666] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/123007/12300666_350.png[/img] [/url] Liandrin, the easily frightened one who turns into mist when scared. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42308764] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/423088/42308764_350.png[/img] [/url] Eir, the cautious, down to earth one out to prove Hazel is a myth. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42293858] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/422939/42293858_350.png[/img] [/url]

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I'll be writing during my lunch break! For now, the roles!

Lilith, the edgy, brave one who is positive Hazel is real and will fight the forest to prove it.

Liandrin, the easily frightened one who turns into mist when scared.

Eir, the cautious, down to earth one out to prove Hazel is a myth.

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The three youngest from my clan: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41306531] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/413066/41306531_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41237376] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/412374/41237376_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40249998] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/402500/40249998_350.png[/img] [/url] "Why did we come here again?" The Fae flew behind her two friends, not knowing exactly why she agreed to come with them - making sure they don't get themselves killed, most likely. Malantha was always the one getting them out of trouble. She wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings at this point, not believing Hazel actually existed. And if she did, she certainly wasn't as creepy as the stories made her out to be. Engrossed in her own mind, she flew head first into a rather large branch. "Ouch!" "[i]Hush![/i]". The Wildclaw walking in front looked behind him, past the Spiral that had practically entangled himself completely with the Wildclaw, to Malantha, who was now rubbing her head. "We don't want her to hear us, do we?" He smiled that creepy smile, the same one he used when scaring the hatchlings whenever he told them about the Emperor he once [i]allegedly[/i] saw. Hototo wrapped himself around Hunapo even tighter, fearing the stories might actually be true. "Are you [i]sure[/i] old lady Hazel ain't real?" Hunapo rolled his eyes at the question coming from his best friend. "Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling! That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story!” Right after the words left his mouth, the company of three heard something nearby, their heads snapping in the direction of the sound. They stayed silent for a moment, witnessing two green glowing eyes slowy dissappearing into the shadows, followed by a low chuckle. "Hunapo, I swear to the Gladekeeper, you're gonna get us killed someday," Malantha finally hissed to her blue-winged friend. I might write some more lore soon~

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The three youngest from my clan:

"Why did we come here again?"

The Fae flew behind her two friends, not knowing exactly why she agreed to come with them - making sure they don't get themselves killed, most likely. Malantha was always the one getting them out of trouble. She wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings at this point, not believing Hazel actually existed. And if she did, she certainly wasn't as creepy as the stories made her out to be.

Engrossed in her own mind, she flew head first into a rather large branch. "Ouch!"

"Hush!". The Wildclaw walking in front looked behind him, past the Spiral that had practically entangled himself completely with the Wildclaw, to Malantha, who was now rubbing her head. "We don't want her to hear us, do we?" He smiled that creepy smile, the same one he used when scaring the hatchlings whenever he told them about the Emperor he once allegedly saw.

Hototo wrapped himself around Hunapo even tighter, fearing the stories might actually be true. "Are you sure old lady Hazel ain't real?"

Hunapo rolled his eyes at the question coming from his best friend. "Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling! That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story!”

Right after the words left his mouth, the company of three heard something nearby, their heads snapping in the direction of the sound. They stayed silent for a moment, witnessing two green glowing eyes slowy dissappearing into the shadows, followed by a low chuckle.

"Hunapo, I swear to the Gladekeeper, you're gonna get us killed someday," Malantha finally hissed to her blue-winged friend.

I might write some more lore soon~

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[center]Don't really have any 'teenage' dragons so I'll just go with my young adults- Gato [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42981444] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/429815/42981444_350.png[/img] [/url] Gato, being the derpy boy he is, might believe in Hazel. Due to his almost gullible nature, if his little wife tells him she believes in Hazel then he'll believe in her too! Then promptly attempt to fight this 'Hazel' for making his wife so scared! Fierce boy! Kaya [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42981450] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/429815/42981450_350.png[/img] [/url] A delicate, soft little girl. She scares pretty easily so Hazels stories sound real enough for her! She'd end up going to her beloved little hubby and hide herself under his wings while telling him the tale of Hazel! [Example of this budding young couple in Hazel's Hallow] [i]"Gato, honey please--" Kaya would persist as her and Gato traversed through the Hallow, her head and crests low. "NONSENSE MY LOVE! I, GATO THE GREAT, SHALL PROTECT THEE!" Gato cried with a fierce roar-- As fierce as a Fae could be-- His crests were raised and his eyes were set into a deep glare under his helmet. The two would end up shuffling through the Hallow, Kaya buried against her goofy husband's side, her crests flat. Gato on the other hand would be the stark opposite- At the first sign of any 'danger' he'd charge forward, yelling a fierce (high pitched) war cry-- And oh sweet Tidelord! How BIG is that Corpse Cleaner!?!-- No matter! Brave Gato would charge forward to slay the beast before it could even [b]breathe[/b] near his beloved, dainty little wife!!!! Poor Hazel herself would probably have to intervene to stop the tiny wanna-be Warrior from pulverising her pet-- Bless her-- Bless everyone, for that matter![/i]

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Don't really have any 'teenage' dragons so I'll just go with my young adults-

Gato

Gato, being the derpy boy he is, might believe in Hazel. Due to his almost gullible nature, if his little wife tells him she believes in Hazel then he'll believe in her too! Then promptly attempt to fight this 'Hazel' for making his wife so scared! Fierce boy!

Kaya

A delicate, soft little girl. She scares pretty easily so Hazels stories sound real enough for her! She'd end up going to her beloved little hubby and hide herself under his wings while telling him the tale of Hazel!

[Example of this budding young couple in Hazel's Hallow]

"Gato, honey please--" Kaya would persist as her and Gato traversed through the Hallow, her head and crests low.

"NONSENSE MY LOVE! I, GATO THE GREAT, SHALL PROTECT THEE!" Gato cried with a fierce roar-- As fierce as a Fae could be-- His crests were raised and his eyes were set into a deep glare under his helmet.

The two would end up shuffling through the Hallow, Kaya buried against her goofy husband's side, her crests flat. Gato on the other hand would be the stark opposite- At the first sign of any 'danger' he'd charge forward, yelling a fierce (high pitched) war cry-- And oh sweet Tidelord! How BIG is that Corpse Cleaner!?!-- No matter! Brave Gato would charge forward to slay the beast before it could even breathe near his beloved, dainty little wife!!!!

Poor Hazel herself would probably have to intervene to stop the tiny wanna-be Warrior from pulverising her pet-- Bless her-- Bless everyone, for that matter!

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Mnngh gotta sleep for now, will add my writing asap!

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Although her sister says otherwise, [b]Troublemaker [/b]will always know that 'old lady Hazel' exists. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38011670] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380117/38011670_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Nemesis [/b]just thinks it's just an old story and tries to convince her sister that she's wrong, but she'll learn she's the one who's wrong soon. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38011672] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/380117/38011672_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Gumdrop [/b]doesn't know if he should believe in this story or not, but he will know if it's real or not soon. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37236622] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/372367/37236622_350.png[/img] [/url] These three dragons have heard this old ghost story over and over and over. But it has never been proved, they've thought, dragons just keep telling and telling. They decided to prove that this story is (not) real.

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Although her sister says otherwise, Troublemaker will always know that 'old lady Hazel' exists.

Nemesis just thinks it's just an old story and tries to convince her sister that she's wrong, but she'll learn she's the one who's wrong soon.

Gumdrop doesn't know if he should believe in this story or not, but he will know if it's real or not soon.

These three dragons have heard this old ghost story over and over and over. But it has never been proved, they've thought, dragons just keep telling and telling. They decided to prove that this story is (not) real.

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[img]http://i.imgur.com/7AGqN22.png[/img] Holy.. first page! :0 Fantasmo, the dragon who's obsessed with Halloween, and is desperate to prove to Cumulus that the story of Hazel is fake [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45138577] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/451386/45138577_350.png[/img] [/url] Cumulus, the shy dragon who is very hard on himself for being an eternal hatchling. He's been terrified of Hazel his whole life. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43454821] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/434549/43454821_350.png[/img] [/url] And Nala, the bossy but sensible dragon who basically thinks the two others are a bunch of idiots for even talking about a stupid myth, but she's forced along with them because she's curious. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44069236] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/440693/44069236_350.png[/img] [/url] 1 month ago.. "You're not scared of her, are you?" Fantasmo has a big grin on his face that made Cumulus very uneasy. "Oh please. It's just a fairy tale. Everybody in Sornieth knows that." "But.. how can you explain the rise in injuries lately..? Do you think that every dragon in the Leviathan Trench randomly started getting hurt? It just [i]had[/i] to be Hazel," Cumulus squeaked. Nala poked her head from around her sleeping cave. "Please don't tell me you two are going at it again. Hazel is fake. End of story. Now if you don't mind, some dragons are TRYING to SLEEP, so if you could quiet down a bit, that would be fantastic." Once Fantasmo was sure she wasn't listening, he whispered in an eerie tone, "In one month exactly, when the moon is full and at its highest point, we'll set out and I'll show you how fake all the stories are." With that, Fantasmo turned around and left Cumulus all alone. ~~~~~ “Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” Cumulus was fidgeting nervously, his ears twitching back and forth. “Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling!" Fastasmo snapped. Cumulus flinched. [i]Hatchling.[/i] He hated when anybody called him that. He turned and lunged at Fantasmo, but Nala stood between the two of them and caught cumulus. "Stop bickering, both of you! Or else we're going home right now." Before either Fantasmo or Cumulus could complain, something glittered in the darkness. Two glowing green eyes stared at the little group, menacing and luring. "What the.." Fantasmo remarked curiously. "We have to leave right now," Cumulus said quivering. He covered his eyes with his talons, mist seeping through them. Fantasmo snorted. "We're not going home yet, snail brain." And with that Fantasmo started to talk towards the forest. "No!" Cumulus screeched trying to get Fantasmo to turn back. Fantasmo turned around and smiled at Cumulus, right as the forest ahead of him swallowed him whole. ~~~ Cumulus screamed and charged into the forest. Behind him, he could hear Nala sigh, and he heard her thumping footsteps as she followed behind him. Cumulus got a strange tingling inside his body, as if he was running to his death. Suddenly he heard a whizzing noise behind him. He saw that Nala had something in her neck, and she was lying unconscious on the floor. The last thing he saw before his vision went dark was a strange Bogsneak carrying a dart gun, and next to her, was Fantasmo, smiling. ~~~ Cumulus slowly started to sit up. His head hurt, and his mind was foggy. He looked around the small cave he was in, and he saw the same Bogsneak from before at the other side of the cave making tea. She walked over to him and carefully placed her talon on his forehead. "You feeling better?" She had an amused look on her face. She set a cup of tea next to Cumulus, and he hesitantly took a sip. "I'm Hazel." The Bogsneak gave Cumulus a small smile. Cumulus recoiled. "Hazel? As in the Hazel from the stories?" Hazel chuckled. "Yes, that Hazel." Fantasmo seemed to appear from thin air, and he said, "Who would've thought that all the stories were real." "In a way," Hazel sighed. "You know all those hatchlings made the stories more extreme than they should be." Cumulus stared in pure shock. Hazel sat down and began to speak. "A long time ago, all of the beasts that roamed Sornieth with no home would come to me for food in return for whatever I wanted. At that time, dragons would wander into my forest all the time and ask me stupid questions, pestering me constantly. Then, right around the same time, I sent out all the beasts to go and have a little fun with all the dragons in Sornieth. Not one dragon has ever bothered me since. Ever since then, it's been a tradition. All the beasts will gather, and I'll assign them different jobs." Cumulus stared at the Bogsneak in amazement. "I never knew.." Hazel barked a dry laugh. "Don't tell anybody, promise little dragon?" Cumulus nodded. Fantasmo sighed. "We should probably be heading home. It's dark and everybody must be wondering where we are." Hazel nodded solemnly. "Please do come back soon. Even though it's the life I chose, I still get very lonely sometimes." ~~~ All three dragons made it home very late, and everybody was already in bed. Fantasmo turned slowly to Cumulus and smiled. "Well, that trip was very unexpected." Cumulus couldn't agree more. ~~~

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Holy.. first page! :0
Fantasmo, the dragon who's obsessed with Halloween, and is desperate to prove to Cumulus that the story of Hazel is fake

Cumulus, the shy dragon who is very hard on himself for being an eternal hatchling. He's been terrified of Hazel his whole life.

And Nala, the bossy but sensible dragon who basically thinks the two others are a bunch of idiots for even talking about a stupid myth, but she's forced along with them because she's curious.

1 month ago..
"You're not scared of her, are you?"
Fantasmo has a big grin on his face that made Cumulus very uneasy.
"Oh please. It's just a fairy tale. Everybody in Sornieth knows that."
"But.. how can you explain the rise in injuries lately..? Do you think that every dragon in the Leviathan Trench randomly started getting hurt? It just had to be Hazel," Cumulus squeaked.
Nala poked her head from around her sleeping cave. "Please don't tell me you two are going at it again. Hazel is fake. End of story. Now if you don't mind, some dragons are TRYING to SLEEP, so if you could quiet down a bit, that would be fantastic."
Once Fantasmo was sure she wasn't listening, he whispered in an eerie tone, "In one month exactly, when the moon is full and at its highest point, we'll set out and I'll show you how fake all the stories are."
With that, Fantasmo turned around and left Cumulus all alone.

~~~~~
“Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” Cumulus was fidgeting nervously, his ears
twitching back and forth.
“Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling!" Fastasmo snapped.
Cumulus flinched. Hatchling. He hated when anybody called him that. He turned and lunged at Fantasmo, but Nala stood between the two of them and caught cumulus. "Stop bickering, both of you! Or else we're going home right now."
Before either Fantasmo or Cumulus could complain, something glittered in the darkness. Two glowing green eyes stared at the little group, menacing and luring.
"What the.." Fantasmo remarked curiously.
"We have to leave right now," Cumulus said quivering. He covered his eyes with his talons, mist seeping through them.
Fantasmo snorted. "We're not going home yet, snail brain."
And with that Fantasmo started to talk towards the forest.
"No!" Cumulus screeched trying to get Fantasmo to turn back.
Fantasmo turned around and smiled at Cumulus, right as the forest ahead of him swallowed him whole.
~~~
Cumulus screamed and charged into the forest. Behind him, he could hear Nala sigh, and he heard her thumping footsteps as she followed behind him. Cumulus got a strange tingling inside his body, as if he was running to his death.
Suddenly he heard a whizzing noise behind him. He saw that Nala had something in her neck, and she was lying unconscious on the floor.
The last thing he saw before his vision went dark was a strange Bogsneak carrying a dart gun, and next to her, was Fantasmo, smiling.
~~~
Cumulus slowly started to sit up. His head hurt, and his mind was foggy.
He looked around the small cave he was in, and he saw the same Bogsneak from before at the other side of the cave making tea.
She walked over to him and carefully placed her talon on his forehead.
"You feeling better?" She had an amused look on her face. She set a cup of tea next to Cumulus, and he hesitantly took a sip.
"I'm Hazel." The Bogsneak gave Cumulus a small smile.
Cumulus recoiled. "Hazel? As in the Hazel from the stories?"
Hazel chuckled. "Yes, that Hazel."
Fantasmo seemed to appear from thin air, and he said, "Who would've thought that all the stories were real."
"In a way," Hazel sighed.
"You know all those hatchlings made the stories more extreme than they should be."
Cumulus stared in pure shock.
Hazel sat down and began to speak.
"A long time ago, all of the beasts that roamed Sornieth with no home would come to me for food in return for whatever I wanted.
At that time, dragons would wander into my forest all the time and ask me stupid questions, pestering me constantly.
Then, right around the same time, I sent out all the beasts to go and have a little fun with all the dragons in Sornieth. Not one dragon has ever bothered me since.
Ever since then, it's been a tradition. All the beasts will gather, and I'll assign them different jobs."
Cumulus stared at the Bogsneak in amazement. "I never knew.."
Hazel barked a dry laugh. "Don't tell anybody, promise little dragon?"
Cumulus nodded.
Fantasmo sighed. "We should probably be heading home. It's dark and everybody must be wondering where we are."
Hazel nodded solemnly. "Please do come back soon. Even though it's the life I chose, I still get very lonely sometimes."

~~~
All three dragons made it home very late, and everybody was already in bed. Fantasmo turned slowly to Cumulus and smiled. "Well, that trip was very unexpected."
Cumulus couldn't agree more.
~~~

Last edited on Oct 23, 2018 16:56:12 by NovaBlu

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41777564] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/417776/41777564_350.png[/img] [/url] Datura's claws scraped against the ground, she was their guide through the thick undergrowth and sticky bog, "....We're not alone." her haunting voice growled. She didn't like to be caught off guard, not in life and certainly not in death. The trio had followed rumors to see if they were true and maybe gain a useful ally along the way. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45578585] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/455786/45578585_350.png[/img] [/url] The fae poked her head out of the bog's rib cage curious eyes scouting their surroundings as her skeletal markings provided a little light in the dark cave, "Way to state the obvious.....why did we go out in search of this old hag again?" Phantasmagoria asked slinking her way out and onto the ground, "Better question, why did you bring me and not someone who provides more light?" [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40763014] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/407631/40763014_350.png[/img] [/url] Figment was next to follow, the small spiral slinked along the floor and up the bog coming to curl around her hat, "Because this could make for wonderful story, don't you like stories!?" spouted the spiral enthusiastically before humming a soft tune. It seems as if Figment wasn't scared of this whole situation or if they were it wasn't showing.

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Datura's claws scraped against the ground, she was their guide through the thick undergrowth and sticky bog, "....We're not alone." her haunting voice growled. She didn't like to be caught off guard, not in life and certainly not in death. The trio had followed rumors to see if they were true and maybe gain a useful ally along the way.

The fae poked her head out of the bog's rib cage curious eyes scouting their surroundings as her skeletal markings provided a little light in the dark cave, "Way to state the obvious.....why did we go out in search of this old hag again?" Phantasmagoria asked slinking her way out and onto the ground, "Better question, why did you bring me and not someone who provides more light?"

Figment was next to follow, the small spiral slinked along the floor and up the bog coming to curl around her hat, "Because this could make for wonderful story, don't you like stories!?" spouted the spiral enthusiastically before humming a soft tune. It seems as if Figment wasn't scared of this whole situation or if they were it wasn't showing.

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