Dragon Share

snippets, storytelling, synopsis, or headcanons, i'll write it up for you! any dragon (established lore or not). i'll do it for a small tip (small item, apparel, 1-5kt or g, whatever you think is appropriate!).
if you don't like it, i'd be more than happy to rewrite!
NOTE: hi guys, it's Chess again, i'm so happy y'all like it, but i'm a bit swamped with requests!) i've had a bit of burnout lately, and want to keep up the quality and originality of my pieces, so i'll be working through these as quick as i can, but am closing requests temporarily.
in the meantime, to get some inspiration, i'm writing fully formatted lore for AH fodder in this thread, and all the dragons there are for sale, too, so check it out.

@AmethystLynx Ooooo I like this idea~ Well, let me throw this girl at you: [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57196917][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/571970/57196917_350.png[/img][/url] Most of my permanent dragons have names, lore snippets or bios in progress but this girl... well, she has remained nameless for months and still I am unwilling to part with her. Throw anything at me, an interaction, a description, whatever you feel like doing. Name her if you want. My lore mostly adheres to Flight Rising's cannon and you can check out other dergs for inspo but really I just wanna see what you come up with by just looking at her~ I'll tip you now and add an extra when you are done ^^

@artemisiaeternity
oo i like her! not sure about names, but i really had fun with the lore.
"it's too late, i sold your jewels."
the looming Imperial shook her head slowly, "no. i don't want my jewels. i want you in our clan."
she shook her head curling her cracked lip in disdain.
the Imperial's sides rippled as she let out a gentle sigh, "you're dying. we both know that. we have healers back at the camp, we have-"
the dimunitive Mirror interrupted her, "i don't do clans."
a prolonged, almost catlike blink from the Imperial, "i see," she paused, muscles still relaxed, in stark contrast to the Mirror, wound tight as a bowstring, "what about friends?"
"friends?"
"friends."
the Mirror paused on her way out of the clearing, "i'll consider it."
a former cultist, skin dark as the night and unblemished ebony from the day she was born. born into this secretive sect, she was admired from a young age as the perfect physical specimen of her species. at 5 months, during a ritual ceremony of induction, she sipped from a poison cup at the Wyrmwound. all the initiates faced transformations, that was expected, the patterning on them showed their impurities in the eyes of the Plaguebringer. But hers was different. All the rage and frustration pent up inside her since she was old enough to understand that she could never truly be as special as they all saw her, that she could never seem to imagine herself fulfilling the grand destiny laid out before her, all the insecurity, the shame, it all manifested itself outward, tearing its way up through her skin and dyeing it a deep, crimson red. her eyes separated, her wings serrated, eventually healing into thick, banded gray scars. Ashamed and horrified, the cult saw her as rejected by their savior, disgusted by what they perceived to be a disfigurement, they cast her out. She became a vagabond, scavenging for food and barely making it by, kept alive by the secret relief that came from her newfound freedom from the constraints of the group in which she had grown up.

@AmethystLynx what a cute idea! i'd love some headcanons for this guy here- he's one of my pride and joy birthday dragons but i dont have any lore for him :( the idea i did have i decided to scrap, so anything in his bio is basically outdated lol [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/46429619][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/464297/46429619_350.png[/img][/url]

@AmethystLynx Any ideas for this girl? :> [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/59523746][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/595238/59523746_350.png[/img][/url]

this is so cute!! gliese has a little bit of lore, but its just a few paragraphs in his bio! ill make sure to send you a tip, your writing is lovely <3 [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/48362275][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/483623/48362275_350.png[/img][/url]

@saiban
Arbol, a beautiful dragon, what i see is this: The Immortal, Fallen Irrevocably In Love With Life
a nature spirit with a wandering soul, his essence and corporeal form spawned from the light in the way it filters gently through the summer leaves, yearning to truly feel the dewey grass and the gentle breeze. his life is tied to a banyan tree, one of the few that grow in the sunbeam ruins, like that of a dryad. he has traversed the land on the spring breeze, travelling from the Viridian Labyrinth to the Windswept Plateau. Though he can change form at will, he has settled upon a Coatl form, due to his fondness for the feathered but rounded folk he met during his travels, the mediators of disputes, and the protectors of their young. Again, despite his Coatl form, his closest friends and wards will say he has the heart of a Guardian, with all of nature, and the young and innocent as his charge. Exchanging physical love of a mate for one of life, of the sweet scent of autumn leaves and of the taste of frosty air on his tongue. Instead of caretaking offspring of his own, he has chosen, rather, to provide aid to the needy with all the strength in his claws, and give them shelter beneath the shade of his wings.

@AmethystLynx
oh my goodness that is BEAUTIFUL. thank you for the idea!! sending some items your way now :)

@Pluto248
"shooting star... a strange name, but a fitting one," the ancient bogsneak rasped. His breath smelled of leaf litter and decay, and his eyelids drooped like the sun on the horizon, accepting of the end as it approaches, peaceful, but not complacent.
She shivered, pulling her wings tighter around herself, and looked up at the old dragon in awe and curiosity, "What do you mean?" She squeaked, still having little control of her young voice.
The floor of the cave in which they lay, it trembled as he chuckled, "Young one, have I told you the story of how i found your egg?"
~ ~ ~
shooting star was raised by a dragon old enough to be her great-grandfather's father. her egg, light and fragile, was found floating in the swamp in which he lived, and he took it in out of pity for the young dragonet within, floating in the embryotic fluid, cast away from nowhere, yet so young, so innocent. She came of age in his den, hunting for them both once his joints grew too painful for him to stand on, feeding them both since she was a young hatchling. The two lived alone, happily, for many years, before her guardian's health began to fail, and she brought in the best healer she could find, a surgepriest, lost in the marshes, far from his native homeland. From him, she learned magic, with which she tried to prolong the life of her caretaker.
but because every day must meet its end, and every star must someday burn out, no matter how bright it once burned, the old bogsneak died, and with it, her childhood.
lost and rudderless in the great unknown, she couldn't bear to stay in that cave any longer without her dearest companion, so without any possessions to her name but her knowledge of the magical arts, she and her bonded surgepriest set out to find new sanctuary, be it with a clan... or elsewhere...

@snappdragon
what a beautiful boy!!!

the other dragons balked at the crunching in the woods, flinching backward despite their great stature, fae cowering behind Imperials, guardians standing defiantly over their gold. ice glittered around them, but now, suddenly, they were aware of its fragility...
through the bushes, over the brush, a golden-black nose emerged. The jaws opened, teeth a deepest ebony black, no tongue in sight, emitting a loud, chimelike cackle. with a sharp, popping breath inward, the sound cut off, and out hopped a huge wildclaw, bolts of golden silk hanging off his body, whipping in the breeze none of the others seemed to have known was there.
despite his tall stature and regal demeanor, he hopped like a bird, chirping and squaking gently as he approached.
the smaller dragons drew back at his approach, and even the Imperials balked slightly, at the strange but visceral power emanating from this strange creature, the kind that suggested power that made your feathers stand on end and your heart wrench violently, for no reason you could discern.
pulling one of the long golden coverings from his shoulders and letting out a gentle hum, the sound resonating through the air, making it vibrate as if electrified, he laid it with great care, at the feet of the dragon nearest to him.
he looked up, highlighting the odd dichotomy created by his pose of subservience and the celestial, cataclysmic power that lay just beneath his glimmering skin. Beneath it, however, loomed the deepest, most lonely and isolated sadness, reminiscent of a long-abandoned primordial creature, forgotten, but far far from finished.