Okay so I didn't really know what else to put for the title, but I saw a thread yesterday(can't find it now sadly) where someone suggested that you hatch an unhatched egg and open a gilded chest and write lore for the baby based on the contents. I wanted to try it so here we go.
Here's the bab. He's hella matchy. I think almost an xxy.
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69252691][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/692527/69252691_350.png[/img][/url]
And here's the contents[img]https://i.imgur.com/Zg0bgW7.png[/img]
Okay so I didn't really know what else to put for the title, but I saw a thread yesterday(can't find it now sadly) where someone suggested that you hatch an unhatched egg and open a gilded chest and write lore for the baby based on the contents. I wanted to try it so here we go.
Here's the bab. He's hella matchy. I think almost an xxy.
And here's the contents
aww, this is such a fun idea! i'd love to see what lore you come up with based on those items :)
aww, this is such a fun idea! i'd love to see what lore you come up with based on those items :)
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PsychosisDragon
Aww, he's so pretty! Lore idea: Maybe he's a Plague Florist?
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PsychosisDragon
Aww, he's so pretty! Lore idea: Maybe he's a Plague Florist?
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Continlula
Oh, that is a great idea! I'll keep that in mind
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Continlula
Oh, that is a great idea! I'll keep that in mind
[center]These are such fun colors! Congrats!
[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=147&bodygene=24&breed=12&element=2&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=143&tertgene=73&winggene=22&wings=82&auth=d71ab6b17d66a824f267ea92bf30c4cfd454708b&dummyext=prev.png[/img]
[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=147&bodygene=23&breed=12&element=2&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=143&tertgene=10&winggene=22&wings=82&auth=a7012688d556608a2d1c1be737878f11dc81c385&dummyext=prev.png[/img]
[img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=147&bodygene=40&breed=13&element=2&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=143&tertgene=23&winggene=22&wings=82&auth=e9e5898d322e42b9ac0926cd94ebeb60f9c263cf&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center]
Oh, I love this idea! I'm gonna do one myself :)
It feels like there's a lot of potential with your contents; a scrap of text from the Beastclans, a starsilk scarf, and a Strangler familiar... Hmmm.
Oh, I love this idea! I'm gonna do one myself :)
It feels like there's a lot of potential with your contents; a scrap of text from the Beastclans, a starsilk scarf, and a Strangler familiar... Hmmm.
I finally got time to do this [emoji=spiral deadpan size=1]
The little fae sat amongst the cracked dirt and bones in the scarred wasteland. He had hatched within a clan of scientists and warriors but found more joy in bringing about a different kind of plague. Disease-carrying plants. Chyrsanthos carefully trimmed the dead plant from around the base of a brilliantly golden flower. A scroll from the beastclans had led him to this deadly flower, and its properties in transferring plagues through its pollen. He stopped for a moment, wishing for the agility and grace that came with being a spiral. Several lived among his clan, and he envied them. One day. For now, he was stuck a fae. Small, hardly worth looking at. His adoptive parent, Anael, constantly told him he would be grown and changed how he wanted in due time. She didn't understand his inner struggle. She had gifted a scarf for when he did become a spiral, and he could not wait to don the green silk. Deciding his work was done for now, Chyrsanthos, headed back to the quarantine zone. Anael was sure to be looking for him.
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It's not a lot, but I need more time to flesh him out.
I finally got time to do this
The little fae sat amongst the cracked dirt and bones in the scarred wasteland. He had hatched within a clan of scientists and warriors but found more joy in bringing about a different kind of plague. Disease-carrying plants. Chyrsanthos carefully trimmed the dead plant from around the base of a brilliantly golden flower. A scroll from the beastclans had led him to this deadly flower, and its properties in transferring plagues through its pollen. He stopped for a moment, wishing for the agility and grace that came with being a spiral. Several lived among his clan, and he envied them. One day. For now, he was stuck a fae. Small, hardly worth looking at. His adoptive parent, Anael, constantly told him he would be grown and changed how he wanted in due time. She didn't understand his inner struggle. She had gifted a scarf for when he did become a spiral, and he could not wait to don the green silk. Deciding his work was done for now, Chyrsanthos, headed back to the quarantine zone. Anael was sure to be looking for him.
It's not a lot, but I need more time to flesh him out.
