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[i]This is the roleplay thread for the Peaks Clan of the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=mb&board=rp&id=1093479&page=1]Scales[/url] roleplay. Please submit your application there; this thread is only for members who have already applied and been accepted into the overall roleplay.[/i] [i][u][b]Welcome to the Peaks, home to Peaks Clan[/b][/u][/i] [i]From the [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=mb&board=rp&id=1093479&page=1&anchor=4238084#4238084]Scales main page[/url]: [b]The Peaks:[/b] The Underworld exists beneath a large mountain chain, and it was inevitable that dragons would eventually colonize the mountains above. The dragons of the Peaks live among the tallest mountains where snow and ice remain at least nine months of the year, and sometimes year-round. Some younger clan members have started to build their homes in the friendlier foothills. Dragons of the Peaks are known for their hardiness and excel in endurance flying, but they do tend to be smaller than their counterparts in the Underworld and the Steppes due to their lean diet. They make their homes in smaller caves that do not connect to the Underworld, and in dwellings of packed snow which keep them well-insulated. The Peaks are the least-populated area of civilized dragondom. [b]Peaks Clan[/b]: As their name suggests, this clan lives in the Peaks. They eschew much of the ostentation of the lowland clans, living 'as dragons were meant to' - meaning, depending on their power and strength to feed themselves, to keep their home safe, and to prove their superiority to all other creatures and indeed most other dragons. They are fierce and ferocious, rigidly organized into a hierarchy, and do not much mix with the other clans except in battle and the occasional gathering. Much of their way of life is shrouded and trespassers into their lofty territory are treated without mercy. [b]Strengths:[/b] Self-sufficient, strong fliers, fierce warriors. [b]Weaknesses:[/b] Obsessed with tradition, unbending.[/i] [center][s]***********************************************[/s][/center] The Peaks rise high into the sky, the tallest mountaintops disappearing into the clouds high overhead. The mountains are home to the Peaks Clan, dragons who decided to live in the mountains, able to spread their wings and soar with the eagles, rather than stay belowgound, only venturing out to hunt and fight. Dragons of the Peaks Clan are smaller than the dragons of other clans; wiry and strong. They don't live as the dragons in the Underworld do; rather, these dragons believe that each dragon must look after themselves; they hunt and fight for their food and home every day. The Peaks Clan dragons are proud dragons, believing themselves superior to all other life. These dragons are highly suspicious of outsiders, especially after the recent increase in attacks by rogues. Outsiders are rarely permitted to join this Clan, and if an outsider is allowed in, sometimes the rigid hierarchy and traditions prove to be too much. Approximately ten-fifteen years ago, there was a major war among the Clans. This war contributed to the Peaks Clan's hostile attitude towards strangers; while the Peaks Clan did not suffer the heaviest losses of the war, it was close, and only through virtue of these dragons' exceptional endurance. Ever since, training has been of the utmost concern; all young draconets begin their training as soon as they are no longer considered hatchlings. Some however, if they prove strong enough, begin their training even earlier than that. Dragons are taught to hunt, first of all-- Dragons of the Peaks Clan hunt from the skies, and adapt their fighting strategy to mimic their hunting. [center][s]***********************************************[/s][/center] [i][u][b]Clan Members[/b][/u][/i] [b][u]Clan Leader[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=106767] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1068/106767_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] GiftofArtemis [b]Dragon name:[/b] Aural [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Female Guardian [b]Clan & Position: [/b]Peaks Leader [b]Personality & History:[/b] Aural's number one priority is to her family. Aural considers all the dragons in the Peaks her children, which is beneficial to the dragons of the peaks, but not so much to her own flesh and blood children. It has been many years and nests and Aural has yet to find an heir. She is large, one of the largest of the small, fast, ruthless drgaons that make up the clan. She is strong, both phyiscally and magically, more so magically. She is known as one of the best mages in all the clans. She is firm and strict but kind, one of the kindest Peak leaders in generations. Some think this makes her weak, while some thinks it calls upon a new era for the clan. [b]Family & Mate: [/b]Borelus (mate) Anemi (daughter, hatchling caretaker +egg sitter) [b][u]Deputies[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=106768] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1068/106768_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] GiftofArtemis [b]Dragon name:[/b] Borelus [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male guardian [b]Clan & Position: [/b]Deputy [b]Personality & History:[/b] A rough and tough dragon of few words. He's not very openly affectionate and may seem hard an uncaring, but he does have a heart that's in the right place. He worked for Peak as a warrior since he was young, mating with Aural, the heir to become Peak leader. He is tough and fierce, able to take down almost any other dragon and protect his charge. He will sooner die than let you look at Aural wrong. Not that dragon to have on your bad side. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Aural (mate) Anemi (daughter) [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3885177] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38852/3885177_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] Brachyurus [b]Dragon name:[/b] Sandstone [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male Guardian [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peaks Clan - Deputy [b]Personality & History:[/b] Brutal, blunt, and stubborn would be the best three words to sum up Sandstone's personality. He isn't one for saying much, but what he does say is exactly what he's thinking, even if it's considered rude. If he has a heart, it's made of rock. It would be easy to say that Sandstone is too stubborn for his own good, and part of that lies in his upbringing. His father was even more of a hard-head, if you could believe it, and trusted in the traditional ways of dragons. He was an overall violent creature and raised his young to be heartless tanks. Upon reaching adulthood, Sandstone was forced to fight his father as a sort of "rite of passage." It was to be a fight to the death, but Sandstone wanted his father to suffer and decided on crippling him instead. His unfiltered thoughts and stubbornness often get him into trouble, but he is unlikely to see the error in his ways (or admit to there even being errors). [b]Family & Mate:[/b] none yet [b][u]Shaman[/u][/b] [b]Username:[/b] Jerebulee [b]Dragon name:[/b] Master Azuros [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male Guardian [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peak Shaman [b]Personality & History:[/b] Reclusive and secretive Azuros has been around for a very long time his past is obscured and much of it has been lost to time. He lives deep in a cave along the side of a cliff that is nearly impossible to find, and harder to get into without his permission. He has been sealed inside for hundreds of years, and requires an assistant to aid him in interacting with the outside world. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Adoptive son/assistant - Omric [b][u]Warriors[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=169208] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1693/169208_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] nihill [b]Dragon name:[/b] Alesia [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male Skydancer [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Senior Warrior of the Peaks Clan [b]Personality & History:[/b] Alesia has been with the Peaks Clan for a very long time. He is one of the most respected senior warriors, and though he turned down a place as deputy, his opinion is often sought by the clan leader and deputies. He does not take joy in killing but enjoys battle as do most of his clan, and is always willing to do what is necessary. Not one to make promises lightly, his word is as good as a guarantee. Alesia has very few close friends but is on good terms with almost all in the clan. Quiet, dutiful, honorable, sometimes gloomy and secretive. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Alesia has had two chosen mates in the past, but both have predeceased him - one killed in battle with Clan Var, and one fallen victim to a plague. Both were barren, a sadly common occurance in the Peaks, and supplied him with no offspring. He is the father to Zircon, a recently rescued hatchling abandoned by her feral mother, but no one is aware of his relation to her - not even Zircon herself. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3808901] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38090/3808901_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] ChaseTokki [b]Dragon name:[/b] Cinabrese (Sin-ah-bree-eaze) [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male Guardian [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peaks Clan Warrior [b]Personality & History:[/b] Even as a hatchling, Cinabrese was adept at survival and keen on learning his skills. He was a fierce hunter and fighter, enraptured more and more by his ability not only to track down prey but to pin down an enemy and tear their throat out. Though he is easily prone to aggression, Cinabrese is knowledgeable, jovial and fierce. He is easily befriended and has a strong will to protect others, but can sometimes loose himself in the bloodlust and easily snap things he doesn't mean. This tendency for aggression multiplied when his parents died at the hands of rogues. Though he grieved them, he did not hold a grudge against the rogues in a typical manner, he simply accepted their fate as a part of their duty to the clan and the circle of life. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] None [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2821123] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/28212/2821123_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] jdisapunk [b]Dragon name:[/b] Anastasia [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] female imperial [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peaks hunter [b]Personality & History:[/b] A young and accomplished hunter in the Peaks, Anastasia enjoys some small degree of prestige for the consistency with which she provides food to her clan. This, coupled with the elitist ideals of the Peaks Clan, has made her a bit arrogant. Her parents were prominent council members in Clan Var before their deaths in her adolescence, at which point it became too painful for Anastasia to stay in the Underworld. Devastated, the imperial flew to the Peaks in a display of endurance and dedication, and asked to be taken in by the clan that lived there in order to prove herself and establish a new legacy. She maintains a large hoard of trinkets and gold, which she guards ferociously when she's not out hunting. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Anastasia is young and has not yet shown any interest in mating, though she does seek to carry on her line in time. [b]Username: [/b]SadDogSmile [b]Dragon name:[/b] Marengo [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male fae [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peaks warrior (aspiring) [b]Personality & History: [/b]Marengo was born the son of a pair of personal groomers kept by one of Peaks Clan's most famous generals, a vain imperial. They flitted about him all day, keeping his mane in order and his scales buffed—and when Marengo was old enough, brought him along to help. Marengo had little interest in the task, however, and constantly zoned out to listen to the general's war talks or watching him train troops. He developed a strong martial bent and wanted nothing more than to become a great warrior for Peaks Clan in spite of his diminutive stature. He developed a unique fighting style of his own based on evasion and quick strikes to vital areas, and still seeks recognition as a true warrior for his clan. [b]Family & Mate: [/b]Owing to the harsh environment, fae families of the Peaks Clan tend to be smaller. Marengo's only living relatives are his parents, as well as a few scatters uncles, aunts, and cousins that he has little contact with. [b][u]Messengers[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3860865] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38609/3860865_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username: [/b]Slimewizard [b]Dragon name:[/b] Zaimo [b]Gender & Breed: [/b]female Guardian [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Clan Peaks messenger [b]Personality & History:[/b] Zaimo is an explorer. Her favourite pastime is to collect artefacts. A relatively young Guardian dragon, she came across clan Peaks during her search and was met with hostility initially, being thought to belong to the rogue group. However, she proved useful to the clan when demonstrating her combat skill during a border skirmish. This lead a guard to consider her for referral to the Clan as a member, which she was honored to become, eventually taking on the position of messenger so as to travel in search of a charge. She fights with sreat spirit and energy, but only if provoked. She has a warm, friendly nature but reverts to shyness when faced with hostility. She has only a basic knowledge of magic and is far from confident enough to apply it in combat. When she can, she enjoys helping others and at times is seen as a bit of a nuisance. Because of her inclination to wander, she is seldom around when needed most. [b]Family & Mate: [/b]None [b][u]Hatchlings[/u][/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3807199] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38072/3807199_350.png[/img] [/url] [i]Zircon's image now shows her as an adult; in the RP however, she is still a hatchling for now.[/i] [b]Username: [/b]WildDragonFlying [b]Dragon name:[/b] Zircon [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Female Skydancer [b]Clan & Position: [/b]Peaks Clan; None yet; Hatchling [b]Personality & History: [/b]Abandoned after hatching, Zircon was found and brought into the Peaks Clan. She was almost missed; her all-white coloring easily allows her to blend into the snow and ice. She's a bit shy, but loyal to a fault. Compassionate, but ruthless when necessary. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Family unknown. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=3853820] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/38539/3853820_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]Username:[/b] Jerebulee [b]Dragon name:[/b] Omric [b]Gender & Breed:[/b] Male Coatl [b]Clan & Position:[/b] Peak Shaman's assistant [b]Personality & History:[/b] Born to a single mother in the throes of disease Omric was one of four eggs. Seeking the aid of the shaman to keep her alive long enough to lay her eggs she died in childbirth. Dispite the shamans magic only one hatched, Omric. He was completely brought up by the shaman as repentance for being unable to save the mother. Omric spends his time delivering messages, herbs, and other packages to and from his master who has remained unseen to the world for hundreds of years. Omric is stubborn and dutiful. This does not stop him from being kind and affectionate to others. He lives by a strict code his master taught him, and would never falter from it on purpose. Considering that he is young, he makes mistakes. He has earned, and is continuing to earn an education beyond his years. [b]Family & Mate:[/b] Adoptive father/master - Master Azuros Mother (deceased) - Uhloris Biological Father (alive maybe) - ???
This is the roleplay thread for the Peaks Clan of the Scales roleplay. Please submit your application there; this thread is only for members who have already applied and been accepted into the overall roleplay.

Welcome to the Peaks, home to Peaks Clan

From the Scales main page:
The Peaks: The Underworld exists beneath a large mountain chain, and it was inevitable that dragons would eventually colonize the mountains above. The dragons of the Peaks live among the tallest mountains where snow and ice remain at least nine months of the year, and sometimes year-round. Some younger clan members have started to build their homes in the friendlier foothills. Dragons of the Peaks are known for their hardiness and excel in endurance flying, but they do tend to be smaller than their counterparts in the Underworld and the Steppes due to their lean diet. They make their homes in smaller caves that do not connect to the Underworld, and in dwellings of packed snow which keep them well-insulated. The Peaks are the least-populated area of civilized dragondom.

Peaks Clan: As their name suggests, this clan lives in the Peaks. They eschew much of the ostentation of the lowland clans, living 'as dragons were meant to' - meaning, depending on their power and strength to feed themselves, to keep their home safe, and to prove their superiority to all other creatures and indeed most other dragons. They are fierce and ferocious, rigidly organized into a hierarchy, and do not much mix with the other clans except in battle and the occasional gathering. Much of their way of life is shrouded and trespassers into their lofty territory are treated without mercy.
Strengths: Self-sufficient, strong fliers, fierce warriors.
Weaknesses: Obsessed with tradition, unbending.


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The Peaks rise high into the sky, the tallest mountaintops disappearing into the clouds high overhead. The mountains are home to the Peaks Clan, dragons who decided to live in the mountains, able to spread their wings and soar with the eagles, rather than stay belowgound, only venturing out to hunt and fight. Dragons of the Peaks Clan are smaller than the dragons of other clans; wiry and strong. They don't live as the dragons in the Underworld do; rather, these dragons believe that each dragon must look after themselves; they hunt and fight for their food and home every day. The Peaks Clan dragons are proud dragons, believing themselves superior to all other life. These dragons are highly suspicious of outsiders, especially after the recent increase in attacks by rogues. Outsiders are rarely permitted to join this Clan, and if an outsider is allowed in, sometimes the rigid hierarchy and traditions prove to be too much.

Approximately ten-fifteen years ago, there was a major war among the Clans. This war contributed to the Peaks Clan's hostile attitude towards strangers; while the Peaks Clan did not suffer the heaviest losses of the war, it was close, and only through virtue of these dragons' exceptional endurance. Ever since, training has been of the utmost concern; all young draconets begin their training as soon as they are no longer considered hatchlings. Some however, if they prove strong enough, begin their training even earlier than that. Dragons are taught to hunt, first of all-- Dragons of the Peaks Clan hunt from the skies, and adapt their fighting strategy to mimic their hunting.
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Clan Members

Clan Leader

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Username: GiftofArtemis
Dragon name: Aural
Gender & Breed: Female Guardian
Clan & Position: Peaks Leader
Personality & History: Aural's number one priority is to her family.

Aural considers all the dragons in the Peaks her children, which is beneficial to the dragons of the peaks, but not so much to her own flesh and blood children. It has been many years and nests and Aural has yet to find an heir.

She is large, one of the largest of the small, fast, ruthless drgaons that make up the clan. She is strong, both phyiscally and magically, more so magically. She is known as one of the best mages in all the clans.

She is firm and strict but kind, one of the kindest Peak leaders in generations. Some think this makes her weak, while some thinks it calls upon a new era for the clan.
Family & Mate: Borelus (mate) Anemi (daughter, hatchling caretaker +egg sitter)

Deputies

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Username: GiftofArtemis
Dragon name: Borelus
Gender & Breed: Male guardian
Clan & Position: Deputy
Personality & History: A rough and tough dragon of few words. He's not very openly affectionate and may seem hard an uncaring, but he does have a heart that's in the right place. He worked for Peak as a warrior since he was young, mating with Aural, the heir to become Peak leader. He is tough and fierce, able to take down almost any other dragon and protect his charge. He will sooner die than let you look at Aural wrong. Not that dragon to have on your bad side.
Family & Mate: Aural (mate) Anemi (daughter)


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Username: Brachyurus
Dragon name: Sandstone
Gender & Breed: Male Guardian
Clan & Position: Peaks Clan - Deputy
Personality & History: Brutal, blunt, and stubborn would be the best three words to sum up Sandstone's personality. He isn't one for saying much, but what he does say is exactly what he's thinking, even if it's considered rude. If he has a heart, it's made of rock. It would be easy to say that Sandstone is too stubborn for his own good, and part of that lies in his upbringing. His father was even more of a hard-head, if you could believe it, and trusted in the traditional ways of dragons. He was an overall violent creature and raised his young to be heartless tanks. Upon reaching adulthood, Sandstone was forced to fight his father as a sort of "rite of passage." It was to be a fight to the death, but Sandstone wanted his father to suffer and decided on crippling him instead. His unfiltered thoughts and stubbornness often get him into trouble, but he is unlikely to see the error in his ways (or admit to there even being errors).
Family & Mate: none yet

Shaman
Username: Jerebulee
Dragon name: Master Azuros
Gender & Breed: Male Guardian
Clan & Position: Peak Shaman
Personality & History: Reclusive and secretive Azuros has been around for a very long time his past is obscured and much of it has been lost to time. He lives deep in a cave along the side of a cliff that is nearly impossible to find, and harder to get into without his permission. He has been sealed inside for hundreds of years, and requires an assistant to aid him in interacting with the outside world.
Family & Mate: Adoptive son/assistant - Omric

Warriors

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Username: nihill
Dragon name: Alesia
Gender & Breed: Male Skydancer
Clan & Position: Senior Warrior of the Peaks Clan
Personality & History: Alesia has been with the Peaks Clan for a very long time. He is one of the most respected senior warriors, and though he turned down a place as deputy, his opinion is often sought by the clan leader and deputies. He does not take joy in killing but enjoys battle as do most of his clan, and is always willing to do what is necessary.

Not one to make promises lightly, his word is as good as a guarantee. Alesia has very few close friends but is on good terms with almost all in the clan. Quiet, dutiful, honorable, sometimes gloomy and secretive.
Family & Mate: Alesia has had two chosen mates in the past, but both have predeceased him - one killed in battle with Clan Var, and one fallen victim to a plague. Both were barren, a sadly common occurance in the Peaks, and supplied him with no offspring. He is the father to Zircon, a recently rescued hatchling abandoned by her feral mother, but no one is aware of his relation to her - not even Zircon herself.


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Username: ChaseTokki
Dragon name: Cinabrese (Sin-ah-bree-eaze)
Gender & Breed: Male Guardian
Clan & Position: Peaks Clan Warrior
Personality & History: Even as a hatchling, Cinabrese was adept at survival and keen on learning his skills. He was a fierce hunter and fighter, enraptured more and more by his ability not only to track down prey but to pin down an enemy and tear their throat out. Though he is easily prone to aggression, Cinabrese is knowledgeable, jovial and fierce. He is easily befriended and has a strong will to protect others, but can sometimes loose himself in the bloodlust and easily snap things he doesn't mean. This tendency for aggression multiplied when his parents died at the hands of rogues. Though he grieved them, he did not hold a grudge against the rogues in a typical manner, he simply accepted their fate as a part of their duty to the clan and the circle of life.
Family & Mate: None


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Username: jdisapunk
Dragon name: Anastasia
Gender & Breed: female imperial
Clan & Position: Peaks hunter
Personality & History: A young and accomplished hunter in the Peaks, Anastasia enjoys some small degree of prestige for the consistency with which she provides food to her clan. This, coupled with the elitist ideals of the Peaks Clan, has made her a bit arrogant. Her parents were prominent council members in Clan Var before their deaths in her adolescence, at which point it became too painful for Anastasia to stay in the Underworld. Devastated, the imperial flew to the Peaks in a display of endurance and dedication, and asked to be taken in by the clan that lived there in order to prove herself and establish a new legacy. She maintains a large hoard of trinkets and gold, which she guards ferociously when she's not out hunting.
Family & Mate: Anastasia is young and has not yet shown any interest in mating, though she does seek to carry on her line in time.

Username: SadDogSmile
Dragon name: Marengo
Gender & Breed: Male fae
Clan & Position: Peaks warrior (aspiring)
Personality & History: Marengo was born the son of a pair of personal groomers kept by one of Peaks Clan's most famous generals, a vain imperial. They flitted about him all day, keeping his mane in order and his scales buffed—and when Marengo was old enough, brought him along to help. Marengo had little interest in the task, however, and constantly zoned out to listen to the general's war talks or watching him train troops. He developed a strong martial bent and wanted nothing more than to become a great warrior for Peaks Clan in spite of his diminutive stature. He developed a unique fighting style of his own based on evasion and quick strikes to vital areas, and still seeks recognition as a true warrior for his clan.
Family & Mate: Owing to the harsh environment, fae families of the Peaks Clan tend to be smaller. Marengo's only living relatives are his parents, as well as a few scatters uncles, aunts, and cousins that he has little contact with.

Messengers

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Username: Slimewizard
Dragon name: Zaimo
Gender & Breed: female Guardian
Clan & Position: Clan Peaks messenger
Personality & History: Zaimo is an explorer. Her favourite pastime is to collect artefacts.

A relatively young Guardian dragon, she came across clan Peaks during her search and was met with hostility initially, being thought to belong to the rogue group. However, she proved useful to the clan when demonstrating her combat skill during a border skirmish. This lead a guard to consider her for referral to the Clan as a member, which she was honored to become, eventually taking on the position of messenger so as to travel in search of a charge.

She fights with sreat spirit and energy, but only if provoked. She has a warm, friendly nature but reverts to shyness when faced with hostility. She has only a basic knowledge of magic and is far from confident enough to apply it in combat.

When she can, she enjoys helping others and at times is seen as a bit of a nuisance. Because of her inclination to wander, she is seldom around when needed most.
Family & Mate: None

Hatchlings

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Zircon's image now shows her as an adult; in the RP however, she is still a hatchling for now.
Username: WildDragonFlying
Dragon name: Zircon
Gender & Breed: Female Skydancer
Clan & Position: Peaks Clan; None yet; Hatchling
Personality & History: Abandoned after hatching, Zircon was found and brought into the Peaks Clan. She was almost missed; her all-white coloring easily allows her to blend into the snow and ice. She's a bit shy, but loyal to a fault. Compassionate, but ruthless when necessary.
Family & Mate: Family unknown.


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Username: Jerebulee
Dragon name: Omric
Gender & Breed: Male Coatl
Clan & Position: Peak Shaman's assistant
Personality & History: Born to a single mother in the throes of disease Omric was one of four eggs. Seeking the aid of the shaman to keep her alive long enough to lay her eggs she died in childbirth. Dispite the shamans magic only one hatched, Omric. He was completely brought up by the shaman as repentance for being unable to save the mother. Omric spends his time delivering messages, herbs, and other packages to and from his master who has remained unseen to the world for hundreds of years. Omric is stubborn and dutiful. This does not stop him from being kind and affectionate to others. He lives by a strict code his master taught him, and would never falter from it on purpose. Considering that he is young, he makes mistakes. He has earned, and is continuing to earn an education beyond his years.
Family & Mate:
Adoptive father/master - Master Azuros
Mother (deceased) - Uhloris
Biological Father (alive maybe) - ???
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Ping List
@GiftofArtemis
@nihill
@jdisapunk
@Slimewizard
@WildDragonFlying
Ping List
@GiftofArtemis
@nihill
@jdisapunk
@Slimewizard
@WildDragonFlying
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Zircon bounded out of the small, snow-packed den she'd been using ever since the Peaks Clan warriors rescued her, shaking the snow off of her back before looking around curiously. She wondered if one of the older dragons would want to play with her, or maybe help her to practice hunting...
Zircon bounded out of the small, snow-packed den she'd been using ever since the Peaks Clan warriors rescued her, shaking the snow off of her back before looking around curiously. She wondered if one of the older dragons would want to play with her, or maybe help her to practice hunting...
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It was early, but Aural was up before then sun. She wasn't quite ready to leave her cave, the highest of the residential caves, so she just laid at the entrance, looking down as the Peaks dragons started their day.

Borelus appeared behind her. Her mate was much larger, bigger and heavier than her, but she had a much larger wingspan, she was better at flying. When he didn't say anything, just stood behind her, staring, she cleared her throat.

"Better start the day. I'll go talk to Zaimo, see if she has anything to report." She said, stretching her large body into a standing position.

"I'll talk to Alesia." Borelus rumbled, his voice deep and harsh. He wandered to the edge of the cave and leapt, allowing his wings to help him parachute down. Aural took the stairs that were carved into the side of the mountain. The peaks leaders were ready to start their day.

@nihill
@jdisapunk
@Slimewizard
@WildDragonFlying
It was early, but Aural was up before then sun. She wasn't quite ready to leave her cave, the highest of the residential caves, so she just laid at the entrance, looking down as the Peaks dragons started their day.

Borelus appeared behind her. Her mate was much larger, bigger and heavier than her, but she had a much larger wingspan, she was better at flying. When he didn't say anything, just stood behind her, staring, she cleared her throat.

"Better start the day. I'll go talk to Zaimo, see if she has anything to report." She said, stretching her large body into a standing position.

"I'll talk to Alesia." Borelus rumbled, his voice deep and harsh. He wandered to the edge of the cave and leapt, allowing his wings to help him parachute down. Aural took the stairs that were carved into the side of the mountain. The peaks leaders were ready to start their day.

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Zircon watched the two leaders fly, her expression awed. Zircon stretched out her own wings, flapping them experimentally; somehow, she doubted that they'd be able to lift her. Still, she kept at it, taking little running leaps, flapping her wings furiously, trying to keep herself off of the ground. She could keep herself aloft for a few seconds, but then she'd lose the rhythm, and crash back to the ground, grunting. It was after one such crash that she found herself rolling into one of the adults' legs. Zircon looked up from her position on her back, moving her wing out of the way. She found herself staring at Alesia, and she let out a startled squeak. "Oops! Sorry!" she chirruped, scrambling to her feet and wincing as she accidentally stepped on a wing. "I was trying to fly, but... Well, I'm not very good at it."

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Zircon watched the two leaders fly, her expression awed. Zircon stretched out her own wings, flapping them experimentally; somehow, she doubted that they'd be able to lift her. Still, she kept at it, taking little running leaps, flapping her wings furiously, trying to keep herself off of the ground. She could keep herself aloft for a few seconds, but then she'd lose the rhythm, and crash back to the ground, grunting. It was after one such crash that she found herself rolling into one of the adults' legs. Zircon looked up from her position on her back, moving her wing out of the way. She found herself staring at Alesia, and she let out a startled squeak. "Oops! Sorry!" she chirruped, scrambling to her feet and wincing as she accidentally stepped on a wing. "I was trying to fly, but... Well, I'm not very good at it."

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Zaimo rode the chill wind of the Peaks, returning from visiting the borderlands followed by a night of patrolling the foothills. She had hunted for herself while out, landing briefly to scratch out some lean shrubs and game before returning to the skies.

She turned her body skyward, beating her wings against the air below in a steep climb headed to the topmost of caves. From here as the sun peeked over the now curved horizon, it seemed that there could be no place in the world where dawn looked as it did then.

As she circled the near-summits, she glimpsed the leaders' cave and saw that Aural and Borelus had surely left; the idea that they would rise after the sun was of course unthinkable. She veered towards the rocks, banking and landing on a wide, steady stone well used by the clan's dragons. She folded her wings and shivered, heading to meet her clan mates.

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Zaimo rode the chill wind of the Peaks, returning from visiting the borderlands followed by a night of patrolling the foothills. She had hunted for herself while out, landing briefly to scratch out some lean shrubs and game before returning to the skies.

She turned her body skyward, beating her wings against the air below in a steep climb headed to the topmost of caves. From here as the sun peeked over the now curved horizon, it seemed that there could be no place in the world where dawn looked as it did then.

As she circled the near-summits, she glimpsed the leaders' cave and saw that Aural and Borelus had surely left; the idea that they would rise after the sun was of course unthinkable. She veered towards the rocks, banking and landing on a wide, steady stone well used by the clan's dragons. She folded her wings and shivered, heading to meet her clan mates.

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Aural smiled, stepping forward. "Zaimo, dearest child." The clan had learned long ago not to be offended by Aural, as she called everyone (save Borelus) her child. Her claws dug into the soft grass at her feet as she relaxed her fins and folded her wings against her body.

Borelus stepped forward as well, approaching the other guardian to join in the conversation. "How was your flight? Any threats to our borders, any sigh of the nomads?" His expression was hard, his eyes set like a drill sergeants, but that was just how Borelus was. Everyone knew his deep voice and intimidating posture was as much a part of Borelus as his wings and scales.

((I saw the other clans had names for their leaders. Mostly "high Empress" so I'm thinking Aural would like to be High Preistess. What do you guys think?
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Aural smiled, stepping forward. "Zaimo, dearest child." The clan had learned long ago not to be offended by Aural, as she called everyone (save Borelus) her child. Her claws dug into the soft grass at her feet as she relaxed her fins and folded her wings against her body.

Borelus stepped forward as well, approaching the other guardian to join in the conversation. "How was your flight? Any threats to our borders, any sigh of the nomads?" His expression was hard, his eyes set like a drill sergeants, but that was just how Borelus was. Everyone knew his deep voice and intimidating posture was as much a part of Borelus as his wings and scales.

((I saw the other clans had names for their leaders. Mostly "high Empress" so I'm thinking Aural would like to be High Preistess. What do you guys think?
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[quote="Alesia"]It had been a long night. Alesia had woken himself as the moon reached its zenith and gone to relieve the warrior on duty before him then stood along the wide bowl of land that fronts the main residential caves of the Peaks clan, occasionally pacing back and forth. Even after all these years, it was difficult for the Skydancer to stay alert in the cold; if he didn't pace about to keep blood flowing, he might have been in danger of falling asleep on his feet. The sun hasn't yet crested the mountains when he can feel the clan beginning to stir - no noise or sight confirms it, but Alesia can sense it somehow - and not too long after, he's confirmed by hearing the deep tones of Borelus' voice, high above him. Alesia stretches his wings out and rotates them, stiff from the chilly night, and looks up expectantly when he hears the leathery sound of the Guardian's wings. However, before the deputy can reach him, Alesia is distracted by the weight suddenly thrown against the lower portion of his long, narrow legs. Dipping his head, he peers at the source and gives a quiet snort of amusement (which, for the dour Skydancer, is the closest he gets to a belly-laugh). Of course it would be the orphaned dragonet recently rescued into the clan. [b]"No harm done, little one."[/b] Lowering his head just a bit more, he helps Zircon gain her feet and steady, with a nudge of his nose. [b]"I'm certain the ability will come in time. When I was a hatchling, almost all of my year-mates were able to fly straight out of the shell. But since Skydancers have feathers, it took me some time to manage flight- I was born with a downy fuzz on my wings, just as you were, which was good for insulation, but not very aerodynamic."[/b] This is a longer speech than most adult dragons can wring from Alesia, but he has always been fond of hatchlings, and is especially so of this rambunctious little snip. His clan mates were uniformly serious, and though he did not mind that, the levity the little Skydancer had brought with her was a welcome diversion.[/quote] @WildDragonFlying Sorry I took so long to respond! It's been an unsettled day. @GiftsOfArtemis Rage's full titles still make me laugh. So pompous. But High Priestess sounds suitable for the Peaks - not too flowery, but respectful and a little mysterious. I like it!
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It had been a long night. Alesia had woken himself as the moon reached its zenith and gone to relieve the warrior on duty before him then stood along the wide bowl of land that fronts the main residential caves of the Peaks clan, occasionally pacing back and forth. Even after all these years, it was difficult for the Skydancer to stay alert in the cold; if he didn't pace about to keep blood flowing, he might have been in danger of falling asleep on his feet.

The sun hasn't yet crested the mountains when he can feel the clan beginning to stir - no noise or sight confirms it, but Alesia can sense it somehow - and not too long after, he's confirmed by hearing the deep tones of Borelus' voice, high above him. Alesia stretches his wings out and rotates them, stiff from the chilly night, and looks up expectantly when he hears the leathery sound of the Guardian's wings.

However, before the deputy can reach him, Alesia is distracted by the weight suddenly thrown against the lower portion of his long, narrow legs. Dipping his head, he peers at the source and gives a quiet snort of amusement (which, for the dour Skydancer, is the closest he gets to a belly-laugh). Of course it would be the orphaned dragonet recently rescued into the clan.

"No harm done, little one." Lowering his head just a bit more, he helps Zircon gain her feet and steady, with a nudge of his nose. "I'm certain the ability will come in time. When I was a hatchling, almost all of my year-mates were able to fly straight out of the shell. But since Skydancers have feathers, it took me some time to manage flight- I was born with a downy fuzz on my wings, just as you were, which was good for insulation, but not very aerodynamic." This is a longer speech than most adult dragons can wring from Alesia, but he has always been fond of hatchlings, and is especially so of this rambunctious little snip. His clan mates were uniformly serious, and though he did not mind that, the levity the little Skydancer had brought with her was a welcome diversion.
@WildDragonFlying Sorry I took so long to respond! It's been an unsettled day.

@GiftsOfArtemis Rage's full titles still make me laugh. So pompous. But High Priestess sounds suitable for the Peaks - not too flowery, but respectful and a little mysterious. I like it!
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Of course, Sandstone had been up before the sun and most of the others of the clan. He had been hunting for his breakfast and managed to take down a young creature of the mountains. There wasn't much hiding (aside from within the clouds) up at these heights, but prey didn't have many choices on which direction to run when frightened. The massive brute had barreled into the side of a cliff, trapping the animal under his large frame, effectively knocking it off its balance and seizing it within a swipe of his claws. He returned to his solitary cave to finish his meal, and by that time everyone was waking up and moving around.
With a deep grumble, the male emerged from his hideaway, a few bones spilling out in his wake. He stretched his wings as he stepped into the sun and sent himself upward with a powerful thrust. He was not the quickest or most agile flyer, but his wings were strong and served him well. The deputy made his way to where everyone else seemed to be congregating, his green eyes searching for the leader of their clan. Sandstone had noticed Aural right away when he had initially joined the clan, and he knew he had to make her his. Of course, there was the issue of Borelus, but he believed he could deal with him in time.
As he settled back to the earth, his beating wings produced a billow of snow, nearly concealing him completely. There was at least one advantage to living in such a high place, but the cold still wasn't his favorite. "Your highness," he spoke softly with an inclination of his head to show respect for the High Preistess. Above all he respected the ranks of the clan, especially when they were occupied by such attractive bodies.


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Omric circled a couple of times overhead. He was especially happy to be flying out in the open air. Her saw the three guardians below. Now this was confusing. It was the first time he was out of his master's sanctum and all he knew about the dragon was a picture that Azuros drew. Azuros was an excellent clairvoyant, but a poor artist. Not wanting to make a fool of himself he landed near the three guardians.
He quietly landed stood on his hind legs and began shuffling through a bag he wore over his shoulder with his front claws. He pulled out a large beetle, almost surprised to find it there, and ate it. Noticing his distraction he quickly began shuffling again and pulled out a folded up parchment.
Unfolding it he squinted. Yes it was probably a drawing of a guardian. Yes the shaman's handwriting was illegible. He squinted "Sampslonp?" He mouthed to himself.

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Omric circled a couple of times overhead. He was especially happy to be flying out in the open air. Her saw the three guardians below. Now this was confusing. It was the first time he was out of his master's sanctum and all he knew about the dragon was a picture that Azuros drew. Azuros was an excellent clairvoyant, but a poor artist. Not wanting to make a fool of himself he landed near the three guardians.
He quietly landed stood on his hind legs and began shuffling through a bag he wore over his shoulder with his front claws. He pulled out a large beetle, almost surprised to find it there, and ate it. Noticing his distraction he quickly began shuffling again and pulled out a folded up parchment.
Unfolding it he squinted. Yes it was probably a drawing of a guardian. Yes the shaman's handwriting was illegible. He squinted "Sampslonp?" He mouthed to himself.

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