SylverIceDragon's Clan

Call me Sylver, 20, she/her, FR+1.
If I buy a dragon from you it will be kept or given to a friend of mine. I prefer my dragons don't become exalt fodder but I don't mind too much.

Lair is currently in the middle of reorganization and getting lore. There are some placeholder notes on dragons and nothing's polished. Please forgive the state of things, I'm working on it slowly whenever I get the motivation.


CLAN LORE
(The familial relationships of any dragons do not pertain to the lore, nor do their children unless specified otherwise)

Desperation can lead you to dark places. With Sornieth being ever at war with the constant battle for dominance, it can lead to barbaric clans of dragons constantly fighting for stature amongst each other. Their societies form tiers with those having the most money, power or notoriety naturally being at the top. Consequently, any dragon on the lowest ranks will be treated like insects and often targeted in fiercely outmatched battles just for the other to gain a higher standing. Willing to do anything to gain their peers respect, many of these dragons look for a way to the top by any means necessary. Daring themselves to perform daunting stunts few dragons have successfully done before, such as flying into the eye of Twisting Crescendo, plucking a hair from the Emperor Luminax in the sunbeam ruins, or attempting to climb the tallest mountain in the Cloudscrape Crags, Mount Titanice.

"I will show them! I will fly up there and place my flag! Then they will have to respect me. Besides, how cold could it really be?" The latest desperate dragon announces to its clansmates as they laugh them out of the den, knowing they will never return. "I'll show them all..."


But alas, the mountain tops are too fierce and too frigid for even the most well equipped dragons to traverse safely. Though they are determined to make it to the peak, almost all of whom only make it about halfway up this mammoth mountain before they can no longer move due to their paws and wings becoming too frostbitten to move. With no way back down, they will most certainly succumb to hypothermia and freeze to death....

Suddenly, they feel they're being moved. A warmed blanket wraps around them as something picks them up out of the snow.

"Looks like we've got another one," comes an unfamiliar feminine voice. "Don't worry, I've got just the place for you."

"W--wh-y?" The nearly frozen dragon manages to cough up out from the blanket. "Who are you?"

"My name's Asplina," She replies. "Looks like you could use a hand."

After what felt like an hour-long trek partly down Mount Titanice, they enter a marvelously grand den filled with dragons from all walks of life.
All different species and different elements are here in this flourishing domain underground. It's so bright! And more importantly, warm!

Asplina unwraps the new dragon and guides her to who seems to the dragon who seems to be the head of this clan, a blue and white Skydancer adorned in white fabrics,
rose-tinted jewelry and a pastel crown. She has a certain unwaveringly kind and compassionate feeling emanating from her smile as she
looks up from their desk.

"Welcome! My name is Crystalflight. I assume you are another lost soul who tried to climb the mountain?" She looks to Asplina who confirms with a nod. "Well no judgment here. For we all tried to. This is a clan of those outcasts who attempted to make the same unwinnable journey as you did. I was the first of this clan who did, actually." She continues as she leads you out into the main courtyard of the den. "I was nearly halfway up the mountain when I saw the outline of a fellow desperate dragon who tried this journey and realized I wouldn't make it, but also that I wasn't alone. I created this clan to rescue others like me and save them not only from the mountain, but the homes of which they came. So fret not, your journey is over. You can rest now."

Clan location: https://www1.flightrising.com/world-map?pinx=1374&piny=4307&view=land&viewpin=true

Snow Streak

Familiar

Snow Streaks are sometimes found frozen in place after particularly large snowstorms. They are easy prey.

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