Inkquill's Clan

~Prologue~
You enter a cavernous underground courtyard. A large aspen in the center of the room is growing towards the circular holes in the ceiling, the branches curling to the farthest reaches of the room. Sunlight filters through in shafts, casting dancing shadows on the lush plants around you. Other tunnels of various sizes trail off in every direction. Dragons are bustling in and out of them, each enveloped in their own tasks. A light blue dragon with vines wrapped around her shoulders approaches you, resting her talon against the ancient tree before speaking.

"You seem different than the others. Come."









Current status: Vaguely inactive
If I seem a little odd and overenthusiastic, you're right! I am! I really like cornsnakes and ball pythons, as well as most things with fur and four legs. I'm not the best at writing, but I do my best and unfortunately most of my FR lore will be forever lost to time.


I seriously need to stop hoarding cool skins and actually participate in the community on here.... but being a hermit is way to much fun; and selling everything to buy expensive apparel sets is sapping everything.