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Tacita's Clan

Here there be dragons.

Mighty Lair

in the

Wispwillow Grove

Clan Info

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Tacita » they/any | 21+ | fr+3
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hi there! i'm tacita, and i've recently started playing fr after a 7 year hiatus. i love pretty dragons, making characters, cartoons, and video games!

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⸙ code by wanderlustfaun ⸙

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The darkness of the Tangled Wood slipped around you as you trudge through the fertile soil of the forest. Dark trees loom around you, judging you silently with their impressive forms. Shadows of unknown creatures dart in and out of the murky shadows of the pines' branches. You catch the sight of two tiny glowing eyes staring at you from the treetops and inhale sharply, the scent of rotting wood filling your nostrils.

A voice suddenly comes out of the darkness before you. "Lost one," it murmurs with a voice like a mother bear's grumble. You turn to face the voice as quickly as you can without hurting yourself. A mighty midnight and lavender Guardian meets your gaze with cool purple eyes. You feel fear grip your heart. The Guardian notices your fear. "Do not be afraid, lost one," she tells you, sounding commanding and gentle at the same time. "I mean you no harm." The Guardian steps forward into a stray moonbeam peeking through the bristly foliage of the pines. The pearly necklace around her neck glistens, sharply contrasting the dark armor around her chest and shoulders. "You are merely in my clan's territory," she tells you. "You are neither friend nor foe, so you must be lost. Come. I will lead you out of the darkness."

You follow her without really knowing why. Something about the dragon's presence calms you and frightens you at the same time. She held herself like a leader: cool, confident, and powerful. You trusted her almost instantly.

"Lost one," the dragon's smooth voice rumbled, piercing your thoughts. "We are here. The edge of the Shadowbinder's realm." You emerge from the eerie woods into the bright sunlight, blinking your eyes rapidly as they adjust to the sudden change from dark to light. "The Sunbeam Ruins, home of the Lightweaver," the dragon explained. "You can find help getting wherever you need to go here. I wish you luck."

The dragon turned to return to the shadows of the forest you had left behind. You spin around to face her. "Wait!" you cry out, reaching towards her. The dragon pauses mid-step, turning her head to glance behind her shoulder at you. "What is your name?" you cry. The dragon smiles.

"Arvetti."

She turns, slides back into the shadows of her home, and disappears into the darkness.

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