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Winds of Change

Once again, Aleru finds herself glaring at a yellowed sheaf of parchment by guttering candlelight. Why her boy had stopped replacing the candles in a timely matter she didn’t know, and she didn’t care to ask. If he was more concerned with his tinctures and potions than earning reliable coin, that wasn’t her problem. 

She ignores the candle’s pathetic guttering, and rereads the missive.

Regret to inform you of the cessation of our compact. This should not come as a surprise, as your hunters have been targeting caravans and ships within our territory. We do not live in such fear of you that we will allow such insults to stand. Dragons of Windfall and Kismet will be attacked on sight, and if captured, put to trial and execution for their crimes against our state, and others. 

Naturally, you also understand that we will not purchase another ounce of your ill-gotten cargo. 

Cooly, Aleru rises from her high-backed seat, heavy chair legs scraping noisily against the cold flagstone. She grabs her mantle before she leaves, her breath swirling visibly as she extinguishes the reluctant candle she’d read by. It was too cold in this fucking place. 

As she storms down to the docks, her slight form bright and colourful amongst the browns and reds of the tanned, work-soiled bodies of the clan’s sailors, the denizens of Windfall afford her a wide berth. Eyes and quiet follow her as she cuts directly toward Windfall’s most deadly ship; the trade boss’ presence at the docks was unusual, and never heralded well for whomever she’d sought to accost. 

Khaegris lounged on the quarterdeck of the Defiant as she often did, the smooth, soft sound of a whetstone against her blade rhythmic and audible even before Aleru hauled herself aboard the pirate vessel. 

The wildclaw doesn’t look up from her work, though a green eye turns to the younger woman for a moment before returning to the inspection of her bright and shining blade. “You again.” The pirate’s voice is deep and rich, unhurried as the tide. She still bears a slight accent from her birthplace, her words drawled. 

Aleru’s lip curls, revealing tidy white teeth. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing at.” She stands directly in front of the captain, hands on her hips, looming over the powerfully built elder woman as best she can. 

The whetstone continues to whisper along the length of the blade. Twice, thrice more before it stops, and Khaegris’ scarred and weathered face turns upward. A tongue runs over fangs behind closed lips which yet bear the slightest hint of a smirk. “No?” 

Nostrils flare as the merchant queen of the pirate isles struggles to restrain herself. “Attacking our fucking allies, you belligerent shit.” Aleru takes a deep breath - she had never had a great handle on her temper, and she knew it. She can feel her eyelid twitching. 

The captain, damn her, barely moves, though perhaps her smirk becomes a little more pronounced, a scarred eyebrow twitching as she thinks. “That caravan was moving sixteen crates of Everbloom Port.” She smirks, sheathing her blade as she stands, deliberately turning the tables as she remains too close, now towering over Aleru. “I was thirsty, and so were my crew.” She snorts as she turns her back, making her way into the Defiant’s grand cabin. “You know how much that swill is worth in southern markets. A fucking shitload.” 

Aleru seethes in silence as she watches Khaegris’ retreating back. The captain still did not respect her as an equal; this was painfully clear. 

The door begins to shut, the wildclaw drawling something about being busy, something about having courses to chart and ships to hunt. And something snaps within the spiral. She bursts forward, a delicately manicured hand slamming against the closing wood, forcing the woman on the other side to stumble backward with her force. 

“No. You will account for this, Khaegris. I will be taking this to the captains, to the merchants. To the street. You can’t continue to undermine what we all have built here. This isn’t just your clan any more. If you want to remain matriarch, fucking act like it.” She snarls, red eyes flashing. “I’m calling a meeting. I will see you there.” 

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I’ve been wondering why my dash is so dead since I came back, and I realized I’ve been following a ton of inactive accounts who also decided to go on hiatuses

I’m looking for some new fr people to follow, so I guess like/reblog this and I’d be more than happy to follow ;u;

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Just Octavie (XYY) and Odysseus left now! They’re listed at 500g each. Octavie is the second-cheapest XYY on the AH! :3

                                     ✩ Starlit Navigators ✩

SO I bought two new dragons, put constellation on them, bred and booned their 4 egg nest. I haven’t done this since cryface, lol. I think the babies are HECKIN cute. 

They each have                Starmap | Constellation | Smoke

                       Octavie, female, Sunshine/Ivory/Ivory | Ice Common

                      Victoria, female, Carrot/Gold/Flaxen | Ice Common

                      Odysseus, male, Brick/Flaxen/Buttercup | Ice Common

                      Hester, female, Watermelon/Flaxen/Ivory | Ice Common

They are all listed on the AH for prices that I am flexible with. If you are keen on one, feel free to message me here or on FR, haggling is very ok. Ithika #46361

They are also getting microlore and a basic coded bio consistent with babies from my pirate lore hatchery as seen here before! Their parents have lore which will be linked in the babies’ bios when I’m done. 

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                                     ✩ Starlit Navigators ✩

SO I bought two new dragons, put constellation on them, bred and booned their 4 egg nest. I haven’t done this since cryface, lol. I think the babies are HECKIN cute. 

They each have                Starmap | Constellation | Smoke

                       Octavie, female, Sunshine/Ivory/Ivory | Ice Common

                      Victoria, female, Carrot/Gold/Flaxen | Ice Common

                      Odysseus, male, Brick/Flaxen/Buttercup | Ice Common

                      Hester, female, Watermelon/Flaxen/Ivory | Ice Common

They are all listed on the AH for prices that I am flexible with. If you are keen on one, feel free to message me here or on FR, haggling is very ok. Ithika #46361

They are also getting microlore and a basic coded bio consistent with babies from my pirate lore hatchery as seen here before! Their parents have lore which will be linked in the babies’ bios when I’m done. 

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                           "There is no future I wish for without you in it, Ida." - a great explorer and navigator, prone to utter bullheadedness which nevertheless tends to set him on his desired path. - a very intelligent youth, Magellan was held back by difficulty with reading books; words on the page swam infuriatingly before his eyes. He was too stubborn for this to hold him back, committing to memory what others would simply make note of where to reference. - physical savant, able to do most anything he puts his mind to, and wills his body to be capable of what he needs it to be - the great love of his life is Ida, though their paths have joined and converged seemingly as often as the rising and falling of the tides.

He’s so handsome I don’t even know how to put clothes on him

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"The sea always brings me back to you, Magellan; I hear your voice on the waves, feel your touch in the sea spray."

A bold and tenacious astronomer and navigator, Ida was kept from the life of adventure she sought during her youth by a long illness. The frailty caused by the malaise lingered long enough that she began to despair that she would ever experience life on the sea for herself, instead being forever doomed to pour over her books, dreaming the secondhand adventures of the ones who wrote them. The illness lifted eventually, however, and the call of the sea was so strong that Ida went to the docks the moment she was well enough to walk. It was there she met Magellan for the first time. Desperately handsome and an utter rake, Ida was quite taken aback by the swarthy sailor; he was so unlike the quiet men who visited from time to time when she had been ill. Naturally, she fell almost immediately in love.

One of my two new incredibly impulsive purchases, I put constellation on her and so naturally she had better become an instant favourite. Going for an unusual (for me) love story couple with them. 

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                                     ✩ Starlit Navigators ✩

SO I bought two new dragons, put constellation on them, bred and booned their 4 egg nest. I haven’t done this since cryface, lol. I think the babies are HECKIN cute. 

They each have                Starmap | Constellation | Smoke

                       Octavie, female, Sunshine/Ivory/Ivory | Ice Common

                      Victoria, female, Carrot/Gold/Flaxen | Ice Common

                      Odysseus, male, Brick/Flaxen/Buttercup | Ice Common

                      Hester, female, Watermelon/Flaxen/Ivory | Ice Common

They are all listed on the AH for prices that I am flexible with. If you are keen on one, feel free to message me here or on FR, haggling is very ok. Ithika #46361

They are also getting microlore and a basic coded bio consistent with babies from my pirate lore hatchery as seen here before! Their parents have lore which will be linked in the babies’ bios when I’m done. 

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tag yourself

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I’m so conflicted because I am full of writing ideas BUT ALSO 

I have Red Dead Redemption 2 burning a hole in my PS4 so like what’s a girl to do. What is. a Girl. To do. 

Time to revisit Problematic Cowboy Son

Red Dead Redemption has been a solid contender for my favourite game of all time so I’m amped

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What gorgeous girls! My darling Ellaria is a lesbian guardian, but she will eventually become a skydancer (I love guardians normally and I am putting it off as she’s one of my favourite guards ever, but it’s part of her lore - she doesn’t have a charge and wishes to cast off the stigma that comes with that and live a life which is truly for herself.)

         How unlucky I am that this should happen to me.                  But not at all.          Perhaps, say how lucky I am that I am not broken by what has happened,          and I am not afraid of what is about to happen.  For the same blow might          have  stricken  anyone,  but  not  many  would  have  absorbed  it without          capitulation and complaint.                                                                                                    - Marcus Aurelius

It’s time for everyone to share their lesbian guardians!! Let’s go lesbians let’s go!!!!!

On the bottom is @voltaic-ambassador s pastelly Shodia next to her girlfriend, my Lorelei!!!

Thanks for @guardsbian for starting the trend 💗

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A Cold Wind Rising

I am thinking of starting a series of tales of the dragons of Clan Windfall told by the older dragons of my clan, and maybe even setting up a lore hatchery thread on-site to do it. If I did, I’d write a fair bit before I begin so that I can make regular lore posts. Hatchlings would come with a link to their hatchday lore, which would be a part of the ongoing saga, as well as a brief personal biography. I have to do a lot of planning. The newcomer would be an industrious travelling bard, hunting for stories to turn into songs; the historic equivalent of a plucky reporter, I suppose. I’m imagining a skydancer or noodle, a small, slight breed, though I doubt I will be writing stories where dragons are fully draconic. 

The first narrator will be Liobhan, who likes to tell tales more than she lets on, the oldest dragon of the clan and a daughter of Stormcatcher himself.

Gonna tag these as || A Cold Wind Rising || for now.

“I never were one who had a hunger for talk.” Her back is turned to the youngling approaching her, and there is a pause before the dry whispering of whetstone against steel commences again. 

Muscles ripple in the old sailor’s shoulders and arms as she hones the edge of her blade rhythmically, her body a well-worn machine that knew well its work. It is hypnotising, watching her, watching the movement of muscles under tanned, sea-dried skin.

There is no weakness there, for all the years she carries, and when she stops her work, placing down the whetstone with deliberate care on the table beside her, the newcomer swallows. Nervous, and rightly so. 

Liobhan is tall, back straight and proud as the masts of her ship behind her. She sways with the motion of the vessel effortlessly. The one looking up from within her shadow, however, must work to keep from looking a fool before the old captain.

Her eyes burn with the cold blue magic of her storm-god, her thin, pale lips pressed into a hard line as she looms. The fine lines around her eyes seem only to add to the severity of her impressive presence, the arcing magic casting hard shadows on her skin. 

“Youths never did ken when no means no. I was guilty of it once, as well.” 

She hefts her blade, a massive claymore. A two-handed sword for most anyone but she; the huge, broad-shouldered woman wields it with only one. 

“Tch.” She spits the leaf she’d been chewing overboard, lifting the claymore to rest against one shoulder as she makes her way to the cabin astern of the frigate. 

Hearing no footsteps behind her, she stops, twisting in place with a look of feigned irritation - though perhaps one that did not know her well would not take the look as feigned. 

"Do ye want to hear the tale of how Clan Windfall came to be or not, lubber? I have more time for tales than I once did, but patience in these frozen isles is rare as sunshine and balmy breezes. Be quick about it, or be gone. I ain’t the kind to make offers twice.” 

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Clan Member: Hephaistion

CURSED HUNTER OF HORRORS

One of the eldest dragons of Clan Windfall, Hephaistion travelled much of the world before his work brought him to the blasted, frozen south. As heavily scarred as he is muscled, the warrior belongs to an ancient and dwindling class of hunters, his quarry the stuff of nightmares. 

The beast that brought him to Windfall was the Emperor, Slipper; the greatest of all monstrosities known to dragonkind, and one even Hephaistion was unsure he could best. 

His profession lends the great dragon strength far beyond what he would ordinarily possess, but comes at a terrible cost; his power’s source is demonic, shade-touched, and now so is he. 

In his youth, when his own magic burned young and hot within him, Hephaistion learned well the ancient arts of his class, writing a spell in liquid fire with his own blood upon the barren earth of the desert in which he was born. It took him days to carve the spell’s intricate forms in the brittle earth, and all the while bleeding his life force into the etching once each piece of the spell was completed. 

At the end of it, an intricate latticework of writing and symbols glowed upon the ground before the great young imperial, his life bound to the summoning spell as much as the demon that writhed and roiled within its new bonds. Slowly, terribly, the two became one, and Hephaistion was bestowed with not just his own power, but the fell strength of the one he had lashed to himself. 

In the beginning, the deed showed little, from without: he remained handsome and dashing, and was admired for his strength as well as his beauty most everywhere he went. For who would not welcome the coming of a dragon who could rid clan lands of any problematic creature? 

But, over the years... the demon has made its unwilling presence known, his appearance changing to something near as monstrous, perhaps, as the beasts he hunts. 

It was this, in the end, that brought him to Windfall; a colony of outcasts clinging to the fringes of the world. 

He feels little joy, these days: the demon and the shade constantly war with his intellect within his mind. But that rare emotion found him when, exploring his new home, he was met with the old, familiar scent of the work of a very particular healer. 

Finding Bisera amongst the rogues and reprobates of Windfall brought a true grin to his features, though with the way the demon had added far too many teeth to his maw, few would see the joy in it. Not so Bisera, who had been by his side - healing his wounds - since the first days of his self-imposed curse. 

In truth, Hephaistion had travelled here when he learned of the Emperor encased in the permafrost far below the caverns where the pirates made their landward home not with the intention of purging the monster from this plane. No, he had hoped that perhaps this last battle would release him from his growing torment, knowing that he did not have the strength to best the monster. 

But with Bisera by his side, perhaps he could prevail... And maybe there would be something for him to live for once the deed was done. 

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So I just thought to myself “I will spend 5 gathering turns in Earth every day and then I will change to Earth Flight when I gather an unhatched egg.” 

Uhhh guess what showed up in my first gathering turn? 

Now I’m not sure if I wanna XD

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hey im trying to get back into fr, if you are a flight rising blog reblog this and ill follow you (follows will come from @1-800-give-me-teeth) :3

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Emperor Eviscerator

Remember this old man? I finally have lore for him.

Hephaistion flinched and grit his teeth as Bisera's deft fingers worked more of the burning, fowl-smelling ointment into his latest wound. He'd think she made them particularly onerous in a silent expression of her disapproval of his trade, if it weren't for the unmatched gentility of her hands against his broken flesh. The healer habitually wore a fixed expression of professional distaste as she worked. As she considers the freshly-dressed wound, she clicks her tongue in irritation, fixing her charge with a stern blue-eyed glare. "It's killing you." Hephaistion didn't manage to stop his eyes from rolling before she caught him in the act, and her own all but sparked as she narrowed them. "It's all very well if you hold your own life in such low regard, but you eat through my stores like nothing else. These remedies are not cheap nor easy to make." This last was said with a sharp, irritable jab in the direction of her herb racks. The wealth of a healer: jars of powders and dried herbs; ointments; boughs and bundles hanging from every spare bit of roof. He follows the movement of her hand, but says nothing for a long while. "I can treat myself." He finds he does not want to meet her eyes, and with his free hand busies himself, tightening a strap on his boot. This elicits a scoff from the healer, who rises and crosses the small room to the hearth, ladling freshly boiled tea from the black iron kettle. "Fie, you old fool. Pain in my hide though you surely are, I will not abandon you to such an ill fate yet." Hephaistion starts from his feigned disinterest when a mug of brew is shoved under his nose; to his surprise it smells fragrant and delicious. He looks up at her, eyebrow quirked. "Peppermint," she explains. "To keep you here for talk." Her lips are pursed, but he knows her well enough to see the smile hidden beneath her stern look. Grateful, he takes a long swallow from the mug, letting the seating hot drink slide down his throat and settle satisfyingly in his stomach before he speaks. "There are more with every waxing and waning of the moon, Bisera. And only one of me. I can not stop, not if I care to keep this place safe." She sighs and is silent, considering the steam rising from her own drink. "I know. The signs are everywhere, to those of us who know where to look. But the shade, the curse..." She trails off and sips her tea. "They are too much for even you." He has nothing to say to that; he wore wraps over his tail to hide the rot that creeped across his flesh, and he felt it even now: the squirming tendrils of shade that sought always to worm their way into his heart. Bisera had been the one to wrap his hand when the dark magic had seared the flesh away, exposed his white bone to the air. They both eyed his glove now. 

The silence in the room is heavier than the scent of peppermint rising from their cups. "And yet there is no other who could last half as long," Hephaistion reminded her, his deep voice soft in the quiet herb-filled cavern. He looks up at her, his eyes yet clear, and his own. "You know this." With a last drink of the tea, he rises, stubbornly refusing to let how his wounds pained him show on his face. "You have your herbs, and I have my own talents. With you by my side, I will fight the darkness until the work is done." There is a depth of emotion in her eyes as she watches him go, one that neither one of them dared give name to. He is better at hiding it, but he feels it no less than she. He resists the urge to touch her cheek before he leaves, instead giving her a nod and the shadow of a smile. "I look forward to my next wounding, Bisera, as always." "You could always come for tea." His teeth gleam whitely as he grins at her. "Perhaps." With that he leaves, and they both know what will bring him back.

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Woo! I’m back

Unexpected hiatus, but I have returned. Yoo

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have YOU ever wanted a haughty prince? well nows your chance. this unnamed boy is the last kid left from a hatch a few months ago, and he’s been taking up space ever since. he’s listed for 800 gems and comes with the above portrait. his transparent portrait is here.