Clan Brightclaw

BlackBat09, 52623 ALL THE CLAWTIPS DAMMIT

[poisonedpaperfr]

Tiny tidbits of lore! Do these match your dragons at all? 

Arcane: [item=Pink Chalcedony]

Earth [item=Banded Sardonyx]

Fire [item=Jasper]

Ice  [item=blue quartz]

Light  [item=Sacridite]

Lightning [item=Prehnite]

Nature [item=Amber-trapped Mosquito]

Plague [item=Eye Agate]

Shadow [item=amethyst geode]

Water [item=Raw Lapis Lazuli]

Wind  [item=Jade]

beastclans [item=banded ironstone]

[flightraysing]

Lore Writers

Sum up your lore in one sentence.

[blackbat09-fr]

Queen delivers irradiated clan from Arcane lands to Nature, introduces them to gayness, polyamory.

[yellingdragon-fr]

I’ve got a question for lore builders out there: how do you treat breed changing? Does your dragon just reads a magical scroll and POOF! it’s a new breed? Does your dragon need to go through a specific ritual to change breeds? Does your dragon mutate into a new breed with the help of a mad wizard/scientist friend? Does your dragon ‘die’ and gets resurrected as a new breed?

I’d like to know how you treat breed changing in your clan’s lore

[blackbat09-fr]

I mmmostly don’t acknowledge breed changes in my lore (I probably should, huh?), but breed and gene changes fall under the realm of clan resurrectionist (and fandragon) Karou. Using teeth (usually the clanmate’s, also teeth from certain Beasts or familiars to add physical or magical traits), feathers, gems, and precious metals, Karou grows a new body and then (humanely) kills her clanmate, gleaning their soul using incense smoke and transferring it to the new vessel.

[blackbat09-fr]

things i want to put into my clan lore: beastclan shifting

things i will probably never get around to properly incorporating: beastclan shifting

[loveroflostsouls-deactivated202]

I want a hug from the happy blankets

[bonepriests]

i trust them

[blackbat09-fr]

so somehow i got a deepmine aardvark crate and a bloodscale shoulder guard one coli round after the other

how

and why am i not getting more strange chests dangit

[blackbat09-fr]

why. why must you be so ugly.

[bluerosetail]

Who says she’s ugly?

[blackbat09-fr]

The person who can't afford another expensive gene project when she has breeding pairs and fandragons to finish xD

[blackbat09-fr]

why. why must you be so ugly.

[rotclaw]

something odd seems to be happening

[yellingdragon-fr]

*garbled singing* BE OUUUUR GUEST!!!

[blackbat09-fr]

no. more. eggs. i need a noc scroll for Bats dammit!

[pyralsmaug]

This is the Blessed Coli Drop, reblog for good luck and many Strange Chests this Night of the Nocturne

[pocketss]

bitch lizard tries to scare away the neighbours

[sharkbuttfr]

I love these harpies.

[blackbat09-fr]

for the moodbard a dragon thread

[blackbat09-fr]

[maned-cerdae]

Nature

The first time it happens, you lost something small. The tip of your tail. Three of your fingers. They smile. “Oh, that’s an easy fix,” they say. When they heal you, it’s almost exactly like it was before. Sure, it feels a little stiff and you’re pretty sure it’s more like wood than flesh, but otherwise it’s fine. “See, life will always prevail” they say, and you automatically agree, more focused on the healed part than what they are saying.

The next time, it’s something bigger. An entire limb. You panic, but when they come, they smile. “Oh, that’s an easy fix,” they say. When they heal you, it’s almost exactly like it was before. Sure, you’re almost certain it’s more like wood than flesh, but otherwise it’s fine. “See, life will always prevail” they say, and you hesitantly agree.

You lose an entire wing. Blood is pouring out the wound and you’re sobbing, thinking you’re gonna bleed to death. When they come, they smile. “Oh, that’s an easy fix,” they say. When they heal you, it’s… not exactly the same. It looks like a wing. It feels like a wing. But it’s not a wing. Under the right conditions you can sort of glide, but you know your days of flying are over. It creaks when you move it, like an old worn chair. It’s more like wood than flesh. “See, life will always prevail” they say, and you say nothing. Their smiles get sharper, their eyes get harder. “See, life will always prevail” they hiss, and you stammer out yes.

It happens more and more. You lose something. They come. It’s always easy, it’s always more like wood than flesh, life will always prevail. It continues like that until-

Until the sword goes deep. It cuts straight through your stomach and you can see your organs, threatening to spill. Your life is flashing before your eyes. When they come, they smile. You’re not even surprised to see them anymore. “Oh, that’s an easy fix,” they say. The wood that covers your stomach and holds everything in makes it hard to bend over. You’re not quite as flexible as you once were. “See, life will always prevail” they say, and you agree numbly.

That spring, you throw up flower petals.

Years go past. The parts of you that are wood outnumber flesh. You don’t even care. In spring flowers grows all over your body. You don’t even try to stop it when they spill out your mouth anymore. Sap runs through your veins. You spit sweet smelling poison. It coats your teeth and floods your throat. You don’t even choke. Besides, it’s a lot easier going down than flowers are coming up.

When your skull is crushed in and not only do they heal you, you can still see, any part of you that once cared has long died.

You’ve lived longer than any dragon is supposed to. You haven’t left the Viridian Labyrinth in… gods, how many years has it been? You think you lost track about 300 years ago. Or maybe was it 400? You don’t care. It doesn’t matter anymore. You blend into the landscape because you are the landscape.

Long long ago, you asked them to show you some healing magic. They happily agreed.

You find a young dragon. They lost something small. The tip of their tail. Three of their fingers. You come to them. You smile. “Oh, that’s an easy fix,” you say. When you heal them, it’s almost exactly like it was before. Sure, you know they’ll think it’s a little stiff and you know they’ll be pretty sure it’s more wood than flesh, but you also know that otherwise they’ll think it’s fine.

“See, life will always prevail” you say, and they automatically agree, more focused on the healed part than what you are saying.

[tidelord-fr]

Hey, this post is what has always kept me in Nature Flight

[toad-fr]

I had a dream that they introduced a new flight and its leader was a tundra named Susan. Her eyes were all black and her colors were a dark purple and green. She was the grim reaper of the dragon world and was not fully a dragon— more like a creature trying to stay in a dragon shape. People were guessing designs for her but she turned out much less horrific than people imagined. She looked most like a tundra but had chicken legs for her back feet.

The flight didn’t have a name but they were a resistance group. They believed the gods were wrong and wanted to overthrow them. They were based all throughout sornieth.

[pocketss]

i wanna join Susan’s flight does anybody have her number???

[hungrytundras]

1-800-CHOOSIN-SUSAN