#fletching clan

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I really want to work on my lore and characterization so please ask me questions about my dragons! <3 

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Sif is feeling better <3

Coincidentally one of the hatchlings from her first nest with Manann survived and she CUTE

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Starting to doodle around with gijinkas of my dragons...

kicking it off with @frxemriss‘ husband Leannan :3c

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The End of the World

Part 1 of 4 (part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4)

Chronicling The Traitor’s entrance to the Fletching Clan.

Cool starlight trickled through the bamboo shoots as the slender skydancer wove his way between them. His pelt matched him to the dark hues of the sky, so it had been in darkness, for the last few months, that he had traveled. Now he came to what seemed the end of the world. The dragon himself refused to concede that his quest might be over; if need be, he would launch himself from the furthest mountain of Dragonhome and fly until he found somewhere new.

But that was not to be. Perfection, he thought, as he sat to admire what he would make sure was his new home. In the bright night, the massive fae-built castle shone like a beacon on the cliff. Bridges of fir wood and thick rope--but more magic than anything else--connected floating contraptions. Some of these were also filigreed towers made of fae sap, but some were marble and opal, floating as lightly as clouds. Tsoriken curled his whippy tail around his feet and simply surveyed it for a moment, drinking in the sweet scent of the Cloudsong at night.

He had seen many beautiful clans before this one, some more decadent, some larger, but there was one thing in particular that struck him about this one; there was no night guard. The whole place was almost eerily silent and dark, yet it was obviously not abandoned.

He decided to wait until morning to approach the place, and curled up in the bamboo grove, chewing on a shoot of the stuff to stifle his hunger before he let himself sleep.

Waking just before the sun crested the cliffs, Tsoriken stretched himself out, preened his feathers, and padded up to the main structure of the castle. He raised a claw and tapped on the archway before entering, looking around. The more he examined the place, the more he liked it. The clan was apparently wealthy, with incense lanterns strung from the ceiling with silks, colored candles placed in alcoves, and high vaulted ceilings and filigreed pillars marking the hallways to either side of the grand entrance. The skydancer had never seen fae sap fashioned in such a manner.

Presently another skydancer approached him. He smiled benignly, making note of the gaudy skin she wore. Hiding something, he thought. 

Tsoriken bowed his head with a flirtatious little flourish of his tail and introduced himself.

“I’m Tsoriken. I’ve come from the Viridian Labyrinth to explore Wind territory and stumbled across this beautiful contraption. Do you house visitors?”

The skydancer’s gentle green eyes swept him up and down and she shook her head. “This place has been quiet for many years, but I might persuade the patriarch to allow fresh blood,” she said. “For my part, you are welcome here. I’m called Sigan.”

“Sigan,” Tsoriken purred. “Who is the patriarch?”

She glanced over her wings. “His name is Tarach. I’ll… take you to see him.”

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Gonna work on a clan map soon. My clan is super old and made almost entirely of fae sap towers built on the Cloudsong to make a giant castle with dozens of secret tunnels and spires overlooking Sornieth. There is a section on the ground though, and two of my dragons (Pwyll and Arawn) are keepers of the bridge that leads from one section to the other.