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[duskthicketbonepicker]

Entry Sixty

Entry Sixty Their guests were awestruck at their little inlet, cautious about their surroundings. Something has happened to their clan, their Mirror seems very edgy.. Phantomile noted as she trailed behind the group, rapping her nails lightly along her opalescent pearl. Atlas gleams, his wings fluttering to keep him aloft - it reminded her of her Fae days. Nazgul, the dark nocturne, lowered herself into a crouching position, dragging her belly against the fine sand towards the gentle waves that lapped against the white sand. "Can...Can I touch it?"She asked, glancing up at Atlas for a moment. Cress chimed in, "You can touch it! It won't hurt you." He nodded, and with those words, she launched herself and dove quickly into the ocean, cracking the ocean's surface. She resurfaces and flicks her head, grinning widely as the water dripped from her spikes. There was a blur and then another splash - Labadal the Tundra had also leapt into the water, revealing himself to be a soaked dragon with fur clumping together. Cress chased after him and splashed wildly at him, “Labadal,” Valinor snort half mockingly and half in attempt at a joke, “you look like a fool.” She jeered. Cress's crests flicked as he heard her voice, accidentally flicking salt water at the female. His crests flattened instantly as he waved, "S-Sorry!" She shot him a glare, but threw it off coolly with a simple “Just don’t do it again." He resumed his rough-housing with Labadal, tackling each other in the water and making a big splash. Phantomile walked slowly along the coast, plucking some seashells she came across. Smooth ones, ridged ones, spiral ones. She notices the quiet Nocturne had gathered herself a fair collection, staring at them as if they spoke to her. The pearlcatcher chose not to distract her, rather returned her attention to watching Cress play in the water. She notices the female mirror had moved to the mirror hatchling, talking amongst themselves, both staring out at the Great Ocean. Atlas, not one for water, opted for sand. He dig a shallow hole and dove into it, rubbing his belly along the tough sand. It shifted under his weight and fell between scales, which he loved the feel of. The liquid movement of the sand rolled between his leathery wings, "This feels so good!" he exclaimed outwardly as he continued to do so. His outburst had caught the attention of Nirnaeth, who had slunk over and also rolled in the sand, mimicking him. "WOW," he breathes, "this DOES feel good!" Atlas grins at the younger nocturne and sits up, sand falling from him everywhere. He starts to dig a hole, building up the sides into a mound, starting to make a formation of sand. It didn't have much form, ending up looking something similar to a pile of dirt, but Atlas patted it down firmly, pleased with the texture. Nirnaeth tilts his head, watching Atlas. His eyes wide as he watched. He copies, digging sand and shooting it about. He shapes his own mound, forming smaller mounds around it. He finds that the sand deeper down is wetter and holds its form better, and so starts to use more of that. Suddenly he perks up and he shoots away, picking up shells and gull feathers to press into his sand formation. He uses his tail and wings to shape the piles, pulling them higher and merging them. He then looks at Atlas. "Does it look good?" he asks anxiously. "I.. haven't made things out of this stuff before." Atlas didn't move, more impressed with the youth's artistic abilities, glanced at his own pile of soft sand, and back at Nirnaeth's masterpiece sand castle. Gaping, he quickly nodded. "You've got a real knack for that!" The young dragon grins in response, pleased with his approval. Soon the day drew to a close, and they returned to the mound to exchange stories of their days, and a little about one another as they feasted.

The next few days however, Valkyrie noticed her guests growing quite restless, pacing around the rooms and frankly, looked cooped and bored. They had mentioned being travellers, perhaps they were not used to being stuck in a place for so long. As if on cue, Valinor approaches Valkyrie, asking if they could go hunt. "Of coarse, You can do what you wish. I trust you are all valiant fighters, but please...be wary of the Scorched Forest. We had an incident there...a while ago." her eyes glazed over, but she was stern about her warning. The mirror nodded and left, presumably to tell the others. It seems all three Nocturnes went out hunting, as Valinor,the young nocturne and the Mirror hatchling - who had grown exponentially since his stay- returned to the beach, salvaging washed up items - mementoes perhaps? Cress and Phantomile started to see each other a little less, both of them focusing on more permanent effects on the clan, such as her focusing on her Seering work, and preparing the room- and Cress working with Valkyrie and trying to figure out how a Leader works. "Valkyrie...You fit this role so well, why are you showing me these things now?" He asked, the silks rustling softly. She glanced at him and rolled her shoulders, the wolf pelt flexing against her muscles. "There may be a time, where I am not around. This clan is young, new, and...Well." She paused, "There may be a time - it may be soon it may be never, but .. we have to be prepared." She lowered her voice slightly, her father coming to mind for a moment. He frowned slightly, "You think I could replace you?" He asked softly, their eyes meeting. Her ice eyes were strong, stern and almost cold. "No, You could not replace me, but you may succeed me when i am gone." He sighed, feeling a little lost considering he had watched Valkyrie grow into such a fine warrior, a fine leader and how her heart broke when her father left. Now she was the leader, and teaching him - older by quite a few moons - how to be responsible. There was suddenly a rush of claws clacking against the stone in the Court, Valkyrie and Cress rushed to meet them. A bloody body amongst broken dragons. The smell and the sight made the clan pause, the feeling all too familiar. The mirrors' crests flared as the scent alerted him and quickly approached, assisting however he possibly could. "I'm sorry..."was all he could muster. The water aligned Nocturne - Maia - Had been struck down. Her life stripped from her. Valinor and Labadal proceeded to make a strange craft, thin and consisted of various items. "What..are you doing?" Cress asked quietly, slowly, wary that this question might be too much. They called it a Kite, as part of a ceremony for the deceased - a tradition amongst Windsingers kin. Clan Breezebreak watched intently, leaving them to their own devices, but studying. This was the normal thing to do, they knew nothing of traditions for Windsinger, let alone methods to handle such situations. "This...We could have done this for Forlock.." Atlas whispered, his voice wavering slightly. "We...we know know. Let us pray we never need to make Kites." Valkyrie hushed. When the kite was finished, they moved to the beach. None of Clan Breezebreak went with them, as a sign of respect, though they moved to the roof of the Mound and watched as they released the kite, high into the sky. There was soft, mournful dirge being sung at the base of the cliff. The next morning, Valinor and her dragons had left, leaving a small package and a note saying "You have truly been kind hosts..Thank You."

[duskthicketbonepicker]

Entry Fifty Seven

Entry Fifty Seven It had been a few days since Forlock's passing, and slowly regular routines started to resume. Vim had become quite focused on documenting the stock the clan had, organizing and filing all sorts of information. Valkyrie was glad she had found something she could delve her time into, while being useful to the clan. She and Vigor went out hunting more often, and this morning was about to go hunting again. There was a little squeak and the white Nocturne fluttered out, averting his gaze and folding his claws neatly across his chest, "Uh..C-can i come with you..?" He asked, looking up at the ridgeback. He grinned widely, the armour across his shouldered rattled with his spines, "Of coarse Atlas. Good to have you on board." The white dragon nodded meekly and climbed onto his back, Valkyrie joining them. "Are you ready to go Vig-" she paused, noticing Atlas on his back, she nodded and smiled slightly, "Vigor and Atlas. Let us go." She led the two more Eastern today, deciding to explore around further. The band of dragons walked along the grassy fields, the air brisk and cool. It seemed to be a vast empty field as far as they could see. "Should we hunt in the Jungle?" Vigor suggested, grunting slightly as Atlas climbed his spines up his long neck, perching on his head , using the additional height to see further. Valkryie nodded, "There doesn't seem to be anything out here." The nocturne squinted as something dotted on the horizon, gliding as a quick pace so it became more clear - a dark slithery figure, "Hey!" He called out, leaping from Vigor and approaching the figure. Vigor growled as the weight shifted, "Atlas dont run off, you idiot!" Atlas, brimming with curiosity flittered around the strange dragon. She had a flat nose and was covered in fine patterns of darker pigment. She looked equally as excited, quickly returning to the top of the hill. “VALINOR!” it says, breathless. “YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE THIS!” Atlas quickly follows the other dragon, to see a band of other dragons not far off! Three more strange dragons, a fluffy one and a mirror! Upon being seen, the Mirror crouched into an offensive position, the small dragon on her back clinging tightly. He raised his arms innocently. "Damn it Atlas!" Vigor hissed as he finally caught up to the Nocturne, Valkyrie walking calmly behind them. Her gaze was focused on the opposite dragon group. The fur on her wolf pelt rustled as the wind brushed past, the tension running high. “If even ONE of you,” I rasp, my voice becoming a sibilant hiss, “takesss one ssstep clossser to my family, you will regret it sssorely!” The female mirror hissed angrily, her frills taut and intimidating. Vigor shot the leader a bemused look and she took a step forward. She was scar ridden and her flesh was rippled like a fine river, her wings reflective like a clear sky. She stood tall, watching closely. Determining if friend or foe. As if on cue, the fluffy dragon bounded forward, a spokesman perhaps. Her own trio of dragons approached slowly, and he spoke. “Are you friends?” he bubbles, “My name is Labadal, and this is my mate on the ground here, and here is our family!” he beams, gesturing to each one. The nocturnes echoed quietly "Family...", The female mirror speaking up again, “That’sss rrright,” She barks, a growl creeping from her voice. “And if you touch my family, I will perrrsssonally tearr out yourrr gutssss.” The guardian nods. “We mean no harm,” she says, “only to retrieve that one.” She gestures toward the white Nocturne, who has crept out again and is investigating two of the other nocturnes. As if on cue, the Ridgeback calls back the now-pouting little dragon with a nip on his tail. "But Vigor! They look like me!" The Guardian is still speaking. “I am Valkyrie,” she says, flipping back the hood of her wolfskin. “This is Vigor, and he is Atlas. We… we will do no such thing.” She meets the others eyes in a mutual agreement of respect, accepting the mirrors role as leader of that particular group of dragons. The green ridgeback perks up, "Are you guys from around here? We moved here not long ago and you're the first dragon's we've seen in a while..." He paused, waiting. The mirror straightens herself, but her expression is still suspicious and untrusting. "I am Valinor," she states coldly. "This Tundra is my mate, Labadal. The dark one is Nazgul, the light one Maia, and the one on my back is Nirnaeth." The Tundra nods. "We're not from around here," he says. "We're from..." He seems confused. "Where are we from, Val?" Valinor shrugs, eyeing the Guardians. "We started on the Zephyr Steppes," she said, "north and west of here. But we're not from anywhere." her voice heavy with challenge. "Actually," says Labadal, brightening, "we haven't seen any dragons but ourselves lately!" He grins. "You're the first since..." "DON'T talk about it," warns Valinor sharply. The two dragons exchange worried and suspicious looks at the sudden snap. What were they hiding? "Well... Our clan lives at the borders of the Ashen Waste and the Tidelord's Domain, A cliffside. Its quite secure and..." Valkyrie trailed off, she had been thinking about it for some time, but wanted to possibly open their clan up for passer byers between Wind, Fire and Water, as a sort of temporary haven. They had not done anything about it, but that was an idea for their clan at the moment. Atlas flitted beside Vigor, his orb beside him flitting about erratically. He really wanted to play with those other Nocturnes, talk to them! "Why don't you stay with us, if you need a place!" He blurted out suddenly, looking over at Labadal innocently. Any chance to get to know them better! The sky mirror's expression darkens. "I'm afraid we can't..." She started, "Of course!" interrupts the coal-coloured Nocturne- named Nazgul. "We can stay with you!" She bounces in excitement, bright green eyes glittering. Labadal grins. "We ARE very tired," he says in an attempt to be serious. It was obvious he was keen for the idea. The second Nocturne, the Water-blessed one, echoes the first. "We could certainly stay with you," she says calmly. "The benefits are great." It seems as if the leader has been outvoted. She stammers for a moment, blinking at her clan. "We... we can't... We don't know these dragons!" The mirror and the light nocturne converse quietly, arguing over the situation, but it seems like they come to an arrangement. Maia nods. Nazgul darts forward towards Valkyrie and Vigor in excitement. "It's been SO LONG since we've seen anyone," she says sincerely. Atlas beams as he starts to idly chat to the others, as Valkryie lead them back towards The Mound. It wasn't a long walk, but soon their home was visible. The large knoll of soil and grass, dug into the cliffside which faced the Great Ocean, on the horizon to the west you can see smoke stacks which are the Ashen Waste. "There are lots of small rooms and windows which face the Ocean, so it smells a little salty and always has a breeze." Valkyrie muses to her guests, "And...on the top of the cliffside is grassy plains as far as you can see!" Atlas jumps in. "There is a roof up top for sunbaking and take offs and it is good for watching or keeping sentinel!" He beams, a pained expression flashes across his face for a moment. Valkyrie leads them into the main hall of the Mound, a large open circular room, Vim busy documenting and Cress watching as the others entered. "Welcome to The Court!" She nods proudly. She allows the dragons to roam freely, access to their small food supplies allowed. "I will show you to your rooms, feel free to do what you wish." She spoke formally, leading her to a smaller room that faced the sea. It was circular like the other rooms and had a slitted window which allowed light and fresh sea breeze to fill and cool the room. Leaving Valinor and the others to their own devices, she returns to speak to Vigor. "I am sure these dragons will be fine, but please keep an eye on them. Valkyrie returns to her room. Atlas happily introduces everyone to everyone else. "This is Cress! He was going to be our leader but then Valkyrie took his place. He's now..." he paused looking at the maize mirror, who had a bit of a miffed expression now. "I'm teaching now." Atlas nodded, "And his partner is Phantomile! She's our seer you know? I love her very much, oh and she's my mum!" "This is Vim...She's mean but she's got a good memory. What are you doing Vim?" "Calculating how much food we have to last us - You need to stop eating double lunches." She frowned slightly. "Oh! Hahahaa we'll just move on shall we?" "VIGOR! Vigor vigor wait. This is Vigor as you know, and he's actually younger than me! But he's grown big and strong and is a fine warrior - and chef! Did you know that?" He babbled, the ridgeback chuckling. "Well yes, finest food for my favourite clan!" He jeered. "Who's next...Well you met Valkyrie. I guess thats it! Our small clan - Clan Breezebreak!"