#fr shade

[firebirds-roost]

Worldbuilding Wednesdayyyy

Tell me about the Shade!! I want to know how people incorporate the Shade/Shade-touched entities into their lore! I've always been so curious because it's such a major part of the site but we know so little about it canonically.

Hand over your interpretations 🔫 and/or your Shade-involved characters so I can look at them

[pumpkin-bread]

Nothing will ever top aberrations for when you just want a Weird Little Guy(s)TM

I feel like I never introduced Rythika on this blog properly so yea. Here she is. Say hi if you want.

[clan-univorn]

Like how neopets have diseases your pet can catch and be cured of, what if fr had smth like that but for shade?

A new (maybe ice jail) venue opens or a rare encounter in the current venues have enemies inflicted with the shade (so any fam can have it but it’s rare and rng)

They are incredibly strong, so if bosses have the shade, ur in for a REAL treat. But they attack indiscriminately, so if they have fellow mobs next to them, they are in the cross fire too

Once you beat the mob, they return to normal, and you have a higher chance to get rare items like genes, eggs, or the fam

Your dragon/s have a chance to contract the shade from them tho if you are beaten. Once your dragon has the shade, their eyes turn void black. Maybe they can get points or some other body cosmetic too idk. The eyes are the main thing tho

You can get it cured by going to a new healer npc maybe or brew an item

Pros:

your dragon looks wicked

Doesn’t affect other dragons outside of coli. So can’t be spread. In game reason is they’re being quarantined, but it can be anything you want for personal lore

To cure, it would be free (npc or simple remedy)

Makes the pinkerlocke challenge a bit more interesting w this curve ball maybe

Cons:

If you bring them to coli, they must have two other unafficted dragons with them so they don’t “run away” (they are never in danger of running or disappearing from your lair, this is just so you don’t have an op dragon alone in coli)

They attack indiscriminately in coli and pack a punch

You can’t sell, trade, breed, exalt, or do anything like that w an afflicted dragon

If they are your only dragon in the clan, you can’t gather (since it’s the dragons who gather for you)

I know w coli, you can have two healer dragons and the loose cannon, that’s how you could maybe get around the con of being attacked. But the shade either always crits or has a higher chance to crit on dragons

Just a thought, so if you have any ideas to add or critique, lemme know! I’d love to talk abt it since I feel the shade can be expanded w more in the site

[dreamrealmreality]

So not art like usual but I found this interesting and had to post because this is always nice to see on your Flight Rising Dragon’s wanted thread late at night.

For context this is a scry of a dragon I’m trying to get on Flight Rising and up until I went to check the thread (and did refresh the page a few times to see if it would go away) had Plague eyes. 

My scry of a FNAF character has become possessed (and it’s kind of fitting honestly. I almost want to make a creepypasta about it)

[wardingwatson-fr]

Mallory believes in you just as he believes in his shade! Wow, he has a lot of faith!

Anyways, Mallory is @viperfishy-fr and I’m really happy with him!

[pumpkin-bread]

He awoke to a world of feverish confusion.

Terror choked his veins, but there was no clear reason why. All was calm, his clanmates sleeping peacefully nearby. He could see faint light from the cave’s entrance. Morning was coming.

He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, and then he understood.

He was in horrible, horrible pain.

Hope tried to stand, but couldn’t bear to move his stomach at all: it felt like it was about to burst. He was going to be sick. He prayed he was going to be sick.

The guardian dragged himself outside, doubled over in absolute agony.

He hardly made it out of the cave’s mouth before he had to stop. He couldn’t breathe. He inhaled in strangled gasps, but he wasn’t getting any air. He couldn’t speak—he couldn’t call for help.

He was at once white hot and freezing. He began to convulse. It felt as if something within him was writhing, attempting to fight its way out.

It filled his stomach. It reached his throat.

He retched, and everything within tore its way out to splatter onto the barren ground.

Hope collapsed; too exhausted to care he’d fallen directly into his own sick. He took his first proper breath – ragged though it was – in ages. His misted, weary eyes shut as he just lay there, slowly recovering.

And then

He felt something move.

The guardian bolted upright at the horrific realization something had slithered against his face. His movement was enough to obscure his vision with spots and have him reeling. He swayed on the spot, fighting vertigo until he was able to see once more.

Solid blackness covered the ground before him. And it was moving.

It began to split, arms, legs, and mouths sprouting from where it had pulled apart.

Raw, visceral fear took hold of him, and he turned to flee – but the motion was too much. 

It was light when he awoke, his jaw throbbing from where it had hit the stone when he fell.

When memories of what he’d last seen came back, he looked about in a panic, but there was nothing. No hint of the horrendous entity. Not even a speck of black on the ground.

He rushed to the cave to check on his clanmates, but none were worse for wear; they all were still sleeping peacefully.

It was all a dream, he wanted to convince himself. None of it had been real, surely.

But he was a doctor, a logical man. Surely he wouldn’t have remembered a fever dream so clearly? Nor such visceral pain.

Even if that had been possible, one particular fact would keep him from letting himself slip into blissful ignorance.

He was feeling better.

(The “birth” of the shade parasites.)

[pumpkin-bread]

Helena had to focus, doing her best to keep her eyes on the twisting, viscous darkness that was now at her fingertips. Something about it gnawed deep within her mind in unsettling ways; spoke in words she could never quite make out. It was ominous, sickening, and somehow absolutely inviting.

The guardian before her collapsed. It was impossible to see through the miasma, but she heard it, and heard him retching soon after.

The thick smoke surged toward her in her moment of distraction, and the skydancer shut all else out, forcing it back on itself until it began to condense.

This is as much my element as Nature, she reminded herself, and dull green magic emanated from her fingertips, encapsulating the orb of black that had begun to scream within her head.

She could see the world around her again, see Aira panicking as she tried to help her father up, see Hope himself struggling as he vomited thick blackness on the ground.

She was unnerved -frightened for him, really. He had been so ill for so long. But she still needed his help.

“Your magic, Hope,” Helena said sharply, “use it now.”

He rasped out something in response, but amidst the Shade’s protests she couldn’t make out a word of it.

“I said now!” she snarled, and at once she felt a rush of ice cold water, smelled the sea in the air, and then felt the brilliant warmth of the Sunbeam Ruins that had been absent since they’d started.

The ball of shade began to break up and disintegrate as their magic wore into it. Pieces drifted into the air in miniscule wisps before vanishing.

And then Hope collapsed once more, choking out more black sludge, and their spell failed.

The remnants of the orb splatted to the ground in a thick lump that still steamed into the air.

Helena dropped to her knees, shaking with exhaustion and fear at the sight of it. It took her a moment to realize the fog in her mind had faded, and all she could hear was Aira trying to comfort her father as he continued to retch.

Helena looked back to the mass before her and raised a brow. Something glimmered beneath the muck.

The last thing she wanted to do was touch it, but she was far too drained to use her magic to help anymore.

She gingerly began to wipe at the brilliant object, only to recoil in horror as it jerked away from her hand. She scurried backward, still on her knees.

She realized just what she was looking at.

She looked back at Hope who was only then recovering, gasping for air as he sat hunched over.

He’d assured her he’d do anything to be free of the shade; that he would rather die than be consumed by it, that he was willing to try anything.

But, she was certain he would not have considered this being a possibility.

She hadn’t either.

[arigato9000fr-blog]

ANYONE HAVE SHADE- TOUCHED DRAGONS FOR SALE?

keep in mind i don't have a lot of money but i can draw and make more! Message me, please!

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