#korst

[dinnernew]

Parmezaanse Kip Met Korst Parmezaanse kip met wondkorst - Wij usances dunne dunne kipfilets, geslagen ter ene heerlijke Parmezaanse verachtelijk plusteken vervolgens gebakken wegens zij knapperig te maken. Voeg dit kipidee toe aan jouw maaltijd dit week.

[tyreguard]

Yes daar is ie dan #Brownie van @bakkenenzoapeldoorn #vol #vet #chocolade #krokante #korst ❤️ bij mijn eigen #doppio #bialettibrikka #moka #mokapot #maurocaffè ben een blij mens @famkemesch 🙏🏻 nog een klein stukje over voor morgen, fijne avond #poelzichtspam (bij Camping Poelzicht)

[gamagrass-valley]

༻the beginning of the end༺

Read the previous installments here and here before reading any of the finale!

@fr-lutielle @khoshekh-rising @crazyfangarlady @alma-ren @lukrasclan@shadowdrac-rising @meridok-fr @clanwillowbrook-fr @charlieplaysflightrising

Madoc burst into the tunnels, his wing stump flapping uselessly as he skidded past Sacred and Madhu. “Korst? Korst!”

From where she stood in the tunnel with Aslesa, Korst’s head snapped up and she bounded forwards, teeth bared. Tybal sensed the note of panic in Madoc’s voice and abandoned Astrophe, who followed him curiously.

“What is it?” asked Korst. 

“Shade,” Madoc panted. “Coming down from the mountains. Royeaux saw them, she’s working with the valley spirits to hold them back.” He took a deep breath, composing himself, and added, “They looked like great black dragons with sunken eyes and smokey manes, and even the last rays of sunlight were no opposition to them.”

Korst’s eyes widened. “Summon the clan, tell them to meet just outside the caves,” she growled at Radiance, who nodded and flitted away, leaving a trail of golden sparks in her wake. Turning to Madoc, she added, “You did well to find me immediately.”

Jorell and Bronwyn spread their wings, and roots and thorns surged up in a great wall in front of the creeping, glistening forms of the Shade dragons. Above them, Royeaux twisted through the sky, and bones broke out of the ground below her, fashioning themselves into long-fanged creatures woven with nightshade and dripping with mud and algae.

The bone creatures surged forwards, leaping over the wall and attacking the first of the Shade dragons, which screamed in a voice like broken glass and crumpled under their venomous claws and snapping jaws. Jorell whooped as he swooped along the wall, and Royeaux smiled shyly.

But still, the rest of the Shade crept forwards, and darkness spread across the ground like oil.

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Her worn teeth and cracked scales speak of survival, Her flanks and stomach torn by old, old scars. Her horns, her teeth, her talons, Carved and inlaid with swirls of shining gold.    She is tempered iron, gleaming in the sunlight,   She is the beauty of a well-wrought sword,   She is the beauty of destruction, of bloody war,   And she walks across the battlefield with sure feet.

Korst

[gamagrass-valley]

“Two eggs this time,” said Korst. She picked up the smaller egg and turned it in her talons. “Ridgeback or Guardian?”

Aravir shook his head. “This was a bad idea.” He backed away from the nest and tucked his talons underneath the bulk of his body, looking anywhere but the moss-lined cavity.

“It wasn’t your fault,” said Korst mournfully as she set the egg down, leaning against its larger sibling. “And she’s happy now, I wrote to the clan where she lives and their healers say she should be able to live a long life.”

“I shouldn’t have touched the egg at all,” growled Aravir, and Korst sighed. 

“Why don’t you get some scrolls and read something to them, then? You can do that without touching them, and it is good for the hatchlings to know their father’s voice.”

Reluctantly, Aravir nodded, and Korst smiled. Her gold-plated horns glittered in the candlelight as she curled herself protectively around the nest.

[gamagrass-valley]

༻ showdown, pt. 1 ༺

@khoshekh-rising @stardustwanderers @fr-lutielle @alma-ren @shadowdrac-rising

Aravir looms large and pale in the darkness, every inch of his skin plated with spikes of bone. Moss winds between the plates, holding the edges together, and a row of small mushrooms has begun to sprout in the spines running down his back. Beside him stands Korst, every talon and fang sharpened and glittering with golden filigree, and her eyes burn dark and angry in the torchlight dancing over her face.

“We’ll need a healer,” says Aslesa to her mate, and Zephyr nods. His eyes are wide and awed as he gazes at his beautiful mate, feathers glowing with an inner light and an unsheathed sword twirling in one paw. Radiance whirls overhead, the burning light pouring from her mouth and eyes and every gap between her scales briefly lighting the scene.

The sun has slipped below the horizon, and Korst raises her head to the mountains looming over the eastern side of the valley. “Ready?” she asks, and a chorus of Ready rings from the mouths of the waiting dragons. Auster and Tybal stand glittering with armor, their long snouts split by fanged and eager smiles, and they are the first to leap into the air, winging swiftly towards the mountains.

Tybal’s mate waits on the ground, her butterfly wings fanning anxiously as the warriors take flight. She watches until the distant figures have faded into the dusk, and she sighs. Treacle, smelling of molten sugar slips under her wing and rests both of his fluffy pink forepaws on one of Ixa’s. “They’ll be back with the sunrise,” he says confidently, but Ixazaluoh has become skilled at reading the faces and the posture of other dragons, and she sees the worry in the flick of the tundra’s tail and the curve of his mouth.

So intent is she on Treacle that she does not notice the pool of flickering lanternlight and the flutter of lotus-scented wings that herald Sekai’s arrival, and neither does she notice as the nocturne sweeps past her, following the warriors towards the caves.

Current Status:

Team Paladin

Korst

Aslesa

Radiance

Zephyr (healer, not engaging)

Tybal

Auster

Aravir (defense, not engaging- yet)

The Shade

Nacadi

Observers

Ixazaluoh (Valley)

Madhu (Valley)

Treacle (Valley)

Sacred (Location Unknown)

Sekai (Mountains)

[gamagrass-valley]

Guess who got her gorgeous new accent from @fr-cobaltcupcakes!! It’s Korst! And now she looks like she’s actually meant to, which is amazing~

I also touched up her bio a little and redid some of the coding to match her new look. Anyway, she and Aravir are having a kid tomorrow, and if anyone wants to be on the pinglist I can add you!

[gamagrass-valley]

“One egg,” said Korst, stroking the outside of the single egg in the nest. Already, the egg was developing a knobbly, pale shell as it absorbed the magic running through the land beneath it, but Korst still took care to keep her long claws away from the pliable eggshell.

She glanced at her mate, and saw that his eyes were wide and awed. “One egg,” he agreed. “An egg.” With shaking talons, Aravir reached out for the egg and then snatched his hands away.

“You can touch it,” said Korst gently, but Aravir shook his head. 

“Too much necrotic magic on my claws,” he said softly. “I’d better wait until the shell finishes forming.”

All through that night, Aravir sat at the side of the nest with a sad smile on his face, guarding his child from aught that might come creeping in the darkness. And all through the night, he wondered at the miracle of life.

(AN: Yes, the hatchling will be for sale. Let’s just hope it doesn’t have one of the two ugly-ass terts in Korst and Aravir’s range~)