A most unusual of storms (flowerblood clan lore)
i had more motivation and decided to write something about how Typoon came into existence lol anyways, enjoy! everything is under the read-more as usual lol
Unusual day, it was for the entirity of the FlowerBlood clan. They had never have such a storm before. The sounds of the wind tearing apart rocks and plants, crashing them against eachother outside were livid. Everyone were cuddled up in the large den, the only den on the entire island, some quivering in fear. What if something were to happen? Even if the fighters did have time to react, the lost would probably be tremendous. As the debris of the flowers, pebbles and ocassionally sticks gets tossed inside, possibly hitting some unfortunate dragons that loafed too close to the entrance, a sudden, deafening crack of thunder struck outside. The wind seemed to shift, consentrating towards where the thunder hit. A strange surge of magic formed.. and flashed suddenly. The storm ended aruptly then, as gossips began to broke out.. Oleander peeked outside, wincing as she stepped on a small piece of debris. ow.. And everything was a mess. She carefully walked outside after making sure there’s no other danger, glancing around.. catching her eye on an odd sight. An egg. A wind egg. Shaped like one, at least, with little streak of magic running down its dull, grey surface. And it was cracking. The small cat-wildclaw was stunned. What is she supposed to do? She has never encountered situations like these before. Is it even dragon? The egg split in two before she could realize, revealing a hatchling. A dragons hatchling. Skydancer-like in appearance. She squinted at it, not even sure of what it is. Its gem were odd looking, as it resembles.. Something familiar that she couldn’t quite catch yet. The hatchling emits a surge of energy.. Just like the previous storm. And things were circling around it. Oleander came closer, attempting to pick it up. She felt no wind from it when she held it close.. Odd.. Just like a storm. Something similar to a tornado, to be exact. She carried the hatchling back inside the den, giving it a nest of its own as everyone surrounded her. “How odd,” Siniska spoke, eyeing the sleeping hatchling closely. “It seems she was born from the storm.. A spirit of the storm. What shall we name her?” “Typoon. She has the strength of one.. She’ll be powerful in the future.” Oleander spoke. “Very good choice.. Typoon’ll be one of us from now on..” Siniska agreed, still eyeing the bright hatchling as she opened her eyes.. Eyes that resembles the eye of a typhoon.