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Accent: Blightmage Mate: Ouija 'the Summoner' Theme: It's Terror Time Again - Cover by NateWantsToBattle

Grimm Theme: Don't Fear The Reaper by The Spiritual Machines Of shadows and souls, there was one who fell in love when he shouldn't. She who had a soul, and he who had none a perfect pair within the other's eyes. Eventually, when the reaping shall come and the bells chime there shall be no more time for the pair. In an attempt to keep the one he loved the most alive, he turned her into a being. One of scales and fire, big or small, Fae or Imperial, Basic or Gembond. He doesn't know, for all he cares is that she is alive. and he shall be dead for breaking a rule. Lore by Kerkero

This Dust/Lavender/Mist Veilspun with Ice eyes is my boy now. I plan to give him a PC breed change, a Scroll, Basic/Blend/Runes, and dressing her as seen. She will be a beautiful queen! 💜 See the outfit here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/1588032

Dragon Colors: Moon/Cottoncandy/Blush

This is Robyn! She steals food from the rich and gives to the poor(and starving) dragons. Her theme is Born Bold by Valley of Wolves You can see Robyn here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/37619750 And here is the link to the dressing room if anyone wants to use it: https://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/1553547

Written by EssayOfThoughts

Evie the Faerie Queen The moonlight was silver on the enchanted lake and as the clouds turned to whispers and dispersed from the sky, purity on high poured into the water so that it looked as if it were made of light instead of water; a perfect sheet of glass reflecting the moon back at herself. For one brief moment silence reigned over the lake and then, in the distance, the music began; quickly approaching the sacred pool where the annual meeting took place and in no time at all it appeared as if the sky itself was split in twain and the stars above poured from it like diamonds out of a black velvet satchel. Upon further inspection, however, it was clear that they weren’t stars, but hundreds and hundreds of tiny fairies and as they arced in a daring cascade over the water they begin to glow like a rainbow; a blur of color blotting out the moon as they swirl and dance over the pool. Tiny slipper-clad feet skid across the glass facade, agitating it so that ripples formed across the surface and soon every inch of the pool was hidden by glittering wings. Their laughter was akin to music and in the distance it was met by a high-pitched coo which caused every fairy on the lake to let out a matching note in the air as they called to their leader, their guardian; their queen. Thousands of tiny jewel eyes stare moonward, waiting patiently and soon enough her silhouette appears; slim and graceful as she twists once in the light of the moon and dives toward the rainbow lake of fairies below her. She calls to them and they part which allows her to dive into the water with nary a splash, only to reappear further across the lake, scattering her fairies with a throaty laugh to which they giggled in response. She swims for a while, greeting her devotees with a brush of her long, agile tail or a nuzzle with her horned muzzle and before long she crawls from the lake to shake water droplets from her which refract the light and appear as dozens of diamonds before they disappear into the dark blades of grass under her claws. The fairies get to work placing silk over her wings and jewels on her head and tail and soon enough her elegant spots are obscured by clothing crafted with such regal care that even they sigh as if staring at a dream. The dragoness that wore them was their savior and she had become so through war and struggle. Until Queen Evelami had come to them there had been oppression and death and then she had destroyed the evil queen and taken her place and since then they had lived in joy and peace. This annual meeting was a festival to celebrate their freedom and beauty and joy and every fairy in the land flocked to the sacred lake to meet with Queen Evelami and bask in her kindness and love. No words need be spoken between them as they all know why they arrived there and as the moon arcs higher and higher into the sky their queen’s voice takes up the first of many songs and soon enough every fairy join her in harmony and they can be heard from miles around; singing to remember and to move on and to look to the future. This would be the norm until the sun rises and they return to their homes for another year and there would be no sign of any of them save for a fine layer of fairy dust coating the surface of the enchanted lake. Story written by Tawnacuil

Red, Black & Gold Find it here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/1432813

Find it here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/1429757

Mate: Gwilym Art piece by Skanhell

Gwilym stirs when Samar rises. They've spent too long wary of everything to be completely at ease, even with each other, but her voice soothes him back to sleep so quickly he's almost surprised to find their bed cold when he wakes in the morning. That there is no sign of her in their home is a separate worry. He's not unused to waking alone. They've taken separate jobs before, taken separate watches when on the move, they do not need to sleep and wake nearby to be happy. But they do like to know where they each are. There's ashes in the grate - not wood or coal or bone, but paper. Whatever job his wife is on, she's not likely to be back soon, then and he sighs, trying not to let out any anger at the king. Can't have that when Samar is so trusted. He won't put her at risk for his own anger. Food, he thinks, strapping on his armour. The cast iron and insect carapace are as solid as ever, though one of the ties is becoming loose. He'll have to get more cording to tie it back to where it needs to be sooner rather than later. His knives are by his bedside - Samar had sharpened both their knives the night before, and he'd polished them. Beside those... he lifts the skull in his claws, peers into empty eye sockets. She left, whispers the entity inside it. She had a paper. She burned the paper. About what he'd expected, then, and he gently scratches a claw over the bone dome of it before tying it to place. For all people might call him Soul Stealer, this thing - this skull-spirit entity - that and that alone is the closest they might come to a soul he has stolen. It's an easy matter to prepare breakfast. Samar's job means they're never short of foodstuffs at the very least, and he makes a plate for her and sets it aside. When she gets back, he has no doubt she'll tell him where she's been. When she gets back, he has no doubt she'll tell him where she's been. Mate: Samar Lore by EssayofThoughts

Find Nemesia here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/54776108 Lore by EssayOfThoughts The woods are deep and dark and wild - they always have been. Nemesia has never feared them, though. For all she knows the wisdom of wariness she doesn't fear the world she lives in. It is her home and she cannot fear that which her mother is of and tends. (Does it matter the shrieks that sound in the deep darks of this forest? Perhaps. Are some her own? Perhaps.) Small creatures coil around her without fear. Larger creatures know not to incite conflict. Once, that was her own nature, the magic she inherited rather than the magic she has become - but the large beasts still mind her and the small creatures coil around her all the same, serpents and birds and amphibians all alike. They are light weights to her bulk, they thrive against her magic and they are... There is a greater peace to be found in the wilds of the nature she is now a part of than in the unpredictable nature of the dragons she once knew.

Name/Nickname:  Nemesia/Nemi • Part Nymph/Part Dragon • Guardian of the Shrieking Wilds • Chooses to only eat plant life, and what she eats she replants with seeds in her satchel • Prefers the company of wildlife to other dragons that are not family, and she picks up animals that are lost or hurt as she travels the Wilds • Lore by kerkero pending Notes(and companion names): • Marsh Frog - Phillip • Red-Tailed Boa - Blair • Desert Frog - Georgios • Chattering Parrot - Matilda • Dappled Dunhoof - Shula • Theme: Breath of the Forest by Adrian von Ziegler

Ere 'the shadow demon that stalks in the moonlight' Find, like and read about her here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/55785141

Mikaela & Ieni Theme: Undying Love by Thomas Bergersen Ah, he could recall those days with his lover; her hair dark as the night sky, and her eyes as pale as the stars that surrounded the planet. She had been an astronomer, once upon a time, cooped up within the laboratory, gazing through the sky, even on the coldest of nights; where she’d often fall into coughing fits, betrothed to her by the dry winter air and the secludedness of her laboratory. He had once admired her, before her unwelcomed demise. How she had died in his arms, the place of her study, her work, her honor burning down, as the coldness of the snow had leached into her body. His mind too scared and indecisive on what to do, not even considering how the cold affected mortals like her. She would be happy, knowing he hadn’t done anything rash against himself and those who had been involved with the incident. As she now had laid against the very stars she had studied and worked upon. Her obsidian hair covering the night sky, and her pale eyes becoming many; so as to always admire her loved ones as they had to her. Lore by kerkero

Outfit here: https://www1.flightrising.com/dressing/outfit/1232517