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fellas is it gay to yearn for the man you're sworn to protect?

laellar rivers belongs to @carpenterbeebutch , rowan royce is mine ^_^ you cant tell from the art but rowan has beautiful brown hair and eyes like a baby cow (the curly pieces in the front are white 😈) and laellar is a horrible blond man

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Lore: Falling Stars

So apparently Arcanist is making a mess (again) this week, and this time it had quite the effect on our Games! Aered really wishes she could have one “normal” game, just one...

“Are the trainees all gathered?” Aered asked. She still disliked using the word tributes, though this week it was very accurate. With Starfall coming up so soon, the Arcanist was going to need all hands on deck. The best way her clan could contribute was to offer practical experience to the potential Exaltees, and the Games were well suited to that. “Looks like it,” Laellar reported cheerfully. “I sent Emerantha and Leroy out about an hour ago to do a headcount.” “Leroy, really?” Aered chuckled. “I’m surprised you managed to drag him out of his workshop. Ran too, for that matter. She’s been terribly busy with something lately. And the other preparations?” “Silver, Ves, and Rhiangar have been making sure everyone’s healthy enough for this, and treating any sparring injuries,” the little fae said. “I swear these younglings don’t know their own strength. Aya, Sombra, and Eyvindr were helping with last-minute training when last I checked.” Aered nodded, forgetting Laellar was sitting on her head. “Ah, sorry about that,” she said when she felt him tighten his grip on her horns. “What about the arena?” That was what worried her most. She didn’t know precisely what had happened during the week of rest, only that Leon and that new lightning fae, Lyra, had come back with the enchanter at Death’s door and reports that Treesnek’s shadow was gone from the arena for good. But Jheras was still too weak to leave the infirmary, so the old arena was out of the question. His connection to it was too strong. A Game there would only make matters worse. But they couldn’t postpone the Games again… not right before Starfall. “Relax, love, we still have our other mages,” Laellar said soothingly. “The Focal Point is a good place for an arena, full of power. Rhodas told me it was going far better than expected. Basah was working with Lyra and Iah on the finishing touches as I came in here.” The guardian’s eyes narrowed. “Iah?” Laellar shrugged. “I was a bit worried too, at first. Sussuri’s son, even if not by blood… but he doesn’t have Sussuri’s voice. He doesn’t have any voice. It’s hard to use the whispers if you can’t speak.” “I am more worried about him spying,” Aered said, “but I suppose there is only so much you can do with information alone. Just… keep an eye on them.” She felt guilty for suspecting the tattered grey skydancer; as far as she could tell, he was a willing accomplice, but not a malicious one. And he looked so broken, so harmless… but Treesnek had taught her far too well not to rely on appearances. Before they could discuss matters further, something… shifted. Both of them felt it, but neither one knew what it was. Then the whole room shook; bits of dust and scattered trinkets tumbled off their shelves. Voices of panicked dragons echoed through the building. There was a sound of claws scrabbling for purchase outside the room and running feet. A few moments later, Farran shot inside and skidded to a halt, panting hard, his Gloomwillow Guide whirling frantically around his head. “Clan Mother! The gods, a mistake… The Arcanist has done something, I don’t know what. I saw the gods turned to stone, the sky falling down!” “Farran, what—” Aered began. Then the first meteor roared past.

#aered #laellar #lore #farran #too many dragons to tag #AHG

Lore: Judgement

“Sussuri.” Aered sat in the chamber of the Cornerstones, her magenta eyes staring fixedly at the four great crystals instead of the fidgeting spiral in front of her. Laellar curled beside her; it still hurt him to fly, but he had insisted on being present. Several dragons stood behind them: Eyvindr, his new scars stark white against his hide, the seer Farran sitting between his massive foreclaws. Farran’s sightless eyes were staring past the spiral in the center; Aered didn’t need to ask what he saw. Iris sat a little ways to their left, with her mate Silver and his serthis familiar. Vija curled beside Ves; a strange understanding had formed between those four ever since Silver brought Iris home after Thundercrack Carnivale. Seneiti curled around a column a decent distance away, acting as scribe and avoiding Vija’s eyes. Somewhere above them, Marlais was probably watching the whole thing. Emerantha was still trying to find Sunil after he disappeared last week. Kaissetha stood alone on Aered’s right. He had commanded Rhiangar to stay behind and look after Kriyei and her new mate. Aered didn’t like superstition and distrust based on heritage alone, but it would only hurt the proceedings if a child of the cunning and infamous Treesnek was openly on her side. Dara had understood without complaint. Aered was grateful for that. Across from her was the whispering spiral himself, Sussuri, whose very name invoked secrets. Beside him, standing stiffly as if he didn’t know what do with his limbs, was a grey skydancer Aered barely recognized as the guardian Iah that Sussuri had brought home weeks before. It hurt her heart to see his eyes now, dead and empty. What happened to him? Perched on Iah’s back was an unfamiliar female fae; tiny blue lights flickered under her tattered robe. She had not spoken a word since the gathering began. It was wrong to call it a trial. Trials only happened when there was doubt that the accused was guilty. The matriarch stood up. “I had thought,” she said, “that when I declared an end to the Games, that would be the end of it. I suppose it was a foolish thing. I saw the evidence of that in my General’s anger, anger that you took advantage of, but still, I had hoped… You know why you are here,” she declared, her strong voice utterly devoid of any anger, any disappointment. “By all rights, I should cast you out now for your treachery, Sussuri. We took you in and gave you a home, tried to help you feel that this was home, and you betrayed us. You turned your own clan against itself. I know that scolding you is of no use. Even now, your only regret is that you got caught.” “Not completely true, Matriarch,” Sussuri replied. “I do regret trusting the necromantress. She has proved a very fickle friend.” Vija hissed with fury. “You got my mother killed, you—” Ves reached up and touched her snout. “Hush. Let Clan Mother speak.” Aered shut her eyes, deep in thought. “And yet… Casting you out will only free you to cause more harm. Sussuri, you loathe boredom, do you not? So I will reward you. I will put you to work here, strengthening and repairing the lair, so that you won’t have time to be bored. You will not leave for any reason. You will not even pass within sight of the sky. If you behave, your time will be comparatively short. Disobey, and you will never see the night again. Do you understand, Whisperer?” Sussuri wilted. “I… understand, Matriarch,” he murmured. Laellar leaned against his massive companion. “So that settles it, then?” he asked. “I’m sorry, love. My idea turned out to be the wrong one.” Aered gently nuzzled him. “Don’t apologize. You meant well. And it did unify the clans around us in the end… even if they unified against us. So you were half right. But it is not yet settled. We need to decide what to do about these Games.”

#AHG #lore #sussuri #aered #laellar #vija #too many dragons to tag

What the heck, tumblr? I know I posted these two before...

Ah well, that solves the question of which dragon I should put info for. These two are my progens, Laellar and Aered. Aered is my random progen, but I love them both :) Surprisingly, her colors worked out pretty well. Still no idea what to do with either one’s tertiary... Laellar has navy (so lucky!) and Aered has maize (less lucky, but I’ll figure it out). You might have already seen Aered’s picture earlier, when I sketched her in humanoid form as part of a whim.

In any case, Laellar and Aered are the leaders of Clan Stelaris. Laellar is leader more in name, though, since he spends so much of his time exploring and learning all he can about the world. He’s always trying to find more secrets, which has led to him forming friendships and alliances with dragons in Shadow and Light flight. His familiar is a Gale Wolf named Tavarrai, and she follows Laellar faithfully wherever he goes. It took a long time for her to warm up to him after he found her; she’d been caught and sold in a poaching market, and her experiences with dragons prior to meeting the little fae were not pleasant. She quickly grew attached to him, though, and sometimes grooms him like he’s her pup. Laellar often rides around on the wolf’s back when he’s tired of flying.

Aered is his mate and acts as stern but loving surrogate mother to the entire clan, as well as de facto leader when Laellar’s out. Her rulings are usually absolute, and most dragons respect her because they know she takes her time and weighs all the options before settling on a decision. Her familiar, an autumn dryad called Irna, often acts as Aered’s confidante and adviser, as she’s lived far longer than any dragon in the clan. Her one insecurity and secret is that she’s not quite sure what exactly her charge is. She knows her Search is over. She’s just not certain if her charge is Laellar, the clan, or something else entirely.

Laellar’s explorations into the Starwood Strand are much more dangerous than his Crystalspine Reaches excursions used to be, so to appease Aered and keep himself safe, he’s begun experimenting with magic. It’s not easy; Laellar is fae, and Arcane by birth, but the nuances of magic have never come easily to him. However, after studying the curious abilities of his Gale Wolf and getting a bit of help from Shadow and Wind dragons Farran and Marlais, he developed a method for wrapping magic around himself like armor. This had an unusual side effect of making him almost invisible to the other creatures of the Strand unless he’s practically on top of him. An unusual side-effect of the Starwood? Or an expression of the darker side of Arcane magic...

#lore #dragontag #Laellar #Aered #my dragons