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Tales From Sorneith ~Basilisk
By: OutsmartingBasilisk Date: November 2, 2017, 5:50 pm
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This is where I'll be posting my Flight Rising Stories, not on
the forums because some of these I don't think would be let
through. Anyway because I like multiple Flights I have created
multiple Clans, though only one is real the others will just be
made up because multiple accounts aren't allowed there.
This main post will just introduce you to the Clans I'll be
writing about.
[I][font= Times New Roman]The Evergrow Colony[/font]
[font= Times New Roman]The Evergrow Colony is an ever expanding
Nature Colony founded by Nightstalker. Their goal is to protect
and help their Flight and Gladekeeper as best they can. While
dragons from all Flight's are accepted, the most trusted and
highest ranking dragons are Nature dragons.
Flight: Nature
Leader: Nightstalker
Dragons: 41
[I][font=Impact]The Wastelands' Colony[/font]
[font=Impact] A Colony that thrives in the Scarred Wastelands.
They live to serve the Plaguebringer, fighting to spread her
Plague. The Wastelands' Colony believes Mirrors are the
Plaguebringer's true children and as such only accept Mirrors,
welcoming those of all Flights as they see them as Mirrors
returning to their true mother. The Colony has also started to
accept Bogsneaks as well, as they were not created by another
deity.
Flight: Plague
Leader: Bloodcaller
Dragons: 57
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Re: Tales From Sorneith ~Basilisk
By: OutsmartingBasilisk Date: November 2, 2017, 7:09 pm
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Gore warning I guess, you hath been warned
[font=Book Antiqua]Funeral
A tale from The Wastelands' Colony
Shrieks and roars echoed throughout the Abiding Boneyard as
dragons fought each other with tooth and claw. Blood sprayed
everywhere, staining the ground along with the dragons warring
with one another. Both sides were loyal to the Plaguebringer and
they bore no true hate for each other, but this was a fight for
survival. The winner thrives while the loser dies.
The two groups in question were very different despite both
being of the Plague Flight. One was full of large dragons like
Guardians, Imperials, and Ridgebacks, all with red glowing eyes.
The other consisted solely of Mirrors, with the occasional
Bogsneaks, with eyes of all colors, though the blood red ones
lead the attack. The first group was the Order of Pestilence and
the second the Wastelands' Colony. While the Order of Pestilence
had larger, more powerful dragons the Wastelands' Colony had
numbers.
The large dragons beat the Mirrors away only to be met with
another swarm of them. When the Mirrors fell they fell hard, and
some didn't get up to join the fight once more. As the bloody
battle continued the Mirrors started to overtake the Order of
Pestilence, wearing the larger dragons down. Dead bodies fell to
the ground, the horde of Mirrors that had been attacking it
quickly moved on to the next enemy. Soon after this a
bloodcurdling cry that was heard above the sounds of battle was
roared by a bloody Ridgeback, heavily injured and beating his
torn wings in an attempt to fly away. At the sound the few
remaining dragons of the Order of Pestilence fled, their tails
still being bitten as they did so.
With them gone The Wastelands' Colony calmed, panting and
licking the blood of them. One of them stood tall, still
watching where the enemy had fled too. She was large with a
crimson skink hide that had blue spines going down her back and
blood red spinner wings that sprouted crimson feathers. The red
and blue Mirror snorted before turning to the bloody mess left
on the battlefield. Among the bodies she could see multiple
Mirrors and a couple Bogsneaks from her own colony.
"Bloodcaller?" A tentative voice asked.
She turned to see a familiar face approach her with his head
ducked. The Mirror was only a little smaller than her with a
goldenrod hide of safari and glimmer with platinum savannah
wings. Bloodcaller's eyes met his matching red ones, searching
them in an attempt to figure out what was on his mind.
"Yes, Goldkeeper?" She asked her mate.
He shuffled his wings, appearing saddened "It's Myth, I don't
think he'll make-"
Bloodcaller jumped up and ran, catching Myth's scent and
tracking it through the bloody battlefield. She stopped at one
of the many limp figures covered I'm blood, but this ones scent
obviously belonged to the old Mirror, Myth. His iridescent,
shimmering hide was barely peeking out from under the blood, but
his stonewashed runes glowed through them, although fading fast.
She nudged him with her snout, making the other whimper.
Myth's light eyes flickered up to look at her. He opened his
mouth but all that came out was a strangled sound as blood
bubbled from his jaws. Myth choked on the blood, attempting to
suck in air but failing. Bloodwatcher stood there transfixed,
silently watching her friend die in front of her.
Myth shuddered before his eyes became glazed over and the rise
and fall of his heaving chest halted. Bloodcaller sat down,
dipping her head and whispering a small prayer to the
Plaguebringer that his soul be given eternal rest. She glanced
up as another Mirror ran forward, a dark purple stitched hide
with shimmering denim wings, adorned with a blue birdskull
headdress and a conjurer's staff.
The Mirror let out a mournful cry at the sight of her dead
mate, bounding forward and snuggling up against him one last
time. She didn't mind the blood and even began licking it off
him in an attempt to clean her love. Bloodcaller backed away,
leatting the other, Gwenith, mourn her mate.
Goldkeeper crept up to Bloodcaller's side, nuzzling his mate.
She nudged him back, but stayed focused on the necromancer
huddled next to Myth. She trusted Gwenith not to bring him back,
as she had nearly been kicked out of the Colony last time she
did such a thing, but Bloodcaller was worried she could act out
of grief.
Thankfully though Gwenith stood and backed away, snout stained
red as she had busily licked off most of the blood covering
Myth. It was evident now what had killed him, with the obvious
gouges in his chest no longer bathed in blood. Gwenith dipped
her head, folding her wings to show she was ready. Bloodcaller
nodded and looked around, the other dragons had gathered around
their fallen friends corpses, waiting.
The Alpha Mirror let out a shrill, barking call, one that the
whole Colony could hear. At that the dragons lurched forward and
began digging into the lifeless bodies of their comrades.
Bloodcaller watched the scene for a moment, noticing how most of
the Bogsneaks didn't partake in the act. She guessed they
thought the display savage and heartless, but that wasn't the
case. They ate the corpses because the ground made it impossible
to bury them in, and they surely wouldn't be so cruel as to
leave them to be picked off by scavengers or strangers. By
having their bodies feed the colony they are also helping their
friends one last time.
Bloodcaller eventually prowled forward towards Myth's body.
Gwenith had already started picking around the chest wound,
making it larger and going deeper towards his heart. Bloodcaller
sunk her teeth into Myth's neck, tearing out a chunk of flesh
and gulping it down. She continued chewing through the base of
the neck until she was able to tear the head off entirely.
Bloodcaller sighed, nipping at the flesh of Myth's head and
scooping out the organs though the back. The discarded flesh
falling to the ground for the younger, more fearful to partake
in the ritual, members of the colony to eat up.
With not much left on the skull Bloodcaller licked at the bits
of flesh still there, her rough tongue easily picking it clean.
Once she was done Bloodcaller was left with a Mirror skull free
of any flesh, intact without careless bite marks or cracks. The
large Mirror turned it over in her claws, only her flickering
eyes displaying her emotions. Bloodcaller missed the older
Mirror already, but she could not show the broken feeling she
had inside. As the Alpha, Bloodcaller had to be strong, holding
the colony together as they grieved.
She sat down with the skull still clutched in her claws.
Bloodcaller did not join in any other feasting, letting the
others clean up the remains of their friends. Instead she
waited, stroking the cold Mirror skull. Later when the colony
returned back to their den, more than some bringing back bones
for the hatchlings to chew on. Bloodcaller however kept the
skull and tucked it away in the safety of a shelf in her den,
next to two other Mirror skulls. She looked at them sadly before
turning away to join the others in telling the few members of
the colony who had stayed in the lair what had happened, leaving
the thought of the dead for another time.
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