Displays, Courtships, and Bondings

Flamekeeper’s long antennae twitched, her head perking up at the distant but distinct feeling of change. Something in the air — a sudden drop in pressure as the wind picked up, rustled through the tall grass that sprawled in every direction in great rolling plains. Overhead, the white clouds began to billow and build, growing dark with rain. “Something’s coming,” Flamekeeper said, unable to keep the anticipation out of her voice, the undeniable thrill. Igni’s flame...

The landscape was something of a hassle, Robin mused , in between glances at his opponent, calculating distances and the wind speeds as floating pieces of ground hovered around an ancient cemetery; not that it would impact his ability to use his archery skills…. At first he’d been wary of using them, but the generic aspect of this trial was to impress his opponent… and the 6 limbed dragon that stood i...

Jack had been simply minding their own business when Keshet lost her mind. They’d been hard at work, deciphering a runic text that had fallen through the Chronoscape to find if it contained anything useful when they heard a series of worrying clinks that only got faster as the minute dragged on, accompanied by absolute pandemonium inside their skull. Jack was not great at tuning out their dragons. They got better at it, as time went on and as more voices joined the cacophony, ...

Keshet was flying high over a red desert, the sand turned into shades of fire by the setting sun. Wickedly sharp rocks cut through the light like claws, casting long, dark shadows, as if night had started coming up from the ground. It was pure luck that the glint glanced off her eye, that it had been caught by the sun, that she was the exact type of dragon that she was, that she immediately folded her wings and dove towards the ground, half thinking that she would have something shiny ...

Hooves skidded across the dry earth, tearing up yellowing grass and loose soil, kicking both into the air, the taste of grit left behind. Keshet teetered precariously, leather wings batting ineffectively at the air before she gave in and fell forward to brace herself against the ground. A low growl rumbled in her throat as she bared sharp fangs. Calanthe’s long, feathered tail swept through the prairie grass, her head lifted imperiously. The sun glinted off the plating along h...

Butterfly heaved a sigh of relief as he came to a stop, the heavy load he'd been carrying with him being placed carefully at his feet before he flopped onto the ground beside it. He looked up at the space before him that he'd chosen for a nest, a large, roomy alcove nestled cozily between two massive rocks, the formations surrounded by trees and thick vegetation. The floor inside was mostly flat, with only a few pebbles and other bits of debris which Butterfly had already cleared. He swallowe...

Butterfly fluttered his wings nervously as he stood atop the hill, glancing about with ever-growing anxiety. The sky was only just turning from the dark of night to a lighter shade of purple-pink as morning was beginning to make its imminent arrival known. The Jungle dragon shuffled in place and shivered as a cold breeze whisked past him, tired and more than a little chilly in this early Spring weather. 'Where can she be?' he couldn't help but think to himself as he continuous...