Okay- I mentioned it before, and here it is. The soap opera that is, for lack of a better name, the Soaring Dusk saga.
It starts with Soaring Dusk and Zacharyas. Their angsty little son, Falling Dawn, had abandonment issues from his surly mother, even though Zach was a loving father. Instead, Dawn turned to Sorlaa for comfort, as everyone does. Sorlaa made sure he grew up to be a well-adjusted dragon, though he still didn't talk to Dusk. Eventually, Dawn fell in love with Cyrra and was overjoyed when she showed him the egg that he'd sired. Sadly, Namli was a devious hatchling at this point, and decided that there was too much hate in Mesconna's pack (to which Mesconna responded "You can't have one without the other."). And so, Namli ran off with Dawn and Cyrra's child, as well as an egg from the cave. This left Cyrra devastaded and Dusk relapsing into his angsty state. Namli gave himself the title "The Enlightened", and named his new wife "Dreamcatcher the Saved". Dreamcatcher had no knowledge of her heartbroken parents, and unwittingly gave Namli a child, whom Namli named Aina the Pure. One day when Aina was out on a hunting trip, she met Mesconna, Krusonnel, and Veyorri taking young Kistaar out. When Aina saw how nurturing they were of the poor misunderstood vampire, she thought of how callous Namli had acted towards dragons like that, his excuse being that they were crude and uncivilised. She mulled over the hipocisy and decided to find out more about these mysterious dragons. By this point she was fully grown, and was horrified when she found out what Namli had done to her parents. Without so much as a goodbye to her forced family, she defected to Mesconna's pack and gave herself a new name in honor of the fateful moment she'd seen their hunting party: Searing Equinox.
Unfortunately, wounds don't heal overnight; it took a long stint with Satchell and a strangely wise son to break the ice. Renec, S.E's child, talked to each of his troubled family members seperately, subtly working their problems out until even Dusk realized her own fault in the problem. Any gap that might have been left over fizzled out of existence when Renec made his lineage part of the official family tree by siring Satchell's granddaughter Symfiliosa.
And that's how you make a soap opera with dragons!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Groups
Hey all! If you're reading this, you've obviously found my Dragon Cave account and deemed it interesting enough to take a look. As a reward, here's a detailed description of the different groups on my account!
Mesconna's Pack
This is the majority of my dragons, headed by the fiery Mesconna. Since this is the largest, I'll spare you from the entire list and simply say that on my page it's every dragon from Symfiliosa down. Most of these are in chronological order, but a couple are close together based on pairs/best friends. Within this group is the Soaring Dusk saga, which I'll post next. Moving on, next on the list:
Brenico's Pod
Morstan and Brenico were originally from Mesconna's pack, but Brenico couldn't move on land and Morstan was about as agile as a blue footed booby. (Look it up, they're really cute.) Because of this, they started their own little sub-pack in a nearby inlet, attracting Levviathon from the depths, Shivvr from the surface, and Seracuse from far off lands. Most recently, Shivvr's daughter Raey joined their ranks, and there's a little Deep Sea dragon in their nursery as well. The Pod is closely attached to the Pack, and they'll often meet halfway on the beach. Next up is:
Namli's Cult
Namli is the root of the Soaring Dusk trouble; he kidnapped a couple eggs and started his own pack, defying Mesconna and turning his snubby little nose up at her admittedly angsty family. Once again, look to the next post for info. And finally, we have:
Wanderers
They aren't really a collective pack, for the most part. First there's Satchell and S.E; Satchell is Mesconna's godfather, and a nomad. He stopped by fairly recently and took off with S.E. (who fell in love with him) and a few eggs to raise. After these eggs grew up, Satchell visited the Pack once again to get them back in touch with their real parents. One of these eggs was Jemme, who returned to a loving family and an eventual daughter, Raey. The other was Weirr, who is the next wanderer. Weirr is an explorer, marking down the farthest reaches of the world on a magical map.
Unofficially, there's also the Bright Lights choir, which isn't a pack but more of a commune. They sometimes host concerts on the beach or near Mesconna's cave, or they simply fly along singing. Anyone is free to join in, but usually the group consists of Flashing Skies, Symfiliosa, Anagennisi, Renec, Raey, and Kistaar. They are lead by Pachna.
In progress...
There's currently another group in progress, called Unit 5. I won't spoil it yet until it's all finished, but Artemina's in it.
Well, that's everyone! Stick around for the Soaring Dusk saga, I spent ages working on it...
Mesconna's Pack
This is the majority of my dragons, headed by the fiery Mesconna. Since this is the largest, I'll spare you from the entire list and simply say that on my page it's every dragon from Symfiliosa down. Most of these are in chronological order, but a couple are close together based on pairs/best friends. Within this group is the Soaring Dusk saga, which I'll post next. Moving on, next on the list:
Brenico's Pod
Morstan and Brenico were originally from Mesconna's pack, but Brenico couldn't move on land and Morstan was about as agile as a blue footed booby. (Look it up, they're really cute.) Because of this, they started their own little sub-pack in a nearby inlet, attracting Levviathon from the depths, Shivvr from the surface, and Seracuse from far off lands. Most recently, Shivvr's daughter Raey joined their ranks, and there's a little Deep Sea dragon in their nursery as well. The Pod is closely attached to the Pack, and they'll often meet halfway on the beach. Next up is:
Namli's Cult
Namli is the root of the Soaring Dusk trouble; he kidnapped a couple eggs and started his own pack, defying Mesconna and turning his snubby little nose up at her admittedly angsty family. Once again, look to the next post for info. And finally, we have:
Wanderers
They aren't really a collective pack, for the most part. First there's Satchell and S.E; Satchell is Mesconna's godfather, and a nomad. He stopped by fairly recently and took off with S.E. (who fell in love with him) and a few eggs to raise. After these eggs grew up, Satchell visited the Pack once again to get them back in touch with their real parents. One of these eggs was Jemme, who returned to a loving family and an eventual daughter, Raey. The other was Weirr, who is the next wanderer. Weirr is an explorer, marking down the farthest reaches of the world on a magical map.
Unofficially, there's also the Bright Lights choir, which isn't a pack but more of a commune. They sometimes host concerts on the beach or near Mesconna's cave, or they simply fly along singing. Anyone is free to join in, but usually the group consists of Flashing Skies, Symfiliosa, Anagennisi, Renec, Raey, and Kistaar. They are lead by Pachna.
In progress...
There's currently another group in progress, called Unit 5. I won't spoil it yet until it's all finished, but Artemina's in it.
Well, that's everyone! Stick around for the Soaring Dusk saga, I spent ages working on it...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Family
As usual, Kruso was the last to awake. He stretched his delicate equine legs tiredly. "Where's Tiffalkin?"
"Oh, look who came out of the shade," Veyorri swatted him playfully with her tail-shield. The "shade" joke was started by Tiffalkin herself, making fun of the dragons' cold-bloodedness. "She's studying those books. Again."
"I wish you wouldn't be so critical of her." Mygie didn't even look up from breakfast- or, more appropriately, lunch. "She's studying about dragons after all."
"As long as this doesn't turn into some kind of bizarre breeding project," Kruso shuddered.
"Would that be so very terrible for you?" a voice called from the cave entrance. Mesconna settled gracefully to the ground, her stripes glittering in the wintry light. "You are the only boy; one might call it a harem more than a breeding project." She swished her tail and made a suggestive little growl, nuzzling Kruso affectionately on her way to Mygie. "Midge, I brought goat."
"Did someone mention food?" Cyrra floated aimlessly from the ceiling, rosy mane dangling upside down with the rest of her.
"Not until I've cooked it, I refuse to let us become animals," Mygie sniffed, snatching the dead thing away from her elder sister.
"Mes' seems far to eager for that," Kruso said bitterly. "Already talking about eggs, this early on."
"Not so early," someone said; Tiffalkin was leaning against a wall, her crimson locks tied in a practical braid against her back and her glasses cocked at a wonky angle. "Technically, you're fully mature as soon as your claws harden, and age after that is practically meaningless. First teeth, then wings, then claws, and finally when your scales are finished developing you're ready to-"
"What are those?" Mesconna curled around her stepmother curiously. "Did you bring eggs home?!"
Veyorri snorted, alarmed. "Weren't we just saying how young we all were? And already, you've got more!"
"That's the point," Tiffalkin clutched the two spheres defensively. "I didn't want you to go through that hassle so soon! That- and I was hoping one would be a boy."
"Well, let's see what you've got, then," Kruso peeked over the opposite shoulder as Mesconna. Nestled in Tiffalkin's arms were two softly glowing eggs. One shone with the silvery light of the snow outside, and the other was strangely schizophrenic- half was dark, like a blacklight, and the other side was like the sun.
"They're winter and sunrise," Tiffalkin explained, "Or, sunset, it really depends."
"On what?" Veyorri asked inquisitively.
"Well, sometimes on the outside influences, sometimes on the amount of light the egg gets- no one's really sure."
"Mysterious," Kruso murmured. Tiffalkin gave him a quiet smile.
"That's why I chose it."
"Oh, look who came out of the shade," Veyorri swatted him playfully with her tail-shield. The "shade" joke was started by Tiffalkin herself, making fun of the dragons' cold-bloodedness. "She's studying those books. Again."
"I wish you wouldn't be so critical of her." Mygie didn't even look up from breakfast- or, more appropriately, lunch. "She's studying about dragons after all."
"As long as this doesn't turn into some kind of bizarre breeding project," Kruso shuddered.
"Would that be so very terrible for you?" a voice called from the cave entrance. Mesconna settled gracefully to the ground, her stripes glittering in the wintry light. "You are the only boy; one might call it a harem more than a breeding project." She swished her tail and made a suggestive little growl, nuzzling Kruso affectionately on her way to Mygie. "Midge, I brought goat."
"Did someone mention food?" Cyrra floated aimlessly from the ceiling, rosy mane dangling upside down with the rest of her.
"Not until I've cooked it, I refuse to let us become animals," Mygie sniffed, snatching the dead thing away from her elder sister.
"Mes' seems far to eager for that," Kruso said bitterly. "Already talking about eggs, this early on."
"Not so early," someone said; Tiffalkin was leaning against a wall, her crimson locks tied in a practical braid against her back and her glasses cocked at a wonky angle. "Technically, you're fully mature as soon as your claws harden, and age after that is practically meaningless. First teeth, then wings, then claws, and finally when your scales are finished developing you're ready to-"
"What are those?" Mesconna curled around her stepmother curiously. "Did you bring eggs home?!"
Veyorri snorted, alarmed. "Weren't we just saying how young we all were? And already, you've got more!"
"That's the point," Tiffalkin clutched the two spheres defensively. "I didn't want you to go through that hassle so soon! That- and I was hoping one would be a boy."
"Well, let's see what you've got, then," Kruso peeked over the opposite shoulder as Mesconna. Nestled in Tiffalkin's arms were two softly glowing eggs. One shone with the silvery light of the snow outside, and the other was strangely schizophrenic- half was dark, like a blacklight, and the other side was like the sun.
"They're winter and sunrise," Tiffalkin explained, "Or, sunset, it really depends."
"On what?" Veyorri asked inquisitively.
"Well, sometimes on the outside influences, sometimes on the amount of light the egg gets- no one's really sure."
"Mysterious," Kruso murmured. Tiffalkin gave him a quiet smile.
"That's why I chose it."
Discovery
The trip was long, the road was dusty, and the day was hot; but hell if it wasn't worth it to hold that egg in my hand. I knew nothing about dragons- all I knew was that nobody else even gave this one a second glance. It was dark brown like bitter chocolate, and silver striped like the night sky. Somehow, it felt right between my sweaty palms, small and warm and smooth.
This felt like a good beginning.
This is the first of the Tiffalkin's Dragons saga; somehow I managed to think up a soap opera with dragons in it. It's based around my Dragon Cave account, which I posted as my homepage, refer to that for the dragon types. This is their tale- and mine.
This felt like a good beginning.
This is the first of the Tiffalkin's Dragons saga; somehow I managed to think up a soap opera with dragons in it. It's based around my Dragon Cave account, which I posted as my homepage, refer to that for the dragon types. This is their tale- and mine.
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