Dragons

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I found 2 lj communities dedicated to the Dragon Cave, so y'all won't be constantly reminded to click mah damned eggs :P I'll still post new ones that I find because I'm shareful like that.

dragonspam

 dragonspam2  - this is the community I was able to join.

I also figured out how to filter what I'm reading, so I'm not constantly bombarded by said communities.

Yanno how I'm always complaining that I'm not creative - well, I actually have been writing descriptions of my dragons on the dragcave site. The descriptions are user rated & then if the moderators decide to do it, they add your description to your scroll. I haven't had one added on yet, but it's still nice to give my draggies a backstory. There's a character-limit, so the descriptions are only a paragraph or two, which is fine by me.


Celestine is deeply involved in learning to mimic bird calls. However, the noises produced are more akin to car  alarms than sweet lilting songs. She has discovered a new song deep within her heart, for the wise and mysterious Tangel'o. She hovers around, just out of his line of sight, hoping that he will catch her eye and beckon to her - but instead he is always lost in thought, or poring over one of his stolen books.



Hanna-Lee is one of the founding members of the Felstone Dragonflight. Together with Celestine and Smoggy, they bonded together at first for safety and stayed together as close companions. Hanna-Lee vaguely remembers a time of feeling safe and loved between the talons of his dam, but also a time of rending teeth, great pain and fear as he was driven away from her. He was found by Celestine and Smoggy and they huddled together during a storm, seeking shelter under an ancient yew tree.
Hanna-Lee is often snappish and foul-tempered around other dragons, especially older females who provoke old memories of pain and anguish. Celestine, being regal as Queen of the dragonflight but hatchlingish and playful in private moments, has never provoked him beyond his tolerance limits. He has never jealously tried to claim her as his sole lifemate, content to leave the Queen able to share her attention among the other males of the dragonflight.

Smoggy's egg was washed away during a terrible storm, one that erased the egg's scent from his parent's territory. Celestine had suffered a similar fate, but neither young dragon was worse for their beginnings. Together with Hanna-Lee, an angry drake whose friendship could be dangerous at times, they founded the Felstone dragonflight.

Smoggy took to the skies early, chasing the storms, dodging lightning and testing his wings and muscles against the buffetting winds. With wry humor, Smoggy is one of the few dragons who is able to defuse Hanna when he is having a particularly bad day, and sometimes has to intervene when Hannas anger is directed at one of their own unjustly.

Cinnabon's egg was found by Smoggy on one of his storm-chasing flights. He saw the egg sitting near a smoking cleft in the side of a mountain. With no adult dragons to be found nearby, Smoggy decided to bring it home. Cinnabon is regarded as the Elder dragons' younger brother. He was spoiled incessantly by Smoggy and Celestine, and even Hanna-Lee could be caught sneaking the fiery young drake treats. As Cinnabon matured, he was the most likely to incur Hanna's wrath at the smallest transgression. He puts up a defensive stance when approached by the other males, but is also a practical joker. If a dragon wakes with its tail tied to a back foot, or if a skunk has somehow moved into the communal cave, chances are Cinnabon is nearby enjoying the chaos.

Cinnabon, for all his rambunctiousness and volatile nature, is devoted to the quiet, patient Whispre. She is the soothing breeze that cools his burning energy and fuels his passion for life.

 Tangel'o is annoyed with the flighty Skywing female, Celestine. She constantly flaps around his head, flipping the pages of his delicate tomes, the books he has worked so hard to collect. Some of the other, more materialistic, dragons think he is quite the fool for setting so much stock in paper and ink - but Tangel'o loves the creamy scents of fine paper and bindings. He knows there is a great mystery to be solved within their tales, and he is gaining more proficiency in the scribblings of mankind. One of his favorites, a ragged paperbound book with a grinning green ball on the cover reassures him daily. 'Don't panic', it tells him - but he is still unsure of how to procure this mystical power-item known as a 'towel'.

Whispre was somewhat of anomaly among the sisterhood of the dragonflight. Powdre and Celestine were both far more outgoing and assertive, always engaged in contests among the males. Celestine was acrobatic and crafty and Powdre relied on tactics and strategy to make up for her lack of size. Whispre was always content to watch the antics. She sighed over Cinnabon's battle-wounds and tsk'ed at him for being so rough on himself and others. She mended torn wings and cracked scales, patched her kin up and soothed sore egos. Whatever Whispre touched thrived and blossomed under her quiet, unassuming care. She was particularly pleased with the newest member of the dragonflight, a truly down-to-earth dragon with extensive knowledge of plants and roots. She hoped that she could benefit from the dragon's herbal skills and perhaps have someone to help share the load of being nurse and doctor to such a rowdy crew.

 

To Hecter always fell the important tasks, tasks he shouldered without complaint, without hesitation. If a threat was detected, he was the one to investigate. If calamity fell upon the dens of the dragonflight, he was the one to clear the boulders or mudslides away, if hatchlings got a little overzealous in play, it was Hecter's firm but gentle claw that separated them and enforced a peaceful resolution. Hecter always prided himself on vigilantly protecting the grounds of his dragon kin. Very little ever escaped his notice, nothing ever crossed into his territory that he did not know about... but watching Celestine follow Tangel'o about gave him the unnerving sensation that he was missing something important.

As I figure out more about the other dragons, I'll probably share. It's goofy fun.