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Strength TrialWC:  739 It was a puzzle, one that had come to both Sol and Void's attention. Why, if they did not require a mate, did they need to prove themselves in a Grand Display?. Singularity has many quirks, one of which was a mutation known as Genesis, from their research it was the ability to bear eggs without a mate... It was certainly an enigma, yet .. from everything they had tried, it was impossible,,, which left only the possibility that a dragons magic required the ...

The unified mind of Singularity stared at the flowers, small to them given their size, but expertly woven together. This bouquet was just one of many that had come their way. At first they'd ignored it, it was After all beneath their notice, and to a degree seemed like a cop out. If they had something to say, why not come to them direct. After that nothing, and Singularity returned to helping Aether in her research…. The bouquet forgotten. It was Sol who noticed the next ones, two different...

Soft flickers danced along the bed of the lagoon, ripples and rocks painted in gentle yellow and orange long after the sun had set. A shoal of silver fish scattered, flashing until they were swallowed by sudden darkness, shadows moving over the top of the water. A long, lithe body stretched, disturbing algae-covered rocks and sand, kicking up faint clouds that quickly dissipated. His nose, whiskers, barbel twitched as he stretched his front paws, languid and lazy, and cast a wary eye o...

Event: Tea - China (Doom)WC: 263 China loved tea, she loved the drink itself in all its flavours and variations, but above all, she loved the patterns and shapes the tea cups and tea pots were, each one a design, stunning and evocative. She was most fond of the china pattern on which she herself has been draped in. Her wings, twin halves of a teacup, her scales, stunning segments, not broken, crafted shards of the tea sets, and her crest, a miniature te...

Strength Trial Mist rolled low across the water, silvered by moonlight and stirred by the slow, steady current. Beneath the surface, something vast shifted, then the lake opened its eyes. Rows of them blinked along the length of Suijin’s neck, fourteen on one side, fourteen on the other light brown and unhurried as they watched the stranger pacing the shoreline. Fi...

Phantom first saw Freya through a curtain of rain. The storm had rolled over the cliffs only an hour or perhaps two before sunset, drenching the black stone shoreline and turning the tide pools into mirrors of silver. Phantom drifted silently beneath the water’s surface, his long body gliding through the currents with practiced grace. Tiny glowing fish scattered around his fins like stars fleeing a dark sky. He had come ashore to gather shells, for what we may...

Nightmare tilted his head in amusement. How odd it was to keep bumping into this dragon, once during his final grand display trial and once more before that. The first time they met had been a fight, it had been something nasty, a disturbing battle of wills that Nightmare had inevitably won, but the other dragon had managed to swipe the very thing they had been fighting over. So yes, this stranger had fled but she had fled with her new prize. Nightmare had won t...

Explosions echoed around the area, the obsidian ground lit up as the colors of the Sparknest's eruptions colored the area. Phantom paused, his gaze upwards to the starlit sky he could see through the colours. Where was she? While this was not the first time he'd courted her, and she him, her unpredictability always kept him on edge, though he knew she liked to make an entrance. A flicker of movement near the red sparks had him moving quicker, his sleek body blending in seamlessly with the obs...

Phantom had been watching the starlit skies for some time, and not just tonight, but other nights as well. It had started simple, a flaming halo that had fallen near where he was swimming, a glimpse before it vanished to return to its owner. After that he'd caught glimpses of the other, of a set of wings unlike any he'd encountered before ad they flew overhead. More and more this strange dragon had drawn him, until he'd followed them, his large black form leaving the waters and heading inland...

She knows this dream. It’s a cloudless, moonless night. It’s dark save for the glow of her body which illuminates only the smallest circle around her where blades of grass dance in a rolling breeze. Aquilia tips her head up and feels small as she looks into the endless void, so vast and dark and lonely that she shivers, afraid that it might reach down and pluck her up into it where she’ll be lost forever. It’s a familiar ache, a sadness that comes from feeling disconnect...