



HELPED:

Forest







Daydream



ATTACKED BY:



Lita









Mage's Midnight Tunic Apparel A strong linen tunic for the magically inclined. 1500 Mage's Golden Overcoat Apparel An enveloping coat constructed with a variety of hidden pockets and pouches. 1600 Brown Birdskull Headdress Apparel A hefty skull headdress, decorated with brown tribal ribbons, threads, feathers, and beads. Wise dragons warn against the mystical and primal energies that surround pieces like this. 550

E V E N T S



L ita's attack:



Quote: Travel Log:



As for Lita, she kept on going, reaching the bottom of the canyon. This is where true tragedy struck, one the clan would find out about only hours later.

As always, at the bottom was Alec, clan's witch doctor (considered more of a lunatic than a doctor these days), and his faithful apprentice, a female Ridgeback by the strange name of Gravedance. The two spent most of their time examining the rocks, small animal bones and whatever else they could find here, and were taking their time slowly returning back to their Clan. Alec was just in the middle of explaining something to Gravedance, hissing constantly as he spoke, when the sound of small rocks rolling down the cliff caught their attention.



And there was Lita, mid-jump and landing straight on them, knocking Alec down. She followed his scent all the way from the top of the cliffs and couldn't wait to engage in another fight. The numerous bones and pearls he wore rattled as the two fell to the ground, shattering the smaller pieces covering his arms and legs and exposing them to Lita's merciless claws. "Alec!", yelled Grave before rushing over and pushing Lita off her mentor. She found it amazing that Lita, being a rather small Mirror and surprisingly light and thin, held such energy and fought back with stunning force. But the Shade that seeped out of her still opened wounds frightened Grave, despite not understanding what it was. And there was the way it acted as if it was alive, swirling and attaching itself to Grave's arms, as a tentacle would.



"SHADESSSS... It'ssss corupted dragonsss!", Alec yelled out, but Grave was already pulled closer to Lita, who bit the poor Ridgeback, sending small waves of Shade into the open gash. As the strange Coatl rushed to help his friend, Lita was already rushing to find new victims. Something in her deteriorated body screamed in delight, as if what she just did was the right thing, and she must continue doing so.

ASSOCIATES:





Aelwen







Soul



FRIENDS:







Gravedance







Seamus









Sparrow Skull Organics It smells as if it was soaked in... rum? 15 Bone Fragments Organics These are evidence of either unnecessary roughness or extreme carelessness. 15 Tiny Feathers Organics A pair of soft, downy feathers. If you had these in a greater quantity they could be quite useful... 21

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A Oh, look, some more bones., he thought to himself, letting out another hiss. And yes, scattered around were little bone fragments, now partially shattered by his weight. He stared at the fragments for a moment, keeping his foot in the air while absentmindedly letting the drops of blood fall onto the dry ground. Out of sheer boredom, he picked up a rock fitting for his paw and threw it at the bone fragments, shattering them further. The sound made him chuckle, a rare sight as of late, and possibly slightly out of place.



H did look like a magical substance. Without hesitation, he placed a clawed finger into it, then pressed the finger against his snake-like tongue, tasting it. The taste was bitter. Probably from the ground, he thought. The oncoming darkness made him realize how late it was, so he quickly scooped up a bit of the powder, as much as he could fit inbetween his paws, and flew back up, back home, back to his worried father.







e never noticed how quickly time passed while he was out, having fun breaking bones and grinding them into a powder-like substance that glimmered in the sunlight. Each grind made him chuckle louder and louder, until it turned into a proper laughter. "Look, healing powder!", he yelled out, throwing some of the ground bones into air, laughing. He laughed so hard he ended up on his back, holding onto his stomach. When the moment passed, he got up and glanced over at the leftover powder. Glimmering in the fading sunlight, it reallylook like a magical substance. Without hesitation, he placed a clawed finger into it, then pressed the finger against his snake-like tongue, tasting it. The taste was bitter., he thought. The oncoming darkness made him realize how late it was, so he quickly scooped up a bit of the powder, as much as he could fit inbetween his paws, and flew back up, back home, back to his worried father. fter catching a few fishes for a decent-sized meal, he decided it would be time to go. After all, there was nothing more to see here, he thought with a slightly annoyed hiss escaping him. As he got up and took a few steps, his left foot landed on something spiky, piercing his skin and drawing a few drops of blood out., he thought to himself, letting out another hiss. And yes, scattered around were little bone fragments, now partially shattered by his weight. He stared at the fragments for a moment, keeping his foot in the air while absentmindedly letting the drops of blood fall onto the dry ground. Out of sheer boredom, he picked up a rock fitting for his paw and threw it at the bone fragments, shattering them further. The sound made him chuckle, a rare sight as of late, and possibly slightly out of place. aking a stroll wasn't something he did for the first time; he knew this whole area like the feathers in his wings. But he rarely went down to the bottom of the canyons. They simply never appealed to the young dragon, as he found them too plain and boring. Yet one day, exhausting his other options, he dared to jump off the ledge and use his wings to safely land at the bottom. A few hours passed, and he already went up and down the stream more than once. He dared not go too far, for there were Beastclans roaming around, and other Clans had their borders set up. Being the cause of a clan-wide incident was the last thing on his mind. He was a good Coatl that took heed of other's advice and instructions. lec was a lost Coatl. Didn't excel in anything in particular, wasn't interested in becoming a brawler, didn't particularly like books... A young, plain Coatl. No matter what his father offered to him to try and spark interest, he just couldn't get into it.















____ H powder should be kept in bags, not paws!), but a small amount survived until he got to his own part of the lair. He dropped it on a piece of cloth placed in the corner, serving no purpose up until that moment, and tied the ends of it together, making a small bag out of it. Before tying, though, he took one more taste with his clawed finger. It wasn't that bad after all.



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A lec was not evil, oh no. He never showed not a single trace of malice, not towards his father or any of his clan brethren and sisters. If you asked him, he was just misunderstood. Or, at least that's what he would have told you many months ago. As of late, all he spoke of were magical properties. At least, when you could understand him. Most of his language deteriorated back to hissing sounds, something his species long forgot and considered lost in their primal past.





year had passed, and Alec was not the same old dragon he once was. Black tunic covered in a golden overcoat that magicians wore made him look impressive, but the bird skulls... Oh, the numerous bird skulls he used to adorn himself, his clothing, his lair! He plucked out some of his own feathers and used them as decorations by tying them together with strings, added beads he made himself from rocks and stone found in the canyons and around. He used to plead with his father to bring him more materials, foreign one's from other lands he visited... But not anymore. The moment he placed that huge skull on his head and announced his leave, his father felt he had no control over the whelp anymore. In fact, later, when he gave it some thought, he realized the whelp spun out of control long ago, at some time in the depth of the canyon, while grinding bones for fun. very dragon that knew him or his father was surprised by the sudden passion with which Alec spent day in and out, gathering materials or studying in the library. Some found it strange, some admired his newfound passion. His father felt a bit of both, but was mostly glad his son found a purpose in life, so he let his sometimes peculiar behavior pass, like the fact Alec himself tasted and tried out every potion he brewed or every plant he gathered. Even some inedible materials, like stone or feathers, Alec just had to try them out, be it raw or ground up into powder. It was pure miracle that that whelp kept his health through it all. y the next afternoon, Alec already spent biggest part of the morning in the library. Gravestone helped him pick out books that told about healing and magical properties of natural items, like plants, organic materials and some animals, and the young Coatl spent most of that day studying them; much to surprise of his father and the rest of the Clan mates. Last few hours of daylight he spent back down, in the canyon, gathering more bones of various animals, meticulously sorting them according to the animal they used to form, and grinding them. This time he was prepared, carrying pieces of leather and string around his waist, to form more bags out of. e lost most of it while flying (), but a small amount survived until he got to his own part of the lair. He dropped it on a piece of cloth placed in the corner, serving no purpose up until that moment, and tied the ends of it together, making a small bag out of it. Before tying, though, he took one more taste with his clawed finger. It wasn't that bad after all.







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