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This is a story about one of my dragons at flightrising.com

Part 2: [link]

Optional Written Story: (optional)
Queen. Mother of all, second only to the Plaguebringer in the eyes of her clan. There was excitement within the ranks as her second clutch of eggs rested in the nesting grounds. Young Wasp was curious about his new siblings, as he had been an only egg.
Soon the eggs hatched. Rogue and his brother were both energetic right from the start and would play-fight often. A good sign in their mother's eyes. Their sister Grub was much quieter, though she'd play tricks on her brothers quite often. Wasp found that having younger siblings wasn't as exciting as he though it might be..

As they grew somewhat, Rogue observed what he could and learned that he desired something that he could never have if he stayed. Freedom. His older brother Wasp was held in high regard by their mother, and Grub clearly displayed cleverness and stealth. Even his other brother seemed like he'd survive okay, for he was well built. Rogue however, felt that what he had inherited from his mother was a curse in this place, for he wished to be independent.. and his mother would not tolerate that in the years to come. And so he left. Grub followed him for a while, trying to call him back. He refuses until she finally turned back, wishing him luck. She would make sure mother did not know of him running, she promised

Rogue, though young as he was, managed to catch enough food to survive, even resorting to insects on occasion despite not liking the way they tasted. He wandered aimlessly across the Plaguebringer's realm, avoiding the place he once called home. He occasionally got into fights with other small scavengers, though one actually started following him.. and came to be considered a friend.. Something Rogue had never had before. Everything else in the wilds were clearly very much not friends, and many creatures were pretty good at being not food as well. This Rogue learned the hard way when he tried to have something other than skunk or rabbit for dinner.

As time moved forward, so did Rogue. He found himself at the very edge of Wandering Contagion, and could see beautiful green in the distance. The kind of green that meant living plant life. He crossed one of the many rot tendrils that reached across the open water, and found himself among grass and bamboo. He had found the realm of the Windsinger. He didn't get very far however, as he had little to eat for days, and he was not used to the odd terrain and wind currents of the Reedcleft Ascent. The young mirror soon found himself falling, and crashing, onto a much lower edge. Luckily, a native wind dragon happened to be in the area..

If not for Blot on FR (Blotberry ), this story wouldn't exist. It was from them that I bought Rogue, and when I tied his story back to their clan's story, they wrote his sister's story reflecting that. c:
My username on FR is Silcoon.

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Description
This is a story about one of my dragons at flightrising.com

Part 2: [link]

Optional Written Story: (optional)
Queen. Mother of all, second only to the Plaguebringer in the eyes of her clan. There was excitement within the ranks as her second clutch of eggs rested in the nesting grounds. Young Wasp was curious about his new siblings, as he had been an only egg.
Soon the eggs hatched. Rogue and his brother were both energetic right from the start and would play-fight often. A good sign in their mother's eyes. Their sister Grub was much quieter, though she'd play tricks on her brothers quite often. Wasp found that having younger siblings wasn't as exciting as he though it might be..

As they grew somewhat, Rogue observed what he could and learned that he desired something that he could never have if he stayed. Freedom. His older brother Wasp was held in high regard by their mother, and Grub clearly displayed cleverness and stealth. Even his other brother seemed like he'd survive okay, for he was well built. Rogue however, felt that what he had inherited from his mother was a curse in this place, for he wished to be independent.. and his mother would not tolerate that in the years to come. And so he left. Grub followed him for a while, trying to call him back. He refuses until she finally turned back, wishing him luck. She would make sure mother did not know of him running, she promised

Rogue, though young as he was, managed to catch enough food to survive, even resorting to insects on occasion despite not liking the way they tasted. He wandered aimlessly across the Plaguebringer's realm, avoiding the place he once called home. He occasionally got into fights with other small scavengers, though one actually started following him.. and came to be considered a friend.. Something Rogue had never had before. Everything else in the wilds were clearly very much not friends, and many creatures were pretty good at being not food as well. This Rogue learned the hard way when he tried to have something other than skunk or rabbit for dinner.

As time moved forward, so did Rogue. He found himself at the very edge of Wandering Contagion, and could see beautiful green in the distance. The kind of green that meant living plant life. He crossed one of the many rot tendrils that reached across the open water, and found himself among grass and bamboo. He had found the realm of the Windsinger. He didn't get very far however, as he had little to eat for days, and he was not used to the odd terrain and wind currents of the Reedcleft Ascent. The young mirror soon found himself falling, and crashing, onto a much lower edge. Luckily, a native wind dragon happened to be in the area..

If not for Blot on FR (Blotberry ), this story wouldn't exist. It was from them that I bought Rogue, and when I tied his story back to their clan's story, they wrote his sister's story reflecting that. c:
My username on FR is Silcoon.

Photoshop
Paper texture-[link]