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Description: Brokade is a typical gryphon with the front part of a bird
and the hind part of a large cat. The colors of his feathers go from red
to burgundy to pink, purple and blue depending on the light. Personality
wise he's just as changing as his feathers seems to be. One minute he can
be cheery and sunny while the next he'll be angry and easy to irritate.
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A Tale of Disgruntled Beasts
Lahaurtith twitched her faintly glowing blue-with-green-swirled tail
around and felt absolutely horrified. The cavern she'd been given was
stony and bare. Of course it had the bare necessities but nothing that
suggested they were happy to have her here. She'd been swayed by other
dragons to come to Lantessama Isle at the Wyld Hunting parties over at
Mythicalae but she would have thought twice if she'd known this is where
she'd end up.
I ever come here?"
she said, sounding annoyingly pathetic.
Suddenly, a golden speck of light flew in from above. Goldwing had heard
Lahaurtith's plight and was dissatisfied himself. His orange-yellow skin
was annoyingly bright and noticeable and there were far too many people
about the isle who wanted to make sure he kept out of trouble. But
Goldwing liked trouble. In fact he loved the thrill it brought. When he'd
first gotten to Lantessama things had been okay. Mischief had been
tolerated to some extent. But after those shadow dragons took it too far
the policing had grown unbearable.
to get out of
Goldwing told the dragoness as he landed on her shoulder.
a deep baritone added as Brokade crawled in from the cavern below.
The sunset-coloured gryphon had been dozing when he'd been drawn by the
sounds of Lahaurtith entering her appointed living space. To be fair the
gryphon wasn't exactly unhappy with his living spaces nor did he feel
watched or encumbered. He had just had enough of the two other resident
gryphons. All they wanted to do was form a club or get to know each other.
Brokade was having none of it. They always came at the worst of times and
after Iced Featheryness had impressed that flurry Rys-Hathian dragon all
he'd wanted to talk about was how cute the damn thing was.
can we go?"
Lahaurtith asked, "Haven't we come here to find a human to
we need to bond
Goldwing asked mischievously.
Brokade nodded, thinking at least Iced Featheryness was good for something
aside from annoying banter.
just let us
go?" Lahaurtith asked.
us to return. But
who says we have
to? We're free spirits."
"Do we even know of
a clutch that would be
appropriate? Somewhere that will
be able to take us
in and where we'd actually want to
stay?" Brokade added.
we can make
"Somewhere I can
play to my
place." Goldwing said, his eyes thinning to slits as a
draconic grin lit up his face with malicious glee, "I've
heard some of
dragons and even
the Laedrys talk
about a recent struggle
called the Death
Court who want
dragon kind from
They believe we should
be free to do
Eavesdropping was about all fun Goldwing had had lately after all. And now
all his sneaking about without giving in to the urges that might have
gotten him caught was paying off.
we find them?"
"They've a hidden
base on the Vella
"And the Laedrys is friendly with
the people at the Vella Crean,
she wouldn't be suspicious of
us venturing there to stand
for a clutch. We just won't tell her which
clutch." Brokade said.
we leave?" Lahaurtith
Brokade is a candidate for the Vella
Crean adjacent Death
::Welcome again, guests and friends of the Death
Court. Some of you have come seeking companionship. Some seeking
alliances. To all of you I say today is an auspicious day. We have long
fought alone against a foe who sees no harm in holding us captive. They
teach our young to be dependent on them. They saddle us, throw ropes
around us, and expect us to carry their burden. We have only ever wished
to live in peace, as free dragons. This is a wish the humans refuse to
indulge, and so we fight for our freedom. Each of you has your own reasons
for being here. None shall be required to follow our creed after today.
All we ask is that when the humans slander us, when they call us murderers
and thieves, remember that we are the Death Court not because we kill, but
because we were shaped by the death they bound us to. They sought to end
us when we no longer became of use to them. Instead, we have taken that
imperative they bred into us and turned it into our beacon of hope. We can
survive without them. We will thrive without them.::
At the conclusion of Naxi'im's speech, a great tumult went up from the
dragons of the Death Court who had squeezed into a spot in the cavern.
Some of the guests looked surprised by the sudden blast of noises. Others
Naxi’im settled down on his perch and turned his attention to the eggs.
It did not take long for guests and Court members alike to follow his
lead. At the first resounding crack from one of the eggs, all chatter,
mental and verbal, fell away and the full attention of all present settled
on the eggs.
Shortly into the hatching, five more eggs hatched. The hatchlings came
together, exploring their immediate surroundings before they struck out
toward the candidates.
The first to make a move was a pale yellow riddled with specks from
Asimath’s clutch. She meandered toward the candidates, taking her time
to sniff her way across the sands and examine each potential in turn.
While she weighed her options, a brown sped past her and headed up to the
collection of oddities from Lantessama.
::Lahaurtith, you dream of great things. I dream
of them too. Take me with you, wherever you go,:: the brown
hatchling said. Streaks of red, like dried blood, marked his muzzle and
Life is going
to be so much
around,:: the Wyld dragoness
About halfway through the hatching two eggs smashed into each other,
spilling a pair of startled hatchlings on top of each other. Both
hatchlings were green, though one was such a pale, wispy shade that she
seemed sickly, and the other was such a vibrant shade that many spectators
squinted rather than stare directly at her.
The two greens untangled themselves and split off in separate directions.
As sickly as the pale one looked, she moved with surety in her steps as
she marched straight up to the Lantessama group.
::You’re not a dragon, but you’ll do,::
the hatchling said to Brokade.
of you, Diondolth,::
Brokade retorted. He nudged the dragoness as she cuddled up to his
side. ::You’re not
a gryphon, so
I guess you’re alright.::
Threads of conversation whipped back and forth between the Death Court
dragons in attendance. One of their own had chosen a non-dragon. Was that
normal? Did that mean they could bond anything? That was a terrifying
thought. That was why they kept their children far from the human
And then only seven hatchlings remained by the nests, two purples, two
blues, two reds, and a green. The lighter of the two blues moved first,
angling straight toward a similarly marked green hatchling who had spent
much of the hatching waiting halfway between the nests and the hydragons.
The green and the remaining blue were the next to break away. The green
strutted up to the group from Kynn, her wings held high to show off the
odd streaks of yellow marking her dark hide. She stopped before Erebos. Or
rather, the shadow of Erebos that hovered over the ground. Tilting her
head back, she looked straight up at him.
With a sudden twist and a dive, Erebos swept down and snatched the
hatchling off the ground. A squeal of delight ricocheted off the high
walls of the cavern as he rose back into the air, tossing her playfully up
While Firmuyilth played in the air, her pale blue sibling headed over to
the Lantessama group of oddities. He sniffed first at the gryphon, and
then at the Wyldling, and then at last approached the brightest of the
::You,:: he said. ::You’re
the one. You’re smaller than I expected.::
everything,:: Goldwing retorted. ::You’ll
as you grow, Gukanth.::
When all hatchlings had bonded, the last of which to a dragon who had a
human bond and had severed his ties to her, Naxi'im stood and
::Many of you came here today with memories of
betrayal and abandonment from humans. Mark this moment well. Ymeth has
long served the will of the humans, though his heart lay elsewhere. They
ignored his pain, used him against those he loved, and though we wish it
had not come at such high a price, we could not be prouder of his
accomplishments today. He stands before you a free dragon. Humans have
long walked away from dragonkind, careless of the impact, but today, we
walk away from them!::
A cry went up from the dragons of the Death Court, shaking loose dust from
the ceiling as their voices joined together in a roar of celebration. Naxi’im
let the sound wash over him, rejoicing in the fury of his Court. Then he
lowered his wings and looked down to Ymeth. The Death Court King bowed his
head to the blue dragon.
The death court dragons then chased out the small blue imperial dragon
that had been sent to them on a mission of peace stating that only when
humans had suffered as much as the dragons had that they would allow peace
At last, it was over, and Naxi’im raised his head once more to give the
final announcements of the day.
::Congratulations one and all. It warms my heart
to see so many new links formed. Bonds that will undoubtedly stand the
test of time. Whatever path you take beyond this day, know that you stand
as friends of the Death Court. And as friends, we welcome you to share in
the celebration of such a momentous occasion.:: Naxi’im
paused as cries of excitement and roars of delight shook the stone beneath
his feet. ::My Court has worked hard to provide
for today. Outside you will find a feast befitting an army, a river cool
and swift, entertainment the likes of which you have never seen before. I
invite you, one and all, to celebrate as only we are capable!::
The tumult grew so loud that Naxi’im could scarcely hear himself think,
let alone understand the flurry of conversations whipping from mind to
mind in that moment. He lowered his wings and watched as Death Court and
visitors milled toward the exit of the cavern. The air around him sang
Diondolth who's colour had been dubbed poison cloud green, had grown up to
become a radiant example of free dragon kind. She was a pale green with
brighter markings and wings. Though her personality was gentle and
welcoming, she still showcased the pointy horns and ridge that told anyone
who laid eyes on her that she was, in fact, in charge. So if she chose not
to eat you, you should be happy about it and go out of your way to please
Next to her, Brokade was much smaller, but his warm red-purple sunset hues
shone beautifully. The gryphon had been the talk of many when he'd first
arrived but now, after the original death court hatchlings had grown into
adulthood, he had proven himself a true addition to their creed.
Given Brokade's shifting moods, others had found that it was probably best
to stay out of his hair (or feathers) and that would mean the least
trouble. Those gryphon beaks packed quite a punch after all.
"A little more to the left."
She had opened wide, the skin of her muzzle stretching to accomodate
Brokade looking inside.
The gryphon's head was fully obscured by the dragoness' mouth and both his
front claws were inside.
"Here?" he asked.
"No, my left." she
Brokade turned the other way and sat to work.
"I don't see
between your teeth."
He'd flossed between all of his bond's teeth but nothing had come loose.
So Brokade shimmied backwards and dislodged. Diondolth had tried every
trick in the dragon handbook to clean her teeth but nothing had seemed to
"I don't know what to do..."
"Tell me more
about what you're
feeling." Brokade suggested.
"It's like something's stuck inside me. I
don't even know if it's actually in my teeth. I just feel that my jaw has
been tensing a lot lately."
Brokade tried, "You are adult
now so could it
be some residual growing pains? Something
that needs to settle?"
Diondolth straightened and Brokade knew his bond had thought of something.
"What?" he urged her to
"It must be my mating drive."
she said with a swish of her tail, "I was so
stuck on looking for a solution I didn't consider the thought that it
might be something natural."
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