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Serenade looked around the small clearing.
It wasn't much, a small nest and an equally small lair, nestled in the heart of the Viridian Labyrinth, but it was hers.
She clawed on the back of a tree, digging deep into the bark. Mine. They would know it for hers, her lair. Her clan.
Not a clan yet; a clan required more than one dragon. A mate, at least, and then mates for the eggs, and so on. Without a mate, she didn't have a lair so much as she had a very cozy, very lonely hideout from her mother's clan.
She took to the skies. The lair was the first step; the second step was claiming it. She let out a bellow, a dragon-call.
This is my land.
There weren't many clans in the Everbloom Gardens now; it was one of the reasons Serenade had picked this area. Nobody was likely to say to her this is too close to my lair. Go away. Nobody was likely to snarl and bite her until she said No, this is your land, and your clan. At least not until she was big enough to support herself and her clan.
But it was possible... yes. There, on the horizon, a speck of bright green and red. Not another Guardian, as she'd hoped, but there was merit to be had in the Tundra dragons as well.
He circled twice before coming to hover near her and bow his head. Not a talkative one, then. Serenade tilted her head towards the lair. There were things that didn't need words, and he would do just fine for those.
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Serenade looked around the small clearing.
It wasn't much, a small nest and an equally small lair, nestled in the heart of the Viridian Labyrinth, but it was hers.
She clawed on the back of a tree, digging deep into the bark. Mine. They would know it for hers, her lair. Her clan.
Not a clan yet; a clan required more than one dragon. A mate, at least, and then mates for the eggs, and so on. Without a mate, she didn't have a lair so much as she had a very cozy, very lonely hideout from her mother's clan.
She took to the skies. The lair was the first step; the second step was claiming it. She let out a bellow, a dragon-call.
This is my land.
There weren't many clans in the Everbloom Gardens now; it was one of the reasons Serenade had picked this area. Nobody was likely to say to her this is too close to my lair. Go away. Nobody was likely to snarl and bite her until she said No, this is your land, and your clan. At least not until she was big enough to support herself and her clan.
But it was possible... yes. There, on the horizon, a speck of bright green and red. Not another Guardian, as she'd hoped, but there was merit to be had in the Tundra dragons as well.
He circled twice before coming to hover near her and bow his head. Not a talkative one, then. Serenade tilted her head towards the lair. There were things that didn't need words, and he would do just fine for those.
http://flightrising.com/index.php
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