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[Deercan]

Username: Deercan
Flit name: Verya
Pronouns: He/him, they/them

Blood colour: Verya's blood, which has rarely been spilled, is said to be the same, glowing colour of their scales, and turns into gold when hitting solid ground.
Magical ability: Legends tell stories that Verya has the power to make things dissolve, no matter how strong the object, into cloudy mist.
Prompt answer: res with the hoard being their collection of gold, swords and helmets from those he has defeated

Varya, lord of no-man's land
Many, dead, upon his hands
He is fierce, and no one's knife,
Could ever defeat his burning strife
This great beast, with eyes that 'flow',
Would never see true happiness glow
Until, one day, as the saying goes,
The little one that travels to and fro
Will appear and make beast's head, to toe,
Fill with delight, and make a cheery smile, grow.

Story so far:

In the tree covered landscape, no rodent or waterfowl made a sound. Even the bravest mountain lion halted their mighty roar and ducked deep under the outlook of their small valley home. It wasn't a daily routine, although the animals of this ecosystem knew it by heart. A million hearts sped up, shivering in fear of what was approaching nearby. A grand shadow blocked out the hot sun for a few moments, hovering in the air. Great wing beats shook the tops of trees as they carried the beast to it's huge, craggy, shimmering mountain den. Upon closer view from the few stupidly brave animals, the outside of this shiny outlook was covered in the armor, helmets and swords of the strong knights who tried and failed to defeat the beast lurking inside. The beast ducked inside, tail lashing.

This huge monster, known as Varya, let out a bone chilling roar. There, in the middle of his grand hoard of silver and gold treasures, was a lowly human. It let out a shriek, and, arms full of treasures, darted for the entrance. It was too late, as the big blue dragon flit scooped it up, and brought it close to scaly face, eyes glowing in the deep dark.
"Foolish, puny human. Why do you even try to steal my riches? You should have known that your end was waiting here." Without a final word, he clutched the human tightly in his clawed hand, and it dissolved into a cloudy mist, before fading into the sunlight of the den entrance. It's silver helmet fell to the ground, it's echoing clatter ringing around the dark, solid walls. Varya let out a hearty, evil laugh, knocking his new treasure into the pile with his long, dangerous tail.

[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Flit name:
Pronouns: he/him, they/them

Blood colour: His blood is a ghostly silver, just like the glow around him and his tears.
Magical ability: He is able to shape shift at will.
Prompt answer:

I have always known I was different.. not in a bad way, necessarily. Not a good one either, though. Good or bad, that simply depended on how I chose to act.
But isn’t that how it is with all of us?
I, quite simply am magic. Not just in the typical way, everyone has a soul sort of nonsense. But I can change forms at will, keeping my characteristics while taking on those of another species. But, even with all the changes this caused, one thing remains constant. I suppose it stems from my dragon-like appearance. Perhaps I’m not a full flit after all, but what do I care? I’m me, and that’s all that really matters, now isn’t it. If I have a tendency to hoard because of it? Well, a little extra protectiveness, a few extra trinkets, and a bit more magic never hurt anyone..
Never hurt anyone on my good side at least.
Children are blessed creatures, and their imaginations call forth the most interesting of things. They have a fascination with the strange, the small. Oddities. They collect anything that may strike their fancy. I suppose I take after them in that way.. my quarters are full of rocks, amulets, strange looking contraptions. A necklace that plays the song called forth by the magic within you. A crystal that glows with the optimism of those around it. Maybe I should not keep all these little things, but I find myself quite taken with them. I don’t believe there’s any harm in a few oddities, now is there?
I’ve always loved children, and the innocent wonder they bring to everything. There’s not much better than watching them laugh, smile, grow, learn. I suppose then that it was only natural I would start a school for them. Every new child that joins my school is a new child of my own. I spend any time I can getting to know them personally. They are the future, and I want to make it a good one. Perhaps it is weird for a headmaster to be willing to die for even a single one of his children, but if so perhaps it should not be. Maybe it is a strange trait of my own nature, but these children? They are Mine, and I will not let any harm come to them.

[Chimericect]

Username || Chimericect
Flit name ||
Pronouns || She / Her

Blood colour || Black
Magical ability || Mind manipulation

Seems rather basic, however it’s helped her quite a bit in her efforts. She can’t fully mind control someone, only send strong suggestions that, for the most part, they won’t want to resist. She never uses it with ill intention, she simply uses it to question those that intrude her home in belief she has valuable treasure, and to learn more about where they came from. After all, she loves to learn about the stories of others.
Prompt answer ||

”Everyone has a story. You one into my layer and demand I show you my treasure, well how about this: we make a trade. Tell me about yourself, tell me everything that you remember and know about yourself. Then, and only then, will I allow you to see my hoard.”

Reserve with stories >:)
God i’m in love

[revvington]

Mark

[saraphena]

mork

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*bursts in door*
What in tarnation is going on here
(if anyone needs art for this comp, I want to try to challenge myself with this... so pm me!)

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[Senbonzakura]

Can this be extended please?

I wanna try entering

[paopu]

not sure if this ended up extended -if not disregard this please but just in case:

Username: Blaytz
Flit name: Kindrali
Pronouns: they/them

Blood colour: bright blue
Magical ability:
Word stealing
Prompt answer:
Long ago there was a legend that said when you journeyed into the mountains you needed to watch your words. Hold a word too closely, or say a true word too loudly, and a word eater would pull it from your lips, never to be returned. Many words were lost this way - pulled from the memories of those who's words were eaten. In turn, the word eaters would absorb the words, take them into their being and reflect it in their natures. A traveler longing for heat would lose the word for fire - while the eater who stole the word would, in turn, take on a fiery glow. This continued for centuries until, one day, an adventurer went up the mountain to exterminate the word eaters.

The adventurer nearly succeeded. She cut through word eater after word eater until finally she came to Kindrali, stripping away their words as they exchanged blows. Finally, in a desperate grasp to stay alive, Kindrali used all their power to reach out for the word the Adventurer held dearest: resolve. They stole her resolve and she crumbled, but not without leaving Kindrali badly wounded and low on words. Fortunately, the one word they had left was that hero's determination. It would take time, but they would recover, and they would regain their arsenal of words, of this they were certain.

For the past few centuries they've been sleeping and slumbering as they and theirs faded into legend, but the time for resting is now over. Kin is ready to awaken again and begin the hard work of rebuilding their hoard.