Nidus Silva was not so much of a proper Nidus as it was a loose gathering of creatures that had, at some point, come from a variety of lands where villages, borders, and a sense of community spirit were held in sanctity above the wild beating of their animal hearts. It was a conglomeration of tree huts, log-hewn cabins, earth-hewn and magically shaped dens, and glades where trees had been felled for those who wanted out of the elements.
If Nidus Silva were to be represented by one mascot, anything at all, it would be a pine, or a spruce, maybe. Nidus Silva had trees in abundance, and the dragons that lived there liked it that way.
It was a place where humans and the concept of bonding, of joining one's mind to a being far one's inferior, had been left by the way-side... for the most part. Those dragons who possessed a bond were tolerated of course; perhaps they were talked about when out of hearing or telepathic reach in the same way that one who has an unfortunately dull sibling or parent to care for is emptily sympathized for.
Humans, then, were not especially welcomed.
Because of this, it was worrisome when Dimasasehiel Imabrosia and Raminiel Nathanurin announced that they were planning on visitors for their children to take away. None of their get -- both litters of them -- had been predisposed towards bonding as a measure of life or death. In fact, Supernals were not known to bond save in adulthood, when they made the choice of free will.
Dimasasehiel, however, would not hear of the protestations of the Nidus. Raminiel was somewhat less vociferous about her opinion, but truth be told, she was running out of stories to tell her little ones. She had filled their heads with so many tales of her exploits across the Nexus that they had gotten it into their heads that they wanted to go out on their own, but they were not quite old enough. The first litter, toppling over the verge of pubescence and finding hair growing in longer, and in a different colour than their baby-down fur, were on the cusp of traveling for themselves. The younger litter, still retaining a bit of baby chub that made their early attempts at flying anywhere from painful to watch to hilarious, depending upon who you asked, were hot on their tails and even if their Supernal parents had wanted to restrain them, it was unlikely that they'd be able to force them to stay.
Such was the way of life. A human could be bull-headed, but a dragon was a
dragon, and so the call went out not for bonders, but for caretakers, or friends, or guides who could be trusted to watch over the litter of do-gooders and trouble-makers until the Supernal children could live on their own.
Rules
-Sponsors require a storybit.
-Sponsors
must be 'good' aligned, or at least not 'evil'. Morally ambiguous characters are okay, but when push comes to shove they need to be the kind who will do the right thing and think of the greater good.
-One per person.
-No pure-white Supernals.
-Supernal colours will be based off of the parents to some extent (
here and
here respectively) but some colours will be loosely linked to your story in some way. Your character's appearance, personality, homeland, or OOC background may have some effect on the offspring. Colours will combine to create a specific unique ability for your dragon.
-First-come-first-served until the dragons run out!
-Dragons must be paged within one month of receiving 'em or I take them back.
When you have a story done, give me a link along with the character's name and I'll return with a dragon for you. No waiting for the entire clutch to fill!
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I hope thats alright. I've forgotten I think, how to write long stories.
