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''The flames that consumed the chieftain died down amidst roars and whoops of joy, grief turned to hope in remembrance of the dead - and indeed, in anticipation of her future return.''<br><br> | ''The flames that consumed the chieftain died down amidst roars and whoops of joy, grief turned to hope in remembrance of the dead - and indeed, in anticipation of her future return.''<br><br> | ||
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− | Such were the legends of the Dragon tribe's beginnings and their lost Queen. Whether there was any truth to it or not was lost to the millennia, with no written record save for the ancient arrangements of stone and carvings in the tribe's home cavern which alluded to some few details of the tribe's history. Indeed, so removed from the myths were the tribe that they operated on tradition rather than faith, partaking in their rituals simply because their predecessors taught them to, living life as carefree and calm as if they were naught but trees bending to the breeze; only the oracles held fast to the spark of hope, wizened queens with minds expanded to openness regarding aetherical whimsy. And only the oracles raised their spirits in anything other than absolute apathy when a girl-kit was born bearing a curious mark at the base of her skull in the shape of a dragon curved double, the night unseasonably stormy and the animals of the forest unnaturally loud.. | + | Such were the legends of the Dragon tribe's beginnings and their lost Queen. Whether there was any truth to it or not was lost to the millennia, with no written record save for the ancient arrangements of stone and carvings in the tribe's home cavern which alluded to some few details of the tribe's history. Indeed, so removed from the myths were the tribe that they operated on tradition rather than faith, partaking in their rituals simply because their predecessors taught them to, living life as carefree and calm as if they were naught but trees bending to the breeze; only the oracles held fast to the spark of hope, wizened queens with minds expanded to openness regarding aetherical whimsy. And only the oracles raised their spirits in anything other than absolute apathy when a girl-kit was born bearing a curious mark at the base of her skull in the shape of a dragon curved double, the night unseasonably stormy and the animals of the forest unnaturally loud.. |
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