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Botanist Pair lore - All i did was to replace the dragons name with [name] and the name of the clan with [Clan] . If u want the code where the lore writer is and their shop just toss me a pm here or at flight rising.
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second dragon[name] was born here, and he’d never dream of leaving again. He was fortunate to hatch in plague lands, as dragons elsewhere may not have been so tolerant of his… stench. From the moment he hatched, [name] had a truly impressive case of bad breath. Even other plague hatchlings found it overpowering. It never bothered the young wildclaw; in fact, he hardly seemed to notice the other hatchlings at all. Always in his own little world, with only flies to keep him company, [name] was content.
The malodourous wildclaw took a particular interest in nature, botany, and rot. A botanist from a neighboring clan offered to train him in exchange for work. At first, the clan was glad to be rid of his stench, but over the weeks that followed they realized the odd wildclaw had been an integral sort of presence in the clan, and it just wasn’t the same without him. They started to miss his random appearances, strange comments, and unexpected smiles. A few even missed his stench.
After almost a year, [name]’s training was complete, his debt to the botanist paid, and his time was once again entirely his own. For two months he wandered the Scarred Wasteland, exploring with no real destination in mind. He took a few samples here and there, enjoyed an outlook over the Abiding Boneyard, and slept on the dirt when he was tired. It was a dangerous time and a dangerous place, roving swarms of Mirrors consumed anything in their path. Bulbophyllum was careful to stalk far from the edges of passing swarms, and, by some miracle, managed to avoid conflict with passing strangers. Perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps passing dragons could smell him from a mile away and avoided him. Regardless, his time wandering was an enjoyable one. All good things must come to an end, and one day the wildclaw simply decided it was time to go home.
Time to go home, and time to put what he had learned to good use. The trek home was a long one, through miles and miles of hostile land and searing heat. His water cache was low and his lips parched when he sighted his home clan for the first time in a year. The cavernous den was a welcome sight, offering the promise of shade and water and rest. Before he could reach the entrance, however, a voice called out his name. At first it was an uncertain voice, but it called again, and this time it was excited. Suddenly, [name] found himself surrounded by his clanmates, all unusually happy to see him. When he opened his mouth to speak, they all took a couple of steps back, but the joy in their eyes did not falter. The clan was glad to have their odd friend back, but they definitely hadn’t missed his stench. The wildclaw spent the next few hours recounting before the clan all he had done. They looked on with interest while he spoke of his apprenticeship, and with wonder as he described his time in the Scarred Wasteland, wandering alone.
[name] quickly earned a reputation as one with a great love for all things related to the rot. Dragons from distant clans and foreign regions came to see if the wildclaw really smelled as bad as everyone said he did. One day a strange wildclaw with Plague eyes and a rot disease came to him. She called herself [name] , and she also suffered from bad smell from the rot which had almost consumed her wings. [name]was eager to meet [name]and he thought she was beautiful. She decided to stay with the clan, and the pair fell in love. [name] still likes to joke that it was “love at first smell.”
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;- Lore by GrinningFox. Shop link click here[/quote][name] was abandoned young. Left near the edge of the Scarred Wasteland to fend for herself. She never knew why they left her there all alone, but she always suspected it had to do with her wings. She was born with shredded wings. The thin ribbons of cartilage that remained would never be enough to fly. In the borderlands she managed to survive, fighting for her life and finding shelter wherever she could. The days were long and hot, and food was scarce. Her lifestyle provided few opportunities to bathe, and she developed a particular odor. Life was never easy, but [name] was a survivor. She spent years in the wastes, wandering alone. Occasionally, [name] passed near border clans, sometimes she even stayed the night with the more welcoming ones. They rarely asked her questions, and she was always gone by morning.
It was an unusually cool afternoon in the desert when she encountered the strange, plantlike growth. After taking a quick sniff, a segment of the growth latched onto her face. She recoiled, stumbling backwards, but the roots were already enveloping her snout. She tried to roar, but could no longer open her mouth. As she thrashed, clawing at the roots in silence, she heard a voice. It was a gentle voice, a calm voice, and it urged her to relax, to be still. In a few seconds she stopped thrashing, stilled by the voice. The roots had already covered her eyes, but she felt a claw gently brush along her snout. She twitched, but otherwise remained motionless. The voice, low and calm, but quick, sounded almost… excited. In between reassurances, the voice was eagerly assessing the root’s growth, muttering about rare plant life. Within minutes, the stranger had loosened the roots and [name] was free.
She looked up, blinking, to see a red wildclaw standing over her. In seconds a smell overpowered her senses, the stench of something like rot, a familiar smell for her. He smiled, looking at the root sample he had just obtained. Still muttering about the rare plant, he looked over [name] , checking that she was alright. [name] was stunned to silence, and never even caught his name as he slowly trudged off back into the wastes.
For two weeks, she tracked him. Uncertain whether it would be safe to make contact with this stranger from the wastes. At least he was easy to track, all she had to do was follow the stench. Eventually he came to stop at a clan, and they welcomed him warmly. Shocked, [name] simply turned around, and walked back into the wastes without a word.
Weeks later, [name] found herself wandering back to the clan of that stranger. Perhaps curiosity drew her, perhaps something else. She soon discovered the stranger’s name was [name] , and he was a botanist. He recognized her immediately, and apologized for not introducing himself when they met. He was shy at first, but kind, and [name] decided to stay with the clan, at least for a while. Over time the pair grew closer, and eventual
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