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Selling my FR account?

Journal Entry: Thu Nov 20, 2014, 7:27 PM


Hello peepels. I'm curious. If I were to sell my account on Flight Rising, that means the user name, all the dragons, all the treasure, all the gems, would that be desirable? I don't use it anymore, and the dragons don't have any energy to battle, but that's easily fixed with gathering for food. I was a Kickstarter pledger, but I already sold some of the Kickstarter items. But most of my dragons have good color genes and I have a good amount of stuff stored up. How much do you think the entire account would go for?

One last question: Would it be icky to sell it? Like, make a profit off an account for a site that's still developing? What do you think?


Never mind, selling accounts is against their Terms of Service.

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Marine Creature by IrisDesertI Don't Mind by kenketMark of the tiger by GaudiBuendiaAway From Dawn by SilverbirchTHE VAULT 2 by Jolien-RosanneGod's Vengeance by AdalfyreForest Serenity by EternaLegendJuly by JoaRosa
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EZERELLA COULD NOT explain the events of the following days, weeks, months. When she had brought Link's horse to the stables, she had stripped her of reins and saddle. She told the stableman that the mare had been found galloping from the Field toward Gerudo Valley, and the keeper took her in willingly. Ezerella convinced Link that going out to the bazaar would not be a problem, as long as he acted like he'd always been there. The village, more of a city, was large enough for people to be unfamiliar.

The two of them decided to purchase a common Gerudo delicacy from a marketplace vendor. Ezerella had asked for some pastries, and the vendor replied, "How many dear?"

"Two, please," she replied.

The vendor gave her a look that hinted at judgment, remarking somewhat rudely that she must be rather hungry to spend her money on two pastries. Ezerella and Link walked away, and although the girl was rather confused, Link made no comment on the situation.

The days continued this way, and Ezerella returned to her duty as a sentry. Link kept saying he couldn't stay long, but ended up setting up a small kiosk selling his personal carvings—masks, small statues, tools, anything anyone asked him for. The business was doing so well that he stayed for much longer than he had initially stated.

He also became quite a display for the women. Being one of the only men in the whole city, many of them flocked to his tent merely to pass yearning glances and comment on his interesting clothes. Although he was quite the reserved gentleman, Ezerella caught him showing off on occasion.

Now that Link was becoming well-known to the Gerudo, problems arose when Ezerella felt her heart flutter in his presence. She was of the lowest class in the tribe, thanks to her refusal to become a warrior. Lower class women of the Gerudo were not allowed to choose men that the upper class women found interest in. It was a matter of blood—and the constantly looming possibility of the woman yielding a son. The last Gerudo king lived nearly a century ago, which meant the birth of a son was in the near future. Any other time and Ezerella could have possibly gotten away with courting Link, but with the prospect of a male Gerudo hanging over the tribe's shoulders, she would be sentenced to death if she birthed him.

Koume herself, surrounded by a guard of three warriors, ventured from the confines of the Gerudo Palace one day in search of Link. She found him in his tent carving away at a mask with an interestingly-shaped blade. Ezerella was taking her midday break as a sentry and had come to visit him. As Koume neared them, the surrounding people began bowing their heads respectfully, causing Ezerella and Link to look up. "Stand," Ezerella whispered as she ducked her head. Link did so and bowed deeply at the waist, blue eyes resting on Koume.

The Gerudo princess was undoubtedly beautiful, and Ezerella felt her stomach churn. Her burgundy, wavy hair stopped at her waist, held back by a blue headband that dangled jewels in front of her golden eyes. Her tan-skinned face was partially concealed with a sheened veil of blue that connected to the headband above her slightly pointed ears. Robes of blue and black blanketed her shoulders, protecting her skin from the harsh rays of the sun.

"Link of the North?" she said with a slightly lifted chin, eyes scrutinizing her guest.

Link straightened and nodded at the princess. "Your Highness," he said. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

Koume's gold eyes flashed with amusement. "I am at quite a loss," she said, voice like velvet. "Usually visitors come to me before setting up shop and making a life amongst my people." Her eyes flitted toward Ezerella for the briefest of moments.

"It is my fault, Princess," Link said. "I should have come to you sooner."

Koume tilted her head to the side slightly, eyeing Link carefully. "I must say, normally my patience would be quite tested and I would dispose of you immediately." She smirked. "But your presence seems to delight my people." The women around them giggled girlishly and Ezerella felt her jaw set against the tension. "I must ask that you take to learning the etiquette of the Gerudo before furthering your stay."

Link nodded. "I have already learned much from my dear friend, Ezerella."

Ezerella felt her stomach lurch. It wasn't as if she'd done anything wrong, but now that Koume knew of their friendship she would stop at nothing to end it, even if it meant exiling the Gerudo.

Koume's cold eyes didn't leave Link's handsome face. "I assure you that you can learn much more from our more learned women."

Ezerella felt the warmth seep from her body, even in the intense desert heat. All eyes were between her and Link, and she wanted nothing more than to run and hide from their scrutinizing glares.

Link simply bowed his head in response, and Koume nodded satisfactorily. "I formally welcome you, Link of the North, into the Gerudo tribe," she announced. "Please make yourself at home." With that, the princess turned on her heel and returned to the palace.

The women slowly dispersed, still giggling and chattering about the occurrence. Link merely sat back down on the roll beneath the tent and returned to his carving.

"I should get back," Ezerella said, fastening her veil.

"She did not seem all that interested in you," Link said suddenly, examining an indentation on his mask.

Ezerella paused, looking down at him. "I'm not very significant in the eyes of the court."

"You are significant in the eyes of me," Link said softly, looking up at her with smiling eyes. Ezerella said nothing and left the bazaar toward her sentry tower.

Days passed and many women had professed their interest in Link. He always expressed how flattered he was but kindly turned them down, explaining that he was not there for such purposes. He was given his own quarters on the other side of the city in the upper class region, but he would often spend time with Ezerella in her small room by the hearth. Eventually she asked him a question she had been dreading and anticipating for weeks. She asked him where he'd come from.

"The north," said Link as if it was the only possible explanation.

"But where in the north?" Ezerella insisted. "The only further north you can be in Hyrule is the City of Stone, and you don't look like a Goron to me."

Link smiled, tucking a lock of fiery red hair behind her ear. "I wish I could tell you," he said quietly. "I am not from Hyrule, but I am Hylian."

Ezerella was not content with his answer, but smiled. "Clearly you are not from Hyrule since you seemed to know nothing about the Gerudo before you arrived."

"But I know now," Link said, face inches from hers. "And I know that no matter what happens, no matter what the Gerudo princess does, I will always be yours."

Ezerella wasn't entirely caught off guard by the words, but she did feel her heart leap at his proximity.

The tension of wrongness hanging over their heads like a palpable viscosity, the two of them pressed onto Ezerella's bedroll. The Gerudo exclaimed many times that they shouldn't be together followed by a stream of kisses down Link's bare chest, but the strange Hylian paid no attention. He pressed against her hungrily, sweat rolling off their bodies and onto the matted floor. He tasted the salt on her skin and felt her lips on his, crying out to each other in pleasure. In that beautiful, frozen moment, Ezerella couldn't possibly begin to regret her actions. However the moment ended and reality swarmed her senses, and everything began to dawn on her. Suddenly regret ebbed the wonderful sensations until her heart was pounding from anxiety, not excitement.
28 years earlier...

THE PEOPLE OF the Gerudo desert were, as the higher classes of Castle Town took pleasure in naming them, cultural mutts. Only the pure Gerudo were female, which made pureblood Gerudo incredibly rare; thus the dark-skinned fiery-haired desert women had to make do with the Hylian and human travelers that wandered into the sandy region and lost their way in the swirling dust. The people of Hyrule often clung to the stereotype that the Gerudo women captured their male counterparts, did their business, and then exiled the men into the hot, dry desert for them to wander helplessly to their deaths with no food or water. The validity of these stereotypes was questionable, since not many people dared venture anywhere near the Gerudo Desert who hoped to live to tell the tale.

Of course it wasn't their fault that the pure Gerudo population consisted solely of women; their elders and soothsayers claim that an ancient evil cursed their race to die out gradually and miserably, providing them with one male descendent every hundred years. The Gerudo made do, however, living resignedly with the mix of desert people and Hylian.

Years went by and "Gerudo" was no longer a term for a race, but for a tribal people. Pure Gerudo simply did not exist anymore, and the term was attached to the city outside the desert, not the race. The Gerudo had to settle with being called Hylians, although their connection with the ancient goddess was more or less nonexistent.

Ezerella often dreamed that she would be swept away by a Hylian prince straight from the courts of Hyrule Castle. It was rumored that he had a son, and Ezerella's heart leapt at the news. But years went by and no such handsome knight appeared in the midst of the Gerudo Desert.

The Gerudo maiden had shockingly red hair with deep brown skin and amber-colored eyes. Her looks were not above par, but not below it either, and she didn't even have the fighting spirit of the Gerudo warriors. Upon refusal to take up in the Gerudo warrior fleet, Koume Dragmire, the tribe's princess and leader at the time, positioned her as a sentry atop one of the many looming towers. It was Ezerella's one and only job to spot intruders as soon as they crested the horizon and swiftly inform Koume's attendants.

For a young girl with a heightened imagination and a tendency toward romanticism, Ezerella found the task incredibly boring. She stood alone at the top of a shaded tower, gazing at the soaring turrets of Hyrule Castle. She imagined the city beneath it, Castle Town, bustling with handsome men, slender women, playful children with their toys and games. There was certainly nothing wrong with her Gerudo heritage; she had a mother and sister whom she loved dearly and would not leave for the world. But her heart ached for something beyond the sentry tower, something beyond the sedentary lifestyle that was assigned to her.

Although Ezerella had no idea what caused her inattentive stupor, it was clear that her daydreaming caught her up in some sort of fantastical reverie just as a lone traveler made his way across Hyrule Field, a steed of deep ebony bringing him closer and closer to the mountains bordering the desert. His handsome features suggested he was in his twenties at least, although his hair was of a shimmering silver that flashed white in the glare of the sun. The traveler's cloak around his shoulders was a deep royal cobalt, covering a tunic of blue and gold. His boots were made of dodongo leather, bleached a pale brown from years of exposure to sunlight. But his most striking accessory, which brought Ezerella straight out of her reverie, was a white feather tucked into a band around his head, so large and wispy that Ezerella was sure it had to have belonged to one of the ancient birds given as gifts from the Goddess to her precious Hylians. It was also this feature that stopped her from immediately sending word to Koume about the traveler's presence, and that caused her to climb down from the sentry tower and rush over to the main gates herself.

"Just where do you think you're off to?" another guard shouted as she pushed by. She gave no reply, walking swiftly through the marketplace and across the main bazaar's dusty center. When she finally reached the main gates, open during the day, the traveler had already covered an impressive distance and was passing through the mountainous ridge. Ezerella spun around to cast an anxious glance at the guards pacing the main bazaar, who hadn't yet noticed the encroaching horseman. Her mind raced. She couldn't temporarily steal a horse from the stables without being noticed, but she couldn't run out into the open valley to meet with a strange traveler bearing crests dissimilar to those of Hyrule. Was he from a bordering country, one that Ezerella had only heard faint whispers about from the wanderers that the Gerudo women took in.

Without thinking, the sentry tied her facial sash around her mouth and nose to keep sand out of her breath and rushed outside the Gerudo walls. Growing up she had never had the chance to practice the stealth magic most of the warriors knew, but she made do with the billowing sands to conceal her. The horseman had already made it past the ridge and was slowing his steed, who was finding the shifting sands difficult. As he dismounted, Ezerella noticed a bundle of saddlebags strapped to the horse's load. Perhaps the traveler had been looking for a place to stay.

Ezerella wasn't even sure why she had been determined to hide the wanderer's presence, but she hurried over to him nonetheless. As the sandy wind thinned out by the base of the mountains, she could see his face more clearly. His eyes were the pale blue of the sky and his facial features were so strikingly handsome that Ezerella couldn't look away. The man gave her a polite smile and curt nod.

"Hello," he said, voice deep and yet soft. "Are you a member of the Gerudo tribe?"

"Our leader is very strict on visitors," she said simply. "You must follow me."

The stranger grabbed his horse's reins and coaxed it through the sand as he followed Ezerella down a side path around the tribe's walls. "What is your name?" he asked.

Everything in Ezerella's common sense told her to keep silent until they reached the inner city. But her heart seemed to stop for this mysterious man and she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Ezerella Loradire," she answered quietly. "I am a sentry of the Gerudo."

The man nodded. "I am Link of the North," he said in response.

Although Ezerella's expression remained stoic, she smiled inwardly. The name was so common among the Hylians that it had even bled into the Gerudo; some women had named their children Linka after the legendary Hero of Time.

"This here is Wrana," Link said, patting his horse's flank with a charming tenderness. "She was my father's before mine, and has served me well."

Ezerella glanced sideways at the mare's beautiful black pelt and ochre eyes. In the sunlight, the horse's irises almost glimmered a ruby red.

"She can remain in the stables during your stay," said Ezerella.

"May I ask where we are going?" Link said.

"If you want to avoid an endless trial on whether or not the Gerudo can trust you, Link of the North, we have to enter inconspicuously. Luckily my quarters are near the city wall so I know of many secret entrances."

"Don't you think it unwise to show a stranger in through a secret entrance?"

Ezerella cast Link an apprehensive look, which almost immediately melted into a compassionate one at the stranger's friendly, welcoming gaze. "You haven't given me reason to be distrustful."

"Bold," Link said, a smirk on his lips. "How exactly will I sneak Wrana into the city?"

"I will take care of that." The two quieted while journeying through the sandy wind just outside the Gerudo walls. Ezerella was surprised that other sentries hadn't yet noticed them, but she didn't voice her concerns and continued onward. Once they reached a section in the wall where two or three stones seemed loose, they stopped. "There's a secret door here," she called over the roaring winds. Kicking along the ground toward the wall, the bricks pushed inward to reveal an intentionally-placed entrance into the back alleys of the lower class quarters. They stepped inside and Ezerella quickly reclosed the entrance. "Leave your horse here," she whispered. "No one will find her. I will take her to the stables once we get you situated."

Link followed the Gerudo sentry through the twisting corridors and up several flights of ornate stone staircases until they reached a room with the name "Loradire" inscribed on the door. Ezerella pressed a stone from around her neck into the door handle and it opened, revealing a quaint, single-room apartment with a small hearth in the center and a bedroll off in one corner. "Wait here while I see to your horse," Ezerella said authoritatively.

"If you are in possession of any carrots, they are her favorite," Link said with a smile.

Ezerella nodded, and the smallest of smiles perked her lips before she turned away to retrieve Wrana.
The Birth of a King Pt. 1
I missed Fanfic Friday .____.
But that's okay! Here's part one of part one! I actually already had this section posted I think, but now that I'm reworking the story I'm resubmitting them. Enjoy!

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Selling my FR account?

Journal Entry: Thu Nov 20, 2014, 7:27 PM


Hello peepels. I'm curious. If I were to sell my account on Flight Rising, that means the user name, all the dragons, all the treasure, all the gems, would that be desirable? I don't use it anymore, and the dragons don't have any energy to battle, but that's easily fixed with gathering for food. I was a Kickstarter pledger, but I already sold some of the Kickstarter items. But most of my dragons have good color genes and I have a good amount of stuff stored up. How much do you think the entire account would go for?

One last question: Would it be icky to sell it? Like, make a profit off an account for a site that's still developing? What do you think?


Never mind, selling accounts is against their Terms of Service.

October Features



Marine Creature by IrisDesertI Don't Mind by kenketMark of the tiger by GaudiBuendiaAway From Dawn by SilverbirchTHE VAULT 2 by Jolien-RosanneGod's Vengeance by AdalfyreForest Serenity by EternaLegendJuly by JoaRosa
  • Mood: Isolated
  • Listening to: The Pretty Reckless
  • Playing: Skyrim
  • Eating: mac n' cheese
  • Drinking: soda

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