The pale rosy fingers of morning caressed the sky. The dark blues of night being chased away by more welcoming pinks and yellows; the sun yawning a great ‘good morning’ to those blessed by its warmth. But no warmth could compare to the Nori volcano - a volcano that seemed to be constantly active, but never erupted on a full scale. Still one had to be careful where they placed their feet unless they wanted to sink into lava. Not a pretty sight still many creatures met their demise on the rocky terrain surrounding the volcano. Many of the inhabitants of the volcano looked like they could survive a nuclear war. They were hardy and evolved immunities to the toxins that plagued the desolate and sometimes frightening area.
Nori volcano wasn’t opposed to visitors however; in the winter when the environment was cool enough for the more fragile species, migration paths crisscrossed the volcanic area. A great time for all of the predators living near the volcano; to many predators not many edible foliage grew near the volcano, nor did they grow around the area. For many miles there was only red and brown rock mixed among the black volcanic craters. Giant Mountains rose from the ground, but they were different to the usual sloping hill. Their sides were sheer cliffs that natives called anything from mesa to butte or even the rare tuya. It was an impressive and intimidating place to look at and with its dangerous environment it was interesting the kind of creatures who chose to live in the hostile lands. Among the Buttes large caves could be seen littering the cliff sides, seemingly at random but for every one butte it didn’t appear that the caves were to frequent to cause harm to the creatures that may or may not inhabit them.
Though the creatures living in them were a sight to see, they were much more organized and much more intelligent than the creatures that roamed below, even the ones who could scale the cliffs. An organized ‘clan’ of beings that migrated to the volcano generations ago but never seemed to leave. Their dens massed around one larger mesa that held a makeshift ‘town square’ though the beings weren’t human and they definitely did not see it as such. The creatures were hardy, naturally adapted to the hot and grim landscape. But not completely forced to wear red or black like many of the natural born creatures. They still held a multitude of beautiful and exotic colors from the lands they originally came from.
The earthiest paragon came from one of the caves. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she stretched her wings. Her long forearms reached out and she arched her back, in some ways she looked like a gigantic cat waking after a long and satisfying nap. When the sun caught her scales vivid blues sparkled as pure as spring water. She looked very fragile compared to the massive mountain she was nesting in. though she wasn’t a hunter, or guard for her ‘clan’ she did hold the very important role of healer. She was in charge of making sure all wounds and illnesses were taken care of properly. Using a mixture of magic and science she kept the other paragon from dying too young. Every day she looked at things ranging from rock scrapes to lava burns and anything in between.
Her nest was separate from where her ‘job’ was, firstly to make sure any illness going around wouldn’t get caught by her and because it would just be unhygienic for her patients. These days she didn’t get many in house patients; typically those who had to stay in the medicine nests where the younglings who had fooled around and gotten themselves hurt or the extremely impaired such as paragon who lost a limb or were very severely ill. The paragon of her ‘clan’ did not think she had the most exciting job, but there was never a dull moment for the healer and she was constantly on her toes.
The second to wake was Gylles, a strong male whose scales looked similar to a stormy night. Electricity could even be seen jumping through the horns on his head. He was a master hunter and was in charge of making sure his hunters brought home enough food for all the clan members. He let out a flame-filled yawn and started flying towards the mesa in order to organize hunting parties. His large wings stirring up gust far below, the air being pushed down with enough force to actually scatter away smaller rock - He was an impressive size, most likely the largest paragon in the ‘clan’ though there were a few who came close. If he was up, others would soon be following. And before the sun even completely crested the horizon the whole clan would be awake and ready for the day.
Not the entire paragon ‘clan’ met on the mesa, some stayed indoors and cleaned, some worked in building more nests or repairing tunnels. Everyone had a job but not all jobs were obvious. Sometimes Gylles wouldn’t see paragon for days because they just weren’t on duty the same time as he was, or they never even left the caves. For weeks on end paragon could be working the tunnels. In the buttes and also inside the mesa were elaborate tunnels that either connected nests or became a way to reach the base of the mountain for the paragon not gifted with wings. Others led into large rooms and some went underground to the lava pits or to hot springs. Though most of the water around the volcano was toxic, the paragon did have a way to cleanse the water, and some paragon could drink the toxic water without purification.
A thousand shades of purple erupted from one den, an ethereal and rather small paragon emerged; her deep ocean blue eyes shimmered happily. One of Gylles hunters though she didn’t look it. Most paragon speculated that she descended from a water family line, and by accident her grandparents had come to the volcano. The paragon surely did look like she would be the sleek, swift, and strict-minded paragon of the oceans – but she made sure those thoughts were abolished. She bested many paragon in her ability to track, and though she wasn’t the best to stalk or hunt creatures since she could practically be seen from miles away; she was fast and fluid as a river, rarely missing a target once she got sight of it. The purple hunter was perfectly hard working and determined; a great mix for a hunter and she made an invaluable partner.
(Literally just an idea, I wanted to play around with my paragon because I don't think they get to come out much xD feel free to join, though I would prefer paragon characters only please)