#effluvial crow

[foreverrain-fr]

Bit late for wcw but here are my favorite Wildclaws

From left to right, top to bottom:

Swiftclaw, Haneul

Seichan, Concordia

Swiftclaw is my main clan leader so to speak and is the sibling to Concordia, the othere green Wildclaw! I picked up Concordia after their parents' owner messaged me asking if I wanted another since they saw Swiftclaw was loved so much, so naturally I couldn't say no! Still don't know what to do with Concordia but I still love her.

Haneul is my lightning rep! Her name means heavenly in Korean, and she has a piece of art by me in her bio.

Seichan is part of the Effluvial Crow subspecies! I have no lore for her yet either but she does have an outfit planned in her bio.

#flight rising #fr #dragon share #fr dragon share #fr wildclaw

[qvincvnx]

i bought a g1 pair that will produce effluvial crow hatchlings when i gene them up but the problem is. the parents would be SO so much handsomer with absolutely any other genes than the Mandatory Subspecies Genes. what's a man to do.

#i just think it would be nice to replace all my fodder pairs with g1s where like. at all possible. #i have a couple sentimental fodder pairs (mostly ones i've owned for ages) but... would be nice to have pairs that produce #handsome hatchlings and to always have something to work on leveling when i don't want to work on fodder or what have you. idk. #flight rising

[fleetgay]

“Fate has not been kind to you, has it..?”

Amdaron, one of my lore dragons on FR~ One day I’ll write his stuff down lmao

#flight rising #frfanart #personal art #dragon #effluvial crow

[saltminerising]

To the saltminers here who also enjoy crows, how good of an idea do y'all think it would be to purchase a bunch of effluvials just to slap peacock on them, so that there's more lesser crowd with red range terts? also just, more lesser crows in general, they're so rarely seen on the ah....

#effluvial crow

[salve-kamaitachi]

selling this crow for 600g! she’s level 25 and comes with the art shown! I’ll even add apparel to the art for an extra 25G!

#flight rising #flight rising sales #fr sales #fr dragons #effluvial crow #effluvial crow sales #contuses you

[soulykins-fr]

Day 12: The most expensive

Zakuro (he/him) is?? Maybe my most expensive dragon? I’ve shelled out for gem terts for a couple of dragons and one time a gem primary, but never more than one gem gene for one dragon and I think wildclaw scroll beats them out lmao

Other that his wildclaw scroll though Zakuro was honestly pretty cheap. I found his fire egg while in the coli, hatched him, and brewed his trail gene myself to save on some money!! I already had most of his apparel and the accent he’s wearing is a fest skin I think I just had lying around

He’s a chimerical jackdaw from the effluvial crow subspecies! I just got into the subspecies and was training my first crow to 25 when his egg popped up and the discord chat encouraged me to hatch and I did have two wildclaw scrolls I was hanging onto already and... anyway yeah he ended up being an impulse keep, he’s Anahira’s adopted son and she loves him SO MUCH

and I love him too which brings me to part 2 of why he’s my most expensive: I got him some really lovely art by Hnai (#62021) !!!

#JanDragon2021 #fr dragon share #effluvial crow #my dragons #zakuro #me hatching him: wow that's a lot of pink #he's probably one of my more valuable dragons honestly #triple gened g1 wildclaw with art?? that's pretty valuable i think #wait actually maybe not i think my double xyx matchy snapper who has shimmer might be?? she is VERY matchy #junebug is pear/pumpkin/pear #shockingly matchy #she isn't a wildclaw but she has a gem gene and is an unbred g1 double #WITH matchy fire eyes #damn i wonder how valuable junebug really is #me making a post about zakuro: what if i talked about a completely unrelated dragon in the tags #but also LOOK AT HNAI'S ART #IT'S GORGEOUS #please go to their shop and add urself to the pinglist you will not regret it #I have 'expensive' dragons #all my g1s are g1s i hatched myself except for one #who i bought as a mate for another g1 and then never bred them #emotionally my most valid g1 other than my progens is betty though #zakuro is also level 25 i feel i should mention #he's valid!! #he's a valid boy!

[germs-fr]

My flock of effluvial crows as of 1-4-20. Names are in the captions. 

#Flight Rising #Effluvial Crows #Effluvial Crow #Plague Flight

[fr-nosirest]

#Velarise #Cricklette #Wildclaw #Effluvial Crow #Vanniar #Art

[apinklion01]

[[ Moving back some Flight Rising stuff on my main since I don’t feel like managing a different blog for it. Here’s a few doodles of my dragons who are a part of some lineage. Below is more info on all of them! ]]

[[ Keegan is my first dragon from a popular subspecies, Effluvial Crows. He’s just over five days old, though I drew this while he was still showing his baby sprite. I love him very much. ]]

[[ Brackenfire, Haddock, Marley, and Solar Shield are all part of the Night Warriors challenge. Haddock recently finished his training and is a fully fledged Night Warrior. Really happy about it too since it’s before he turns one year old. Marley’s a recent dragon, I love her color combination. ]]

[[ Finally there’s Tsukito. He shares a birthday with Haddock on Halloween! He’s a very friendly boy, often wandering the forest near the edge of the Dandelion Clan’s territory to help lost dragons. Marley, Solar Shield, and Tsukito are also descendants of Naomi. ]]

[[ I find it so weird yet neat to know that they’re almost all related to each other, with the exception being Keegan. I’ll be breeding Tsukito for Halloween, so keep an eye out for that! ]]

#Flight Rising #flight rising fanart #fr fanart #fr fae #pearlcatcher #skydancer #veilspun #wildclaw #pink lion art

[dinobotisland]

If i ever have to explain fr drama like the effluvial crows, that one persom from nature and their weird dragon, or literally anything else i think I'll fall over and explode

#harley screams

[tiredspirals]

I specifically want a lesser crow from this effluvial crow subspecies, but I want it plague. I got my hands on one via the AH and not the sales thread (the sales thread lists inactive pairs) but it's ICE

But very few ppl seem to be selling the lesser variant so??? I just make my own I guess??? I picked up a male coatl of similar colors I may gene and then ask someone for a plague nest to get what I want, but idk if by then it's technically no longer a lesser crow and just another jackdaw, even if I give the coatl the exact same genes+ make a wildclaw...

#idk i like the beastmaster and friendly demeanor lire of the lesser variant #sprite speak #cries on tumblr instead of asking the people on the forums because i'm a genius

[historytaker]

Fly Away Vincent

Sometimes art tells us something the artist is unsure they mean to say. But that had always been one of the tragedies of Vincent Van Gogh’s dramas. His paintings were earthy, mucky blends: sermons and pleas to find something. Yet, it was precisely at the penultimate moment in Vincent Van Gogh’s career did he finally give us a farewell that probably was not supposed to be a farewell. For it would be the Spring of 1890 that Vincent Van Gogh would produce Wheatfield With Crows, and shortly after kill himself. Ever the composer and the symphony, Van Gogh mashed opposites in his paintings in greedy jabs of oil, demanding us to take it in and meanwhile being the servant to his impulses that played out in the work.  He struck the balance in Wheatfield with Crows.  But in that balance he put a punctuation on his mastery, his gifts, his sermon.  Could Heaven and Earth meet? Maybe.  Wheatfield with Crows say exactly that.

               Vincent Van Gogh was not well. He suffered bouts of manic activity often followed by deep spells of self-loathing and loneliness. He was also epileptic. He had a cunning self awareness though that often meant that his suffering was the expiation or price to be paid for being one of God’s children. Never far away from his religious zeal, burned a patriotic self-indulgence of love for the common man and the earthy struggle.  Smothered in much of his works are these influences; his mental health, searching for God, and political thought.

               Van Gogh thought it only right and proper to take his sermon to the people who deserved God the most, and equally needed God the most. The tramp, the whore, the beggar, the drunkard, the miscreant all God’s people… they just did not know it yet. Often this meant a life of even more privation than the would-be parishioners of the Church of Saint Vincent. He cobbled together a pittance in trading drawings for crumbs. His real lifeline was his beloved brother Theo, however.  

               In fact, it would be this relationship with his brother that would ultimately sustain Van Gogh’s life. Theo, always the true believer, would attempt to sell or promote the works Van Gogh produced. Sometimes, indeed, most times, the work was not appreciated. In his early years, Van Gogh was enraptured by the aplomb but simple landscapes and toiling work of the indescribable laborer, the everyman. Where Van Gogh’s contemporaries patronized the subject as rustic, Van Gogh blended his subjects mercilessly with the mud. They were the mud. No better picture did this radiate more totally than with Potato Eaters.  The brown grey effluviates all over the canvas. The people surrounding the table, gaunt, strung-out, wide eyed, are communing over ashen potatoes and earthily mud brown coffee. They have the emaciated look of the overworked, underfed, neglected. But pulling in the room, keeping everything together, granting all of these diners the chance to partake in their concord is the singular illumination of a flame hung sturdily overhead by lamp.

                                                       In a rare moment for early Van Gogh, he knows he created something worth feeling accomplished by. How incredibly sad it must have been, when Theo maintained that the picture did none of the things the sort of people who bought art wanted it to do. It was ghastly after all. No matter.

               Van Gogh kept at it and would build on this work. And like lightening, we begin to see sunburst almost literally in his landscapes. The thing about Van Gogh was, he became a deeply ardent lover of Japanese landscape art; Where if people are involved at all in the scenes, they exist in the most miniscule of parts. Tiny homes, tiny boats. Infinitesimally minute, casually present human touches in the landscape hammered home the humbling truth that we are not separate from nature, but nature. In that, Van Gogh attempted to bring down Heaven into Earth. “Don’t you see,” we can hear him say, “God is here.”

               That was the hope anyhow. Van Gogh was notoriously nomadic. The lightening rod of Christ was somehow present and elusive for the artist. He was always searching for this emotionally true feeling. In moments he bathed in it, and in others he was absolutely bereft of the spiritual elixir. So it was that when he painted, he searched. Along the way, the full gamut of the human experience, he tells to us in his work. Everything, we learn quickly, Van Gogh experiences is intense. We all know the type. He was noted for shaking peoples hands heartily. He verbally reprimanded himself for aging himself 10 years early because of the intensity of his smiles and frowns. His face wore the marks of raw emotions. He had deltas in his face for tears, mountains of peaked flesh across gaunt cheeks when he donned a smile. Buried beneath was a brilliant sun burnt red beard.

               It would be no surprise to our sensibilities then, that when Van Gogh took off and painted, and really got into it, the experience was flooded with emotions and personal euphoria. Perhaps no painting wraps more completely the need Van Gogh had for pairing opposites, companionship, God on earth…a taradise if you will, and somehow innocently enough, sexual explosion all at once than Sower At Sunset. The hallmark of Van Gogh that the background is the picture more than the subject is takes place. The Sun, the singular entity wholly prominent shoots strings of brilliant light at us. Gobs of purple, golden browns, stream everywhere. Our farmer vanishes in the fully loaded paint thrust Vincent elects to give. We are positively covered in the essence of the seeds being planted. Don’t take my words for it, Van Gogh refers to his paintings as a sort-of orgasm, jouissance. His ecstasy is permeating in the picture.

               By this point, Van Gogh was finding himself. He was no aesthete, but he was finding his expression. And for all the tears, bouts of madness, brilliance, personal victories he is remembered for two things even the most minimal observer can tell you, Starry Night and he cut off his ear.

Starry Night is the return of the darker blues. While he was ward of the hospital he stayed at, he paints Starry Night. Giving us the timeless scene. It is perhaps the most prolific of his works and deserves all the credit it receives. We are moved as it moves. We feel the solitude and purity of the moment the painting gives. But for my money Starry Night does none of the things Van Gogh needed for himself quite like Wheatfield with Crows Does.

               For in Wheatfield with Crows, we have climax. Vincent had always been nomadic, looking for a path that had a clear direction, he gives us a path but stopped trying to say where it went and from where it came. There is no redeeming work to be done by a casual artisan working the field. Those nightscape blues tell us a storm is coming or just went. Our crows are minimal strokes – afterthoughts—flying away or landing. Those brilliant bursts of yellow weren’t sources of vitality emanating from a giving Sun, but there is life in there yet. Grassy paths yawn with earthy mud. He is at peace. It is a troubled mind realizing itself. “The zenith of the Sun is in you,” we get the feeling he is saying,  “no need for looking for it in the painting, get the picture?”

                               Not long after this is done, Van Gogh shoots himself. He was finally being seen by his contemporaries as the visionary. His sermons were reaching eyes and not ears, finally. What the parishioners of Saint Vincent needed, Van Gogh at last found for himself. And then, when for a change, he was ready to be the lifeline of the family’s needs, he withdrew himself from the picture. And for my sensibilities, I would say it was the greatest of all his works. It mirrors the best that Turner made us do with his watercolors; he gives us the final stroke of the brush and tells us to decide what we are seeing. What do we need from this? Is it salvation? Is it acceptance? Is the point of life the living of it, or does the path actually go somewhere? Its existential without meaning to be. It’s a gospel without fantastical happenings. It is our comings and our goings. It is everything and it is nothing. Heaven meets earth, finally.

#@history

[fleetgay]

https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/71582316

bust for one of my crows, Ruby :3

#frfanart #flight rising #wildclaw #effluvial crow

[saltminerising]

whoever created the crow subspecies missed a fantastic opportunity to call the obsidian variety 'ravens' instead of 'eboncrows'

#effluvial crow

[salve-kamaitachi]

selling this crow with art for 1kg! l*nk in reblog

#fr #flight rising #fr crow #effluvial crow #art crow #art dragon #contuses you

[soulykins-fr]

Day 15: The Dumbass

PURE OF HEART AND DUMB OF ASS

Meet Anahira (she/her) the gay disaster crow who is the founder of my effluvial crow clan. 

Why is she a dumbass, you ask? 

She isn’t actually an effluvial crow, she just looks like one and has decided to go deep cover and pretend to be one. Why? Because she’s is very gay and effluvial crows are a level 25 subspecies which means a lot of buff ladies and Anahira is WEAK for buff ladies. Could she have gone to her local gym? Maybe, but where is the DRAMA in that?

She has spent her entire life making big decision purely on the basis of “which option would be funniest (:” giving her childhood friend (an actual effluvial crow) several heart attacks and is going to give him premature grey feathers. He is the only reason she is alive. The only reason. 

Despite that she is actually a good mother to her adopted kid who she... found in the coli and decided to keep lmAO

love this dumbass, sometimes u just need to have some silly lore and that’s okay

#JanDragon2021 #fr dragon share #my dragons #anahira #love this disaster #she's ridiculous and i love her SO MUCH #effluvial crow #my very first crow that i had a project for!! freshblood gal! #eventually she will have a wife #and i have yet to actually get her best friend who plays such a big role in her lore lmao #soon though !!