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Post by lazy penguin on Mar 8, 2020 22:26:04 GMT -5
Notos figured that the marketplace would be the best place to get his scam on. Sure it was a risk, but so was every other action. If he was smarted, he would have lined up a buyer before moving locations. If he was smarter, he wouldn't have brought the necklace with him today where it could be easily identified if there was even one SandWing who had worked in the palace before.
But Notos figured securing the buy as quick as possible would be the best choice of action. After all, the last thing he needed was to be caught with the necklace still in his possession.
So early morning, he asked a small MudWing for directions to the marketplace as well as information about when it opened, its busiest hours, and what kind of dragons tended to show up. If the kid seemed concerned about a stranger asking all these questions, he didn't show it. Tossing his hood up to obscure his face, he headed down the narrow streets of the town.
The dragons of Sanctuary were certainly an interesting bunch. There were dragonets playing in the streets, friends free to roam by themselves. He overheard a NightWing talking to her neighbor- a SkyWing about which flowers would bloom during which time of year. It was blissfully wholesome, and Notos couldn't help but feel jealous. What kind of dragon would I be if I grew up here instead of in the Scorpion Den?
Shaking his wings he tried to toss the thought out of his head. Gila had brought him to a place she thought she could keep him safe. From what little information he'd gathered about his mother, Notos had learned that she needed to stay hidden. He assumed she had been a criminal like him- on the run and wanted for her crimes. She brought him to the Scorpion Den to protect him, so they could lay low and have a normal life. She had planned for everything except the fire.
He snapped back to attention, when he say the crowds up ahead. He'd arrived at the market.
His first attempts of selling the emerald necklace were miserable failures. The first dragon to show an interest- a skinny IceWing, didn't have enough money for it. The second buyer- a burly SKyWing said he didn't trust that the emeralds were real. A thrid shot him down, then a fourth. He was starting to change his opinion on Sanctuary being the 'best town'.
But his interested perked up again when he saw a new dragon approaching. The dragon- a weird-looking NightWing seemed to be in a good mood. And a NightWing wouldn't know anything about SandWing royal jewelry, right?
"Sir!" he called in his friendliest voice, trying to wave the other dragon over. "I have something that might just catch your eye!"
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Post by plague on Mar 8, 2020 22:31:25 GMT -5
<]Summit[>
Summit's head shot up in surprise as he felt a warm,swift breeze rush by his face,followed by a splash and a sudden cry.He flicked his ear as he turned to survey the young dragon before him.His keen eyes quickly noted the scorched rock and steam rolling off her scales. Firescales. How curious. He continued eating his stag as he observed her cautiously,thoughtfully gnawing at a leg bone as his mind raced.All of the instincts he had garnered over the years were telling him to flee,to not return and perhaps fly south where hopefully he wouldn't be found.The other side of him,the one driven by curiosity told him to take this opportunity to study this rare find.
Shaken from his reverie by Pyre's voice,Summit forced himself back to the present and the subject before him. Spitting out the leg bone into the creek bed,Summit pulled himself to his full,mountainous height,leaning forward to observe the firescales more closely. “Quite alright...small one.”He rumbled lightly in response,his voice raspy and quiet from disuse. He paused and cleared his voice slightly,a rough,throaty sound that reverberated in his chest. “Highly understandable,what is the sun to a flea...”He responded humorously,at least,he thought it was humorous.Was it though? He hadn't really had to tell himself jokes over the past twelve years alone.
“I believe you would know if you had burned me,firescales,by the sound of me howling in pain as I clutch at my burned scales.” Humor didn't seem to suit him,that last joke was a bit dark,wasn't it? Okay,no more jokes Summit. He told himself resolutely. |
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Post by plague on Mar 9, 2020 9:09:29 GMT -5
Empyrean
SkyWing/RainWing ~ ✧ ~ Twelve ~ ✧ ~ Female
✧ Empyrean is a large dragon for her age,her larger frame and head shape coming from her SkyWing father,while her leanness and long prehensile tail and limbs come from her RainWing mother. The base color of her scales is a brilliant yellow gold,stretching from head to tail,her spine a darker orange gold. The RainWing half of her is shown in her underscales and the underside of her wings. She has partial control over how the scales change color,mainly having them appear as the sky at sunset,having rich shades of gold,orange,sky blue,pinks and purples,but its hard to always control them as they seem to have a mind of their own when she experiences strong emotions. She doesn't have flame breath like SkyWings,leading to much ridicule while growing up among them,though she does have the venom of RainWings,but is hesitant to use it as shes afraid she might hurt someone by accident. ✧
✧ Gentle,Sociable,Courageous,Insecure,Gullible,Obsessive ✧
✧ Empyrean was raised in an orphanage in the Sky Kingdom even though both her parents still live. Her father,a dragon called Summit,was around for a short time after her hatching,though her mother,a RainWing named Hibiscus,didn't even wait that long,leaving her before she even left her shell. Growing up knowing her parents obviously didn't care much for her since they couldn't be bothered to raise her,Empyrean decided not to give them another thought,preferring to think them dead than have them drag her down through life. Though,learning who her father was would have been beneficial since she would have learned she is the granddaughter of Queen Crimson. Wanting to be a better dragon,Empyrean studied medicine and became a healer at the Palace hospital,caring for dragons every day like she should have been. ✧ Summit
SkyWing ~ ✧ ~ Thirty-Four ~ ✧ ~ Male
✧ Summit is a large,impressive looking SkyWing,with broad muscled shoulders and wings that could blot out the sun,he is quite the imposing figure.His scales are a warm,gleaming gold color,as if he was dipped in actual liquid gold. His underbelly is a dark orange-gold that matches the color of his spines and wing membrane.Summit's eyes are a deep shade of amber and his horns and claws are black. His one accessory is a golden armband inlaid with a single large ruby. ✧
✧ Curious,Observant,Intelligent,Defensive,Solitary,Selfish ✧
✧ Summit is a reserved dragon,one you wouldn't think much of,especially since not many have actually seen him,seeing as he resides deep in the Claws of the Clouds Mountains,staying well away from any dragon.He wasn't always like that though,as he is actually one of the sons of Queen Crimson and was once considered an intelligent advisor in her court.Things changed after he met a lovely RainWing,Hibiscus,and quickly fell in love with her. His heart was broken though when she left the Sky Kingdom after laying two eggs,taking one with her while leaving Empyrean's egg for him to look after.He soon became distant though,things only got worse after Empyrean hatched,he could barely look after her. Summit left her in the care of the palace orphanage and fled for the mountains,never looking back on his life as a prince and a father. ✧ Just reposting these guys to make it easier)) |
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 9, 2020 15:51:11 GMT -5
( 5 hours in magic kingdom and I’m pooped )
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Post by plague on Mar 9, 2020 17:00:22 GMT -5
Sounds fun)
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Post by lazy penguin on Mar 9, 2020 17:39:39 GMT -5
☀ Pyre ☀
sky kingdom | late morning | plague 
Pyre was not used to dragons sticking around. Most of her interactions ended abruptly when the other dragon noticed her scales. Weird, she thought narrowing her eyes. Or does he just think he'd dangerous.
She'd meant plenty of dragons like that. Their arrogance always seemed to lead them to her. They'd yell at her, say that they could beat her in a fight if it came down to it, and left without a challenge. Even the dumbest of dragons seemed to understand that fire was not an enemy they could beat.
And then there were the righteous. The SkyWings who believed she was an abomination. They would challenge her- try to finish the job the cliff failed at. They all seemed to burn the same in the end.
"Maybe," she responded, her voice unsure. "But sometimes they skip straight to shock and just kinda sit there." She paused, trying to read the other dragon's expression. He was a SkyWing no doubt- but he didn't seem to bristle with the intense anger most other dragons of her tribe did. Is he really this relaxed, or is it just an act? she wondered. But her concern was shallow. After all, if he really did try to attack her, she doubted he would win. Sure he was bigger and older, but there weren't many things that could compete with her fire.
So instead, she lifted a wing in acknowledgement and tried to erase the scowl off her face. "I'm Pyre."
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 9, 2020 17:58:27 GMT -5
( I can throw my sky wing at Cloudburst when I get home ^^ )
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Post by plague on Mar 9, 2020 20:57:56 GMT -5
<]Summit[>
Summit observed the myriad of emotions playing across Pyre's face,noting the minute twitches of muscle behind her scales,almost as if he could see the inner workings of her brain. It must be hard,being a firescales. He thought to himself. No one being able to get close to you,being shunned by even your own family....He frowned outwardly at the dark thoughts suddenly drifting through his mind. No...I did nothing wrong,she did. He turned back to Pyre before his thoughts could dig their claws further into his brain.
"Oh?"He said,hoping his voice didn't betray anything of what he had just been thinking. "Im sorry to disappoint." No humor this time,but a tad bit of sarcasm. Weak minded,weak willed,that's not how he would describe himself,but he was definitely cautious. Every dragon knew the dangers of firescales,just a touch could burn right through the scales,permanently scarring them if burned deep enough.His gaze traversed thoughtfully across Pyre's form,noting her deformed hips and the way they affected her movements.Her parents must have dropped her off a cliff when she was still in her egg,as was the grim fate of all firescales,but had obviously failed.
He couldn't help but grin slightly. She was obviously very determined to fight her fate if she could have survived such a fall as nothing but a hatchling. "Summit." He replied in kind,nodding his head but slightly in response. " A very fitting name...Pyre." Did she choose that name herself? How....curious.
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Post by plague on Mar 9, 2020 21:49:39 GMT -5
Yeah,I made more dragons,yeah,I have no life,don't worry,I won't make anymore.....for the moment) Eventide
NightWing ~ ✧ ~ Thirteen ~ ✧ ~ Female
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✧ Loyal,Courageous,Positive,Narcissist,Blunt,Klutzy✧
✧ Eventide was brought up rather normally in the Night Kingdom, a single child to her two parents, Nighttide and Eveningshade. She went to school as all dragonets did,learned the same subjects,played the same games,made friends with her classmates and later graduated alongside them. Eventide is tired of normal though. She longs for adventure. She wants recognition. Eventide joined the royal guard to gain this recognition,but,despite her best efforts, still has yet to find it. Perhaps,a grand adventure is what she needs to gain the recognition she craves. ✧ Roadrunner
MudWing ~ ✧ ~ Forty-Three ~ ✧ ~ Male
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✧ Quirky,Energetic,Honest,Anxious,Stubborn,Disruptive✧
✧ Raised in Sanctuary,Roadrunner never knew his birth parents,or his siblings,if he even had any that is.Instead,he was raised by a kindly old SeaWing, Pelican,who adopted him before he had even hatched. Not wanting to be a burden on Pelican,Roadrunner quickly went about finding a way to earn a living for the both of them,settling on the trade of a merchant,as he quickly picked up the ins and outs of the job from the many merchants that lived in Sanctuary. After Pelican eventually passed from old age,Roadrunner took his shop on the road,traveling from kingdom to kingdom selling his wares,but always returning home to Sanctuary when he feels homesick. ✧ Ammonite
SeaWing ~ ✧ ~ Ten ~ ✧ ~ Male
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✧ Clever,Easygoing,Generous,Lazy,Disobedient,Paranoid ✧
✧ Born to courtiers of the royal family,Ammonite has known nothing but riches and comfort in his life.Despite his lazy tendencies and love of comfort,Ammonite is always willing to lend a claw to those he sees as less fortunate.He has been known to give his jewels and riches away to random passerby,thinking himself very generous,whether those he bestowed gifts upon were truly poor or not. His parents always look down on these tendencies of his,scolding him for being gullible,as well as flippant towards the way of things. He's quite proud to say he always ignores these tirades.
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Post by plague on Mar 9, 2020 21:58:24 GMT -5
I don't know,my eyeballs were melting the whole time i was coloring them,so maybe I should go sleep now,lol xP )
though,I'll probably just end up scrolling through my phone in bed in the dark lol)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 11, 2020 18:33:20 GMT -5
( I get home tomorrow )
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Post by plague on Mar 11, 2020 20:36:23 GMT -5
have a safe trip)
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Post by kiwi cheesecake on Mar 11, 2020 20:52:22 GMT -5
((nice! I've been trying to finish my new characters but have been having very little luck :/ ))
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Post by plague on Mar 11, 2020 21:17:33 GMT -5
i just have to much time on my hands....and I was just in a coloring mood... *shrug* so many characters now....how will I do them all justice,lol)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 12, 2020 12:59:52 GMT -5
( ahh. The plane landed. Back in my home state ❤️ )
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Post by plague on Mar 12, 2020 17:09:02 GMT -5
welcome back ;P )
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Post by plague on Mar 14, 2020 15:11:04 GMT -5
bump?)
guess I could make more starters while I wait for people...)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 14, 2020 15:21:43 GMT -5
( my computer is getting fixed :/ )
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Post by lazy penguin on Mar 14, 2020 15:24:24 GMT -5
(I'm here but with corona messing up my schedule I haven't had the time to write out a post)
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Post by plague on Mar 14, 2020 15:48:58 GMT -5
hi peeps,its cool, just wondered where everyone went)
the world is in chaos,isn't it? *sigh* eh,still have the worlds we can create with a little imagination)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 14, 2020 15:58:11 GMT -5
( yea I was super tired after Disney then some strip lighting in my PC case stopped working so I’ve taken it to get fixed. I may be able to get a post up on my laptop. Want Phoenix to run into Cloudburst? )
( I’m thinking she’ll be a jeweler/blacksmith )
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Post by plague on Mar 14, 2020 16:20:28 GMT -5
that'd be fun,I can repost my starter)
neato,they'll have lots to talk about since Cloudburst is an artist)
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Post by plague on Mar 14, 2020 16:23:09 GMT -5
.^ Cloudburst ^. Cloudburst was hiding. Again. He didn't want to,but in this situation,he really had no choice. “Cloudburst,where are you?? “ He flinched at the sound of his father,Harrier,calling his name. If I am as still as possible,he'll go away. Cloudburst was crouched in the narrow crevice of a hall that broke off from the main path that led from the landing pad to the barracks. Not the best hiding spot,but he had been short on time as he had heard his parents voices approaching just as he had fled what was suppose to be sky fighting training. He held his breath as he peeked out and saw both his parents walk by his hiding spot,not releasing it till he had heard them take off and fly away.
Sighing,Cloudburst slowly pulled himself out of the crevice,frowning as his silken scarf got caught on the stone after he had pulled the last of his tail out. He tugged on the fabric experimentally,but regretted it right away as he heard a tell-tale ripping sound. “Great.” He muttered under his breath.”That was a whole weeks pay..” He carefully pulled the ruined scarf the rest of the way out and in a resigned manner,threw it around his shoulders to drape over his wings. Now that his parents were out of the way,it was time to get to work. Aria's didn't write themselves after all.
Scurrying down the path,Cloudburst fled to a cave that had once been a cell off the the old gladiator ring,which was now in disuse,and rather removed from the rest of the training field,barracks,and hospital.In other words,the perfect place to practice music. Creeping into the cave,Cloudburst went and felt around behind a boulder in the corner and pulled out a worn,but well cared for lyre. Experimentally plucking at the string,Cloudburst made a few adjustments before nodding in approval.He then felt around the boulder some more and pulled out a candle and a pile of sheet music. Lighting the candle with a small puff of flame breath,he examined the sheet music in the flickering light.
Sitting back on his haunches,Cloudburst took up the lyre again and strummed a few notes while still peering at the sheet music before him. He paused then started over,playing the notes slightly different and nodded,silently noting the adjustments he would make later on the sheet.The notes flowed continuously from then on as he strummed,his eyes closed as he nodded silently to the music. This was way better than training. |
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 14, 2020 16:24:01 GMT -5
( ok (: I am at this concert thing with my dad but I will get a post when I get home )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 14, 2020 19:46:44 GMT -5
Phoenix Mid-morning✺ SkyWing Territory✺ Near the Barracks ⥈⥈⥈
The heat of the forge was something to behold, indeed.
Flames danced and reflected in Phoenix’s dark eyes as she studied the fire, staring deep into its heart. White gave way to orange, which gave way to red, denoting the heat that lay in the center of the fire. Phoenix reached to her right side and picked up a small canister in which there were several pieces of silver contained. Using the appropriate tools, she placed the canister in the fire and waited as the metal heated to its melting point and beyond, rending the silver into viscous liquid. She retrieved the canister and carefully poured the molten substance into a mold, which shaped the metal into what would later becoming a sort of chain.
The metal made a hiss as it entered the mold and began to cool down, going from a bright, fiery red back to its normal silver sheen. Phoenix spent some time working the metal, continuously reheating it and shaping it with a variety of hammers and tongs, utilizing the heavy anvil that was situated in her workshop. After a few hours, she placed the metal piece on the anvil, stepping back to study it. She was frustrated; the metal wasn’t working the way she wanted it to, and she was having trouble achieving the proper shape that she was attempting to craft. Artistry was difficult, indeed.
With a chuff, the SkyWing gave her form a shake and let the fire in her forge die off, dumping sand and a bit of water to smother the flames. She’d take a break, likely for the rest of the day, and approach the piece tomorrow. Perhaps then she’d have more luck; it felt like the piece she was trying to craft was slipping between her claws, and it was driving her crazy. Although she wanted to keep working the metal, she recognized that she needed to take a break and approach the forge again later, when her mind was a bit more clear.
The cool breeze that danced across her scales when she stepped out of the workshop felt quite nice. She opened her wings a bit, letting the cool air wash across her flanks. With a powerful flap of her wings, she launched herself into the sky. Within a few heartbeats, she’d gained quite some height; she tilted her wings and headed back towards the SkyWing barracks, although she was not a guard on duty. It was simply on the way towards the heart of SkyWing’s territory – the palace.
As she grew closer to the SkyWing barracks, something new reached her awareness. Music – the soft, lilting sound of the strings of an instrument being manipulated. Almost instinctively, Phoenix snapped her wings to her sides and dropped into a dive, spiraling in the direction of where the music was coming from. It sang to the artist in her, heated her blood with intensity. When the sides of the mountains grew closer she opened her wings, weaving through the mountain peaks with the speed and agility known to SkyWings, thanks to their oversized wings.
There!
She cut a hard right and landed outside of a small cave that had clearly been abandoned. The music was coming from deeper inside and Phoenix trailed after it, each step smooth and careful. When she found its source she paused.
Another SkyWing was sat back on his haunches, holding a lyre reverently in his front claws. Before him, laid upon a boulder, was a pile of sheet music and a candle, with a small flame dancing about. It was quite clear that he was absorbed in the music, swallowed by gentle notes that filled the air. Phoenix sat down, watching him quietly. Her eyes drifted to a half-shut state as she absorbed the music, a soft hum building in her chest that thrummed in tune with the lyre.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 14, 2020 19:47:24 GMT -5
[ ok there's a starter for Phoenix. I need to get a reply up for Sunstalker, but I think I'll wait for my PC to be fixed bc I don't like writing on my laptop lol ]
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Post by plague on Mar 14, 2020 23:26:15 GMT -5
here's what Cloudburst is playing)
.^Cloudburst^.
The melody had taken Cloudburst by the talon and dragged him through a peaceful valley,drifting through clouds without a care in the world.This was the life he longed for,where he could choose his own path,without his parents hovering over him all the time.Why couldn't they understand? He frowned slightly to himself as he continued strumming,distracted momentarily by his thoughts,producing a sour note by accident as he strummed the wrong chord. Pausing momentarily from the sudden mistake,Cloudburst noticed something else,was that...humming?
Cloudburst opened his eyes,blinking into the dim cave,his sight readjusting in the flickering light of the candle and froze when he noticed he wasn't alone. Another dragon was in the cave with him,the source of the humming.He wasn't sure what to make of this female dragon and her sudden appearance,but he was suddenly overtaken by the certainty that his parents would find out about his secret now that this random dragon had discovered it. "Who...who are you?" He asked,his worries leaking into his voice.
Clutching his lyre tightly,all the past scenarios he had imagined of his parents discovering his hiding spots swarmed his head. Harrier frowning as he held up a painting of Cloudbursts, Cumulus tearing through piles of Cloudbursts sheet music, grumbling about how he never had a problem with being a warrior,so why should Cloudburst? No,Cloudburst was just being pessimistic again,he didn't even know who this dragon was,why would she tell his fathers about his music habits? The only thing to do was to hear her out,how had she found him anyway?
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Mar 16, 2020 20:36:33 GMT -5
Hey everyone! Sorry for the hiatus, but my computer is finally up and running again! I've been going through the last few pages, getting caught up and adding all the newbies. I'm onto these last three, but I just have one question for plague: were you going to add written descriptions, or nah? It's fine either way, I just wanted to know before adding them. ^^
Yeah,I made more dragons,yeah,I have no life,don't worry,I won't make anymore.....for the moment) Eventide
NightWing ~ ✧ ~ Thirteen ~ ✧ ~ Female
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✧ Loyal,Courageous,Positive,Narcissist,Blunt,Klutzy✧
✧ Eventide was brought up rather normally in the Night Kingdom, a single child to her two parents, Nighttide and Eveningshade. She went to school as all dragonets did,learned the same subjects,played the same games,made friends with her classmates and later graduated alongside them. Eventide is tired of normal though. She longs for adventure. She wants recognition. Eventide joined the royal guard to gain this recognition,but,despite her best efforts, still has yet to find it. Perhaps,a grand adventure is what she needs to gain the recognition she craves. ✧ Roadrunner
MudWing ~ ✧ ~ Forty-Three ~ ✧ ~ Male
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✧ Quirky,Energetic,Honest,Anxious,Stubborn,Disruptive✧
✧ Raised in Sanctuary,Roadrunner never knew his birth parents,or his siblings,if he even had any that is.Instead,he was raised by a kindly old SeaWing, Pelican,who adopted him before he had even hatched. Not wanting to be a burden on Pelican,Roadrunner quickly went about finding a way to earn a living for the both of them,settling on the trade of a merchant,as he quickly picked up the ins and outs of the job from the many merchants that lived in Sanctuary. After Pelican eventually passed from old age,Roadrunner took his shop on the road,traveling from kingdom to kingdom selling his wares,but always returning home to Sanctuary when he feels homesick. ✧ Ammonite
SeaWing ~ ✧ ~ Ten ~ ✧ ~ Male
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✧ Clever,Easygoing,Generous,Lazy,Disobedient,Paranoid ✧
✧ Born to courtiers of the royal family,Ammonite has known nothing but riches and comfort in his life.Despite his lazy tendencies and love of comfort,Ammonite is always willing to lend a claw to those he sees as less fortunate.He has been known to give his jewels and riches away to random passerby,thinking himself very generous,whether those he bestowed gifts upon were truly poor or not. His parents always look down on these tendencies of his,scolding him for being gullible,as well as flippant towards the way of things. He's quite proud to say he always ignores these tirades.
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Post by lazy penguin on Mar 16, 2020 21:27:55 GMT -5
(Ooo I can't wait! I haven't had the time to sit down and write for more than like 10 minutes, but hopefully after online classes tomorrow I can throw up some replies!)
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