[PolterGengar]

Oooo, pretty. Not gonna try out though.

[Sneky]

Cool! I'll have to watch it grow

[dragongoddest]

Owner Name:
dragongoddest
Name:
Akuma
Gender:
Female
Other:
I have always wanted a rune dragon, and I’ve seen a lot of beautiful runes and ancients in the past. I see many of them around, playing happily, and I’ll admit that they were cool or cute, but they just didn’t call my name. I wanted a cute little rune to call my own, and one morning when I woke up, I was determined to find one. I giggled as I told myself ‘I’m going rune hunting’ before I got up, walking over to the closet and packing my book bag. I didn’t want to forget anything and risk the chance of not getting a rune, so I triple checked my bag before I left. I looped my bag over my shoulder and headed out towards the forest, crossing my fingers for good luck.

As I wandered up to the forest, I started to get nervous about what I would find, since I’d never searched the forest for a rune before. What happened if I found a rune, but it was mean, or didn’t like me? I covered my face with my hands and shook my head, reminding myself to stay calm. I started walking slowly, prepared for basically anything as I gazed around at the plants and wildlife along the way. As I walked further into the forest, it started to get darker and colder, but I marched on, deeper and deeper into the darkness like the curious fool I was.

After a while of walking aimlessly, I started to loose hope, but then I felt something wrap around my ankle and yank on it. Before I knew it, I landed face-first in the dirt of the forest floor with short yelp. I looked around as I sat up, but didn’t see anything that could have caused a fall, and then I remembered that something had grabbed me, I hadn’t tripped. As this thought registered in my head, I noticed that the bush beside me was shaking. I gasped and scooted back as quick as possible, eyes wide with fear of what was behind the brush.

Carefully, I walked up to the bush and peered through the leaves, spotting what had tripped me, a small black egg with legs. My eyebrows flew up as I realized I’d found a rune dragon egg. There was something about this rune that stood out to me, and instantly made me love it. Sure, it had tripped me and I might have a scab, but that would be okay. I knew it just wanted a companion like I did, and that it just wanted to be cared for. It had to be lonely, all alone in the forest, so I lifted it up, cradling it in my arms as I walked home with my new friend.

Art
I drew this ><

[zacherie]

Owner name:
soulBridge.
Name:
Galheira (Gala-AIR-ah)
Gender:
Female
Other:
WIP~

[Skeseth]

Honestly, I still just could not help loving this egg and this idea, and still had to finish my form as I had worked on it all week... I feel like I shouldn't be in the running but had to try regardless! Maybe a little hope, a teeny bit. I hate sounding greedy. All your works are lovely and I know everyone loves and treasures them ^^;

Name:
Qualmë Solanum

Yes, I am reusing Qualmë for a very good reason... It makes me glad that it has not been used for anything else and cannot imagine it would fit any Rune Dragon better than this one. I'll try my best to explain because I love telling a story of how I come by the names. ^^; The Quenya (Tolkien) word for Death, Agony (noun) is Qualmë, sounding both graceful with a sharp deadly edge at the same time. From more recent research, the conjugated word qualme also comes from the German verb qualmen, which means 'to fume, to smoke'. It's a bit more farfetched but I kinda like it in relation to the hands, can also relate to future personality, or even Evelyn's. I felt like she deserved a second name, just as she is rare to the world it is therefore that she deserves a more full name. There was a choice of three that I considered very hard... Solanum, Atropa/Atropos, and Belladonna.

I went with Solanum, the genus name for nightshade-- not only is it the only one that flows right with Qualmë but it also has the best translation, which basically felt like the “last name” of this gorgeous rune IS Nightshade, which is in fact her Rune type. (Needed to correct that Solanum is the genus, the original name I was considering was Solanaceae which IS the family name, and also had the fun 'Solana' that made me think of Garrus's sister's name... but actually changed it last moment before originally posted to the genus name, as it flowed much better). Atropa belladonna is the well known Nightshade that is poisonous and has been used as toxin in many different manners... But they just did not have the right impact, as the former name is from one of the Greek Fates, and the other translates to 'beautiful lady'. Still, a lovely nickname if suck a species exists in Eldemore. Qualmë Solanum, the beautiful (but deadly) Rune. My belladonna.



Owner Name:
Skeseth

Gender:
Female

Why?
Again, I felt this is important to explain, regardless of the fact it is the story that's judged. It fills more gaps for me for future writings if I am ever so lucky to find her mine. Evelyn's had her share of darkness, it just seems to follow her, and not in a positive way-- isn't it about time that the darkness finally helps her in return? She isn't a good “mercenary.” She does not consider herself an assassin by any means, but does whatever it might take to do to get a job done-- at least the ones she accepts. Except she is bad at it. Which is why she is nearly dirt poor and lives out in the forest where she hides out-- what little she earns, usually goes to a very demanding Sovereign, her partner, and food is generally the most her thieving ability is able to take.

At the end, she is very much alone in her life, as even Norina has taken to being fascinated with the Reaper Rune, and while she has been a companion, she also can be a thorn when she wants to “experiment” with something new about her rune bearer. But Evelyn still survives, despite her lack of perfecting any skills... Somehow. She found the Nightshade Rune... Thorn's words just cemented what she didn't admit to herself, and though she is modest and not too sure those compliments fit her entirely, she feels connected to the Rune after listening to the other woman.

Evelyn attracts the dangerous, the dark and not the kindest sort of companions. To have been able to somehow have found a match in the Nightshade rune is almost too lucky to be true. It is darkness like her, dangerous but not pure evil, and definitely an improvement to her current living position. Such a deadly companion with her will be a sudden change in her life-- unlike Sovereign, whose aim is selfish and she accepted his partnership for both her own life and curiosity. Qualmë will be an equal as well as the only companion that will not be using Evelyn in some way (at least for now). They were meant to help each other-- Evelyn to help her grow, and Qualmë to give the woman the partner she actually deserves. With Qualmë, life will change from surviving to actually living, together as close friends-- maybe even bonded.

~Not including Evelyn in this side, I absolutely fell in love with this egg... I really do wish to leave the 'mech' theme my dragons have become but I do not go for rune dragons lightly just to have one, and though I have recently applied to two others who really called to me.. The first mystery egg did turn out amazing, but not the fit I was looking for. And then came the Nightshade, with the story really cementing more an idea of what the Rune Dragon is-- it perfected the love for the dark and deathly gorgeous looking mystery egg... just made me want the egg even more, as your stories generally do. Lol All in all, the egg gives something to care for, and to keep waiting for-- it's satisfaction for awhile and amazing to watch-- to get the baby rune I've really wanted, but then also grown, both linearts which I love as well. It's a three-in-one epic piece filled with dark surprises along the way, and makes sure I want nothing else during that time until she grows fully and is revealed in all her splendor.~


A Brief Look At Qualmë (not a full personality)
Femme Fatale-
1. A woman of great seductive charm who leads men into compromising or dangerous situations.
2. An alluring, mysterious woman.

If a Rune Dragon can be sultry, seductive, and a tease Qualmë will be it. She embodies a bit of the femme fatale life in a dragon's body, and it will ruin Sovereign. Not that he is interested in that way at all, but teasing and playing with him will be her goal even as a baby. It's almost as if she is trying to teach that allure to Evelyn, her rune bearer, who has a grace of her own but is much more of a tomboy punk that fights to get her way than manipulate those around her. They might be equals, but her belladonna plays a whole different game.


Other:

Come now my lovely, won't you take a midnight stroll with me?
Through the misty air the things I keep I shouldn't dare
~ Deadly Nightshade, Megadeth

The night embraced me as I ran through the forest, fearing my recent actions more than any other of my stupid mistakes that I have made in my recent past. I was certain that death was upon me, as I had done the one thing I know I must never do: Piss off the Reaper Rune (I was bored, can you blame me?). My survival relied only on the fact that we had a strange partnership going with each other, and I knew that Sovereign needed me for his own nefarious purpose; but for the meantime, I was running for my life to give him enough space to cool down, and figured if he destroyed enough trees trying to find me he will eventually tire out. In my rush, I left with nothing but a dagger at my side and the moonless darkness surrounding me. My breath became hitched, not just from the running... the trees were thickening, the shadows growing, the air dissipating, and my fears suffocating me.

Tug Was it my own hallucinations that I felt a sudden pull in particular direction, or was it my phobia driving me into a mindless rush to escape the growing darkness? Tug The night began with an innocent prank, never would I have considered if I knew that creeping numbness was going to overtake my limbs. From my toes an icy paralyzing tickle worked its way up until I stumbled and eventually fell, rolling down a slight slope with a shout lost to the dead silence of the midnight forest. TUG I came to a stop with a thousand burning prickles from scrapes around my arms, my heart pounding as I finally came to a conclusion: something brought me here. Not claustrophobia, not a meaningless joke, but the sudden smothering shadows shifted away to allow me to take a breath and I opened my eyes onto a different nightmare.

My garden's so inviting, and it's Deadly blooms are hiding
Be careful what you touch Lest the grave is what you lust
~ Deadly Nightshade, Megadeth

Silence. It permeated the area so deeply that it was unnatural, making the darkness even more frightening; yet the thick forest canopy opened to allow starlight through, faintly outlining the motionless human-shaped lumps that lay nearby (three, but I did not count closely). It was the massive horse-sized shape that was obviously butchered that held my attention and made my heart skip a beat. Even in the dimness, the outline was obviously a rune dragon-- the way it lay, with the others nearby, made it look like it had fought to its last breath and still failed. The terror vanished, replaced by a chill sadness that seeped through my skin down to my core, shocking me out of my stupor and making me well aware that the feelings originated from beyond the clearing. Unguarded, orphaned, alone... My legs moved on their own, pulled to its source.

Here Bramble did not stop me, thorns raked through my jacket down to my skin, but I let nothing stand in my way of reaching my goal. Here A sudden overwhelming need to protect made me more aggressive, hacking with nothing but a slim dagger even as I was blind to what I sought, unsure whether it was friend, foe, or an illusion to drive me further into my greatest of fears. It did not stop me, all I knew was that I could not stop until... I finally broke through the thicket, free hand reaching in and fingertips grazing... a smooth surface. HERE It took awhile longer to fully expose the hidden egg in its last protective layer, its true guardian lost out in battle beyond the bramble. I tucked it close to myself, regardless of the stinging of cuts and scrapes, as I stumbled away from the clearing; emotions ran high, from a silly prank to running straight into my deepest fears without real reason. All the confusion was battled back by the strongest of them all: Hope, and no regrets.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Owner Name:
SpartanAmethyst
Name:
Volunfeynah; "Night Bane Hunter" in Dov.
Gender:
Female
Other:
Story:
Syren huffed as another draft hit the membranes of her wings, lifting her easily above the tops of the trees. Who needed a herd, she'd be fine on her own. Besides, her Draconian blood had always demanded she live alone, but it was her equine blood that requested companionship. Her wings tilted slightly as she banked right, harsh orange eyes scanning the territory below fo anything out of the ordinary. There was nothing so far. She sighed; she really did not want to return to the herd yet, but she couldn't fly in circles forever. She was just about to give up when the yelp of a wolf rang throughout her forest, and her ears immdiately perked up. Wolves? In her territory? She scoffed; not for long.

Immediately turning towards the sound, she drifted over the clearing where she had pinpointed the noise. There were four wolves, large, savage beasts with pitch black pelts and glowing red eyes. Her ears pinned and her own orange irises seemed to glow with anger; these weren't just wolves, these monsters were pit wolves. She had grown up in fear of them, but had learned to kill them. After the collapse of the nearby laboratory, the entire pack had been let loose, and killing them was her only joy in life at this time. Tucking her wings, she swooped low over the clearing an knocked one of the four away. Having caught their attention, she made one more flight around the clearing's edge before she landed. Lashing out with teeth and hooves, she made sure the beasts didn't touch her. Kicking another away, her eyes rested on what the wolves had been so focused on. It was some sort of egg that had been pulled from its nest amidst a patch of nightshade flowers. The sharp feeling of pain pulled her back into reality as pit wolf sunk its teeth into her hind leg.

"Morah," she grunted, turning back to her attackers. "Focus." Suddenly she took in a deep breath, activating the glands in her underjaw quickly and effortlessly. On the exhale, chemicals turned to fire as she squealed a challenge, singing the fur of two and burning a third to his death. The other three snapped their jaws, but the motions were only empty warnings. Slowly, Syren noticed, one o the remaining three began to foam at the mouth and convulse, having no doubt eaten one of the nightshade plants by accident. The poisoned pit wolf fell too, and the two survivors turned tail and ran, disappearing into the shadows. She snorted, before turning her attention back to te egg. She stood over it, inspecting the round, semi-smooth black surface. Reddish raised blotches dotted some of it's surface, and some of the tip seemed to be covered in scratch marks. Her head cocked to the side as her orange eyes narrowed; one of them must have been trying to break it.

Moving closer, her head lowered to sniff it. With no warning, a spectral claw suddenly materialized and raked across her nose, leaving three deep, even gashed on her. She pulled her head back the snorted in irritation. "Calm Vokun. Shadow," Syren spoke. "I'm not the one you should be scared of. I shall be your new Vahlok, your Guardian, if you will have me," she snorted softly, folding her wings to their resting position. It felt to be another dovah, though not one like herself. Something different. If she could take it as her companion, then that would fulfill both of her bloodlines social instincts and then she could focus on other problems.
Art:
WIP but might not get done, sorry <3 if it doesn't please don't count it against me, thanks.

[Lyncher]

Owner Name:
Lyncher
Name:
(Dragon's Name goes here)
Gender:
Female
Other:
(Write a small story of how you found this egg.)

Massive WIP

[AuroraBeast]

.:Owner Name:.

Chimæra

.:Name:.

Nebula

.:Gender:.

Female

.:Other:.

My breath came in ragged gasps as my feet flew over the soft forest floor; footsteps were muffled on the moss-covered ground, both mine and my pursuers. Once again, I was on the run, but it had always been that way. Well, that is ever since I escaped... that place. My wits had grown keen over the years, and it was easy enough to evade my previous captors. Who knows why they continue to try to capture me, even though they always fail. I don't know but... maybe it was because of my purple eyes, or my super-enhanced eyesight.
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I still don't understand why- my thoughts were cut short as I tripped over a branch, and suddenly stumbled into a clearing. Quickly jumping to my feet, I cursed my carelessness, and with a flick of my wrists daggers appeared in my hands. In a few short moments, a net would be over my head, or a tranquilizer dart in my side. But nothing happened; I could sense I was surrounded, but no one was in sight, and I heard no footsteps. Turning around, I was stunned to see a dark tree looming ominously before me; (lol, super rhymyness) it was extremely large, and ancient looking, with bark that was almost back, and leaves a dark shade of green. But what really caught my eye was the purple glow emanating from a hollow under its great roots.
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WIP
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[Cougar28]

Owner Name:

Cougar28



Name:

Morgause (Pronounced Morgose)



Gender:

Female



Other:
I am running through a forest. How did I get here? I barely even remember; none of this even seemed real. But I did know I had to keep running. I took a quick glance back at my house, now entirely engulfed with flames. Beside me is my faithful Doberman, Josie. The look in her eyes is reason enough to know that this is bad. I’m not usually the person to run from a bad situation. But this is the worst one I’ve been in. I’m not even sure who had set my house ablaze, or what for that matter. But the sounds I heard from outside were reason enough to get out of there.

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I stopped once I thought I was far enough. Those things wouldn’t follow me now. I never even got a good look at what they were. From what I could see, they were very large, and had even bigger wings. Their piercing eyes were staring through my soul. I’d never seen anything like it. But they have destroyed my home, where would I go? I don’t have any family around to stay with. So I just kept walking; hoping to find a cabin of some sort.

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After about ten minutes of walking, I heard some screeches. I thought nothing of it, and kept moving, but it was getting louder. As I got closer I could hear men’s voices. I hid right away, for I knew they were poachers. If anyone had come across them, they would have no trouble with killing them on the spot. I peeked beyond my hiding spot and saw dark creatures. They were huge, much bigger than a lot of the dragons around here. They had a purple glow about them, and huge fangs. I believe I’ve heard of these dragons, they are Nightshade Runes. Poachers hunt them all the time for their fangs, but only the most skilled hunters could take down one of these. It was obvious that the men were losing. Two of the original four had already been bitten, which means certain death. But the other two kept fighting. The breaking point was when another man was bitten, and the last man ran off, knowing he couldn’t defeat a dragon this big by himself.

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The dragon seemed very dreary, and confused. He collapsed, and lay there for a few minutes before slipping away. There was another dragon about fifty feet from this one, who had been dead for a while. My first thought was, why would they stay and fight? They could easily have flown off. But I noticed a small purple glow and I realized why they wouldn’t leave. They were protecting an egg. Poachers usually only go for Nightshade runes with eggs because they know they won’t just run away. But this egg was all alone now, so I figured I’d take it. She would certainly die if I hadn’t. I kept walking with her until a found a cottage; and here I am.

[theymightbetod]

Owner Name:
Mikimoo82
This would be for my sis

Name:
Labores Solis Or Solis for Short
Latin for 'Eclipse of the Sun'

Gender:
Female

Other:
The rain made a pattering sound when it hit the metal roof of the shed.

Clean up, Clean up, Clean up. I thought to myself repeatively as I sweeper the floor, with scattered hay all over the place. I petted my horse for a moment, and looked outside dazed by thoughts filling up my mind.

I describe where I live as....
An old farm in the middle of no where.
Which it really is.

Pablo, stop that... There's nothing there. I said to my fairly tall horse as he flicked his head side to side.

The rain showered harder on the land as I sorted out the barn...
Omphhh I said quietly as I lifted the heavy horse food.
That looks better I said to myself as I looked at the barn happily. Pablo Flicked his head again like something was wrong.
What's up buddy? I complained to my fully grown horse.
I decided to let him oilut of his stable for a bit.

I watched curiously as he trotted over to the stacks of hay and piled barrels of carrots and sugar.
Don't you dare think about eating that or knocking it over Pablo! I said as he glanced at me, than concentrated on the hay.

He tried to get..... What it seems like... Is that he is tring to get behind the stacks of food.
What are you doing? I said as he flicked his head again.
You... Want me to knock it down??? I said as he carried on knocking around his head.
Fine I said as I placed my hands on the stack of hay.
Then I slowly pushed, as all the hay nearly tumbled down on top of us.

Pablo pranced forwards,
As he kneeled down to a small, dark egg shaped stone.
What is it? I said quietly, as Pablo flicked his head.
I got on my hands and knees, as I looked at the 'stone'.
Hmmmmm I tried to pick up the thing I thought might be an egg.
The thing was... Warm, and fog was all around it.
Pablo nuzzled my face a little.
My confused expresion reflected back at my from the shiny egg.
Should I keep it Pablo? I said quietly to my horse.
He backed off, and pranced around.
I will take that as a yes. I chuckled as my horse pranced around playfully.

So, I carried the egg in my arms, and placed it in the middle of my dining table... Wondering about what it is, and what it will turn into.