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[Peanutcat]

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Story: (first post for details)

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[MidnightCry]

Username: MidnightCry
Name: Enfys
Gender: Male
Story: Enfys was born with a mane that was the same silver color as the fur on his chest and belly. He was born in a secluded forest that was inhabited by a small group of Irith dragons. As the young of the group grew it became apparent that Enfys was developing slower than the others. He was leaner and his front legs were far smaller and weaker. He had trouble keeping up with his companions when they would run through the wood. His struggles caused the others to make fun of him. He remained kind hearted, friendly and patient through all of the teasing feeling that some day his body would catch up with the others and they would be equals. Enfys eventually learned to run on his hind legs so that he could keep up with the others. They made fun of this too saying he was a freak. The young grew into adults and Enfys was forced to live as a loner because of differences. The lifeless color of his mane seemed to reflect the loneliness that he was feeling. One day Enfys saw some of the other dragons chasing a glowing orb. Enfys remembered the teachings of the elder dragons from when he was young telling him that this orb was a sacred sprite of the forest, one of the entities that kept their forest safe. Enfys paused for a minute unsure of if he could run fast enough to catch up with the others and doubting that if he caught them if he could stop them from harming the sprite. Throwing his worries aside Enfys dashed after the group, running as he had never run before. Just as the lead dragon was about to devour the sprite Enfys sprang in front of it roaring at the top of his lungs. The other had never seen such ferocity out of the disabled dragon and they were intimidated. Enfys stalked toward the others on his hind legs with an authority he didn't know he possessed. The others bowed down , apologizing for trying to harm one of the protectors of the forest. The sprite then flew in front of Enfys. She was very grateful for him saving her and told him that she would grant him a wish in return for saving her life. Enfys immediately thought about asking her to heal his legs so that he could be like the others. He realized that if he had been just like everyone else all of this time that he too would have been hunting the sprite. He realized that the world needed all different types in order for things to be as they needed to be. He decided to keep his legs the way they were as a reminder to him and his family that being different was not a bad thing. Instead Enfys asked the sprite to give him a gift to remind others to always be considerate of others, to never make fun of them or try to hurt them just because they be weaker or smaller. The sprite was pleased with the wish. She said that she would bestow a mark upon Enfys that would be a reminder of this day when his kindness overthrew the ferocity of the dragon nature and saved a protector of the forest. The sprite changed the lifeless color of Enfys mane to every color under the sun, every color found within the rainbow so that the dragons could see it as a reminder that all types are needed in the world.

[Froas]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:

➳ Froas

ｎａｍｅ:

➳ Cecil

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:

➳ Male

ｓｔｏｒｙ:

➳ All Cecil remembers of his first days of life is the doubt obvious on his parent's face as the saw the weak forelegs of their first son, the only thought that came to mind was Useless. Thoughts of abandoning him often crossed his father's mind, but his mother refused to even think of such things. Young Cecil grew up normal, well as normal as he could with his defected legs. He was often made fun of because of his tiny, weak legs and hated himself because of it. He couldn't run as fast as others, loping like a wounded creature, he was an easy target for almost anything. Then when he hit the teen years of his life, he grew stronger and his back legs grew drastically, but still, his front legs were near useless. The young Irith thought of something else, that no other had thought of before. He raised his chest off the ground, balancing himself on his back legs and whip-like tail and started easing his way forward, stumbling occasionally like a newborn fawn. He never did this in front of others until he had mastered this skill completely. He flaunted himself amongst the other and they stared in wonder at how he had managed something so bizarre. He was quite proud of himself, leaning how to balance himself on his hind legs and even occasionally being able to strike out with one of the hind legs in defense. He knew though that he wouldn't stand a chance against something in the woods, at least that's what he kept telling himself. He was walking casually though the forest when something bright caught his eye, something was moving in the bushes. Being his curious self, he walked over to investigate wen the thing jumped and twisted in midair to swipe at young Cecil. He lept backwards and landed instinctively on his hind legs ready to fight. The thing had huge ebony claws and razor sharp beak. It gave a eerie cry and charged at Cecil, talons extended to the max. He lept onto the creature's back and hooked his tiny fore-claws onto it's thick wings, holding on tight. It screeched with rage, snapping it's giant maw, it's intention was to grab the gray Irith but to no avail. He dug the claws into it's feathers tightly and refused to let go until the life had left it's body or it yielded to him. Something told him it wouldn't give up. Without warning it stretched its wing and lifted itself off the ground and soared into the sky, Cecil still attached to it's back. He let out a snarl and pushed all his body weight down on a wing, causing the creature to spiral towards the ground. Landing on the ground with a violent thump, he grasped it's thick neck between his jaws and squeezed. Before he knew it he heard a raspy ancient voice within his head. "Holt, Would thy spare my worthless, Let thy go and I will grant thee with feathers from thy hide". He could barely make out the words, but he knew what the creature wanted. He loosened his grasp on the being's throat and watched it recover. It looked at him with deep blue eyes and listened to him say a few more words before he left. "Thank you for being so gracious, strong one. These feathers are a token of my gratitude". He Plucked a few large feathers from his hide and left without another word. Cecil knew he did good when he let the creature go. He wove the feathers in with his thick mane and went home silently, thinking of what had went on for the rest of the evening.

[inkyy]

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[MothMonster]

Username:areyn1

Name:Oddity or Oz for short

Gender: Male

Personality: Oddity is shy but very kindhearted. He loves art, and doesn't judge others by their looks.

What will I do with him: I create art dolls, their cute little pose-able creatures that you can wear on your shoulder and such. I would love to build one that looks like Oddity (ill post a few pictures of Seeker my griffon art doll soon)
below is an example of one I have made, he's an original species of mine :3


~True love comes to those who can see inner beauty~

Story: Oddity grew up very differently than most Irith dragons. He was born with a birth defect making his front arms weak. He was often ignored by other dragons, the only attention he could get was the occasional teasing or his reflection in the drinking pond. so he secluded him self and took up his time painting the beautiful landscapes in his mind. Places only he could escape to in the world of his imagination. He began to paint trees all over the forest at night when the others were sleeping, he honesty began to be ok with being alone.
Word began to get around that an amazing artist had been leaving murals of unimaginable lands on trees. Oz overheard this and decided to attend the next clan meeting to tell the others of his work. So when the clan gathered around he told them of how he had painted the murals. The young dragons giggled and snicked, the elders scoffed, and worst of all the teens teased him with words that burnt like fire, hurting his already fragile ego. "You could never be that great, your as pale grey as the stones in the river!" "Your worthless, mutant!" "Do you really think we would believe that?"
Oddity dashed off in a burst of emotions that clawed at his heart and toyed with his mind. He stayed up that night, he couldn't sleep. He needed someone to accept him, even if he was a little different, someone he could share his thoughts with. so he wandered the forest around his nest looking for perhaps a frog or a bird to talk to. (even though they never responded, at least they would listen to him) So away Oz sauntered, looking for a kind soul to share his feelings with.
As he adventured the lovely hills and valleys of the forest he couldn't help but to get the feeling that he was being followed. he would turn to see who was there but then when he did only his tracks behind him were visible. Assuming it was only his imagination, he turned and continued his stroll."Um....Hello?...."Oz stopped and turned around "who's there!?" behind him stood another dragon much like him, pale grey with a wondering, hopeful kind of light in here eyes. The only difference was that she had four eyes, FOUR!" He paused,had she gone through what he had? "Hello.."he said as he took a step back. "who are you, I don't recognize you from the clan." "Misa, but everyone else calls me misfit. I'm from a clan who was traveling through here, they abandoned me just last night so I was looking for somewhere to stay..." she stopped and looked at the ground. Oddity took a few steps twords her "whats wrong?" Misa sighed "you hate me don't you...everyone does..I'm an oddball." "No, why would I hate you, your actually very beautiful." said Oddity. Misa blushed and took a step back "r..r..really? But I'm an outcast, I only have four eyes." "Trust me, personality is the most beautiful thing a dragon can have, and your eyes have he most amazing glow to them." Oddball said cheerfully. "Thank you" she blushed, I never thought I would find someone who shared something in common with me." noticing his unusually short arms. "Would you like somewhere to stay, I have a nest not too far from here and there is plenty enough room to build another. My clan doesn't care about me much so I live a decent ways away from them. I promise you won't be made fun of." Oddity said. Misa glanced up "that sounds nice" she smiled.
So the two walked off twords Oz's nest. When they arrived, Misa gasped. The paintings were more beautiful than anything she had ever seen. "Did you paint these?" she pondered. "Yea, do you like them?" Oz grinned. "Of course" Misa exclaimed "Their amazing!" So as the night went on they built Misa a nest to sleep in and Oz painted a new tree, depicting his meetup with a new friend. "Oz?" Misa ask "can I give you something?" "Sure, if you want to" Oddity smiled."what is it?" "These are feathers I gathered as a gift, they were pretty and reminded me or your paintings" she said as she put them into his grey mane. "Thank you, I love them" Oddity giggled. As the time passed Oz no longer worried about what the clan thought of him, and fell in love with Misa. They love each other for their differences because that's what makes them great! They now live together in Oddity's hidden home, painting beautiful things that only the truly beautiful minded dragons can understand.


His Song:

Pictures coming soon

Oddity's sanctuary

[IzzyBee]

Just gonna nudge this since this Irith is so amazingg <3

not trying though ono

[inkyy]

Hello;
Could you increase this by a couple of days?
just that i'm without internet for a couple of days so I can't finish my form ouo

[your conscience]

Ah, sure, here you go. xD
I'm being an inactive butt omg sorry

[peppermintleo]

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IT BE RAINBOW!!