[Liliette]

Possible reserve...

[Sculi the Ax]

His name
Leonidas

Story
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[guqqi]

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His name, what is it?;;
The boy's name is Sublime.
And what's his story?;;
Sublime grew up in a dark, smog filled city. He really was a sight for sore eyes with his
bright colors,though it didn't fit the city at all with its dull grays and rare sunshine. He
always wondered if the whole world was like this, did colors even exist? He'd feel proud
though, as he seems to be the only thing he can recognize to actually be bright, which
keeps his spirits up after all of this. From the shops on the streets, he sees images
on TV's of these odd places, that are so bright and happy. He usually ventures out
of the city, he wants to visit those wonderful places to at least see if they really are
real, or are just a dream people wish could be true. He had found one or two, he saw
the sunlight, he saw large trees and fresh grass for once, instead of seeing cement
wherever he turned his head. Even though these places were breathtaking, he never
stayed for too long.His mane was pure white, though the pollution has permanently
dyed it with the smoke. He had nothing to lose at that point, and although it was a
pretty sight, he'd rather stay where he grew up in, he realized he would be too
uncomfortable living in the bright colored places. He can just look into the puddles
of oil or water around the city if he ever wanted to be cheered up with a bit of color,
though who really needs colors anyways?

[Puffee]

n a m e
Leonidas • However he is known simply as Leon. Occasionally he'll also get called Leo, but next to never is he called by his full name.




s t o r y
When the Leaves Rustle • 569 words

The first rays of sun broke through the gently rustling leaves, waking Leonidas. Leon, as he is known by, was lying under a large, delicate leaf. With his beautiful green colours, he blended in easily. A calm breeze blew - perfect weather. But something disturbed him about this. The question was, what?

Lazing near the stream under the warm rays of sun, Leon still felt troubled. He told himself over and over not to worry about, that he was being silly. But the strange thought was persistent, and he continued to ponder over it. The wind had picked up a bit now, the leaves rustled more. He was not frightened, but more... worried.

The air raced around now, roaring with it's incredible speed. Leon had been right to question the calm - the calm before the storm. Heavy raindrops crashed onto muddy ground, beating hard on poor, soaking Leon. Clearly fearful now, he hurried around, unsure of what to do. Lightening flashed above him, and he ducked his head. Deep inside of him though, was a curiosity. A curiosity to know what would happen next. So he stayed in the horrible storm instead of running for shelter. Big mistake.

Leon somehow ended up back by the stream. On any other day, it was calm and peaceful, the sound of the water running over the rocks was always soothing. But not now. The sounds of the rain and the thunder, combined with the flooding river created a roar of deafening noise. Leon stood there, slightly scared but mostly intrigued by the odd weather. Until whoosh, the mighty waves of the 'stream' carried him away. He could swim, in fact he was a good swimmer, but not in these strong currents. He got tossed around by the pounding water, constantly being threatened of drowning. His head suddenly went under, and his eyes opened. He was in peace, relaxing. The sound of the storm was dulled significantly, and it was as if time slowed down. He felt safe. He wanted to live in that moment forever. But it lasted a mere second or so - before the water pushed him up and he was once again in the horrifying reality. Why did he stay outside?

Gasping for air, he washed up on the bank, crawling on his weakened legs. When his strength returned, he found that he was lost. He had no idea where to go, or what to do. So he did the only thing he could think of, and lay down on the moist soil. That was the last thing he remembered, before is world turned to black....


"What do you think so far?" Leon smiled.
"Oh, uncle, you have quite the imagination! I love it!" the young Pseudodragon beamed at him.
Leon grinned, "Well, I always have been the amazing type." He flicked his tail and stood with mock proudness. His expression turned serious for a moment. "Although, I'm writing from experience. Not imagination. This really happened."
The young Pseudo stared at him in awe, but said nothing.
"Oh, yes, it's true. I was about your age when it happened."
"Does that mean that I can go on adventures and stuff like you?"
"I don't see why not. We're all really quite amazing."
The young Pseudodragon mimicked his uncle's tail flick and proud stance.
"But," Leon warned, joking around again, "no-one can be as amazing as me."
The two of them laughed.

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Story [max. 1,000 words]:
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Story [max. 1,000 words]:

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Story [max. 1,000 words]:
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