[QUITTING.PLZTAKEPETS]

Star Shower, AKA Star. Her fur patterns look like shooting stars and shooting stars remind me of the name Star Shower.

Female. She looks like a girl to me!

Sorry if it's a bit too long...

My past life was like a dream. One that you forget about all or at least most that happened the moment you wake up. One that brings nothing to you but pain and sadness. As much as I don't want to tell this story again, I will anyways because I guess I don't have much of a choice. On the day of my 6th birthday, things were going well...almost TOO well, until my parents exclaimed "It's time". I curiously asked "It's time for what?" That was all I remembered before I ended up in a new unknown place, away from my parents, friends, and other family members. I took me a while to adjust and realize what had happened to me, where I was, and why I was there. As I soon figured out, I had my first (and so far only) time-travel to the future because of my orange jewel. I could've immediately time-traveled back, but something went wrong; REALLY wrong: I had lost all of my memories. I thought there was no point in going back and that something else could go wrong too if I time-traveled again. So, I stayed in the future.

I was 6 when I time traveled and now I am 22. Yet I still remember some memories that suddenly pop into my mind during the most random moments and bring me a wave of pain. Sometimes, I doubt that they are memories...they could've been dreams or daydreams. Sadly, I will never be able to truly know if they are memories or dreams, though I call them memories just because it actually makes me feel more like me. For instance, that one night when it was thundering and pouring, I got really frightened and I couldn't sleep, so I got out of bed and headed to my parents' room. Daddy was sound asleep and didn't hear me enter their room, but Mommy heard me. She walked me back to my room, tucked me back in bed, and sat beside me. She asked me what was wrong and I said I was scared of the storm outside. She hugged me close to her, and somehow I immediately felt safer and relaxed. She sang to me...a sad song. Actually, I wouldn't call it sad; the word sentimental would fit better. Anyway, it was decent enough for me to fall asleep. I don't really know why I remember this memory but whenever it comes to my mind, I wish I was tucked in bed with Mommy singing a "lullaby" to me; just like before. I guess it just makes me feel the pain of how much I miss Mommy (and Daddy!).

I occasionally would have small memories (that usually last at the most 5 seconds) that pop into my mind, but "longer" memories rarely occur. In fact, I only have 2 slightly long memories; the one I just told and another one about watching a live show with my parents and my grandparents when I was 4. This memory was the scariest and most terrifying of all. It started out with a show about a human girl who was on a quest. She met many animal friends such as bears and birds. The "bears" were simply costumes and the "birds" were made up of feathers (feather hairbands, feather skirts, feather shoes, feather shirts, and feather pins). My parents, grandparents and I were watching the show. I got really disappointed when I realized that there weren't any REAL animals(again I was only 4) . So after the show, Grandpa asked me if I liked the show. I said it was OK because it had fake animals instead of real ones. He explained to me how that's the point; there weren't any real animals. Grandpa said that if there were real animal then the actors wouldn't be able to show how much effort they put into making costumes and that it wouldn't be easy to train a animal to do the complicated things that the actor animals did in the show. I simply nodded. Then, suddenly, something shocking happened; since Grandpa was in his late "80"s, his health wasn't very steady. He had a heart attack, or at least something similar to that. We tried to get help but we were too late...Grandpa had already died. Grandma and I froze in shock with tears in our eyes while Mommy started crying and Daddy started panicking as he "spoke" to Grandpa, even though he knew that nothing could save his father at that moment. "Why did you include the conversation and the show in this story?" you ask me? Well, it's because it was my last moments and words with Grandpa. This particular memory saddened me the most, and somehow it keeps coming back to me.

So now you see what my past life was like. I know, not very fun. Actually, I've had my most fun moments in the "future". Then again, I barely remember my history. I mean, I was a lonely only child (at least I think I was an only child) with nothing but my family (I don't think I had any friends). The only thing I know for sure is that my name is Star Shower (also known as Star), my birthday is December 1,1992 (I don't know how I know my birthday but I do), and that I am orange jeweled Jewel Mane Dragon. Though, that's all I needed to make my future so much happier than my past. I only have the future to depend on, because my past might as well be gone for eternity..

Oh and my fontmemes sometimes get messed up, out of order, wrong worded etc., so when that happens, just keep refreshing the page until it says "Star Shower" on the top, then " Name", then "Gender", and then "History" with no repeated fontmemes of the same word.

[Paycho]

oh my gosh you picked my favorite song from like ever. I am all over this Jmd.
It's dang from Anastasia! I love you so much.


Name: Anastasia,
Gender: female
History:

gigantic W.i.p but I love her so much I will definitely return.

[MoonlightSerenade]

Name:

Ziema Neive Zoonus.

Ziema Which means 'Winter" In Latvian.

Neive Which means "Snow" In Spanish

Zoonus which is an last name I made from the top of my head

Gender:

Male...surprisingly. Ziema would be a girls name... But His name is his name...

History:

Ziema was born December 15th, 1829. For the first three years, he lived in royalty. His family consisted of three sisters, one brother and his mother and father. His youngest sister, Anastasia, was his best friend. All of his siblings received their jewel colors, varying from white to blue except for Zeima..
He never saw his jewel power until his 17th birthday.
When he turned 17, revolution was breaking out among the land lived in. The government seemed to turn on the people, some of the citizens being murdered in their homes. The first one in his family to get caught in the fire was Zeima's parents, then his brother. Zeima tried to protect his three sisters in fright, but in avail, the two oldest died from gunshots. Zeima clutched Anastasia praying when a somewhat miracle happened...his jewel began glowing. It seemed as if time was fast forwarding, the world changing around the two siblings. and Zeima then passed out holding his sister.

Zeima woke up in the year 2010. 181 years later after his own time...but yet he didnt age a day. His sister, in the same condition, pointed that his jewel color had not changed at all...but stayed white. But was it orange?

after being knocked forward in time, he adjusted to the new era...despite the new technology around him. His sister went on to be a dancer, he went on to look into history, studying the history courses in an university. Today he is in a relationship with Saniya kirkland (owned by honorablechickensoup) and lives a happy life in the city of Los Angeles.

[Dragorex Oshican]

Name: drakora
Gender: male
History: I have come her passing through the barrier between dreams as I search for my parent's. All I can remember of them is the songs they sung to me as a child. Their voices soft and light lifting my soul when I felt down. Why has my search brought me to this world. Is it because my family is here or is it just another memory. I must keep looking for it my memories that keep me going. Even on this cold December's night.

[lvxe]

Reserve❤

[pIanted]

i am Snow. That is my name, given to me by the fairy girl. The angel girl. My saver. The one that made my life worthy. I am a female, that you should know. But now, lye back and hear my story. Hear my story, the story of me, told once upon a December, the day I woke up.

My eyes fluttered open as the snow, the blizzard, ruffled up my fur. I stared at my fur, I didn't know it had that colors, those patterns. I looked up, seeing strange figures in the prancing snow, horses galloping and creatures dancing... I wasn't sure but the word 'bear' jumped into my mind. Just now I realized that I didn't remember... Anything. Only little bits of memories flowing around my mind like snowflakes, melting away when I tried to picture them. I shook my head to get away from the weird feeling I had, suddenly hearing a voice through which my ear tips bolted upright.
Someone sang...no. Not someone; a girl.
I tried to stand up, struggling to get out of the thick snow blanket covering me. I saw my fur coat again; it was just... It was... Mine. I remembered, at least a bit more. My mother... I didn't even know that I had one... She had held me in her paws, adoring my fur colors Infront of embers; maybe a camping place or even our den with a fireplace?
Then the memory melted again... Melted away and I was in the blizzard again, without the warm memories, I didn't know how hopeful they could be.
I noticed that the voice was gone, the song...the melody. I was all alone in the falling snow with the galloping horses and dancing bears, which I watched almost hypnotized by the rapid flowing of the ice crystals.
Then, the girl came. The rapid blizzard turned into slow flowing of snow that swirled around her back, creating somewhat wings for her. Painted wings. Wings so colorful and bright, they didn't fit into the cold and dark; grey and white world around me, around us.
We both didn't really fit into this world.

She steadily came towards me, now starting to sing again; lulling me into half-sleep as she carried me away, away from the dull snow storm, and to my new, happy home.

But still, I did loose my memory. And it will possibly never, never come back.
My past is still unknow.

[Umbrakinesis]

WIP.
Name::
I would name her Caravan. As in, Gypsy caravan. I don't know why . . .
Gender::
Female . . . I already said "her".


History (First dragon and anthromorphic point of view)::

Back in the winter when I was about eleven, I remember I used to like fighting my siblings. It was just play-fighting, of course. Our house backed on a forest, so we were kind of at risk from things like wolves and bears . . . How I hate fighting bears - not a pair fighting, but a dragon or human fighting one. I remember we all used to want to be bear killers. Just for the heaps of gold they got in our town. Well, not gold gold, or maybe they do, but you get the idea. Anyway, we were standing in the front yard, swordfighting. Well, stickfighting. You really think a bunch of kids had real swords? Forget it. So, there we were, fighting. Who should come trotting down the road but a random boy dragon about my age. He paused, leaning on the fence, to watch us. Up close, he looked more like twelve. "You're pretty good," he said, watching me in particular. I felt embarrassed, but also touched by an urge to impress him. I decided to focus entirely on fighting. After a few minutes, he removed his paws from the fence. "Well, I better get going," He said. "But --" He looked at me. I got the point."Caravan." I forced myself to say. "Um, yes - Caravan - let me know if you ever want to learn a little more about fighting. My dad runs the weapons shop on the corner, so you should be able to find me there - My name's Cosmo, by the way. A wind ruffled his fur and blew down his hood, revealing his green jewel. I shook his extended paw, blushing a little. "Sure, Cosmo. I'd love to."

True to my word, I came over on the weekend.Cosmo and I borrowed some swords from his father and went to a clearing in the woods. It was up on a hill, in the part of the trees which looped around into the city. It was really a beautiful place. He threw down his bundle roughly. "Well, Caravan, battle can be scary. Especially real battle. But that's why we're here - I want to help you learn. First, find a weapon that feels natural. We'll just concentrate on control for now, but eventually I hope we'll be learning together." Cosmo smiled. It was a winning smile, a hero's smile. He picked up a straight, simple sword. I tried a few, but eventually settled on a thin but strong sword with a gentle curve in the blade. "Try just getting the feel of it," Cosmo advised. "I'll help you a little." It turns out I'm a pretty quick learner, because by Wednesday we were actually jousting a little. "You're a natural!" Cosmo told me after a particularly tiring session. "Say," I said suddenly, "My family's going to the petting zoo tomorrow. Want to come?" "Sure," He said easily. "It'll be great. I want to see the new horses, too."

The following day, Cosmo joined us at the zoo. We both had a lot of fun seeing all the animals. They really had a wonderful assortment there. I was entranced by a sleek silver-grey horse, who looked like a shooting star or a fast river when he galloped around the enclosure. I wished I could pet him, but I was wearing mittens and he was too restless anyway. We were all laughing and talking happily by the time we left. Cosmo managed to corner me before we left. "Now, my turn to invite you somewhere. Will you come to the town skating party at the rink?" The party was next week. Everyone had been talking about it, and I expected some would find it rather . . . romantic.

Cosmo looked great on party day. I knew it was going to be romantic. How could I not notice? Everyone basically had a date. So we did skate. Together, mostly. And I realized, we probably were in love . . . for real. Eventually, we both sat down for a bit on a bench with hot chocolate. I felt so safe and comfortable there with him. I wish those moments of winter evening could have lasted forever. I thought about our training. I thought about my siblings. I thought about the future. I thought.

It turned out Cosmo and I were almost at the same level now. We had started flat-out dueling. I mean, we never really tried to hurt each other, but still. Actually, the training was kind of fun. And now I knew for sure I was in love with Cosmo. I remember he once told me, "Battle is like a dance. Remember, either have a shield, or take time to learn the moves properly. Once you fall, you might not get up." Advice to live by. Well, partly. Advice to fight by.

But one day, I found I needed it. I was attacked.

Cosmo had surprised me by saying I could keep the sword. I was walking through the woods behind our house - I had come to be pretty comfortable there. I was looking down at the blade when someone jumped on me. I fell, nearly impaled on the blade. I kicked out at the enemy's stomach. He staggered backwards, enough for me to regain my footing and slash at him. I couldn't see what he looked like. We were fighting as hard as we could, like animals. I thought fleetingly of dancing bears before focusing on my moves again. After about ten minutes, there was an unmistakable roar from further down the trail. My opponent pushed me down into the ditch by the path and pranced away into the trees, chanting eerily in a singsong voice, "Got your little friend, got your little friend, got your little friend . . ." I lay there with eyes half-closed until his voice faded away into the forest. I couldn't move. I fainted.

I woke up just after sunset. I couldn't see. At first I thought I was blind or even just dreaming. But the biting cold brought me back to reality. And reality was a blizzard. I spread out my wings, and happened to glance down at one. It was covered in blood and looked like a horrific abstract painting. Then it occurred to me: The snow wasn't white . . . it was - silver? I sighed, and lay back to enjoy the silver snow. Then I heard pounding hoofsteps and bells. "Santa?" I murmured deliriously. "You're early. It's only December first." But it occurred to me that Santa flew. I saw something, the sillhouette of something, that is. It was the petting zoo horses, prancing as if they couldn't feel the storm. One stopped. The silver stallion. "Silver wind . . ." I murmured. He bent his neck down and nudged me gently. I pulled myself on to his back and whispered, "Find Cosmo." The other horses stayed put, but Silver wind, as I called him, galloped further along the trail and stopped in a clearing. I could just make out a shape on the ground. "No . . . Please, no . . ." I stumbled towards it. My pleas hadn't been answered. It was Cosmo, his bloody sword on the ground beside him. A wound i his throat was still bleeding slightly, staining the snow. I fell down beside him. "Why . . ." I didn't finish. I just sobbed into his green mane. I didn't even notice the warmth in my jewels. "Cosmo . . . I love you . . ." I mumured through my tears. I heard a muffled groan and "I love you too . . ." "Cosmo?" I pushed myself up. "But . . ." He grinned weakly. "I think you just found your jewel power." I threw myself on him and stayed there while the silver-and-white world turned black.

I remembered a dim sensation of moving before I woke up. Cosmo was still beside me, but our coats had been removed. We were both in pajamas now, and laying in a bed in what I recognized to be my family's cottage. A fan was whirling gently overhead, the cool breeze a welcome thing in the heated house. My wings, tail, right arm and part of my face were bandaged. Cosmo was no better than me. But I was just glad we were alive. I pushed myself into a sitting position and tried to make sense of what had happened. I had a sword, which was now hanging on the wall. I had fought my first real battle and managed fairly well. And to make things better, I now knew I had an orange jewel. I had reversed Cosmo's time and brought him back to life. I let myself fall back.

The rest of the holiday season passed in a blur. Cosmo's family stayed with us, and we decorated the house better than ever (and that's saying something!). Furthermore, Cosmo jumped on me and, while someone scolded him, managed to push us both headfirst into a heap of unhung mistletoe. I seemed to remember he had made it. Spitting out a few leaves so he could talk, he said, "Well, we're under the mistletoe." "Cosmo, we're in the mistletoe!" I pointed out. He shut me up with a kiss.

And, even while this whole story has been told, to my knowledge, correctly, it's not really a memory. It is, but it's like the memory is a song. Strange, beautiful, emotional and unclear.

[kitty kat.]

well its supposed to end today good luck everyone

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Judging in two hours!

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Name;; Nova ↬ First word to the term super Nova which is a dying star.
Gender;; Female
History;;

I clenched the snowflake trying to remember with all my might, what once was. Was there even a once was or was I just kidding myself letting go as the snowflake fluttered away in the winter chill being whipped around from the wind currents. Of course there was a beginning like every story there was a beginning but the question was did I really want to know what was held there would scar me non the less.

A maid rushed through the hall her heels making a clicking sound against the marble as she carried a pale of water down the hallway some splashed out of the pail making everything seemed more rushed. Screams came from the other side of the hallway echoing through the castles weaving through hallways and huge rooms. As the maid rushed into the room the screams became much realer making anyone caught up into the act to become chilled and horrified. The sounds where abruptly cut off as the door slammed shut muffling the pained screams. By the morning the screams had ended silence filled its place tension so thick you could cut through it. If you listened closely you could hear the scream of a babe and the cries of a pained king. But the comforting words of a queen could not be found through the long hallways of the castle or in the many rooms not a peep can from her shut lips. For the queen was as cold as ice not a limb moved not a breath taken from her lungs. With a life came a death regrettable for a king who was incomplete without his queen. Once the time came around to accept that his queen was never coming back the king had to face the culprit. A small babe wrapped in a satin blanket to keep warm and laid in a expensive crib purchased for a princess of a honorable king. But this was no king of honor only of hate and bitterness. Looking over his sleeping child the great king made a snarling noise his eyes dark and unforgiving. He was alone with the young one all the servents asked to leave. Leaning over his child the king whispered "You are no child of mine young princess I will not father a murderer, I will call you Nova because that's the name your mother always wanted you to be called and I will stay faithful to my queen. But you killed her which can't be forgiven." The year following was full of grief for the mourning kingdom. Something brewed in the king that was noticeable dark and unforgiving he never visited the young girl growing into a functioning child. Though she was hardly considered a killer the king could not be reasoned with and became more uncontrollable as the years dragged on.

Four years later Nova was no longer a child covered in satin lying in a crib Nova was a full functioning child blind to the crime her father held against the poor child. She hardly knew what the outside world withheld her tyrant of a father always keeping her from learning anything. Sure Nova knew how to read and write due to the kindness of some servents who paid the price once the king had found out of their actions. It was a miserable child hood Nova got no visitors, they all feared the king would have their neck next. A time a depression came over the kingdom to. Crops didn't grow a rat virus rippled through the village picking off the weak and children. Animals moved to lusher parts off the land, people became desperate often fighting with one and another. That winter was long the year Nova turned three. The king became very unwell often plotted scenarios to kill Nova though none seemed to work out they struck fear into the servents who had grown to love the child. After a few more attempts to kill the young princess the servents spread the news to the village. Made clear something had to be done and quick, some chose to ignore the rumors others in fear of losing there lives called the servents crazy and unthankful for what the king had given them. Others to weak to even care starving was on most folks minds. At once it was made clear that Nova's hero would not come to save her from her evil father and the servents gave in accepting the princesses fate. Not even the queen herself could have saved Nova now, but sometimes when light is the dimist you might find a shining star.
When Nova turned four there was another mighty winter making the Villagers even more hungry and bad tempered. After a year of fail attempts to kill his daughter the king was as unforgiving then ever. Once Nova had asked about her mother while the king was alone with her. She came out of the conversation with a long gash across her muzzle and a few bruises could have been more but the new queen had walked in. Oh yes the king had selected a new queen one who hated Nova as much as he did. To her Nova was the next queen a burden to her considering she wanted her child to become a king or queen someday. One night Nova was surprised to find herself allowed to come to one of her father many ballroom dances. Unaware of a actual ball would be like. Once a old servent named Jasper had told her of such an event, in the eyes of a mistreated four year old that was almost unbelievable. Many village children thought being a princess would fix all there problems but Nova herself had a hot meal and a warm place to sleep but no love in her life. It was lonely and miserable. Perhaps tonight the king could see her potential after all and learn to love his daughter. The ball room decorated with a assortment of reefs, Christmas trees, and ordamints. JMDs below dressed in lace and slik dresses The backs puffed out making there rumps look bigger then normal. Nova wore a light blue dress with a assortment of blue designs. It wasn't the prettiest dress at the party but made Nova light up like the galaxy itself. Nova rushed down the stairs out of the eyes of her father. Once she was down on the floor couples swirled in a snowflake motion celebrating the snowfall outside. For the rich it was beauty not a sign of death. The combined noises of voices echoed through the huge room almost drowned by a piece of music that played over and over through the night (the melody of Once Opon a December) that included quite the variety of insterments. Through the night Nova met a women who would lead Nova to the haven she deserved. The pretty JMD with the bird feather hat handed Nova a sliver bear which she spun around with dancing in a tight circle. Later in the night the pretty JMD asked a question that would change the lige of Nova forever "So you are King Solars daughter." Nova had nodded her eyes becoming sad at the mention of her love less father. "Yes." she had answered in less then a whisper. Less the ten minutes later Nova had been swept off her feet carried into the white out storm. Through the strom in a carrage when she could make out the shape a two horses pulling along the horse drawn carrage. In her ear the women sang a soft tune "Found a girl small and brave. One foot taken out of the grave, she is my lass I am fond. On a December night" to the soft tune Nova feel asleep unaware she would never go back to her prison. That night in the storm Nova was taken out of the kingdom and given to a balanced family in her far away kingdom ending Nova's fathers control on her.

Looking up in the sky through my bedroom window I imagined the stars signing over the black grey clouds maybe they held the story to my history. Of course I had grew up on a farm when I was little but who was I before my parents found me. Sighing I shook my head and looked at my only trinket from my early child hood. A sliver bear closing my eyes I could almost picture the a women with a bird feather hat. Horses outlined against snow, a snarling JMD and figures dancing in the pattern of a snow flake. I had made countless pictures of what I saw and have a box of them. It helped me belive where ever I came from I could shine as bright as a Super Nova.

Congrats Isabella!<3 ;v; After reading through all your forms it was a hard decision. ;o; You all came up with some very interesting concepts. Thank you all for submitting a form! I wish you the best of luck for any jewel mane dragon you intend to try for in the future.