Username:'Mione
JBD Name:Strawberry Dream (Dream)
Gender:Male
Personality:Dream is shy, and like his name suggests, he is a dreamer. Instead of hanging out with other JB Dragons, he prefers to hide up in a tree, weaving his way along the branches and feeling the wind in his fur. He likes to look up at the sky, watching the birds fly by and wishing he could fly too. Mostly he prefers to sit in a tree with a good fantasy book or his note book where he writes poems. His words are not limited, even though he doesn't talk much and is socially awkward. His poems are as smooth as silk, grabbing on to your heart and holding fast to it. He possesses a gracefulness in his poems with is equally matched by his complete and udder clumsiness.
If he takes a liking to you or your jelly bean dragon though, watch out! He is loyal to to the few friends he has, sticking by their side in times of trouble if they are exeptionally close. He generally prefers to be around friends who are bigger than him and who could protect him if anything went wrong, though if you're exceptionally kind and smaller than him, he may open up to you. On a side not, he enjoys being fed strawberries which have been dipped in sugar and whipped cream.
Story:I clutched onto my book in my tail as I climbed the maple tree. My blue eyes skitted around, making sure no one was watching as I scurried up into the highest branches, unafraid of their height. Sometimes I believed that was the only thing I wasn't afraid of. Nessled in the branches, I pulled out a blue pen from the spirals of the note book and uncapped it with my mouth, careful to avoid dropping the pen. I clipped the cap onto the cover, and then took the pen out of my paw and placed it in my mouth, flipping to the next blank page, ready to resume my poem.
Crisp wind,
It brushes by me,
Makes me
Forget about yesterday,
Kiss it away into the wind,
Blow away
All your troubles,
The wind will take them,
Far away
Into the sunset,
They will ride,
Leaving nothing,
But happiness
Left behind.
~SDI rip the page out, the sound making me cringe. Gentally I caressed it in my hands until I finally folded it up into a neat little square. The paper was soft beneath my paws, and my heart ached to keep it. But I must return the poem back to where it has come from. I must put it back. When a breeze began to stir my fur, lovingly brushing my cheek, I lifted up my paws to the sky and released the square into the wind. It flutters away, dancing on the wind like a leaf, flying far off into the sunset.
~
I do not know where it will go. I do not know if someone will find it. For all I know it will be gone forever. Maybe someday, though, the wind will carry the poem back to me as a voice. Maybe, some day, I will hear the words of my poem being spoken upon someone's lips. Maybe not. The wind has taken the poem, just as it takes my sorrows everyday. For that, I am greatful.
Art: My song (I sound terrible!)
Why you deserve this JBD:I'm not actually sure, to be truthful. I would love her and love to have her, but I can't really think of any reason in particular that she should be mine. I guess just because I don't have one, if there was a role play for them (is there) I would role play her and I would put her in my signiture for a bit.