[Unused]

Name?

Quaestio.

This means Questions in Latin, coming from the question mark on his leg.

Poem?

His heart pounds with freedom,
his eyes glow with love,
for this J Bean Dragon
the wild's not enough.

In this crazy world,
Quaestio fits
Just how he likes it
For he keeps his wits.

Trained in survival,
He travels the world.
In hope that he'll find,
a wonderful girl.

Together they'll travel
the world, one plus one.
To find the place they'll live.
Where JBs have fun.

They'll stay there forever,
with peace throughout all.
Remember this Story,
That started this all.

[philocalist]

;; т н ɛ . Ǥ ι ғ т . σ ғ . Ƨ ι ℓ ɛ и c ɛ . ;;



The glimmering moon dappled through the leaves,
the wind rippled the lake like lace,
the dusty, dirty path lay a lost ribbon in the midst,
of lonely pine trees.

A flash of neon escapes the gaze of onlookers,
darting past bushes, scrubs and shrubs,
dancing atop the soil were his paws,
lightly, delicately, silently.

Yes, he was small, battle wounds scattered about his pelt,
Dual-colored eyes narrow, determination clouds their glaze,
as he steps,
lightly, delicately, silenty,
towards the restless blue.

Translucent wisps ahead, haunting the crispy leaves,
bustling about, carefully form a shape,
the shape of the warrior's lover,
who did not happen to escape his fight.

She'd fallen victim to attackers, unknown to the survivor,
but when he saw her face,
her familiar, sorrowful face,
he broke down at the banks, tears falling, falling,
lightly, delicately, silently,
he cried.

Don't cry, my darling,
the wind whispers, flowing through his bright fur,
it reassures his willpower, everything was fine,
but it wasn't.

The warrior, the fighter, the lover,
he'd avenge his darling, even if it meant himself,
so he took off,
bolting past bushes, scrubs and shrubs,
through the lonely pines,
to a bone-chilling cave.

Tentative steps inside, they echo, echo,echo
As pebbles rattle underneath his paws.
Tactfully, carefully, silently,
The Dragon sallies forth,
to the attackers,
to seek his vengeance.

Hello? Hello? Hello?
Water drops say, alerting him their post,
as he rushes forth, claws unsheathed,
teeth bared,
as he hits....

Nothing.

They were not here, they never were here,
as the warrior stands, puzzled.
What happened? Where were they?
Endless questions run through his troubled mind,
as a quiet wind fills the cave.

Do not worry my darling,
it whispers, flowing through his bright fur,
All is well.
Nodding, the warrior exits, calmed by the voice of his lover,
he knew it was alright now,
it was truly alright now,
for the attackers had taken care of themselves.

((If you don't understand that last stanza, the attackers killed themselves, I don't exactly know why.. .-.))

[SubtleBurn03]

Name:

Python

Gender:

Male

Age:

WIP

Personality:

WIP

Likes:

WIP

Dislikes:

WIP

Fears:

WIP

Art:

WIP

Poem:

WIP

[Jetti]

I would name this little boy Viper

(Meaning VIPER: From the vocabulary word, meaning "serpent, snake," itself composed of the Latin elements vivus "alive, living" and parere "to bear, to bring forth."

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Poem WIP

[miike]

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#46EDA7
#BE48EA
#4275EA

name ;; Cairo (Ky-row)
poem ;; wip

[olivionary]

Ribbit
{{Like the sound a frog would make, since the first posts say he was based on a frog

I keep tossing and turning in my empty bed,
While the sun continously sets,
Wake up each morning,
Nothing is new.

A rainbow of colour is all that's in sight,
Leaping and Glowing,
A glistening light.

A constant flow of colour,
A rainbow to all that we see,
Questions and Answers,
Poison arrows thrown our way,
That's all we need to get through this day.


{{{I first wrote it as a song but I've edited it so it makes sense as a poem

[luthor]

Hello, My Name's Flynn!
I'm Pretty Hyper,
I Really Like to Spin!
Spinning Is Fun,
You go round and round,
But be Careful not to fall on the ground.
My Name's Pretty cool, Don't you think so?
Hey! Let's go make some Cookie Dough!

Personality

Flynn is very happy and jumpy.
He always takes comments like "You're weird" in a good way.
He really loves sugar. He'll eat anything if you put sugar on it.
Yeah, seems gross right? He'll even eat carrots and asparagus if you put sugar on it.
He likes the fact that his colors stand out from everyone, he feels like he's really special, which makes him his happy self most of the time.
Though he's not always happy.
He is very sensitive. Somethings he takes in a good way, like 'You're weird" , as said before, but most other things that aren't actually pretty mean, hurt his feelings. He doesn't like seeing others sad either. Seeing someone sad makes him sad.
Flynn really likes teddy bears, he usually has his wherever he goes. He named his Teddy Bear, Charlie.
...Which was just probably the first name that popped into his head xD

[Le Pegasister]

Name: Neon

Poem:

Hello, little friend
Will you slink out of the bushes and peer at me
bashfully,
Or stay in the dark, afraid of the sharp scent of human?
I would draw you out
And soften your fear until you can trust again
I wish only to befriend you
And play as I did in childhood
Bring me back to innocence, little friend
Back to the sweet golden days
When hope enfolded me
And I knew naught of the ruthlessness of the world
Little friend
You close old wounds
At least for a little while
But I will always hold the memory of the days when I played
With you

I dunno, he just looked so sweet and innocent...

Peg

[NoLongerOnCS]

[center]
Galaxy

I watch the clouds as they pass my head
Id watch the sky as I lie in bed
The stars they seem to be so bright
And shine so oddly in the night
Id love to say I love the earth
but more than that, the sky I yearn
To be a star amongst the others
to live a life with the sun as a brother
To be above a million others
To watch the earth and change its weather
But that's just a dream and I know to see
I can never be in a galaxy
so I remain to stay up here
To gape at the sky with my own peers
but one day I will, I swear, I promise
make it up there to be a comet

personality : Galaxy is sweet and innocent at most times or thats at least how he started off. As he grew up he became i bit more dependat and of course was stubborn and smart. He likes to prank people but never goes too gar and likes to be in a good mood though on occasion doesnt. He is brave and confident in himself always doung his best on things.

WIPPPP

[chromatica]

Does the poem have to rhyme?