[kirill]

Edit: I love it!

I have no chance against the other forms, though... :c

[Mordecai]

Username:
Recovery

Name:
Milky Way

Nickname:
Moo moo, Galaxy

Gender:
Female

Age:
Adult

Why You Want Her:
Iwould like to adopt her because
1. I love the colors and simplicity of her markings.
2. I dont have a jbd and i only want one, i think she's perfect for me.
3. I love her so much.. i would make tons of arts for her and maybe a comic if i get a new computer tower. I would also sketch her tons of times (cause i have tons of free time).
4. Shes such a tomboy :)
5. I promise ill live her forevers <3

History:
Ive been running for days. I tried to hide from them. Why am i so scared? Probably because i think they might hurt me or skin me for money. I don't want to get eaten.
"Hey weirdo slow down im starving" said someone chasing me.
I never stopped running. Like i would listen to those who.make fun of my markings? No way.
But why am i stopping... too tired to run....
I passed out.

I awoke in a small cage. Not too much room to walk around in. I looked around a few minutes. i saw the keys to the cage to unlock it. Cant reach 'em though.

I wanted to cry. I did. But for some reason, i couldnt.
I was thinking about so many things.
There was so much going through my mind.


I looked across the room. There was a little girl in a cage. About 15, maybe 16 years old. It wasnt right to speak to humans, but what else did i have?

"H-hello..." i said to the little girl.
"Hey.. " she never looked up.
"Look at me please." I said, whispering.
She looked up, a bit surprised because she didn't see another human.
"Who's talking to me?" She said quietly .
"Its.... me" she looked at me and got quieter.
"You're... a talking dog thing...." she was a bit suspicious.
"I'm a jellybean dragon." I said calmly, even though i felt offended.
"Oh im sorry ma'am." She looked back down and started crying.
"Why you cryin' darlin?"
"I was walking to the pet store... they came outta no where miss." She kept crying.
"I was looking for an owner.. a place to be loved.."
"If we get out some day, ill keep that promise.. what's you're name?"
"My name.. never got one of those before."
"When i got a pet i wanted to name it Milky way.. like our Galaxy's name...."
"I like it. Milky way it is. Thank you little girl.."

Police barged in a couple days later. Me and the little girlgo out safely. We were both given food and water. Then i went home with her. Best backyard ive ever seen.

(The little girl in the story was me apparently lol).

[Metallic Dragon]

"Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid."
~Franklin P. Jones

Username:
Metallic Dragon

Name:
Shinigami

Nickname:
Shinnie

Gender:
Female

Age:
Adult

Additional Personal Information:
Date of birth: March 14

Family Relations: Lives with her mother, she has no siblings. Her father and mother are separated, though he does occasionally visit with his human family.
Romantic Relations: None, she puts out that she prefers being alone, but deep down she'd really like someone. However, due to the hatred and fear many of the others feel for her, she does not have high hopes for finding love.
Friend Relations: She only has one friend, a slightly younger jellybean dragon named Tonio(short for Antonio). He is the only dragon who ignores her appearance and snappy behavior, seeing someone who can actually be cared about.
Social Relations: She has a very difficult time getting along with others of her kind. Most judge her before getting to know her and so she generally avoids social interraction for fear of being rejected completely.

Mental Health: Fairly Stable
Physical Health: Stable
Emotional Health: Unstable
Spiritual Health: Somewhat Unstable
Social Health: Unstable

Why You Want Her:
Up until now, the jellybean dragons have never held much interest for me. They were cute, yes, but when it came to designs that caught my eye, there were none. Recently I opened an art shop and since then I’ve gotten a couple of orders from people wanting me to draw the dragons they were applying for. After each one, I looked over the dragons for adoption more closely, just browsing. The first time, there were still none that caught my eye and I lost interest again. However, this time, after finishing a different piece, I saw Shinnie.
My stomach lurched and I clicked on her to make sure I wasn’t just getting my hopes up. To be honest, I expected her to already be adopted. My assumption was wrong of course, and that led me to read over the post. Yes, she was definitely the one I wanted. Not only was she a darker design, something that I have always found intriguing and beautiful, the short blurb for her intro, showing a touch of her personality, it was perfect. Sarcasm and bravery all mixed into one. My first thought, “Oh yes, I can work with this.”
I have always had a soft spot for those who can be considered 'outcasts' and though I'm sure under different circumstances she could be accepted, the fact that your short blurb tells us she is running for her life for being different made my heart throb for the pretty girl.

Favourite Food:
Her very favorite food is Cinnamon Life cereal. She likes to joke that because of it, she can have her life and eat it too. That, and she likes that it isn’t as sweet as many other cereals. In this way, it reminds her of herself. Not as sweet as other jellybean dragons, but not so tasteless that no one can like her.

She also really enjoys chocolate sauerkraut cake, a dish that many judge before tasting and so miss out on the moist, chocolaty treat it really is. They’re all thrown off by the fact that it contains sauerkraut, so they believe that the cake is made to be a prank rather than a real dessert.

Personality:
Sarcasm is one of her strongest traits. She is known to use sarcasm when she’s nervous or upset. She doesn’t mean to be this way most of the time though; it’s just a trait she is unable to control unless she really thinks about what she is saying.
She is not one to take a joke unless it’s to take it personal. In her opinion, there is no such thing as a good joke and she would much rather everyone just be serious. Jokes, to her, are attempts to break through her defenses. On particularly bad days, even a slightly joking tone can set her on edge, or push her over the edge when she’s already there.
Shinnie tries very hard to be brave and strong. She does all she can to fight her fear rather than give in to it when she feels threatened. This has led to her being very callused and somewhat insensitive to the feelings of others. Of course, no one except Tonio seems to care about her feelings so he’s the only one she even tries to be sensitive to.
Lonely and withdrawn are more good words to describe Shinigami. Although her loneliness is by no choice of her own, there is nothing she can do to escape from it. She has an inept ability to frighten any dragons she tries to speak to so ‘making friends’ is an impossibility. Due to this, it’s hard for her to find the will to speak to others about her feelings and fears. She knows that even if she tried, she would be brushed aside, ignored, or the others would just run away from her.
She is the definition of ‘on edge’ many say that she looks like she could snap at any moment, always tense and angry-looking. Despite this fact, many push her as far as possible to see just how much it would take to break her completely. This is a major part of the reason she hates jokes and all they imply.
She’s cynical and angry a lot of the time, especially when she’s around other dragons. Even around Tonio she can be unpleasant and rude. She’s most comfortable when she’s at home and away from judgmental eyes. It is only during this time that her good traits come out, though on occasion(when she’s having an exceptional day) she can be seen laughing and joking without a hint of her usual unpleasantness.
She has always wanted to live a normal life, find a companion and live peacefully where she can be loved unconditionally. The older she gets, the more this dream fades. By this point in her life, she has nearly given up hope on finding herself someone who will love her despite her frightening appearance.


History:
Being different in a community where everyone else is so much the same was never an easy feat. Dark markings, a skull-like mask on my face, and a bit of an anti-social personality did not make it easy for me to make friends with the other jellybean dragons my age. Throughout my childhood I never knew anything but loneliness and the feeling of being outcast. Not that it’s my fault I’m not brightly colored and sickly sweet like everyone else. It’s due to their similarities, not my difference, that I’ve become such an outcast from our society. No, not our society, their society. I refuse to consider myself a part of it. They never have, so why should I?
I guess it wasn’t all bad, I did have one friend. Tonio** was the only one who accepted me, made me feel like I could belong. He was the definition of all things kind, I took his company for granted though. A mistake that cost me everything.
I guess I just didn’t understand what being my friend did to Tonio’s social life. I didn’t see that he was making an outcast of himself by being seen with me, by defending me when others spoke behind my back. It’s because of me that he was continuously bullied and scoffed at, and I didn’t do anything to help him.
Was it because I was so used to the painful words that I could walk passed and not hear them teasing him? Was I really so callused? Of course I was.
Either way, I suppose in a roundabout way, it’s my fault Tonio and I got in that fight in the first place. Ok, so maybe it was all my fault we got in a fight. But I had been having a long day and after receiving a face full of chocolate pudding and mustard, I was in a foul mood. In all honesty, I knew Tonio was just trying to make me feel better, acting the part of a good friend. The friend I didn't know how to be, or even how to react properly to. He had approached me on the street, a carton of eggs in his paws and a big grin on his face.
“You wanna get them back? We could go egg their den, or just go smash these over their heads.” He had suggested, holding up the eggs and giving me a conspiratorial look. Nothing to get mad about right? Nope. And yet I did. I blew up at him, right there in front of everyone. I couldn’t help myself, I was on edge and his joking tone made me completely snap.
“Go AWAY Tonio! I’m not in the mood to deal with you and your oh-so-perfect life today.” I snarled, fur bristling as I glared at him. “Just because you can sit and grin like an idiot at everything doesn’t mean I have to. I didn’t ask for your company, just go away and leave me ALONE!”
He stood there for a long moment, shocked, the expression on his face changing from a smile to an expression of hurt as I yelled at him. I've hurt him plenty of times, usually he just took it without complaint, keeping his disappointment and pain to himself. It wasn’t until he took a few steps back and lowered his head, tears forming in his eyes, that I realized what I had done.

“No, Tonio… I didn’t mean it, I’m just- I mean-“ I began to apologize, but it was too late. He shook his head, turned around, and darted away, dropping his eggs on the ground as he left. I stood there, unsure what to do as the small crowd that had gathered stared at me, speechless.
It took me a moment to regain my composure, but when I did, I glared at them, “What are you looking at? Don’t you already have enough to gossip about?” They backed away under my withering gaze and murmured softly as they crept away. I stood there a moment longer, pudding and mustard running down my fur and dripping to the ground in slimy globs. Finally, I was able to force my legs to move, though it took all of my willpower. I wasn't sure what to do or what to think. Just how much had I hurt Tonio? Would he be back to himself again tomorrow, ever the gentle, forgiving soul?
I trudged home, trying my best to ignore the stares I got as I stumbled down the street, holding back furious tears. My mother didn’t say anything to me as I flopped down in a wilted heap on the floor of our den. She just sighed, assuming that I had, once again, distanced myself from the other dragons. She didn’t know yet that it was not just the ‘other dragons’ this time. I had hurt my only friend.

I planned on apologizing the next day. I truly felt remorse for my harsh words, but I couldn’t find Tonio anywhere. Was he avoiding me? I assumed so. Three days passed with no sign of him and I began to worry. Where was he? Had I hurt him so badly that he wouldn’t leave his den?
Days turned into a week, still with no sign of him. Finally I decided to go to his den and try to confront him there. Even if he was avoiding me, at the very least I could make sure he was alright. I found myself just hoping he was ill and wasn't able to come outside, that he wasn't actually avoiding me.
What I found when I reached his den made my heart stop. The small cave was a disaster, his nest was shredded and thrown around, food scattered and smashed on the floor and worst of all, a trail of dried blood ran from the back wall to the exit. What in the world had happened here?
I had to remind myself to breathe, had to tell my heart to slow down before it thudded right out of my chest. My brain could not be stilled as it fired panicked questions at me. Where was Tonio? Was this his blood on the floor? If so, was he alright, or… I stopped myself from finishing the question, before thinking the word that wanted so desperately to escape the confines of my mind and send me on my way to becoming a wilted heap of silver fur.

“And so the murderer returns to the scene of the crime.” A low voice murmured from behind me.
I whipped around to see that several dragons stood behind me, staring over my shoulder at the scene in Tonio’s den. Each and every face bore the same condemning expression, the same fear and hatred. Each silently pointing the blame at me.
“I didn’t do this! I came to apologize for yelling at him last week and found his den like this!” I screeched, my voice cracking slightly with the strain.
The others looked at me distrustfully and I shoved my way passed them, fighting back tears once again. I felt so weak, breaking down so many times over the course of only one week. Was I really so pathetic that I couldn’t hold my composure when facing the possibility that someone I actually cared about was dead? Did this mean Tonio was dead? The last words I had said to him were a half-hearted apology for screaming at him. If he was really dead, he would have died hating me. Was his death my fault? No, of course not. It couldn’t be. Tonio had been attacked, his disappearance had nothing to do with me. It couldn’t have, could it?

Story:

Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Being born with the frightening markings I have, I guess it’s only natural that other creatures would fear and dislike me. I won't deny it though, it hurts. A lot. I really can't stand those people who judge you off of appearance alone....though in this case it all started a while back, and didn't have as much to do with my looks as with....well, the circumstances surrounding the disappearance. Which I've told them I had nothing to do with, but try getting those dunderheads to believe me, it’s like trying to teach an apple to grow legs. Still, I can't help but think that this is one sorry way to go, I mean, really? Being killed off or something by THOSE morons? Couldn't I have at least gotten attacked by a bear and bravely fought until I had no breath left in me? But no. Instead I'm being chased down by these panic-struck idiots, and who knows WHAT they'll do when they catch me.

All I ever wanted in life was a nice home, with a nice family and maybe a kid or two who would play with me. Instead I'm running through this dark forest alone, probably going to die alone too. But there's nothing for it now I guess, just have to resign myself to the inevitable.....they're coming.

When I had first discovered the destruction and blood in Tonio’s den, I allowed myself to hope that the others would at least work with me to help me find out what had happened to him and whether or not he was still alive somewhere. Perhaps he had been kidnapped and was being held hostage somewhere, we just needed to find him and save him. I was stupid to let myself think that they'd even consider that option. Why bother finding out the truth when it’s easier to just blame me? Just let Tonio be dead and leave me to be a blood-thirsty monster who murdered my only friend. Because everyone knows that's exactly the type of jellybean dragon I am, I'd have to be. With markings like mine, there's no way I could possibly be innocent.

My legs burn as I continue my race through the forest, I’ve been running for what seems like an eternity and my breath comes in short bursts as my lungs scream for relief from the torture. Word spreads fast in our tiny community and I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when mom came in, telling me I needed to get out fast. I was being blamed for Tonio's disappearance, there was even word that I had killed him and was planning on getting revenge for all the mistreatment I have been dealing with since I was a hatchling. Lies of course. She breathlessly informed me that a mob was forming and they were becoming more violent in their threats against me with each passing minute. She feared that they'd kill me if I didn't leave, they were going completely insane with the fear of a threat to their lives.
I was probably going to die, that much I was resigned to. The entire community was coming after me. One jellybean dragon against an entire community that seemed much more motivated? I probably didn't stand a chance. Despite this knowledge, I ran. I mean, what else could I do? Just let them come and drag me out of my den, kill me on the street, leave my body to rot? Try and fight off twenty or so terrified jellybean dragons and hope that I was strong enough not to get brutally beaten to a pulp? Heck no. I'm no coward, but I'm not stupid either. Better to at least give myself a slender chance and only fight if I absolutely have to. Despite their ideals, I'm no killer.

Menacing-looking trees stand tall above me, sending chills up and down my spine, thin, whip-like branches slap against my face and flanks, leaving my skin stinging painfully. Momentarily I forget to keep an eye on the ground and a large thorn wedges itself into my paw, causing me to skid to a stop, panting and screeching in pain. I lift my paw and yank out the thorn, a whimper escaping my muzzle as it comes out, leaving a bloody puncture mark where it went in.
Awesome, that's just great. I think as I spit the thorn out onto the ground and stare at my injury.
I clean the blood from my paw, then cringe as I put a bit of weight on it. Nice. This is going to slow me down, figures that the one time I need luck to go my way, I step on the only freaking thorn in the loam of the forest floor. I shake my head and grit my teeth before breaking into a dead run again, limping every other step as my tender paw thuds against the ground. I can't afford to stop, not yet.
I don’t get far before I have to stop again. Running has done nothing more than tear the skin open further, making it bleed worse than before. I’m not so much concerned about the pain and damage as I am the perfect trail my bleeding is leaving behind. Beautiful red splotches forming a perfect guide to where I am, perfect for those dipwads who know next to nothing about tracking to follow me.
With a low sigh, I limp into the underbrush to rest. I’ve got at least thirty minutes by way of a head start and I figure I’ll be safe for a little while since they’ll have to move slower to actually search for me, no charging headlong through the underbrush for them thank goodness. More than anything, I just hope they’re too stupid to think of bringing dogs along to aid in their search.I shake my head before laying it down on my paws with a sigh.

I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I didn’t feel tired when I laid down. Even so, when I wake I immediately regret having stopped to rest. I can hear them now, crashing through the underbrush, outraged voices calling my name, telling me they’re not going to hurt me if I just give myself up.
I chuckle darkly, Sure, you won’t hurt me, of course not… I think the words even as I begin to get to my feet, testing my injured paw carefully, preparing to run. Their voices grow louder as they get closer and I consider just hiding since I don’t hear any dogs with them.
This idea is dashed as soon as I think of it. A low snarl comes from behind me and I whip around, finding myself face to face with a very angry badger. “Well hello there.” I grumble as it stamps the ground, threatening me with hackles raised.
I step back slowly, careful to keep one ear trained toward the direction the voices were coming from. I notice the stubby hole close by and realize that I was practically laying on top of what is probably this badger's den. "Oh, uh, sorry about that. I didn't see your den and-" I don't get to finish my stuttered explanation. With a snort, the beast charges me and I turn tail and run. I’m in no mood to fight and on top of that, I don’t plan on letting myself get injured any more than I already have. Not when I may have to fight for my life if the other dragons don't give up before I get too tired to run anymore.

Despite the fact that my pursuers are only a short distance behind me, I move more slowly now. I have decided that maybe knowing exactly where they are will be a good thing. That way I can be sure they won’t come out of nowhere when I’m least expecting it. At the same time, it makes me nervous to have them so close, their angry voices loud and terrible, something you would only expect to hear in a nightmare.

“Shinigami! We know you’re out here somewhere! You can’t hide forever! We WILL find you!” I feel slightly less repulsed now that their sickly sweet words have turned into actual threats. It’s easier now to recognize the reason behind my ever increasing fear.
I feel as if I have been running for weeks, though I know it has only been about a day. My legs feel noodly and weak and my empty stomach has been gurgling all morning. What’s worse is that they’re not giving up. The further I run, the faster they move and the crueler they become with their threats. I did not realize that other jellybean dragons could be so cynical. I have always taken them to be disgustingly sweet, so it comes as a bit of a shock to discover that maybe they're not so perfect after all. I guess you learn things every day.

My mistake comes on my third day of running. I sleep in and they’re up before me. When I open my eyes, it’s to find myself face to face with one of the dragons from when I found Tonio’s den empty and destroyed.
“Good morning Shinnie.” The dragon says with a wide, toothy grin. My heart takes off at a million miles an hour and I feel my mouth gape open, flapping silently like a fish as I try to make myself breathe. "So nice to see you again."
My head jerks back and I try to get to my feet but I find myself restrained by thick leather cords around my paws. Hogtied, those idiots had the nerve to hogtie me in my sleep. My eyes widen in shock and stare around at the crowd of dragons before me. It takes me a moment to take in the fact that I am going to die before my terror and hatred overcome my shock.
“Let me go! I didn’t kill Tonio!” I snarl, glaring around at the mob, flexing my paws to test the strength of my bonds. The leather does not waver in the least and I find myself flipping through my mind for ideas of escape even as my paws relax, giving up.
“Oh, we know that Shinigami.” This is even more of a shock to me and I feel my eyes widen and my spine stiffen. I jerk my head in the direction of the voice, trying to see who is speaking.
“Then why did you tie me up? What is going on!? If you know I'm innocent then release me and let me leave ” I shriek, my voice turning slightly hysterical and my entire body tenses again, fighting against this confusing knowledge.
“You’re just too different from everyone else. Angry. Dangerous.”
“You’re a threat to our way of life. As was Tonio.” Different voices echo these words, a low murmur moving around the mob, reminding me, strangely, of a bunch of seagulls squawking in unison.
I can see where this conversation is going and my blood runs cold. “What did you do to him? Where’s Tonio? I swear if you hurt him I’ll kill you all!” I snarl, struggling against my bonds again, hopelessly wishing they'd just give way so I could break free to fight off these dragons I felt like I no longer knew.
“He wouldn’t listen to reason. We warned him time and time again to stay away from you. We told him he’d get hurt if he didn’t do as we said.” The dragon nearest me says softly, “He became just as big of a threat as you are. He had to be destroyed.”
I freeze, staring at the monster standing over me, “You… killed him?” My voice sounds small, distant, almost child-like in its pain. Tonio is dead? Dead, just for being my friend? No... They're lying, they have to be! I'm in denial and I know it, but I can't stop my mind and heart from frantically denying the truth.
“He was warned. He knew the consequences of disobeying direct orders.” The dragon standing over me sounds so nonchalant, as if murdering another jellybean dragon, an innocent jellybean dragon nonetheless, was no big deal.
Everything is beginning to make sense now, why no one had gone looking for Tonio when he hadn’t been seen for days, why they hadn’t cared to look into his disappearance, why they blamed me for everything, even why Tonio always looked nervous when we were hanging out together in public. Without me, Tonio would still be safe, still be alive. I had not only caused him pain and heartache, I had all but caused his death.
“You’re all insane." My voice is a choked whisper, "Crazy, completely and utterly looney!” I moan, letting myself go limp. What does it matter now if they kill me or not? My only friend is dead just for having the nerve to accept me. I can never return to the community knowing they’re murderers, even if they were to free me and apologize for their actions, I'll never be able to trust them again.
My eyes fly open again, glaring into the eyes of my soon-to-be-murderer, “And my mother?” I ask, fearing the worst. Fearing that she's here, somewhere in this mob, calling out for my death.
“She disappeared, we’ve got a group hunting her as well for tipping you off, but she was better prepared than you.”
I sigh in relief as that huge weight lifts off of my shoulders. At least my mom isn’t part of this group, at least she still loves me and isn't here seeking my blood. I close my eyes again, resigned to my death. “I hope you all get what you deserve, killing innocents like this, just because we’re different. Karma will catch up to you all.”
Though my eyes are closed, I can see the toothy grin and crazed look in the dragon’s eyes as he chuckles, “You keep telling yourself that Shinnie.”

Art: These can also be found through links within the story. All were drawn by me.
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**Please note that Tonio is not an actual dragon and was created only for use in this application.

[tokietok]

SUPER WIP

մʂҽɾղɑʍҽ: Mockingbird
ղɑʍҽ: Draik
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ: Mystery Murderer
ցҽղժҽɾ: Female
ɑցҽ: Adult
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Her: I've never had a Jellybean Dragon before, and I think Draik would be a very suitable first JBD. I really love her markings; they remind me of my favorite drawing medium, watercolor. c:

հìʂէօɾվ:

When I woke up, Mom still wasn't home. Dad shook his head and sighed as I ask him where she had been. He simply gave me a very disappointed look and broke the news.
"Draik, I'm afraid your mother won't be coming back home for a very long time."
They never told me why she left us. By they, I mean the other Jellybean Dragons in our forest-like area. They were very mean and all the other kids excluded me because they were so bright and perky and bouncy and. . . well, just. . . happy.
I was happy, too -- but I didn't have very happy colors. I was the only gray in a canvas of reds and purples and blues and greens and stripes and dots and so on. They thought I was weird, but in truth, I was much more intelligent. Now that I think about it, is that why they hated me so? Were they jealous that I learned the basic "no-no"s much before they did?
Oh, well. No matter. They all blamed me for my mother's absence. They assumed that I was a dark dragon since I had dark colors.
I had no choice but to run. I packed a large brown leather sack of provisions, matches, and other necessary supplies before leaving everything behind and finding refuge in the forest.

I am now a wanted criminal charged with an alleged crime, a large reward posted on the wanted posters peppering every redwood tree in this forest.

Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd:
Strange enough, Draik has always loved papayas. They're so tasty and there doesn't exist a food that you can't mix with a papaya.

Šŧørγ

[momotarou]

You must stop making these so Amazing<//3

մʂҽɾղɑʍҽ:
Blazer.Peppermint
ղɑʍҽ:
MALINDA
ʍҽɑղìղց
Variant spelling of English Melinda, meaning either "black/dark serpent" or "sweet serpent."
I find it fitting, because she's treated just like a serpent. More Like a Ball Python ( which are not venomous)
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ:
Mali, or Mal
ցҽղժҽɾ:
Female
ɑցҽ:
Adult
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Her:
I find her.. broken... Just like Adeo, I can't but help seeing the two interacting, though they'd be soft interactions, unlike Adeo's usual abrupt, hurtful words. She's more or less some one he can relate to.
If I do happen to get this amazing girl, I think Adeo Might have a girlyfriend >:3

հìʂէօɾվ:
Pain throbbed in my paw as I yanked the thorn from the spot were it was wedged. I mutter, biting back tears. I hear others talk about me
Mommy, she doesn't even cry when she has a thorn in her paw! A young dragon with wide eyes passes me.
I look directly into her soft rounded orbs filled with fear and I try with all of my heart to calm her
Any more, I'm used to pain
That just sent more fear into the young one's eyes. Then tears cascade down my cheeks.
I'm not a monster.. I promise, I'd never hurt anyone, but no one believes me My soft voice steals all the fear from her small eyes
You just look scary, that's it...
She smiles and I feel her warm body rub against mine in a compassionate movement.

Pain strikes me as I jolt up from my dream. Tears have stained my cheeks and I find my body cold in the den filled with other dragons cuddled close together. I sit up and see the lone moon, and feel the slightest bit of warmth and companionship.....I find it sad, my only friend is the moon

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I wait until everyone else walks out of the den until I let the pain truly set in. The black fur around my eyes was soaked. I suck in the empty air, I wanted to be some one else, I wanted a normal pelt. I wasn't a monster, but that's all they saw. I pulled my self up, and out of the den. I sighed as their eyes burned into my pelt.
Can you guys not stare? You'd think after at least a year you'd stop staring.
Mutters and growls were thrown back at me as I hurried out of the small camp. I find my self sprinting to the small lake I find as a refuge. No one would bug me here. I find my self staring into my own eyes in the reflection. I reflect on my life in return, pulling myself back to the first day I can remember.

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.:Year one, Month one:.
The time is blurry, I can remember only tiny, small bits.
I can see my father's warm smile. I can hear my mother's soft lullaby. I can feel there warmth, I can see their soft eyes. Their soft pelts warm mine. I I just felt their love, something I haven't felt in a long time.
I look up to the sky, two stats are peaking from the depths of the clouds, I look back to my paws biting back tears

.:Year one, Month two:.
Now, I can remember much more clearly

I can tell something's wrong. I see my parents less and less often. I fee this cold sensation, an empty thing. I'm not quite sure what it is, all I know is there's a hole there. Mommy and Daddy come less and less often. I miss them so much. Any more they don't return from their long departures, I cursed to sit here oh so lonesomely.

I take a shaky breath.... I knew what was coming next, and I greatly feared it...

.:Year one Month Three:.

I don't see my parents any more, their pictures are slowly slipping from my tiny memory. I wish I knew where they disappeared to, I could save them! like the great heroes like in Dady's stories

.:Year one Month four





Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd:
Dragon fruits; She feels that she'd be a Dragon fruit if she where to be any type of food

Šŧørγ

Ƥιcтʋяɛƨ тнαт яɛмιи∂ мɛ σғ нɛя:
*click*
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*Click* (is a video)

Δят
Sketch 1
Sketch 2

Єϰтяαƨ

Favorite quote;

"The only thing we have to fear is fear It's self"

Songs I used;
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Personality questions

What about you is heroic?
The one and only heroic thing about me is thst I can wake up and trudge through a day filled with hurtful murmurs and quiet accusations,

What about you is social? What do you like about people?
In other circumstances I might be social, but because of my markings and such people count me off as an out cast

What is your real, birth name? What name do you use?
Milinda... but...it's not used often.....I was told it mean serpent...I took fondly to the fact I was not the only creature feared

Do you have a nickname? What is it, and where did you get it?
I have many, but I don't much use them

What do you look like?
I hate these markings, they burn my skin every time I think of them, I am a walking skeleton with red eyes that seem to be filled with tears all the time, I'm tall, lean and fast. But they don't see that in me, they see a monster who is rather corrupt and sick.... but that's not who I am....

In your opinion, what is your best feature?
I guess my eyes, they wouldn't be as scary if they were matched with other marking

What's your real birth date?
March fourteenth

Where do you live?
WIth a group of idiots who think I'm some sort of monster

What is your most prized possession? Why do you value it so much?
Mt dreams, I can loose my self in them and actually feel loved

What one word best describes you?
Broken

What was your family like?
I don't remember much of them. I bet they were ashamed to be related to me.....

Who was your father
I can see his eyes, alike mine, but everything else is a blur

Who was your mother
I can hear her soft lullaby but like my father I can't remember much else

What were your siblings names?
I don't remember any siblings

When's the last time you saw any member of your family?
I can't remember any of my family...and I bet if they saw me they wouldn't even glance my way





Man.. I'm in love with this girl

WIP of course <3

[LostGosling]

8B
Must.... continue.... resisting.... awesomeness.... gahh!!

........."heavy sigh".........

I may have to enter this. xD
There are already some pretty good entries though,
I'll have to think about it. o3o

[griffin111]

Username: Griffin111
Name: Zen
Nick: (non)
Gendar: Girl
Age: ???
Why: I am writing a story and am on the hunt for characters, of course i will get permission from the creator first before I do. I can not i will make her best friends with my fursona and love her dearly. This design is the best and suits me perfectly
History: A dark, stormy night brewed in the mist of the deep night. Of course this was highly usually where Zen's family lived, otr atleast it was in the winter. In the summer she did as she pleased: played out, had lazy days with her parents in the depth of their cave, nothing to extreme or out of the ordinary. However in winter, the creatures stalked the forest and she had to lay in the safety of their cave whilst her parents hunted, though she was growing up and her parents grew old meaning she would soon leave and migrate away to start her family.
The moon rose further in the depressed sky and her parents had not yet returned, this was not usual, they were usually back before everyone else's parents from the sorrounding caves as they worried for her. Something drove her to leave the cave that night. As she took her first steps the rain made her flinch from the cold, everyone rose their heads. She was never liked by many others, for she had strange unique markings covering her face and body, for this she was teased and made her feel like a ugly duckling forever mocked by the perfect siblings. She launcnched herself into the forest at full speed, this would show them.
Food: caribou
Story: NOT WRITTEN IN 3rd PERSON IT WOULD BE VERY LONG... HOWEVER IF YOU REALLY WANT TO READ IT I CAN RIGHT THE MAIN POINTS IN ROUGH. (after your part) she goes on an epic quest to discover more about her parents, track them down and finds out why she has always been differant. Along the way she meets Naga (N-aa-g-a)(A pink and grey she-wolf) and helps Naga visit her parents in the underworld for they were wrongly sentanced. She then discovers the creatures have been hunting her down (controlled by her designer's (designer's are these beings that decide certain animal's fate) as she is a Guardian Keeper. Guardian Keepers have been at war(in the heavens) with the designer's for centuries,to which the citizens of the world are completly oblivious.

Hope you like my entry, i really want this

[griffin111]

do you like mine? if not i can edit

[Arabianwolflove]

Uʂҽɾղɑʍҽ:
Arabianwolflove

Nɑʍҽ:
Hallow

Nìϲҟղɑʍҽ:
Skull-inia

Gҽղժҽɾ:
Female

Aցҽ: Adult

Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Her:
As soon as I her eyes, her patten, I thought to myself ‘is she the one?'
I flipped through the pages and pages of Jellybean dragons, hoping to find that perfect one. I clicked on the one most favoured then going back to the first page because he/she wasn’t it. I kept passing this girl and everytime, I stopped to look at her. I was growing frustrated and accidently clicked on her. I started to read and look closer. The closer I looked, the more I read, the more I fell in love.

Aɾŧ:


Hìʂէօɾվ: *At LEAST two paragraphs
which leads up/explains
how she got to that point in the intro*

Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd: ~ Fανǿurĭŧε Dɾìŋҟ:
Sponge cake ~~~~~~~Rum

Šŧørγ
Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Being born with the frightening markings I have, I guess its only natural that other creatures would fear and dislike me. I won't deny it though, it hurts. A lot. I really can't stand those people who judge you off of appearance alone....though in this case it all started a while back, and didn't have as much to do with my looks as with....well, the circumstances surrounding the disappearance. Which I've told them I had nothing to do with, but try getting those dunderheads to believe me, its like trying to teach an apple to grow legs. Still, I can't help but think that this is one sorry way to go, I mean, really? Being killed off or something by THOSE morons? Couldn't I have at least gotten attacked by a bear and bravely fought until I had no breath left in me? But no. Instead I'm being chased down by these panic-struck idiots, and who knows WHAT they'll do when they catch me.

All I ever wanted in life was a nice home, with a nice family and maybe a kid or two who would play with me. Instead I'm running through this dark forest alone, probably going to die alone too. But there's nothing for it now I guess, just have to resign myself to the inevitable.....they're coming. And fast.
What I now know, I wish not to. The pooling blood stain my eyes, my face. It flows in between my fingers, stops my heart. Alone in the shadows, trying to face what had happened, what will happen. I was the one obvious to blame, the one to die next. But what was there to blame? My heart sped for an answer. Nobody knew where I was. No one ever found me in my Canivaa. So how could another’s blood be?

[snatcher]

withdrawn because I have no chane against other forms D: