[Vespur]

For another rune~

[midnight133]

Owner:
midnight133
Name:
Bailando en las llamas or Baila for short she likes to think her long name makes her sound more firey
Gender:
Female
Personality:
She is shy until she knows you and is comftable in your presence, unfortunately her colour doesn't help
She is kind but not very tactful, she tries her best but some how she manages to get on the wrong side of some, she just says what she thinks. She is very proper with the way she does things, she doesn't like a job half done or not done well and commits her self 100 percent to her task. She can have firey moments speacially when she is angry. If some one upsets her she can and will hold a grudge for a long time, and expects a proper lengthy apology, before she considers forgiving. She is protective of friends and family. If they argue she tries not to get to drawn in to it because she doesn't like taking sides.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
I was checking my bookmarks and I saw that someone had recently posted on the 'Rune Dragons' thread and out of curiosity I clicked, kind of hoping there would be a design I was drawn to. And there was! The design of this one aspecially caught my eye, the shapes and colours, perfect.
Where will you keep him/her:
I will keep Baila in my character thread, trade rules and if I can work out how to, in my signature as well. I might even be inspired to join the role play...
Would you like to breed him/her when fully grown:
Yes I think I would if the right guy came along Yes she deserves a family where she can feel secure and happy.
Any Quirks:
Well, were do I start... If we are at home Bail a will randomly disappear for hours, (I always fall for this one) so I'll go and look for her then BOOM, shes flown straight into my back again at force. Just where my weak spot is, so as usual I crumple to the floor.... then there's the washing basket. She will fall asleep for hours in it. Once Mom came to stay and she thought the basket was on fire, and threw a bucket of water over her. As you can imagine Baila was not impressed..
She likes hot chocolate
Biscuits
Staring into the fire
Reading
Drawing
She likes cold weather. Specially crisp frosty mornings
And much more
Other:

Art coming soon
Story:
'Balia! Not this again, I know what your doing, it won't work! I'm staying right here. No way am I falling for that one again!'
Midnight stared into the fire she knew exactly what Baila was doing, as soon as she got up she would be abused by what is affectinatly know as Captin Ginger, she had started calling Baila this as when she went in for the "dive" she went in the 'zone' much like the captain in a team game, and ginger. Well you can probably guess why. Any way Midnight's back ached and she was tired, she didn't like the idea of something weighing roughly the same amount as a small dog, slamming into her at speed. The clock read quarter to 7 her eye lids fluttered shut, just 5 minuets...
Midnight was woken by a loud crash, 'What the?!' The clock read roughly around 1.00am, she picked up the nearest object, which turned out to be a paintbrush... (at this point Midnight decided that she really should tidy up should she come out alive) What was this? A burglary? She threw the paint brush down, what use would that be if she was actually under attack. She grabbed the fire poker, and tip toed into the kitchen, she hoped Baila was safe where ever she was.
Ad midnight peered into the kitchen, she saw quite a sight...
She doubled over in hysterics. She didn't know why but she found the scene absolutely hilarious.
She cast the poker aside, 'Oh Baila, what have you done? I thought...' before she could continue she burst out in another fit of laughter.
Baila had been hiding on top of a cupboard, and had drifted of waiting for Midnight to come in. She had managed to fall in to the baking cupboard, there was flour everywhere, cake decorations scattered all over her. She looked like a 'Rune cake'. To make matters worse Balia had left a trail of flour and icing all over where she had panicked and mysteriously she had written, without relising, 'Oh…'
All this with Baila's bemused face..
Midnight scooped up Baila in her arms, and brushed off the flour. She smiled and shook her head, 'Your worse than a puppy..'

[Crocodile-God]

UGH!! Really mad about not being able to have finished my form for the Pumpkin Baby but i looooooooooove this little guy Jen so i WILL finish this form. ><

Owner Name:
DracosCanine
Name:
Helo (Hee-low)
Gender:
Female
Personality:
As far as i can tell, this little baby is very shy. Usually choosing to stay away from crowds and anyone she's not familiar with. When she's not shy and warmed up to ya, she's the sweetest thing you could ever meet. Always bouncing happily to my music or trying to learn new things. Haytham has seemed to have taken a liking to her and her, to him. Riki as well. Helo is very obedient and always looking to please, which sometimes leads to trouble. True to her nature, she loves the night. A rune after my own heart. *chuckles* Chasing fireflies or trying to see how bright she can get to attract those little white moths you see around my place. Sometimes she tries to eat them. >< Anyway, she's also very laid back in the day time, usually snoozing in my young Sakura tree, in the my incense cupboard, and sometimes on Riki's head. Nine times out of ten she end up sleeping next to Haytham, where ever he might be at the time.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
She's freakin adorable! Who doesn't?!
Where will you keep him/her:
Definitely with Haytham since he's so taken by her now lol
Would you like to breed him/her when fully grown:
possibly. if the right male shows up.
Any Quirks:
hmm...like to piggy back on Haytham and Riki, and even my own head. No idea why. She seems to absolutely love Luna Moths and chocolate. She doesn't eat Luna Moths though, just likes to catch them and stare at them. Chocolate she'll eat herself to death on that. >< Better hide mine...never mind...she seemed to do that for me. *sigh*
Other:
FAN ART!!



Full pic ~ http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/ ... 5iw4qv.png

[Dewey]

Gorgeous! <3
I know who Nieve will like once they grown.. Fiery Leopard Runes. x3
Pssh.. No.. -blushes-

[kim0921]

Owner Name:
kim0921
Name:
Inner Flame
Gender:
Female
Personality:
peppy.hyper.but loving and caring.like dark places.LOVES MARSHMELLOS!
Why do you wish to have him/her:
well it said adopt me and i have wanted a rune dragon for so so long now and it was red a nice color
Where will you keep him/her:
My siggy and my tread
Would you like to breed him/her when fully grown:
Yes
Any Quirks:
She plays with yough bats
Other:
(Writing a small story or showing artwork may give you a better chance!)

[Bast-et]

Hey Kim, I noticed you also have a form in for the spider drake egg /isacrazyrunestalker/... You are only allowed to try for one rune at a time. It can be very difficult to choose, I know XD

[Arabianwolflove]

Reserving

[Drakongeist]

⚜ Serafin Nevar ⚜
~Nickname is Sera~
'Serafin' means 'Burning One' and 'Nevar' is 'Raven' spelt backwards.
She is my little burning raven.

Userame:
WhiteFire Raven
Rune Bearer:
Azrael
Gender:
Female
Breedable:
Yes please

Personality:
⚜ Bold | Loyal | Secretive | Curious | Intelligent | Mischievous | Playful ⚜
Dont be fooled by this little ones cuteness, yes to those she trusts she is a gentle and loving companion, but she's not afraid to take you on even if your eleven times her size, and usualy she's quite eager to jump into battle, but thanks to her agility and intelligence, she hasnt gotten herself hurt in any fights yet, thankgoodness. I think its because of her encounter with the shadow spirit that she feels she has no reason to fear anything or anyone else. Eh, I'll have to keep a close eye on her or I swear she's going to get herself killed. Like most children of any species, she's very playful and tugs at your hair and clothes when she's bored, and if you let her get too bored, she likes to play a game called 'Steal-Azreal's-stuff-and-hide-with-it-under-the-house-until-she-finds-you-then-run-for-the-hills'. Yeah, she loves that game.
Where will you keep her:
In my character thread, with my other runes, in my signature and she will be all through my gallery, as I have discovered she is so much fun to draw!
Why do you wish to have him/her:
At first sight I knew this was the rune I had been waiting for, I have been secretly stalking this thread since the first ancients were released, and until now I have never found a rune that I could truly connect with. To win her would mean everything to me. She is just plain perfect.

Art & Poems:
Eye of the Pheonix
Serafin Animation

Playing with Fire
*I got permission to have the Ancient death rune in the story. Thanks Verdana!^^
NOTE: While this story has a happy ending and nothing too bad really happens, some younger readers may find it a bit scary.

Serafin
Only a few trees stood scattered around the grassy feilds, and the only life nearby were the bugs and crickets which sounded louder amid the silence of all else. Serafin watched the last of the sun's light fade as the sky changed slowly from a pale orange, to a warm rosy pink, and eventualy dim down to black. Never had she seen such a beatiful sunset, and it was because they were beatiful that she dreaded them. It meant that the sun had left her unnprotected, and at the mercy of the darkness that swallowed the lands as the last of the light dissapeared. A cold wind ruffled her feathers and reminded her how alone she was. 2 days ago her mother had left to hunt and didn't return.

She hated being alone, and even more so at night. Her mother had told her that her kind was supposed to roam only in the night, that she should love the night, but Serafin had no way of protecting herself yet, she had no control of fire and hadn't even learned to fly before her mother had dissappeared. She preyed to the Ancients, to the Ancient of Samhain, to their lord of light, to anyone to send her some kind of hope. She was hungy, cold and parched, but she was too afraid to leave her nest, which was already falling apart provided her little protection from predators and the elements in the first place. She waited in silence for sleep to claim her, so that she wouldnt have to suffer the fear and cold of the night while the sun had yet to return.

Azrael
The occasional fire raven rune zoomed over head as Azrael wandered the streets of the town. Tonight was the Night of Samhain, the one time of the year when the darkness was at its strongest and demons and spirits prowled in the shadows, but it was also the time of year when the Ancient of Samhain, sends his runes to the towns to bring light, warmth and protection from the evil that ruled this night. Kids ran through the streets in bright custumes and people everywhere decorated their homes with candles and pumpkins. A large bonfire sat in the town square with a warm and welcoming light that illuminated most of the village.She couldnt help but laugh as a few kids were scared away by a bone gobbler rune whose home they had disturbed.Chaos, her own rune dragon, was hiding under her bed at home to escape the noise from the celebrations, and Unknown who was rather clingy to her father was sitting there with him, even though she wanted to see what was going on outside, she wouldn't leave without him.

Although everyone seemed happy and the aura of the place so warm and cheery, something didnt feel right. She couldnt shake the feeling and no matter how hard she tried to just enjoy herself, it was constantly clawing at her chest, something told her to get out of there while she could, to just grab her things and run. She continued to supress the feeling and sat down by the bonfire, staring into the warm flames for a while. She wondered how Chaos was doing, He couldnt possibly sleep through all of this noise, could he? She tried to think about her runes, how tired the whole villiage would be tommorow from staying up tonight, anything to distract her from the sense of doom in her gut, until eventualy she just couldnt take it anymore, she took a large stick and held the end in the bonfire. At once it set alight with the enchanting fire, and she went for a wander away from the villiage, she was going to come back of course, she just needed sometime to herself for a while.

Serafin
She was woken by the sound of the rustling bushes. The dim moonlight that made even her home seem haunted refused to show the creature that had made the sound. Her blood ran cold as she noticed the world around her fall into dead silence. The crickets made no noise, the air was still, and even the moon light seemed to fade leaving the lands even darker than before. She could hear her own heart beating ever so rapidly, and then she heard another sickening *Crunch* of the dead grass being stepped on. She cried out as a large gust of wind threw her to the soft black earth, and a cloud covered the already dim moon and blocked out all the light around her. Everywhere she looked was swallowed by darkness, the only left light sources were her warm luminescent feathers, and the cold glowing eyes of the creature that stood before her. Her heart stopped. The monster grinned ominously and tears ran down the feathers on her cheeks. Never before had she felt such dread, so weak, so helpless, completely at the mercy of the demon standing right in front of her.

Azrael
She could feel the dark aura of the spirits that roamed the shadows this night, she was thankful for the torch lit by the flames of a fire raven rune, it was dangerous out here, she wanted to go back, but her instincts tolf her she was on the right path. The moon was not at all bright, if not for the torch she would be walking in pitch black darkness. There was no sound at all, the land around her lifeless. No wind blew, no animals or bugs made a noise, all she could here were her own footsteps and the almost silent crackling of the fire. She could swear that on occasion she saw shadowy forms which veered away frightened by the light, but she passed it off as herself being so tired she was beggining to see things. When she realised how heavy her eyelids were getting she was about to turn around and head back, but the shrill cry of fear from some sort of creature echoed from the distance, and she quickened her pace into a jog, then into a full on sprint. She dared not drop her torch as a dim yellow light came into view.

Serafin
She could already see it in her head, the already tiny flame that represented her life, extinquished, devoured by the shadowy mass of the spirit. She just sat there helpless as it's cold white eyes seemed to stare into her very soul, she cried silently as she waited for it to finish her, just end it quickly, she thought to herself. But the demon didn't strike, it just continued to stare at her, for only a few minutes it stayed likle this, but to her it seemed like forever. It seemed to enjoy her sense of dread, but finaly it rose up and opened its jaws wide to let out a blood curling scream-like roar.

Azrael
She leapt between the wailing shadow spirit and the young rune dragon, and waved the torch in front of the demon. It howled in pain as the light burnt it's black flesh, and it retreated angrily into the night. Once the monster had vanished, she turned towards the baby fire raven."Hey, are you okay?"

Serafin
This new creature seemed strangely familiar, what was it called again, a human? Her mother had told her about them in stories, how they were sometimes as heartless as the demon she had just faced, and how they could also be as friendly and caring as the Ancient of Samhain himself. This girl, she was nothing like that demon, her voice was as warm and welcoming as the fire on the torch she carried. But none of that truly mattered to her right now, whoever this person was, she had just saved her from the shadow spirit, and to go with her seemed to be the only option she really had right now. "That's strange, aren't fire raven runes usualy the one's warding off the spirits? Can't you control fire yet?" Serafin didn't understand her or make any kind of reply, she just let Azrael pick her up and together they made it back to town.

Azrael
By the time they got back Serafin had fallen asleep in Azrael's arm. It looked like half the town was now at the bonfire singing in harmony, Chaos would've hated this for sure. She laughed at the though and went to join them. She tossed her torch into the bonfire now that she no longer needed it, and held the young rune with both arms as Serafin drowsily opened her eyes, woken by the noise. A few hours later they were still there, but had stopped singing ages ago due to their throats hurting. The crowd was only half as big now, but there were still enough people there for it to be classed as crowded. She couldn't wait to tell Chaos about how she'd faught of a shadow spirit, and introduce Serafin to her other two runes, all seemed to be going well, and then she got that feeling in her gut again. In an instant the whole crowd fell silent, they could feel it too. The fire seemed to dim, there was no sign of the fire raven runes, exept for Serafin, and the air turned colder.

Shadowy masses creeped forward on the ground, so many of them, they couldnt possibly count. They rose up and hundreds of their cold white eyes appeared, surrounding everyone. A sense of pure terror filled the air, and people ran into building and lit lanterns, candles and torches to try and ward of the evil things as they came ever closer. The light helped a little, but it wasn't nearly as strong as Fire Raven flames and sme of them broke through their light barriers. Many runes wild and domestic flew to the rooftops in fear, and all Azrael could do was watch in horror.

Serafin
More of those things? This was bad, really, really bad. She watched the other runes as the flew away in fear, she watched how they moved their wings, and did the same. Okay, this can't be too hard. She flapped her wings in the same motion that she saw, she leaped into the air and... didn't fall, she hovered there for a second, she would have been filled with joy had her life and many others not been in danger. She tried to clear her mind of all else, and focused on a firestorm. She put all her heart and soul into the one though of fire. Nothing happened.

She panicked, sure that she wouldn't live to see the sun rise tommorow. She cleared her mind and tried again, she tried to feel the intense heat, she pictured the white flames swirling around her, eating away at the demons. She began to sweat she though so hard about fire. Fire, fire, FIRE. There was a massive flash of oranges, yellows and white.

Azrael
Amid the chaos there was a sudden massive burst of light. The firestorm roared so loudly that the shrieks of pain from the shadow spirits could barely be heard. Then there was just silence. She saw her little fire raven lying motionless on the ground by the ashes that were once the bonfire, only a few dim embers were left amongst the white ash. She held the lifeless feathery creature in her arms and sobbed. A large black dragon appeared next to her, but Azrael made no sign of surprise or shock from his sudden appearance. "Please, she's too young, she can't..." The Ancient of death looked down at Serafin, her feathers didnt glow anymore."Indeed, her time has yet to come. She is not meant to pass this day, I believe fate has other plans for her. Remember mortal, we will meet again, but next time, dont expect me to be so lenient." With that he vanished as quickly as he had appeared. Small beams of light appeared from behind the mountain range in the distance as the sun rose, and the rune dragon slowly opened her eyes and yawned as her feathers beganto once again glow.

[Asa Willow]

Owner Name:
Lovenature100 (You can just acll me LoNa, though :3)

Name:
Presis (but everyone just calls him Ravioli)
Why is he named Presis? Well, that's a good question! Presis , in English, means to navigate, (the past-tense of presi) and I thought that was very fitting, since he loves to navigate around problems. I originally thought of it because I remembered it meaning "flame" in a foreign language, but I can't remember which...Why is he nicknamed Ravioli? Another good question. Ravioli loves pasta. If I were to give him a more crude name it would be Mr. Pasta. >3<

Gender:
Male, I thought that the colors are more fitting to a male ruin.

Personality:
Presis is a very interesting little dragon, let's start out with the basic personality traits.

○Quick-thinking○

Ravioli (Presis) loves to present problems to himself and figure out how to fix it as fast as he can. Several times he's gotten himself stuck in situations where others had to get him out- (like that time he bound himself to a slide and gave himself only a couple of noodles to escape.)

○Prepared for Anything○

Ravioli often believes that catastrophic events are about to occur, probably because he watches the news too much... He's always prepared in case something occurs, he staches food, water, and blankets wherever and whenever he can and mentally prepares himself to fight off zombies or live off of flies. Twice he got sick investigating wether or not he could live off of odd insects or shrubs. His personal philosophy is "expect the unexpected!"

○Disdainful○

Ravioli can sometimes be caught smirking or 'hmph'ing at others, he sometimes believes that he's superior to many others who don't believe that zombies will take over the world in the future. But he's always respectful to his elders, or anyone who shares his own interests. Or anyone who gives him pasta...

○Content○

Despite being a "the world will end!" type of a guy, Ravioli is very happy with his life. He's got food, shelter, water, and places to hide during an alien invasion, what else could he want?

○Awkward○

My, Ravioli is an awkward little fellow. The more tense the moment, the more awkward he gets. As you can tell he's not very good with the girls, he always ends up scaring them off with his crazy hiccupping.

Likes:

○Autumn
○Car rides
○Pumkin Seeds
○Cauliflour
○Sprite
○Pasta



Dislikes:

○Mazes (especially corn mazes)
○Bright lights
○Bicycles
○meat loaf
○Spicy things
○(drinking) plain water

Why do you wish to have him/her:

Oh there are many reasons why I want him, let's just list off the crucial facts though...

I was searching through the adoptable forums a couple months ago, and I stumbled across amazing pictures of rune dragons. Rune dragons? What are rune dragons? I gathered enough information from the descriptions of the drawings to locate the rune dragon adoptables thread. I was amazed at how adorably epic the rune dragons were, and since I had close to no chance of getting a JBD, I decided to shoot for something a little less on demand, but still, the rune dragons were seemingly very hard win. So, I went back and just adopted the site's pets.
Just now though, I was looking through the adoptables forum once again and I, again, came to the Rune Dragons Adoption page. I was looking through the available dragons and was about to move on when I saw this baeutifully designed little dragon, and I had to have him. So here I am now, filling out a form in hopes, like everyone else, that I'd be fortunate enough to be chosen to take home this little guy. ♥
I guess what really drew me in was the fact that I was looking for something to adopt, having never actually done so, and I just couldn't resist how baeutiful this little hatchling is- the colors are a reminder for me of the crisp autumn days from when I was younger and the warm glow he radiates makes me feel warm too, despite being stuck in the coldest room of the house. Presis is small and young, new at this just like me. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've been searching for something I could devote myself to, and he just seems like the perfect fit. <3

Where will you keep him:

My character thread, trade center, and my computer's hard drive in the form of art and attention. I believe that you get a lot of comments like that but it's the truth, I would love to have him spamming up my threads and my files.

Would you like to breed him/her when fully grown:

I would, when I work out how to and who will breed their Ruin Dragon with mine, since I don't have any other rune dragons. Basically if I get it, that is- so yes.

Any Quirks:

Ah yes, quirks! Besides the fact that he looks like he's on fire, Ravioli has a few nice things about him...

○Hiccuping is a bad habit of his. He does a little more than usual, especially whenever a cute female Ruin Dragon is nearby.

○Ravioli only sleeps standing on one foot- and if his foot gets tired he changes feet to sleep on the other one.

His major quirk though, is that he seems like he's made for fall. He smells a bit like apple cider and he loves all things autumn.

Talents:

Ravioli is very good at finding out things, especially, it seems, things that he's not supposed to know- things like where the cookie jar is hidden.

He can also navigate a corn maze at record speeds, but he really gets creeped out by them.

Other:




(It may be a tad hard to see, but this is when Ravioli (Presis) bound himself to a slide with only some noodles to escape... heh. >3<)


The Pasta

"No Ravioli! Don't touch that pasta!" I shouted from across the kitchen, where Presis was looking longingly at the pot of noodles sitting on the stove. Presis ruffled his feathers, his warm glow flaring for just a moment, and looked away, acting innocent. I knew that was all a big act. Presis loves his pasta. That's why I gave him the nickname Ravioli. Now I could see him edging, ever-so-slightly, towards the pasta.
"I'm leaving, Ravi! If you touch that pasta I'll know! I counted every single noodle!" Of course I hadn't counted all of those noodles, but Presis didn't know that... I stepped out of the door, heading to my friends house so I could help her make her food for the potluck, (a potluck is a get-together where everyone brings a dish). She had insisted on coming even though she couldn't cook to save her life.
Meanwhile, Presis looked out of the window, flapping a wing at me when I looked baack. Once he was sure I was gone he fluttered down from the windowsill and edged towards that pasta. He hopped up on the countertop next to the stove and leaned towards the pasta. The stove was turned on but that didn't stop Presis from hopping up onto the side of the pot and taking a big bite of the... pasta? Presis spit it out immeditaly and leaned over to look at it. That's not pasta!
Indeed it wasn't, I had switched it out with string cheese. Since then, Ravioli's never attempted to snatch any food again.
Until the following wednesday when I made some spagetti.

[cocoa]

This is for my form. <3