[chaotic creativity]

Mark, using 白霜 (hoarfrost in Chinese) (pronounced bái shuāng (PinYin))

[Mercuré]

Username: irockwaffleking
Name of Dragon: Kahula (dancing)
Gender: male
Where did they get that name? (500 word max):

Kahula without a doubt has an air of grace to them. Even when hunting or fighting they appear coordinated and collected. This calm attitude and their elegant moves gives them the appearance of dancing, even when they are savagely killing. Because of this they are known as "the great dancer" or Kahula far and wide around, a way of acknowledging their spritely presence

[ThatDragonAdara]

Username: ThatDragonAdara
Name of Dragon: 霜心 (Pronounced Shuāng xīn)
Gender: Male
Where did they get that name? (500 word max):

There was no light when 霜心 first woke. No sound, no smell, no taste to welcome them to the world. The abyssal reality seemed to creep outward without end - void of joy or love or life. Numb and alone he floated, waiting.

But nothing came to his aid. There was no rush of warmth. No encouraging jostle. Just the stillness. Just the dark. It seemed to stare back into him with a menacing stillness, and as the seconds ticked by, 霜心 began to understand. It was going to take him. And that terrified him.

霜心 began to struggle against it, his awareness growing as his life did. This reality was deceptive. The more his heart beat, the more he felt confined, as if something were lying just out of his reach. He summoned every ounce of his will and compelled himself to move, in the pure blind faith that there must be something out there beyond the black.

He felt his talon twitch, and he flinched as his soft scales struck a smooth, hard surface. Without delay, he was rewarded with his first sensation. It shot through his arm faster than the blood in his veins, sharp as a razor's edge in the moment, only to subside an instant later. He could feel it echo through the rest of his body, caress his spine and travel outwards - back past the darkness and through to the other side.

It was the cold.

He immediately sought after it again. His neck craned, but this time, his nose bumped against something. Smooth and solid it was, like the edge of the world. He had to get through.

Movement seemed to come more naturally now. He tucked his chin into his breast, and with a burst of strength, hurled his muzzle forward.

'Tap'

The impact was uncomfortable, but felt right. He tried it again.

'Tap'

He felt unknown parts of his body flinch in reaction to the force. His talon twitched again, and clenched in preparation for the next blow.

'Tap'

And the next.

'Tap'

And again.

'Tap'

'Tap'

'Tap'

Over and over he drove his nose into the wall, his body twisting inside the confined space, but the feeling of the cold did not return. Eventually, fatigue began to take hold, and the dark began to look more pleasing. Even now as he struggled, he had not truly escaped. It would embrace him in its welcoming silence if he only took a moment to rest. He could go back to existing as he did only moments before. Perhaps the cold would come again to him then. His movements slowed.

No. He had to try once more. If this was to be his final struggle, then so be it. But he could not die without having lived one last time.

'Cric'

----

Years have passed, and even now, in times of hardship, he still reflects on his first struggle - and how the cold gave him his life.

霜心 - Frost heart

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[leaftail101]

Username: Leaftail101
Name of Dragon: Terpsichore (Chore for short- “Kor-eh”)
Gender: Male
Where did they get that name? (500 word max): Chore was names by the ancients when he, plus a number of other beasts, became the physical embodiments of the muses. Chore specifically was the muse of dance and chorus. Together with the other muses, he inspires artists to express themselves through music, dance, and art. As the muse of chorus, he is very close with the muse of music, Myūzu (my other lung dragon character). The two often work together to bring beautiful sounds into the world through their musicians. While Myūzu is a bit more reserved, Chore is a free spirit in every sense. His dancing is wild and loose, yet elegant and graceful. Very few get the great honor of witnessing his dances, but those who have all agree that it is truly a sight to behold and can fill anyone to the brim with emotion.

[Alledowaya]

Xuelong
Word Count: 498 | User: Alledowaya | Female | 60 years old
I am basing age on how many days it takes to grow XD

The tundric mountains of Tustail’e, a bitterly cold place, magic is prominent here, probably due to the school that had been formed ages past. The nights lately had been colder than normal, reaching almost impossible temperatures, the tiny village of Arborhall was almost done preparing for a rough winter. Several months have passed, and the great harvest and market proved to be slightly profitable. The small group of people here rarely ventured out of the village, and even fewer were capable of understanding magic like the richer folk. They lived in almost complete solitude, only
really having visitors when the market came round. Their greenhouses were their main source of food, along with the odd critter that was found.

The Elder of the village, a small man who appeared to be frail, exited the long house the people shared for warmth. The weather had hardly changed from the night before, and it worried him. He had spent his entire life in these mountains, and he had only experienced such weather a few times in that long period. The elderly man dissapeared back inside the long house, it was built for winter, and hopefully would keep them safe from the blistering cold.

A few days passed by, the weather was now a full raging blizzard, and the village was completely engulfed in its wrath. The small statured Elder was busy calming those who had never seen such weather, panic would only ensure their death. He kept them busy, repairing patches of the longhouse, curing leathers from the animals they had hunted, drying herbs that were still green. Even the children had jobs, gathering the snow at the entrance and boiling it down for drinking water, and their nimble fingers were the best for grabbing the small rodents that wandered into their home seeking warmth. However, the elder knew they could not survive this if it continued at such a degree. The snow would cave in their home, and they would all perish.

A week later, the ceiling was creaking with every snowflake, the people had grown fearful of the night, not wanting to sleep in the event that their home finally caved on them. It was on a less frigid morning that the elder ventured out once again to survey the damage to the structure. The roof had been oddly quiet that last night, and he was concerned that it was the foretelling of the eventual cave-in. Once he made it to the top of the cliff that overhung the longhouse, he saw a sight that both scared him, and put him in awe. With the snow billowing around him, he could barely see. But with each layer of snow, a lengthy shape appeared from the white, wiping the layers away with a long tail. "Xuelong" he whispered, knowing that the dragon egg he had saved 60 years ago had come to save them in return.

The village now respects dragons, and frowns upon the hunting of their young.

[Knickknacks]

mark,, oh man

[Matreats]

Mark~

Username:
Name of Dragon:
Gender:
Where did they get that name? (500 word max):


Also, is coding/prettying up allowed?

[doktor monty]

@matreats
Yes! Coding and prettying up is allowed

[MySpoons]

𝑀𝑦𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠
𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒

"I thought you were makin' the dogs fat."


George turns around with a sheepish smile. The dogs wag at Marlene when they notice her, but they and the dragon curled on the fence all turn back to stare at her husband. Specifically, at the bucket of table scraps George has been bringing out for the past week once all the evening chores were finished.

The cattle have the right idea to keep their distance from the overgrown wingless dragon. Marlene inches forward and leans into the fence to George's right. They're at the far corner of the pasture, closest to the thick-forested mountain range that climbs into the sky. The dragon probably came from there.

"She's real friendly, Marl," George says as if that excuses everything-- he's feeding the nuisance, for crying out loud! The dragon is long and grey with lighter fur on her ventral and dorsal sides. Her maw is huge, but she is gentle when she nudges George's elbow.

Her husband is looking at her with that face. The same one Marlene made when she spotted an old, lame mule at the market that was destined to be sold for fodder... who is now happily harassing the goats in his retirement.

"My Lord, George--"

aaaaAAAAAAAAAKKK!

George grins at Marlene's shocked expression. That dragon's mouth is the brightest yellow-orange she's ever seen! The dragon chitters, eyes darting from George's empty hand to the food scraps that are not currently on their way into her stomach. Her husband obliges and scoops out a handful of ham trimmings and potato peels. The dragon opens her mouth like a baby bird and waits for George to place them inside.

He is wearing his work gloves but no suspicious scratches mark the thick leather. The dragon seems to be friendly... not that George would be wrong about an animal's temperament. She happily swallows the food without chewing and looks at George with those shiny orange eyes.

"What'd'ya name her?" Curiosity gets the better of Marlene's initial fear and lingering suspicion. George's ever-widening grin is a sign of his imminent victory. "You're already feeding her; it's too late now."

"Bold Tang. I discovered her trying to play with the cattle and the dogs," George chuckles to himself, pleased with his play on words. She seems fearless and that is certainly some bold markings she's got.

"She's huge, George." Bold Tang is enormous. Her head is twice the size of a draft horse's-- and that's without adding those horns into the equation!

George scratches the fluff under her chin. "Tang's very well behaved."

Marlene shakes her head, giving in. "She absolutely cannot eat the livestock or she's done."

George feeds her another handful. The dogs come in for a piece of fat each. "Of course! Only approved, already slaughtered livestock."

Marlene can't help herself. She reaches out and rubs those floppy, soft, calf-like ears. It seems that George already claimed her by putting old bull rings into her ear.


They're both hopelessly infatuated.


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[Lonewolf199152]

Username: Lonewolf199152
Name of Dragon: Fluffy
Gender: Male
Where did they get that name? (500 word max): (461)

The morning light cast its rays upon the cave where the sleeping dragons resided. One such dragon woke immediately as the sun hit his eyes. Pure excitement roared through his whole body. Today was the day that he goes on his first real hunt and also claims a name as his own.
For generations, young dragons were sent out to complete their first hunt and claim the name of whom they killed. The clan of dragons would actually have a list of prey that the young dragons could hunt. There were all kinds of creatures on this list and they all had different names and difficulty levels. They did this to make sure no two dragons would end up with the same name. The targeted prey would also need to be brought back before the clan to show proof of that particular dragons success. (144)

The young dragon bounced around ready for his time to shine. The Elder dragons all gathered in the cave to give him his instructions. Only one young dragon was allowed to go at a time for this ceremony.
"Young one, it is your turn to prove your worth within this clan and to claim thine name. Do so with pride. Please look over the list of selected pray and be off with you" an old grumbled voice echoed at him. He nodded his head in understanding and looked towards the list of prey. "Ah lots of good choices! Maybe I should go after the giant dire wolf named Fang, or the Saber cat named Tatius!" he spoke softly to himself as he pondered his choices. These marks were higher in difficulty but not impossible to accomplish. (136)

The cold air hit his face as he launched himself into the sky. Soon enough he spotted tons of selected prey for the hunt. He launched himself towards the Saber Cat but soon regretted it. He underestimated this creatures speed and skill in battle. Having not mastered his own form of fighting, he had to flee before getting injured. As he made his way back up into the sky, he noticed that all the prey he saw earlier had vanished. The commotion he made attacking the Saber Cat warned the others that the dragon hunt had started. (97)

Panic welled up in his chest as he frantically searched for another target. The sun was starting to set when he finally spotted a creature slowly making its way through a field.
He swooped quickly and dispatched the foe quite easily. In his hurry, he picked up the creature and rushed back without seeing clearly what he killed. Arriving back at the clan he displayed his kill. To his horror, he killed a simple Woolly cow named Fluffy. Thus his name was dubbed so.... (84)

(Please excuse any misspelled words and grammatical errors. Was typing this up on my phone...)