[leonscharizard]

Owned by: kennadryl 958080

A Plate Dragon is a subspecies of dragon! They have "Plates" on the side of their cheeks and on their butts! They also have scales around their bodies such as on their faces, legs, and tail! Another unique feature are the "spikes" on the end of their tails and horns that can range in many different shapes and sizes that are used for protection and battle. They usually live in jungles or forests but can be found anywhere. They are extremely venomous, and can projectile their venom when in danger! They use this tactic when feeling threatened or scared so as long as you have good intentions they wont hurt you! They are feisty but you'll be lucky to have one as your friend if it gives you its trust!

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VORTEX 🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

if ya feel it… chase it!!!!!! i lllloooove tornadoes…..


Traits
[NR] Clothing/Accessories/Piercings (cowboy hat… yeehaw!)
[NR] Custom Lines
[C] Ear Edit
[C] Fang/Mouth Edit
[C] Claws
[C] Tufts
[C] Hair Style
[C] Colored Scelera
[UC] Eye Shape Edit
[UC] Tail Edit
[UC] Fur Edits
[UC] No Tail Spike
[UC] Fewer Scales
[UC] 1 Shaped Scale
[R] Sparkles/Particles


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[Prince Audric]

Username + ID: Prince Audric - 303096

Plate Dragon Name: Dusty

Prompt:
What's there to Say about the Dustinater? He is pure unadulterated Adrenalin. He is always going in High gear whether it's to the shop to stock up on snacks for the next Storm chasing day or out in the field studying the weather.

On one such chase how however his Drive to be the first nearly cost him not only his life but the life of his partner. Despite his friend's protests, Dusty drove on when the truck was suddenly struck in the side by a dark degree sending it rolling into a nearby field. Dusty could only hold on to the steering wheel as chaos erupted around them, the groaning and crunching of metal as they rolled before finally resting on its roof half buried in the muddy cornfield.

Outside their metal prison, they could only listen as the massive twister ripped through the cornfield as if it were light as a feather, uprooting the corn like it was nothing lofting it high in the sky and shredding it like a paper shredder before raining the shredded remains.

Normally, Dusty would have been ecstatic to be this close to the swirling vortex of doom, but at that moment, he was terrified, and he began contemplating his life choices. Was this the life he wanted? To risk his life every time there was an outbreak of severe weather.

When they finally dragged themselves out of the mud the storm had dissipated, and his truck was trashed. His friend glared at him "You nearly got us killed! You were very wreckless today Dusty im thought... im finding another team" his friend had said. Limping away, leaving Dusty stranded in the middle of the corn as the rain started to fall.

[Galaxytale]

Username + ID:
Plate Dragon Name: Tex (short for... Vortex)
Prompt:

You know how you always hear stories of livestock getting displaced by tornadoes? Yeah, this guy's had it happen to him before. Normally, he's a ranch hand on a ranch located smack dab in the middle of Tornado Highway, but one day a huge storm blew in so quickly it was almost unnatural. While the other ranch hands worried about taking cover and storing as much equipment away from where the storm could pick it up, this Plate Dragon was too busy worried about the livestock that were still out at pasture. All the others told him he needed to take shelter from the storm, but he knew what he had to do.

He made his way out to the pasture as fast as he could, but the storm seemed to intensify just as fast as he could get to the herd. A dark funnel was twisting it's way down to the ground. As he crested the hill where he could see the herd of cows down in the valley below, he glanced over to see the vortex had reached the ground and was making it's way toward him. He charged down the slope, hollering at the top of his lungs. The cattle had already started moving away from the storm, but his noises and urgency had startled them into haste. He dashed back and forth, herding the cows towards a canyon that'd hopefully give them some cover from the storm.

It was too late though, as the tornado had already gotten close enough to them. The Plate Dragon watched as calves were being picked up by the high winds and swept away into the vortex. The lighter members of the herd were next, mooing in distress as their hooves left the ground. He could hear the cries of the ones the storm had taken oscillating behind him as he dodged around debris on the ground. He leaped over a fallen tree.

His paws never touched the ground. Instead, he too was getting swept up into the tornado with the rest of the herd. He was tossed this way and that, to and fro, twisted and turned all around for what felt like an eternity. Freezing rain battered his body and harsh winds ripped at his fur. Here and there something solid would crash into him and then be gone again before he could figure out what had hit him. He couldn't make out his own yells from those of the other animals that had been stolen away from their rightful homes on the ground.

How much time had passed, he didn't know. All he knew was the spinning and swirling, the up and down, the rain and the wind. Eventually though, he found he was no longer being tossed up as high as before. He was no longer spinning around as fast as before. Things were slowing down, and he was thankful.

Then he was falling.

He hit the ground with a sickening crack and bounced once, twice, three times until he skid to a stop. As he took in the piles of dirt that he'd displaced while landing, pain exploded everywhere on his body. He took stock of his body, stalwartly holding back the tears of pain. There would be time for that later. Lucky for him, most everything seemed to be just scratched, bruised, or scraped up. Most everything, that is, except for one of his back legs. The limb was snapped in half, probably having been the source of the crack he'd heard earlier upon the initial impact. He groaned in pain, and closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself.

A bell clanged above him, and he opened his eyes. Big brown eyes stared down at him. It was one of the calves from the herd! He blinked at the calf for a moment, stunned that it seemed to be completely unharmed. Then, another cow joined the calf in staring down at him. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he found he could hear mooing and bells clanking. It sounded like a lot of the herd had been put down in the same area he had!

He sucked in a great breath of air, bracing himself, and then heaved himself up onto his paws. Looking around, he confirmed that most of the herd had indeed ended up scattered around him. Many of the cows were beginning to regather into a large group, obviously still feeling anxious and seeking the safety of numbers.

There was only one thing he could do now. He began hooting and hollering again, limping behind the cattle as he slowly and painfully herded them back to the ranch. It was a long walk back home, but he had to make it.

Naturally, as soon as he was within sight of the other ranch hands, he collapsed in a heap. He came to later on to find himself almost mummified - having been rushed to the hospital and treated while unconscious. Nowadays, he still walks with a limp, and his leg starts to ache every time the weather turns sour. He doesn't regret his choice though, and he thinks that it makes for a pretty good story to tell new acquaintances. He thinks it makes him sound very tough and brave.

[P0stHum4n]

Username + ID: P0stHum4n 1064384
Plate Dragon Name: Dalton
Prompt:

Dalton. Fearless; dauntless, Intelligent, and cocky to say the least. His upbeat and witty personality is a performance to all, Often his best attributes. Despite being flirty and having a bit of an ego, he's always been known to be independent. He didn't care for contact or relationship, friendship, etc. he is prideful and confident on his own.

Although, he wasn't always known as the prideful, Daring persona he was today. Years ago, when he was just a plateling, he used to live on an old suburban farm. His family wasn't fond of him for the most part, he wasn't always the most prized of the family. He was deemed shy, timid and yet very polite. His father tended to horses and cattle, and was skilled in various aspects. His mother was endearing and wise. She was the only person in the family who paid much attention to him.

While his siblings were famous for their possessions and prizes, He simply found interest in weather. Dangerous, high winds of mass destruction and danger. It always brought a spark that lit up his eyes as he learned about it further. His mother would use her savings to buy him toys and keepsakes of tornadoes and more. Years passed in a blur. A bit over the age of juvenile, he still had a yearning passion for tornadoes specifically.

Until one night, he awoke to the blaring sirens of a tornado warning. The panic was unsettling- While his parents rushed to tend to the livestock and open the emergency shelter underground, Dalton didn't move from his window as he gazed out at the storm. The tornado pulled the gate open and swept away gear left out on the farm. Dalton rushed down as a horse panicked, running out the broken fence. The tornado was dooming closer by the second, and his father was unable to call the horse back in the rough, terrible winds. Dalton, squinted his eyes as he watched the horse. After minutes of mental regret and frustration, he took a run for it through the harsh winds, not looking at the storm to his right. His parents, specifically his mother, repeated his name several times but he did not stop.

For a few minutes he seemed to wonder what pulled him to do such a rash and dauntless decision. He had deviated from his internal vulnerability and fear. He grabbed the horses halter. The storm was violent, the tornado nearing. Rocks flew, trees were torn apart and the animals were heard in the barn. Dalton fought against the wind and slowly trekked back to the barn. He was lucky enough to be able to get the horse safe and soundly, but what would happen to the land was undeniably dangerous. His father did not want to risk the family, so he shut the emergency shelter down, and Dalton knew best than to risk it. Being left behind wasn't the best feeling, but maybe for the best. Maybe he could prove something. He crouched down next to the horse in the barn, shutting the doors and windows, they creaked in protest to the wind. He tied the halter to the wooden pole and quickly checked on the cattle and horses that were placed in the farm. Calming them down, he heard the thrashing thunder and lightning as the storm drew closer. Panic seemed to take over as he took off his hat, Placing it on the concrete floor of the barn. He crouched into the corner of the barn, his ears ringing as he shut his eyes. Maybe, it was all a dream.

It wasn't until seconds later he heard the shrieked cry from his mother. Looking up, the storm was over. He got up, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He froze at the sight. The danger was undeniable. It would take far more than what they had to fix it. The walls were torn, the barn absolutely destroyed. The animals managed to be intact. Dalton looked behind him, through the barn wall that no longer existed. The storm, ravaging everything around it slowly shifted west. He walked out of the barn. If he could even call it that now that it was completely destroyed. His house was torn, too. The family house they had worked so hard to enhance and call home.

Truthfully, it wasn't easy living where they did. Although his father and siblings were famous farther east where the town resided, they each had struggles. Now, he wasn't sure what they'd do now that their house and the barn was just a pile of wreckage. The tornado ripped out walls and floorboards, broken windows and shattered glass until the house collapsed.

He remembered that he'd discover something in himself. He had been brave, an attribute he was convinced he'd never have. His mother ran to him and embraced him, thankful for his survival. 'Dalton, I was so worried for you..' she cried, but Dalton was wide eyed, Still ajar of the situation, and slightly shook up. His father came hesitantly, and thanked him for ensuring the safety of the cattle and horses.

He wanted to respond but nothing came. He was slightly torn up. Few bruises, few scratches he didn't realize he gained. Before he could protest to his mother's worry, she took his paw, and looked him in the eye.

"I think my little eagle is old enough to leave the nest." She sighed.

"What?" Dalton cocked his eyebrow, confusion evident in his gaze.

"This is enough for a university tuition. Down in town. I saved up enough, and with your father's help, You can take the truck and buy a few personal belongings for the stay."

Although Dalton protested, she simply shushed him and hugged him. That was the night his mother was confident it was time for Dalton to carve his own path in the world. She had known his dream of going to a university so he could learn more on Meteorology. He had wanted to learn more about tornadoes since he was young.


"Don't let anyone take that spark from you." Was his mother's last words as he drove into town with a wave.
That's when the real adventure began.

[Fenris_Ulf]

Username + ID: Fenris_Ulf 770876
Plate Dragon Name: Cumulo
Prompt: "You know I could spend my entire life lost in your gaze" the gruff voice of her exploring companion barked out from the other side of a mountain of exploration tools and equipment. "Now now, no time for jokes Nimbus." Cumulo replied back in a teasing tone, "Plenty of time for that after the work is done." Despite the playful nature of the encounter, she quickly made her paws busy making sure her hat was firmly in place. One of their worst kept secrets was the blossoming love growing within each for the other. "Now do you have the pack ready? Its said once the sun goes down the temperature drops quickly, so we need to make haste to get to the dig site. Or else you are gonna be responsible for me freezing!" "Yeah yeah. Pack is ready Doctor." A statement emphasized by said back being tossed from the pile as the large sand colored dragon padded around the pile.

"Now I think it would be smart if we start off towards the west, looking at the map it shows a dip in elevation her" her claw tapped on the map as the creaking of the door opening announced their exit from the tavern they had decided to call home the night previous. "Suggest a sort of canyon or valley, then once we cant go any further because of it we switch to south, their is supposed to be a rail bridge across it here" she tapped another part, "We will cross there and continue west till we get where we are going. Any questions?"

"Ya two best not be headin' out here at this hour. Ain't y'all seen them thistle backs ain't movin'?" Now that wasnt the voice of her ever loveable companion. Her fur bristled as she turned to look at the stranger who dared to interupt their conversation."Now darlin', don’t go chompin' on the hand tryin' to save yer hide. When them Thistlebacks all hunker down, that means a storm's a-comin'."

Her head rose up towards the sun, nose twitching as her tongue ran across her lips. Dry...not a cloud in the sky... yeah, this dragon was crazy. Her eyes gold and sharp lowered back down to stare at the dragon,"I am sure that we will be just fine." the venom in her voice akin to the reptiles that skittered across the rough surface of the sand. "Lets go Nimbus, we dont have time for this."

The sun rose higher in the sky, its blazing inferno beating down on the two under prepared dragons as they trekked on.

"You know... if it was storming perhaps it wouldn't be so dry. Nimbus grumbled as the summer heat beat down upon them "And if you packed enough water we wouldn't have to rely on the delusions of a clearly deranged man. It is a desert you know, not a rain forest." a snarky remark dropping off, her eyes finding their way to the face of nimbus, whom was staring off in the distance. "what are you staring at...I sear if its something like a...sun...spotted...Lizard." Cumulo's word trailed off as she followed his eyes towards the wall of darkness screaming its way in their direction. "RUN!"

Cumulo fled across the sands, desperately looking for a rock or a cave or anywhere she could hide. Speeding across the sands, bouncing off one rock, arms flailing to keep her balance. Her chest heaved as she drew in huge gasps of air while forcing herself to push on, the ache in her legs nagging her for running so fast. She couldn't stop, she couldn't even look behind her to see how close the dark curtain was. She just had to run and run and run. But no one can outrun nature.

Dust wiping into her face, she raised a paw and swiped at the air as she stumbled forward, "Nimbus! We have to find shelter and now!" Her words where muffled by the howl of the wind, her paw feeling around blindly for the paw, or just any part of her companion, but alas he was not there. Eyes widening as the separation began to sink in, was rewarded with even more blinding dust peppering into her face. A howl escaping, as she fell to her knees paws covering up her searing eyes as she frantically shook her head. how could she have been so stupid. Ignored the signs. "Nimbus!" she called out her voice drowned out by the storm. "NIMBUS!"

All hope was waning from the heart of Cumulo, when dust stopped, not a gradual die off, but one moment the storm raged and the next the world was silent, too silent. The warmth of the sun laying on her back, her shoulders slummed, she laid there. "How long do you plan to lay there like an opossum? Even if you are a pest, it is rude to not acknowledge your betters." a sultry voice spoke."My betters?" weakly, her red eyes slowly opened, nose twitching, the scent of dust clogging her senses. "You mortals are curious creatures after all. Daring to defile the beautiful creation of mine...and even daring to enter into the treasured zone." A low growl emitted from the creature who was speaking. "Stand Up already and face your Judgement." Sight returned to Cumulos, as a sense of dread began to wash over her. Before her paws crossed, with eyes as restless as a tornado, was a Dragon, much larger than any other she had seen before. Their fur the color of a setting sun. Eyes moving around, they appeared to be in the eye of the storm, a wall of darkness ever rotating around them. But none of this seemed to matter, her paws moving on their own as she ran towards the unmoving form of a sand colored dragon."Nimbus!" her paws landed on his form pushing ,"Come on you stupid man! Wake up, Look at me!" You cant go out like this!" Her paws struck down once more. "Y-you cant be dead...I never even told you how I felt...I never told you that I loved you."

"Look at me" It was an order, no a command, one that penetrated down to her instincts, as her eyes locked onto the Dragon speaking to her. "Good girl. Now the question is...what does one like you deserve for defiling a storm like mine?" "P-Please! I-Ill take anything you wish, just... Allow Nimbus to live. Please...I'll" "Begging does not suit you," the godlike being before her spoke. "But perhaps... perhaps this can work." She sighed looking between her and the collapsed figure on the ground. "Lovers I see... perhaps that could work... Fine then... here is what is going to happen."

Cumulo's paws dug into the familiar feeling of moving sand. Once a sand hat replaced by a more traditional cowboy hat. Her mane and tail more reflecting of her position stared across the clearing. "Its been a while...Nimbus." she said her voice carried by the wind. Staring at the Eastern Wind god before her, taking a tentative step. "Same to you Western Wind goddess...although... When she said Western, i dont think this is what she meant." his voice jovial and playful as he moved closer. the winds around them colliding into a swirling vortex of destruction. "Yeah yeah, well I think its a nice touch dont you?" Her eyes staring at the winds moving to step back before the other god was upon her,"I think for once Cumulos... the others can deal with the destruction, if just for the night...after all I never got to tell you.. I love you too"

[Winchester's Wolf]

Username + ID: WInchester's Wolf + 732098
Plate Dragon Name: Clayton
Prompt:

•••

The afternoon sun was slowly climbing up the cloudless sky, bringing the promise of another hot and blistering day. A commotion could be heard outside, but nobody ran to the other's aid. Not if the reward was worth it- and it usually wasn't. Not even Clayton, who was dubbed as the town's hero, rushed out to aid some poor fellow getting robbed.

After all, he wasn't the town's hero any longer.

He peered at the waitress from underneath the brim of his hat as she made her rounds, making sure that everyone had their requested drinks. There wasn't much that she could offer these days. Ever since the drought, there has not been a hint of any natural occuring water- other than the elusive oasis that you would find here or there- but even then those were hard to find. Could take days or months to find one- at this point the oases seems to be only a fairytale.

He reached up to his hat and pulled the brim down over his eyes as the waitress made her way over towards his table, placing the glass down gently. "Annnnnnnnd here you go, Clayton. Can' have you goin' about witherin away like these other folks 'ere." While she seemed geuine with that comment, he knew very well that under that thick, southern accent, laid spiteful resentment filled to the brim of sarcasm. Like many others, there are few that would still feed and house them, but with reluntance. He didn't know why- but maybe a part of them did still trust him.

There was a moment of lingering silence before the older waitress let out a scoff, "Not even a thank you? Talk about respect."

Clayton rolled his eyes before dipping his claw into the glass. It was full...of water. But he knew better than this- he knew that the waitress, who was better known as Daliyah from the regulars that came and went, had spat in his drink. The glass was cloudy from the saliva that gathered at the bottom. Specks floated up while a foam settled at the top, slowly forming little legs.

He grimaced at the sight...at least it wasn't venom. Not wanting to taste it, he swiped the cup off of the table and proceeded to turn it over, allowing gravity to do its work. After the contents were empty, he placed the cup back down on the table before standing up and heading towards the exit.

Yelling could be heard from behind him, and he ignored every single one of them. He wasn't going to let old Daliyah get under his fur. Even if he made a mess of things.

Clayton pushed the doors outwards, brushing past a couple before descedning down the tavern's steps. His eyes drew over to another couple- with one consoling the other dragon...or well...pickpocketing the other dragon. He fought with himself for a moment, debating on whether he should help or not- although his decision was made clear when the other looked up and sneered at him. He shook his head and continued on his merry little way...

That was until a couple of platlings that weren't looking where they were going and crashed into him.

"Why you-" Clayton began, his lip curling up into a snarl.

The platlings scrambled to their feet, glancing up at him and apologizing through their giggles.

He blinked before stepping over them, continuing on his way...until one of them called out to him,

"Hey Mister! Where do you think yer goin?"

His compainion whispered something to him, but the younger one was bursting with pride with his reply, "I ain't scared of ol' 'Trainwrecker! He prolly won't take me in a fight!"

Clayton blinked, his gold eyes filled with something other than anger. Though the platling was right- he wasn't going to take on a kid who was half his size. Even if- Clayton yelped as the platling charged at him, bared his teeth and bit him. He hollared with pain as he tried to detatch the anklebiter from his...ankle?

"SHEEE! I TOL' YOU VAT HE WOulDNT FiGhT!"

His companion looked at him in horror as Clayton flailed about, eventually releasing Clayon from his pint-sized, toothy bear trap. The platling that decided to bite him broke down laughing as his friend still stood there, shocked.

Clayton shook his paw, grumbling at the new wound before turning his head at the kid, mocking his laugh until he stopped. Clayton fell silent as well, staring down at the smug dust devil who was barring his teeth at him. What big chompers...no wonder it hurt.

He huffed, a grin forming across his face, "Whats your name kid?"

The kid flashed the same grin as him. "Th' name is Duke and right 'ere is my friend Lian! An' we're gonna be the new sheriff and deputy duo 'round here! SO with that bein said- put em up."

Clayton blinked and watched as the platling hunch over and growl at him, while Lian cowarded, his eyes big and wide- it seemed that he was almost about to cry.

The old plate dragon laughed. Laughed so much that he was kicking up dust. The platlings pulled up their bandanas to cover their noses and mouths, still in their stances.

"Oh boy. I tell you what kid- you go moxie- a little spunk if you will...but you ain't gonna catch anyone like that. Otherwise you'd be just as corrupt as this town."

"Yeah! The town you've abanonded. All fer what? A ghost train??"

Clayton paused and glared at the platling.

"And all for what? For a couple of gold bars? Ain't nuthing but greed right there."

Clayton huffed before turning his head over.

"Allota people thought you were dead- that you were ne'er coming back. An' you showed up like a ghost. And empty handed. You disappointed allotta people."

Clayton squeezed his eyes shut. "You got it all wrong kid."
"Did I?"

"You did."

Duke stood there. "Then tell us. What did we get wrong?"

"Everything."

•••

They had moved somewhere a little more private. It was the old fishing dock that had long since been abanonded since the drought. They boys moved to the end and took their seats on the posts. While not comfortable, it at least gave them privacy to allow Clayton to retell the story. After all, he didn't want to be out in the open for too long in that town.Who knows what other anklebiters are lurking out there...

Clayton drew in a breath as he gazed up at the sun. It was just now starting its descent, but still, there were hours until evening hit. He closed his eyes and began his opening statement:

"It was a day like any other- but this time the land was full with water...fish and gold... we had it all. The rain came steady and thunderstorms weren't nuthin'. Now tornadoes- yeah they were a problem, 'sepcially with all this dust layin about- but it was nothin' the townsfolk couldn't handle. I mean, we had it all."

From social events to friendly conversations that didn't end up with the other party getting robbed...it sure was a place to call home...there was hardly any crime thanks to me. I always had a plan hatched and ready to go."

A flash of memories ran through him. He was standing there, quite younger than he was now, with two other plate dragons flanking his side, ready to take on the group of outlaws that dared to cause trouble.They rushed towards each other with claws and fangs. Dust enveloped around them but eventually cleared with one shake from Clayton. It settled around them, revealing that the outlaws were out cold. The townsfolk filed out one by one to cheer on the trio as the sheriff and deputy rushed in to deal with the mess and crowd control.

Once everything and everyone settled down, they ushered them along to the tavern to help celebrate their victory. Though as it was just another victory for Clayton, he sought the comfort of his bed...alas his best buds, Adam and Buck, convinced him on joining them for another round of endless stories and rewards. The party had finally conceded once the town's bell struck midnight. Tired, Clayton moved slowly to his room, his paws heavy. He collapsed onto his soft bed...slowly dozing off until he was in dreamland once more.

"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring! When are we going to get to the part when you messed everythin up?"

"Oh shut it and let me get there!" Clayton waved the young platling off as he glanced at Lian, who was far more intrested in the story than Duke was. He sighed. At least there was someone listening.

"Now where did I leave off...Oh yeah! It wasn't until next mornin'..."

"that multiple knocks sounded at my door. I woke up from my bed, covered in sweat before staggering to get to the door. Nothing about being pulled out of a good sleep by a loud noise is great for everyone. The knocks grew louder and louder before he could open the door- only to be greeted by Adam and Buck. They were all giddy as they shoved their way through, almost knocking Clayton off of his paws if he hadn't held onto the doorframe.

"Now what in the world has you two up and giggling like a bunch 'o kids at...." Clayton blanked, still groggy from being forced awake. The two took one look at him and continued to giggle up a storm. "Oh CLAY. Just wait til you see this."

He blinked a couple of times as dumb and dumber stumbled their way into his living quarters and towards a table to place down an oil lamp and some paper. They turned with a mischevious glint in their eyes as Buck fumbled with the oil lamo. Adam tilted his head towards the door, "Close it will ya?" Hurry," he continued to giggle a little more as Buck finally managed to turn it on.

"I swear if yer kickin your feet right now, you'll never hear the end of it," Clayton grumbled as he took a few minutes to glance out into the halls before closing, and locking the door.

Even before he could turn, he could hear the eyeroll from Adam.

Clayton waddled over and pulled out a chair, sitting on it and looking at the paper that they had brough it- or well...it wasn't an ordinary paper. It was a map, an animated map. It had the layout of the land and all of the existing railroad tracks that surrounded the town. His eyes grew wide. "Is this what I think it is?"

"YOU BET," Adam hollared, reached over to give Clayton a hearty slap of the back.

"Oof." Clayton scrunched up his nose and pulled the map closer to him, watching as a little red arrow made its way around the track. A blue dot with tiny, bolded letters of 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 printed below, acting like an excat pinpoint of their current location.

"Where did you get this?"

"Dunno. Some old fleabag with some giant burlap bag traded me for it."

"Did you give them your soul?"

"No I was just joking around- I bought it off of some old man that runs the docks down by Roseberry."

"When did you go there?"

"Can you just please stop asking questions for once?"

Clayton rolled his eyes before giving Adam the map back. Adam and Buck both started to drum at the table with their paws, grinning from ear to ear. "I can't believe we got this map! Now The Nimbus can never escape us again!"

That was right. Clayton stared at the wall as Buck and Adam cheered. The Nimbus was a one of a kind ghost train that traveled throughout the lands, cloaked with storm clouds to protect whatever cargo it held. IT was something that the boys had captured before- just a few years prior, but it eluded their paws when a bolt of lightning nearly struck Buck. They all decided to approach it differently, but alas, one regroup later- the train disappeared from sight, the chuffing of the train growing distant with each minute that passed. Since then, the boys had rode out past midnight with all the right conditions to see it pass by...however they had never crossed paths with it again...until now.

"Clayton?"

Clayton blinked and looked at Adam with a frown as he laughed at him. "Thought we lost you there for a second. How 'bout we go after it tomorrow? It looks it'd be closer anyway."

"No!"

Both Buck and Adam looked at Clayton, a little bewildered. "Ooooooookay. Whats up with the, 'NO!'? Too cowardly to challenge it now?"

Clayton snorted as the two went on laughing and laughing. He rolled his eyes, "No- we should obviously go after it tonight!...Like right at this moment."

The two stop laughing as they stared at Clayton. They looked at each other before looking back, slowly shaking their head. "Look Clay," Adam started, "We need some rest. And besides- we're wayyyy underprepared. Its best that we go do this-"

"No! Listen- its ALL the right conditions- we had a major storm just two days ago! It's cooler than it has ever been and just...why would the old man give you the map right then and there? Take this as a sign that we should go now- otherwise we might not get this chance again!"

Silence filled the room as they all thought about it...and slowly started to discuss it, with a couple of worried glances behind thrown at him by Buck. Sighing, they both finally agreed.

"And with that, we headed out that same night."

"It was a long treck, but as soon as we set foot, the map changed and folded. And a train horn sounded. And there she was: The Nimbus. Clouds covered her like a cloak with lightning threatening us...but we were ready. After all, a duststorm was about to approach."

"We kicked up as much dust as we could to the point where nothing was visable. But we knew where to board...it was very anti-climatic if I'm being a little honest." Clayton chuckled a little before looking back at the two, "But we boarded the caboose and made our way in." He glanced at the two, an eyebrow raised as Duke had suddenly became more intrested in the story.

He looked away, "And yes it was everything that we had hoped for...Treasure. A lot of it. That is when were started to pack up what all we could...except for me. I was looking for something else," he brushed his paw over his forehead and sighed. "It was a lamp- but a lamp like no other. It could summon up a storm with a quick slight of hand. Just whisper whatever you want and it'll grant you whatever it is you have requested. I wanted to keep it...just in case something like this happened..."

The two platelings looked at each other, a bit skeptical, but allowed Clayton to continue on.

"I took the longest since this item was very important to me...and we were runing out of time. Y'see, The Nimbus runs on a very very strict time schedule. Once the sun starts to peek over the horizon, the train will start to disappear...never to be seen until next time- and those who remain on board would forever be lost on it- forced to become one with the train.

And I knew that very well. Adam and Buck were rushing me, trying to pull me back to reality- but my pride and my greed got in the way of that. I did eventually find the lamp...but at what cost," he paused and drew in a sharp breath, before slowly exhaling. "We should've known that there was someone else on that train. The old train conductor. He was a mean one and attacked us on sight as soon as I pulled the lamp out of its hiding spot. The spirit that was trapped there thanked me, but it was a trap.

He attempted to force us off of the train with...some sort of powerful polar wind...and he succeeded...with me at least. And I flew off of the train and onto the tracks. Both Buck and Adam were weighed down with their treasure...all I saw were their horrified faces as the first dawn started to break. The train whistle blew and it was gone. All gone."

Clayton reached up and rubbed his dry eyes. He was...upset, but never produced any tears.

"And so what about the drought?" Lian asked cautiously, glancing up at the older plate dragon.

Clayton hesitated, "...yeah...well what I didn't know at the time was that the lid had fallen off- or well, was taken off by someone other than me," he mumbled, knowing well that it was the old train conductor, "and the first words I said as the train disappeared into the horizon- was "drat'...which had came out as drought...I was in so much shock...and then the winds started and the sun started to grow larger and hotter...all the plants and grass started to die right away...the water, slowly evaporating until it was no more. And that was that. I managed to finally collect myself after a few days and decided to head back to town.

Once I turned up the whole place was a mess. It was like it got ransacked by a bunch of outlaws...and then I saw the missing posters. The posters of me, Adam and Buck. I didn't know this at the time, but apparently the train kept us in some sort of...loop. it kept us for three years. The townsfolk thought we were dead at that point so they started to give up. But once I turned up, they thought they'd seen a ghost. I gave them the whole story- I swear I did- and then they blamed me."

The platelings looked at each other once again and then looked away. It was still his fault.

"The story started to get twisted up, painting me as the mastermind, the one who left his friends for..." he paused before continuing, "Sometimes I still hear the train's horn, mocking me throughout the night...I wonder if I didn't try to go for that lamp...maybe things would be different."

Clayton shifted the brim of his hat to cover his eyes as he started to silently sob. The platelings looked at each other before slowly getting up, the sun slowly sinking down into the horizon.

"We should go..."

"Yeah...We'll catch up to you later Clayton." Duke mumbled.

Clayton didn't say anything. He didn't move or budge, but he continued to stay put as the two turned tail and started to head back towards their homes- surely going to get an earful for going out too far- let alone with Clayton.

But the plate dragon just sat there, mourning. All he could hear was nothing but his sobs, the quiet and distant chuffing of a train and its horn, blaring over the empty lands.

[kennadryl]

Username + ID: kennadryl + 958080
Plate Dragon Name: Vance
Prompt:

The sound of wind rushing past was all that Vance could hear for a moment. Then, "Not going to lose another hat, are you?" 

Amber eyes lifted to met red, narrowing as the paw clutching his hat to his head hit the ground once more. Perhaps adventuring with her wasn't the brightest idea. The light colored dragon had an amused smile across her face, mirth filling her gaze.

"You're going to lose the bird if you don't shut your mouth." She snickered, rubbing her side against his companionably. Horrible. "I only seem to lose them when I'm with you, perhaps I should reconsider our relationship outside of work." His voice flat, the threat empty, she knew.

"So sour, Vance! And here I thought Georgia peaches were supposed to be sweet."

"Haha." That brought out a proper laugh. Exhausting. He shook his head, a small smile gracing his face as they continued their ascent up the path, careful with every step. "C'mon now we're getting close."

It was still odd spending time with Shiori, well, spending time with Shiori like this. The two had been working together for years. Hopping from country to country to complete jobs, rarely taking breaks. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." He'd said to her years ago. She'd agreed wholeheartedly. There was always something to do, something to find, something to see, a photo to take. 

But in the last year? Year and a half? They'd started spending their time between missions actually exploring the countries they'd travelled to for work. What they'd seen before was so limited, only glimpses of what each country had to show. It'd been a welcome surprise, shedding the professionalism and enjoying a different type of camaraderie.

It started when he mentioned he'd be taking pictures in Yosemite National Park while back home in the States.

---

May I come with you? I have wanted to see it for years now. Never had the right timing." - "Sure, why not, the more the merrier."

---

Then, that September, after a job in Iceland they took on the Laugavegur trek, a 34 mile ("54 kilometers, not miles, we're not in the states, Vance! Use the metric system like the rest of us." ) with Vance taking as many photos as he could.

And that's how he ended up here, backpacking his way through the mountains of Chile on the famous W trek with both the best, and worst, company he thought possible. A five day long 74 mile hike.

Vance had heard it was pretty, had seen photos online, but seeing it in person was a whole different story. It was gorgeous. Rivers sided with the tallest of peaks and the greenest of hills. Tall looming spires of cliffside. Snow sitting on the tops of mountains in the distance. Lakes caged in by glaciers, rock formations, and green hills alike.

He'd never been happier to have brought extra memory cards and multiple different lenses. Photos upon photos and his toes twitched with the desire for more.

On day one it'd be Grey Lake, the Grey Glacier and Pehoe lake.

Day two it'd been more of the same, but from different angles. Photos of and from the suspension bridge on the path.

---

"Still not enough photos of the glacier, Vance?" - "Never."

---

Today is day three. They'd already made their way to and past Torres del Paine's French Valley and Mirador Frances. The hike to Mirador Frances itself had him taking photo after photo, and the vantage points were no different. But finally, finally, they were ascending the steep path to Mirador Britanico. His muscles ached, but there was no world in which he could be stopped, and Shiori had tried just about every reasonable method that wasn't force.

And it was worth it. The British lookout was nothing short of gorgeous. Overlooking the valley that's walled in by mountains draped in white, a near-dry creek carving its way through the orange and brown foliage and into the fog.

"You better take some pictures before I take your camera and do it myself."

Vance's head whipped to the owner of the voice, the long-haired dragon hadn't even turned to look his way as she spoke. Vance let out a snort as he shook his head, particles swishing about as he did, his paw lifting the camera to his face.

"You couldn't pry this camera from my cold dead paws."

Lookout

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[leonscharizard]

Username + ID: kennadryl + 958080
Plate Dragon Name: Vance
Prompt:

The sound of wind rushing past was all that Vance could hear for a moment. Then, "Not going to lose another hat, are you?" 

Amber eyes lifted to met red, narrowing as the paw clutching his hat to his head hit the ground once more. Perhaps adventuring with her wasn't the brightest idea. The light colored dragon had an amused smile across her face, mirth filling her gaze.

"You're going to lose the bird if you don't shut your mouth." She snickered, rubbing her side against his companionably. Horrible. "I only seem to lose them when I'm with you, perhaps I should reconsider our relationship outside of work." His voice flat, the threat empty, she knew.

"So sour, Vance! And here I thought Georgia peaches were supposed to be sweet."

"Haha." That brought out a proper laugh. Exhausting. He shook his head, a small smile gracing his face as they continued their ascent up the path, careful with every step. "C'mon now we're getting close."

It was still odd spending time with Shiori, well, spending time with Shiori like this. The two had been working together for years. Hopping from country to country to complete jobs, rarely taking breaks. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." He'd said to her years ago. She'd agreed wholeheartedly. There was always something to do, something to find, something to see, a photo to take. 

But in the last year? Year and a half? They'd started spending their time between missions actually exploring the countries they'd travelled to for work. What they'd seen before was so limited, only glimpses of what each country had to show. It'd been a welcome surprise, shedding the professionalism and enjoying a different type of camaraderie.

It started when he mentioned he'd be taking pictures in Yosemite National Park while back home in the States.

---

May I come with you? I have wanted to see it for years now. Never had the right timing." - "Sure, why not, the more the merrier."

---

Then, that September, after a job in Iceland they took on the Laugavegur trek, a 34 mile ("54 kilometers, not miles, we're not in the states, Vance! Use the metric system like the rest of us." ) with Vance taking as many photos as he could.

And that's how he ended up here, backpacking his way through the mountains of Chile on the famous W trek with both the best, and worst, company he thought possible. A five day long 74 mile hike.

Vance had heard it was pretty, had seen photos online, but seeing it in person was a whole different story. It was gorgeous. Rivers sided with the tallest of peaks and the greenest of hills. Tall looming spires of cliffside. Snow sitting on the tops of mountains in the distance. Lakes caged in by glaciers, rock formations, and green hills alike.

He'd never been happier to have brought extra memory cards and multiple different lenses. Photos upon photos and his toes twitched with the desire for more.

On day one it'd be Grey Lake, the Grey Glacier and Pehoe lake.

Day two it'd been more of the same, but from different angles. Photos of and from the suspension bridge on the path.

---

"Still not enough photos of the glacier, Vance?" - "Never."

---

Today is day three. They'd already made their way to and past Torres del Paine's French Valley and Mirador Frances. The hike to Mirador Frances itself had him taking photo after photo, and the vantage points were no different. But finally, finally, they were ascending the steep path to Mirador Britanico. His muscles ached, but there was no world in which he could be stopped, and Shiori had tried just about every reasonable method that wasn't force.

And it was worth it. The British lookout was nothing short of gorgeous. Overlooking the valley that's walled in by mountains draped in white, a near-dry creek carving its way through the orange and brown foliage and into the fog.

"You better take some pictures before I take your camera and do it myself."

Vance's head whipped to the owner of the voice, the long-haired dragon hadn't even turned to look his way as she spoke. Vance let out a snort as he shook his head, particles swishing about as he did, his paw lifting the camera to his face.

"You couldn't pry this camera from my cold dead paws."

Lookout

Congrats! It was so hard to pick a winner, but ultimately this entry stuck out to me the most. I loved how vividly you described the scenes as well as Vance and Shiori’s relationship! Enjoy your new PD!

However, I’d also like to hand out some runner-up MYOs to the other entries I absolutely adored, so second and third place go to…
646813 and 1064384! For Galaxy’s entry, I loved hearing the story about how he went through the tornado himself, and you describe things so wonderfully it almost feels real! For Asher’s entry, I loved seeing Dalton get to prove himself and his incredible courage—the story was so heartwarming at the end, and I loved the little cliffhanger :3 for you both, I’ll be giving you 1x Unlimited Rare and Under MYO!

I also adored everyone else’s entries—they all were excellent and I had an amazing time getting to read through all of them! So I’ll be giving everyone else who entered 1x 1 Rare and Unlimited Under MYO!

[Prince Audric]

Congrats everyone!