Fursona and Characters:
Fan art is always welcome. For Myro please put the dark blue star in the middle of the forehead and do a fire pattern as seen in the dragon and rabbit pictures. The pictures can be any species, I don't care...
Fursona:
Name: Myro
Gender: Male
Main Species: Dragon
Pictures:
A dragon by Midnight_Shadow--------------------------------------------------A marshmallow by Izancai
A zodiac rabbit by saikiyo----------------------------------------A kitty by Blaise
A growable by San Wolf------------------A moose by godoflight------------------A sheep by Rine
A cat by ~Dawnflame~
Characters:
Name: Awyr Gwynt (Gwynt) - means Wind Sky
Adopted From: The Agency
Gender: Female
Main Species: Dragon
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Name: Dawnsiwr Glaw (Glaw - w sound like v) - means Rain Dancer
Adopted From: The Agency
Gender: Female
Main Species: Dragon
History: (for Gwynt and Glaw)
Awyr Gwynt and Dansiwr Glaw were born to their mother in a time were there was peace between dragons and the two-legged beasts that walked the planet. Their dragon herd took care of them, they were the only two dragonets to have survived the harsh weather that winter. Gwynt and Glaw quickly learned to navigate the skys as well as any other dragon in their herd. They could identify weather patterns, feed the herd and use their small magic.
Gwynt was the explorer, always curiouse to do new things. She knew the skys like she knew her heard. She could identify any breeze, any wind that came their way. Glaw was the more cautious. From the elder of the herd she learned to heal. She used her magic to get to wounds where claws couldn’t go.
Then the wars started. The two-legged beasts weren’t content with what they had. They wanted to control the magic of dragons, elves and trolls. They started capturing them and studying them. But they also used them to capture others turning beast against beast. In a fight Gwynt and Glaw where separated from their group and are now struggling to survive on their own. They aren’t fully grown yet and though they are strong, others are stronger. They have to use all their wit and skills to survive.
Pictures (Gwynt):
An adorable sheepy by Saccarine
Pictures (Glaw):
Another adorable sheepy by Saccarine!
Name: Terra Ara (Aro)- means Earth(s) Wing
Adopted From: TheCalicoTabby through The Agency
Gender: Male
Main Species: Dragon
Age: 3 yrs. 5 months (5 yrs. 5 months with egg time)
Height: Height: 7 ft. 6 in. (not full grown)
General Color: Different shades of brown
Markings: White lines along the pottow of the wings and along the tail, a darker muzzle, green eyes
History:The hatchling clambered out of the broken white things surrounding him. He wasn’t sure what they were but they lay in little heaps all around him. He slowly stretched the weird things protruding from his back that were filled with a dull ache of being cramped up. “One more to go” a gentle voice said behind him. He turned around and tripped over something lying on the ground also somehow attached to him. He prodded it gently with one paw and felt the touch. There was an arrow shaped thing at the end of it. He tried to prod it but pulled his foot away quickly when the paw pad broke and something red starting flow out of it. It hurt too. Behind him a crack sounded through the area and he turned toward it. The long thing would have to wait till later. He stumbled over to a round thing seemingly made of the same thing that had surrounded him.
He stuck his nose to it, sniffing. He shrank away when it moved. He hesitantly batted at it. Suddenly another crack filled his surroundings and the round thing blasted apart. The hatchling ran away until he bumped into something big, warm and a little squishy. “It’s okay Aro” it was that big voice from above again. A thing rushed down from above, it had two green circles, two black holes a big opening and rows of gray white pointy things. “Your younger sibling is hatching just like you did.” “Who are you? And who’s Aro?” He asked the thing that had come from above. He had noticed the sound somehow came from it. It gently touched his head and gently said “You’re Aro and I’m your mother. Now come and greet your little sister”. Mother, sister? What were those. But somehow Aro knew he could trust mother. He followed the thing he know realized must be mother’s head to his ‘sister’ whatever that was. It looked similar to him although it was more gray then brown like him. He prodded it gently with his nose, following some unknown instinct. “Hello Pedra” mother said. “Is it Pedra?” Aro asked, trying to make sense of what mother said. “Yes she is Pedra”
Family: Sister: Pedra Danza (Pedra) means Stone Dance
Pictures:
