[rem sleep]

Owner Name:
xXxAkumaSoulxXx
Name:
Spark
Nickname:
Sparky, Sparks
Gender:
Male
Personality:
(What is the dragon's personality like?)
Why do you wish to have him/her:
(State what drew you to the dragon or why you would want it.)
Where will you keep him/her:
(Will you keep it in your sig, character thread, etc...)
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
(This is just general info for me to use. State if you would like to breed it later on or not)
Any Quirks:
(Quirks are funny habits or odd things the dragon may do.)
Other:
(Writing a small story or showing artwork may give you a better chance!)

WIP D:

[Aurealis]

Owner Name:
Tiki11

Name:
Ryuuk Zenobia Kalli
I have chosen this name because I wanted to combine three names that mean three things, Dragon, Sign (or symbol) and Black Energy. Kalli, is actually the name of a Hindi Black Goddess, but I wanted to use the name for this rune, because though he is a ultimately good rune, he has a profound mischievious side, that he used often (mainly before he was discovered). Back before Ryuuk was discovered, he used his resourcefullness to survive in the dangerous streets he roamed.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Ryuuk is beyond ressourceful, he is a genius. It was his cunning and skill that saved him many times from being overpowered by the bullies that walked the alleys. Ryuu loves adventure, thunderstroms, and lemons (a rare treat for him). Occaisionally though, his mishevious nature also brought him into deep danger. In retrospect though, he tells many great stories depicting him travelling across barren landscapes, down drain pipes, stealing lemons and battling fierce runes. Physically, he is not very strong, but what he lacks in brute strength, he more than makes up in his speed. Ryuuk is also a very positive guy, though he has struggled living alone for the big part of his life, trusting very few other runes, and fewer still, humans, he is a very positive guy. He holds his head high, you could say that he has a positively "charged personality"!

Why do you wish to have him/her:
This may sound a little silly, but electric based pokemon have been my favorite since I was little. I was instantly drawn by his beautiful intricate swirling jet black eyes, his black dipped feathers, awesome rune symbol and of course his bright yellow coloring! I have wondered and wondered what sort my perfect rune would be, and I have come up with nothing closer to what he would be than Ryuuk.

Where will you keep him/her:
In my siggie first and foremost, and then I very well may just need to make character thread for this amazing and quirky rune! I would draw lots of fan art for him, and maybe even draw some accesories, or him eating lemons!

Would you like to breed him/her in the future: Yes, I may well be interested if I can find a mate to him. A rune opposite to him, one that might counter his positive, mishevious and adventurous personality, after all, opposits attract!

Any Quirks:
He loves to collect shiny objects, anything from a broken strand of beads, any odd sprockets he may find about on the ground, and even very shiny pebbles. He also collects batteries, for some reason or another, he seems to get a "jolt" (hehe) collecting them!
His favorite colour is red and yellow. Ryuuk likes to be up high, often nesting in skyscrapers, or power lines.

Poem:

A stroll in darkness reveals many a thing
does truth lie in waiting,
or
do darker things wait for their
marks?

Is it destiny,
fate,
or chance
that brings us upon the meetings that change us?

Deeper truths pull us,
we lose track
of our
minds.

Led by this truth,
I chanced upon
Ryuuk.

His peering eyes,
head tilted
his feet in a stance,
ready to jest,
ready to dance.

Took a step,
he took one back.

Quick as flint
witnessed a tint
Ryuuk
round the street corner bend,
before
I could make
my ammend...

T'ill we next meet,
round new corner
streets.

Art:

I'm not an excellent artist, but here is my attempt at drawing him! AND LEMONS OF COURSE!!! These lines are not mine.

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[theymightbetod]

Owner Name:
teeganm
Name:
Stardust
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Hot Tempered
Destructive
Mischievous
Social
Sparky
Open
Loving
Anger Issues
Why do you wish to have him/her:
I love Rune Dragons, and when I saw this one, it just caught my eye.
Where will you keep him/her:
I will have him every where, Stamps, My Character Thread, and in my Gallery a lot.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Yes, I would. Stardust will be looking for a mate for when I first meet him
Any Quirks:
Stardust Has a quirk alright. When he finds a mate, He goes static.
Other:
I will be doing some art c:

[Wifflebee]

Owner Name:
She-Hound
Name:
Incursu --Means "Shock" in Latin-- [In-kir-sue]
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Incursu is indeed a strange Rune. His emotions flit from one thing to another, much like a dancing fiery spark. One moment he can be annoyed with you and want absolutely nothing to do with you, the next he is your best, most loyal Rune again. This makes him extremely hard to train and, for other Runes, rather hard to predict and get along with. Not to mention his uncontrollable levels of excitement. That Rune is amazed and absolutely delighted by the smallest of things, you never know what could send him into a frenzy of pure joy. There isn't anything wrong with that, of course, except for the fact that he is unable to control his powerful shocks, and they become more frequent when he enters these neurotic glee-filled meltdowns. When this happens, it is advised to quickly calm him down before someone gets hurt. Luckily, I have found a successful way of doing so.
Another one of this crazy Runes trait is a short temper. Having lived in the city for so long, he is constantly flitting around and doesn't know what to do with himself when in a quiet, calm environment. It is quite funny, actually, to watch the reaction of Incursu, as he simply sits completely still by my side in confusion and awkward silence, small sparks shooting off of his bright yellow pelt, as if he feels the need to show his distress with high pitched squeals and small jolts of electricity. When this happens, it is best to leave him alone, for touching him will only make his nerves worse and bring you pain.
Incursu is also quite the little "borrower," as if left unattended, you may "acquire" some items you didn't know you had, or end up "miss placing" things your sure you left somewhere safe... Of course, the poor confused Rune doesn't do these things to be bad, it intends on returning what it has taken, but alas, his memory tends to fail him when it comes to these things. He has a rather hard time when remembering where he got what, and eventually ends up putting these items where he thinks he got them from originally. (Which means usually scattered around your cabin/camp site XD)
Though these odd and rather conflicting personality traits can be hard to deal with, with the right amount of love and patience, he can be taught right from wrong.

Why do you wish to have him/her:
I saw his beautiful, unique appearance and fell in love. Those eyes sucked me in the second I saw him. I love how well the colors black and yellow mix with his funny personality and I'm sure he would be extremely fun to write about. ^^

Where will you keep him/her:
I will do the same I've done with Cemerlang, and make him his own thread, write stories about the relationship between Cemer, Inc and I, and draw his as much as possible.

Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Sure, why not.

Any Quirks:
As said above, this funny little Rune will go into complete spasms of delight at the smallest of things. The only way to snap him out of this odd trans is, something I've discovered quite recently... His own reflection. Most Rune Dragons go insane at the sight of themselves in a mirror, spoon, or anything else shiny enough, but not Incursu. I'm not sure if seeing an exact copy of himself in what he seems to think is some kind of "parallel universe" scares him, or sends him into a state of complete wonder, but it calms him down in the blink of an eye and he never gets tired of it. Because of this, I have begun carrying around a small hand mirror everywhere I go.
As soon as he realizes the strange Rune in the mirror is indeed himself, his eyes grow large with wonder and awe at the "powerful presence" of the mirror. He will continue staring at himself as long as you allow him to. Luckily, when the mirror is taken away, he does not start his insane frenzy all over again, but forgets he even started, as if he has hypnotized himself. Oddly enough, this does not happen when he sees his reflection in water. I have yet to figure out why, but will certainly get to the bottom of it if I end up earning the privilege of calling this delightful Rune mine.


Other:

The soft thud of tired hooves on the dirt trail that lay before me and my restless rune reminded me of how exhausted I really was. Cemerlang sat beside me, dramatically shifting positions uncomfortably, as if to show me how annoyed and in need of sleep he was. I sigh and gently stroke his soft feathered head. "I know boy... We can't stop for too long, but I'll see if I can find somewhere safe to hide the wagon. With this new government trying to break the bonds between Runes and their owners, you never know what's safe anymore.." I point out. "Maybe there is a cool stream we can get water from and possibly even cool off. The humidity in this part of Eona is horrible..." Cemerlang let out a muffled croak of agreement but finally settles on a laying position. I chuckle and roll my eyes. "I do believe I have never seen a Rune stretch out in such a strange position before." I try to refrain from laughing too much, as I don't want to embarrass the poor Rune anymore than he already is. He glares up at me from his awkward laying position, flopped over on his side, head resting on my leg.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of distant voices. "Hello?" I call out hesitantly. Climbing down from the driver's perch and carefully lifting my exhausted rune into my arms, I walk further into the greenery of the warm forest. The sounds become slightly louder. I sigh and walk a bit closer. Suddenly, the talking stops. I stand completely still, not quite sure what to expect. We were lost, and these people could know where to go... But what if they worked for the government? Suddenly, a pale woman comes into view. She spots us and a large smile appears on her face, but it quickly vanishes. A look of worry then flickers across her delicate features as she urgently signals for us to come closer. I hesitantly walk a bit closer, still clutching Cemerlang protectively in my arms. 'She sure looks like a Rune owner...' I think to myself. The strange woman is dressed in tan knee-length shorts, a darker brown t-shirt, and leather brown boots that come up to her shins. She slowly lifts a finger to her lips and leans closer. "Shh... They're here... Hide! I'll lead them away and come back for you, I promise." She whispers. Just then I notice a brown leather satchel slung over her hip and around her neck. Eying it suspiciously, it seems to... "Wait... Did your bag just... Move?" I ask. She flashes a knowing smile, and with that, gently shoves me back into the thick shrubbery. Assuming the people she told me to hide from must be from the government, I tuck Cemer under one arm and shimmy up the nearest tree that looks thick enough to hold both of our weight and hide us from any passing strangers. I push aside a leafy branch and peer down. The strange lady with the satchel walks past us, leading two men behind her, all the while going on about how she was sure she heard someone.
When they where out of sight, I finally allowed myself to crouch down on the thick branch, my legs aching and stiff from standing for what seemed to be at least an hour. Cemerlang was now wide awake and alert, his eyes nervously searching the forest below for movement. I close my eyes and lean my head against the tall tree trunk behind me, trying to stay quiet in case they where still within earshot. "We should be okay now, Cemerlang..." I whispered, trying to reassure my poor, tense Rune. My eyes fly open as terror fills my conscience. "The horses!!" I yelp. Cemerlang makes a worried gurgling sound, rumbling deep from within his chest. "They're okay.." I murmur, trying desperately to calm myself. Just then, I hear foot steps.
Struck with fear and not having the slightest idea of whether I should run or not, I decided to stay perched safely in the tall tree. Silently praying to the Ancients that it was the strange woman from before, I closed my eyes again and held my breath. However, curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't help but push the small branch aside again and try desperately to catch a glimpse of whatever was out there. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the strange woman we had seen before came into view. I carefully made my way back down the tree, not wanting to alarm her or Cemerlang and hesitantly push through the tall grass that surrounds me. Colliding with something -- or someone -- I was knocked to the ground. I prop myself up on my elbows and search for whatever I had bumped into. Sure enough, it was the stranger from before. She stifles a soft chuckle and offers a hand to help me up. I reluctantly accept it and she pulls me to my feet. Cemerlang croaks with annoyance and perches himself on my shoulder as he studies the lady. She grins and steps back to give me some room. "Hey! Your not from around here, are you?" She asks, still keeping her voice low. I shake my head and wipe the dirt from my sleeve. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice slightly shaky. "Raella. But you can call me Ray." She explains. Noticing my confused expression, she smiles and glances over at Cemerlang. "Wow... Haven't seen a Rune as bright and flashy as him since the new laws have come into order." She murmurs, her green eyes shining with admiration. Smiling at the compliment, I gently scratch Cemerlang under his chin, making him purr. "Thanks... Hes a good buddy to have around. Oh, and might I ask whats in the bag?" I ask, lowering my voice. Ray's grin then shrinks down to a smirk. "You noticed, eh?" She asked, chuckling. She lifts the leather bag and slowly opens the flap. I cautiously peer inside and gasp as a brightly colored Rune stares up at me. "Is he yours?" I ask, still gazing down at the spectacular Rune in awe. Raella chuckles and shakes her head. "No... Ever heard of Thorn's Cabin?" She asks. I look back up at her, probably looking as clueless as ever. She smiles and gently lifts the Rune out of the bag, wincing all the while. "It's a place where explorers and their Runes stay, some bringing new Runes with them and putting them up for adoption. It's the only safe place I know of, actually." She pauses to gently set the Rune on her shoulder. "Anyway, Thorn found this little guy and he ran off, little troublemaker. I went out to find him and ran into two government workers. I was just heading back to put him up for adoption... Unless you want him?" She must've seen the pure admiration and excitement in my eyes, because he was indeed a lovely Rune... Cemerlang needs a friend, anyway... Before I can organize my scattered thoughts, I hear myself softly chime, "May I?" Ray laughs and gently places him on my outstretched arm. I now realize why she was flinching when she lifted him out of the bag. Tiny jolts went up my arm and made me shiver. "What was that?!?" I asked, slightly baffled. Ray grins and nodds, "Oh... I forgot to mention... He's a spark Rune..." She murmurs softly. "He can't control it, so most people take it the wrong way and it usually goes downhill from there... The rest of his -- Quirks -- You'll have to discover on your own." Slightly confused, I sigh and study the strange dragon. He stares back with hypnotizing eyes. I smile and reach up to pet him. Ignoring the small shocks my hand recieved, I glanced over at Cenerlang, whom now sat on a sturdy branch with a jealous expression. "What do you think, Cemerlang?" I ask. He grumbles, but makes no notion to suggest that he doesn't like the idea of having a new Rune to travel with. I look back over to where Raella stood, but am shocked to see that she is no longer there. "Well then... Might as well give this little guy a name... How does... Incursu sound?" I ask. The small electrifying Rune on my arm chirps with agreement. "Lovely! Welcome aboard, Incursu!" I say cheerfully.


WIP! ^^ Sorry, couldn't help myself. XD Those eyes... <3

[Coexist]

Owner Name:
Coexist
Name:
Electra (the shining one)
Gender:
female
Personality:
Electra has two faces if not more, she has the face of the guardian, protector of all she sees fit and the face of the angered which she is all to easily. She has a habit of flitting between attitutes in the blink of an eye, much like the electric pulse. she also loves to throw bolts at people she thinks have done wrong weather they have or not being vengeful for the sake of it.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
I am fasinated with electricity in all forms, when I was young, living in New Mexico I woud sit on our house step and watch the heat lightning.
Where will you keep him/her:
In my siggy and then moved to my thread
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
yes
Any Quirks:
she tends to mildly shock others without noticing
Other:
WIP

[rae sanders]

Owner Name:
R U Safe and Sound? (or Skyrunner1265, call me Sky :3)
Name:
•Jennu Wanotreyx di Vers•
It means 'Great Prince of Power' in dragon.
Nickname:
Elerizo
Gender:
(Male)
Personality:
(Well, he is hyper for one. He is always fun and loving with everyone. He will stick up for his best friends. He is a gentleman, when he wants to. He is looked down upon at times because he is energetic. He knows when to be calm or not. He has been told to be anything he wanted, so he became the electric source.)
Why do you wish to have him/her:
(When I first saw him, I realized we were just alike, hyper, energetic. I loved him. I knew I must have him because I felt like him, glared upon cause of being hyper. Shunned aside of the hyper problem. I felt a deep connection.)
Where will you keep him/her:
(I will keep him in my signiture, I will use him in the Rune Rp, and I will be making a character Thread soon, he will be there too. :3)
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
(I would love to breed him!)
Any Quirks:
(Considering the fact no one is perfect, he has flaws. He also can't help himself but to be annoying. But maybe a bit bipolar. When he was little, he had a hard time flying. )
Other:
Story:
I was walking down the street, feeling sad for myself, who knows why. I had been watching all the runes and their bonds. I wished more and more that I had that friend that they had. I was watching the herd of the spark rune dragons fly over. I stopped for a second and minded my own business.
In the time I minded my own business, I hear a distress shriek from the spark rune dragons above. All I see next is a little spark rune dragon falling from the herd and came straight for me. Having no chance to move, I am smacked in the face and knocked back onto my back.
As I sit up, the little rune chirps to me. I giggle and pet his head. A electric shock goes through my hand, but it was more of a tickle. I stand with the little rune in my arms and I groom him. Looking up, I see the herd moved on without him. I decided to take him home.
When I got home, my mom instantly asked me what I had. When she saw it was a rune, she got all wide eyes with awe. I felt special and took the rune up to my room. I place him on the bed and he chirps some more to me. I lie on my belly and faced him. I scratched his head as I thought of a name. My father had taught me things in dragon, so I decided to name him Jennu Wanotreyx di Vers. Or in English, 'Great Prince of Power'. I thought it fit him well. As I went downstairs to eat, he flapped his wings endlessly down the staircase. He ended up tripping me, a few times, a matter of fact. He bounded around and tripped over his head and landed on his back.

[DragonFreak3]

Owner Name:
(DragonFreak3)
Name:
(Carrabol)
Gender:
(Male)
Personality:
( is a scavenger and steals items and food from anybody. Cares very deeply for the hurt and wounded, which is the main reason he steals, to care for them. Hates any animal larger than him, and always defends himself, even if the other animal means no harm. )
Why do you wish to have him/her:
(This species is beautiful, and I couldn't imagine not having one of these precious dragons ^3^ Also his design gave me an idea for a story)
Where will you keep him/her:
(I shall keep himin my sig :3)
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
(Yep, I'd love to :3)
Any Quirks:
(sparks the closest person when he's happy, and he gets an evil eye glow when he's scheming)
Other:
(Carrabol sat on the phone wires, staring over the pointed towers of the city to watch the sky gradually fade to its dark blues and violets of night. Below, the arched street lights flickered on, one by one. Others of his kind flew past him to the Nesting Tower, the tallest building in town, made specifically for the revered dragons. He left his perch to scavenge as the night took over. He didn't care much for the Nesting Tower. He was a loner, didn't care for company from his fellow dragons. He prefered the company of man.
He flew down the street, past the Tailors district to the Food district. Finally he settled on one of the flower baskets hanging from the street lights. The flower obviously hadn't been watered in days, he thought. He smiled and sparked a bit while thinking of the lack of rain. From his viewpoint, he could see the Butcher Shop's back door. Just then, the butcher came out the back door, carrying a large tray of old meat, and dumped it in the dumpster. Carrabol waited until the butcher went back in, then bolted to the dumpster, seeming like a lightning streak in the low light of the streetlamp. he landed and scuttled to a large gaping hole in the side of the dumpster. Bit by bit, he began to take the raw meat out of the dumpster to eat.
He began to eat it, greatfull for the butchers slow day, less customers, more food for him. He let out a jolt, overfilled with joy and food, and heard a yell of complaint, "AHHHHH! The hell was THAT??" Startled, Carrabol turned around to find a teenaged crawled up on the sidewalk in pain. Gripping his sides, the boy start to roll over and opened his eyes. "Wha- was that you?" He looked curiously at the little dragon, still moaning from the shock. Carrabol expected him to be angry, but instead the boy had an amused, snarky grin on his face. The boy started to get up, still struggling from the pain in his sides. Carrabol flew up and grabbed his collar, trying to help him. With their combined efforts, the boy finally stood, still holding his sides, and Carabol rested on his shoulder. "Hey, thanks little guy." said the boy, and he gave Carrabol that smile again while patting his head. Carrabol looked at the boy, with his white tangled hair, his torn, green collared shirt and his black, frayed jeans. The boy was very skinny, and his condition worried Carrabol. He hoped back down to his pile of meat and found a slightly burnt piece of steak, and fluttered back to the boy. The boy opened his hands as Carrabol flung the meat at him, and caught it. He stared at it with wide eyes, and then turned back to Carrabol, who had perched on his shoulder again. "Th-Thanks little guy... thank you..."
And he ate the steak greedily.

*lol long story is long XD*
)

[flyteck]

Beautiful rune, I want to try for him and yet... For some reason I feel I shouldn't try for him. I'm sure whoever gets him will take great care of him <3

[Traffic]

Owner Name:
silverduststar
Name:
Hyperion {Meaning the god of light/ sparks :0}
Gender:
Male
Personality:
This little Rune dragon takes up to his spark. He is a bright thinker, and has a decivious side. His personality changes, in a spark; he could be mellow one minute and in a head strong mode at the next. It all depends on what you say to him. He has though a very loving character, he wouldn't hurt a fly; unless it provced him to. He has many personalitys and like I said they can change in a second. This little Rune Dragon is a pyromaniac wich is wear he lights to set things on fire, to get ride of stress or anger. Now he doesn't set living things on fire, mainly just leaves, or a pillow of some sort. When he is angry, he likes to be alone; because he doesn't want to say something that could ruin a friendship with anyone.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
Well I would love to have a Rune Dragon because I don't have one first of all. Also it's because I absolutely love this intracit creatures, and this little fellow just draws me in, because he's simple; in a complexed way. He has a I make this world 20% cooler attitude, that I absolutely love about him. He also reminds me of a star, and he is one and he seems to know that XD
Where will you keep him/her:
Well since I would love to show him off, I would keep him in a siggy, and if I get him I would defanintly create a charrie thred wear I could put him. I may even print it off and hang it on my wall XD It wouldn't be the first time I feel in love with something I have adopted, won, or payed for.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
I would absolutely love to breed him later on! He's just so gorgous, I must.... So hard not to say no. XD
Any Quirks:
He taps his feet alot, and he paces alot, he just can't sit still. Any lights that are off, must be turned on. Before getting into bed he wipes of any dirt or feathers and makes the bed/nest before getting in.
Other:
Yawning softly Hyperion streatches then gets out of a small make shift bed. He smilled a sleepy smile as a fly buzed bye. Walking around he brushes his wings against the ground, not wanting to hold them up. Hearing foot steps he looks up, "Why hello!" He calls to his friend {Don't know who, just wanted another charrie in this story} As his friend said hello and started telling a story about his morning. Soon Hyperions eye pupils turn to slits, "How could you do that to the animal! That's horrible I don't know why you are my-" Stopping for a second he adds on in a sheepish voice, "I-I Need to go, I guess I'll see you later." Scampering off anger was still slightly lurking in his system. Deciding to do what a pyromaniac does when they wear angry. Set things on fire. Grabbing a enormous pile of leaves he aranges them in a decent sizes circle, one bye one. Deciding it was big enough he takes a deep breath and softly blows on one. It had caught on fire. As the wind gently blew bye it made the small spark of fire spread to each leaf; slowly but surely. With a content smile on his face he watched as it happened. It helped him to do that for some reason, maybe just to get him distracted. For what ever reason, it was better than fighting with another Rune. Hyperion had alot of fun that day. He was able to go play pranks on some friends of his, and he got to set more things on fire. In his opinion, that was a day well spent. Walking over to the make shift nest he paces around. He was now getting bored, but atleast it was getting late; it would soon be time to go to sleep. Ploping down on the ground; a few feathers drift off. He had started to tapp his feet in a smooth rythem. For the next few hours he spent his time watching the sun change colors against the horizon as it came down. And the moon creep its way into the suns spot. He liked the sun a bit more, but the moon ment it was time to rest. Throwing his nose to the moon he lets out a long, and harmonious yawn. With a small sneeze it brook the small song he was making and he let out a small grunt. A bit disapointed he couldn't find out how long he could yawn. Tapping his foot again he stood up, and walked over to his bed. Streatching out his wing he sweeped up, making sure to get every fluff of a feather, every speck of dirt off of wear he was going to sleep. With a satisfyed smile he made the nest. Taking a few steps back he tossed himself into his nest like a torpedo, messing up the nice assortment of soft objects. With a wicked grin he spat out a bit of fire, then let it shower around him. The sparks gazed the cotton on the edges, turning it to a black burnt color. It smelled wonderfull to Hyperion, and he was able to close his eyes and drift off into a wonderfull dream.

[PolyThera]

Owner Name:
Syn + Jessy
Name:
Kibatsu (means Striking)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Rowdy, Curious, Nosy, Electric, Cheeky, Down to Earth, Artistic, Stubborn.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
I dont really know of the reasoning behind the attraction. I saw his bright colours and fell completely in love. I imagined stories of him and Marlow out adventuring or sneaking out to play at night in the garden. Me finding my fine lace table clothes singed from his little electric outbursts. Lightening storm shows with him snuggled beside me.
Where will you keep him/her:
Everywhere as with my beautiful Marlow. They will be inseparable.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Yes I would love for him to breed.
Any Quirks:
Bites my Linen, Stalks shadows, Sings to the lightening in storms ( mind you I think it responds some days)
Other:
A storm raged around my small dwelling. The garden torched and sparked at. My beautiful rose garden turned to a mess across my now dirt and mud lawn. The few gnomes that sat around my garden path were now shattered and strewn across the mud. I wanted to cry but knew it would be pointless as I would simply have to clean up and cry more. I noticed Marlow seemed annoyed and worried as he sat near the back door. His tail curled around him as he shuddered in fear of the crashing sounds but yet he sat vigilantly there for hours. He whined every few moments and looked at me with sad eyes. I knew he felt the presence of another Rune dragon but for the life of me was not allowing my baby to leave the house. I was already scared we would be blown away. I walked to the door and touched it and looked to Marlow. Shaking my head I picked him up and told him we would search in the morning. Immediately as if Marlow had spoken to me my mind said it could be too late. Sighing I resigned to sitting by candlelight in the living room looking through old books and my journal of my studies on Marlow. His eating habits had always intrigued me and yet these brought me no comfort not even the small sketches of Marlow hiding in the crackers box made me smile. My mind could only think of Marlow and his long face that was in front of me. I sighed and stood up. Taking my leather coat and hat I opened the door. Looking out I noticed nothing but darkness but if this is what made Marlow happy then we would search in the storm for his new found friend. Marlow happily climbed to my shoulder and nuzzled my cheek. For a little dragon he was heavy. But I always took into account his eating habits and decided to put him on a diet. He was getting a little too heavy. As if he heard its call he shrieked back into the night and nudged my neck to make me move forward into the stinging rain and slashing winds. I was already petrified of Lightening but to be out in a storm with a strike every second made me want to faint. I trudged on following Marlow's little nudges and sways. My eyes stingy and hurting. I noticed Marlow seemed to be in much the state I was. His little golden eyes barely slits and his ears twitching in the rain. He ruffled himself a few times and nuzzled closer to me. I sighed and longed for the fire in the house and not the dark and cold rain. A flash of lightening hit the ground naught but a metre from us and scared us both. Marlow gave a screech like a banshee as it hit. I fell backwards from the sound and landed in a pile of fresh mud. Growling to the skies I tried getting up only to be pushed back down by Marlow sitting on my chest. His feathers ruffled and he seemed bigger. I wondered what was wrong and tried looking past him to the darkness beyond. Seeing nothing I shrugged and tried moving him. He grumbled and fluffed himself more. Sighing I waited and watched him being protective. Suddenly I noticed it about three feet from where I was laying. Marlow shrieked and I heard a ear splitting strike sound. I felt almost like a bolt had hit the ground neck to my ear. I wondered why and soon found out. A small bundle waddled its way towards us and nudged my booted foot with its beak. Marlow growled and fluffed more and waddled down towards it. I couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape my freezing lips. He was such an adorable little thing. This made me feel slightly warmer then remembering the other Dragon I sat as Marlow was at my knee now. Still fluffing and acting like a macho rooster. I waited for the lightening to strike and noticed the poor things wing was limp. I prayed that it was broken or worse shattered. I feared I would need to visit Bena for a repair on the little guy and had heard it to be stressful. I knew it was no fault of Bena's but simply the dragon's attitude. Smiling softly I reached my hand out slowly shaking from not only the cold but also the fear and excitement of a new Rune dragon and off all places for it to appear was my garden. So many things ran through my mind as I watched it reach its nose towards my hands. Marlow screeched softer then before and then trilled happily. He waddled down towards the new Dragon and trilled again. A resounding trill returned his own and the little dragon licked at my hand. I crinkled my nose as its tongue even though my hands were gloved felt odd. I still had yet to be used to Marlow's kisses. Watching silently Marlow nudged at the poor things wing and then whined to me. I smiled and looked to it. Reaching out my hands I spoke softly my voice low yet it heard. It nudged my hand then trilled and purred slightly. I smiled and tickled under its chin. It made an almost giggle noise which I had heard Marlow make. I smiled and let both of my hands drop to the ground in front offering it a safe passage inside the house. It hobbled and slide itself onto my hands and I almost wanted to cry. The poor thing was in pain and luckily I had th fortune of having a pain killing herb in the now desecrated garden. I growled inwardly at the mess as yet another lightening struck my yard. This one was far too close for comfort. I rushed inside with the new Dragon clutched safely in my hands and Marlow riding in the hood of my coat. It was his favourite place to go. I set the Rune dragon on the table and looked him over trying to determine his rune. Luckily for me he looked so similar to a lightening strike. His colours muddied by the ground and his eyes dulled from the pain. Smiling to him I took out a towel and began drying his uninjured self. I looked over his wing and hoped it was not broken. Marlow had moved now from the coat hood to the table and was examining the Dragon himself. I was happy he was so friendly. The little Dragon puffed himself up now and trilled at Marlow who trilled back happily. Moving to the small apothecary I had set up I selected my dried White willow bark and poured some hot water into a small bowl. Placing the Willow inside I watched the two dragon's interact. It was like brothers and it made me smile. Marlow had grown increasingly lonely these past days as my time with him was growing thin. With spring fast approaching I needed to plant certain vegetables and herbs to get me through. So my time was in the garden. Marlow preferred the indoors with my dusty tomes and thin leather bound journals. I felt at ease around the little lightening dragon and he seemed fine around us. After I let the willow stew for a moment in the water I removed it and placed the warm bowl in front of the rune. Marlow watched with intrigue as if studying him. Suddenly Marlow was off across the floor scurrying like a mad hen. I giggled and watched as he brought the little one a sock of mine that I had lost many moons ago. I looked to Marlow who gave me a look my treasure face. I laughed and the lightening rune shuddered as it was a little loud. I hushed him and smoothed his feathers. Smiling I looked to Marlow who had hopped up the chair to the table and began laying the sock over the Rune. I wanted to cry with happiness at little Marlow's kindness. It struck me as strange but I loved it none the less. The small one wouldn’t drink his tea so I tapped the bowl and Marlow quickly waddled over and lapped at it. After seeing another Rune drink the tea the small one drank it with little sips at a time. I smiled and then moved to the armchair in front of the kitchen fire. Pulling off my wet boots and soaking socks I laughed as Marlow tried coaxing the little rune to come sit. Ruffling my hair and lay back with my eyes shut and let the fire warm my toes. I felt Marlow familiar weight climbing up my leg and then sitting up on my lap. Then a smaller weight climbed and I felt both of the Runes nuzzle together. I peeked only for a second and watched as Marlow became all big brotherly on the smaller one. I was happier now then ever. Marlow had a friend and as did I. I was unsure of its sex so I simply named it Kibatsu a Japanese word for Striking. Because now in the colour of the fire and random lightening strikes he was very striking. Even now the lightening did not bother me. Nor the storm just that we all were safe and dry. Both had fallen asleep and were purring quietly. The soft rumbled slowly but surely transported me to the land of dreams....