.:Username:.
Drealof
.:Dragons Name:.
Male
.:Gender:.
Cider- for obvious apple-related reasons ^^
.:Personality:.
Cider is a trickster. He is vain and arrogant. But, he has a good heart. Cider grew up being complemented constantly on his grace, beauty, and wit; this formed him into the kind of person who thinks very high of himself, and everything he does as well. However, although he does enjoy pranking others, outwitting them with his charms and knowledge (and wit, of course), he does have a good heart. Cider never intentionally harms people's feelings or physical selves. Cider's pranks are always in good fun, although he does occasionally cross the line. No, the issue with Cider is his vanity. He has lost many friends due to this, and sees this as a fault within himself. Cider quietly resents his naturally ingrained sense of worth; he blames this, rather than his lack of self control and censoring, for his lost friends. Ironically, this is why the problem of his vanity could never be fixed; he goes about it in a completely vain way! "Oh, it's not my fault! But that one side of me, I just can't control it!" Cider would say. Or, perhaps," But it isn't my fault for being so, quote on quote, vain! I was blessed with beauty and wit, raised with complements, and what? Now you tell me to be silent? I must share these gifts, or so many had called them before now," would be a more in character response.
.:Short story:.
The apple blossoms had started to fall by the time Cider crawled out from a knot in the tree. It was an hour before sunset, the golden rays already turning a dusty orange when the dragon emerged. He smiled to himself, prepared for his final flight of the day. It was like Cider to only venture from his tree during this time- the beautiful array of colors blended with him, shielding him from predator's view, if only momentarily. The small dragon stretched, taking in a gust of air, and started to walk. Cider padded down the large branch in front of him, moving at a carefree and quick pace, towards the end. His tail swished from side to side to help keep balance, not that the skilled and vain little dragon needed any help. He had reached the end, looked up at the setting sun, and jumped. It wasn't anything dramatic or terrifying, rather, a daily occurrence with still performed with the same sense of wonder. Although vain, Cider did appreciate the ability to fly; if anything, Cider looked at how skilled his flying was and added it to the list of great attributes he apparently possessed. He flapped his small wings, creating a steady uplift, and flew above the tree, far into the flaming sky. 'I have time,' Cider thought to himself when spotting a small fruit bush below him. Cider flew down at a leisurely pace, almost floating down it seemed, and landed on the grass. The bush was full of glistening red strawberries, the domesticated variety. Of course, Cider ate one on the spot. Cider would be lucky to find more strawberries like this anytime soon, thus Cider made a plan to carry two of the strawberries home. This is a feat destined for failure, such a small dragon could not fly properly with those giant strawberries! But, being the vain dragon he was, Cider thought himself strong enough to accomplish this. (Now, I will back track to the location of this strawberry bush- it was in front of a house) And so, the little dragon gathered his strength and plucked the two strawberries off of the bush. Cider took a labored breath and flapped, reaching remarkably good heights for a weighed down dragon. A sudden gust of wind took him off guard, not a problem if he wasn't carrying two strawberries half his size, and sent him spiraling down onto the house's porch. Here, a young woman was having a brew of her favorite tea(Strawberry Misaki) when the little dragon plopped into her tea-cup. He dropped the strawberries, one having plopped into the tea alongside Cider, the other having fallen into the young woman's lap, and popped his head up from inside the tea-cup's delicious waters. He looked straight at the girl, she looking straight at him, and smiled. She offered a finger, of which he kindly grabbed hold of, and lifted him out. This is the day Cider met the human, Drea.
(499 words)
Drealof
.:Dragons Name:.
Male
.:Gender:.
Cider- for obvious apple-related reasons ^^
.:Personality:.
Cider is a trickster. He is vain and arrogant. But, he has a good heart. Cider grew up being complemented constantly on his grace, beauty, and wit; this formed him into the kind of person who thinks very high of himself, and everything he does as well. However, although he does enjoy pranking others, outwitting them with his charms and knowledge (and wit, of course), he does have a good heart. Cider never intentionally harms people's feelings or physical selves. Cider's pranks are always in good fun, although he does occasionally cross the line. No, the issue with Cider is his vanity. He has lost many friends due to this, and sees this as a fault within himself. Cider quietly resents his naturally ingrained sense of worth; he blames this, rather than his lack of self control and censoring, for his lost friends. Ironically, this is why the problem of his vanity could never be fixed; he goes about it in a completely vain way! "Oh, it's not my fault! But that one side of me, I just can't control it!" Cider would say. Or, perhaps," But it isn't my fault for being so, quote on quote, vain! I was blessed with beauty and wit, raised with complements, and what? Now you tell me to be silent? I must share these gifts, or so many had called them before now," would be a more in character response.
.:Short story:.
The apple blossoms had started to fall by the time Cider crawled out from a knot in the tree. It was an hour before sunset, the golden rays already turning a dusty orange when the dragon emerged. He smiled to himself, prepared for his final flight of the day. It was like Cider to only venture from his tree during this time- the beautiful array of colors blended with him, shielding him from predator's view, if only momentarily. The small dragon stretched, taking in a gust of air, and started to walk. Cider padded down the large branch in front of him, moving at a carefree and quick pace, towards the end. His tail swished from side to side to help keep balance, not that the skilled and vain little dragon needed any help. He had reached the end, looked up at the setting sun, and jumped. It wasn't anything dramatic or terrifying, rather, a daily occurrence with still performed with the same sense of wonder. Although vain, Cider did appreciate the ability to fly; if anything, Cider looked at how skilled his flying was and added it to the list of great attributes he apparently possessed. He flapped his small wings, creating a steady uplift, and flew above the tree, far into the flaming sky. 'I have time,' Cider thought to himself when spotting a small fruit bush below him. Cider flew down at a leisurely pace, almost floating down it seemed, and landed on the grass. The bush was full of glistening red strawberries, the domesticated variety. Of course, Cider ate one on the spot. Cider would be lucky to find more strawberries like this anytime soon, thus Cider made a plan to carry two of the strawberries home. This is a feat destined for failure, such a small dragon could not fly properly with those giant strawberries! But, being the vain dragon he was, Cider thought himself strong enough to accomplish this. (Now, I will back track to the location of this strawberry bush- it was in front of a house) And so, the little dragon gathered his strength and plucked the two strawberries off of the bush. Cider took a labored breath and flapped, reaching remarkably good heights for a weighed down dragon. A sudden gust of wind took him off guard, not a problem if he wasn't carrying two strawberries half his size, and sent him spiraling down onto the house's porch. Here, a young woman was having a brew of her favorite tea(Strawberry Misaki) when the little dragon plopped into her tea-cup. He dropped the strawberries, one having plopped into the tea alongside Cider, the other having fallen into the young woman's lap, and popped his head up from inside the tea-cup's delicious waters. He looked straight at the girl, she looking straight at him, and smiled. She offered a finger, of which he kindly grabbed hold of, and lifted him out. This is the day Cider met the human, Drea.
(499 words)
