[Benathorn]

"The Story of the Rune and it's Journey"

"I have now come the the Nomads Deserts whose sands glisten in the sun like waves of amber and lands untouched by few. It is very hot here and I must admit the heat is getting to me even though the landscape is gorgeous. At night the skies are black whilst the stars shine in soft glows of white on it's velvety canvas. I have come here in search of a very secretive Rune Dragon that is known by a few names such as Vagabond or Endless Journey. These runes are very difficult to find but when one finds it the rune welcomes them as if they were a long lost friend that they have not seen in ages. I was able to catch a glimpse of one last night as it flew elegantly through the skies like a slow moving shooting star, ever a drift above the golden sea of sands. I noted that this rune wore a red silk scarf and turban, perhaps to help shield it from the suns rays, as it crossed the deserts in self contemplation and at peace with what it's journey has to offer. This solitary creature takes comfort in another's presence since it must be quite lonely on those dunes. I have even caught a few glimpses of two Journey Runes traveling together as one and riding the sand's waves as the winds carried them across ,like surfers on water. They seem to be happier in pairs and will make a sweet melodies chime, as if in calling to see if another rune is nearby. The sounds they make echo in the night and almost invoke a sense of sadness and longing but with such beauty. While also carrying the tune as if to say 'I'm here, come find me.' Truly a remarkable rune and one to be in awe of."

This Rune was inspired by the PS3 game "Journey" a wonderful game that inspires much with a single journey and a great relief in my time of need. It is the newest adoptable available and judging will take place May 22. Enjoy~

~Adoption Papers~

Owner:
Ƭнɛ Ĵσκɛя
Rune Name:
Alchem
Gender:
Male
Breedable:
No

[Ashenjay]

What a handsome boy <3 I love his ribbon, his hood, and his unique, black coloring which contrats with his elaborant clothing <3 like always, great job Bena~ C: Hmm, I should be thinking of an idea for this week... >:3 Bubbles?

[jpano96]

Owner Name:
jpano96
Name:
Savannah
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Savannah enjoys the company of others and is never really in a bad mood. Shes more content where see is and how she lives her life, never taking anything for granted. She likes the freedom of what life gives her, but when she can't get it she will usually play with βράχος or myself. Shes very playful, usually the first to try and play. (WIP)
Why do you wish to have him/her:
The designs on the Rune was eye capturing :3 I also wanted a friend for my rocky Rune βράχος ^^
Where will you keep him/her:
I'll try to keep her in my signature.
Would you like to breed him/her in the future:
Yes
Any Quirks:
WIP
Other:
I brush my hair to the side, sighing from the sun that beats down mercilessly. I could see Savannah walking across the sands, calling for one of her own kind in her sweet melodic tone. Suddenly, she stops and looks to the distance. Has a Journey rune found her? I sit up anxiously, curious as to what she is looking at. Instead of seeing a red hooded rune, i see a rocky figure hurling them self at Savannah. βράχος and Savannah roll down the sand dune and i rush out of my tent. Savannah is nipping at him playfully and i smile as i walk towards them. They stop rolling at the end of the sand dune and i put a hand on my hip, they stop instantly. I tilt my head, gesturing them to the tent. Savannah hops off of βράχος and follows me, taking small hops to keep up. I hold the flap of the tent open for both of them as they hop in and i smile, their playful antics always lifting my spirits in the desert heat. We sleep, Savannah and βράχος cuddled beside me. Not two hours later, i hear the melodic tune of a Journey Rune not two yards away from my tent as i wake. Savannah is already gone and βράχος is cuddled beside me, looking out the tent. I push the flap to view the what was happening and i see Savannah singing along with another Journey Rune, their voices blending to one beautiful song. I look to them, entranced by their song, but as soon as they are done the journey rune slowly lifts in the sky and flies off, leaving me to stare after it before feeling a nudge on my knee. I look down to see Savannah looking happily up at me and a purr emanating from her body, strong enough to shake her body. I smile and take her into the tent, setting her down on a red robe which she falls asleep instantly on. I dream the words of the song they sang, but it didn't compare to the beautiful sound i will be searching for tomorrow.

[wajas]

Owner Name:
wajas
Name:
Alzahkma
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, this guy is AMAZING!

[Mysty Fox]

Owner Name:
Mysty Fox
Name:
Viator
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Bold and brash, Viator loves life. He takes chances and enjoys every second he can. He is loyal, and very social. He loves sharing stories (with other Rune Dragons) of his adventures and bringing others with him on his adventures. But he doesn't like being alone for great stretches of time, and can become desperate for companionship.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
He is a striking and bold little creature. Everything about him seems to whisper "Come, fly with me. Look at the adventures we will have!"
Where will you keep him/her:
A character thread I am currently building. :3
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Possibly.
Any Quirks:
Viator has to sleep close to another being, whether that is another Rune Dragon or human. Sleeping alone is almost immpossible for him, and while traveling alone can be exciting, he prefers to share his journey with others.
Other:
The winds blew in like a sudden storm, swirling the sands about like glittering diamond shards, until sight was no longer possible. The sand storm had begun. Fear siezed me, as this was my first encounter with one, and I crouched beside my camel, the beast groaning as I huddled close to it's tough hide.

I had known these storms were common out here in this vast sea of sand, but I hadn't expected one so soon.Fingers trembling I clung to my beast of burden, praying I'd live to see the rest of my journey. The storm seemed to last for hours, howling and screaming around us, burying the camel and I. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and I clung to the saddle of my camel as it stood, shaking away the sand.

Gingerly I set my feet to the ground, and started to shake the sand from my clothes, grateful the merchant had sold me the face and head shroud. It was as I wriggled the sand out of my clothes I spotted it.

A small black dot had appeared in my line of vision, and as I shielded my eyes from the blazing sun I could see whatever it was, was coming closer. Until at least its features were clear for me to see. Black as night, crimson and glittering gold, the small dragon type creature sat on the sands in front of me. A soft pale white glow seemed to emante from it's tail and whig, and I could only feel joy at it's presence.

But my mouth and brain didn't understand the feeling in my heart, and I squawked, "What?!" The dragon tilted it's head, silver eyes piercing me. As it's gaze held mine I felt a calm feeling wash over me, and I sudden;y wanted to continue on my journey, with this little creature at my side.

"Well come on then..." I frowned, trying to picture the name the little guy could possibly want, until it hit me. "Viator*." The little dragon seemed to grin and with the grace of a cat landed on the back of my camel. I laughed and had the camel kneel so I could mount it. "Onward then." I said happily as the camel stood and started plodding further into the desert.

** Viator is latin, for Traveler.

[zacherie]

Owner Name:
soulBridge.
Name:
Kovorea
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Kovorea is a rather secretive Rune Dragon. She knows the secrets of the desert and the sky. She knows many secrets that should never be spoken of. Therefore, she keeps them to herself and avoids these topics at all costs. If someone curious asks her of such "nonsense," as she says (mostly to make them think it's just whatever), she either stays quiet or replies with something that makes no sense. As more and more dragons started becoming curious and nosey, she started becoming a bit more secretive and suspicious. Now, she will not speak at all about such topics. Anyone who inquires about these topics will recieve a curt reply.
Kovorea is also rather rude. When she was younger, she used to be quite friendly and energetic. However, she gained knowledge. And one day, she gained knowledge about something that should never be spoken of. Little by little, others asked her what she found out. At first, she tried to greet the unpleasant talk with friendliness. However, as others became more rude and nosey, she became rude and curt when replying. Now, she's curt and rude most of the time. Well, you can't really blame her, can you?

WIP~
Why do you wish to have him/her:
WIP~
Where will you keep him/her:
WIP~
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Maybe...? I don't know. Could.
Any Quirks:
WIP~
Other:
It's a WIP~

[Fawkes-Rinzler]

Owner Name:
Ƭнɛ Ĵσκɛя

Name:
Alchem

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Alchem is an enigmatic figure who keeps to himself no matter what. He is often very cryptic and cynical, and the only thing that keeps people from calling him insane is the fact that he is to quiet to be crazy. He often journeys alone in the desert, as the desert is his home in more ways than one. While it is home to his body, it is also home to his soul, and that is what truly matters. Alchem finds many personalities hard to be around, but when he finds a personality he can be around, he becomes very close to that person or dragon.

Alchem isn't very close to his family, as they were killed when he was very little. Since their deaths, Alchem has a habit of blaming himself for everything that goes wrong that in some way effects him. This is because Alchem was told most of his life that everything he did wrong could have been avoided. As Alchem was raised by whomever was nearby at the time, Alchem doesn't have a close relationship to anyone from his childhood. However, Alchem likes it like that, as he doesn't like thinking of his past. The closer one gets to finding out the truth of his past, the more cryptic and cynical Alchem gets. This is a defense mechanism.

Alchem is very quiet around large groups, as he is social phobic. Alchem's body physically responds to the mental stress by getting asthma, temporarily losing his sight, or even going to drastic measures such as fainting. Therefor, Alchem often avoids situations that put him into that level of stress.

Why do you wish to have him/her:
This Rune Dragon is very handsome, and I would love to write story after story about him. He reminds me of a desert wanderer who is searching for the unfindable, but I want to help him on his adventure!

Where will you keep him/her:
In my signature, and maybe in an RP

Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
No thank you.

Any Quirks:
Alchem has a few curious quirks, one is an addiction to type of liquid he calls Arkin. The smoking, fizzing potion is cobolt with crimson streaks. It smells like vomit and blueberries, but tastes like candy. Alchem drinks it all the time, because it keeps him from suffering from sun stroke. However, even at night Alchem will drink it. It has become an addiction of his.

Another quirk Alchem's first response to a new situation. Alchem will become very high strung and will not allow anyone to touch him.

One of his oddest quirks, however, is his desire for contact. While he will never initiate it, Alchem enjoys physical contact with another dragon, because it makes him feel loved.

Other:
Chapter 1

Alchem looked out over the dark desert with a feeling of deep foreboding. The Sands of Ku’kran weren’t normally this quiet, and when they were, caravans would often go missing. Ku’kran was not hospitable to those it did not know of. Even though most of this caravan was experienced in traveling this desert, there were enough tourists that most of the experienced caravan farers were wary.

Alchem removed the cap from his canteen and downed the fowl smelling content, smiling at the taste. So what if Arkin smelled like vomit, it was the taste that the enigmatic drifter cared about. The sweet, sugary taste eased Alchem’s worry, but not by much.

Turning back to the temporary camp that the caravan had created, Alchem couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly insignificant. Turning back to the desert, Alchem noted that the Lunar Triad, the title of the three moons that orbited Scyra, was in a triangular formation that night. It was rare for the three celestial bodies to be in such a perfect formation, but there it was, right before Alchem’s eyes.

“It must be a very special night in the Drajoshi calender,” Alchem thought to himself. He was quicky brought out of his musing, however, by the softened sound of feet padding against the ground, nearing the quiet figure. Any other Ku’kranian would have missed the noise, but being a resident of the desert for over twenty years, Alchem was well versed in reading the desert’s subtle noises.

Turning to find the source of the noise, Alchem saw a young girl walking toward him. Were this any other night, Alchem would not have regarded her. However, with the Lunar Triad in the form that it was, and the desert restless as it was, Alchem thought it wise to acknowledge the girl.

“Is there something you require, little sister?” Alchem asked, drawing his crimson cloak around him.

“Yes, Master Vagrant, I was hoping you could tell me the significance of this night to the Drajoshi,” She said, her voice small. By the time the girl finished her sentence, she was close enough for Alchem to get a good look at her. She stood about two feet shorter than he, and her pale coloring told Alchem that she was no desert resident.

“I fear I am not of the Drajoshi mysteries,” Alchem said, bringing himself down to her level, “I am of the Bal’tari cult.”

The girl’s icy eyes widened and she bowed her head. Bal’tari cultists were known for the merciless nature, as well as it being a religion shared by some of the most high ranking nobles.

“Forgive me, Master Vagrant, I did not know. As most of your fellow caravan masters were of the Drajoshi religion, I made a natural assumption that you, as well, were of that class. I was foolish to have made this association,” She got down on her knees and Alchem suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of dread that the girl would start groveling.


Fast as the Mi’tari winds, Alchem swooped the girl up and into his arms, “I am of the Bal’tari cult, but not of that cast,” Gently, Alchem set the girl down, “Now then, little sister, what is it that they call you?”

“Vitri, Lord,” She said softly, staring into the yellow eyes that glowed with a magical light, “Might I be permitted to learn what they call you?”


“I am known as Alchem amongst this caravan, but I have been called by several names, depending on which Caravan I am with,” Alchem said, looking back at the moons. Forehead furrowing, Alchem looked at Vitri, who had taken her place next to him, “Of which religion are you, Vitri?”

“Kaljaedem, Alchem of Ku’kran,” Vitri said, bowing her head when she spoke the revered name of the religion. It was a custom amongst the Kaljaedem to bow their head in respect for their religions name, a custom Alchem was familiar with, but uncomfortable with as well. The Kaljaedem were very submissive in their actions, which was a sharp contrast to the Bal’tari cultists, who were very aggressive and dominant in their actions.

Alchem felt his bottom lip curl down as the Fai’tari winds picked up. Swearing under his breath, Alchem turned around and began to trek back to the camp, a twenty minute journey if one was swift. Vitri stumbled after her taller, darker companion.

“What ails you, Alchem of Bal’tari?” Vitri called out over the winds.

“A sandstorm comes,” Alchem snarled, long legs allowing him to cover much more distance than his smaller companion. Swearing to himself, Alchem turned around, crimson cloak twisting in the wind, and picked up Vitri. The wind’s howl had become so loud, it was fruitless to speak to the girl, so Alchem chose to simply cover Vitri with his cloak as best as he could, and picked up his speed into a run. The sand was beginning to fly faster and faster, and Alchem was suddenly faced with the option that he wouldn’t make it back to camp in time. Turning to the horizon, Alchem saw a large sand storm flying their way, moving fast.

The dark wanderer tried to pick up his speed even more, but the wind blowing against his side was making it difficult to keep up the pace. They were very close now, so close that the caravan master was waving at them to hurry. Just as the sand storm over took the camp, Alchem, while still holding Vitri, dove into the first tent they were near.

“It is a good thing that you made it, Alchem. If you were caught in that sandstorm, we would not be so lucky. I am surprised you could not sense it coming, though,” the Caravan Master, known as Bardok said, making room for the two newcomers. He, his wife, and two young children were all sharing the large tent, but making room for two more would be difficult.

“Ku’kran is distressed. She kept me from learning this fact,” Alchem said, letting go of Vitri and shaking off his cloak.

“Yes,” Bardok said, handing the two newcomers bowls of soup, “But, being apart of the Bal’tari cult, which is a cult based around winds, I would have expected at least a little forewarning, even if Ku’kran kept things from you. The desert is strong, but the winds are far stronger.”

Alchem shrugged, “I fear I have no answer, Bardok. I hope your wife will not mind our company for the night.”

Bardok shrugged, “Lyresa is a desert-wife. She shares what she has.”

Almost as though on cue, Lyressa came forward and handed Vitri and Alchem blankets, “I would give you more if I had it, but I fear I do not. You will make do with what you have, Alchem?”

Alchem nodded, “Vitri,” He said suddenly, turning to face the girl, “Will your parents be worried for you?”

Vitri shook her head, “My family is on the other side of the desert, in Ku’kran’s Hidden City. I travel with no one, save the Caravan itself.”

Bardok’s eyes widened, “The rules of the caravan are that all minors are to travel with adults.”

Vitri looked distressed, “Please, Caravan master, my family is poor, and they had no money for two tickets! I was to visit my grandmother once before she passed away, to retrieve a vial. My family only had money to pay for one two-way ticket! Please, do not send me back to Fathra!”

Bardok sighed, “We cannot send you back now, as we are to close to The Hidden City. However, you will remain with an adult from now on. Alchem?”

Alchem bowed his head, “Yes, Bardok?”

“You are to watch over the girl until we reach The Hidden City. See to it that she is kept safe.”

Alchem bowed his head again, “Yes, sir. I shall do as you ask.”

Bardok looked over to his wife, who had fallen asleep near the children, “We should rest. If the sand storm is over by tomorrow, then we won’t want to miss a day simply because we expected a two day storm.”

Alchem nodded and laid out his blanket, Vitri followed suit.

“Ancestors watch you,” Bardok called out before blowing out the candles that kept the tent lit.

“Ancestors watch you, too,” Alchem whispered.

[Kodak-Problem?]

Owner Name:
Kodak-Problem?
Name:
Firdaus(means 'paradise' in Arabic...)
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Usual quite calm and serene,this little rune dragon seems to have the wisdom of his ancestors. Even though he's quiet,he can be energetic,elegantly swooping over the dunes of sand,leaving behind anyone who was traveling,or attempting to travel,with him. He takes great pride in his posture and to the upmost expense to keep well rested. He seems to have much experience in traveling,often seen gazing up thoughtfully at the stars in the night sky,almost using them as a map. He does like to be left alone,sitting quietly,contemplating the day's events usually. Inquisitive and a little presumptuous,he's not afraid of hopping on your head and bothering you until he gets what he wants. He will steal though,so be watchful,you may not notice until you stumble upon a little stash of hidden treasures,necklaces,earrings,bracelets,watches,coins,even a spectacle,it runs in his blood to love and seek out shiny and stunning treasures.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
Well,its beautiful robe for one thing,its eyes almost glittering up at the night sky. Its wonderful marking on his feathers,what a lovely rune dragon this is. What a wonderful and endearing character this will be,maybe I'll even use it in some of my semi-lit role-plays.
Where will you keep him/her:
Well,I don't have a character thread yet,I usual don't really ask for customs of my characters...but I'll definitely stick him in my signature,maybe I'll have to reorganize it to fit him in the center,maybe go fancy and find a desert theme.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Yes please
Any Quirks:
Well,like I mentioned before,he is persistent and will pester people until they give in,if they don't,he can be a little...aggressive. But not to worry,he is usually calm and collected,though he may steal some of your jewelry,he loves shiny things,exotic,fancy,shimmering,you name it,you'll wake up the next morning and 'boom',"Where did my ring go?",he loves to stash things and make a little nest.
Other:
This shall be my story of Frost(White hair that goes to her shoulders with stunning blue eyes,small frame,pale skin) and Laohe(Shoulder length black hair,vivid green eyes,lean yet sturdy build,tan skin;my characters),I suppose,and how they stumbled upon him...

Frost trudged through the tent and looked up warily at the sunrise over the sand dunes,she had gotten barely any sleep last night,considering the howls of the sandstorm that decided to unleash it's fury on their poor innocent tent. "Oh great"she complained,grimacing at the water sack,"I forgot to take this in..."she sighed,she could be rather forgetful. She bent down and picked up the brown,coarse sack that held,used to hold,their precious water. She tipped in and sloppy and thick mud plopped out,she grimaced,'And I thought mud back home was bad'she thought miserably. While she sulked,Laohe stumbled out of the ragged tent,his black hair frayed out in every direction. Frost turned and snickered slightly,putting her thumb to her lips to resist a sharp comment. Laohe saw this and frowned,furrowing his brow,he felt his hair and grumbled. Straitening it out he saw what remained of the water supply and gave Frost a glare. "You do realize you doomed us,right?"he asked sharply,Frost snorted,"You were here too"she argued back. He sighed and looked towards the direction they were supposed to head and frowned,Frost,meanwhile,wandered over to the tent,she stuck her head inside and scrunched her nose. Their tent was a mess,sleeping bags sprawled out,their journal and pens scattered about. She sighed and began cleaning,she put everything in a satchel and folded the tent,this took about half an hour,considering it was Frost. Laohe was sitting on their makeshift desk,he had packed up everything,but was studying a map that they found in their recent adventures. He sprang up and put it in his torn backpack,they both sighed in unison as they trudged through the bleak sand,they had their canteen,one canteen,they both took sips form it while wiping their brow with a tattered bandana. Frost looked up,she had been looking at the ground as a focus,her blue eyes widened as she spotted two dark figures. She shook Laohe,but he already saw,"No,you're not hallucinating"he assured her as the figures came closer. They both squinted,Laohe knew that they weren't that close to a town,even though they were traveling to one. The figures actually were smaller than expected,they were small rune dragons. Frost squealed while Laohe narrowed his eyes,"Oh! Look at them,that one even has a little hood! Oh!"Frost said giddily,Laohe gave her a look,"Right,don't scare them"he scolded the girl,she mumbled a apology and studied them. The hooded one,Firdaus,chirped and tilted his head,his silver eyes glittering with intelligence,the other,a yellow striped one,let out a loud 'caw' and flapped its wings unsurely,backing. Firdaus chirped and ruffled his feathers,as if challenging the other,the yellow striped remained quiet. Frost watched incredulously,"Wow"she murmured,Laohe rolled his eyes,Firdaus heard what she said and puffed out his chest a little. Laohe bent down,sweat dripping off his forehead,he wiped his forehead with the bandana,startling the yellow striped,it let out a trill and hopped away,spreading his wings and taking off,yet still lingering,waiting for Firdaus. Frost watched and knelt down too,reaching out her hand,her shimmering,blue ring that she almost always wore shone in the harsh sun,the sand burning her palms. Firdaus saw the 'treasure' that Frost had and hopped near her,his little ribbon on his robe waving with the welcomed breeze. He hopped on her arm,Frost froze,smiling lightly with the encounter of the elusive dragon. Firdaus bit her ring,and her finger accidentally,Frost yelped and yanked her arm back,blinking as sand flew in her eyes from the sudden movement. Firdaus let out an annoyed whining sound and spread his majestic wings,his eyes locked on Frost. Frost glared at the little dragon,"No"she scolded,though her eyes showed she didn't mean it. Firdaus persisted,leaping on her shoulder and tugging on a strand of her white hair,Frost frowned and patted the little dragon,unsure what to do. Laohe had watched and sighed,"I think he might have taken a fancy to your ring"he said,Frost's eyes widened with realization,"Oh~"she said almost dreamily,a light smile on her face,she took off her blue ring and held to the dragon. The dragon stood dumbfounded for a brief moment before snatching the rung and trilling with delight,he flew off Frost's shoulder and to his companion. The yellow striped twittered excitedly about the treasure and they began what seemed fighting. Laohe facepalmed while Frost frowned at the situation,she silently sulked,"Come,we must go to the town before night"Laohe spoke quickly,grabbing her hand,leaving the majestic yet greedy rune dragons,at least that's how Laohe viewed them. Frost trudged behind him,she examine her finger and sighed. 'Well,at least I hope I made them happy'she thought semi bitterly,semi satisfied. Night came sooner than expected,causing Frost and Laohe to set up camp not far form the town,Laohe muttered about that while Frost was still pondering about the dragons. In the night,something clashed with the tent,waking Frost and Laohe up with a start. Frost peeked outside sleepily,her eyes drooping,she nearly collapsed when she felt a weight on her head,she squealed,"Ah! Whatisit?!Whatisit!? What. Is. It!?"her hands flew up to her head and clasped onto warm cloth,a annoyed trill told Frost who it was,she grinned,"Laohe,look!"she said happily,Firdaus sat in her lap,looking up at her with clear,silver eyes. Laohe had to roll his eyes,but grinned anyway,"Uh huh,you sure did have a time with that one"he said,referring to her fit about what was on her head. She gave him a pout,"It could have been a snake"she argued,Firdaus suddenly leapt onto her shoulder,nibbling her ear,which was strange,because she didn't have earrings on. She squealed and patted him on the head,pushing back his hood of his robe. She cooed to Firdaus while Laohe facepalmed and grumbled about spoiling him. Frost stroked Firdaus's head with her index finger,humming softly,Laohe watched and had been silently coming up with a name,"How about Abel?"he suggested,Frost tilted her head,"I like Firdaus..."she said,completely brushing off Loahe's glare. Laohe contemplated and nodded,Firdaus chirped and hopped down,perching on the center of the map,his red robes shifting as he breathed softly,his eyes closing,his rune markings glowed softly.
(sorry if I mention he had black eyes,I fixed that,or at least tried to ^^' AND sorry for any weird little words,I'm on mobile and have autocorrect *facepalm*)

[Benathorn]

You have one day to complete your forms or get them in before judging takes place. I have seen some awesome forms already and it is great to see so many forms with such touching stories and personalities. ^_^

[.Secret.]

Okay with a little more than an hour to go I am going to try and complete this form... but with all the other awesome entries I got no idea how I am going to do it.

Owner Name:
leoaprd3
Name:
Siren
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Siren at worst is deceitful and a mean backstabber, at best she is strange and mysterious. She makes her life travelling the world as a tomb robber (though don't tell her I told you this... I don't even want to think about what would happen if you did), making fortunes off other peoples death's. The runes upon her scarf grant her many abilities, teleportation, transformation and a superior intellect are the most powerful. This lets her walk freely among us and the skill to complete tomb robberies in record time. She has a large sum of money upon her head, and as a result is known by many different names and forms. I would only hope that her evasive heart chooses me.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
Okay I have entered for the pheonix, and the okapi but out of ALL the rune dragons I've seen (even my custom) this is my favourite. I fell in love with her on first sight, (that sight was about 10 minutes ago) and I just rlly hope I get her.
Where will you keep him/her:
My sig my trade rules my threads every single place possible.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
Yes well your choice rlly!
Any Quirks:
Nope apart from having a mean atmosphere round her there isn't much else.
Other:
As Siren looked to the stars, she wished for a successful raid. Though many believed it she wasn't without a heart, and every night before a raid she would wish and hope that the souls heard her. Then she decended, into complete, and utter. Darkness.

Many traps were guarding that tomb, a snake pit, shrinking room, but they were all just obstacles to run over. The real prize was at the end, the grand chamber loomed before her. The gleam of the riches set within her eyes, this was successful tonight! The smell of victory wafting up her nostrils.

She set to work, gathering, clearing, and teleporting the gold and silver out of the enormous room. The last thing she remembered was a club swinging towards her face. The men chained her and held her captive. Running tests on her... as if she were a monkey! This was the most humiliating experience, robbed of her freedom and her riches. They. Will. Pay.

Her roar of agony brought her lab-coated captors to stare at her. Clawing, biting the bars of her cage, trying to squirm through thr cracks. Oh she hated them! She finally gave up and slouched down, but he gaze rested on her scarf. Her enchanted scarf. Picking it up between her teeth she used the last of her strength to teleport herself out of that horrid place. But she'll be back. Oh, she'll be back. For revenge.

Congratulations to whoever wins the beauty!!! You probably all deserve it! (Also excuse spelling errors I'm tired and I don't have time to correct it.)