When sleeping this little dragon curls up into a green ball placing it's big flower on top of it making it difficult to see amongts the other flowers. It lives mostly on the ground as it's big flower cripples it's ability to fly by making landings and lift of very straining
Based on this flower: http://atlanta-acupuncture.net/blog/wp- ... rdenia.jpg
Congratulations to qwertypi who is now the new owner of this dragon!
qwertypi303 wrote:*little scream* you took my suggestion! This is beautiful!
Username:
qwertypi303
Dragons name:
Blanchefleur, meaning white flower. he thinks it sounds too girly though, and he usually referrs to himself as Blanch. (It's funny, because blanch means to turn pale, and that can happen because of fear...)
Gender:
Accually, male! he seems a bit embarrased by his huge flower though...
Personality:
.:Shy:.
Blanch's large flower makes him very easy to spot, so he tends to stick to the shadows and never poke his nose into anyone else's buisness. He is very introverted, and speaks very quietly, if at all. He also is embarassed when others look at his flower, which is absolutley stunning, but it makes him appear more feminine. He thinks that making himself as small, and unoticable as possible will help him, and it does, but the poor thing never goes out of his comfort zone anymore....
.:Stubborn:.
Blanch sets his mind to one thing, and doesn't budge from it. When he has too, he uses his giant flower as a weight to make sure none of the other dragons tries to drag him away. He can even bite or scratch, and tries his hardest to struggle whenever something ever manages to drag him away.
.:Intellegent:.
Blanch has to be smart and quick witted to live on the ground. Most teacup dragons can find a safe refuge if they fly, but unfortunatley, it takes too much effort for Blanch to fly, and that energy is reserved for only the most dire situations. So, Blanch somehow manages to hide that big, bright white flower of his. Somehow....
Short story about this dragon in some kind of danger (600 word maximum):
Blanch stood on his hind legs, sniffing the air, he turned his head quickly from side to side, and darted under a nearby fern. He cautiously nibbled at it while his eyes darted back and forth. Of couse, all this caution was not called for, as nothing seemed wrong. Blanch glanced at his home. He had made it under a gardenia bush, and one had to crawl or climb through/under the lower branches of the bush to get to the den entrance.
Blanch decided that he would venture a bit further, and soon began nibbling juniper berries. Suddenly, an odd scent hit his nose. It was the smell of meat, a rare treat in the forest. The closest that a teacup dragon could get in the forest were small fish, and they were hardly worth the effort it took to catch them. Mice also came along, but most were pretty big, and they had teeth that were a bit too big for comfort. Blanch thought for a little bit, then he slithered off through the grass towards the smell. What he did not notice however, was the musky scent that was also in the air, and also coming from the direction of the meat...
Blanch poked his head out of a bush, and looked into the clearing. A slain elk was lying there, and a dark, humped, furry, large shape was busily knawing at it. The wolverine glanced up, and it's hard, cold eyes sent chills down Blanch's spine. Blanch retreated into the bush, turned, and his legs pumping, fled in the direction of his nest. The wolverine, growled, and gave pursuit. Its long legs covered the ground faster, and the wolverine soon cut off Blanch from his nest. Blanch skidded to a stop, and tripped over a rock, tumbling heads over heels, to lie flat on his stomach, about 5 humans sized steps from the wolverine.
Blanch's mind clouded in terror, and he couldn't think at all. All he did was panic, looking around frantically, while the wolverine slowly approached its prey. Clouded by panic, in a desparate attempt to save himself, Blanch scrambled for a tree. His claws slipped on the lichen and leaves covering the forest floor, but out of pure terror, Blanch kept going. The wolverine was close by now, and picking up its pace as Blanch scrambled away. He heaved himself onto a tree root, and wrapped his front claws around a low branch, scrambling and kicking with his hind legs, dragging his heavy tail up onto the branch. Blanch panted, and reached up again, sinking his claws into the soft bark. A wave of hot, warm breath washed over him, and Blanch even opened his wings and beat the air with them.
When Blanch finally reached the last, thin branch on the tree, h sat there wide-eyed with terror, staring down into the branches. After a long time, his mind cleared, and Blanch cautiously dropped down a little, eyeing the leaves and thicker branches warily. The wolverine had gone, but it had left deep claw-marks in the tree bark. Blanch scurried into his nest, and curled up into a tight ball, and would only come out after more than 48 hours had passed.
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