[Pachoopi]

The 50th Pseudodragon is here! Marking/Reserving is fine, although please only do so if you're planning to enter.

'Twas whence he came
The beast, the Hunter
Eyes of purest sight, claws certainly not blunter.

He watches from beyond
His prey to be found
Will you be the prey?
Or will you be the Hunter?

To try out for him, you may create your own form - Anything goes, as long as it pertains to this Pseudodragon!
This contest is a longer one - You will have until February 1st to complete your forms. Have fun~!

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Darkness. Darkness and rain. You pull your jacket tighter around yourself and shiver violently. The rain is pouring through the canopy of the forest and a full moon is hiding behind the mask of clouds. You are blinded by the onslaught of the tiny water warriors. There is something peeking between the wooden towers. What is that? A light? Shelter? In the middle of nowhere? You dismiss the last question as your instinct for survival overpowers your common sense. You trudge on ahead and quicken your pace, yearning for warmth and cover from the flood of rainfall. A cabin? Light, glorious honey colored light is streaming through the windows. You run against the door and pound your fists against the wooden barrier. You hear footsteps and blink your eyes violently as the door is opened to reveal... A young girl? She smiles kindly and beckons you in out of the rain. She does not say a word. You look around the room. It is surprisingly bare, with just a few furnishings. The girl nods softly to you as she turns and sits down in a chair in the far corner, where she picks up a thick sketchbook and continues to write in the tome."Do not mind her" Startled you search for the sound of the voice. "She's just here to... 'Document' everything". You still search for the sound when your eyes fall upon a 12-inch long, lizard like creature as it steps out of a shadowed corner. Half of his face is obscured and you can't exactly make it out. Its voice is low and soothing. "You are here to learn my story are you not?" You shrug slightly and take a seat as the reptilian creature jumps up onto one of the windowsills. "Let me start with the basics..."

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"The girl in the corner
is known as Polaris. She
welcomes you to this
place, where you may
learn of my story....
She... Documents my
life in a sense. She
excels in art while her
writing skills are a little
lacking."

****

"I am known as Jaeger.
The name is pronounced
Yay-grr. I believe it is
German for 'hunter'.
How fitting. I am male
in the species of Pseudodragon,
maybe you have heard of us?"

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I was, at one point, a lone soul in a melting pot of fellow Pseudos. Generations upon generations of vagabond Pseudodragons lived in harmony in caves along a deep and mystical lake. There were of course the occasional threats, like predators, rivaling tribes, and the like, but for the most part we were rather carefree. My father was the chieftain of our group, and with our mother they bore myself and my twin brother. It is the law of the tribes, that when the current monarch is either to old or unfit to rule, a the chiefs heir may challenge him to a fight. Neither are to be killed. Whoever wins will either step up into the role as ruler, or continue ruling, depending on who won. From a very young age my brother and I were taught how to fight and bring down prey, we had always been competitive, but in a friendly manner. But as we grew older, I noticed...... A change in my brother. He became cruel. Many a time I had hidden and watched as he killed smaller creatures, and took delight in just bringing them pain. I often tried to stop his actions, but he blatantly ignored my warnings. Seasons passed and my father grew older, as did we. No longer was his mane lush and brilliant, slowly it had become streaked with grey and eventually the was no color to be seen. But he was still just as strong and full of life as the day he became chief. But on one sorrowful day, my father was found dead. No evidence to lead us to his killer. No tracks leading to his body, except for his own. It was a terrible time for our clan. Prey was running scarce and rival tribes were in abundance to claim our territory. In the case of a monarch's sudden death, the new chief was to be selected by the spirits of the river. The shaman of our tribe would bring out a precious gem. Smooth and iridescent. It was said that a lost soul was rejected from the heavens and plummeted to the earthly realm below, and upon impact the soul was immortalized inside of a gem. The ceremony could only occur on the night of a full moon. The luminescence of the moon orb shone brilliantly against the dark blanket of the night. Our shaman would take the soul-gem to the opposite side of the lake and place it upon a large boulder. The potential chieftain's would swim across the lake, where the aquatic deities would either aid or dissuade them and one would bring back the gem, whomever was successful would be selected as the new chieftain. Anyone would partake in the test, and knowing of my brothers pure cruelty and malice I made a promise to myself, and to my late father, to never let him take leadership. I remember the night with such clarity. My brother and I stood poised at the lakes edge along with several other young pseudos, our muscles tight and ready to spring upon the hearing of the shaman's yell. His sudden vocalization startled one pseudo, but the rest of us exploded with energy and raced onto the water. The icy chill shocked me as I plunged through the aquatic abyss, tendrils of the current whipped around my forelegs as I propelled myself forward. We were almost halfway across when I saw my brother out of the corner of my eye. He was almost ahead of me! A low growl escaped my maw as I stretched my muscles to their limits. Suddenly the current changed. I was being pushed forward? Were the spirits choosing me? I tossed these thoughts aside and focused on my one goal. My claws touched upon solid land, I was in the lead. My eyes fell upon the gem. It was beautiful in all of its heaven touched glory. I raced forward and seized the gem with my jaws. This was it. I turned back towards the lake and there he was, my brother. His eyes burned with fury, as he stepped from the water. "It was supposed to be mine" His deep and melodic voice rang lowly in my ears, his fangs drawn back into a deadly snarl. "You just had to mess everything up didn't you dear brother?" His scowl slowly dissipated as he collected himself. "No matter, everything will come full circle, this is only just a small setback" He smiled wickedly and turned. "You will never be chieftain" I growled in certainty. His head swung back lazily as he purred "Oh, you just wait and see". A chill ran through my bones, whether it was from the icy water or the snake-tounged words of my brother I am not certain.

Putting my brothers words to the back of my mind I returned to our tribe, It seemed as if everyone had been holding their breaths as I returned. Collective shouting erupted when they took sight of the gem in my maw. Our shaman stepped forward out of the crowd and smiled as he bowed to me. The rest of them followed suit. It felt as if the air had been knocked out of me as I gazed upon my fellow pseudos. That night will be one that will always be imbedded into my memory. I ruled for several months, prey returned and the rival clans had backed off, our tribe was thriving...


((Violence/blood warning here))


The day was dark and gloomy, the sky was quilted with coal-colored clouds. I arose from my nest and stretched, leaving the warmth of my sleeping area. I trotted around our camp, checking barriers and the like, when suddenly a great force knocked me onto my side. My gaze was filled with the sight of my brothers snarling face. "Brother, I challenge you to the right of rule!" He growled lowly and removed himself from upon my chest. My eyes narrowed as I nodded softly, "I accept". His grin widened as he turned to the center of our camp. "My brother has accepted to duel for the right of leadership!" His yowl rang through the area, pseudos emerged from their dens, shaking sleep from their bodies as they made a very wide circle around my brother. Our shaman turned to me and asked "Is this true, Jaeger?" I nodded slowly and walked forward to join my brother in the center. "Lets get this over-with shall we?" I growled lowly and and waited for the inevitable onslaught from my kin. He lunged suddenly and swiped his thorn sharp claws at my jugular. "Are you trying to kill me?!" I shouted in his face as I pulled away from his talons. He did not answer but just continued his attack. I rolled underneath as he leaped to where I had been standing. Rising, I grabbed a hold of his tail in my jaws and crushed as hard as I could. He roared in pain and turned, slashing his knife-like talons across my face. Pain exploded throughout my skull, reaching from the end of my snout to the back of my cranium. If I screamed I do not remember. I just remember the blindness as blood ran. I tried to clear my head and focus on the fight. Forget the pain until later. My twin was smiling wickedly. I bellowed in anger and pain as I launched myself at him. We tussled against the earth, our scaled bodies twisting and turning. The tables suddenly turned in my brother favour as he loomed over me, he ominous words flowed softly into my ear. "So easy, so easy, perhaps even easier then father was" dread coursed through my veins at his words "You killed him... Didn't you?" Grief and anger overpowered my senses; I bucked my hind claws into my brother’s soft stomach. His face contorted with pain and confusion. I rose from beneath him and took his head between my paws and brought it down against the stone repeatedly. He breathed no more. I panted heavily in realization at what I had done. I had killed another, regardless of his deeds, in a sacred ceremony. Crimson rivulets streamed from both sides to the hard packed soil. The other pseudo dragons were silent, my deed imbedded into their brains. Regret pounded inside of me, grief at the loss of my brother, in more ways than one. His muted words loomed in my thoughts. Regardless of my actions, he was still my kin, and I wanted him to live honorably in the minds of the others, even if I knew the truth. I fled from that land. My deed earned me nothing but rejection as I left. I know not what became of my friends and family. In a haze of anger, pain and regret I sewed this mask into the flesh of my face. To remind myself of what I had lost. I became a nomad, traveling throughout different lands, never staying in one place for to long. Jealousy, ambition, sorrow, grief, and anger can become potent emotions, be careful with your actions. This chapter of my life is over, perhaps the new page will bring a brighter day?

"What a peculiar question, and
not one that I believe I could
answer truthfully. Hence, Polaris
will supply you with the answer
to your query"

"Oh, really? I could I suppose...
Jaeger is an interesting fellow,
with his love for solitude and
silence. He avoids contact with
other beings at all cost. Since
his exile, he has picked up a
knack for poetic wording, and
has written many stories and
poems. But you'd be lucky if he
ever chose you let you read them.
He can be grumpy and prickly, and
just all around just a nasty person.
He does have his positives however,
If he considers you a friend, you
will have his undying loyalty and
support. He is self-loathing and
very critical of his actions, sometimes
being quite over-dramatic."

Mirrors - by Aviators

I terribly sorry for this giant wall of text, I never meant for it to get that big. But regardless, I hope you enjoyed. It was a pleasure to write and I hope everything makes sense (is it doesn't, please feel free to ask questions). Please excuse the spelling and grammatical errors that I didn't catch, I had to rush to get the rest of this form completed. I really love this character, and it was really fun to try and tell his story. I don't know if I did his design justice, but I did what I could. Anyway, thanks for reading! :)

[Little Fish]

N•A•M•E

"The names David, David Hunter, don't wear it out. I come from a long line of Hunters. My blood line though is the one who holds the throne at the moment. Our family is one of the most looked up to in the Pseudodragon community, even though we are not of royal blood."

G•E•N•D•E•R

"I'm a male and the heir of the Hunter's fur throne. There hasn't been a female heir and there probably won't be. Unless they are married to the male and then when he dies she takes over unless he has a brother, another male Hunter is born, or she bears a baby boy."

B•I•R•T•H•D•A•Y

"My birthday is in the month of November on the seventh day. I was born in the year of 1995, I am eighteen years young."

P•E•S•O•N•A•L•I•T•Y

Witty - Highly Intelligent - Mysterious - Not Very Romantic - Not Very Emotional

(Just a short personality.)

H•I•S•T•O•R•Y

{This is all in his point of view. [I think. It should be at least. x3]}
~ His Birth ~

My father has told me many story's about my brave mother and how beautiful she is and she is where I got my blazing red mane. I know he misses her a lot and I feel like it was all my fault. She died the night of my birth. I blame myself even though my father says I shouldn't blame her fate on myself, I really cant help it. He told me once, the story of her tragic death, on the night of my sixteenth birthday.
"Your mother laid there for a whole day and a half, waiting for her baby boy to enter the world she loved so dearly. When you finally decided to start making your way out there were a lot of complications. Four hours later you came out and Nazara was the first to see you and hold you. The smile on her face while she laid there holding you was the biggest smile I had ever seen her with before. An hour later she started to have many problems and she began to lose a lot of blood. Less then twenty minutes after that Nazara bled out laying there. Before your mother died David, she gave me a name. A beautiful name too. She whispered to me as I held her hand 'David' and pointed to you, with one last smile her arm went limp and her eyes lifeless as I cried my heart out on her bed.
"Don't blame yourself, ever, do you hear me David? You were a blessing to me and your mother, we had tried so many times to have a baby and each time failed. Your mother was proud when she had you and if she was still here she would be the proudest mother in the world." Seven said looking at his son with soft eyes.
I have never forgotten that day.

~ Losing His Left Eye ~

At the age of six I began my training as a hunter. I was the best in the class, mainly because of my private tutor but also because of my inherited skill. When I turned seven I was given a mission to bring back a male Hentagiu {Made up this bird.}, a red bird with white wing tips that was very rare. Making my way to the deepest part of the woods, I was on alert for the Hentagiu and was hopping to find a nest. Not having any luck I settled in that night so I could get up early in the morning and start my search again. Waking to the sound of bird call I noticed a red spot in one of the trees. Etching closer I saw it had white wing tips as well. Almost shouting with joy I stopped myself and readied my bow and took aim. I heard a bird flutter near by as I pulled the bow back and let go. The bird near by fluttered in front of my left eye pecking and scratching at it. Screeching I ran from the bird snatching up my Hentagiu. A bloody trail followed me as I made it back to camp. Settling in front of my mentor I looked up noticing I couldn't see out of my left eye and she had a shocked look on her face as she looked at me while calling for the medicine dragon. They tried to save my eye but it came to no avail. I sat there letting them bandage up my left eye as my father walked in with a somber expression but proud atmosphere surrounding him. He congratulated me on my first kill and handed me a intricately woven cloth with a button where the eye is and my Hentagiu bird feathers were attached to it with gold and had beautiful strings and beads falling from it. I smiled brightly up at him thanking him for not only the beautiful piece of material but also for accepting the lost of my eye.

~ Scarves and Cloths ~

At the age of seventeen my father gave me a package that he was saving that my mother made for me before I was born. I tore in to the package delicately but quickly. Opening it I pulled out another intricately woven garment with beautiful white feathers attached with red beads. The card that was also attached said 'From dad'. After tying the front part around my neck and fitting it to my body nicely I pulled out the gift that mom had got me. The card read 'From mom woven with love and care'. Looking at the red scarf with the beautiful gold and dark red markings a tear slipped from my eye and onto the cloth as I hugged it closely to my body then wrapped it around my neck. Looking up at my dad I hugged him and thanked him for the amazing gift and I silently thanked my wonderful mother for her amazing gift.

F•R•I•E•N•D•S

David's family adopted Blayze when he was six and him and David have been close ever since. Blayze is almost as intelligent as David so they have long conversations together about philosophies and many other science like things.

P•I•C•T•U•R•E•S

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