[0Zero0]

Well this time on random.org, I rolled a hobblegrunt- .w. I love the design, but I feel I'm the only one who will XD. You can remove the accessories.

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Uncommon • Stoker Class
Hobblegrunts are highly inquisitive and elusive dragons. They are very sensitive to
emotions emanating from humans and other dragons. They can change color as well,
mostly to evoke emotions from other dragons.

Name; Sahara
Gender; Female
Species; Hobblegrunt
Taming Entry;

Several days have passed since I last wrote or even attempted to write within this journal. It's starting to get me down, the constant attention these dragons need. Sighing gently, I am well aware of the commitment I have undertaken. However, the many escape attempts from Kiduttaa mean that my accommodation is a little bit of a wreck. Looking around, I have been a little distracted to say the least. Heading out of my door and into the near by dragon stalls, I planned to take Nimbus out for a little exploration. Stopping to hold the door open for Kiduttaa. She tends to roam with the other terrible terrors around. One even has a garland of small flowers. How strange. Closing the door behind me, I received a toothy grin from my terror before we parted ways. I've found that letting her out during the day has lessened her escape attempts. In fact they have dwindled down into nothingness. Great for me and great for Kiduttaa. I think the little outings have decreased her stress and pent up energy. At that thought I couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief.

Walking down the long alley, only a few dragons had been tamed so far that were small enough to put inside stalls. The other larger ones were kept in paddocks with shelter and where they could come and go as they please. Smaller dragons on the other hand were able to free roam. The shadows lurked on every turn as dragons snorted, shuffled and growled in the dim light. Nimbus already has his head poking out, an expectant look on his face. Tilting my head to the side, a saddle lay draped across his stall door, a note flapping in the slight breeze reading;
"I heard of your adventures, take this for the time being until you find a saddle of your own."
Furrowing my brows in confusion, I nodded thankfully before sliding it off the door and saddling Nimbus up. It fitted quite well, a small amount adjustment was needed but not much.

Standing back, I watched Nimbus' reaction. He seemed uncomfortable at first but accepted it none the less. Now the art of trying to climb into the saddle. Definitely easier said than done. First, I couldn't get up, then I fell off... multiple times. However, after some arduous work I

managed to get myself seated, feet in stirrups and reins in hand. Kicking my feet in gently, I pushed nimbus forward. I was, to say the least, unsteady and nervous whilst riding him, who knew how I would be once we were flying. A small smile made its way onto my face, i was proud whilst riding Nimbus. Who wouldn't be, my first flying ridable tame and I was riding him. The thought just seem inconceivable.

"Now, fly!" I stated, pointing my hand forward. "No?" I questioned when nothing happened. "Okay then..." Then, I had a thought. Kicking him into a less than comfortable run, Nimbus and I raced for the edge of the cliff edge. A screamed loudly as we did so. The dragon's wings spread wide, roaring proudly as he did so. Nimbus carried my weight brilliantly and so we soared over the island and back towards, what I like to call, Hubblegrunt Alley.

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I haven't been searching for too long when I hear some calls in the distance. Nimbus seems to be getting a little excited. He possibly recognises them, either that or he just likes the sounds of his own kind. Hopefully today I will tame another one. I dismounted Nimbus by falling onto my behind. Receiving an amused grumble from the large white reptile. Frowning gently, I huffed, however, the calls from the resident Hobblegrunts had Nimbus shooting off towards their direction. "Hey!" I feebly called out, picking myself up and running after him.

Taking roughly ten minutes, and a long run for me, I came across Nimbus playing around with a female of his species. She was much different to nimbus as soon as she saw me, she immediately shied away behind my Hobblegrunt. Nimbus was quick to reassure her, it was like they had known each other forever; I could tell they weren't related in anyway or from the same group. I had not seen her in the original group I had found Nimbus in. This girl was just beautiful though. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The colouration she had reminded me of a sunset; more specifically a sunset in the desert. Sahara. That sounded like the perfect name. I hoped she would come willingly with Nimbus as she seemed to be taken with him. Perhaps in the future I would breed them.

Opening my trusty satchel, I threw some fish to the ground. Normally Nimbus would have snatched it up, but instead he decided the female should have it. I watched as he nudged it towards her, befriending her with ease. It was at this moment I knew I had to head back, they were enjoying one another's company. "Come on boy." I cooed, taking small steps towards them. As like before the female shied away, however, Nimbus gave her confidence and she stepped forward again. Her curiosity shown in her change in colours. After a few moments, I urged Nimbus forward so I could mount him and we could journey home. A sad tint in his eye as I clambered onto his back. Pushing him to take of. Sahara followed calmly, much to the joy of Nimbus. Her calm nature shining through as we travelled back home.

[Phina Wolf]

Rider; Josephine (Phina) Wolf
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He's adorable!! I'll finish when I can tame my muse.

[Cardinal.]

Name; Sahara
Gender; Female
Species; Hobblegrunt
Taming Entry;

Several days have passed since I last wrote or even attempted to write within this journal. It's starting to get me down, the constant attention these dragons need. Sighing gently, I am well aware of the commitment I have undertaken. However, the many escape attempts from Kiduttaa mean that my accommodation is a little bit of a wreck. Looking around, I have been a little distracted to say the least. Heading out of my door and into the near by dragon stalls, I planned to take Nimbus out for a little exploration. Stopping to hold the door open for Kiduttaa. She tends to roam with the other terrible terrors around. One even has a garland of small flowers. How strange. Closing the door behind me, I received a toothy grin from my terror before we parted ways. I've found that letting her out during the day has lessened her escape attempts. In fact they have dwindled down into nothingness. Great for me and great for Kiduttaa. I think the little outings have decreased her stress and pent up energy. At that thought I couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief.

Walking down the long alley, only a few dragons had been tamed so far that were small enough to put inside stalls. The other larger ones were kept in paddocks with shelter and where they could come and go as they please. Smaller dragons on the other hand were able to free roam. The shadows lurked on every turn as dragons snorted, shuffled and growled in the dim light. Nimbus already has his head poking out, an expectant look on his face. Tilting my head to the side, a saddle lay draped across his stall door, a note flapping in the slight breeze reading;
"I heard of your adventures, take this for the time being until you find a saddle of your own."
Furrowing my brows in confusion, I nodded thankfully before sliding it off the door and saddling Nimbus up. It fitted quite well, a small amount adjustment was needed but not much.

Standing back, I watched Nimbus' reaction. He seemed uncomfortable at first but accepted it none the less. Now the art of trying to climb into the saddle. Definitely easier said than done. First, I couldn't get up, then I fell off... multiple times. However, after some arduous work I

managed to get myself seated, feet in stirrups and reins in hand. Kicking my feet in gently, I pushed nimbus forward. I was, to say the least, unsteady and nervous whilst riding him, who knew how I would be once we were flying. A small smile made its way onto my face, i was proud whilst riding Nimbus. Who wouldn't be, my first flying ridable tame and I was riding him. The thought just seem inconceivable.

"Now, fly!" I stated, pointing my hand forward. "No?" I questioned when nothing happened. "Okay then..." Then, I had a thought. Kicking him into a less than comfortable run, Nimbus and I raced for the edge of the cliff edge. A screamed loudly as we did so. The dragon's wings spread wide, roaring proudly as he did so. Nimbus carried my weight brilliantly and so we soared over the island and back towards, what I like to call, Hubblegrunt Alley.

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I haven't been searching for too long when I hear some calls in the distance. Nimbus seems to be getting a little excited. He possibly recognises them, either that or he just likes the sounds of his own kind. Hopefully today I will tame another one. I dismounted Nimbus by falling onto my behind. Receiving an amused grumble from the large white reptile. Frowning gently, I huffed, however, the calls from the resident Hobblegrunts had Nimbus shooting off towards their direction. "Hey!" I feebly called out, picking myself up and running after him.

Taking roughly ten minutes, and a long run for me, I came across Nimbus playing around with a female of his species. She was much different to nimbus as soon as she saw me, she immediately shied away behind my Hobblegrunt. Nimbus was quick to reassure her, it was like they had known each other forever; I could tell they weren't related in anyway or from the same group. I had not seen her in the original group I had found Nimbus in. This girl was just beautiful though. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The colouration she had reminded me of a sunset; more specifically a sunset in the desert. Sahara. That sounded like the perfect name. I hoped she would come willingly with Nimbus as she seemed to be taken with him. Perhaps in the future I would breed them.

Opening my trusty satchel, I threw some fish to the ground. Normally Nimbus would have snatched it up, but instead he decided the female should have it. I watched as he nudged it towards her, befriending her with ease. It was at this moment I knew I had to head back, they were enjoying one another's company. "Come on boy." I cooed, taking small steps towards them. As like before the female shied away, however, Nimbus gave her confidence and she stepped forward again. Her curiosity shown in her change in colours. After a few moments, I urged Nimbus forward so I could mount him and we could journey home. A sad tint in his eye as I clambered onto his back. Pushing him to take of. Sahara followed calmly, much to the joy of Nimbus. Her calm nature shining through as we travelled back home.

[caf.]

Rider; Caffara Ovalle
Name; Sol
Gender; Male
Species; Hobblegrunt
Taming Entry;
I took Gunnvor out for a walk this morning. I figured I could get her to appreciate the great outdoors a little more now that she trusted me after hours of exercises. Besides, she was getting very barn sour, and a good dragon isn’t one that turns tail and sprints for the barn the moment trouble stirs up.
It turned out that my Razorwhip found it incredibly funny when I went on long, angry rants. Perhaps it was the hand gestures, or the facial expressions, or just the simple fact that I, a weak and helpless creature in comparison to her, had the nerve to get so furious, but it endlessly entertained her. So, as we walked, I tried to get myself angry over anything and everything I could. I ranted to her about the color of the grass, the antics of my Typhoomerang, the way that one strand of hair hung in my face, and a multitude of other worthless issues.
“He burned my chickens! Tynan! Can you believe it, Gunn? Just like that, lit up the coop,” I roared, hands thrown wildly in the air. The Razorwhip cackled in response, her tail raised in play.
“WHY, I’M SO ANGRY, I COULD SCARE THE SUN OUT OF THE SKY,” I shrieked, hoping to elicit a cry from my dragon. She chittered for a few seconds but fell silent very suddenly, her tail dropping rapidly. I whipped around, the light mood fading. What did she see?
The forest was blank, dull green and brown the only visible colors as far as the eye could see. Gunn’s nervous posture clearly indicated the presence of another life form, though. Cautiously, I drew my spear, gripping it firmly in my right hand. With the other, I retrieved a piece of meat from my satchel and and tossed it a good distance away from us, hoping to draw whatever it was into the light.
I couldn’t decide what it was at first; long-necked and awkward, it could barely be called a dragon in my opinion. However, when it glanced at us, its reddened face turned to a purplish color. A Hobblegrunt, of course! He sensed our fear.
I put down my spear, knowing I wasn’t going to trick it. Underneath the violet hues the creature seemed to be a bright, brave orange, much like the sun I’d been threatening to scare earlier. I pulled my bag off my shoulder and opened it, allowing the meaty aromas to permeate the air.
The Hobblegrunt seemed young, and quite trusting. Much like a juvenile horse, it stepped forward cautiously, nostrils snuffling. Cautiously, it began to eat. Perhaps it wasn’t as clever as some, but it was empathetic and willing, traits I liked in an animal. Before it could recoil, I slipped a rope around its neck, firmly tying the other end to the strap I had around Gunnvor’s chest.
“Sol,” I dubbed it almost immediately, noting that it was indeed a ‘he.’ He didn’t struggle against the bonds terribly, seeing Gunn standing patiently. We trekked into town as a group, and while he occasionally balked, it didn’t take long to coax him with a bit of food and a kind word. By now he was back to his neutral orange, looking more curious than fearful.
When we got to the barn, I simply chained him; I didn’t want to put him in a building so soon, since he’d only just gotten here. He seemed somewhat familiar with humans, though, meaning he’d probably been close to town most of his life. When I started to walk away he began to fight, but I knew that the presence of the other dragons would shortly calm him.
I happened to stumble across a man on the street attempting to sell something in a cart. Upon closer inspection the carriage contained a full set of dragon tack - perfectly fitted for a Hobblegrunt! Considering it a stroke of luck, I carried my new load in my hands back to my homestead.
All of the dragons got a chance to sniff the saddle and pads before going back to their interaction and play. Looking around, I took a moment to admire the land; house on a hill, weathered barn, four dragons at play, saddles hanging on racks and tack in boxes. I laughed out loud.
“It almost looks like I have a harem!”

[stormzien]

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RES RES RES

[ilhdc7]

Rider; ilhdc7
Name; Ra
Gender; Male
Species; Hobblegrunt
Taming Entry;

Cascade, in all of her shortness, needed a latter. A tall latter so she could reach the highest apples. The tree was ripe, and she was starving. Cascade stomped her foot, and crossed her arms, huffing while she did so. "I just want a good apple!" She muttered to the tree. Cascade kicked the tree, then spun around ready to walk away to her sleeping dragon, Alheaam. Behind her, a little snort came from behind a tree. She paused, then cocked her head.

"Ummm.." Cascade leaned to her side, then scuttled forward, easing herself closer and closer to where the sound came from. From out of her pocket, she pulled a small sandwich that she was saving for lunch. The ham from inside the sandwich, she tossed to the ground, hoping what she heard would respond. A flash of orange came forward then scuttled back extremely fast. It was only a blur.

Cascade flew back, thinking the dragon was going to attack her, but she recovered her balance quickly. "Phsh, well then." She grabbed the sandwich and pulled out another slice of ham. She tossed it again, but closer to her this time. The dragon crept out behind the tree, and stalked toward the ham, slowly and steadily. He picked up the ham, and swallowed it down his throat, leaning his head back as he did so.

"Good Morning little guy." Cascade said as she held out her hand. The dragon cocked its head, and ruffled its wings. It hissed, then took a step back. "Its just me and Alheaam, darling." She stepped closer and then held her hand out, turning away, hoping. Within a a few seconds of hopelessness, a small rough nose touched her hand. Cascade sucked in a deep breath, then turned around, the dragon was staring at her, intelligently. "You look like a little fireball. Maybe you're the dragon of the sun. I'll call you Ra. " Cascade looked around, then ruffled the dragons head, sprinting away laughing. It chased after her, squalling as he did so. Cascade laughed again, glad to have a playmate.

[0Zero0]

Name; Sahara
Gender; Female
Species; Hobblegrunt
Taming Entry;

Several days have passed since I last wrote or even attempted to write within this journal. It's starting to get me down, the constant attention these dragons need. Sighing gently, I am well aware of the commitment I have undertaken. However, the many escape attempts from Kiduttaa mean that my accommodation is a little bit of a wreck. Looking around, I have been a little distracted to say the least. Heading out of my door and into the near by dragon stalls, I planned to take Nimbus out for a little exploration. Stopping to hold the door open for Kiduttaa. She tends to roam with the other terrible terrors around. One even has a garland of small flowers. How strange. Closing the door behind me, I received a toothy grin from my terror before we parted ways. I've found that letting her out during the day has lessened her escape attempts. In fact they have dwindled down into nothingness. Great for me and great for Kiduttaa. I think the little outings have decreased her stress and pent up energy. At that thought I couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief.

Walking down the long alley, only a few dragons had been tamed so far that were small enough to put inside stalls. The other larger ones were kept in paddocks with shelter and where they could come and go as they please. Smaller dragons on the other hand were able to free roam. The shadows lurked on every turn as dragons snorted, shuffled and growled in the dim light. Nimbus already has his head poking out, an expectant look on his face. Tilting my head to the side, a saddle lay draped across his stall door, a note flapping in the slight breeze reading;
"I heard of your adventures, take this for the time being until you find a saddle of your own."
Furrowing my brows in confusion, I nodded thankfully before sliding it off the door and saddling Nimbus up. It fitted quite well, a small amount adjustment was needed but not much.

Standing back, I watched Nimbus' reaction. He seemed uncomfortable at first but accepted it none the less. Now the art of trying to climb into the saddle. Definitely easier said than done. First, I couldn't get up, then I fell off... multiple times. However, after some arduous work I

managed to get myself seated, feet in stirrups and reins in hand. Kicking my feet in gently, I pushed nimbus forward. I was, to say the least, unsteady and nervous whilst riding him, who knew how I would be once we were flying. A small smile made its way onto my face, i was proud whilst riding Nimbus. Who wouldn't be, my first flying ridable tame and I was riding him. The thought just seem inconceivable.

"Now, fly!" I stated, pointing my hand forward. "No?" I questioned when nothing happened. "Okay then..." Then, I had a thought. Kicking him into a less than comfortable run, Nimbus and I raced for the edge of the cliff edge. A screamed loudly as we did so. The dragon's wings spread wide, roaring proudly as he did so. Nimbus carried my weight brilliantly and so we soared over the island and back towards, what I like to call, Hubblegrunt Alley.

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I haven't been searching for too long when I hear some calls in the distance. Nimbus seems to be getting a little excited. He possibly recognises them, either that or he just likes the sounds of his own kind. Hopefully today I will tame another one. I dismounted Nimbus by falling onto my behind. Receiving an amused grumble from the large white reptile. Frowning gently, I huffed, however, the calls from the resident Hobblegrunts had Nimbus shooting off towards their direction. "Hey!" I feebly called out, picking myself up and running after him.

Taking roughly ten minutes, and a long run for me, I came across Nimbus playing around with a female of his species. She was much different to nimbus as soon as she saw me, she immediately shied away behind my Hobblegrunt. Nimbus was quick to reassure her, it was like they had known each other forever; I could tell they weren't related in anyway or from the same group. I had not seen her in the original group I had found Nimbus in. This girl was just beautiful though. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The colouration she had reminded me of a sunset; more specifically a sunset in the desert. Sahara. That sounded like the perfect name. I hoped she would come willingly with Nimbus as she seemed to be taken with him. Perhaps in the future I would breed them.

Opening my trusty satchel, I threw some fish to the ground. Normally Nimbus would have snatched it up, but instead he decided the female should have it. I watched as he nudged it towards her, befriending her with ease. It was at this moment I knew I had to head back, they were enjoying one another's company. "Come on boy." I cooed, taking small steps towards them. As like before the female shied away, however, Nimbus gave her confidence and she stepped forward again. Her curiosity shown in her change in colours. After a few moments, I urged Nimbus forward so I could mount him and we could journey home. A sad tint in his eye as I clambered onto his back. Pushing him to take of. Sahara followed calmly, much to the joy of Nimbus. Her calm nature shining through as we travelled back home.

Congratulations, you own Sahara. Gosh was that such an adorable story. All the stories were good. Since you added a saddle to your male hobblegrunt... erm do you want me to remove the accessories from the image above?

@ilhdc7 You need to write your entry like it's a journal- in first person.

[ilhdc7]

Congrats! I didn't think i was going to win anyway!

Thanks for the tip!

[Cardinal.]

No I that's okay, I forgot about the saddle she was wearing haha xD however I intended for the saddle that nimbus was wearing to 've borrowed so it wasn't his anyway so if she could keep her rack thatbwpuld be amazing!! )