[leebee]

RARITY :
light element: common
ear edit: common
+ horns: uncommon

to win this plyf :

impress me! tell me why you want this plyf, draw it,
write a story, decorate the form, anything! be creative!

ends : august 29th, 12:00 PST

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name: Fafnerxx
gender: Malexx
title: Flame Keeperxx
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You are hiking up a hot rigid mountain as you search for
adventure. However, you quickly realize this is a mistake
when you hear loud roars and see fire. But it's far too late
to turn back now. In the distance, you spot a stranger, and
you approach with the intent of asking him for directions.

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You approach them, but before you can
speak, they interrupt you.

"Hey, what's a young lad like you doing
out here? It's rather dangerous. Even for
me and I live here."

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art & writing by me.
picture of coding.

[SaltyBirb]

res??

[cuddlewuffle]

res

[Softea]

yes plz

What a good kid

Fixing it so it doesn’t have those weird white blocks behind them??

[trans]

maybe res :>

[grizzly bear]

username: grizzly bear
name: beau
gender: male
entry: wip c;

[uniiversally]

username: sparklehomo
name: meredith
gender: female
entry:

wip omg

[Avisowl]

Mark yes!

[AceCavalier]

Pew your designs are so wholesome!!!! ^^

username: AceCavalier
name: Gwynn
gender: Female
entry: sorigoainldkgdn I'M SORRY

“C’mon! We’re almost there!”
Ever since she was a Plyfling, Gwynn has had adventure in her heart. The vastness of the world had called to her since she was old enough to understand just how much of it was out there. So much to explore, so much to discover… so much fun to be had!
She turned to call over her shoulder, tail wagging furiously with excitement. “Hurry up! They should be right over this hill!”
One of her companions, a small robin they’d encountered in the woodlands, chirped and fluttered over to perch on one of her horns. The other companion, another Plyf, gave an exasperated sigh.
“But Gywnnnnn… we’ve been walking for hours!”
There were still a few leaves stuck in his pale green mane, and his tan coat was dotted with specks of dirt. His large, round ears flopped miserably around his face.
“I thought you said you liked walks?” Gwynn retorted, stopping to face him.
Shye, halfway up the slope – the final obstacle between them and the ruins – pouted.
“Not ones that last all day!”
The robin on her horn chirped again. Gwynn carefully made her way down to her friend, meticulously placing each large paw where she knew the ground wouldn’t slip away beneath her.
“We’re almost there, I promise.” She bumped her shoulder against his. “Tell ya what – when we get home I’ll see if I can whip up some chocolate mousse for you!”
Immediately, Shye brightened, ears flicking up. “R-really?!”
“You bet! Now let’s go!”
They made it up to the top of the hill side-by-side, helping each other navigate the rough terrain – both Plyfs were breathless by the time they got there. Ahead of them, the ground slipped down into a steep basin filled with trees, and, just peeking through the thick green canopy, Gwynn could make out the dark greys of weathered stone.
“There!” she gasped. “I see them!”
Shye squinted. “Where…?”
“Right there, through the trees!”
She raised a paw, and Shye tried to follow her gaze. He leant forward, hoping to get a better look.
“I don’t see-AH!”
As he leant forward, the rocky ground fell away from beneath his paws, and with a yowl Shye went tumbling down the side of the basin, unable to catch himself. He rolled right into the thick cluster of trees and out of sight – Gwynn heard a loud splash, then silence, before she went racing after him.
“Shye!”
The robin flew ahead into the trees, where more splashing could now be heard, as Gwynn made her way down as quickly as she could without meeting the same fate. As she passed through the trees, the sunlight was instantly swallowed up, leaving her in beautifully dappled darkness, slim needles of light barely breaking through the leaves above. She blinked as her eyes adjusted. No wonder so few people knew the ruins were here! The trees were so thick they could hide just about anything, and the basin… Gwynn yelped as she stepped into something wet, and looked down to see that the bottom of the basin was filled with shallow water. Ahead of her, a bedraggled Shye sat dripping wet and filthy, the robin flittering around his head.
“I knew this was a bad idea…” he grumbled.
Gwynn hopped her way over to him. “Are you ok??”
Shye nodded. “I need a bath, though…”
The robin landed on his head and chirped loudly, the sound bouncing off the large trees around them. The two Plyfs waded cautiously through the water towards what they hoped was the centre of the basin, where Gwynn had spotted the ruins. Around them, strange winged insects darted through the branches and bushes, some skittered off the surface of the water, and birdsong rang out above them. It was a beautiful place, serene and untouched, and Gwynn found herself wondering just how long it had been since anyone else was here.
It wasn’t long before they began to notice stones placed randomly around them, likely where they had come to rest after tumbling from the ruins. Following the trail of the toppled stones, they finally reached one of the outer walls of the ruins, standing sheer, cracked, and vine-covered over them.
“Looks like we made it!” Gwynn chirped.
“Great! Does that mean we can take a nap now?”
Instead of answering, Gwynn started sniffing around for an entrance, following the wall until she found a crack big enough for the two Plyfs (horns included) to slip through. Within the walls, the ground rose up slightly to sit above the water level. Young trees and a few bushes had managed to take root there, beginning to obscure the small fort at the ruins’ centre. From the fort, the tower that Gwynn had spotted through the trees rose up, partially collapsed on one side.
She began making her way towards the fort, Shye trailing behind her.
“According to the stories, there’s a treasure in the fort. No idea what it might be, but… it’s gotta be something cool, right?”
There was a spark in Shye’s green eyes. “Ohh! What if it’s something sweet?”
Gwynn shook her head and paused just at the edge of the fort. One of the walls had collapsed, leaving a pile of rocks and rubble. The robin, which had been nestled in the thick fur at the top of Shye’s head, now flapped over to one of the fort’s windows, perching at the still. It glanced inside, gave a sharp trill, and darted off, back towards the trees they’d come from. Gwynn and Shye exchanged a look; Gwynn excited, Shye concerned.
“I’m not sure about this…” Shye mumbled, hunkering low to the ground. “Maybe there’s something bad in there…”
Gwynn smiled at him. “I’m sure it’s nothing! Besides, we’re Plyfs! Everyone loves us!”
With that, she started climbing up the rubble, and Shye, after a moment of hesitation, followed her. As Gwynn reached the top of the pile, she became aware of a low rumbling sound, and peered into the fort. There, curled up, was a mass of bright red scales, easily four times the size of a Plyf, with gleaming gold spikes and furled-up wings. It’s horned nostrils twitched, and two blazing topaz eyes flicked open, staring straight at them. The low rumbling grew more powerful, until Gwynn could feel the stones trembling under her paws.
“RUN!”

The sun was setting by the time Gwynn and Shye got back into town.
“Well, that was fun!” Gwynn bounced along, oblivious to the stick caught in her mane and the scratch on her cheek. “Good thing that dragon didn’t chase us all the way back here!”
Shye was less enthusiastic. “Next time you ask me to go on a walk with you, remind me to ask where we’re going… I thought I was gonna be dragon chow…”
Gwynn stepped across to bump her shoulder against his; both of them were covered in dirt. “How does white chocolate mousse sound for dinner?”

rip i'm sorry i couldn't stop...