Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel #25
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Helios
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
For some time now, I have been wanting a dragon character to accompany my mountain sheep character, Rubes, as his dragon 'pet'. Rubes is a sheep that has been living quite peacefully in his herd until his faithful encounter with Wesley (belongs to June Bug), the somewhat unhinged pigmy goat that believes he lives in the Harry Potter universe, and upon meeting Rubes the 'giant', with his shaggy mane of hair, beetle black eyes and his gentle disposition, he immediately dubbed him 'Hagrid', much to Rubes' confusion. I want to add even more to this character, giving him a dragon with a personality all of his own, and unlike Rubes, one that believes everything that Wesley says, and becomes just as unhinged as the red headed goat. While Wesley is not mine, I have Kam's permission to use him in this form, as him and Rubes are inseparable. C=
History/Background/Other:
Species
Western Dragon
Age
Less than a year old
Personality/Background
Naive, childish, happy and lovable are some of the words to describe young Helios, along with severely mentally unhinged. Sadly, it isn't the young dragon's fault that his view on reality isn't quite sane, but the red headed goat's, Wesley's, fault. Having formed a strong bond with Rubes since birth, Helios sees Rubes as a father, and loves him unconditionally as such, while he sees Wesley as an older brother he aspires to be like. He is, however, slightly envious of the small goat, mostly due to the fact that because he is a dragon, he will never be able to go to Hogwarts like Wesley will, or at least like Wesley thinks he will. He does, however, take great pride in the fact that his father is both a professor and grounds keeper at the school, and wishes to accompany Rubes, or 'Hagrid' as he calls him, back to Hogwarts when the mountain sheep is called back to his regular duties. Rubes constantly tried to tell him not to listen to Wesley's mad stories when he was born, but eventually he simply gave up and lets the young dragon do and think as he pleases, although he does offer a wise word of advice every now and then, despite this advice falling to deft ears.
- - - - -
Thump... Thump... Thump...
The rhythmic beating of the young heart kept the sleeping creature at peace with its surroundings, unaware that there was a world outside of this small, oval vessel where it had lay dormant for so long now. A blue egg with a radiant, metallic sheen and streaks of orange that looked as though if the sun itself had streaked it with it's own searing heat lay on the most unusual place an egg like this could be seen. How had it gotten there? No one around could tell the tale, as only the young dragon who lay inside had presenced its arrival to this place, yet ignorant as it was of such things, it had not noticed anything, although the shock had made an effect on the small creature, as now it was more awake and perceptive than ever.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
It had been a few days since the abrupt awakening of the unborn creature, wings still folded, pressed tight against body and neck, eyes still closed as it tried to go back to sleep, back to the beautiful dream that had kept it happy in its claustrophobia worthy prison. Dreaming of things it had never seen before, the sky, clouds, vast mountain peaks, all out of reach now, yet so tangible they had been that it could still feel the breeze in its scales. Had it been able to roar in frustration, it would have done so, as it squirmed uncomfortably, wondering why it could not go back to that place, to the dreams in which wings had been able to spread out and let him reach for moon and stars.
Thump... Thump... THUD!
A loud, stomping noise interrupted the soothing rhythm its heart always carried. As its muscles relaxed, it felt something it had not felt in a very long time. Warmth. A melodious, comforting sensation that emanated from the outside, from something that created a heartbeat of its own, a booming heartbeat, one that sounded like the rumbling of thunder and lulled the young dragon into a hypnotic trance. The warmth was accompanied by something else. A voice. A voice which it could not understand, but could comprehend its meaning. A deep, rather raspy voice that was dripping with the most gentle, empathic feeling the young dragon had ever felt. At that moment, a jolt of this gentle being's care made a bond with the dragon's heart, a bond that could only be described as love, despite the dragon's usually crude and violent nature. Wanting to get closer to this warm, gentle creature that lay outside, the scaly egg dweller rasped the tooth at the edge of its nose towards the inner walls of the egg, banging harshly against it, desperate to get out.
Thump... Thump... CRACK!
"Tha's it leetle guy! Keep thumpin' it out!"
The voice that had provoked the young dragon to come out of its egg was now encouraging it further, giving it the extra push it needed when it thumped loudly against the walls of its prison, soothing it with words of kindness when it grew too tired to keep going on. Finally, however, the time had come, and as the young creature's head poked through the wall of the egg, a violent gush of oxygen filled its lungs, precious oxygen that, while not required inside the egg, was something it understood was vital to its survival. The egg gave one last, violent, cracking nose, and it split in half, revealing a small, orange and blue dragon with brown horns and scales.
"Oh would yeh look at dat. Ain't he a charmer?"
The same gentle, deep voice spoke again, a mountain dwelling accent thick on it, making it sound even gentler. Emerald eyes opened slowly, squinting at the violent light that they were experiencing for the first time. Trembling slightly, the young dragon stretched it's wings wide, feeling the air course through them, the sensation even more pleasant than he had ever dreamed of. Turning his small head up, emerald eyes met beetle black ones that were crinkled slightly in the corners as a a smile accompanied them. Next to him lay a gigantic creature, or at least, gigantic to him. Brown fur covered the creature from head to toe, and large, spiraling horns sat at the base of its head, covered by a shaggy mane of jet black hair. A strange pelt covered his front half, hanging on by the neck with a strange strap that amused the orange creature that had just been freed from confinement.
"Mrrrrk?"
"Oh lookit 'im! In't he adorable? How you doin' there, 'elios?" the large creature boomed happily, nuzzling him gently with its muzzle, making the young dragon thrill happily as he clung to it affectionately.
"Helios? You gave it a name?" came another voice from close by.
"Well of course I gave 'im a name! Poor bloke can't go 'round not 'aving no name, now can 'e?"
Confused and slightly bewildered, the young dragon, whose name was now Helios, turned around rapidly, only to see another creature behind him, staring at him with a bewildered, curious look. This creature was as different to the gentle giant as one can be, yet at the same time, oddly similar. Much smaller than the previous creature, and much lighter, being a pale cream color, this new creature shared horns with the ram, yet the horns were small and rather insignificant looking, covered by a mass of wild, flaming red hair. Like the giant, he too wore a strange pelt around his front half, one that looked very different, however, and much more unnatural than the other's.
"Mrrrrk?" Helios repeated, confused as he looked from one to the other. At first instinct, the second he had emerged from the egg, he would have killed both the mountain sheep and pygmy goat for sustenance, but the ram's meddling had changed this, making it so that the young dragon simply did not know what to do, and knew only the love a son would feel for his father for the giant in an inexplicable manner. Clinging tighter to the giant's muzzle, he crawled over it and climbed to the giant's head, a purring like sound erupting from his throat as he nuzzled in the shaggy hair.
"What are we going to do about him, Hagrid?" the little one asked, still looking up at Helios with wide eyes. "We could ask Charlie for help, you know? He's my family member. He works with dragons in Romania!"
A scoff of disbelief and slight amusement escaped 'Hagrid' as it looked down at the red headed goat, his ears perked slightly as he gave the smaller one a bemused look.
"Now you look 'ere, Wesley. I don' know nothin' 'bout this relative of yours, but I know more 'bout dragons than any other creature in this 'ere mountain! I think I can be trusted to take care of this little one. Besides, I think 'e likes me. And fer the last time... it's Rubes, not 'agrid. I don' even know what an 'agrid is!" Rubes responded, a matter of fact look on his face as he got up from his laying position, Helios still clinging to his head.
Wesley's eyes widened with disbelief, an almost indignant look on his face. He stomped one cloven hoof hard on the ground, making the giant take a nervous step back, making a rather comical sight had it been seen by a second party. A snort escaped the small, red headed creature, his tie and cloak swinging as he forced a blocking position, as though if he were stopping Rubes from continuing, despite his obvious lacking in size making sure he would be no trouble for the mountain sheep.
"What now?" Rubes asked, his ears flat as he looked down at Wesley.
"Hagrid, if we don't take proper care of this, you could get in trouble! I mean, what if Dumbledore can't help you out like he did with Norbert?"
An utter look of confusion overtook the mountain sheep's face, his eyes blank as he stared down at the smaller goat. After a moment of awkward silence, Rubes stepped over Wesley, not uttering a word, and continued on his way, his jet black eyes still sporting a confused look, but his mouth was now twisted with a sort of grimace that clearly said 'why me?'. As he continued on his way, the bleating of the pale goat followed, angry words being thrown his way about how a dragon was illegal and how he could get fired from his teaching position and worse yet, sent to Azkaban. All of this senseless chatter fascinated the young dragon clenched on Rubes head as he stared down at Wesley, bright emerald eyes shining with curiosity as he wished to hear more of this strange world he had hatched into.
- - - - -
"Hagrid, Hagrid! I think I just saw an owl flying close by! It must have been looking for me. You know my letter of acceptance into Hogwarts should be arriving any day now! Maybe we should stop and set up camp here for a few days, just in case," Wesley beamed, happiness gleaming in his big brown eyes.
"Mrrk?" Helios, now almost as big as Wesley, walked next to the pygmy goat, a confused look on his face.
A whole month had passed since Helios had hatched from the egg, and in that small time, the young dragon had grown quite large in size, as well as much more adventurous. While he had preferred staying on Rubes' head all the time during his first couple weeks of life, he had soon grown to love walking next to the cloven duo, and especially loved hearing Wesley's wisdom on the world of magic he obviously belonged to. According to Wesley, it was illegal for Rubes to keep him as a pet, however, the young dragon saw himself as much more than a pet, and he could tell the giant respected him much more than that as well, treating him with as much respect and kindness as he did Wesley and anyone else they encountered. Wesley, however, tended to be rather nervous when meeting others, quickly telling Helios to hide and not make a sound, as he could get 'Hagrid' in trouble. Afraid to get his beloved giant in danger of any sort, Helios was always happy to comply, skittering away and coming out only when the coast was clear. It made him sad, having to stay away from Rubes for so long sometimes, but as long as the mountain dwelling sheep was safe, he would not complain.
Noticing the confused look the dragon was giving him, Wesley puffed up his chest with pride.
"I come from a long line of wizards, you know, magic users. That is why I know of dragons, like you! Muggles, that is non magic folk, don't know anything about you. That is why we can't let others see you. If they are wizards, Hagrid will get in trouble for keeping you, if they are muggles, it might be an international disaster!"
A gasp of horror escaped Helios, finally understanding the severity of the manner. Distraught, he ran over to Rube's side and clung fiercely to his leg. Looking up, emerald eyes brimming as they were close to tears, he saw Rubes giving Wesley a look full of exasperation. Snorting, the giant took a step forward, careful not to hurt young Helios in the process.
"Now you look 'ere, Wesley. There's no need fer that kin' of talkin' to Helios. Why, yer jus' confusin' the little tyke," the mountain goat bleated, his short stub of a tail giving a slight twitch as he knew those words would probably reach deft ears. "And could ya' please stop callin' me 'agrid? Yer gonna confuse 'im even more if yer keep it up."
Sure enough, Wesley simply beamed up at Rubes, flashing the usual smile he did when he was blissfully ignoring everything his sane companion said to him. Padding up to Helios, the pygmy goat gave him a fierce hug, making the little dragon squee with glee.
"Don't worry, Helios. Hagrid won't let anything happen to you! Besides, I am here to help, too!" he said happily, his ears swiveling as he spoke. Turning a more serious look up at the giant, Wesley continued, resuming what he had said a few minutes earlier. "So, about setting up camp, I thought we could try over there. There seems to be enough food for us all, and it is nice and clear for the owls to see us when they drop their letter. So what do you think, Hagrid?"
"Hagreed!" Helios repeated, waving his hands in the air, proud to have been able to say his name.
"That's right! Hagrid!" Wesley beamed, a goofy smile on his face.
Eyebrow twitching slightly, Rubes hung his head, looking defeated as the goat and dragon looked up at him, waiting for an answer.
"Okay..." Rubes muttered with a resigned, flat voice.
Squealing and running with glee, Helios and Wesley ran to their designated camp area, Rubes close behind, dragging his hoofed legs as he expected a long, senseless week ahead of him.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Kennel #25
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:
Helios
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
For some time now, I have been wanting a dragon character to accompany my mountain sheep character, Rubes, as his dragon 'pet'. Rubes is a sheep that has been living quite peacefully in his herd until his faithful encounter with Wesley (belongs to June Bug), the somewhat unhinged pigmy goat that believes he lives in the Harry Potter universe, and upon meeting Rubes the 'giant', with his shaggy mane of hair, beetle black eyes and his gentle disposition, he immediately dubbed him 'Hagrid', much to Rubes' confusion. I want to add even more to this character, giving him a dragon with a personality all of his own, and unlike Rubes, one that believes everything that Wesley says, and becomes just as unhinged as the red headed goat. While Wesley is not mine, I have Kam's permission to use him in this form, as him and Rubes are inseparable. C=
History/Background/Other:
Species
Western Dragon
Age
Less than a year old
Personality/Background
Naive, childish, happy and lovable are some of the words to describe young Helios, along with severely mentally unhinged. Sadly, it isn't the young dragon's fault that his view on reality isn't quite sane, but the red headed goat's, Wesley's, fault. Having formed a strong bond with Rubes since birth, Helios sees Rubes as a father, and loves him unconditionally as such, while he sees Wesley as an older brother he aspires to be like. He is, however, slightly envious of the small goat, mostly due to the fact that because he is a dragon, he will never be able to go to Hogwarts like Wesley will, or at least like Wesley thinks he will. He does, however, take great pride in the fact that his father is both a professor and grounds keeper at the school, and wishes to accompany Rubes, or 'Hagrid' as he calls him, back to Hogwarts when the mountain sheep is called back to his regular duties. Rubes constantly tried to tell him not to listen to Wesley's mad stories when he was born, but eventually he simply gave up and lets the young dragon do and think as he pleases, although he does offer a wise word of advice every now and then, despite this advice falling to deft ears.
- - - - -
Thump... Thump... Thump...
The rhythmic beating of the young heart kept the sleeping creature at peace with its surroundings, unaware that there was a world outside of this small, oval vessel where it had lay dormant for so long now. A blue egg with a radiant, metallic sheen and streaks of orange that looked as though if the sun itself had streaked it with it's own searing heat lay on the most unusual place an egg like this could be seen. How had it gotten there? No one around could tell the tale, as only the young dragon who lay inside had presenced its arrival to this place, yet ignorant as it was of such things, it had not noticed anything, although the shock had made an effect on the small creature, as now it was more awake and perceptive than ever.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
It had been a few days since the abrupt awakening of the unborn creature, wings still folded, pressed tight against body and neck, eyes still closed as it tried to go back to sleep, back to the beautiful dream that had kept it happy in its claustrophobia worthy prison. Dreaming of things it had never seen before, the sky, clouds, vast mountain peaks, all out of reach now, yet so tangible they had been that it could still feel the breeze in its scales. Had it been able to roar in frustration, it would have done so, as it squirmed uncomfortably, wondering why it could not go back to that place, to the dreams in which wings had been able to spread out and let him reach for moon and stars.
Thump... Thump... THUD!
A loud, stomping noise interrupted the soothing rhythm its heart always carried. As its muscles relaxed, it felt something it had not felt in a very long time. Warmth. A melodious, comforting sensation that emanated from the outside, from something that created a heartbeat of its own, a booming heartbeat, one that sounded like the rumbling of thunder and lulled the young dragon into a hypnotic trance. The warmth was accompanied by something else. A voice. A voice which it could not understand, but could comprehend its meaning. A deep, rather raspy voice that was dripping with the most gentle, empathic feeling the young dragon had ever felt. At that moment, a jolt of this gentle being's care made a bond with the dragon's heart, a bond that could only be described as love, despite the dragon's usually crude and violent nature. Wanting to get closer to this warm, gentle creature that lay outside, the scaly egg dweller rasped the tooth at the edge of its nose towards the inner walls of the egg, banging harshly against it, desperate to get out.
Thump... Thump... CRACK!
"Tha's it leetle guy! Keep thumpin' it out!"
The voice that had provoked the young dragon to come out of its egg was now encouraging it further, giving it the extra push it needed when it thumped loudly against the walls of its prison, soothing it with words of kindness when it grew too tired to keep going on. Finally, however, the time had come, and as the young creature's head poked through the wall of the egg, a violent gush of oxygen filled its lungs, precious oxygen that, while not required inside the egg, was something it understood was vital to its survival. The egg gave one last, violent, cracking nose, and it split in half, revealing a small, orange and blue dragon with brown horns and scales.
"Oh would yeh look at dat. Ain't he a charmer?"
The same gentle, deep voice spoke again, a mountain dwelling accent thick on it, making it sound even gentler. Emerald eyes opened slowly, squinting at the violent light that they were experiencing for the first time. Trembling slightly, the young dragon stretched it's wings wide, feeling the air course through them, the sensation even more pleasant than he had ever dreamed of. Turning his small head up, emerald eyes met beetle black ones that were crinkled slightly in the corners as a a smile accompanied them. Next to him lay a gigantic creature, or at least, gigantic to him. Brown fur covered the creature from head to toe, and large, spiraling horns sat at the base of its head, covered by a shaggy mane of jet black hair. A strange pelt covered his front half, hanging on by the neck with a strange strap that amused the orange creature that had just been freed from confinement.
"Mrrrrk?"
"Oh lookit 'im! In't he adorable? How you doin' there, 'elios?" the large creature boomed happily, nuzzling him gently with its muzzle, making the young dragon thrill happily as he clung to it affectionately.
"Helios? You gave it a name?" came another voice from close by.
"Well of course I gave 'im a name! Poor bloke can't go 'round not 'aving no name, now can 'e?"
Confused and slightly bewildered, the young dragon, whose name was now Helios, turned around rapidly, only to see another creature behind him, staring at him with a bewildered, curious look. This creature was as different to the gentle giant as one can be, yet at the same time, oddly similar. Much smaller than the previous creature, and much lighter, being a pale cream color, this new creature shared horns with the ram, yet the horns were small and rather insignificant looking, covered by a mass of wild, flaming red hair. Like the giant, he too wore a strange pelt around his front half, one that looked very different, however, and much more unnatural than the other's.
"Mrrrrk?" Helios repeated, confused as he looked from one to the other. At first instinct, the second he had emerged from the egg, he would have killed both the mountain sheep and pygmy goat for sustenance, but the ram's meddling had changed this, making it so that the young dragon simply did not know what to do, and knew only the love a son would feel for his father for the giant in an inexplicable manner. Clinging tighter to the giant's muzzle, he crawled over it and climbed to the giant's head, a purring like sound erupting from his throat as he nuzzled in the shaggy hair.
"What are we going to do about him, Hagrid?" the little one asked, still looking up at Helios with wide eyes. "We could ask Charlie for help, you know? He's my family member. He works with dragons in Romania!"
A scoff of disbelief and slight amusement escaped 'Hagrid' as it looked down at the red headed goat, his ears perked slightly as he gave the smaller one a bemused look.
"Now you look 'ere, Wesley. I don' know nothin' 'bout this relative of yours, but I know more 'bout dragons than any other creature in this 'ere mountain! I think I can be trusted to take care of this little one. Besides, I think 'e likes me. And fer the last time... it's Rubes, not 'agrid. I don' even know what an 'agrid is!" Rubes responded, a matter of fact look on his face as he got up from his laying position, Helios still clinging to his head.
Wesley's eyes widened with disbelief, an almost indignant look on his face. He stomped one cloven hoof hard on the ground, making the giant take a nervous step back, making a rather comical sight had it been seen by a second party. A snort escaped the small, red headed creature, his tie and cloak swinging as he forced a blocking position, as though if he were stopping Rubes from continuing, despite his obvious lacking in size making sure he would be no trouble for the mountain sheep.
"What now?" Rubes asked, his ears flat as he looked down at Wesley.
"Hagrid, if we don't take proper care of this, you could get in trouble! I mean, what if Dumbledore can't help you out like he did with Norbert?"
An utter look of confusion overtook the mountain sheep's face, his eyes blank as he stared down at the smaller goat. After a moment of awkward silence, Rubes stepped over Wesley, not uttering a word, and continued on his way, his jet black eyes still sporting a confused look, but his mouth was now twisted with a sort of grimace that clearly said 'why me?'. As he continued on his way, the bleating of the pale goat followed, angry words being thrown his way about how a dragon was illegal and how he could get fired from his teaching position and worse yet, sent to Azkaban. All of this senseless chatter fascinated the young dragon clenched on Rubes head as he stared down at Wesley, bright emerald eyes shining with curiosity as he wished to hear more of this strange world he had hatched into.
- - - - -
"Hagrid, Hagrid! I think I just saw an owl flying close by! It must have been looking for me. You know my letter of acceptance into Hogwarts should be arriving any day now! Maybe we should stop and set up camp here for a few days, just in case," Wesley beamed, happiness gleaming in his big brown eyes.
"Mrrk?" Helios, now almost as big as Wesley, walked next to the pygmy goat, a confused look on his face.
A whole month had passed since Helios had hatched from the egg, and in that small time, the young dragon had grown quite large in size, as well as much more adventurous. While he had preferred staying on Rubes' head all the time during his first couple weeks of life, he had soon grown to love walking next to the cloven duo, and especially loved hearing Wesley's wisdom on the world of magic he obviously belonged to. According to Wesley, it was illegal for Rubes to keep him as a pet, however, the young dragon saw himself as much more than a pet, and he could tell the giant respected him much more than that as well, treating him with as much respect and kindness as he did Wesley and anyone else they encountered. Wesley, however, tended to be rather nervous when meeting others, quickly telling Helios to hide and not make a sound, as he could get 'Hagrid' in trouble. Afraid to get his beloved giant in danger of any sort, Helios was always happy to comply, skittering away and coming out only when the coast was clear. It made him sad, having to stay away from Rubes for so long sometimes, but as long as the mountain dwelling sheep was safe, he would not complain.
Noticing the confused look the dragon was giving him, Wesley puffed up his chest with pride.
"I come from a long line of wizards, you know, magic users. That is why I know of dragons, like you! Muggles, that is non magic folk, don't know anything about you. That is why we can't let others see you. If they are wizards, Hagrid will get in trouble for keeping you, if they are muggles, it might be an international disaster!"
A gasp of horror escaped Helios, finally understanding the severity of the manner. Distraught, he ran over to Rube's side and clung fiercely to his leg. Looking up, emerald eyes brimming as they were close to tears, he saw Rubes giving Wesley a look full of exasperation. Snorting, the giant took a step forward, careful not to hurt young Helios in the process.
"Now you look 'ere, Wesley. There's no need fer that kin' of talkin' to Helios. Why, yer jus' confusin' the little tyke," the mountain goat bleated, his short stub of a tail giving a slight twitch as he knew those words would probably reach deft ears. "And could ya' please stop callin' me 'agrid? Yer gonna confuse 'im even more if yer keep it up."
Sure enough, Wesley simply beamed up at Rubes, flashing the usual smile he did when he was blissfully ignoring everything his sane companion said to him. Padding up to Helios, the pygmy goat gave him a fierce hug, making the little dragon squee with glee.
"Don't worry, Helios. Hagrid won't let anything happen to you! Besides, I am here to help, too!" he said happily, his ears swiveling as he spoke. Turning a more serious look up at the giant, Wesley continued, resuming what he had said a few minutes earlier. "So, about setting up camp, I thought we could try over there. There seems to be enough food for us all, and it is nice and clear for the owls to see us when they drop their letter. So what do you think, Hagrid?"
"Hagreed!" Helios repeated, waving his hands in the air, proud to have been able to say his name.
"That's right! Hagrid!" Wesley beamed, a goofy smile on his face.
Eyebrow twitching slightly, Rubes hung his head, looking defeated as the goat and dragon looked up at him, waiting for an answer.
"Okay..." Rubes muttered with a resigned, flat voice.
Squealing and running with glee, Helios and Wesley ran to their designated camp area, Rubes close behind, dragging his hoofed legs as he expected a long, senseless week ahead of him.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
