Invite Only~
Fighting for your freedom among scattered skies, all life is lost, the sky's shaking with dapples of storm clouds. There are evil and friendly, different elements of the skies shake balances and forces. You are a Dragon. Fighting for that is all that matters.
You're invited...'
StarHorse
Angel of Berlin
Athenian Dragon
Tbow
Radium Soul
Don't ask!! Unless you're specifically on my friends list and we both know it! PM me about it if this is the case.
Um...I'm pretty sure we all know the basic rules, right? And let's make this a mythology, a magic, mysterious game that plays into what our creativity side lets out. Just have fun with it. Like the Moon Fox.
Hey, guys who are invited, just tel me if you think we should have this in Fantasy-humaniod, for public, so we can meet new friends XD I was thinking about it myself and I was like "Nah, we've had too many incidents with that..."
Um there is one rule we sometimes forget~Checking back every 3 days to reply, AND The most important one!! Having fun!
The dragons
Each can have one major elemental dragon (You dont have to have any of these)
played by Hawky
Citrine
~I'm working on his ref~
Gender:
Male
Element:
Heat, fire, solar flares, flaming paws
Personality:
Citrine is the type that doesn't really care anymore and survives by himself. He dislikes opening up to anyone, and would rather curl up in a corner and shed rather than pour his worries so he can self-pity. Citrine is not an aimless drifter though; he has one strong wonder of his very soul, to find out what causes your heart to beat and how the universe came to be. He will find friends on his way, and find it does help to have someone there to just carry you on when you're flailing.
History:
An explosion impacted on Earth's atmosphere. This was a huge one. It carried through the atsomphere, which sometimes will occur. The solar flare expanded through the sky, burning the skies, until it curled like a shadow of a wing. Bursting out of the fire, twirling with eyes full of flame, shot Citrine. His handsome mane flew out behind him like which of solar winds, his fangs were white and pure as ice. He had no wings, just the power of wind. (If that makes any sense..)
Motto
"Trapped in shadows."
played by Athenian Dragon
Minerva Pallas Moonflight
Species: Wolf dragon
Gender: Female
Zodiac Sign:
Ophiuchus
Elemental Powers:
Does the ability to shift atoms count?
Personality:
Minerva is a bit shy and reserved at times, but is friendly with those she knows well- although, she does not make friends easily most of the time. She is very caring and gentle; always willing to help even if the task could affect her own plans. Around strangers, though, she can be a bit awkward in conversation, and often fears that they are bored by what she has to say. Minerva's quite cautious about doing things, always liking to plan things out before taking action.
Often she drifts into reveries, simply sitting in the grass, staring into space, and thinking about things- the topics she thinks about vary broadly, so it's rather hard to describe that. She believes strongly in respecting all others.
Minerva loves all children, and feels the smaller ones are easier to make friends with.
She generally likes things that are...creative. Those who know her describe her as kind, but sometimes quirky and eccentric; she has a good sense of humor, but only around her friends.
Um, sure, I guess you could say she has an overactive imagination. She seems very bubbly and optimistic on the exterior.
But, in truth, she hides a lot of sadness. She doesn't tell anyone, and I don't think she'll tell you at the moment.
History:
The night was cold and unforgiving. Snow and hail drove mercilessly down upon the den under a dead birch tree where a mother wolf dragon shivered. The biting wind seemed to reach all corners, even the deepest, of the den, blowing right through the bones of the mother dragon, and she howled as a sudden gust of wind carried wet snow into the den.
The blizzard had struck suddenly upon the loner as she trotted through the unforgiving Swiss Alps- the worst place to be in winter- and in desperation she had searched for a den. It wasn't much, but she'd found a small buildup of rocks on the side of the mountain, and had to make do before the hail began to rain down. To make things worse, she was about to have hatchlings.
The large white dragon glided over the snowy fields, on the trail of a strange scent. A male nomad looking for a place to settle down and die peacefully, he had originated from a very tiny subspecies of the common wolf dragon that existed in Iceland (they liked the warmth of the volcanoes) and the Alps were on his flight path. He'd heard about their beauty and wanted to see them for himself; however, the blizzard of the other night had delayed his access. Now, the sun shone bright in the clear, cold sky, warming his pale scales. Ah! There it was, stronger than before! He landed and snuffled at the snow, and noticed paw prints. The dragon who had created them must have been tired, because the paw prints were close together and dragged out, as if it had been limping or shuffling. With a snort, the male dragon ran a bit faster now, following the paw prints, until he reached a pile of boulders. Looking around, he noticed some brown bear tracks, and quickly he squeezed into the little cave that the boulders made.
He gasped at what he saw. A bloody female dragon, leg bent at an unnatural angle, lay on the ground next to a brown bear, which was just as bloody. Both appeared to be breathing, but the male dragon needed to eliminate the first threat. Quickly he clamped his jaws around the bear, and it died without struggling. Then he focused his attention on the female dragon, ears pricking as a low whimpering sound reached his ears. "Save my child," cried the female hoarsely, lifting her tail to reveal not one, but three hatchlings. "Hatchling?" echoed the Warrior. There were three...but two were stillborn. There was one still alive, whining and yelping as it was exposed to the cold. It was a little dark gray pup with tiny blue markings. "Please!" whispered the female, trying in vain to wag her tail and show she was friendly. From the amount of old blood splattered around the cave, it was evident that her leg had been broken before she had encountered the brown bear, and her condition before that must have been very poor indeed. The male dragon looked at the female, then picked up the hatchling by the scruff. Squeezing back outside, he deposited it on the boulders.
The female didn't look like she would live. She was worthy of a quick death. Swiftly the male dragon bent down and crushed her jugular, and backed away quickly as air and blood whooshed out of it. Then, he walked outside, and pushed boulders over the opening. It was as much of a burial as he could give her, as there was no place for a burial anywhere near here besides this.
The male dragon bent down at looked at the hatchling, straight into its eyes. It whined pitifully. Sighing, he picked it up and continued on his way.
Motto:
"Live life until you die."
played by Radium Soul
Ciren
Drake - Male
Water everything around that
He is a very silent dragon. He doesn't really talk and he is almost muted. Ciren is more than intelligent. If he ever told he real age, it would be a shock to his smarts. He makes mistakes of course and has his moments but really inside it's just a little different than everyone else's. He isn't shy, although he would most likely he in the shadows and by the water. He would sore for miles if his wings didn't get tired. He loves his freedom and won't ever let that one thing be taken away from him, no hunters, not catering, no anything like that. Ciren will do his best at anything he has to. He is very protective and hates it when he doesn't succeed at it.
Like most dragons, he hatched from his egg when he wanted to (read that a dragon can do that in Eragon) Then just had many experiences until the day that is now.
"Must follow, must know."
Just ask for a form if you seirously need one, but last time it was a total free-for-all, just-go-for-it . I liked it like that. Kind of miss it XD
Fighting for your freedom among scattered skies, all life is lost, the sky's shaking with dapples of storm clouds. There are evil and friendly, different elements of the skies shake balances and forces. You are a Dragon. Fighting for that is all that matters.
You're invited...'
StarHorse
Angel of Berlin
Athenian Dragon
Tbow
Radium Soul
Don't ask!! Unless you're specifically on my friends list and we both know it! PM me about it if this is the case.
Um...I'm pretty sure we all know the basic rules, right? And let's make this a mythology, a magic, mysterious game that plays into what our creativity side lets out. Just have fun with it. Like the Moon Fox.
Hey, guys who are invited, just tel me if you think we should have this in Fantasy-humaniod, for public, so we can meet new friends XD I was thinking about it myself and I was like "Nah, we've had too many incidents with that..."
Um there is one rule we sometimes forget~Checking back every 3 days to reply, AND The most important one!! Having fun!
The dragons
Each can have one major elemental dragon (You dont have to have any of these)
played by Hawky
Citrine
~I'm working on his ref~
Gender:
Male
Element:
Heat, fire, solar flares, flaming paws
Personality:
Citrine is the type that doesn't really care anymore and survives by himself. He dislikes opening up to anyone, and would rather curl up in a corner and shed rather than pour his worries so he can self-pity. Citrine is not an aimless drifter though; he has one strong wonder of his very soul, to find out what causes your heart to beat and how the universe came to be. He will find friends on his way, and find it does help to have someone there to just carry you on when you're flailing.
History:
An explosion impacted on Earth's atmosphere. This was a huge one. It carried through the atsomphere, which sometimes will occur. The solar flare expanded through the sky, burning the skies, until it curled like a shadow of a wing. Bursting out of the fire, twirling with eyes full of flame, shot Citrine. His handsome mane flew out behind him like which of solar winds, his fangs were white and pure as ice. He had no wings, just the power of wind. (If that makes any sense..)
Motto
"Trapped in shadows."
played by Athenian Dragon
Minerva Pallas Moonflight
Species: Wolf dragon
Gender: Female
Zodiac Sign:
Ophiuchus
Elemental Powers:
Does the ability to shift atoms count?
Personality:
Minerva is a bit shy and reserved at times, but is friendly with those she knows well- although, she does not make friends easily most of the time. She is very caring and gentle; always willing to help even if the task could affect her own plans. Around strangers, though, she can be a bit awkward in conversation, and often fears that they are bored by what she has to say. Minerva's quite cautious about doing things, always liking to plan things out before taking action.
Often she drifts into reveries, simply sitting in the grass, staring into space, and thinking about things- the topics she thinks about vary broadly, so it's rather hard to describe that. She believes strongly in respecting all others.
Minerva loves all children, and feels the smaller ones are easier to make friends with.
She generally likes things that are...creative. Those who know her describe her as kind, but sometimes quirky and eccentric; she has a good sense of humor, but only around her friends.
Um, sure, I guess you could say she has an overactive imagination. She seems very bubbly and optimistic on the exterior.
But, in truth, she hides a lot of sadness. She doesn't tell anyone, and I don't think she'll tell you at the moment.
History:
The night was cold and unforgiving. Snow and hail drove mercilessly down upon the den under a dead birch tree where a mother wolf dragon shivered. The biting wind seemed to reach all corners, even the deepest, of the den, blowing right through the bones of the mother dragon, and she howled as a sudden gust of wind carried wet snow into the den.
The blizzard had struck suddenly upon the loner as she trotted through the unforgiving Swiss Alps- the worst place to be in winter- and in desperation she had searched for a den. It wasn't much, but she'd found a small buildup of rocks on the side of the mountain, and had to make do before the hail began to rain down. To make things worse, she was about to have hatchlings.
The large white dragon glided over the snowy fields, on the trail of a strange scent. A male nomad looking for a place to settle down and die peacefully, he had originated from a very tiny subspecies of the common wolf dragon that existed in Iceland (they liked the warmth of the volcanoes) and the Alps were on his flight path. He'd heard about their beauty and wanted to see them for himself; however, the blizzard of the other night had delayed his access. Now, the sun shone bright in the clear, cold sky, warming his pale scales. Ah! There it was, stronger than before! He landed and snuffled at the snow, and noticed paw prints. The dragon who had created them must have been tired, because the paw prints were close together and dragged out, as if it had been limping or shuffling. With a snort, the male dragon ran a bit faster now, following the paw prints, until he reached a pile of boulders. Looking around, he noticed some brown bear tracks, and quickly he squeezed into the little cave that the boulders made.
He gasped at what he saw. A bloody female dragon, leg bent at an unnatural angle, lay on the ground next to a brown bear, which was just as bloody. Both appeared to be breathing, but the male dragon needed to eliminate the first threat. Quickly he clamped his jaws around the bear, and it died without struggling. Then he focused his attention on the female dragon, ears pricking as a low whimpering sound reached his ears. "Save my child," cried the female hoarsely, lifting her tail to reveal not one, but three hatchlings. "Hatchling?" echoed the Warrior. There were three...but two were stillborn. There was one still alive, whining and yelping as it was exposed to the cold. It was a little dark gray pup with tiny blue markings. "Please!" whispered the female, trying in vain to wag her tail and show she was friendly. From the amount of old blood splattered around the cave, it was evident that her leg had been broken before she had encountered the brown bear, and her condition before that must have been very poor indeed. The male dragon looked at the female, then picked up the hatchling by the scruff. Squeezing back outside, he deposited it on the boulders.
The female didn't look like she would live. She was worthy of a quick death. Swiftly the male dragon bent down and crushed her jugular, and backed away quickly as air and blood whooshed out of it. Then, he walked outside, and pushed boulders over the opening. It was as much of a burial as he could give her, as there was no place for a burial anywhere near here besides this.
The male dragon bent down at looked at the hatchling, straight into its eyes. It whined pitifully. Sighing, he picked it up and continued on his way.
Motto:
"Live life until you die."
played by Radium Soul
Ciren
Drake - Male
Water everything around that
He is a very silent dragon. He doesn't really talk and he is almost muted. Ciren is more than intelligent. If he ever told he real age, it would be a shock to his smarts. He makes mistakes of course and has his moments but really inside it's just a little different than everyone else's. He isn't shy, although he would most likely he in the shadows and by the water. He would sore for miles if his wings didn't get tired. He loves his freedom and won't ever let that one thing be taken away from him, no hunters, not catering, no anything like that. Ciren will do his best at anything he has to. He is very protective and hates it when he doesn't succeed at it.
Like most dragons, he hatched from his egg when he wanted to (read that a dragon can do that in Eragon) Then just had many experiences until the day that is now.
"Must follow, must know."
Just ask for a form if you seirously need one, but last time it was a total free-for-all, just-go-for-it . I liked it like that. Kind of miss it XD
