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[Darkminnow]

Please do not post unless you are me or ~Frosted~,
thank you!

[AztecAesthetic]

Breed: Mystical
Name: Moral Defite
Gender: Female
Age: Dragon yrs 30, Human yrs 20
Height: 20'8
Weight: 504 lbs

A mystical dragon is a very harsh breed, it doesn't like to be messed with and hates when people fight them. They like there family and friends but hates everyone else. Mystical dragons are very quick and are stealth.

[Darkminnow]

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Name;; Cyanide Uladerie
Gender;; Male
Age;; Dragon yrs;; 30 1/2
Height;; 20 ft., 9 3/4 in.
Traits;; Loyal, cunning, ignorant, curious, short-tempered
Appearance;; Cyanide is an electric-green
dragon with blazing golden eyes and sharp spikes
along his back of the same color. His scales are hard
like rock, and he is definitely considered a warrior.

I'm a bit busy rn, but I'll probably fancy it up later.

[AztecAesthetic]

Moral was having a great playing with friends and family, on of her favorite passed times was to play with her family and friends, Shooting flames and magic at targets, "what are we having for dinner?" she asked her mother as she slowed stomped over to her.

[Darkminnow]

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Cyanide Uladerie was born to a softhearted mother and a poor father. His sisters, Alite and Radion, were too young to help earn money, but Cyanide liked to spend his free time doing just that. Today, he was going to help a neighboring dragon clean their lair before their new egg hatched. He spread his wings and brought them down fast, lifting himself into the air. He glided around for a few minutes, racking his brain to try and remember the directions to the lair.

Fifteen minutes later, Cyanide was entering a crack in the face of a large boulder. "Mr. Jonks?" Cyanide called, entering the dusty hollowed-out rock. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and a nest of dark green moss sat in the corner, holding a single egg. "Um, Mr. Jonks...?" Cyanide muttered, walking further into the lair.

[AztecAesthetic]

"It's Mud Boulders!" Her mother exclaimed, Mud Boulders were Morals favorite dish in the Dragon Kingdom, nothing could at rule it. She saw Cyanide flying by and yelled out 'Hey Cyanide, watcha doing today?" She didn't get an answer, he just flew on by.

[Darkminnow]

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Cyanide, oblivious to the fact that Moral had called for him earlier, continued searching the lair. "Mr. Jonks said he would be here..." Cyanide murmured. "I wonder..." He looked at the wall and saw long scratch marks. "W-Wyvern claws? But, Mr. Jonks is a dragon..." Cyanide hurried out of the lair. What did this mean? Did a group of Wyverns attack Mr. Jonks? No, they wouldn't... Why would they need to? But all evidence pointed to Wyverns... Cyanide rushed out of the lair and began to lift into the sky.

[AztecAesthetic]

Moral saw Cyanide flying so he took off into the sky to talk to him, "Hey, what's going on?" She asked him impatiently as he flew in circles. He kept looking down at the ground, because he was afraid of heights, even though he is a dragon that doesn't mean he is afraid of things.

[Darkminnow]

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Cyanide looked at Moral nervously. "Mr. Jonks has been attacked." He said, flapping his wings hard. "I was supposed to go and help clean up his house before his egg is hatched, but he isn't there and there are claw marks..." He changed his voice to a whisper, "Wyvern claw marks... on the wall. What if a Wyvern took him?"

[AztecAesthetic]

Moral spun to the ground unconscious realizing what could of actually happened to him. His wings grew straight and his legs were stiff, nothing would move. a massive thump spread throughout the land.