Last of Your Kind (Dragon Roleplay) **ACCEPTING**

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan whimpered and lowered his head, his tail dragging on the ground.

[ghostie..]

Jackson
No, but see him. He replies, following the hatchling.

Sythr
"Foalan, we do not harm other hatchlings." She scolded, lifting him up on her back.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan whimpered. "I thought she was going to attack me.." He squeaked.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

Cernuus

Good. He said to Jackson, then turned on Foalan, his tails twitching. "Illumina is a light dragon! She wouldn't hurt a soul!"

[ghostie..]

Sythr
She hushed Cernuus with a look; turning to Foalan. "Sweetheart, we're all friends here. You don't need to worry."

Jackson
"Felmun, come down here." He called up at the hatchling.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan nodded slowly. "What about the ones who killed daddy...? They're not friends.."

[ghostie..]

Sythr
"That was a misunderstanding." She said, softly and touched her nose to his head.

[<Terminal March>]

Faolan nodded slowly and looked back to the cave where his father lay in eternal sleep, he whimpered and looked down.

[QUITTING! BYE!]

(I'll go ahead and make a form for Jonathan. :P)

Username: DramaDouble
Name: Jonathan
Gender: Male
Appearance (Description or Picture):
Age: 18
Crush: N/A
Husband/Wife: N/A
Children: N/A
History: Not much to tell, he is an elf, born and raised in the Southern Countries. He took a trip to Aemorniel's kingdom one day, got to know her, and became friends with her. He joined in on her revolt against the king, convinced that his rule was unfair. He was taking care of Elrohir one day, pretending to work for the king, when Aemorniel came running towards him, sobbing with fright. He immediately knew what was happening when he heard the guard's shouts and gave the reins to Elrohir so she could get away. As punishment for this act, he was forced to fight in the King's army.
Other: N/A

Felmun

He squealed in protest, sniffing around the rock. "What?" He chirped, circling the top. "What! What?" He looked down at Jackson expectantly, wanting the symbols on the rock to be translated.

[ghostie..]

Jackson
He sighs and touches the stone, looking over the symbols. "Where the War started, and many lives were lost. May this place serve as a sanctuary for as long as this stone shall stand." He translated.