[doubleArrows]

>.> kay, actually i DO want it.

[Africa.]

Adoption Application
Your name: Feyria (Call me Fey ^^ )
Dragon's name: Lark (Light + Dark)
Dragon's strength: Health
Dragon's weakness: Defense
Story:

I am the tortured, I am the worshiped, I am the invisible, I am the center of attention.

Who had ever said that a beaten beast couldn't be beautiful? Who had ever said that Light and Dark would never fall in love? Whoever spoke these words, they were so, terribly wrong...

The figure of a new father moved forward through the eerily calm night, his midnight black body only making the darkness seem denser as he slowly crept closer to the small, sqeeking creature as she opened her eyes, two yellow slits that broke the smooth, silent night.
There was a small hiccough; the newly named Mother was weeping at her daughters side, pain striking through her chest. "Is... Is she as we had guessed?" The male of Dark gazed at the snow white female before him, her body lighting up the night just as the eyes of their daughter. Of course, he knew the answer, by the seering pain in her eyes as she looked back into his, but he just had to hold on to the last strand of possibility...
"Yes. Yes, she is. Our daughter has carried on both of our signs. Our only daughter... She will be tortured." The tears in her silvery eyes were like glittering crystals as they slid down her cheeks, one by one. The entire forest seemed to have held its breath at that moment, as though the world fell silent, and the two dragons, one of Light and one of Dark, stead there, staring back at eachother, their poor daughter lying between them.

I am the beaten beast, as I lay pushed up against the wall of a cliff, chained down as tails came down like whips upon my back. Other dragons, pure-blooded and mighty, enjoyed using me as their way of training for battles, for murders.
As night draws near, dusk falls upon the forest, sending a chill through the air, the dragons release me from my clutches of heavy chains, letting me roam the lands. You'd think they were crazy, setting me free and thinking I'd come back, but they were completely right. See, I had tried escaping, long ago. But even flight, the wind being whisked away into new territories, wasn't enough to throw them off. They tracked me, they whipped me, they nearly killed me.
WIP