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oh my, what a furry little dragon Wyrmling [common]!

tell me... what is this guy's favorite toy or game, and why?
do they like to play hide-n-seek? or maybe they just play with rocks?
(↑these are just examples, of course! ^^)

you have 500 words! extras are allowed, but they will not affect the judging!

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ends: dec. 15. at CS rollover!

won by: Keen

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Name: Dar
Gender: Male
Prompt:
Dar is a simple fellow; hide and seek is fun, too, but this guy really just likes to roll down really big hills!
His legs go flying, his thick fur whirls to make him look like an extra large puffball, and all the grass and mud he collects in his downhill excursions just make him want to do it all over again. He especially loves to roll when the weather has cleared enough but the ground is soft and soggy, making him resemble more of a swamp beast when he gets back up than anything.

[Wandering Spirit]

Username: Resonate-Chaos
Name: Holi
Gender: Male
Prompt: Holi is a big softy, he absolutely adores tag and hide and seek. He loves tge thrill of waiting to be found, or the thrill of being chased!

[Ravenshadow17]

Username: Ravenshadow17
Name: Ever
Gender: Male
Prompt: Ever, short for Evergreen loves to climb or fly to the tallest tree he can find. Once he's there he perches on a high branch and watches the sky. The game is to find the most interesting shaped cloud and create a story from it that he can then go and tell the younger wyrmlings. It's his favorite thing to do. He loves how they look at him with wide, excited eyes as he spins tales of magic, mischief, and far away places.

[Keen]

Username: Keen
Name: Foley (elf-given name)
Gender: Male
Prompt:

*crackle*
*whiz*
*pop*
*pomph*

The small dragon tilted his head, green hair falling over his eyes. He adjusted the last item in the line in front of him and then tried again.

*crackle*
*whiz*
*pop*
*boom*

There, that was better! He grinned a toothy smile and set about finding more items to add to his collection. He hopped a bit in excitement. He loved making sound effects with whatever he could find. He wandered over the mountain forest all day just to find the exact right item. It might be a bottle, a particularly large mushroom, or a pine cone. It didn't matter; if he could make it make noise, he wanted it. As he stepped out of his den, he looked up into the sky, as he did every morning. There was still no sign of his mother. She had been gone for so long now... He had started out just going out to look for her every day, but after a while, it became a search for things to do while he waited for her. He had found a bottle the first time, and when he heard the clink it made when he accidentally kicked a stone lightly against it, he decided to find more like them. That transformed into finding as many types of sounds as he could, filling his den with what others might call "junk". True, it was cluttered and full almost to bursting, but the small dragon loved it. He didn't feel quite as alone when surrounded by his music, and the sound kept him company. He was sure that his mother would make him move his hoard when she returned, otherwise there would be no room for her in their den, but until then he would keep himself occupied with his music and sounds.

- - -
Years Later
- - -

The blue sky was yet again empty as the shaggy dragonling stepped out of his den and looked up. It had become a habit by this point. He had been alone for so long that he now suspected that his mother wasn't coming back. He tried not to think about it; he didn't like the feeling in his stomach. He glanced back at his home, at his collection of instruments. It had grown so large that the items were now scattered around the entrance to the cave, and even further away up the nearby hill.

He had filled this up and now again was out of space. He walked slowly to the top of the hill and picked up some of his instruments that he'd left there. He began to play a sad melody with them, expressing his innermost emotions through them. He looked up at a different kind of sound. Standing not twenty feet away was a young elf with her mouth hanging open. Their eyes met, his blue to her golden, and he couldn't look away. The dragon felt a shift, and knew his world was about to change.

- - -

(494/500)

Extra 1: After

Lights glared in Foley's eyes as he squinted across the wooden platform to the other side, where his dearest friend stood. Elyon held a rope in her slender hands and looked over at the dragon, smiling. She nodded to him and pulled the rope. Next to them, the heavy red curtains slowly pulled apart, allowing them to see out to the other side. A large crowd of people sat in a room, all in rows, waiting to see what happened on stage. Even though he'd been doing this with Elyon for years, and by himself for years before that, Foley still always felt nervous at the start of each performance. The human and elf actors and actresses moved out onto the stage, playing out their roles admirably. On each of his cues, Foley completed his own role: fire crackling, thunder booming, dogs barking. Whatever sound was needed, Foley could produce. He had a large collection of items in front of him, from a large drum to a small sheet of metal. He was able to make them all do as he pleased, and he'd had a lot of practice doing it.
The hobby started out as a game he'd played to keep himself company as a very young, lonely dragon. He loved sounds and music, and loved being able to make them himself. Working with his friend just made it all the sweeter, and the applause of the audience was icing on his sweet roll.
He shook his hair out of his eyes as he grinned over at Elyon, the crowd's cheers and claps resounding within him. She beamed back at him, loving how pleased her friend was. She had been worried he wouldn't like town life, but he had taken to it with joy and wonder.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Prompt:

HE DOES THE ROCK BALANCE THING AND LEAVES THEM FOR OTHER DERGS TO FIND. RLY EMOTIONAL, SO PPL PURPOSELY KNOCKING THEM DOWN MAKES HIM SAD.

[Remini]

Username:
Remini

Name:
Timber

Gender:
Male

Prompt:
"Oh Timber, not again!" A somewhat disappointed chuckle erupted from an small elderly lady. Timber looked up at her, eyes covered by his extra head fluff, and swished his big puffed up tail mischievously. His soft blue eyes peeked out from under the green jacket of fur, and his eyes bore the classic puppy dog grin. He knew he was not supposed to, but his favorite game of all time is trying to see how much stuff he could hide before his master can discover him! He hides blankets, pillows, snacks, drinks (which sometimes leave behind a trail of spillage...), toothbrushes, coats, shoes, socks, almost anything you can imagine! He will hide them all around the small cottage, on ceiling lights, under furniture, in the dressers, in the hood of a jacket, he even hides certain items in other hidden items! Once his sweet lady discovers half of her stuff is missing, he proudly walks her around and takes everything back out of where it was hidden for her. Her other animals are not spared from this game, he sneaks the cats toys and hides them, as well as some of her dogs treats and toys. Maybe it stems from his ancient dragon heritage... dragons tend to be hoarders, right?

[FluffyBirdie]

Username: FluffyBirdie
Name: Stor
Gender: male
Prompt:

Stor is banned from hide-and-seek, since with his green fur and spotted limbs, he blends perfectly with logs and the surrounding grass. It wasn't fun anyway, as people never find him in the end. So he plays his second favourite game, which luckily is a common game with his peers - a race, with a twist! He and his friends determine the boundaries of their game, and then race to see who could reach the cliff face that marks the end. They had to grab a flower that only grows on the steep surface, and return to win. The twist was that anyone was permitted to steal the flower, so it involved strategy as well, with some flying straight for the flower and others lingering by the start, waiting to ambush any with the flower. Stor's usual tactic was to fly for the flower, then return carefully on land, relying on his appearance as a disguise. It became harder to pull off as his friends learned his plan, but that made it more thrilling - he had to sneak past them and attempt to trick them into leaving, or looking elsewhere. The more the merrier - more dragons to avoid, more strategies to think up. The game would eventually became a big fight and the flower would be crushed in the chaos, but everyone already forgot the goal the moment any brawl started.

[minifun990]

Username: minifun990
Name: tbn
Gender: Female
Prompt: tell me... what is this guy's favorite toy or game, and why?

[MySpoons]

Username: MySpoons
Name: "Winter Spruce Spook" [legend name, local cryptid]
Gender: Female

This section of the forest was hers, all hers. From the sparsely wooded fields that abruptly end due to human's carving out space for those domesticated creatures like cattle and sheep, to the edge of the roaring river only a mile deep into the forest. She doesn't claim the roads, long ago have learned that those who terrorize the travelers end up with bad fates. All these humanoids have such weird behaviors! It's a fun game to play alone-- and she doesn't need to ask anyone else to play!

This unnamed wyrmling-- unnamed as most things are in the forest who don't have families that stick around-- spends her spare time people-watching. When she isn't hunting or digging or searching for food, her appearance camouflages her well among the undergrowth near the road. Not too close, mind you. She doesn't want to risk getting trampled or discovered by creatures that have noses good enough to smell her.

When she people watches, sturdy limbs get folded under her, her baby wings get tucked under the fluff. She snuggles into a spot in the ground, looking a lot like an old gnarled tree stump or a particularly mossy rock. Then she stares, sharp blue eyes peering between the hair flopping over her forehead.

The road is the best part of her territory! The edge of the forest didn't have nearly enough humanoid activity to entertain the curious wyrmling, not like the well-populated road. The citizens of Meld, the town she lives next to, are familiar faces to her. Their schedules are usually predicable and she can follow along with the merchants returning home with empty or heavy carts, or the farmers moving their livestock herds from the fields that butt up against her forest to the inner town markets. Spotting an unfamiliar face is exciting and captivating! Sometimes the travelers are busy and nice-looking, or lonely and scraggly. One time there was even a large group of armed men chasing someone from Meld from the main road and into the night. That was very interesting to watch!

With her favorite game, though, came the creation of the local legends explaining the odd sensation of eyes watching those in the forest, the occasional rustle of sound or flicker of movement when she settles into a more comfortable position. It is hard to make her out when she stops moving among the vegetation. Some call her a small rock troll, a new undiscovered shy species. Or a really old fairy or sprite. Some of the more dramatic retellings of sightings name her as the spirit of the forest, angry at the encroachment to her territory. No one's guessed the Spook of Winter Spruce Forest is just a bored wyrmling.

No one really bothers looking for her though, 'cuz she doesn't do anything to the inhabitants and travelers to Meld. All this extra activity because of the winter festival, though, is such a treat for her!

If she's not careful, she'll end up discovered!

[499/500]