[koegami]

Chicoon are a unique type of dragon somewhere settling between
an Amphithere and a furred Western Dragon!
However that doesnt explain a lot of their weird traits such as their
head wings, long slender neck, large nose, or floating infinity-flame

Trait(s)

SEASONAL crystal edit
uncommon fur
uncommon sclera
uncommon tail edit
uncommon minor wing edit (style) same size as OG!
common eye style edit
common thicker eyebrow spot
common single flame color
common "fang" edit
common tuft
common ear edit

> single color flame
> 2 stripe(s)(rarity)
> "Spring Forest" flame color

owned by: -chirp-

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[Aidoneus]

Username: Aidoneus
Name: Eucharist (you - care - ist)
Gender: GenderFluid

[koegami]

bump!

[hollystar24]

Username:hollystar24
Name:Aztec
Gender:male

[-chirp-]

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--username: -chirp-
--name: rhys
--gender: trans masc
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--he/him
--aromantic
--bisexual
--likes:
----- manipulation
----- spiders/snakes/creepy things
----- forests/night
----- calming music
--dislikes:
----- noise/bright lights
----- water/ocean
----- crowds
----- pity/sympathy/caring
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“do you speak?”

no answer. theres never an answer.

“can you speak?”

hallow eyes bore back at the questioner. of course he could speak. but why would he? why waste time spewing words to someone who would never understand them. understanding and processing words are two different things. this questioner could only process his words. no one can understand them. no one has tried to understand them.

“why don’t you speak?”

ironic. the questioner couldn’t read minds, so of course the stupid question would arise. each questioner asked the same things. same repetitive things. he snorted. a sound that the questioner could process and understand. he was laughing at the pathetic attempts to get him to talk.

“so you have vocal cords.”

it was worded like a question but delivered like a statement. the questioner was learning. good. maybe they could understand one day. if it wasn’t to late. they always swapped the questioners out. when one didn’t get him to speak, another would try. it was boring. how could he be entertained when his entertainment was leaving him. how saddening. a lonely chicoon just trying to have fun.

“. . . lets drive these questions to something else.”

what could the questioner want now.

“can you see?”

oh. this just got interesting. maybe he could toy with this questioner long enough that he wont get swapped out. he tilted his head. his eyes were dark and dead, holing secrets the questioner would never discover. of course he could see. he wouldn't have his secrets if he couldn't. eyes unblinking and almost never moving.

“are you playing games?”

this questioner was smart. that was good. they seemed like the type of animal to listen and learn. but he wanted to continue this game, as the questioner had said, he was playing it, he was in control. he knew the rules. so lets start playing.

“. . . what is your goal?”

strike one. a direct question to the game. a direct question to him. a different one. this questioner had gone farther than any of the other ones. they seemed more confident in their questions. they thought them out before speaking. how smart. how pathetic. he got these questioners down to actually using their brains.

“ok, no answer. typical.”

“. . . ouch.”

for the first time, the questioner was rendered speechless. the chicoon had spoken. no mouth moved, no throat bobbed, it was just a bodiless voice. except it did come from a body. he snorted again and tilted his head, waiting for a response.

“wow. ok. so, did i hurt you feelings? is that all it took?”

strike two. assuming he had feelings and trying to play the game. only he could play the game. only he could understand how it works. but one day, if this curiosity continues, then maybe this questioner would be willing to understand.

“what if i leave?”

what.

“what if i got swapped out with another?”

the questioner smirked. they knew what they were doing. but did he know what they were doing. toying with feelings that he never thought he had. how did his game become their game?

“would you be sad, upset, angry, what? how would the great rhys react to losing a simple questioner?”

he. he didn’t know how to respond. how to act. how had his game backfired onto himself. how had he lost.

“. . . yes.”

the questioner stopped to stare at him. two words had come out during this interrogation. short and simple, but leaving more questions then before. what had he meant by ‘yes’? was he referring to the emotions, or was rhys still in the game. of course he was in the game. he owned the game. but as of now, he was losing the wager. the price of the game was going down and he had no idea how to stop it.

“you’re no longer in control. so answer my questions. directly”

how had he lost. his power was gone, his calm composition was crumbling. he was scrambling to gain control but it was gone. paws reached into empty air and a forgotten dread was swelling. he could feel it. he not only lost, but he got humiliated.

“do you speak?”

the questioner already knew this, why is he still asking?

“can you speak?”

what’s going on?

“why don’t you speak?”

how could he stop this?

“can you see?”

they’re just repeating the same questions as before.

“are you playing games?”

not anymore, his game was lost.

“what is your goal?”

strike three. he could still strike them out. the questioner could be gone.

“what if i leave?”

silence

utter silence

“. . . please don’t leave.”

[gypsum_moon]

Username: Gypsum_Moon
Name: Riddell
Gender: Male

[Succo d'arancia]

Username: Succo d'arancia
Name: Dante
Gender: Male

[koegami]

Bump!

[Foxghost]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔴𝔩 ℑ𝔫 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

Username: Rosemoon
Name: Victor Killingsby
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Hometown: Somewhere wandering the woodland mountainside of New Hampshire, U.S.A.
Occupation: None
Mother Tongue: An Unknown language, almost animalistic
Living Space: Moves from place to place, never stays in one place long, but will try to stay within caves.



Likes: Raw beef, the night, the sounds of running natural water, owls, dogs
Dislikes: Humans, pouring rain, snow, loud sounds of the city, bears
Habits: Chews on bones, bites nails
Allergies: Silver
Quirks: Squeaks when sneezes, ears all stand erect when thinking
Fears: Being perceived, large crowds, rejection, bears
Weaknesses: Rain slows him down, gets cold very easily, paranoid
Strengths: Very fast, very strong, very focused
Accent: Deep southern USA
Hobbies: Feeding small animals and whittling



Credit:
Graveyard Pixel Divider
Canine Footprint Divider

[koegami]

ends tomorrow!