Mystica(Wolf vs. Dragon RP)*NEEDS MEMBERS!!*

[Battikoda ←]

((does anybody do horse RP?))

[Angry.Jackal]

{Can I have a small recap?}

Tide hide in the bushes, flicking his ears. The poor hybrid! His green eyes showed he was worried.

a baby dragon hatched and they felt like killing something so they went to hunt some hybrids.

[Bast]

(I DO!)
Martyr smacked her head hard and picked her up, flying back. He reached the cage and opened it, throwing her in there and resealing it with a mental command.

[Angry.Jackal]

bump :3

[Fat Unicorn]

~:Dragon:~
Username: Satan
Name: Isetya {of the Devil's Offspring}
Gender: Male
Picture or Description: Isetya's scales are the light shade of blue, although his scales heavily hint towards being a bit white. His wings, however, are white at the very tips, along with the spikes embedded in the tough skin. His orbs are the dark, murky colour of a emerald, reflecting the sunlight at odd times and making them appear lighter than they really are.
History(optional): Isetya was breed, born, and raised to fight and deeply despise all that who angers him through utter neglect he had suffered at a young age. He was harshly treated from the day he was born, being the runt of the litter, abandoned and often left out of treats or activities his parents had given/set to his other siblings. And this has turned a switch in the dragon, making him turn into a path full of continuous evil that he shall never emerge from. He, in general, was made into a monster through neglect of his parents and siblings. And so rage and frustration built up in him throughout the years, until he could not bear the heavy weight of his burden no longer. His temperament slipped, and all rational thinking deserted his mind as he tried to murder his oldest sibling, Havvon, {which shall be brought in later} in cold blood. And so, his parents have fled with the rest of his kin {along with Havvon}, although Isetya begged them to stay, to love him instead, to never turn a eyelid towards the other kin. {other RPers may RP his family if they wish. :3}
Mate: None, seeing as he doesn't exactly want one at the moment.
Crush: Sees them as a potential waste of time, but if he falls, he falls. {This shall be filled in}
Hatchlings: None, as he is committed to
Type of dragon (good or evil?): Evil, no less no more.
Personality: Isetya's general temperament is hard and cold, in overall, forbidding. He despises the company of obnoxious males, of whom he shall call 'leeches'. He is very suspicious, often lashing out on unstable grounds of accusation. Isetya would much rather the company of male to female, due to the thoughts he has been taught of females being inferior to males.
Rank: High Hunter
Other: -

[Battikoda ←]

(speak of the devil! C=) Iggy,bored wandered away from his nest.
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Velika flew like it was the end of the world. She wanted to get as far away from danger as possible.
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Moonsong stood in front of Moon in her demon form. "I will not be challenged"She growled,almost doubled in size.

[Battikoda ←]

((well? does anybody like horses? I have a new RP that is open....))

[Angry.Jackal]

(accepted...... :3) Moon fleed to the cage. "Toture them, to the brink of death, then let them go so we can catch them again later. Moon flew to her rock and roared, "Hybrids!! If you want to see them, come now. Martyr is going to torure them if you want to watch. Frost, Honey, you stay here to watch Iggy please." She flew back to the cage.

[Battikoda ←]

((gtg,might be on tomorrow))

[Fat Unicorn]

((Shet, I like horses.. anyone who knows *coughs* I mean, who will know me needs to know that. XD))

:~Hybrid~:
Username: Satan
Name: Ares (of the Seven Seas)
Gender: Male
Picture or Description: Ares has a pelt of a light black, but it isn't gray, due to a bit of a gene mix up. His eyes are a light emerald with hazel flicks.
Demon Form: When Ares is a demon, a subtle rage takes over completely, and his pelt turns into a this colour, and his eyes turn an immediate blood red. His claws are curved, and are as sharp as you could ever wish them to be. They are a light orange colour, at about this hue.
History(optional): Ares was bred from a kin of dragon, although his siblings turned out to be dragons instead of Hybrids. He was immediately isolated, and raised by a Elder wolf, who soon passed away after Ares had just turned old enough to protect himself. Ever since, he has been looking for his own kind. {sorry for the sucky history. :s}
Mate: Open, but not fully.
Crush: -
Children: None, seeing as no female in her right mind would mate with him.
Wing Type(bat or feather?): Bat.
Personality: Ares is generally calm and laid-back, but once you have dealt him an insult, he shall see to it he has his revenge taken against you. He has a long fuse, and doesn't often strike out unless provoked.
Other: -

((Kay, I'll draft up something for Isetya tomorrow.))