Name:Pastille
Nicknames:Pastie, Passie, Pas.
Gender:Male
Personality:Pas has a bit of a complex about the pink in his coat, seeing as many of the other Jellybean Dragons in his clutch would often tease him about it. However, he is quite fond of his coat and likes to be different, believing it makes him easily distinguishable from the other dragons. He tends to be very talkative, chatting about anything and everything as long as someone will listen. If all of the other dragons have tired of his eternal chatter and retire to their beds for a nap, he can often be found talking to himself or inanimate objects, including rocks, twigs, trees and, by far the strangest yet, potatoes. He likes to be around others, however, so he may sometimes stop talking to lay down beside one of his sleeping companions.
Likes:Pas likes several things, including talking, playing tag with the other dragons, chasing anything that moves and pouncing on shadows. When he isn't running around like a headless chook, he is either regaining his energy by sleeping, often rolling around and grunting as he rests, or he is doing something artistic. He will often be found building modernistic sculptures out of feathers, mud, twigs, leaves and pebbles. To show that he cares for someone he will present to them a piece of bark with a painting on it, the paints made from the juices of wild berries and tree sap. He is very proud of his artistic talents and will jump at any chance to show them off.
Dislikes:Pas has a hatred of rainy or cold weather. All the rain does for him is keep him away from his beloved outdoor activities and make his coat all heavy and cold. He will sulk during thunderstorms, one of the rare occasions where he stops talking, and curl up in a corner of his den with his tail cured tightly around his legs. He also has an irrational fear of Christmas beetles, because he hates the feeling of them when they get tangled in his coat and wriggle around. If he sees a Christmas Beetle he will scramble ungracefully up the nearest tree trunk and stay up there until someone gives him the all-clear.
Why You want this JBD:I've been wanting a JBD for a while, and I have tried out for one before but didn't get it. This disheartened me, and so I gave up on these adoptables for a while. Then I came across Pastille's design on the oekaki boards and immediately fell in love. I adore his soft, pastel coloured design, as it has a gentle feeling to it. He reminds me of a warm spring morning, kind of, which relaxes me.
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Story:Pastille growled softly as he turned his back to a group of dragons, who just laughed at his annoyance. The leader of them, the head bully, smirked and left his friends, going around to sit in front of their victim and continue to mock him.
"Aw. Poor little Pinky Pas is too much of a wimp to stand up for himself." The copper-coloured dragon jeered. His friends encouraged him, laughing and grinning with insane pleasure at the little dragon's vunerability. Pastille bared his teeth, and raised his head to look his opponent in the eye.
"You want to fight this out, Bruiser?" He asked. The copper dragon raised his brow in surprise at the little dragon's courage. He reclaimed his cool, grinning maliciously.
"Fine then, if you insist. I mu-ARGH!"
Before Bruiser could lay down the rules, Pastille had jumped at the dragon, latching onto his back with his teeth and struggling to keep his balance. Bruiser tried to twist his neck back to bite Pastille, but he was too far back for him to reach. Bruiser's tail suddenly came at Pastille out of nowhere, slamming into his side and knocking him off of his opponent's back. The other dragons let up a cheer.
Pas got to his feet and shook himself, readying his body to pounce. He stooped low, and suddenly lashed out at Bruiser with his claws, the other dragon stumbling back. The onlookers fell silent as they watched their leader get taken down and pinned to the ground.
Pastille had Bruiser pinned against a tree trunk, held down by his own weight. He clamped a paw around Bruiser's throat and lowered his snout to his ear.
"Never...provoke me...
again."
He let Bruiser out of his death grip, and the terrified copper dragon sprinted back to his friends. The group left as Pastille sat and watched their sorry behinds, carefully untangling the twigs and leaves from his coat and chuckling with satisfaction.