մʂҽɾղɑʍҽToy•Llama
ղɑʍҽTigre. Tigre, means Tiger in Italian. I decided to call this wonderful boy Tigre, because he looks rather mischievous! As a tiger would be!
ղìϲҟղɑʍҽ:Tigg. Added the extra
g on to make it sound like a
guh kind of sound.
ցҽղժҽɾ:Male, which was
your chosen gender, which suits the little darling!
ɑցҽ: Adult, which you also chose. He doesn't look like a young one!
Ŵhγ Υøû Ŵαŋŧ Him:I was just taking a look at the
'Popular this week' section in the Oekaki boards, when I noticed a gorgeous design! I decided to take a look at the dragon, thought that I probably wouldn't adopt, but I just couldn't help myself! His design is spectacular! And his beautifully, almost polished pelt is wonderful and fluffy looking!
I've become jelous of quite a few people who own beautiful Jelly Bean Dragons, so now my time has come to have a chance on getting an even more beautiful one! If I
did win Tigre, I would love him ever so much! Since I love drawing, I would draw, and order plenty of art of him! And I may write a poem, or even a short story of him!
Tigre may be
my precious little boy, but wherever he goes, I'm sure he'll be as much loved as I'd love him...
քҽɾʂօղɑӀìէվ:Tigre, is called Tigre, for his mischievous, tiger-like personality! Shortening the description of him, he's like a little rascal. Why? You'll learn right
now...'Ah! Just finished sweeping up
all the leaves. Nice and clean now!' And Tigg will come running round a corner and trample over them, the air from his long, sweet smelling fur, blowing them all over the place!
'That will be a nice picture!' And he'll come running past and knock this unfortunate person, and -slip!- their beautiul, expensive camera is gone!
But on the other, helpful side of the beauty, Tigre is wonderful. If you ask him nicely, instead of in a moan, or a growl, or anything like that, he will most likely do it. Even when he's into things, like his painting, which he does with his silky, paint-brush-like tail.
He will obey his master, and does not sleep on the beds unless asked otherwise.;He'll usually sleep in front of the fire, all curled up like a pillow. Talking of pillows, he sleeps on one. One he designed all himself! It's covered with beautiful, almost, I suppose you'd call it, Mystical patterns. Whatever it is, it is amazing. It is so pretty, so swift...Just wonderful...
Tigg loves to dance. Maybe with all his heavy fur, you'd think
dancing was very odd for a Jelly Bean Dragon, but no, no no! This little feather loves to dance! Not the hyper, disco dancing, but the ball-room, and the fiery, Latin dance. He finds the Latin dances, very, very fun to do. With all the fast movements, and all the twirling and whirling...And loves the ball-room, for it's swift, sly movements. Like a fox, moving through the forest, silently. Oh, how Tigg longs for a dance partner...
հìʂէօɾվ:Tigre, was an only Dragon. He lived with his two parents. They loved him dearly, and he returned his love.;He would obey them, and help them when they needed it. And if either of them looked miserable, or deeply lonely, Tigg would just trot quickly over, and cheer them up with a beautiful, cheerful painting.
Tigg has a talent; Art. It is his natural talent. Ever since he first laid hands on the creative movement, he was always amazing at it.
He would always sing, as well...He loved to sing, but quietly, softly, to himself...
Oh, how the clouds dance...
And why, does the grass, just glance?
At the beautiful sight,
With no terrible fight,
just a beautiful,
Wonderful,
Sight...His father;Courageous, outgoing. He was like an adventurer. He loved to think, as if he lived in a tent, deep in the wild, where the owls would hoot at night, bouncing off of the trees;and echo. He wasn't afraid. He didn't fear anything, because he was strong. So he said...
'My son, Tigre, are you strong? Yes? Well, if you say you are, then fetch the firewood. If you can live out here, deep in the wild, then you can learn what you need to do.' And so Tigre did. He came back with thick piles of wood, from a slim, patchy tree.;A beaver had gnawed on it, causing it to topple over.
'Is this, alright?' Tigg replied.
'My son, of course it is...It's perfect, and so, are you...'And slowly, but beautifully, the night carried on, and the moon shone brightly upon the two, courageous Dragons.
Fανǿurĭŧε Fǿǿd:Tigre's favourite food, is infact, a Mango. For Jelly Bean Dragons eat quite a bit of fruit, mixed with a variety of insects, Tigre grew to like Mango's. He adores their sweet juice, and loves the smell of it as he bites into it. He enjoys it as the juice rolls down his short chin, and licks it off just before it drips.
ŠŧørγMy history was, the story?...Is that alright? Otherwise, if I'm allowed, I may do a poem.
Aʀʈ
I may even make an animation, if I can :3