Owner Name:
Pans army
Name:
Aefaradien
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Aefaradien is a charasmatic enigma. If he is loud it is not before his beloved Fawn's sensitive ears but as performance of a banshi in the secret coves of limelight coven. He is illogical -tell him that he cannot eat the sun and he shall set his day about trying to dissprove your prediction, for in Aefaradien's clumsy world of ice-cream baths, salt crackers and jiggling fezes it is a provokitive dare to mention the "can't" word in his presence. Talking of which it is very unlikely you would be in a mile radius without noticing the rune dragon, awe struck heads turn his way as he radiates awesomness and oozes delight, not to mention his secretion of epic smelling rasberry-ice-cream smelling sweat! Oh yes, this crazy little dragon is a budding enthusiast for dares but he's also a creature of habbit; it is not living if there is no crackers or ice-cream of fez celebrations.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
Normally I find it quite hard to answer this sort of question, why does anybody want anything other than because they can? But, you may have seen my comments above, this fezzly little baby is my entire universe. Which is both awesome and dreadful because I dreamt of him last night and woke to find myself relaying my dream of fez rune dragons and puddles of ice cream to my Uncle who has now decided I definantly need to see a doctor regarding my mental health... Should have seen that coming but I could not keep that dream to myself. It. Was. Epiiic! Do you want to hear it? Guess that'll be the story then.
Where will you keep him/her:
He'll be desktop background so I don't even have to be here on CS to see his glorious little fezzlyness
Of course he'd also be in siggy! What a daft thing to doubt. In fact I would attempt to spread him across the whole of CS...not sure how just yet but I will. Watch le spaces.
Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
No! (le gasp) I am greedy and uniquness must be awed by all but reproduced by none *hisses agressivly*
Any Quirks:
Apart from the salt cracked addiction? Oh yes, many more. If he disliked something you've done he'll chew your hair and then proceed to cough up giant hair balls over you while you sleep. It's a punishment for being daft; he cannot stand daftness! but aside from this rather nasty quirk Aefaradien is a loving rune who enjoys nothing more than walking around bobbing his head from side to side so that the tassle on his fez jiggles, he loves the laughs he gets from it! But, most bizaar of all is that he will only wash, only, in rasberry ice cream.
Other:
So this was the dream I had which I've manipulated slightly to make it suitable for CS.
Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap in the darkness the sound echoed until Puddleglum couldn't locate where the noise originated from. Scwap fawp scwap the sounds took on a new note, like a bird of prey adjusting its hunting call to signal the sight of food. Puddleglum pushed himself against the cave walls, the rough stone slicing into his thin skin, damaging the web membrane between his fingers. He knew there was a reason marsh-wriggles did not go rumaging around in caves. This was it. Not, this exactly, if he knew marsh-wriggles would have faced this then he wouldn't have left the marshes at all. No, it was the predictablity of disaster and death discovering the old marshian that was the reason.
"Puddleglum, pssst Puddleglum!" Puddleglum's companion had slidded up along the wall to join the distressed marsh-wriggle. "Can you hear that?" Puddleglum, who had left the marshes on three occasions before this and found himself in peril each and every time, sniffed indignantly.
"Of course I can hear it!" That he wouldn't have heard it was a ridiculous suggestion. He'd have to be deaf as well as blind. His companion, a fawn from the Carwú province in the east, might have more sensitive hearing but it did not take a sonic bat to have diverged the dripping of water from the defiant sound of sinister life.
"Isn't is exciting? We must be nearly there." There? There?!
"And where is there exactly?" Puddleglum couldn't sum up any particular distain or hatred for the fawn who stood beside him in the pressing darkness. He had, afterall, nominated himself for the task.
"You didn't know? Oh Puddleglum you must ask me if you don't know," the fawn giggled and in the darkness where Puddleglum expected to meet Death face to face at last it was an incredably bizaar sound. Bizaar indeeed.
"I'm asking now"
"We're going to Aurmata of course, if i'm not mistaken that sound was the desert sands-" Desert sands? They were in a cave at the peek of the Kofi mountains in the Blustering Blizard lands of the north! There were most cetainly no deserts around here and Puddleglum was about to inform the disillusioned fawn just so when she spurred forward in the black oblivion, knocking poor Puddleglum with her, and out.
They landed, as most falling objects do, on their stomachs. Puddleglum was firstly aware of sand filling his mouth and then of heat. Heat! Oh, one moment he was freezing to death and now he was going to shrivle up into a heap in sand! What a cruel world this was. Beside him a more optomisitc fawn struggled to her feet, beaming from ear to ear.
"We've done it Puddleglum! We're the first ones to make through to Aurmata! We'll be famous, we'll have statues put up of us in town squares and market places named in our honour! Oh Puddleglum we made it!" The fawn glanced around for Puddleglum only to find him still lying down. Helping up the marsh-wriggle she dusted the worst of the sand grains from him then spun him around.
Before them stood endless red hot sand.
Puddleglum turned back as if to walk through the dark mountain cave but discovered, to his horror, no cave or mountain just more sand. Fwap fwap fwap fwap the sound from the cave began again and Puddleglum, in terror, twisted around this way and that to spy the sounds owner. It was Fawn who spotted the creature first.
Or more accuratly, the fez.
It sat in the sand a little way ahead, it's gleaming red fabric mounted by black tassle.
"Why is there no mountain here Fawn? And why is it so good that we are stranded here instead of there? And for what reason is there a fez in the sand in the middle of nowhere?" Fawn was already hurrying toward the fez. She beant low over the fez then screamed.
Puddelgum was momenteraily sad at the Fawns death.
Then he looked again and noticed she was not dead or hurt or lying mortally wounded but kneeling, cupping in her hands a fez, the fez. But the fez was attached to something else. A Rune dragon! Puddleglum stared in amzement, he'd heard of rune dragons but never thought he might see one! Hurrying forward he knelt beside Fawn and stared at the baby rune dragon. It had crumbs around its tiny little jaws and there was a disticnt whiff of salt crackers in the air. Fawn giggled.
"I think he burping. isn't he adorable?!"
Indeed he was. The lost baby rune dragon was most comfortable in Fawn's arms and permitted her to carry him through the desert into an outer village where, the rune dragon decided, he did not want to part with the fawn. He clung to her tightly and nibbled her hair until the fawn left the village. As if satisfied with them leaving the occupied settlement the rune dragon settled down once more. It was not until they reached the city and were sat in a small sandwhich shop feasting on ice cream and sardine sandwhiches that the rune dragon woke again. He leapt with a rattle of his fez into the bowl of ice cream and spalshed around n proudly.
Fawn and Puddleglum roared with laughter. The fez rune dragon was having a bath in rasberry ice cream!
Pans army
Name:
Aefaradien
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Aefaradien is a charasmatic enigma. If he is loud it is not before his beloved Fawn's sensitive ears but as performance of a banshi in the secret coves of limelight coven. He is illogical -tell him that he cannot eat the sun and he shall set his day about trying to dissprove your prediction, for in Aefaradien's clumsy world of ice-cream baths, salt crackers and jiggling fezes it is a provokitive dare to mention the "can't" word in his presence. Talking of which it is very unlikely you would be in a mile radius without noticing the rune dragon, awe struck heads turn his way as he radiates awesomness and oozes delight, not to mention his secretion of epic smelling rasberry-ice-cream smelling sweat! Oh yes, this crazy little dragon is a budding enthusiast for dares but he's also a creature of habbit; it is not living if there is no crackers or ice-cream of fez celebrations.
Why do you wish to have him/her:
Normally I find it quite hard to answer this sort of question, why does anybody want anything other than because they can? But, you may have seen my comments above, this fezzly little baby is my entire universe. Which is both awesome and dreadful because I dreamt of him last night and woke to find myself relaying my dream of fez rune dragons and puddles of ice cream to my Uncle who has now decided I definantly need to see a doctor regarding my mental health... Should have seen that coming but I could not keep that dream to myself. It. Was. Epiiic! Do you want to hear it? Guess that'll be the story then.
Where will you keep him/her:
He'll be desktop background so I don't even have to be here on CS to see his glorious little fezzlyness
Of course he'd also be in siggy! What a daft thing to doubt. In fact I would attempt to spread him across the whole of CS...not sure how just yet but I will. Watch le spaces.Would you like to breed him/her in the feature:
No! (le gasp) I am greedy and uniquness must be awed by all but reproduced by none *hisses agressivly*
Any Quirks:
Apart from the salt cracked addiction? Oh yes, many more. If he disliked something you've done he'll chew your hair and then proceed to cough up giant hair balls over you while you sleep. It's a punishment for being daft; he cannot stand daftness! but aside from this rather nasty quirk Aefaradien is a loving rune who enjoys nothing more than walking around bobbing his head from side to side so that the tassle on his fez jiggles, he loves the laughs he gets from it! But, most bizaar of all is that he will only wash, only, in rasberry ice cream.
Other:
So this was the dream I had which I've manipulated slightly to make it suitable for CS.
Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap in the darkness the sound echoed until Puddleglum couldn't locate where the noise originated from. Scwap fawp scwap the sounds took on a new note, like a bird of prey adjusting its hunting call to signal the sight of food. Puddleglum pushed himself against the cave walls, the rough stone slicing into his thin skin, damaging the web membrane between his fingers. He knew there was a reason marsh-wriggles did not go rumaging around in caves. This was it. Not, this exactly, if he knew marsh-wriggles would have faced this then he wouldn't have left the marshes at all. No, it was the predictablity of disaster and death discovering the old marshian that was the reason.
"Puddleglum, pssst Puddleglum!" Puddleglum's companion had slidded up along the wall to join the distressed marsh-wriggle. "Can you hear that?" Puddleglum, who had left the marshes on three occasions before this and found himself in peril each and every time, sniffed indignantly.
"Of course I can hear it!" That he wouldn't have heard it was a ridiculous suggestion. He'd have to be deaf as well as blind. His companion, a fawn from the Carwú province in the east, might have more sensitive hearing but it did not take a sonic bat to have diverged the dripping of water from the defiant sound of sinister life.
"Isn't is exciting? We must be nearly there." There? There?!
"And where is there exactly?" Puddleglum couldn't sum up any particular distain or hatred for the fawn who stood beside him in the pressing darkness. He had, afterall, nominated himself for the task.
"You didn't know? Oh Puddleglum you must ask me if you don't know," the fawn giggled and in the darkness where Puddleglum expected to meet Death face to face at last it was an incredably bizaar sound. Bizaar indeeed.
"I'm asking now"
"We're going to Aurmata of course, if i'm not mistaken that sound was the desert sands-" Desert sands? They were in a cave at the peek of the Kofi mountains in the Blustering Blizard lands of the north! There were most cetainly no deserts around here and Puddleglum was about to inform the disillusioned fawn just so when she spurred forward in the black oblivion, knocking poor Puddleglum with her, and out.
They landed, as most falling objects do, on their stomachs. Puddleglum was firstly aware of sand filling his mouth and then of heat. Heat! Oh, one moment he was freezing to death and now he was going to shrivle up into a heap in sand! What a cruel world this was. Beside him a more optomisitc fawn struggled to her feet, beaming from ear to ear.
"We've done it Puddleglum! We're the first ones to make through to Aurmata! We'll be famous, we'll have statues put up of us in town squares and market places named in our honour! Oh Puddleglum we made it!" The fawn glanced around for Puddleglum only to find him still lying down. Helping up the marsh-wriggle she dusted the worst of the sand grains from him then spun him around.
Before them stood endless red hot sand.
Puddleglum turned back as if to walk through the dark mountain cave but discovered, to his horror, no cave or mountain just more sand. Fwap fwap fwap fwap the sound from the cave began again and Puddleglum, in terror, twisted around this way and that to spy the sounds owner. It was Fawn who spotted the creature first.
Or more accuratly, the fez.
It sat in the sand a little way ahead, it's gleaming red fabric mounted by black tassle.
"Why is there no mountain here Fawn? And why is it so good that we are stranded here instead of there? And for what reason is there a fez in the sand in the middle of nowhere?" Fawn was already hurrying toward the fez. She beant low over the fez then screamed.
Puddelgum was momenteraily sad at the Fawns death.
Then he looked again and noticed she was not dead or hurt or lying mortally wounded but kneeling, cupping in her hands a fez, the fez. But the fez was attached to something else. A Rune dragon! Puddleglum stared in amzement, he'd heard of rune dragons but never thought he might see one! Hurrying forward he knelt beside Fawn and stared at the baby rune dragon. It had crumbs around its tiny little jaws and there was a disticnt whiff of salt crackers in the air. Fawn giggled.
"I think he burping. isn't he adorable?!"
Indeed he was. The lost baby rune dragon was most comfortable in Fawn's arms and permitted her to carry him through the desert into an outer village where, the rune dragon decided, he did not want to part with the fawn. He clung to her tightly and nibbled her hair until the fawn left the village. As if satisfied with them leaving the occupied settlement the rune dragon settled down once more. It was not until they reached the city and were sat in a small sandwhich shop feasting on ice cream and sardine sandwhiches that the rune dragon woke again. He leapt with a rattle of his fez into the bowl of ice cream and spalshed around n proudly.
Fawn and Puddleglum roared with laughter. The fez rune dragon was having a bath in rasberry ice cream!
