[~Soul~]

〇ᙡﬡᙓᖇ ᘉᗩᗰᙓ:
~Soul~
ᘉᗩᗰᗴ:
Melinda
Meaning Sweet Surpant
ᘉᓮᑕḰﬡᗩᙢᗴ:
Mindy
ᘐᙓﬡᖙᗴᖇ:
Female
〇♈ᖺᗴᖇ:
ᗩᖇ♈:

ᔕ♈ᗢᖇᎩ
The Story of the dancing Daggers
Wip

[Poofycat]

im definitely entering later

[†♉Ӝ̵̨̄❆Raven❆Ӝ̵̨̄♉†]

.:.Ѳωиɛя Иαмɛ.:.

Tree Frog<3Lover

.:.Иαмɛ.:.

~I know right? i do make some good names

.:.Ǥɛи∂ɛя.:.

Female
I guess. can you even tell the gender of an egg?

.:.Ѳтнɛя.:.

BIG WIP

[Mihochi]

Owner Name:
Mihochi
Name:.
Maleficium - means wrongdoing or mischief in latin.
Gender:
Female
Other:
Wondering how in the world I always manage to get myself into these situations I slowly pushed the rotten door open. Opening half way the hinges snapped making the door fall with a bang and sending up a puff of dust. I froze, if the dead weren't awake already then they certainly would be now after that, smiling inwardly at my own joke I took my first nervous step into the old house. I frown at the thought of my friends safe outside giggling at my misfortune of pulling the shortest straw. Who else would have been so unlucky really? My small torch is little comfort in the size and darkness of the house, an imposing set of stairs leads up to the next floor, obviously before it's deterioration it had been magnificent. At regular intervals bannisters wrapped with evil looking dragons seem to claw at the posts they are forever attached to in the flickering light of my torch. Coming to the decision that stone or not I didn't want to pass those unwelcoming guardians of the stairs I turned my attention to the rooms on this floor. Shivers run up my spine and I barely suppress a gasp as out of the corner of my eye I see a dark shape enter one of the rooms to my right. My heart fluttering like a butterfly straining to get out I eventually calm myself, I reassure myself that it was just a trick of the light and that my brain is working over time because of being in such a place. I notice cobwebs hanging over the door, obviously untouched for a long time, an internal struggle raging inside myself I walk slowly to the door. I have been always taught to conquer my fears and my Dad would tell me to go see for myself if something scared me; like the usual monsters in the cupboard type thing all small children would think of. This was a bit different but I wanted to prove to myself that there was really nothing there.

Taking a calming breath I pushed open the door, quickly rubbing my hand against my jeans to remove the dusty cobwebs, and immediately shone my torch into the room. As I thought there was nothing there at all, so I walked into the small room with a smile on my lips, trying to step lightly on the carpet because of the dust pluming up at the slightest disturbance. A long mirror stood at the end of the room and I walked towards it, drawn to it because there was no dust or markings or anything on it, as if someone had brought it into the house that day. I frowned in confusion but it seemed like an ordinary enough mirror, no distorted reflections as my mind was expecting, nothing at all. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard a loud bang. spinning round I see the door has swung shut. Panic begins to rise in my chest again and then I hear it. A strange noise, but one I seem to understand although it's no language I have ever heard before, a voice asking for help and asking for me to find it. A dark shape had coalesced in the mirror and I ran to the door pulling hard on the handle, it wouldn't open and the voice became louder, the shape in the mirror seemingly writhing in distress. Putting all of my weight into pulling the door open it swung open reluctantly and I ran out of the mirror room, to the front door, where I stopped suddenly. Ok so I am scared silly, but someone or something needs my help, so I need to not be selfish and help. A horrible feeling that it might be some sort of trick or trap blossomed in my mind but I pushed it away quickly. I needed to be brave. My heart set now I knew where I needed to go. I needed to go up those stairs. I needed to face those stone guardians and rescue what ever was here. I cautiously watched the stone dragons as I began making my way up the stairs, half way up I found myself becoming more determined, they were not moving all I needed to do was get up this mountain of dust and marble. In what I can only imagine as looking comical I stepped out into what seemed to be thin air, except it wasn't, the carpet had risen and was flipping me back down the stairs. In a cartwheel of arms and legs I tumbled back down to the hallway, the stone dragons now coming to life and laughing maniacally. I glared up at them no longer scared but annoyed at them from stopping me on my quest.

Getting to my feet I decided to run up the stairs, hitching my bag over my shoulder I ran as fast as I could, jumping over the tails
of stone dragons trying to trip me up. When the carpet started to move I jumped from side to side of it until finally I made it to the top. Doing a cheer and a very silly dance I ran to the end of the corridor, away from the hissing and cracking of the creepy guardians. The corridor had no windows, just long and twisting, a passage of cracked paper and walls dripping with cobwebs. It felt like hours of being in a maze before a large black door loomed before me in the darkness. Taller than any of the doors and just like the mirror seemingly untouched by time, the wood seemed to reflect my image back in a distorted mockery of my face, but I was determined now. Seizing the handle I pulled it open without a second thought, bracing myself against a storm of wind that seemed to blow through the opening, purple scratching claws of mist and wind. Nothing was going to stop me now, I moved into the room, ignoring the wind clawing at my clothes, pulling me back obviously not wanting me to be there until... silence.

I opened my eyes. The room was full of grandeur, statues of amethyst dragons coiled around mighty pillars holding the distant ceiling up, twisted grins across their exquisitely carved faces. There at the end of the room, faintly lit, was a pedestal with a purple velvet cushion with something I couldn't make out resting on it. I moved closer and realized it was an egg; the most ominous looking egg I had ever seen but one that looked so very beautiful. I heard the voice again but now it was no longer in pain, "welcome Mihochi, you have been the first to not run away from this house, the house of the owners of my parents. They kept me safe here so that one worthy would find me. The tests you experienced were for your worth. There are no monsters here only me. Now go, take me from this place and I shall be forever by your side". Taking the egg into my hand, a tingling sensation ran through me, while purple mist in the shape of claws spewed from the egg lifting me into the air. Closing my eyes in fright I felt the sensation of flying before my feet came to rest on solid ground again. Fearful of what I would find I slowly opened my eyes to find myself standing at the broken door of the entrance to this strange house. No longer did it hold any fear for me because I knew it's secret. The secret held tightly to my chest.

[Ashenjay]

((what I consider...the 'spirit' of the egg; the dragon which is sealed inside. You can see a very faint, spectral figure hovering above the egg with tears.))

Ѳωиɛя иαмɛ:
Ashenjay

Or, rune persona 'Jay' who is well....a rune-fied version of ME.

Иαмɛ:
Kali
((As many may know already, this is the name of the Hindi goddess of darkness and those kind of dark stuff.
Thought it would be a very fitting name for this Nightshade Rune, plus it sounds quite feminine yet mysterious enough? :3 I hope the dragon likes it....>>)

Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Female

Ѧʏ ʋи∂ɛяƨтαи∂ιиɢ:
Even though Nightshade Dragons seem pretty dark and distant, I don't think they're literally 'e.v.i.l' or anything. I just think their general appearance, ability, and a nature of their personality is just...dark. I think they can be nice good dragons, and darkness does not necessarily mean evil. For Kali I believe she is a young dragon; she doesn't know who SHE exactly is. She has the instincts and nature of her kind, but is not sure about morals or what is 'right' and 'wrong' due to her young age and the fact by for some reason she has been lost in a void. I hope this is understandable...even though it is well, supposed to be confusing. Hahaha....;;

Ѳтнɛя:



<Kali's P.O.V>

From the first moment of my life, I knew; knew was an outsider; despite being an egg I knew, I KNEW- That there was no welcome place as an 'ordinary' dragon among the cheerful, bubbly crowd who had their own, bright powers. My parents protected me fiercely, and I loved them, yes- but one day, one day they disappeared. It wasn't on purpose, it was an accident; somehow, I found myself stranded in a dark, lonely place, full of confusing, dark mist and fog which suffocated my very thoughts. I was in utter solitude, for a long time which I can't quite put into numbers-I was hurt and lonely, confused and vulnerable. All I wanted was...a companion: Human or dragon, I don't mind. I just wanted SOMEBODY who could take me away from this unearthly prison.

<Jay's POV>

I notice, feel something: A rune dragon? But not a very cheery and optimistic one like most of them are; dark-minded, strong-willed...I turn around in surprise, expecting...I yelp in terror as a set of dark claws lunge forwards. Instinctively I turn and run from those claws, Some kind of demon must be haunting this place, I think. Just in front of me I see something shining, something like a door; I realize that it's the way to get out of this dreadful place. Just as I am about to enter and go to safety and light, a sound pierces my ears: It is a clear note, a voice in my mind,strong and giving off a powerful aura, and it is unquestionably that of a female. In a faltering voice, it says two simple words: 'Sorry...Help'.

Okay, I knew that this was a stupid thing to do: walking back to a set of dangerous sharp claws. However, the last note; the faltering note which seemed like that of a young, vulnerable dragon who wanted a companion- I was not mistaken, I was SURE; I just had to get back to the owner of that voice. With a deep breath, I turn, and walk back into the shadowy mist, expecting dark claws at any moment. What greets me is utter silence; I feel dread pricking up my skin and it continues to curl and get goosebumps. 'You came, you did- you actually came' comes that voice again; this time, it seems to be full of various feelings: disbelief, wonder, amazement, gratefulness, fear. "I did,' I answer, take hold of the egg, and walk out of the door into the shining light.

What greets me is unexpected. I awake to find myself on my bed, my dragons curled around peacefully, and well... I was home. "It was a dream," I murmur. Yes, it was a very queer acquaintance, how I met that poor egg. However, I couldn't resist wishing that the egg was real, and I could actually help the girl encased in it. "Thank you," comes a voice. I jump, and then turn around...to see the egg sitting next to me...the 'dream' was real.

-Side Notes-
Yes, my story is veeeery confusing T.T
To explain it a bit...basically Kali's egg had somehow found its way into the world of dreams (most likely nightmares) and shut off from her family and the world. She wants to find a companion, and that's when Jay stumbles into the egg's area while she is dreaming. The Italics is what happens in the dream, and the non-Italics is the actual world.

Detailed Version
Since this is against the 4 paragraph limit I am just linking this.
Here there is the personality of Kali, and a more detailed version of the story.
This is wrong to do, I guess, so no need to click it- but I just wanted to do this o.e~

[Drakongeist]

Dєsirαє
Comєs from 'Diєs Irαє' ~ Mєαning 'Dαy of Wrαth'

Usєrnαmє: WhiteFire Raven
Runє Bαrєr: ᗩzrαєl
Gєndєr: Fєmαlє
Pєrsonαlity: WIP
Art: WIP

Journal Entry - Thursday
This must have been one of the most...well, interesting, days in my life. Its not too easy to put into a few words, but Ill keep it as simple as I can.

[center]The screaming roars was coming from everywhere, my ear drums were burning, I felt like my head was going to explode. I could barely see a thing, being so far underground and nothing to light my way exept for the black crystals covering the walls which only had a very dim glow, and as you can imagine, black light doesn't work that well, especialy with so little of it. It was killing me to hear that come from my runes, but I could tell it was only in fear so far. I was engulfed by my rage, fear and pain, by thigh was burning from where the poachers had stabbed my before, but the fear for my runes made me not even notice that. I continued to run, I had no Idea where I was going, I just followed the cries, and the seemed to echo so I wasnt even sure if they were leading me the right way. My thoughts were racing, What if I dont make it? What will happen to them? If I do find them how am I going to get out of here? WIP

[Verdana]

CS Owner Name:

Verdana

Rune Bearer Name:

Seth (his self-given nickname devised after the Egyptian god of darkness and chaos), the son of the Ancient of Death, Mbarim, and his Summoner, Quintessa.

Why Him:

Ever since the idea of children between ancients and their bearers came about, I knew that Mbarim and Tess would have a child. They adore each other. It only makes sense.
However, I did not see this child taking after his father. While Rim is merciful, peace-loving and fair, Seth is power-hungry, ambitious and self-centred. He is nothing like his parents, and despises his father for failing to use the vast power at his disposal. Seth is the estranged child by choice, alone because he feels that anyone around him would simply slow him down, dismissive of attachment and friendship, and only serving his own goals. Seth is a shady operator, a Moriarty if ever there was one. He sits behind the scenes, influencing others to hurt and harm, but never dirtying his own hands.
He will have no human companion, but he needs a Rune one.
The Nightshade Rune seems absolutely perfect.
Seth doesn't use weapons. He gets by with his remarkable skill with words (a trait he inherited from his father, but used to reach slightly more sinister and devious goals) but while he's very good at getting out of trouble, he's also good at getting into it. It would be fitting for his Rune to be his physical protection.

Dragon's Name:

Nephthys (Neph for short)

Why This Name:

Nephthys is the consort (partner) of Seth in Egyptian mythology. If this rune comes to Seth, it would only fit his ego to name her after his namesake's close confidante. This will be a suitable name, for the two will be inseparable; tied to each other to make up for their distance from the rest of the world. Furthermore, Nephthys is also the goddess of protection, and of funerals. This seems in keeping with her summoner's heritage, and suits her own nature: Protective of her summoner, but dark and ominous to the rest of the world.

Gender:

Female

Who is Nephthys:

To have actively sought out Seth, a power-loving, egotistical loner with a sharp, sarcastic tongue and a thirst for conflict (be it an argument or a brawl), one would expect to see some similar traits in Neph.
They would not be disappointed.
I see the dragon in this egg as a decisive, purposeful female, with a strong will and a clear idea of what she wants and does not want. She not only sees Seth as a means to get to her ends, but appreciates the similarity of their personality.
However, she's not complacent, and although she chose Seth, she doesn't always agree with him. Neph has a sassy streak to her, and is nobody's pet. She is not above scolding her bearer if he makes a mistake, and she certainly keeps him on his toes.
I think that Neph will be an excellent influence on Seth. Their bond will probably be one peppered with disputes and sulks, but all the more meaningful for it. As much as they bicker, Neph is incredibly possessive of Seth, and will love him wholeheartedly. She provides him with the physical protection he doesn't have (he uses words, not weapons) and a hearty threat. Neph goes everywhere with him, regardless of people's reactions. She won't leave him alone. Possessive and very jealous, she may trust Seth, but Neph has no trust for those around him.
In summary, Neph is decisive, spirited and sassy, with a big ego and a heart filled with mayhem. She and Seth complete each other.

Other:

An Agreement is Made

Magic and Runes were, for better or worse, in Seth's blood. He was drawn to the power of the Rune, and after much research, and even more internal debate, Seth knew that there was no companion more worthy of the Son of Death than a Nightshade Rune. Acquiring one, though; that was the trick. Seth had long ago given up on the idea of finding an egg, for the acquisition was too perilous and the chances of a failed bonding too high to make it worthwhile. No, Seth had sent out his people, his minions and terrified servants, in search of a hatchling, in the firm belief that they would sooner or later deliver what he came to seek to the point of obsession. He was in no rush to find his companion (as long as it was found), letting others do the hard work for him while he continued to go about his shady business.

He was on a completely different errand (of the usual dark and twisted sort) when he heard mention of a village, up in the craggy mountainlands, plagued by wild Nightshades and nearing desperation. However, he worried more about crossing mountains filled with huge, bitter Rune Dragons (for Dragon Hunts were beginning, and dragons tended to resent that) than anything else. So, by the time the sun rose, Seth and his pony (he'd had to sell his horse; the courser was not sturdy enough for the treachery of mountain footing) had already begun to scale the mountains to avoid any ill-fated Dragon Hunts. He pushed his pony on relentlessly,
come
and by twilight they had made good pace, but with a wild snort and rolling eyes, the pony skidded to a halt, refusing to go further. Seth tethered the beast in disgust, and wandered ahead to scout for danger. He clambered clumsily over crumbling rock,
Come
and as he dropped into a dip in the land, he started with a yell of surprise.

A massive Nightshade Dragon (draft-horse size; female by the looks of it) lay sprawled out against the solid rock face. She was long dead (killed slowly by villager-inflicted wounds, Seth had no doubt) and beginning to reek. Seth could not have explained why he didn't leave instantly, but he didn't, choosing instead to examine the creature, and as a result noticed a gap between the corpse and the rock.
Come here.
It was a feeling, not words or speech, but it was strong enough to make Seth press against stinking dragon meat to slip into the hollow.
Come and fetch me.

He knelt down eagerly, hungrily beside the clutch (which he was not surprised to find, although later he knew that he should have been, and wondered about this), and his hand went first to the smaller egg, the male
NO!
but was repelled with a force close to painful. The male was not his dragon.
But I am.
His hands seemed to move of their own accord to pick up the other egg, the right egg.
At last.
As the egg seemed to nestle against his chest, Seth felt the relief, the satisfaction radiating from it, and couldn't have agreed more.


(In my story, I have not counted the single words 'come' and the word 'No!' as full sentences, as they are technically sentence fragments. If this is unacceptable, please let me know and I will revise.)

[Tundra]

Owner Name:
Tundra
Name:
Digitalis (Did-gih-tall-lis)
Meaning of the Rune's Name:

Diginalis is a genus of about 20 species of herbaceous perennials, shrubs, and biennials commonly called foxgloves. It means "finger-like" and refers to the ease with which a flower of Digitalis purpurea can be fitted over a human fingertip. The flowers are produced on a tall spike, are tubular, and vary in color with species, from purple to pink, white, and yellow. The best-known species is the Common Foxglove.

Like what I see in this rune, fox glove is a very beautiful plant seen all around the West Coast of the US. Its black spotted purple flowers reminded me of this rune, as well as the hidden poison the plant carries.

Depending on the species, the digitalis plant may contain several deadly physiological and chemically related cardiac and steroidal glycosides. Thus, the digitalis plants have earned several, more sinister, names such as dead man’s bells and witch's gloves.The entire plant is toxic (including the roots and seeds). Mortality is rare, but case reports do exist. Most plant exposures occur in children younger than six years and are usually unintentional and without associated significant toxicity. More serious toxicity occurs with intentional ingestion by adolescents and adults.

Why?: Foxglove is a beautiful but deadly plant as I see it. Its scientific name also can be related to the rune by is finger like meaning and the spectral hands the Rune manipulates. Foxglove grows in my backyard, I've lived around it for years. Its one of the few plants I like, which is how I feel on this rune. It takes a good rune to get me to like it enough to enter.
Gender:
Female
The world is a BIG Place, you can get lost a time or two:
(full story posted at the bottom if you wish to read it, I'll summarize this down to meet the guidelines of the contest. Made small so not to take up more space then needed.)

The day was a typical day in the life of Verto day. Everything had been going nice until he decided to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. Apparently the crew he had been traveling in was actually poachers out on the hunt. As the sky grew dark, the forest air began to carry a chill. Looking around he tried to see if he could find anything he recognized before looking up to see the time. He would soon need shelter for darkness was not the best place to be in when lost. Not that he would ever admit he was lost. He walked for a few, eventually finding a cave hidden by large plant life. It was cool and quiet, hidden from the naked eye, with a bonus fact that it was safe.

He went to reach for his food and found it hovering there. He didn't think much of it at first, taking the small amount of bread and taking a bite from it. He went to take another bite and paused, looking over at the floating spectral hand. He jumped slightly, before looking for the floating hands source. In the corner, nestled in a circle of crystals sat an egg. It pulsated, the glow of the rune seeming to fade and strengthen with each heartbeat of the creature within. He didn't know why it was there, a hole in the ceiling of the cave might be the culprit. Though it looked ok, Verto knew the egg would grow cold.

It needed warmth so, very carefully and cautiously he scooped the egg up in his jacket and moved it closer to the fire. He sat there for a while, staring at the egg, watching the glow pulse in and out as the rune inside grew. He watched as the spectral hands reached out and wrapped the jacket around it tighter. Raising an eyebrow in question he looked at the egg saying "You made your self at home didn't you".
He was caught off guard when it replied mentally "Yes, after all I need to stay warm do I not? Is that not why you so kindly put me near the fire and wrapped me up?"
Verto scratched his head trying to figure out how an egg could talk, but the answer always came back to magic.
" I'm glad you showed, It isn’t a coincidence that you found this cave. After all I was calling for you. I’ve been here for a while waiting for a human that was right. When I sensed your presence in the forest not far from here, I knew, I felt your intuition, your ability to adapt on the spot to situations. Verto smiled slightly at this, but he did need to get home. Picking the nightshade egg up gently he kept it wrapped up for warmth; he could feel it seemingly bring itself closer. In the morning, after making sure the way was clear, he went on his way home, though it did take watching the sun and sky to figure it out.

Extra Info:
Rune Bearer Name:
Verto
Verto can be summed up into a few things, three of which have always been Agility, his swiftness, and a deadly bite, no matter what RP I've had him in. Being a thief he's had to adapt quickly to situations and run from the local law. Quite often, he got in those situations from what he has to say, stealing something of value, or brandishing his dagger.

[Vespur]

Never mind. Lost the entire story by some random internet problem so I won't be trying out. I hope this egg goes to someone who will give it lots of haunted love. Good luck to all, and do your best.

[Gael]

Owner Name:
.:djFunk:.
Name:
Somnolent Surprize (call her Sam for short, but you gotta say it in a british accent, so it sounds like "Som")
Gender:
Female
Other:
(Write a small story of how you found this egg.)

;lkhafhashfowiejasjdhfuio!!!!! (keyboard smash) I had no Idea about the 4 paragraph minimum!! Gonna try for this beauty of an egg as soon as I get home. I will also make some fanart for her.... ^.^