[nyx.]

(Yes. ^^ Just a nickname and the meaning to go along with it, though.)

[fabled_]

αnímαls αrє σur fríєnds.. thєч αrє αs lσчαl αs ít gєts, thєч αrє thєrє whєn nσ σnє єlsє ís, αnd вєst σf αll?... thєч αctuαllч cαrє <33

lαчíng ín α mєαdσw вírngs mє thє вєst σf jσч. lístєníng tσ nαturє tαkє íts cσursє. thє вírds chírpíng, thє lєαvєs rustlíng ín thє wínd, squírrєls runníng up qαnd dσwn trєє's, αnd thє sσund σf críckєts mαkíng lσvєlч musíc nєαrвч. <33

Wisteria is a very quite Jewlie. She isn't shy, she just isn't one to talk much. She is more of the stay in the conversation but pay more attention to listening then responding. She pays close attention to details and catches things that you wouldn'tt expect normal people to catch. Its a rare thing to catch her off guard. I would say good luck to someone with intentions of doing so. She isn't one to get upset. She can get hurt not easily, but it wouldn't take 10 punches straight in her face either. But if someone is teasing her, it doesnt hurt her, most things don't. To hurt her emotionaly it would take quite a bit of dramtic intentional pain to get her to feel something of the sorts of emotional pain... don't we all wish we had that? Anyways. She also is a bit of an outgoing dragon in a sort of way. She does enjoy social interaction, and she enjoys her friends company and she enjoys laughing with her friends, she just isn't extremely talkative.She is a very picky eater...and I mean picky. Goodness, preparing her food, I mean, you'd think she was a king! She also is a very curious Jewelie. She is often found sticking her nose into something that it doesn't belong. she can also be described as a very creative Jewelie. this is a very prominate side of her that many people see in her. It is a fun part of her and she likes to do everything different and unique, sometimes she goes a bit overboard and it can be annoying, but really, everyone can be annoying sometimes.

Peaches
Peaches is a playful little bird. She is always found flying around the room and chirping ever so cutely to get Wisteria's attention. She is often found turning her head almost upside down if you try to whistle a new melody to her. It is her way of saying... now what was that?

Peaches and Wisteria always enjoy a good laugh. They like to go sit by a pond or in a meadow sometimes and just enjoy nature and laugh about something that happened a while ago. They like to just sit and enjoy the peacefulness. One day they did what they always did. Took a walk down to the pond.
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As I walk down the small dip from our house. I see that Peaches has gotton a bit ahead of me.
"Could you please wait up?" I yell to her.
"Could you please catch up?" she yells back teasingly.
"I would but this is supposed to be a small walk." I reply with a little giggle. Peaches and I take this walk down to the pond every other day. We head over to the meadow on the other days. About half the time we fly and race, but I would prefer to just walk calmly a little more. I enjoy the races. But it seems like it should be more of a sometimes hing

[Red_Cat_Artist]

-reserved with the name Esmerela~ XD

[maliy]

Ohh so gorgeous.

[hazelnut.]

Im Brooke, but please I beg of you do not call me brookie.



Brooke is an intelligent and kind hearted young dragon, she is graceful and gentle. She is always willing to lend a hand and is is very patient and easy tempered. She is very clever and quick witted so she's good at talking people in and out of things. Brooke loves to imagine different worlds and telling stories. She spends a lot of her time when she has nothing else to do, daydreaming. Brooke can have a "dark side" believe it or not; for example when someone is persistantly annoying or is pestering her she could snap.



This is my dear friend Sage, we share one of the tightest bonds I've ever known.



Female, female, female.



Brooke sat in a golden feild with her tail laying delicatley over her paws as she looked up at the sky, it was a quilt of darkened clouds that devoured the sun and promised rain within the hour. Sighing heavily she got to her paws and walked toward a grass covered hill that had been tunneled into to create her den. The gloom outside made her feel heavy and meloncholy. Her eyelids were drooped with boredom as she stared at a lone daisy sprouted from the hard packed dirt of her dark den. A dull thud and a soft growl outside her den snapped her from her trance. Brooke stood and stepped outside, a thick fog had settled over the field. The soft gentle glow of her jewl was just enough to pearce the fog. A weak chirp echoed through the air and she hurried in the direction of the sound and stopped abruptly to see a fat yellow tabby with an entire bird in it's mouth. Only it's golden tail emerged from it's mouth. Brooke gasped and narrowed her eyes at the tabby who had already done the same. Growling deep in her throat she took a single step towards the cat who gave out a startled mew when it noticed how much bigger she was. As the tabby opened it's mouth to cry out a small finch fell to the ground weakly fluttering it's wings as it tumbled through the air. Brooke growled sharply once more and sent the cat running, startling the injured bird as well. Brooke shook her mane and looked down at the bird, pondering if it was dead or not though she couldn't tell through this dreadful fog. She leaned down and squinted, she saw it's chest rise and fall just barely and it's heart beat faintly. Carefully, she picked it up in her mouth, keeping it open so not to bite her. Walking as steady as she could back to the den. Brooke sparked a fire in a shallow hole she made for a fireplace. It was easier to see the birds wounds now. It had a shallow cut on it's chest and a bruise near that, there were some cuts and bruises on her legs and wings as well. "Oh, dear your all black and blue now, aren't you." She murmured under her breath as she rushed to get water to cleanse the wounds before tending to them any further. She found a stream that was barely running and soaked some cobwebs before hurrying back to the bird, she dabbed the wounds with the cool water which must have stung because she flinched away as Brooke cleaned away the dried blood. "That a girl...." She hummed smiling slightly and going to get poppy seeds and sage and more cobwebs. Brooke mashed up the sage and applyed it to the wounds then wrapped them in cobweb. Gently coaxing the golden feathered bird to eat the poppy was a bit diffacult though she eventually gave in. Afterwards she watched the bird who was awake now and extreamly curious if not slightly frightened. "What should I call you?" She asked. The bird looked at Brooke. "I don't beleive I have a name, Miss." She said in a small melodic voice, sweet as honey. "No name?" Brooke asked disbelievingly, then paused. "You may just call me Brooke." She told the nameless sparrow, thinking 'miss' was a bit too formal. Brooke thought of dozens of names for the bird when her eyes wandered to the sage sitting nearby. "Sage...'' She said quietly. "Pardon?" Asked the bird. "How do you like Sage? For your name I mean." Brooke suggested. The sparrow pondered this for a moment then ruffled her feathers. "Thats A fine name." She said smiling. "Well, Sage it is then." Brooke said smiling back. After that their friendship was instant.

Never. Mind..

[.sweetypie.]

This is super cute Nyx <3

[bast,]

{ Reserved. <3 This girls such a sweetie!
Reserved names, subject to change; Miki [bird] Ortensia [dragon] }

[Jinx.]

"Hello. My full name is Yesterday Again, but you can call me Yesterday for short. It's a true pleasure to meet you."

~Kind~
Yesterday is kind and she has a huge heart. Everything she does is usually in the favour of others and she loves to lend a helping paw! She is also very polite. She would never dream of ever offending anyone.

~Playful~
Yesterday is always full of energy and rearing to go! She loves to have a good time. She loves childish fun and she is also very talkative! She has a motor-mouth!

~Imaginative~
Yesterday has a has a huge imagination. She can dream up the best stories and she is fun to be around, as she creates the best games! Her friends always enjoyed playing the games she created. She can fabricate a story in seconds!

~Daydreamer~
Yesterday is always daydreaming. She has wild fantasies of danger and brave rescues. She also likes to take photos of what could possibly be used in her fantasies.

~Adventurer~
Adventure is one of the most exciting things Yesterday could think of doing. She loves to find new places to explore and can spend hours in the middle of nowhere, exploring and having fun.

~Photographer~
Yesterday loves photography! She always has her camera around her neck in case she sees something worth capturing. She mainly photographs sunsets, or clouds, or stars, or even the moon.



"The story of how I found Windsong, my bird, is one I will remember forever."

Yesterday walked under the cloudless, azure sky. A soft breeze tickled her fur as she jumped onto the rocky ledge, peering into the stream. Her camera swayed around her neck, lightly tapping against her chest.
"Today...is a beautiful day," she murmured to herself. She was on her way to her favorite place in the world; the wild daisy patch. It was a beautiful field filled with daisies and an old oak tree.
As Yesterday leaped over the shallow section of the stream and onto the soft, green grass on the other side. Daisies were scattered everywhere and she made her way to the oak tree, following the familiar path she had walked before, a smile lighting up her face as she saw her best friend in the whole world.
"Hey, sis!" she cried with a grin. She sat beside her sister and began to pick the daisies, chatting away happily.
"I just love spending my weekends with you," she said, making a daisy chain. "I couldn't think of any other place I'd rather be!"
The dragon finished her daisy chain and she held it up in the air. She made it into a necklace with the swiftness of an expert.
"I still love making these things," she sighed happily. She listened to the sound of the soft breeze, watching the daisies sway to and fro with her silvery eyes. A soft chirp broke the silence.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Oh?" Yesterday looked up into the branches of the old oak. A small bird was nestled there, his wing tilted in an odd angle.
"Come here," Yesterday said softly, beckoning the little bird down. He hopped awkwardly down the tree, making as much use of his wings as he could. "What did you do?"
"I fell. From my nest. I was trying to escape, but there was this hawk...anyway, I got out of there pretty much ok," replied the little bird. "My name is Windsong."
"That's a beautiful name," Yesterday said with a smile. "I'm Yesterday Again, but you can call me Yesterday."
Yesterday set to work, doing what she could to fix Windsong's wing. She used a ribbon she had wrapped around her ankle as a bandage.
"I believe you've only sprained it," Yesterday said, gently wrapping the ribbon around Windsong's wing. "You should be okay in a matter of days."
Windsong looked at his newly-wrapped wing. "Thank you. This helps a lot," he said gratefully.
"I'm glad I could help!" Yesterday replied with a smile, going back to perfecting her daisy chain. The two talked for a while, getting to know each other. There was a friendly silence for a while, before Windsong broke it.
"So...Yesterday, you never answered my question before. Who were you talking to?" he asked, glancing up at the dragon.
"I did answer you. I was talking to my sister," Yesterday replied dreamily. Windsong continued to look at her, a puzzled look on his face.
"What is it?" Yesterday asked.
"Yesterday...there's no one here. There never was."
The dragon silently beckoned the tiny bird closer to the tree. She lifted the daisy chain and placed it lovingly over a gravestone.
"Yes there is. She's right here."

[~FlameFox~]

Name: Eve Daisy Blossom
Nicknames: Eve||Blossom||Flora
Personality: Sweet||Calm||Graceful||Artistic
Eve is always very calm and composed. She's sweet, graceful, and just
the kind of person a princess would be. As you are about to see, she's
also very modest, never bragging or trying to look good for others.
She seems to radiate a sort of confidence that means you don't have
to flaunt all of your good points. Others can tell, and they respect
you for them. She also loves to draw, it's her favorite thing to do, I
can never get her to stop!

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Short Story:

Eve looked up from drawing a bird in the dusty ground of the park. Hearing nothing, she went back to drawing. There it was again! A sad, helpless bird call. She couldn't recognize it. Gliding over to the pond nearest the forest, Eve searched the ground for the poor bird. Silence, until she heard the call again. It wasn't from next to the water, it was deeper into the forest. She trotted to the tree line, but slowed to a walk in the shadow. Hadn't she always been warned against going too deep into the forest? Yes, but that could wait. An animal was in need. She padded into the deep darkness of the forest, shivering in the cold. She walked into a patch of sunlight where a bird lay. It's golden feathers glinted under the thick covering of blood. Eve ran over and reached down to grab the bird. Remembering it's injury, she refrained from lifting the bird but instead looked around for suitable medical supplies. A shadow flashed across her body and a deep, rumbling growl sounded from the forest. Instinctively, she reached up to grab at the feather she wore on her ear. Closing her eyes, she used her jewel to create and orb of light that hung in the air in front of her- illuminating the huge cat. Not the domesticated kind. She screamed and fell backwards, tripping over a log. The cat walked forwards, muscles rippling in its massive shoulders. It gave her one look that said one statement, 'and now, you die,' before pouncing, sharp claws trying to rip through her delicate shoulder. The bird behind her gave a cry and rose into the air, trailing it's broken wing and mangled foot. It let out a loud, sweet note that shook the forest and the cat jumped backwards. In her panic, Eve squeezed her eyes shut, jewel glowing, and with a whoosh the clearing was filled with an expanding bright light. The panther panicked and ran away, away from the odd bird and the magical dragon, away, into the dense forest. Eve curled up into a ball, shutting off the light. She wanted to sleep... Remembering the bird, she stood up and dragged herself forwards. The golden bird had glazed eyes, it's head was at an odd angle, and it no longer resembled the golden treasure that had lain in that exact spot minutes before. "Don't die, Phoenix, don't die." She didn't know where the name had come from. Maybe it was the feathers that resembled sparks in the sunlight, maybe it was the pure note that had echoed from the bird's mouth. She didn't know why, but Phoenix was not going to die. Upon hearing the name 'Phoenix,' the bird's eyes opened. In a voice that wasn't a real voice, but instead a thought, the bird replied to her. "For you," The bird thought, "For you." Eve lifted Phoenix up and opened her wings. She was not going to die. She flew home and carefully patched up her injuries. She was not going to die. She laid her on a cushion and went to bed. She woke up in the morning. She was not dead. She lifted her up and looked at him critically. She was all healed. She set her on her back, there to stay forevermore. They were friends now, friends who had saved each other's lives. That's not the sort of friendship you break.

[moreponiesneeded]

I am going to try to adopt another Jewel maned dragon, people. I is reserving this spot.