[flyteck]

Here are some special dragons! I found these three siblings lost and alone, shivering in the winter snow. This will be a special contest, running for a month, with some special limitations.

> These Bat Dragons MUST be domestic
> They can be kept young or grown into adults after the contest
> To enter, you must create a rider/owner for the dragon
> Your form must contain a story of how the dragon was found and at least one piece of art
> You may only try for one of these three
> If you already have five dragons, you may try for one of these. As an event dragon, they get a free slot
> If you do a visual design of your rider, you will get brownie points. Horsy1050 has a couple of great line arts to use if you can't draw people (like me)

This will end this time next month. Do whatever you like with the form, but you must fill out the categories below.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]BD Name:[/b]
[b]BD Number:[/b] (001, 002, or 003)
[b]BD Gender:[/b]
[b]BD Owner/Rider:[/b] (At least give a name and general description)
[b]Story:[/b]
[b]Art:[/b]

If you want to see part of the bat dragon that is hidden, or want hex codes/something else like that, post here asking ^^

[saarebas.]

Never mind ;n; Haha, good luck everyone!

[flyteck]

It's really undecided, just make sure not to put a patch under the wing if the arm is white. (it would be coloured if there was a patch)

[lemondropkitten]

Oh my gosh, they are all so cute! When I decided what one to try for I will fill out the form <3

[SpartanAmethyst]

Fly these are amazing, will try and enter <3 <3 <3

[Flowerdust]

Username: Flowerdust
BD Name: Papillon
BD Number: 001
BD Gender: female
BD Owner/Rider: (At least give a name and general description)
Story:
Art:
reserve :3

[HannahBug]

Username:
HannahBug
Hello ^^
BD Name:
Tennessee
H-hi
Nickname:
Ten or Tenna
Please don't call me the second one. I r-really don't like it...
BD Number:
#003
That's me...
BD Gender:
Female
Uh...yes. Please don't get that mixed up
Crush:
She's too shy ^w^
W-wha? I'm w-way to young for that anyways! *blushing mess*
BD Owner/Rider:

Well, you see, too small to ride so, um, I have an owner not a rider...
His name is Christoper. He's relly nice to me, but he's shy. I don't think he has any other friends.
I'm the only one he talks to. We have a really good relationship and do everything together.

Personality:
Ten is really soft and sweet. She's very gentle and loving. She would be guilty for life if she ever hurt someone or something. When she bumps in to a wall or trips over a rock she appologises to the innanimate object. Here voice is very soft and most people have trouble hearing her little chirps and squeaks. She is scared of most things. She can fly quite well for her size, but its really hard on her. She's much better at gliding. On windy days, Christopher will tie a string around her waist and fastion it into a special harness. Ten will fly up into the wind and begin gliding and Chris can have a little living kite to fly around. Of cource, they are both very careful when doing this!
Story:
Christoper trudged silently up the grassy hill that approached his house. In his hand he held a small paper bag that crinckled as the wind teased the brown wrapping. His mother had sent him into SandCreast, the nearby town, to fetch some pastries. A tempting sent drifted from the bag causing his mouth to water. He reaised a palm to wipe the sweat from his brow. The walk for his home to the town was a long one and he had been hiking up the rise for an awfully long time. He looked around, seeking a place to rest. A large birch tree caught his eye and he turned towards it.
Upon reaching the tree, Christoper flopped down amoung the roots with a contented sigh. He had an excellent veiw of the sky from this spot. The sun was just dissapearing, painting the sky with pastel pink. A few stars twinkled teasing the horison into a darkening blue.
The pasties were too tempting for Christoper to bear and, against his better jusgement, he reached into the bag for a treat. His fingers wrapped around the crumbling sweet. A scuttering sound made him jump and drop the tart he had chosen. Quickly, he picked up the food and hugged his knees.
Chris wasn't a very brave boy. The sound had terrified him and he sat, afraid to move. After a few muinets of silence he slowly turned around the white and black trunk of the birch. His eyes met nothing, but the grassy slope. He narrowed his eyes, squinting past the last dying rays of light. Upon his further inspection he saw a small hole in the slope. He cautiously crawled down the hill on his hand and knees.
Christoper peered past the rim of the hole. It appered to be a burrow of a riabbit or something like that. The cave was dark and Chris squinted, trying to gain some night vison. As he scanned the darkness he was able to locate a white shape huddeled in the back. Since it was white, he reasoned, it couldn't be a badger. Maybe it was just a rabbit. A normal boy would have lost intrest in the furry being, but something pulled Christoper closer. He wormed further into the hole using his elbows. He barly fit, his head brushed the celing. He heard the creature give a whimper as he drew nearer. Startled, he jolted backwards forgetting for a moment that the top of the burrow was quite low.
Chris cried out in pain as his head slammed into the solid packed dirt. He put his hands on his head, propping up on his elbows. It really had hurt him, smacking into the wall with such force and an involintary wimper escaped his lips. He ruffled through his reddish hair feeling for a bump. The sensitivity made him cry out again. His head began to throb causing tears to well up in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his arm.
He squealed in fright, attomatically assuming the creature in the hole had come up to attack him. He tried to shuffle backwards, but his shoulders were stuck in the small space. In his efforts to escape he had extinguished the remaining light. Christoper whimpered in anticipation of more pain. Instead he felt lush fur rubbing up against his arm. Taking a risk, he wormed forwards, allowing some light in.
Infront of him was asmall narrow face of a black, gold, and white creature. Chris winced at the sight of the sharp teeth in the creatures mouth. Rather than being hostile, he thought he saw sympathy in the rich gold and green eyes animal. It was ovbiously as frightened as he was. It was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Slowly, Christoper reached out a hand towards the creature. He was painfully aware of his own shaking and fear. To his suprise the creature shoved it's small head into his cupped hand making a soft purring noise causing a half smile to dance across his face. He tickled the creature behind the ear and it took a step towards him.
As it neared, Chris could see the large wings protruding from its shouleders barbed with pointed claws. Luckily, the creature seemed to like him quite a bit. It pulled itself closer untill it was face to face with him. It sniffed his cheek cautiously. Christoper tried to hold it in, but a chuckle escaped him and he shied away from the tickling whiskers. This seemed to mean something to the animal and a mishevious gleam crossed its eyes.
It stepped closer and licked Chris' nose. He was suprised at the warmpth of the gesture. He smiled, something the subdued boy didn't do often, and rubbed the animal's muzzle. Since the creature wasn't going to harm him he felt less paniced and decited he should probably head home before his mother began to wonder about him.
He placed his hands in-front of himself and shoved hard backwards. Once again, his shoulders thumped into the packed dirt refusing to let him escape. Christoper let out a moan and wondered how he'd ever gotten this far in the hole anyway. The little creature gave a click. It seemed to realise the boy was stuck and shuffled forwards. It reached a long winged arm past his head and clawed at the hard earth causing it to crumble away. Chris felt overwhelmed with gratitude as the animal pawed away his prison.
After a few dark minuets the dirt was lostened up enough Christoper could pull himself free. He let out a long sigh of relief and shook the dirt out of his hair. The creature took a cautios step into the fading light looking curriously at Chris. In the light he could see the animal resembled a bat. "Here," he whispered "have this." he pulled the fruit tart he had dropped earlier out of his pants pocket and held it before the bat thing's nose. It gave a cry of glee and snatched the food from his fingers. He smiled as the creature crammed the tart into its mouth spurting blue juice all over her white belly and claws.
Chris stood and headed towards the tree he had rested under. He was relived to find the bag of pastries still sitting amoung the white roots. He grasped the crinkling paper and quickly headed up the reamaining slope towards the small wooden cabin. He cleared the crest, panting heavily. Thankfully the sun had just finnished setting so he would still be home before dark and wouldn't be in trouble with his mother.
.......
That night, Christoper lay in bed wide awake. He gazed out his bed-side window thinking about the little animal he had found. For some reason his mind kept rapping around the bat and not sleep. He sighed, causing a small saucer of fog to cling to the window for a breif moment. The moisure faded away to be replaced by a gold and green eye. Chris slapped his hands over his mouth to hold back a scream of shock. Out of reflex he scrabbled backwards and fell off his bed onto the floor with a loud thump. Panting, he peeked up at the white and black body of the bat-creature he had seen earlier that, day inhabiting his window. His heart was thudding away and he breathed deeply, recovering from the scare. The animal looked horrified and guilty at the same time and fluttered its wings nerviously. Christopher climbed back onto his bed, still jumpy.
Reaching over, he unlocked the window with a soft click. Gently creaking, the window swung inward. The bat quickly scrabbled on the sill into the house. It leapt onto the bed and crawled towards Christopher. The small mammal curled up contentedly by his side and closed its eyes. Chris stared for a moment, amazed at the animal's adaptation to him. He wondered what his mother would think if she came into his room to see him sleeping with a wild animal. After a few minuets of debating he gave into the idea of letting the bat sleep next to him. She looked so sweet and innocent in her sleep he didn't think he could bear to move her, anyway. Carefully, he lay down next to the creature and suddenly felt very comfortiable. His eyes fluttered and he fell into a deep sleep.
Christoper suddenly sat up in bed. Daylight shone in through his closed window. He didn't see the creature by his side and he became very afraid he had squished it in his sleep. After ruffling through his sheets and finding nothing he wondered for a moment if the bat had gotten loose in the house. He sat for a moment in fear, imagining his mother's reaction, then shook his head. He'd left the window open last night. The animal must have climbed out and the wind blown it shut. He slid out of bed and smoothed the sheets wondering why the bat had come to see him.
After he got dressed Chris was sent out again to SandCrest by his mother. She had noticed the missing tart and wanted it replaced. She ovbiously thought he had eaten it and was not pleased. He was to go into town and bring back a dozen tarts and a loaf of bread. As he desended the lush hill Christopher wondered if he would see the little bat again.
Upon passing the big birch tree Chris heard a deligted squeak. Looking up he saw the small creature, wings spread wide, eyes shining, giliding from the tree towards him. The boy braced himself for inpact, but the bat gave three sharp flaps and came to a gentle landing on his shoulder. Suprised, he looked at the creature. The animal seemed quite pleased with itself and licked his face. Chris couldn't help, but smile. The bat must have been waiting for him. It was the size of a large house-cat and fit perfectly onto his slim shoulder. He reached up a finger and scrached under its chin grinning at the content little chortle the creature released. With the bat balancing on his shoulder he began the long walk to SandCrest once again.
SandCrest was a large town with bustling streets and stall bursting with goods. Many people lined the streats holding or buying produce. Several street stalls sat under brightly colored tapestries advertising various goods. The noise was nearly overwhelming. Gentle chatter of friends and loud cheering of drunkards echoed around the cheery buildings. Tempting sents drifted from everywhere giving off cravings for assorted foods such as caramel apples, fried fish, and cotton candy.
Christoper hurried through the clammor into a quiet shop away from the main road. The building was made of wood and had bright, clear windows sheltering pastel colored displays of baked goods. Chris pushed open the glass door and a silver bell rang out softly. He approached a large counder with glass show-cases with tempting baked goods sealed inside. A thin woman with brown hair dangling in curls and coaded in a healthy dose of flour stepped behind the counter. "Hello, Christopher." She said in a cheery voice. "Back again, already?" The boy nodded in reply. He pointed to a tray of fruit tarts sheilded behind the glass. "Again?" The woman seemed suprised "You just got a few of those yesterday." Christopher shrugged causing the bat to squeak and almost fall off his shoulder. He reached up quickly to balance the beast and was suprised to realise he had forgotten she was there. It felt so normal, as if it was designed to be there. "What've you got there, Chris?" The baker asked, oviously intrigued by the animal. Before the boy could say anything the woman spat out a reply to herself "Looks like a female bat dragon to me." Christoper cocked his head at the woman "You know," She said with a sigh "I'd be much eaisier to understand you if you would talk to anyone." The woman's brown curls bobbed as she dipped behind the counter to bag a few of the tarts. She passed him a small brown paper bag and he took it upon handing her a small pile of coins. "A baby bat dragon?" She mumbled, barly audible "Strange for a beasie like that to be on its own." Christoper left the shop with the tarts in hand. The bakers words had sparked his curiosity and before he returned to the hill-side house he visited the library.
............
The boy stroked the bat dragon that lay curled up against his stomach. His mother had been pleased to see that the tarts had returned in one peice this time and he wouldn't have to go to SandCrest for a while. The cool night air blew on his face through the open window and Chris reached out to shut it. He lay in his bed, pondering what the baker had said and the small amount of information he had managed to gather on the species. From what he'd read bat dragons were capable of being pets and the though of the animal living with him had appeadled to him greatly. Knowing that the dragon was female made him feel as if she needed a name so he had been thinking about that too.
A shrill scream of alarm almost made him fall from his bed. Whipping his head around he saw his mother in the doorway staring terrified at the boy with the large rat-like animal in his room. She brandished a broom and began to raise it, aiming for the small creature. Before anything could be done, the broom was crashing down on the poor creature causing her to scrabble away, squealing in fright. She galloped across the wooden floor looking for an escaped reciving several harsh blows from the broom. Chris was stunned, but shook the shock away and jumped out of bed with a shout of 'Mom, no!' he wrapped his arms around the frighteded animal and sat on the floor trying to comfort her. "Drop that filthy rodent right now!" his mother yelped. The boy turned to his mother and to her suprise whispered "She won't hurt me." His mother seemed amazed that the boy had spoken, for it was not something he did often. She watched the boy soothe the bat dragon than with reluctance in her voice she mumbled "You want to keep it don't you." Chris' eyes filled with hope as he stared at his mother "Can she stay?" He asked, voice trembling "I... I guess." She seemed upset about it still. The boy lunged forward to hug his mother and held the small dragon in his arms, The animal reached up and climbed carfuly onto the mother's shoulder and licked her ear. "Perhaps a freind will help this family." The woman murmered.


Art:
Christoper stuck in a hole X3
Favorite Snack

[Vulpine-Poltergeist]

WARNING: Major creativity going on! *slams "DO NOT DISTURB" sign onto the form*

Username: Wolf_Bringer_1999
BD Name: Milklo (Mih-Kill-Oh)
BD Number: (001, 002, or 003)
BD Gender: Female
BD Owner/Rider: Pence (Yes, Pence is a male. And the "Co-handler" is Pence's best friend, David- if you don't mind, of course.)

Pence's description:
Dirty blonde haired 5' 9" male with green-blue eyes. He often wears a long, dark red-brown coat (with a V-shaped "tail"), dark red pants, and a black top hat. He has colored cards that he gives people when they enter his city, often determining their fate. Before he took over the city, however, he wore a dark gray torn up shirt and light gray torn up pants, as well as a very beaten and torn black bowler hat. He wore a pair of very worn brown shoes.

David's description:
Dark brown haired 4' 11" male with brown eyes. He often wears a brown, ripped up shirt and light tan ripped pants, as well as very worn gray shoes- your average orphan peasant. He often looked up to the pickpocket Pence, seeing him as an older brother.

Story:

"Huh?" What a strange little creature you are." Pence picked up the little Bat Dragon. "We normally never find you around these parts, let alone in this place.." Pence looked around for footprints- any sign or a full-grown Bat Dragon nearby. All he saw was his usual city streets, the card-themed place looking worn down from years of a tyrant's misuse. (Yes, this is set in England, but it's not a real city.) The little Bat Dragon nipped at Pence's shoes, not making a noise. "Hey! That's my only pair!" Pence paused for a moment, and took the shoe off. He gently picked up the little female Bat Dragon and placed her in the shoe. He walked to the alley where a brown haired boy with pale skin and green eyes sat. "Hey David, look what fate brought us! A little Bat Dragon!" The brown haired boy looked up and smiled. "I haven't seen one in years! Where'd you find the cutie?" Pence chuckled. "Just down the street! Gotta keep her safe from Trump Card now, right? She's a little fugitive, like us." David laughed as the Bat Dragon nipped Pence's fingers. "How about we call her Milklo? It sounds like a human name so Trump Card won't become too suspicious." Pence smiled. "That's GENIUS of you, David! Absolutely Genius!" The two teenage boys clapped their hands together and looked down at Milklo. She had not made so much as a peep since Pence first saw her. David observed Milklo and concluded, "Maybe she's mute?" which resulted in a smack from the year-older Pence. "Or she's just shy, you never know! But oh well. Let's find someplace to get food from. She looks hungry, like the both of us." David nodded, and Pence put the little Bat Dragon in his tattered hat. "Time to steal from the fruit and meat stands!" Pence and David ran off, Pence holding onto his hat. They soon came to a street that seemed to have endless stands of meat, vegetables, and fruit. "David, you get the meat since they're farthest and you're faster. I'll get some fruit and vegetables. Ready, set.. GET AN ARMFUL!" David ran off to the meat stands while Pence ran to the fruit stands first, running past them and taking whatever fruit was closest. He took a few carrots and lettuce from the vegetable stands before running off, turning to an alley and escaping the angry stand owners before using more alleys to get to his "home" alley, where David was waiting with two armfuls of meat and a top hat. "Use your old hat for Milklo, this one's for you." David tosses the new hat to Pence. Pence caught it, and slowly took his old hat off. Milklo was alseep on his head. "Heh, little one likes long runs I guess." Pence held Milklo up and placed her small sleeping form into his old hat, placing the new hat on immediately. Milklo opened her eyes quickly, and started sniffing around the hat. "You hungry, Milklo?" David placed a strip of raw steak, a carrot, and a grape in front of Milklo. "We gotta see what she eats, right?" Milklo sniffed the feast and began eating all of it. Pence smiled. "Well, what d'ya know, she's an omnivore!" The sun was setting in their city by this time. "Great! David, get Milklo out of here! Hide, now!" David didn't question his friend, and scooped up the tattered hat that held the Bat Dragon and ran off just as two deadly green eyes shot through the darkness of the alley. Those eyes weren't human- they were those of their magical fox tyrant, Trump Card. "You there! Pence kid! What are you doing here with all of this stolen food?!" The fox's green eyes seemed to trap Pence in a horrific frozen state. "I-I-I.... I just found this food here- I-I promise, sir..!" Trump Card lashed his tail. "Do you think I'm a FOOL, boy!? I know EVERYTHING that happens in this city of ours! Now, where's that Bat Dragon?!" The fox held his staff with an orb up to Pence's throat. Pence relaxed slightly and quickly gripped the staff. "She is with David, sir. But your staff seems to be in MY power now." He quickly yanked the staff out of the tyrant's paw and pointed it at the fox's chest. Trump Card's eyes widened, and he seemed to shrink a bit. "B-but.. How did.. The staff only listens to ME!" "Not anymore, I'm afraid. Now, give up and let us live in peace, or I'll have to see what this here staff does." Trump Card ran for his life as Pence smiled. "Okay David, you can come out now with Milklo!" David walked out, shaken, with a clearly frightened Milklo. "W-we saw all of it, Pence.. You're the new owner of the city now, you know that.. right?" Pence nodded and walked into the middle of the street, slamming the staff down. Fire-colored lights danced out of the staff and encircled every inch of the city. Pence looked at David and Milklo. "Now, let's go get out home back. Our new home." The trio walked off towards the biggest building in their city ; the very one where Trump Card was awaiting a final battle for the right to own the city.

...If you wondered why it's so mismatched, I blame this song for inspiring me halfway through. xD

Art: Wip~

[Muttz]

Username:
Shiba inu
BD Name:
Cider
BD Number:
002
BD Gender:
Female
BD Owner/Rider:
This BD's owner is a young female at the age of 19 named Scotty.Because of her love for animals she is nicknamed 'Animal Lady'.
( Scotty and Cinder ) Scotty lives in a forest,were fruits are availible to her and her BD.Also meat if needed.Scotty has blonde hair that goes down to her arm(sort of).Scotty wears a red bandana around her neck.She made it by herself,she is very proud of it.
Story:
wip
Art:
wip

[albinny trancy]

Username:
Hello, dear! I'm Deadman's Charade, but please, call me Charlie. c: In fact, I'd be offended if you didn't. But enough about me; onto the form!
BD Name: Nimue, a Welsh Name. In Arthurian legend, Nimue is one of the names of the Lady of the Lake, also known as Viviane. Some believe the name to be related to Mneme, the shortened form of Mnemosyne, one of the nine water-nymph Muses of Roman and Greek Mythology who gave weapons, not unlike Arthur's sword, to the heroic Perseus.
Just call me Nim!
BD Number: This lovely beauty is #001. c:
BD Gender: Female, of course!
If you thought I was a dude, I'm seriously going to hurt you.
BD Owner/Rider: Nim's rider is a fourteen year old girl named Charlie. (Yes, that's me!) You want a general description of her? Even better; you get a crappy picture drawn by me! Kally was Charlie's old name before I changed it to Charlie. I was using an alias because I was uncomfortable with using my real name on the internet. :p Call me crazy, but I don't like people knowing my real name, so I just have them call me by my nickname.
Story:
Art: