Username:Apricotflyer
Dragons name:Scorch.
Gender:This can be nothing but a lovely male. <3
Personality:Scorch is extremely loyal, his loyalty is not easily given away though. When you do gain his trust however he will die for you. He doesn't like it when others try to help him, not after the fire, not after they let his sister die. It hurt him more than he likes to admit. He's that handsome mysterious boy and everyone likes a mystery. It's not like he wants to be alone, he just can't stand being around them because it feels like the world should've ended. He is trying to make friends though, he really does want to move forward from his past. But it isn't as easy as he thought. He is extremely vulnerable, if you ever ask him anything about his family he will instantly break down, looking like some kind of maniac. He has anger issues and even little things can stir up the boiling rage within himself. His life has always seemed dark, if only he could find someone to save him from the fire he's battling in his mind.
Story:He was running, paws pounding against the heated ground. The crackle of flames surrounded him , no way out but still his eyes scanned the area. Logs blocked his escape but that didn't worry him just yet, he was distant from the world. He was only desperate for one thing, his sister. He couldn't find her after he'd woken up the mind chilling fire. He'd never been in such a panic before. A steady thump sped up within his chest but he withheld the urge to scream her name. There was limited air with thick black smoke choking him slowly. He had to be conservative, he had to think. Forcing his bright green optics shut he took a single deep breath before reopening them. There, his head felt a little clearer now. His grey body was illuminated by the orange glow as he jumped through some flames after hearing a faint sound. A tiny squeak that only with such big ears could he hear. He traced it, not daring to yell out himself. His dear sister, he imagined her quivering body, in so much shock from this devastating event. But he couldn't give up, hope was already welling up inside. She wasn't going to die, she couldn't. Scorch suddenly bounced up from where he'd just been standing lost in his thoughts, a sparking ember flew up and landed on his paw, scarring him. With an uncontainable yelp he rushed on, not caring to let his thoughts stop him again. This was urgent and time was racing forward whilst her felt like he was being propelled backward. Dodging several flaming objects he broke through the flickers, panting. He was now dragging his worn body, the heat was taking it's toll and he could barely swallow. It scared him but he forced his optics straight ahead, noticing the shivering figure. He raced to her and scooped her onto his back despite how much strain it put on him. Then gently checking to see that she was holding on he started back the way he had come. His flank was burnt, fur peeling in some places to reveal vulnerable pink skin. He wanted to collapse on the soft earth but quitting wasn't an option. Remembering the small body atop him he kept on, snaking past branches and soon he left the forest. Once getting as far away as he could the dragon dropped to the grass, passing out before he even knew if anyone was there to save them.
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A strange beeping sound awoke him and as his eyelids opened like shutters the world spun. He felt dizzy and just thinking hurt. A throbbing headache hit him but that wasn't all. He groaned in pain as it hit him, the aftermath of the burns.
"My sister." he muttered, voice raspy but he managed to breathe, gulping up the fresh air greddily.
"D-did. S-s-she make i-it?" he stuttered, those important words hung in the air. As if no one wanted to answer it, he didn't want anyone to answer it. The silence already told him but a dragon in the white hospital room cleared her throat.
"Um, sorry. But she died, her young body wasn't able to breathe even after she was able to breathe air that wasn't contaminated with smoke, she was already gone when we found you two." she spoke nervously, shiftily watching him for a reaction. He'd been trying to deny it the whole time, but having someone explain it to him, actually say those words. It finally hit him like a bullet through the brain.
"NO!" he screamed as tears ran down his face, matting up his peeling fur.
"No he whispered, quieter this time. His vision swirled and he was soon out cold again. He wasn't ready to wake to this nightmare just yet.
Why does it have the markings it has?:Scorch was caught up in a terrible fire trying to save his sister. He was burnt and had to be stitched up, his markings are the remains of his scars that won't ever heal. Memories that won't ever disappear.