I, Jagger, promise to take care of this Whiptail Dragon. If I feel I cannot take care
of her, I will contact Angel or RenaiRoa and get her put back up for adoption.
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Hello, i'm Storm.......Gender:
I-I'm a female......Age:
I-I'm about 7.....Personality:
W-Well, I-I'm shy, almost a-always sad, I can be v-very bright sometimes.....Story of Her Markings:
When Neon was a baby, she was pure black.
When she was 3, Storm was walking with her wolf friend Wind.
Wind found a beautiful neon teal rock. When she touched it,
it sent out a shock wave. Both Storm and Wind were thrown back.
Storm, having scales, was protected from the blast,
but Wind did not survive. Wind had been thrown into a
old, thick stone wall. Storm cryed all night, because her
friend was gone.
Storm found the same rock again.
She touched, thinking it would explode again,
but instead, it didn't. Storm was confused.
Why did it send a shock wave when Wind touched
it, but not her? She picked it up, looking at it.
She was holding it for only a few seconds, but then she felt like
her body was burning. She dropped the rock in pain.
She felt like lightning bolts were traveling thru her skin.
She looked at rock in amazement. It had turned a dirty
brown like ordinary rocks.
Storm ran home, scared. ''What had happened?'', She thought.
She knew the stone had done somethine to her body, but did not
know what. She looked at herself with a large piece of glass that
used to belong to some creature called a ''human''. She looked at
the glowing body she now had. She had glowing stripes on her body
that faded in and out. She dropped the piece of glass on the floor,
shattering it.
She walked out in the chilly fall air, afraid of anyone or thing spotting
her. She was covered in a ''cloak'', another ''human'' thing. It was very
handy now, because of her ''ugly'' markings. Then, one of her best friends,
Breeza, come along. ''Hey, Storm! What's up? Why do you have the thingy on?''
She asked. Storm didn't answer. She was too afraid too. She turned tail and ran
as fast as she could. ''Storm! Come back! What's wrong? Did i say something rude?''
Breeza shouted from far away. A tear come down Storm's face. What had she become?
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