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[doriengray]

ｅ ｍ ｅ ｌ ｉ ａ
• female • location; river • tagged; forteras• crush; n/a • mate;na •
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Emelia watched with interested, and she pulled a face at the scars. He must have been through hell', she thought to herself.
"When I was with the humans, I was just kept in a small cage, in a place with lots of us. Our fires inside of us were put out and people came and stared at us. The humans were decent though, we got food and such." she added, glancing around the cave again.
"Do you have any family?" she asked, hoping it wasn't a touchy subject.

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F O R T E R A S
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N A M E
Forteras
G E N D E R
Male
A G E
7 Years [700]
S P E C I E S
Shadow Whisperer
A V A I L A B L E ?
Not exactly.

Forteras looked pained now. "I.... Have a sister." He started, slightly hesitant then continuing. "She's still alive but where I don't know. I think she's still on the Island and I would like to get her back, but I know how dangerous the humans are." He finished, rubbing the scar on his neck. His tail brushed against the ground. "I'm planning to go back one day and get her. She's barely as old as you." He added.

Is it possible I can do a form for his sister, and she's still with the humans? c:

[doriengray]

Sure c: And just to let you know I changed Melia's age again xD She's now 500. I have to go now, but I'll be back later to reply ~}}

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D'idoria
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N A M E
D'idoria
G E N D E R
Female
A G E
2 Years [200]
S P E C I E S
Shadow Whisperer

S C A L E | D E E P
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Forteras

T H E | O U T S I D E
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D'idoria

F I N I S H I N G | O F F
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D'idoria

Wow my fast posting will reduce for sure QAQ

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[OakHybrid]

♔ Δ R Σ S ♔

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male • 896 years old • alpha male • tagged; aaleyah

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Ares instantly lifted his head at the sound of another dragon coming in to land.
He lifted his neck, straining for a better view, until he saw Aaleyah's white form emerge from the trees. He relaxed, seeing it was someone familiar.
"Hello, Aaleyah," he replied, dipping his head in greeting.
He pulled his neck up, glancing around the woods. It was quiet and still, with the occasional birdsong. "How was your morning?" he asked in an attempt to spark a conversation. He wasn't the best with social conversation, but he could at least try.

☸ м y ѕ т ι c ☸

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female • 322 years old • tagged; -

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((Open for anyone))

[subtle fox]

Geben

Male - 437 years old - By the lake

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Geben stepped out of his small cave, yawning off the last of sleep's haze. The sunlight, dappled, glinted off his scales, and the blue became even more brilliant. Fanning out his wings he settled then loosely on his back, then began to walk along the deer-path that was beginning to get too large for him. Shouldering aside a particularly stubborn sapling he padded down the shaded slope leading to the far end of the lake. As he sat at the edge, small pebbles shifting under his weight, he noticed a pair of larger, likely older dragons who her was sure were the alphas. But they were on the opposite side of the lake, and he had no wish to bother anyone.

[c a v a l i a.]

[center]

- Male - 1973 years old - Tags - grigori - Mate - x -

After the both the dragons stated their names aas grigori and emila, the younger one stated that she was bored and flew off upwards towards the waterfall. A rather large fireball trailed after the young blue dragon, but missing her tail by only a couple of talon lengths. " I do hate young naive dragons." the gruff voice of grigori turned his attention back towards her - his neck spines bristling out of habit ( they just move - as you can see on the gif on my form ) " Ah, as do I, but they can always learn to be a fine dragon as they mature, hopefully that one will." the black drake chuckled, gesturing to emilia - who was hunting for fish in the crystal clear lake. Fanir lowered his heavy armoured bodice to the soft ground, tucking his bat - like wings neatly at his side, his tail swaying above himself in a rhythmic movement. Wise golden eyes watched grigori dip her white scaled cranium into the river, and rising with a fish in her jaws, gulping it down on throat. Fanir did not flinch when she turned to him, peeling her lips back displaying sharp canines, he simply blinked, his facial expressions calm.

☁ G r i g o r i ☁

"t h e w h i t e n i g h t m a r e"

■ female □ location ;; ■ tags ;; Fanir □ age ; 1050 ■ mate ;; n/a □

Grigori stared at the male, he was so calm and didn't care that she had showed her fangs. "I hope she matures or she won't have a mate that could handle her," laughed the pearl ironbelly the laugh coming deep inside her throat. Grigori opened her wings once again and with one small push off from her back legs and a large pumped from her massive powerful wings she was in the air she hovered and looked around observing the world they lived in. She turned her attention back to Fanir who still had a calm expression on his face, rolling her large blue eyes Grigori managed what was an attempt of a smile towards him. "Can we talk and fly instead of being like those pituful no winged animals," she asked not really caring if he didn't fly with her or if he did. She actually like the company of this dragon for someone who hated other dragons she was getting slightly used to talking to other dragons.

Δ M o r g a n Δ

"t h e g r e e d y , m e n a c i n g b e a s t o f t h e f l a m e"

■ male □ location ;; ■ tags ;; Mystic □ age ; 100 ■ mate ;; n/a □

The wind carried the large dragon's bodice with care as he soared over the land towards the mountains his amber eyes scanning for any easy looking prey down below when a flash of black caught his eye. A small winged creature was flying below him it was around the size of a small deer and looked frail enough for him to have a go at. Folding his wings into his sides Morgan quickly descended falling gracefully through the skies he became vertical to the ground which made him fall faster, faster than a speeding bullet. He quickly opened out his wings and his powerful back legs and talons emerged from hiding attempting to grab the creature but what he realized that this was no flying deer but a small dragon. With a roar of annoyance Morgan folded his wings again and dodged the small dragon.

;; sorry if I powerplayed with Mystic just tried to create a scene

[spaghetticatto]

- Male - 1973 years old - Tags - grigori - Mate - x -

The Targaryen dragon returned the white scaled female's gaze, a slow smile spreading across his maw. "I hope she matures or she won't have a mate that could handle her," a hearty laugh escaped the pearly ironbelly's throat, and Fanir dipped his head - his long whip like tail swaying above his bodice in amusement. Suddenly a gust of wind made Fanir close his optics in attempt to block out the sudden mini tornado of grass and dirt, and the heavy beating of wings filled the air. The drake looked up at gorgori, who was hovering just above him a glimmer of amusement visible in her blue eyes. " Can we talk and fly instead of being like those pitiful no winged animals," the dragon asked, a half smile planted on her mouth. Fanir stood up, using his thumb claws to lift his bodice off of the earth, and gave his large wings three flaps, stretching the tiredness out of them before using his two pillars to push himself off the ground and into the air next to gorgori. The two dragon's stayed in the air for a few seconds; admiring the grand view that was laid out before them. Thick canopies of threes wound together, with bright green grass under it. Aqua blue waterfalls and rivers dotted the grass, and a rather large herd of deer grazed just near the winding river. Fanir turned his cranium to gorgori, a sly expression spreading across his face, and he gestured to the herd of deer, "Hungry?"

[c a v a l i a.]

☁ G r i g o r i ☁



"t h e w h i t e n i g h t m a r e"

■ female □ location ;; forest ■ tags ;; fanir □ age ; 1050 ■ mate ;; n/a □

Grigori watched as Fanir made three massive strokes of his wings and was in the air with her. A sly expression crept across the ironbelly's pearly white face and she lifted her head up and sniffed the air catching the scent of deer in the forest, she stared at Fanir evily then looked towards the forest. "Sure am," she replied, moving slowly higher and higher into the air before folding her wings letting herself fall through the sky for a few seconds before opening them up and gliding through the air like a jet. Grigori pumped her wings a couple of times soaring higher and higher, going faster and faster with each wing beat. Grigori roared looking to Fanir with a dangerous grin, she rolled onto her back folding her wings in mid air and smirked before plummeting towards the forest. She turned herself over and opened her wings quickly and soared low following the river to the main section of the forest were the food was plenty. Letting her back leg hang low Grigori let her foot skim across the water before she pulled her leg back up and tucked them away underneath her.

Δ M o r g a n Δ

"t h e g r e e d y , m e n a c i n g b e a s t o f t h e f l a m e"

■ male □ location ;; ■ tags ;; mystic □ age ; 100 ■ mate ;; n/a □

The wind carried the large dragon's bodice with care as he soared over the land towards the mountains his amber eyes scanning for any easy looking prey down below when a flash of black caught his eye. A small winged creature was flying below him it was around the size of a small deer and looked frail enough for him to have a go at. Folding his wings into his sides Morgan quickly descended falling gracefully through the skies he became vertical to the ground which made him fall faster, faster than a speeding bullet. He quickly opened out his wings and his powerful back legs and talons emerged from hiding attempting to grab the creature but what he realized that this was no flying deer but a small dragon. With a roar of annoyance Morgan folded his wings again and dodged the small dragon.

;; sorry if I powerplayed with Mystic just tried to create a scene, EVERYONE I CHANGED MORGAN'S PICTURE GO CHECK IT OUT IT'S MUCH CLEARER :3 AND A CLEARER PICTURE OF GRIGORI :3 I HOPE YOU LIKE HER CUZ I DO

[spaghetticatto]

- Male - 1973 years old - Tags - grigori - Mate - x -

Fanir watched the ironbelly show off, ending just near the river, letting her paws skim the layer of water before rising again. The black dragon let out a roar, his neck spines shivering, before folding his wings against his bodice, plummeting towards the ground. Just as he was around the same height as the smallest tree top, he spread his full wingspan out, and used his thumb claws to dig them into the tree trunk. Fanir used his hind legs to push himself up, leaving his claw marks in the thick trunk, until he was sitting above the unaware herd of deer. The deer were grazing the luscious grass, pulling up strands and spitting out the dry bits. Fanir quietly pulled his tail up on the branch he was perched on, careful not to let the spikes that ended his tail scrape on the tree. The brute slowly crawled closer to the edge, using his thumbs as his front claws, which was quite useful, as they dug easily into the thick brown birch tree. Fanir flicked his amber optics towards grigori ; seeing where she was.