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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 3:21 am
Mala-Shae
A furious, snake-like, massive dragon slid through the meadows, her size bigger than the cities, a hiss on her tounge. Her unusual, sharp, long and poisonus teeth bared as she kept on, to come out to Temeraire and Violet. Her cowl spreaded as she hissed at the dragon that was lured into a sheep trap. Slashing her full body to the ground, the mighty snake-dragon circled both the dragon and rider, then lifted her head up, looking down at them like dwarfs. She looked into the direction of an arrow approaching. Opening her mighty jaws, poisonus, unusually large teeth showing she snapped at the arrow, making it fall to the ground on tiny sticks.
Sitka
The mighty Storm Dragon flew above the clouds, not a single thought in the world, her massive wings flapping thunderly as she did. Her bleeding red, glowing eyes looked down and scanned Mala-Shae, Temeraire and Violet. Just as her eyes met Mala-Shae, a hiss-roar came from her throat as she flapped her wings into a deadly speed, rocketing off.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by NopesaurusRexx » Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:46 am
Pen flapped his wings once and snarled at a fox that was bugging him. The fox was testing his patience. Pen roared and let out a burst of flame. The fox nimbly jumped away. Pen quickly flicked his tail sending the fox flying through the forest. Pen let out a roar of excitement.
"You wanna make yourself useful?"
"Not particularly."
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:53 am
Mala-Shae
The mighty and massive snake-like Dragon Mother hissed, her snake tounge sticked out as she did. Her eyes scanned Temeraire and Violet many times. She lashed her full body to the ground and crawled away to Pen. Her body lightly crawiling through the bushes, she made no sound approaching Ten. Once she had reached his spot, the massive snake-like Dragon Mother lifted her head from the bushes, trees lashing as she did, her tounge sticked out in a hiss as her eyes scanned Pen many times.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:39 am
(( always accepted ^-^ ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:51 am
(( Reminder -- Mala-Shae is the Dragon Mother, check on first page ^-^ ))
Mala-Shae
The massive snake-like dragon lashed her body to the ground and crawled away, followed by her huge body and tail. Coming out to a meadow and spotting Skye, her head and body lifted up, her mighty jaws opening, a hiss on her sticked out tongue. Her unusual long and poisonus teeth bared from her opened mouth as her cowl was spreaded, her eyes scanning the blue dragon many times.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 6:59 am
Mala-Shae
Her jaws shot close, her tounge sticking out on a hiss from time to time as she skanned the Ice Dragon, Skye. Her eyes looked into those of the smaller dragon as she lowered her large head towards the ice dragon, her cowl still widely opened. Her jaws shot open and a loud hiss came out as she turned to see ropes from the sky, headed at Skye. Her jaws snapped at one of them.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Noctali » Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:01 am
Ooc: I wanted to make a Male dragon as well ^^'
Dragon Form:Name: Ryo
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Breed: Dark Dragon
Destruction Level: Medium
Personality: Ryo, unlike most Dark Dragons, is a jolly one, but can be very fierce. He would do anything to protect his family.
Crush/Mate: Open/Open
Rider or free?: Free ~
Invincible or not?(Are you one of those who had never been touched by humans? That wont count for dragons! You are vincible for them.): Has never been touched by humans, but could be; Can be touched by dragons.
Any breath attacks?(Ice, Fire, Poison...? Max. 4 powers): Dark, Fire.
Looks/Pic(required pic, please):
Other: Sitka (Yes, black is my fave color xD)
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:09 am
(( Noctali --- Accepted! ))
Mala-Shae
From her fangs poison drops falled to the grass, making it disappear into a green cloud everywhere her posion drops fell. Her amber, but fearful eyes looked at the hunters. Arching her huge head up, followed all they way up by her body, she shot herself forward and crashed her body to the ground, standing in front of Skye, making her land on her body that was to the ground, near the tail. Her jaw dropped and fangs bared, she launched them at the humans.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Noctali » Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:13 am
Ryo took flight, large ancient wins flapping vigorously to take flight from the large rock he called 'home'. He outstretched his wings, letting them catch the air current, and looked below, spotting the Dragon Mother. Ryo folded back his wings so he would dive straight down, and spread them out once again for a soft landing. He bowed gracefully to the dragon mother, and awaited to see what would happen next.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 09, 2010 7:22 am
Mala-Shae
Her large fangs hitted the ground, making the humans fly backwards and fall harshly to the ground, then afterwards surrender and run off. Lifting her massive head and "neck" up, the Dragon Mother turned to see Ryo there too, her cowl still widely opened. She looked at Skye, then back at Ryo. Lashing her body to the ground, she slowly crawled away, followed by her "endless" looking like body, until her tail showed up behind her. She disappeared into the trees as they were heard falling from her massive size.
Sitka
Flapping her wings above the sea and forming a tsunami, she flew up to be followed by a larger wave underneath her wings. Her bleeding red eyes scanned the South Town (the rest are at the North-West). Letting out a blood-shrilling roar and flapping her wings, she threw the tsunami wave over the town, flooding it. She then took off into the distance.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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