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Common • Stoker Class
Typhoomerangs are hot tempered and demand attention. They can spin tornadoes of
fire, which is often more than enough to slow down victims. Typhoomerangs also have
a huge wing span, similar to a Timberjack.

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Rider; overcaffinated.
Name; Tynan
Gender; Male
Species; Typhoomerang

[Phina Wolf]

Rider; Josephine (Phina) Wolf
Name; Phantom
Gender; Male
Species; Typhoomerang
Taming Entry;

wip (Stubborn muse...)

[dutch.]

Rider; Shenanigans~ (I was previously CasKitty, in case anyone is confused. I haven't adopted since the name change haha.)
Name; Skeleton
Gender; Female
Species; Typhoomerang
Taming Entry;

WIP because I'm in class currently and am pretty sure I should be doing Spanish work instead of adopting dragons XD

[caf.]

Rider; overcaffienated.
Name; Tynan
Gender; male
Species; typhoomerang
Taming Entry;
Fire tornadoes. Fire tornadoes
I was dumbfounded, to say the least. I couldn’t even be bothered to take a whip or a spear to whatever was causing it, nor to run to save the chickens I had acquired two days ago or even to take cover. No, I simply stood there, watching some black-winged demon or another wreak total and complete havoc on my property. I’m not joking about the fire tornadoes, either - a huge, plumed funnel of flame spun lazily around my barn with the grey-scale beast in mischievous tow.
It wasn’t long until the beast was finished, chewing happily on a fire-roasted chicken. I really couldn’t decide whether to scare him off and teach him a lesson or just keep him and teach him some manners. Already I was impressed by his fire-twisting skills and intelligence, and his huge, Timberjack-like wingspan.
I expected that I’d have to sneak up on him, perhaps with a rope net in hand as well as some food. Such a cunning creature would not be an easy catch, I figured. It surprised me, then, when the he approached me brazenly, wings opened calmly. He seemed cocky, arrogant, and unafraid, his white-and-black mouth almost grinning with mischief. Even when I cautiously picked up the chain I used to tie Ink he stood almost indifferently, watching me with rainbow-colored eyes glowing with good humor.
It was then that I noticed the loops of singed rope around his ankles. I laughed out loud - he’d been caught before, but had burned himself out! I suppose he figured he would flame his way out of this one too. He watched me smugly as I affixed the chain around his shining right foot.
As soon as I stepped out of a 15-foot-radius of him, he shot up in the air, being yanked abruptly back into line once he was a few dozen feet up. I hadn’t made the mistake of cheap chains - even though I had to buy cheaper clothes as a result, my dragons would not pull a Houdini on me. He spun and swerved in the air, spitting flame from all angles, but to no avail - the metal remained coolly intact.
Now the dragon landed softly on his feet, glaring at me with a mix of respect and irritation. His eyes squinted, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils. I knew his attempts at escape would get progressively more dangerous unless I took him for long rides on a regular basis, meaning I’d need to buy a saddle and bridle very soon. I approached him carefully, a scrap of meat in hand.
“Can you...not get mad?” I asked carefully, offering the treat to him. He took it begrudgingly, though I could tell he enjoyed it more than he was going to let on. He was brave, I’d give him that.
Only now did I begin to think of names. Marionette, Puppeteer, Joker - even though they all matched his coloration, somehow they didn’t sit well with me.
“Tynan,” I blurted suddenly. The dragon, whom up close I’d finally identified as a Typhoomerang, jumped slightly. I don’t know where the name came from, but it stuck almost instantly. The beast whuffled curiously.
“Tynan. You like that, huh? Ty-ty?” The black-and-white creature snorted his approval.
“Tynan it is then,” I finalized, patting him on the nose. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of the seared chicken coop. Sighing heavily, I loosened the chain to allow Tynan full access. What’s done is done, and chickens aren’t that expensive anyway. At least, they won’t be until Tynan begins wiping out Berk’s entire poultry industry.

[stormzien]

Rider; tigerthenightfury
Name; Drogoan (Drogo)
Gender; male
Species; typhoomerang
Taming Entry; I have been writing in the journal to much! I cant help it though. I need to write about this really great typhoomerang! Ao i was walking alone today because Rose and Aurora were very tired. I went up to the ridge, then the beach. No dragons. I walked all the way to the waterfall and checked in the springs, still nothing. I went into the forest and up the mountain, no dragons! I was walking along when i came to the edge of the island. I called Rose and went along to check other islands. I landed at this one. Lots of trees, bushes, and other things. Then i saw it. A black and white dragon. It was a typhoomerang! I almost screamed at the sight but i calmed. Then i started my taming, slow and steady, with lots of fish.

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[Tigerthenightfury]

Rider; tigerthenightfury
Name; Drogoan (Drogo)
Gender; male
Species; typhoomerang
Taming Entry; I have been writing in the journal to much! I cant help it though. I need to write about this really great typhoomerang! Ao i was walking alone today because Rose and Aurora were very tired. I went up to the ridge, then the beach. No dragons. I walked all the way to the waterfall and checked in the springs, still nothing. I went into the forest and up the mountain, no dragons! I was walking along when i came to the edge of the island. I called Rose and went along to check other islands. I landed at this one. Lots of trees, bushes, and other things. Then i saw it. A black and white dragon. It was a typhoomerang! I almost screamed at the sight but i calmed. Then i started my taming, slow and steady, with lots of fish.

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Check the siggy! On my new account!

[ShadyBro]

Rider; overcaffienated.
Name; Tynan
Gender; male
Species; typhoomerang
Taming Entry;
Fire tornadoes. Fire tornadoes
I was dumbfounded, to say the least. I couldn’t even be bothered to take a whip or a spear to whatever was causing it, nor to run to save the chickens I had acquired two days ago or even to take cover. No, I simply stood there, watching some black-winged demon or another wreak total and complete havoc on my property. I’m not joking about the fire tornadoes, either - a huge, plumed funnel of flame spun lazily around my barn with the grey-scale beast in mischievous tow.
It wasn’t long until the beast was finished, chewing happily on a fire-roasted chicken. I really couldn’t decide whether to scare him off and teach him a lesson or just keep him and teach him some manners. Already I was impressed by his fire-twisting skills and intelligence, and his huge, Timberjack-like wingspan.
I expected that I’d have to sneak up on him, perhaps with a rope net in hand as well as some food. Such a cunning creature would not be an easy catch, I figured. It surprised me, then, when the he approached me brazenly, wings opened calmly. He seemed cocky, arrogant, and unafraid, his white-and-black mouth almost grinning with mischief. Even when I cautiously picked up the chain I used to tie Ink he stood almost indifferently, watching me with rainbow-colored eyes glowing with good humor.
It was then that I noticed the loops of singed rope around his ankles. I laughed out loud - he’d been caught before, but had burned himself out! I suppose he figured he would flame his way out of this one too. He watched me smugly as I affixed the chain around his shining right foot.
As soon as I stepped out of a 15-foot-radius of him, he shot up in the air, being yanked abruptly back into line once he was a few dozen feet up. I hadn’t made the mistake of cheap chains - even though I had to buy cheaper clothes as a result, my dragons would not pull a Houdini on me. He spun and swerved in the air, spitting flame from all angles, but to no avail - the metal remained coolly intact.
Now the dragon landed softly on his feet, glaring at me with a mix of respect and irritation. His eyes squinted, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils. I knew his attempts at escape would get progressively more dangerous unless I took him for long rides on a regular basis, meaning I’d need to buy a saddle and bridle very soon. I approached him carefully, a scrap of meat in hand.
“Can you...not get mad?” I asked carefully, offering the treat to him. He took it begrudgingly, though I could tell he enjoyed it more than he was going to let on. He was brave, I’d give him that.
Only now did I begin to think of names. Marionette, Puppeteer, Joker - even though they all matched his coloration, somehow they didn’t sit well with me.
“Tynan,” I blurted suddenly. The dragon, whom up close I’d finally identified as a Typhoomerang, jumped slightly. I don’t know where the name came from, but it stuck almost instantly. The beast whuffled curiously.
“Tynan. You like that, huh? Ty-ty?” The black-and-white creature snorted his approval.
“Tynan it is then,” I finalized, patting him on the nose. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of the seared chicken coop. Sighing heavily, I loosened the chain to allow Tynan full access. What’s done is done, and chickens aren’t that expensive anyway. At least, they won’t be until Tynan begins wiping out Berk’s entire poultry industry.

Congrats! I loved the personality you gave him <3

[caf.]

aaa, thank you! i'm gonna add him to my archives as soon as i get home!