[Merlin's Heir]

Ooh, this egg hasn't hatched yet! I wonder what it will look like.

Owner: The Joker

How and Where Did You Find This Egg: (This is a story I created. It features my other Piccolo dragon/fursona, Pietro)

I tromped down the street, holding Pietro to my chest. My scarred little Piccolo dragon was shaking against my chest, but I couldn't blame him. It was the middle of winter, and New York had chosen quite a horrible time to rain. Neither of us had prepared for a storm, so we were forced to return to my flat instead of playing in Central Park as I had promised him.

Pietro didn't care, however, or if he did, he certainly didn't voice it. Our teeth chattered and our fur/hair clung to our bodies in a most uncomfortable fashion. I looked up through wet lashes to see my apartment complex come into view. Picking up my pace, I hurried into the safety of the front door.

After storming up four flights of stairs, I reached my loft. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to unlock the door. When I finally got it unlocked, I dashed to the shower, stripping off my clothes in the process. Pietro darted in behind me, leaping to the shower before I closed the door. We often shared a shower, he was often good enough to wait in the corner until I could properly wash him.

Once I finished washing my hair and body, I picked up Pietro and and washed him. While we were sad about getting out, the warmth was beginning to fade as we used up what was left of the warm water.

"Apperently we weren't the only one caught by surprise," I said dryly as I blew dry Pietro and myself. As we walked out of my room, the sound of a knock at my door made me pause. No one really bothered me, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Or anything for that matter.

I opened the door and there stood the manager of the complex. He was a short man in his late sixties, and was quite like a grandfather figure to me. He gave me a cheerful smile and bent down to pet Pietro when the devilish little creature rubbed up against him like a cat.

"Good day, J. You look relaxed," He said warmly.

"Good day, Frank. Thanks, I just got out of the shower," I said, before scratching my ear, "Is there a reason why you've come to call this...wet day?"

Frank laughed, "Actually there's two reasons. One, I wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight. Martha is making a roast beef, and I know how much you like that."

I beamed, "Of course, but only If I am not intruding!"

Frank smiled, "I figured you'd want to come. It'd be no trouble. Second thing I want to say is that the neighbor at 256 are gone. Abandoned everything with the note 'Leaving. Won't be back. Take what you want.' I know you kinda like the....extra-ordinary, so I figured you would want to take a peak before I opened it to the rest of the group."

I smiled again, "Thank you so much, Frank. I'd love to!"

Frank handed me the keys, gave me a quick salute, and hobbled off. Apparently, the wound he had gotten in Iraq was acting up again. I allowed myself a moment to send a pitying look to his back, before I turned around and gave Pietro a mishcheivious smirk.

"C'mon, 'tro! We are going treasure hunting!" Pietro chirped eagerly and hopped into my arms. Snuggling the Piccolo dragon close to me, I gave the keys a quick shake, shut my door, and went down the hall to 256. After a bit of difficulty opening the door, I finally was able to wrench the key in just right and forced the door open. The old neighbors at 256 were strange people who had only been living there for about three months. No one was all that sure who they were, or what they did, but no one had really liked them being around.

The room was completely trashed. I picked my way through before finally setting Pietro down. It wasn't like it had been abandoned and left to rust, however, the room just seemed like it's inhabitants had tossed all of the stuff to the ground, then left. Nothing sharp or pointy seemed to be sticking out either.

Slowly I bent down and began to pick my way through the mess. Old papers, antique vases, knick-knacks, and tchotchkes. Nothing I had any interest or use for. Finally, I slowly made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. Nothing in the master or spare bedroom. Rolling my eyes in disinterest, I finally made my way to the bathroom. If nothing else, maybe they were using a type of shampoo and conditioner I liked. I took little interest to a basket on the bathtub that held what appeared to be various soaps. After rifling through the cabinets, I picked up the basket and went downstairs. Pietro had a small dog bone in his mouth, and looked at me with hopeful eyes, "Sure thing, buddy," I muttered, "It's all yours." I didn't bother picking Pietro up as we walked back. He would have just growled at me.

When I walked back into my own loft apartment, the first thing I did was return to my bathroom to set down the basket. There was a particularly large soap orb, and I wanted to get a better look at it. After I made sure Pietro was well down stairs, chewing on his new toy, I returned to the bathroom, sat down by the tub, and picked up the soap-orb.

It was small, shiny, and multi-colored. I brought it to my nose and sniffed, but I didn't smell anything. I felt something paw at my leg, and I looked down to see Pietro nodding to the soap.

"What is it, 'Tro?" I asked, letting him sniff it. Gently, he opened his mouth and took it from me. I was so shocked, I couldn't move. Pietro walked off, out the door and down the hall. I followed in a stupor.

When I saw Pietro enter my room, I felt a sense of foreboding. Was he going to eat the soap? Bury it? Maybe try to throw it out the window? I followed hesitantly, but what I saw surpassed my expectations. Pietro was curled up in his bed, an extra blanket pulled onto him, with the soap nestled around his stomach. I gasped. It wasn't soap! It was an egg! A Piccolo egg!

I couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness. I went to the apartment and thought I'd find at least a new lamp, and I come home with a Piccolo egg! I couldn't help but let out a soft squeal in excitement, but Pietro's growl silenced me. He was in 'daddy' mode, and I wasn't about to stop him, "Have fun, 'Tro!" I said softly, "I am going to Frank's."

Maybe now Pietro won't bother me to bring him!

[UzmaShroom]

Owner: The Joker

How and Where Did You Find This Egg: (This is a story I created. It features my other Piccolo dragon/fursona, Pietro)

I tromped down the street, holding Pietro to my chest. My scarred little Piccolo dragon was shaking against my chest, but I couldn't blame him. It was the middle of winter, and New York had chosen quite a horrible time to rain. Neither of us had prepared for a storm, so we were forced to return to my flat instead of playing in Central Park as I had promised him.

Pietro didn't care, however, or if he did, he certainly didn't voice it. Our teeth chattered and our fur/hair clung to our bodies in a most uncomfortable fashion. I looked up through wet lashes to see my apartment complex come into view. Picking up my pace, I hurried into the safety of the front door.

After storming up four flights of stairs, I reached my loft. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to unlock the door. When I finally got it unlocked, I dashed to the shower, stripping off my clothes in the process. Pietro darted in behind me, leaping to the shower before I closed the door. We often shared a shower, he was often good enough to wait in the corner until I could properly wash him.

Once I finished washing my hair and body, I picked up Pietro and and washed him. While we were sad about getting out, the warmth was beginning to fade as we used up what was left of the warm water.

"Apperently we weren't the only one caught by surprise," I said dryly as I blew dry Pietro and myself. As we walked out of my room, the sound of a knock at my door made me pause. No one really bothered me, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Or anything for that matter.

I opened the door and there stood the manager of the complex. He was a short man in his late sixties, and was quite like a grandfather figure to me. He gave me a cheerful smile and bent down to pet Pietro when the devilish little creature rubbed up against him like a cat.

"Good day, J. You look relaxed," He said warmly.

"Good day, Frank. Thanks, I just got out of the shower," I said, before scratching my ear, "Is there a reason why you've come to call this...wet day?"

Frank laughed, "Actually there's two reasons. One, I wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight. Martha is making a roast beef, and I know how much you like that."

I beamed, "Of course, but only If I am not intruding!"

Frank smiled, "I figured you'd want to come. It'd be no trouble. Second thing I want to say is that the neighbor at 256 are gone. Abandoned everything with the note 'Leaving. Won't be back. Take what you want.' I know you kinda like the....extra-ordinary, so I figured you would want to take a peak before I opened it to the rest of the group."

I smiled again, "Thank you so much, Frank. I'd love to!"

Frank handed me the keys, gave me a quick salute, and hobbled off. Apparently, the wound he had gotten in Iraq was acting up again. I allowed myself a moment to send a pitying look to his back, before I turned around and gave Pietro a mishcheivious smirk.

"C'mon, 'tro! We are going treasure hunting!" Pietro chirped eagerly and hopped into my arms. Snuggling the Piccolo dragon close to me, I gave the keys a quick shake, shut my door, and went down the hall to 256. After a bit of difficulty opening the door, I finally was able to wrench the key in just right and forced the door open. The old neighbors at 256 were strange people who had only been living there for about three months. No one was all that sure who they were, or what they did, but no one had really liked them being around.

The room was completely trashed. I picked my way through before finally setting Pietro down. It wasn't like it had been abandoned and left to rust, however, the room just seemed like it's inhabitants had tossed all of the stuff to the ground, then left. Nothing sharp or pointy seemed to be sticking out either.

Slowly I bent down and began to pick my way through the mess. Old papers, antique vases, knick-knacks, and tchotchkes. Nothing I had any interest or use for. Finally, I slowly made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. Nothing in the master or spare bedroom. Rolling my eyes in disinterest, I finally made my way to the bathroom. If nothing else, maybe they were using a type of shampoo and conditioner I liked. I took little interest to a basket on the bathtub that held what appeared to be various soaps. After rifling through the cabinets, I picked up the basket and went downstairs. Pietro had a small dog bone in his mouth, and looked at me with hopeful eyes, "Sure thing, buddy," I muttered, "It's all yours." I didn't bother picking Pietro up as we walked back. He would have just growled at me.

When I walked back into my own loft apartment, the first thing I did was return to my bathroom to set down the basket. There was a particularly large soap orb, and I wanted to get a better look at it. After I made sure Pietro was well down stairs, chewing on his new toy, I returned to the bathroom, sat down by the tub, and picked up the soap-orb.

It was small, shiny, and multi-colored. I brought it to my nose and sniffed, but I didn't smell anything. I felt something paw at my leg, and I looked down to see Pietro nodding to the soap.

"What is it, 'Tro?" I asked, letting him sniff it. Gently, he opened his mouth and took it from me. I was so shocked, I couldn't move. Pietro walked off, out the door and down the hall. I followed in a stupor.

When I saw Pietro enter my room, I felt a sense of foreboding. Was he going to eat the soap? Bury it? Maybe try to throw it out the window? I followed hesitantly, but what I saw surpassed my expectations. Pietro was curled up in his bed, an extra blanket pulled onto him, with the soap nestled around his stomach. I gasped. It wasn't soap! It was an egg! A Piccolo egg!

I couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness. I went to the apartment and thought I'd find at least a new lamp, and I come home with a Piccolo egg! I couldn't help but let out a soft squeal in excitement, but Pietro's growl silenced me. He was in 'daddy' mode, and I wasn't about to stop him, "Have fun, 'Tro!" I said softly, "I am going to Frank's."

Maybe now Pietro won't bother me to bring him!

[Merlin's Heir]

Owner: The Joker
Name: Jack Napier
Personality: Jack is a little shy and very quiet. He often looks up to his older brother, Pietro, and doesn't really like the company of others. Many people think Jack is an enigma, but they actually just haven't taken the time to know him. Jack is unpredictable, a little crazy, and may or may not suffer from anger management issues.
How and Where Did You Find This Egg: (This is a story I created. It features my other Piccolo dragon/fursona, Pietro)

I tromped down the street, holding Pietro to my chest. My scarred little Piccolo dragon was shaking against my chest, but I couldn't blame him. It was the middle of winter, and New York had chosen quite a horrible time to rain. Neither of us had prepared for a storm, so we were forced to return to my flat instead of playing in Central Park as I had promised him.

Pietro didn't care, however, or if he did, he certainly didn't voice it. Our teeth chattered and our fur/hair clung to our bodies in a most uncomfortable fashion. I looked up through wet lashes to see my apartment complex come into view. Picking up my pace, I hurried into the safety of the front door.

After storming up four flights of stairs, I reached my loft. My hands wouldn't stop shaking as I tried to unlock the door. When I finally got it unlocked, I dashed to the shower, stripping off my clothes in the process. Pietro darted in behind me, leaping to the shower before I closed the door. We often shared a shower, he was often good enough to wait in the corner until I could properly wash him.

Once I finished washing my hair and body, I picked up Pietro and and washed him. While we were sad about getting out, the warmth was beginning to fade as we used up what was left of the warm water.

"Apperently we weren't the only one caught by surprise," I said dryly as I blew dry Pietro and myself. As we walked out of my room, the sound of a knock at my door made me pause. No one really bothered me, and I wasn't expecting anyone. Or anything for that matter.

I opened the door and there stood the manager of the complex. He was a short man in his late sixties, and was quite like a grandfather figure to me. He gave me a cheerful smile and bent down to pet Pietro when the devilish little creature rubbed up against him like a cat.

"Good day, J. You look relaxed," He said warmly.

"Good day, Frank. Thanks, I just got out of the shower," I said, before scratching my ear, "Is there a reason why you've come to call this...wet day?"

Frank laughed, "Actually there's two reasons. One, I wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner tonight. Martha is making a roast beef, and I know how much you like that."

I beamed, "Of course, but only If I am not intruding!"

Frank smiled, "I figured you'd want to come. It'd be no trouble. Second thing I want to say is that the neighbor at 256 are gone. Abandoned everything with the note 'Leaving. Won't be back. Take what you want.' I know you kinda like the....extra-ordinary, so I figured you would want to take a peak before I opened it to the rest of the group."

I smiled again, "Thank you so much, Frank. I'd love to!"

Frank handed me the keys, gave me a quick salute, and hobbled off. Apparently, the wound he had gotten in Iraq was acting up again. I allowed myself a moment to send a pitying look to his back, before I turned around and gave Pietro a mishcheivious smirk.

"C'mon, 'tro! We are going treasure hunting!" Pietro chirped eagerly and hopped into my arms. Snuggling the Piccolo dragon close to me, I gave the keys a quick shake, shut my door, and went down the hall to 256. After a bit of difficulty opening the door, I finally was able to wrench the key in just right and forced the door open. The old neighbors at 256 were strange people who had only been living there for about three months. No one was all that sure who they were, or what they did, but no one had really liked them being around.

The room was completely trashed. I picked my way through before finally setting Pietro down. It wasn't like it had been abandoned and left to rust, however, the room just seemed like it's inhabitants had tossed all of the stuff to the ground, then left. Nothing sharp or pointy seemed to be sticking out either.

Slowly I bent down and began to pick my way through the mess. Old papers, antique vases, knick-knacks, and tchotchkes. Nothing I had any interest or use for. Finally, I slowly made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. Nothing in the master or spare bedroom. Rolling my eyes in disinterest, I finally made my way to the bathroom. If nothing else, maybe they were using a type of shampoo and conditioner I liked. I took little interest to a basket on the bathtub that held what appeared to be various soaps. After rifling through the cabinets, I picked up the basket and went downstairs. Pietro had a small dog bone in his mouth, and looked at me with hopeful eyes, "Sure thing, buddy," I muttered, "It's all yours." I didn't bother picking Pietro up as we walked back. He would have just growled at me.

When I walked back into my own loft apartment, the first thing I did was return to my bathroom to set down the basket. There was a particularly large soap orb, and I wanted to get a better look at it. After I made sure Pietro was well down stairs, chewing on his new toy, I returned to the bathroom, sat down by the tub, and picked up the soap-orb.

It was small, shiny, and multi-colored. I brought it to my nose and sniffed, but I didn't smell anything. I felt something paw at my leg, and I looked down to see Pietro nodding to the soap.

"What is it, 'Tro?" I asked, letting him sniff it. Gently, he opened his mouth and took it from me. I was so shocked, I couldn't move. Pietro walked off, out the door and down the hall. I followed in a stupor.

When I saw Pietro enter my room, I felt a sense of foreboding. Was he going to eat the soap? Bury it? Maybe try to throw it out the window? I followed hesitantly, but what I saw surpassed my expectations. Pietro was curled up in his bed, an extra blanket pulled onto him, with the soap nestled around his stomach. I gasped. It wasn't soap! It was an egg! A Piccolo egg!

I couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness. I went to the apartment and thought I'd find at least a new lamp, and I come home with a Piccolo egg! I couldn't help but let out a soft squeal in excitement, but Pietro's growl silenced me. He was in 'daddy' mode, and I wasn't about to stop him, "Have fun, 'Tro!" I said softly, "I am going to Frank's."

Maybe now Pietro won't bother me to bring him!

I changed the form so it doesn't include name and personality (since you won't know the gender until the egg hatches). Just thought I'd let you know in case you haven't noticed.

And (this is for everyone), just so you all know, the egg will hatch when I've decided who the winner is.

[UzmaShroom]

Alright! I edited my form! The Name and Personality section are gone!

[Merlin's Heir]

Bump

[UzmaShroom]

Was this supposed to end yesterday?

[Merlin's Heir]

Yeah but I was gone yesterday and wasn't able to get on the computer. Well, since you're the only one that applied for this egg... It's yours.

[UzmaShroom]

YAY!!!! Thank you! May I ask when it will hatch?

[Merlin's Heir]

YAY!!!! Thank you! May I ask when it will hatch?

Gonna make it hatch in a sec.