
Name: Thanatos
Meaning: Thanatos is a Greek god. He is Hades "helper" and keeps track of the dead. This guy just reminded me of him. I chose this name for this Whiptail Dragon because it just seems to fit. It's just him.
Gender: Male
Personality: Thanatos, despite being named after a god who's specialty alligns with death, is actually quite sweet and cheerful. Looks can be decieving, don't cha know? He is rather quiet though, and usually doesn't speak above more than a gentle whisper, which is a shame, since he has an amazing voice; it's like a small stream trickling gently over a boulder in a deep forest, like silver wind chimes singing in the soft breeze, like the wild breath of the wind. Not to be tamed. You can befriend Thanatos, you can call him your buddy, but his only real friends are the voices of nature and the raging storm. But he will love you back sincerely, it's just that his first lullaby was the pounding of rain like a drum, the chaotic symphony of thunder. They're very close.
Thanatos really isn't all that funny, but he's not terribly boring and has a good sense of humor, so he'll laugh at your jokes, and actually laugh. He is not quick to anger, but does sometimes seem cold and aloof. But not most of the time. Most of the time a smile is upon his face and a "song in his heart," which is just an expression. Thanatos doesn't sing. In public. There is much more of him than is first revealed. You haven't even scratched the surface. You haven't made a dent in the glass or a crack in the mirror.
Likes: Night time; the moon; fireflies; storms; singing and music; mushrooms; mint cookie crumble ice cream; cheese
Dislikes: Temperatures over 85 degrees F; spiders; fire; loudness; brussle sprouts; rabbits; the color maroon; cheesy metaphors
Art: ♥
Story: A crackling bolt of lightning sang across the sky, pulling a harsh boom of thunder along with it. The imprint of the thousand-watt strike swam in Thanatos's eyes. He shook his head to clear the pulsing light from his vision and turned around. His mother was sleeping in the courner of the small den that they had found to wait out the storm. Little Thanatos was bored though, and he itched for adventure. Making sure that his mother was fast asleep, the young Whiptail slunk out of the warm, earthy indent into the rain. He ran along, splashing in the mud puddles and hissing at the lightning whenever it struck, and soon, he was in the very heart of the deep black forest. The trees seemed to close in on him, and Thanatos reflected that he hadn't left any signs of his passing. Unfortunate. As he kept walking, tail between his legs like a scared dog, it seemed to him that the trees were growing thinner and the darkness lifting. A soft glowing light illuminated the ground in front of him, and Thanatos looked up to see the sorce of the other-worldly light.
Mushrooms.
Approaching catiously, he sniffed the air gingerly. Nothing. Not a whisp of a scent. He prodded one of the mushrooms with a small paw. The silver light flared up like the lightning that rippled across the sky and Thanatos jumped back with a strangled cry. He landed on his rump and immediatly got up again, bristling that he was scared by food. Stepping forth, he poked the mushrooms again, but this time he was expecting the sudden glow. Cocking his head and pricking his ears, Thanatos notices that there seemed to be voices. . . Voices in the mushrooms. They called his name and whispered words of great importance to him. Thanatos became transfixed, and he sat for many hours listening to the wisdom that they bestowed upon him. Soon though, the thought of his poor mother looking for him jolted the young creature back into reality. He then began to whisper back.
Amirka was worried. Her son was missing, and she didn't have a clue where he had gone! Behind her, the bushes rustled softly, barely audible over the retreating storm. But Amirka heard it, and whipped around. From the undergrowth sprang her son, Thanatos, and he was glowing at her. No, it wasn't just the lighting. Her son was glowing. He had taken from the Dim Forest.
Disgust contorted his mother's face, and she snarled at him. Thanatos skidded to a halt and backed up as his mother ran away from him, hissing about bringing a curse onto the family. The mushrooms whispered to him, but this time their voices were much louder, and he didn't have to strain to hear them. A smile split his face, and Thanatos bounded back into the forest as the clouds parted.
Other: It's actually storming here x3 I find that rather. . . interesting as I write this. Also, if formatting isn't allowed, I put an unedited version at the bottom ^^ Name: Thanatos
Meaning: Thanatos is a Greek god. He is Hades "helper" and keeps track of the dead. This guy just reminded me of him. I chose this name for this Whiptail Dragon because it just seems to fit. It's just him.
Gender: Male
Personality:Thanatos, despite being named after a god who's specialty alligns with death, is actually quite sweet and cheerful. Looks can be decieving, don't cha know? He is rather quiet though, and usually doesn't speak above more than a gentle whisper, which is a shame, since he has an amazing voice; it's like a small stream trickling gently over a boulder in a deep forest, like silver wind chimes singing in the soft breeze, like the wild breath of the wind. Not to be tamed. You can befriend Thanatos, you can call him your buddy, but his only real friends are the voices of nature and the raging storm. But he will love you back sincerely, it's just that his first lullaby was the pounding of rain like a drum, the chaotic symphony of thunder. They're very close.
Thanatos really isn't all that funny, but he's not terribly boring and has a good sense of humor, so he'll laugh at your jokes, and actually laugh. He is not quick to anger, but does sometimes seem cold and aloof. But not most of the time. Most of the time a smile is upon his face and a "song in his heart," which is just an expression. Thanatos doesn't sing. In public. There is much more of him than is first revealed. You haven't even scratched the surface. You haven't made a dent in the glass or a crack in the mirror.
Likes: Night time; the moon; fireflies; storms; singing and music; mushrooms; mint cookie crumble ice cream; cheese
Dislikes: Temperatures over 85 degrees F; spiders; fire; loudness; brussle sprouts; rabbits; the color maroon; cheesy metaphors
Art: ♥Story: A crackling bolt of lightning sang across the sky, pulling a harsh boom of thunder along with it. The imprint of the thousand-watt strike swam in Thanatos's eyes. He shook his head to clear the pulsing light from his vision and turned around. His mother was sleeping in the courner of the small den that they had found to wait out the storm. Little Thanatos was bored though, and he itched for adventure. Making sure that his mother was fast asleep, the young Whiptail slunk out of the warm, earthy indent into the rain. He ran along, splashing in the mud puddles and hissing at the lightning whenever it struck, and soon, he was in the very heart of the deep black forest. The trees seemed to close in on him, and Thanatos reflected that he hadn't left any signs of his passing. Unfortunate. As he kept walking, tail between his legs like a scared dog, it seemed to him that the trees were growing thinner and the darkness lifting. A soft glowing light illuminated the ground in front of him, and Thanatos looked up to see the sorce of the other-worldly light.
Mushrooms.
Approaching catiously, he sniffed the air gingerly. Nothing. Not a whisp of a scent. He prodded one of the mushrooms with a small paw. The silver light flared up like the lightning that rippled across the sky and Thanatos jumped back with a strangled cry. He landed on his rump and immediatly got up again, bristling that he was scared by food. Stepping forth, he poked the mushrooms again, but this time he was expecting the sudden glow. Cocking his head and pricking his ears, Thanatos notices that there seemed to be voices. . . Voices in the mushrooms. They called his name and whispered words of great importance to him. Thanatos became transfixed, and he sat for many hours listening to the wisdom that they bestowed upon him. Soon though, the thought of his poor mother looking for him jolted the young creature back into reality. He then began to whisper back.
Amirka was worried. Her son was missing, and she didn't have a clue where he had gone! Behind her, the bushes rustled softly, barely audible over the retreating storm. But Amirka heard it, and whipped around. From the undergrowth sprang her son, Thanatos, and he was glowing at her. No, it wasn't just the lighting. Her son was glowing. He had taken from the Dim Forest.
Disgust contorted his mother's face, and she snarled at him. Thanatos skidded to a halt and backed up as his mother ran away from him, hissing about bringing a curse onto the family. The mushrooms whispered to him, but this time their voices were much louder, and he didn't have to strain to hear them. A smile split his face, and Thanatos bounded back into the forest as the clouds parted.
Other: It's actually storming here x3 I find that rather. . . interesting as I write this. Also, if formatting isn't allowed, I put an unedited version at the bottom ^^