[Melonbread]

This one seems lost, loneley and grieving. It looks like it lost something but what? (Yes, he does have red eyes >.>)

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Extra(art of waht she/he lost, story, poem, or tack design):

I may do runner-ups if that's allowed

[flyteck]

Runner ups are allowed if you have a lot of good entries and would feel bad letting one of them lose~ But no more than three runner ups.

[HannahBug]

Username:
HannahBug
BD name:
Slate
BD gender:
male
What did he lose?:
His loving mistress and whole way of life
Extra(art of waht she/he lost, story, poem, or tack design):
Slate fluttered his wings uncertainty in his spacious stall of the Bat Dragon Stables sending bits of hay sprawling away. His mistress would come for him soon. He felt a whimper lodged in his thought. It would be his last show...ever. Afterwards he was to arrive at an auction and go to the highest bidder. He feared what would happen if he lost his mistress. He had many metal rimmed holes in his wings for show tack to slide into and small glowing orbs to be placed. Slate had always been very good at graceful night shows where he wove the fading beams of light together into a short-lasting radiance. Would he ever be able to dance in the darkness again? His thoughts were interrupted by the stiff steps of his mistress approaching his stall. Slate let out a squawk of fear and jammed himself as far as he could possibly go into a corner of the stall. He hid his long muzzle with a pitch black wing and listened in fear for the sound of the squeaking gate. The gate swung open and he heard his mistress step into his stall. He felt a warm hand on the sensitive spot between his shoulders. Slate let his glowing eyes gaze pleadingly into his mistress' grey ones. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, but she didn't let her voice quake "C'mon you silly boy. Let's do this...one last time." Slate whimpered again, but stretched out his huge wing and the girl began to weave the glowing orbs through his wing. She wrapped the soft band around his neck and laid the saddle on his back. The black leather felt cool on his skin, but only increased his fear. He resisted the urge to flee as the two belly straps were pulled through his wings and tightened. The girl’s gentle hands tightened the rump straps. Finally, she approached his face. She held a braided nose piece and held her head low. Slate pulled his head away from the nearing black straps. He whimpered, trying to express his displeasure and convince his mistress to remove to tack and never leave him. He heard the child sniffle and in one swift movement filled with years of practice she snapped the bridle in place and secured all three of the straps. She tightened the glowing bracers of his feet as she slid onto his back. His fragile ears picked up the soft sound of the click of her teeth the signaled he should move forwards. Reluctantly, he stood on his hind legs, a treacherous trick he had learned young, and strode down the long stable corridor. Slate knew his eyes were stretched wide with fear, but he exited the stable and stood, frozen, in the night air. The girl clicked her teeth and kicked his sides. Slate stretched his wings slowly, the glowing orbs lighting up, and flapped hard. He rose from the ground and into the air. A few silent minutes passed as they flew to the stage. Slate saw the wooden structure all too soon. The girl led him into a steep dive and pulled up at the last second gently fluttering down on the cool wood. He looked at the large crowd and listened to their applause silently. After the audience quieted a soft tune began to play. Slate leapt straight up into the air and flared his wings out as far as they would go. In figure eights he flapped his wings propelling himself upward while leaving a braided trail of glow the sat delicately on the night air. Soon he was suspended thirty feet in the air. He tucked his wings in around his body and dove towards the crowd. At the perfect moment his mistress gave a tug on the reins and he spread his wings. He bent his head to look at the crowd that was inches below him as he glided overhead at amazing speeds. He pulled up sharply at the edge of the crowd and did a tight loop. He flew upwards gaining about five feet above the crowd. He pumped his wings with amazing strength and began to spin. He twirled with his wings spread wide. He went in a whole circle like this then began to corkscrew downwards towards the stage. He landed on his wing claws and held his hind feet high in the air he took two steps that took him right to the edge of the stage. He bent his tail forwards and set it gently on the head of a startled young man directly in front of him. Slate raised his lips in a smile and lifted his tail sharply. Glitter began to sprinkle from his tail and covered the man in sparkles. Slate pushed hard and did a back flip then took off again. With the glitter still falling he launched himself at a diagonal angle. After about ten feet of this he dove in sharply for a split second then began another dive diagonally to where he touched the man. He landed on all fours below a giant heart made of glitter gently twirling down. Quickly, Slate reared up on his hind paws and spread his wings wide displaying all his glowing orbs and let out a loud screech. The music stopped and the audience roared. The rider and Bat dragon flew off towards the direction of the stables and away from the loud onlookers. Slate landed outside the stable door by the command of his master. He whimpered loudly, letting his fear escape him. He felt his mistress slide off his back. She undid the tack, letting it slide to the ground and removed all the glowing beads of light. Slate touched his mistress's nose with his and whimpered again. "I can't bear to see anyone else take you." The young girl whispered. Slate looked into her eyes, confused. The girl slowly raised a hand and slapped the soft spot right between his shoulders. He screamed in pain and out of reflex spread his black wings and rapidly fled from the girl. He wailed in a sense of betrayal and could hardly bear the sorrow. His mistress watched him disappear as he flew towards the full moon. "Goodbye." She whispered only loud enough for the wind to hear.

[dragoncool97]

Username: dragoncool97
BD name: Willow
BD gender: female
What did he/she lose?: She lost her memory after getting separated from her family as a baby
Extra(art of waht she/he lost, story, poem, or tack design): I looked at the world around me nothing familiar. I was confused trying to remember which way I came from and where I was going. Strange sounds echoed all around me. The trees loomed high over my head. I heard something behind me and made a noise of surprise and took off running. What ever it was it gave chase I wanted to fly but my wings just wouldnt open. I tried to think of a place that was safe but all my mind came up with was blurred images. I wimpered and began to make my way up a steep hill with large boulders. As I made it over the top the rocks beneath me shifted and I fell into a hole that was like a small cave. I laid there curled up hoping whatever was chasing me would pass me by. I wanted my mother but couldnt remember ever having one or knowing anyone who would keep me safe. I laid in that hole for hours trying to remember anything. I was so deep in thought I didnt hear the sound of something approaching till bits of gravel fell into my hiding place. I stiffened and pressed against the far wall of the cave. My heart raced as the thing circled the entrance and stuch its face it. He looked like me but his face was brown with bright yellow markings. He sniffed trying to get into the hole but was to big. "Tiberius move away you'll scare her!" A noise came and the other dragon moved out of the hole. A human took his place. "Aw shes all alone!" She said. "Come on Tiberius just likes to meet new people" the girl said and backed away from the hole. I slowly crept out of the hole to see them. Tiberius was laying down his eyes full of curiosity. "See we wont hurt you." The human said but I pulled my wings in tight afraid. Tiberius got up and sniffed my head he was taller than me but that was probably because he was older than I was. He nudged me playfully and leaped up and flew around making noises that meant he wanted to play. I nervously spread my wings and followed him. I had trouble flying with so many trees arounf but I did what he did and began to have fun. The human below laughed and called out "looks like you two make good friends!" Friends.... that seemed familiar... ... it made me happy and less.... lonely.....

(I included me and my BD Tiberius)

[spooky;]

Username: Bad Moonlight
BD name: Adonis
BD gender: Male
What did he/she lose?: His mate, Avarda.
Extra(art of what she/he lost, story, poem, or tack design):

Without you, the warm summer sky feels like iron wool against my wings.
Each taste of food, is like ash in my mouth.
The world has no color.
My life has no meaning.
Without your sweet supple voice.
The kiss of our wings as we embrace mid flight.

Never again will I be happy.
Never again will I seek love.
For the rest of my life I will mourn.
And I will never forget your face.
The way your fur smelled and the way your eyes sparkled.
Tomorrow the sun will not rise for me.
But for the rest of the world.

I will await until the day I see you again.
My love.
I will always love you.

[HannahBug]

~bump~

[HannahBug]

When will this be judged? OwO

[Melonbread]

Username:
HannahBug
BD name:
Slate
BD gender:
male
What did he lose?:
His loving mistress and whole way of life
Extra(art of waht she/he lost, story, poem, or tack design):
Slate fluttered his wings uncertainty in his spacious stall of the Bat Dragon Stables sending bits of hay sprawling away. His mistress would come for him soon. He felt a whimper lodged in his thought. It would be his last show...ever. Afterwards he was to arrive at an auction and go to the highest bidder. He feared what would happen if he lost his mistress. He had many metal rimmed holes in his wings for show tack to slide into and small glowing orbs to be placed. Slate had always been very good at graceful night shows where he wove the fading beams of light together into a short-lasting radiance. Would he ever be able to dance in the darkness again? His thoughts were interrupted by the stiff steps of his mistress approaching his stall. Slate let out a squawk of fear and jammed himself as far as he could possibly go into a corner of the stall. He hid his long muzzle with a pitch black wing and listened in fear for the sound of the squeaking gate. The gate swung open and he heard his mistress step into his stall. He felt a warm hand on the sensitive spot between his shoulders. Slate let his glowing eyes gaze pleadingly into his mistress' grey ones. Tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, but she didn't let her voice quake "C'mon you silly boy. Let's do this...one last time." Slate whimpered again, but stretched out his huge wing and the girl began to weave the glowing orbs through his wing. She wrapped the soft band around his neck and laid the saddle on his back. The black leather felt cool on his skin, but only increased his fear. He resisted the urge to flee as the two belly straps were pulled through his wings and tightened. The girl’s gentle hands tightened the rump straps. Finally, she approached his face. She held a braided nose piece and held her head low. Slate pulled his head away from the nearing black straps. He whimpered, trying to express his displeasure and convince his mistress to remove to tack and never leave him. He heard the child sniffle and in one swift movement filled with years of practice she snapped the bridle in place and secured all three of the straps. She tightened the glowing bracers of his feet as she slid onto his back. His fragile ears picked up the soft sound of the click of her teeth the signaled he should move forwards. Reluctantly, he stood on his hind legs, a treacherous trick he had learned young, and strode down the long stable corridor. Slate knew his eyes were stretched wide with fear, but he exited the stable and stood, frozen, in the night air. The girl clicked her teeth and kicked his sides. Slate stretched his wings slowly, the glowing orbs lighting up, and flapped hard. He rose from the ground and into the air. A few silent minutes passed as they flew to the stage. Slate saw the wooden structure all too soon. The girl led him into a steep dive and pulled up at the last second gently fluttering down on the cool wood. He looked at the large crowd and listened to their applause silently. After the audience quieted a soft tune began to play. Slate leapt straight up into the air and flared his wings out as far as they would go. In figure eights he flapped his wings propelling himself upward while leaving a braided trail of glow the sat delicately on the night air. Soon he was suspended thirty feet in the air. He tucked his wings in around his body and dove towards the crowd. At the perfect moment his mistress gave a tug on the reins and he spread his wings. He bent his head to look at the crowd that was inches below him as he glided overhead at amazing speeds. He pulled up sharply at the edge of the crowd and did a tight loop. He flew upwards gaining about five feet above the crowd. He pumped his wings with amazing strength and began to spin. He twirled with his wings spread wide. He went in a whole circle like this then began to corkscrew downwards towards the stage. He landed on his wing claws and held his hind feet high in the air he took two steps that took him right to the edge of the stage. He bent his tail forwards and set it gently on the head of a startled young man directly in front of him. Slate raised his lips in a smile and lifted his tail sharply. Glitter began to sprinkle from his tail and covered the man in sparkles. Slate pushed hard and did a back flip then took off again. With the glitter still falling he launched himself at a diagonal angle. After about ten feet of this he dove in sharply for a split second then began another dive diagonally to where he touched the man. He landed on all fours below a giant heart made of glitter gently twirling down. Quickly, Slate reared up on his hind paws and spread his wings wide displaying all his glowing orbs and let out a loud screech. The music stopped and the audience roared. The rider and Bat dragon flew off towards the direction of the stables and away from the loud onlookers. Slate landed outside the stable door by the command of his master. He whimpered loudly, letting his fear escape him. He felt his mistress slide off his back. She undid the tack, letting it slide to the ground and removed all the glowing beads of light. Slate touched his mistress's nose with his and whimpered again. "I can't bear to see anyone else take you." The young girl whispered. Slate looked into her eyes, confused. The girl slowly raised a hand and slapped the soft spot right between his shoulders. He screamed in pain and out of reflex spread his black wings and rapidly fled from the girl. He wailed in a sense of betrayal and could hardly bear the sorrow. His mistress watched him disappear as he flew towards the full moon. "Goodbye." She whispered only loud enough for the wind to hear.

Sorry for the delay, here's the winner! Congrats on winning Slate!