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Here's your runner up from JMD 121

[Metallic Dragon]

Well hot dang! She's gorgeous! Thank you <3

*shoves information here* I'll be editing this when I get home and can re-color things and have time to re-write the bits that need to be rewritten

"wнeɴ yoυ αre мαd, мαd lιĸe тнιѕ, yoυ doɴ'т ĸɴow ιт. reαlιтy ιѕ wнαт yoυ ѕee. wнeɴ wнαт yoυ ѕee ѕнιғтѕ, depαrтιɴɢ ғroм αɴyoɴe elѕe'ѕ reαlιтy, ιт'ѕ ѕтιll reαlιтy тo yoυ."
-мαryα нorɴвαcнer

cαѕт oғ cнαrαcтerѕ:

Locura- A troubled jewel mane dragon whose mind plays host to a chemical imbalance that separates her subconscious into two distinct figures she believes to be real beings. Brought to the asylum by her mother when she was caught using her psychic powers to drive another jewel mane dragon insane after said dragon tried to tell her that Taygan was not real.

Taygan- One of Locura's hallucinated figures. Taygan is believed to be male and represents her subconscious thoughts of regret, rebellion, boldness, and action. Taygan is most often the hallucination Locura sees and is considered her best friend. Believed to have been around since Locura was 9 years old.

Aider- The second of Locura's hallucinated figures. Aider is believed to be female and no older than a child. Aider represents Locura's subconscious thoughts in regards to observation, planning, and short term memory. Aider is very seldom seen by Locura as she only tends to appear when Locura is lost or unable to solve a difficult problem. Believed to have been around often until Taygan appeared when Locura was 9. Appeared once when Locura was 11 and again during Locura's escape from the asylum.

White coats- Locura's name for the employees/psychologists at the asylum.

White Coat Lady- The psychologist specifically assigned to Locura's case.

perѕoɴαlιтy:

"Mother fears us. We’ve done nothing to harm her, and yet she reviles us. We are peaceful, we are kind. We are not those who would hurt other jewels. We just want to be left on our own, together, away from those who would separate us from one another. No one understands our plight though; they seek to lock us away. Mother says that we should not be talking to ourselves, but we don’t understand what she means. Would she have us separate when we are our only friends?"

Locura generally avoids conflict whenever possible. She does not fight often as being around tense situations gives her anxiety. However, she tends to follow the voice in her mind, Taygan, causing her to be rebellious at times. He holds a great amount of sway over her actions, something she chooses to ignore as she does not realize that he is nothing more than her imagination.

She is fairly shy, only willing to speak to her ‘friends’ unless she has no other choice or is spoken to first. In such a situation, she generally says very little, saying only what Taygan allows. Locura appears to fear her voices occasionally, but in actuality she respects them and trusts them completely. This respectful trust toward the voices is what has caused her mother to fear for her and bring her to the asylum in the first place. She does not fight them, following their instruction as if they were legitimate beings.

Of course, by its definition, an insane person does not know they’re insane. Therefore Locura gets confused and hurt when others accuse her of speaking to illegitimate beings. From a very young age she has known and imagined Taygan to be real. He is real to her in every possible way, and when others try to tell her that he is only a figment of her imagination she can get unbelievably angry.

Occasionally, when she’s upset enough, she is able to use her ability to imprint an image of Taygan in the minds of her accusers. This effectively quiets them for a time, though she has unwittingly driven a few other jewels insane using this very ability. This does not happen often as she’s generally able to keep her emotions in check. Even so, this is another reason that her mother fears her. Her mother has cause to believe that one day Locura will snap and use this very ability to drive her insane as well.

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Mother always told us that we were something special. Even when we were too small to talk, Mother said there was something different about us. We never understood what she meant until the day she told us that Aider couldn’t play with me anymore.

Aider understood. She told me that Mother couldn’t see her. Mother thought Aider was pretend and that at nine years old I shouldn’t play with imaginary friends anymore. We were upset, but Aider said she’d go. She promised she would come when I needed her, but she would listen to Mother and leave for now.

I have never been alone before, not even when I first hatched. When Aider left, I cried for days. Mother tried to comfort me, but I would not be comforted. I wanted nothing to do with Mother when she was the reason my friend had to go away. I was heartbroken that she would betray my trust that way.

I wasn’t alone for long though. When I look back now, I thank Mother for asking Aider to leave. Don’t get me wrong, I missed her and I loved Aider, but the hurt couldn’t last after I met him.

Taygan. With his dark raven-colored fur and crimson eyes. Even when he first approached me as I sobbed into my pillow, I knew he was handsome. He was my age, I hadn’t heard him enter the room, but as soon as his cold crimson eyes met mine, I knew he’d been waiting to come to me.

We avoided speaking when Mother was around. Taygan said she’d try to make him leave too if she found out he was here. We spent every day together. When we slept, we met up in our dreams. We learned and grew together and as the years passed, I overcame Aider’s loss with Taygan’s help.

We were sixteen when Mother heard us talking for the first time. She was angry with us and demanded that I ‘grow up’ and stop playing with imaginary friends. She told us that it was no wonder I had no real friends.

Taygan was angry. I had never seen him so upset. I was angry too. We made her see him. I had the power to make her see what we saw. She was frightened, but we knew she understood now.

Unfortunately her understanding didn’t last. We were made to go to a mind doctor for two years. He tried to make Taygan leave with his own jewel power. But Taygan helped me be strong and he refused to give in to their requests for him to go away. When we turned 18, we were finally strong enough to make the doctor see Taygan too. We made him scared, we were angry and Taygan said if we tried hard enough we could make the doctor see forever.

The next two years we made lots of other dragons see Taygan. Our ability was strong but we found out quickly that some of those we made see could not understand and they went mad.

I asked Taygan if we could stop and he agreed. We only used our ability when we got angry and we learned to keep ourselves calm, even when other dragons told us we were insane.

A week before we turned 21, we went to the park with Mother. All was going well until someone noticed me talking to Taygan… We didn’t want to do it, but he was being so mean. He called me crazy. He said Taygan wasn’t real and that there was no place in the world for nut-jobs like me.

We got so angry, so very angry. Mother tried to stop us, but we drove him insane, we forced him to see and we wouldn’t let him forget. Mother was scared. She told us Taygan had to go away. That she was taking us in and having the problem dealt with. We tried to run, but Mother wouldn’t let us go. Tomorrow, we go to the asylum. We’re scared… So scared…

ѕιɢɴιғιcαɴт joυrɴαl eɴтrιeѕ:

ιɴѕιde locυrα'ѕ мιɴd; ɴιɢнт oғ eѕcαpe:

The shackle chains clinked softly as I rolled to my feet and stretched, preparing myself for the big escape. I glanced around the darkened cell I’d been kept in, sighing softly, wishing that Taygan was still here with me. Lights out had begun several hours prior so I assumed that by this time, the guards would have made their rounds already and assumed that all of the patients were asleep, which meant they had no idea that I had managed to snap the chain that held me prisoner here.

Taking a few deep breaths to get up my nerves, I shuffled to the door, holding a particularly thin bit of the chain in my claw. This would serve as my way out. Luckily, Taygan had taught me how to pick locks. He was the master of opening locked doors, he’d have been proud if he had seen how quickly I managed to get my cell open. I crept out and closed my cell door behind me, knowing that when morning came, the white coats would find it empty and come looking for me.

As I started down the hallway in the direction I knew outside to be, I felt a jolt of excitement. I’d done it! Without Taygan’s help I managed to get out! Now I just had to get out of this horrible prison and find out where he was waiting for me. He promised that if I got out, he’d be waiting for me… I had to trust that he would keep his word. If not, I didn’t know what I would do. He was the smart and cunning one, always helping me when I didn’t know what to do.

Soft moans and distant shrieks echoed through the asylum as I moved quickly through the hallways. I finally reached another door, only to discover that it was locked. Of course. The white coats would have to lock down the asylum completely at night, wouldn’t they? I cursed softly under my breath, realizing that I’d left my lock pick back in my cell. I couldn’t go back and get it, there wasn’t enough time.

Keys. I’d have to find the keys. I groaned softly and shook my head, “Only the guards carry keys… I’m never gonna get out of here…” My voice was a whisper, but it felt good to speak again. I hadn’t spoken much since the white coats took Taygan away.

A shiver coursed down my spine, someone was watching me. I jerked my head around quickly, scrambling backward as I did so. From the shadows, a small figure approached. Small, but not unknown to me. “Aider!” I chirped, leaping forward to greet the shadowy figure.

“You called Locu?” The figure stepped out of the shadows and her face became recognizable. I hadn’t seen Aider since I was young, no more than a child!

“Where have you been all this time? I haven’t seen you since I got lost in the woods while mother and I were hiking!” I was ecstatic, but I forced myself to keep my voice to a low whisper.

“You didn’t need me; you had Taygan to help you. But he’s not here, so I came back again. Just until we get out of here. I know the way! And I remember where a key is!” Aider bounced happily in front of me, she hadn’t changed at all in the decade since I’d last seen her. I grinned and felt a little more confident having one of my friends by my side again.

We hurried off together along the path that Taygan and I always took on our walks before he was taken away. Aider was the best at finding things. She and I used to do everything together before Taygan found me so many years ago. It didn’t take long before Aider skidded to a stop and pointed at another closed door. “The key is in that one, remember! We saw it back on our first walk!”

I glanced at the door for a moment and then down at Aider, “But… it’s locked inside…” I wandered over and glanced through the tiny window in the middle of the door. Sure enough, on the far side of the room a rusted key hung from a dusty old hook. This door had been cracked open that day, but I hadn’t thought much of the key because I was with Taygan and a white coat always escorted us so thoughts of escaping never even crossed our mind. Now that Aider was here though, escape was the first and only real thing on our mind. “How do we open the door?”

Aider giggled, “The lock is broken silly Locu!” She hopped forward and pointed at the doorknob, showing me what I hadn’t noticed at first glance. “That’s why it was open when we walked that day, remember?”

I shook my head, but I knew she was right. The door had only been open a crack, something unheard of here. Now that I realized that, I was surprised that Taygan hadn’t noticed it and found a way to take advantage of it somehow. With a shrug, I leaned against the door and it slid open with a soft click. Moments later, I held the rusty old key in my claws. “This looks really old… Think the white coats even knew this was here?”

I glanced toward the door, but Aider was gone. Alone and suddenly lonely again, I hurried out the door and back the way I’d come. I felt tense as I came to the locked door and slid the key into the lock. Very gently, I turned the key in the lock and heard a small click as the lock gave. I couldn’t believe it! This key actually still worked!

Navigating the asylum was easy enough with my new key in paw. I found the door that lead to the outside yard with the big fence and padlocked gate. It too was locked, but I slid my key into the lock and it opened easily. Outside was beautiful, even in the darkness of the night. There were lights in the yard, moving around the property ‘for our safety’. I considered making a break for it, but decided that if I had a skeleton key to the asylum, I wanted to see what else I could open.

Turning away from the yard, I walked back inside with renewed confidence. It wasn’t long now until sunrise, but I was curious. I followed a sign that pointed me toward the ‘records room’ intrigued as I wanted to see what information they had on me since I was apparently one of the sick patients here.

I got the door to open just as easily as the others and carefully tucked the key into one of the shackles on my wrists so that my paws would be free. The records room was huge, but well organized. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to find my file. All of the files were organized alphabetically and according to the months admitted.

Greedily, I opened the folder and flipped through the pages, stopping at the ‘diagnosis’ page. “Schizophrenic. Patient speaks and interacts frequently to someone by the name of Taygan. Although not considered dangerous, patient’s mother has reason to believe that Taygan has more control over patient’s decisions than is safe for her. Patient believes that Taygan is a legitimate being and shows evidence of the ability to not only see and hear it, but touch and smell it as well.” My eyes widened and my paws began to shake. Crazy? The white coats thought I was crazy?

Frantically I flipped to the next page only to find photocopies of our journal. We hadn’t misplaced it! White coat lady stole it! Anger flooded my veins and I slammed the folder shut again, jamming it haphazardly back into the cabinet where I’d found it. I was breathing hard as I left the records room, not bothering to lock the door behind me. I was too angry. Not only were they accusing me of being insane, they said Taygan wasn’t real, AND they stole our journal.

It took all of my willpower not to charge headlong toward white coat lady’s office and demand to know what right she had to read our personal thoughts, but I forced myself to calm down. If I were to wake anyone now, they’d take me right back to my cell and fill me full of medications again. I had to find Taygan. And to do that, I had to leave this place. He promised he’d be waiting for me. I had to go to him.

Still fuming, I returned to the door that lead to the yard. Once outside, I went to the gate and unlocked it before charging away from the asylum full of crazies and white coats, toward the one place I was sure that Taygan would be.

Under the cover of the trees that surrounded the yard and kept the crazies from the eyes of the public, I sat down and curled my tail around my feet, waiting. It didn’t take long for soft pawsteps to echo through the air, coming toward me. I opened my eyes and looked directly into the eyes of my best friend. “Taygan, you’ve returned!” I murmured joyfully, getting to my feet with tears forming in my eyes.

He chuckled, “Ah, but Locu, I never truly left.”

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Together. The very word sent a happy shiver down Locura's spine. Her smoky violet eyes met the cold red of Taygan's and she grinned, "We did it! We escaped!"

Taygan chuckled again and nodded, "Yes, you did well to return to my side. Now, we've gotta get out of here. The whitecoats are bound to notice that we're missing sooner or later and it's probably best we be long gone."

With a nod and another triumphant smile, Locura turned and struck out through the thick trees, taking heart as she listened to Taygan's light pawsteps following close on her tail.

"I saw Aider in there. Do you think she's alright? I shouldn't have left her behind..." Locura's tail twitched suddenly, concern overwhelming her for a moment. "She helped me find the key so I could get out." Eyes alight, she flicked her wrist toward him mid-step, showing off the key that was still nestled within the shackle.

Taygan sped up slightly, moving in front of her, his raven dark fur shining blue in the moonlight. Locura jerked to a stop, her eyes going dark again with concern for Aider. Taygan sighed and placed a gentle paw on hers, "If Aider was already free of her cell and knew where a key was, I'm sure she's just as free as we are Locu. Don't fear for her."

The gentle words calmed her considerably and she pulled the key from the shackle. She then took the bit of cord that was tied to its ring and untangled it, tying it around the tip of her tail so that the key dangled just slightly from the tip. "There. That will serve as a reminder that we have earned our freedom and that we will not be held captive ever again."


The sun rose and began to make its way across the sky before Taygan finally agreed that they had travelled far enough from the asylum to stop and rest.

"Do you really think its safe?" Locura murmured to him, even as she felt her legs give out beneath her. She lay down with a yawn, only now realizing just how tired she was.

Taygan's eyes flashed slightly and he nodded, "I'll keep watch over you. Get some sleep. If there's any danger I'll wake you." He settled in beside her and she smiled at the warmth of his body beside hers.

"I missed you Taygan..." Her voice was faint with exhaustion, "Please... Don't ever go away again..." Her breathing slowed and deepened with sleep, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, Taygan joined her once more in her dreams.


The sound of several excited voices jolted Locura awake. She was shocked to find that something had been tied over her eyes and her paws were bound. Another cord tied her mouth shut and she could no longer feel Taygan's body pressed against her own. Terror jolted through her as she struggled momentarily against the bonds, realizing that the white coats must have caught her and Taygan while they slept.

She forced herself to calm down enough to use her psychic ability to yank the cover away from her eyes. Immediately the voices went silent and four heads turned to look at her.

"Oh look Adras, she's finally awake." A distinctly feminine voice said. Locura quickly identified the jewel that spoke and glowered as best as she could at her.

"Took long enough." A male, slightly larger than the others, took a few steps toward where Locura lay. She shrank back slightly, frightened without Taygan by her side to help make her brave.

Her eyes darted quickly around and she spotted him lying bound and gagged as well, several feet away from her. He wasn't moving at all and it took her a moment to see the slight rise and fall of his chest that meant he was still alive. Relief coursed through her, followed by anger. Who were these jewels that they'd managed to sneak up on even Taygan?

"Careful Adras, she's a purple jewel. Don't get too close." Another male spoke from out of Locura's view and she strained to see him. Growing frustrated with the gag on her muzzle, she again used her ability to remove it.

"Who are you?!" She snarled as soon as her mouth was free. "You're working for the white coats aren't you!? We won't go back! Please let us go! They'll kill him if they get their paws on us again!" He voice, which had started as a growl, became a frightened whine as she spoke, her eyes darted toward Taygan again. He still wasn't moving. Was he hurt? Why hadn't he woken up yet?

Adras looked confused for a moment before the confusion became a wicked grin, "You must be that crazy that escaped from the asylum last night." He glanced at her left ear, noticing the tag that was dangling there, "243, you're all over the news today. They said you're... dangerous." The jewel turned toward his friends, "What fun! We caught ourselves a convict!"

"Come on Adras, you'd best leave her alone. If the authorities are looking for her, we'd be better off far away from here. It's only been a year, I'm sure they haven't forgotten our past... adventures..."

"Oh shut up Wave, I know what I'm doing. Heck, they'll probably thank us for taking this problem off their claws." Eyes flashing with irritation momentarily, Adras moved quickly so that his muzzle was pressed close to the other jewel's face, "Sure the gang has been disbanded for a year, but come on, surely you haven't forgotten the thrill of the kill." He twisted slightly, looking back at Locura where she lay quivering. "For old time sake?"

Wave shook his head, "Dude, I've got a family these days. I can't get tossed in prison for your stupid decisions, seriously."

Locura watched the exchange with worry, glad to see that this Wave character at least seemed to have a little bit of humanity left in him. But at the same time, Adras seemed to be the leader. And a bloodthirsty one at that. "Um, excuse me, but can you two stop arguing and tell me what you did to Taygan?" She chimed, lifting her head slightly and glancing in her friend's direction.

The other two jewels, another male and the female that had spoken earlier wandered over to her. "Oh don't you worry about your 'friend', Adras is super nice." Sarcasm laced the female jewel's voice as she traced a claw along Locura's jawline. Her eyes were gentle as she spoke again, "Best stay quiet kid. Adras hasn't killed someone in a long time. You're a dead jewel." She smiled, "I'm Lunar, and this is Zharky. Not that it matters since you won't be around long."

Locura growled and glared up at them, "What. Did. You. Do. To. Taygan?" She made each word a sentence, feeling herself growing less frightened and more angry with each passing moment.

"We didn't do anything to 'Taygan', you were alone out here." Lunar chuckled, "But of course, I guess there's a reason you're wearing that asylum tag."

Anger flashed through Locura and her jewel glowed as she severed the bindings on her legs. Getting to her feet, she leaped at Lunar, only to be stopped by Zharky sticking out a paw to cause her to stumble. "Ooh, quick to anger if you dare call her crazy." He laughed, knocking Locura over easily as her paws got tangled in the cord laying around them.

She growled again, then shoved herself back to her feet and stalked toward where Taygan lay, her tail thrashing with irritation, jewels glowing brightly. "I'll ask you again," She snarled, directing her ability toward the two jewels facing her, "What did you do to him?" As she said 'him' she flashed an image of Taygan's unconscious body into their minds.


"Woah!" Zharky yelped, taking a step backward, "That's a new one! Hey Adras, get over here, this kid could be more fun alive than dead I think."

Adras turned from where he was still attempting to argue his point with Wave and cocked his head slightly, looking at Locura with interest, "What makes you think that?" He flicked his tail slightly, giving Wave a good smack over the head with it as he trotted over to where Zharky and Lunar were standing.

"That purple jewel of hers, she just made me see her hallucination friend. Betcha with a bit of persuasion, we could have a grand old time playing with her." Zharky chuckled and took a step toward Locura who was still breathing hard and glaring daggers at them. "Okay, say we tell you that your friend... Taygan, was it? Is just fine and all we did was knock him a good one and tie him up, would you stop being so grumpy and come hang out with us?"

Locura snorted, "And why would I want anything more to do with you?" She was still angry, but the change in approach had caught her off guard.

"Because, we're all reasonable jewels here. Well, most of us anyway." Zharky looked pointedly at Adras who shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "How's this, we let you and your friend here free, and then you guys come hang out with us for the day? I don't know about these guys, but I think you've got a pretty interesting skill with that jewel of yours. Could go mess with a few jewels, knock a few heads for a bit, and then you two can go running off into the sunset or whatever." He held out a paw, "Could be fun, right? What do you say?"

Locura glanced between the members of the dis-banded gang for a moment, then looked down at Taygan and back again before placing her paw against Zharky's in a form of handshake, "Might be amusing to mess with some of those white coats out looking for us. After everything they've done to Taygan and I."

Adras grinned broadly, teeth glittering in the sunlight, "Excellent."

___All Information below this line is already written above in the paperwork____

Patient Guardian: Metallic Dragon

Patient ID: #243
Patient Name: Locura
Name Meaning: Spanish for 'insanity'
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Patient Admittance Date: 2 January 2013
Patient Escape Date: 1 April 2013

Patient Diagnosis:
Believed to be schizophrenic. Patient speaks and interacts frequently to someone by the name of Taygan. Although not considered dangerous, patient’s mother has reason to believe that Taygan has more control over patient’s decisions than is safe for her. Patient believes that Taygan is a legitimate being and shows evidence of the ability to not only see and hear it, but touch and smell it as well.
Patient has begun treatment, though evidence was discovered that she was hiding her medication at the instruction of Taygan. We have supplied the patient with a journal in order to track her progress and become better able to treat her symptoms .
We believe that Taygan is a physical manifestation of the patient’s subconscious brought about by a chemical imbalance within her brain. We'll begin administering medications by injection as she sleeps. Administration in this manner will begin tonight, 1 February 2013.

All paperwork/journal pages made by me using GIMP
Coded by DaringAsh
Zharky, Lunar, Adrastos, and Wave (c) DaringAsh used with permission

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