[ToastingCinnamon]

This pseudo has tied up his mouth due to the fact that other Pseudos become nervous when he speaks because embers flow out of his mouth. Smoke puffs come out of his nose. He seems to be missing his dragon wings! (Must of been one of those pesky spirits).

For this contest you must design his dragon wings!

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Username:
Name:
Gender: Male
Wing design:

Note: You must draw the wings, it doesn't have to be full body art! You can get someone else to draw the wings for you, but it must be your original design!
Ends [strike]november 20th December 12th[/strike]!

[King of Crows]

Username: Nok
Name: Enfume (from the French "Enfumer" to smoke)
Gender: Male
Wing design: Work in Progress~!

[ivo]

Username:
ivo

Name:
Wren

Gender:
Male

Wing design:
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[rem sleep]

mark u v u

[PurpleKakashi]

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ϴｎｃｅ ｕｐｏｎ ａ ｔｉｍｅ...

This Pseudo has been watched by others his entire life and terrifies most, if not all others.
It didn't make for the greatest child hood, after all this Psuedo was born on fire... In such
fire it took his mothers life and any possible siblings he may have had. He had no great up
bringing and was terrified of his own abilities at an early age, loosing control often and
paying for it by being abused by his elders... His gift was shunned, forbid to be used or
mentioned, the older he grew the more and more he was avoided, hated and the more his
inner flame grew uncontainable....

It was dark when he lost control, for no real reason at all, the fire just got too hot to be in
his chest any longer and those who had scared him, harmed him and forced him into a cage
burned in one uncontrolled night. No amount of his own tears could stop the flames, they
just burned through his chest. Burning. Burning. Everything burning.

The next morning he woke, warm in the sun in a grassy fielded he'd never seen before..
That was when he saw her. The Sun. His Goddess, the one he'd seen in his mind for
years that had kept him sane when he felt his weakest. He did not dare speak for fear
she would burn in his fire as well, realizing his mouth band had been released in his
fit of flames. She smiled though, something no one else has ever done he was almost
he'd never seen from anyone else. She became his guiding light his love, his everything.

His Goddess.

Ｎｅｅｄ Ｔｏ Ｋｎｏｗ
User;;

PurpleKakashi

Name;;

Zahhak

Meaning/Derived;;

Dragon in Sanskirt

Nickname;;

Z or Zah-Zah

Gender;;

Male

Sexuality;;

Confused

Wing Design;;

Classic

Objects;;

Bandages, keeps mouth shut

Born;;

Oct. 31st

Age;;

Adolescents (16-19)

Theme Song;;

N/A

Personality;;

Zah is a order follower he
doesn't often argue much
or fight against being
bossed around, he is use
to it and likes being bossed
around more than being
left to his own. He can be
extremely possessive
though and becomes
violent if he thinks anyone
he has deemed "his" is
uncomfortable in anyway.
He is quite more often than
not, hating to speak with
his works, liking to speak
though actions more than
anything else.

Likes;;

The Sun

Dislikes;;

Water

Eyes by Me
Flames by Me
Wing Design by Me
Standing by Me

About these wings, they share a joints with either of his shoulders, extending like long
arms and long thin fingers with the strong membrane between them. On the shoulders
of his wings running almost to the "elbow" are feathers that match his feathery mane.
Some parts of the membrane do have small holes and tear, from his fire burning them
or just wear and tear from flying.

[koi97]

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Username;;
:~Koi~:

Full Name;;
Zmaj
{Pronounced
Zmai}

Origins;;
Zmaj is
'Dragon' in
Croatian/Serbian

Nicknames;;
Z, Fire breather

Age;;
23 years old

Gender;;
male

Sexuality;;
Confused,
Believes himself
to be Pansexual
and Panromantic

Nationality;;
Irish and Swedish

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Wings of a Hunter;;
xXx
Zmaj, oddly enough, has
owl wings. Due to the
nature of his wings,
Zmaj is a silent flier
and can easily sneak
up on others. Zmaj's
wings are long and
light, just like a birds.
Oddly enough, he is
also rather light so
he can fly. Zmaj's
wings are covered
in rust red feathers
tipped with black.
On the underside,
his wings are lighter
and more of a softer
rust red unlike the
darker top feathers.
The bottom is marked
with soft lines of
orange. His wings
seems to blaze like
a fire in the right
light. He most doesn't
fly expect for at
night due to the
way his wings
almost seem to
glow in sun light.
His wings are lean
and muscular, easily
allowing him to carry
small things such as
mice or rodents. He
is very agile with his
wings and can fly
quickly and swiftly.
His wings branch off
from his shoulders
and can curl up at
his sides when he
folds them.

Items of the Rogue;;
A golden locket
and key on a
leather necklace
with feathers
hanging from it.

Bandages around
his muzzle.

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Silence of History;;
The light was blinding. The young creature jerked
it's head back, red eyes slitted as it hissed. Feathery
wings bristled as it turned. The young dragon like
creature huffed, a deep annoyed growl escaping
the creature's throat.

"My son!" A deep clear voice calls.

The young creature hisses. He doesn't want to get
up. He turns his head and glares at a rusty red
creature with a black mane and underbelly. The
young male hisses at the larger one and glares. The
elder sighs and moves over to the hatchling. He
nudges the annoyed creature out of the nest, who
protests. The large one chuckles richly and smiles
before on.

"Zmaj!" A young red and orange female calls, smiling.

Zmaj hisses at her, his wings flaring slightly. He doesn't
want to get up! he was happy and content sleeping in
the comfy nest. A puff of smoke escapes his nose,
shocking the older creatures. The female steps forward,
glancing at the father. He shrugs. Zmaj backs away.

"I want to sleep!" He complains. The female sighs and
lashes her tail. "Well, you need to get up. It's almost
mid-day," she sighs.

Zmaj hisses and bares his teeth. The couple sighs at
their only child. He has always been stubborn and hot
headed. Another puff of dark soot escapes his nose
again. This worries his parents. They have never seen
anything like that happen. They already wondered why
he had wings, when they did not. His mother suspected
it to be a mutation. "I WANT TO SLEEP!" Zmaj wails. His
eyes blaze with anger. His parents sigh and shift.

"I'm sorry but you can't," his mother tries to reason with
him. Zmaj hisses, a small spark appearing behind his
teeth. His mother rears back in shock, red eyes wide as
she watches her annoyed son. Zmaj hisses again, maw
opening to show a forked tongue and a raspy tongue. She
frowns, before looking over at her. He shrugs again.

"Zmaj please calm down," Zmaj's father murmurs. He hisses
and clicks his teeth together. He just wants to sleep in more!
Last night, he had pain in his belly and he felt to hot to sleep.
Even now, the heat in his belly grows, and it seems to rise to
his throat. Suddenly, he opens his mouth and a swirling column
of red, yellow, and orange explodes from his mouth. The fire
hisses as it makes contact with the air, and scales. His parents
wail and back away quickly. Zmaj snaps his mouth shut quickly,
dread, horror, and guilt filling him. He never meant that! He
didn't think he could breath fire. He whines and backs away,
tail tucked and ears back. His parents lay on the ground,
whining in pain. Zmaj turns and flees, ignoring his mother as
she calls for him. He didn't mean to! He was just grumpy
because he didn't get to sleep! Hot, thick tears run down his
cheeks. His muzzle stained with soot. Zmaj dashes through
the forest, trying to get away from the scene he had caused.
He never wanted to hurt his family.

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Zmaj stares at the tattered cloth he now holds. He ran until
he came into a city. His parents never liked the city. They
loved the wild. They wanted to be free. Zmaj sighs, shaking
the memory away. Two days have passed since he saw his
parents. He lays down and takes the stripe of cloth in his
front paws. He moves his muzzle and ties the white cloth
curdly around his muzzle. He doesn't want to burn another
person again. He will never talk. He knows he will not be
able to control the raging fire that is in his body. He closes
his eyes and cries silently.

'I'm sorry, Mother....Father....'

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

hmmm, definitely watching,
though I may not try out c:

❤️

[PurpleKakashi]

Are more than one extra aloud~?

[husky.]

Username: husky.
Name: Sahrotaar, "Sahro"
Gender: Male
Wing design: wip

[ToastingCinnamon]

Are more than one extra aloud~?

Yup!