[ElementStar]

What is a Jewel Mane Dragon?
A Jewel Mane Dragon - often shortened to JMD, is a large dragon-like creature with extremely soft fur covering its entire body and special “jewels” located on both it’s head and tail. These jewels hold special powers, and grant each dragon abilities based on the color of the jewel. Many years ago, Jewel Mane Dragons were hunted for their pelts and jewels which were made into fine garments and luxury items. Around the turn of the century, the practice of hunting JMDs was outlawed. Since then most have taken to adopting Jewel Mane Dragons as companions.

This JMD is inspired by suggestions from community members. n v n

Sorry for taking so long to decide a winner! I wanted to make sure that I analyzed each poem well, and you all have lovely writing styles ; o ;

The winner of this JMD is Musical-Despair!
I love the story in this poem, and it gives the reader a good feel for Tsukiyama. From the beginning to the end, the poem fascinated me, and I could easily visualize what was going on by the way you wrote it.
The art and coding were lovely as well, so good job all together!
I hope you enjoy them n v n

Good luck in future competitions, to all other entrants :>
the forms and poems were lovely to read, and I hope to see more in the future!

This JMD will have poem competition with some extra options.
Coding is allowed of course, and you can draw or commission one art piece to go with the poem.
The poem has only one restriction. It cannot rhyme!
You may modify the layout of the form. uvu

You will also have to decide which jewel power they have!
It can either be red or purple. Info on jewel powers is on the main page.

Code: Select all

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] [meaning can be added, if applicable]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Jewel Power:[/b]
[b]Poem:[/b]

The end date is December 25th at 10pm, PST.

[broker]

Username: Bonus
Name: Crystalline
Gender: Female
Jewel Power: Purple "The control over physical objects, and mental states (telekinesis and mind control)"
Poem:

"I know not the way of the moon,
who her colors should reign down upon, or why she takes to the sun.
Where as I only know, that the night is a time of blessing,
under the black blanket, under the stars design.

Her older brothers join her in this nightly cycle,
Shining with a might greater, to aid her even with their distance.
Falter as they might, burned out by the city glow,
They will never stop in assisting, their little sister in the sky.

I know not the way of the moon,
what phase she shall undertake, where she might rise,
Where as I only know, that the night is a time of blessing,
under the black blanket, under the stars design.

She saw a night, of a thousand lies,
Each of them burned in the beyond,
and each of them befell to a greater woe,
The truth never set them free, she saw, the truth would never set them free.

I know not the way of the moon,
How she sways the tide, or beseeches wolves in the shade,
Where as I only know, that the night is a time of blessing,
under the black blanket, under the stars design.

Grant unto me, a piece of your light,
She told the sun, that one dark hour,
and I will share with the world, your glow
even during the twilight.

I know not the way of the moon,
who her colors should reign down upon, or why she takes to the sun.
Where as I only know, that the night is a time of blessing,
under the black blanket, under the stars design."

coding is a wip~
very lovely design elementstar<3

[Wulfjaw]

Wow, this dragon os gorgeous. I have to wait two months before I can adopt another one, so good luck, guys! If any of you would like, you could use my dragons in your forms. This one looks like they could maybe be related to Divine?

[resolution]

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ;; resolution

иαмɛ ;; saki

мɛαиιиɢ ;; the japanese word meaning destination.

ɢɛи∂ɛя ;; male

ʝɛωɛℓ ρσωɛя ;; red- but more in the sense of radiating heat.
he can create flames, but he rarely chooses to do so.

ρσɛм ;; Cirrus clouds streak across a bright blue sky;
as if chasing each other in innocent play,
they leave their white footprints on the horizon.
Autumn leaves whirl in a frenzy on the sidewalk;
as if doing their feeble best to follow the leader,
they leave their stragglers in the gutter of the street.
Transparent figures drift among the crowded streets;
as if not abiding by a set path,
their movements are aimless and unsure.

A cold front moves into a still room:
my hair begins to stand on end,
the small watch on my wrist counts the days.
tick-tick-tick-tick
The temperature drop gives me chills:
my eyes begin to dart uncontrollably,
the clock fastened to the wall counts the hours.
tick-tick-tick-tick
The scene is filled with a sense of dread:
my stomach churns in my body,
the oak grandfather clock chimes to count the minutes.
tick-tick-tick-tick
There is an indescribable pressure emanating from behind me:
my instincts tell me to run,
the black alarm clock screams to count the seconds.
tick-tick-tick-tick
As if nothing happened, the air becomes warm:
My heart-rate relaxes,
The analog time-pieces have been frozen at noon.

A group of three young children boisterously run about;
their voices and spirits are high,
as they frolic as freely as songbirds.
A pair of two adults are seated in a sophisticated restaurant;
their voices are low and their spirits respected,
as they converse as strategically as hawks.
A single elderly man is seated wearily at a park bench;
his voice is worn and his spirit cracked,
as he watches the park activities like a crow.

The heating the room starts to rise:
beads of sweat begin to line my face,
there is a gentle tapping at the window.
click-click-click-click
The warm air begins to settle into stillness:
my movements begin to turn sluggish,
the rapping at the window increases in intensity.
click-click-click-click
The stagnant air becomes ever-thicker:
my breathing becomes more labored,
the knocking at the glass becomes panicked.
click-click-click-click
The walls of the room appear to condense around me:
My mind threatens to lose its consciousness,
The harsh smacking of the window shatters the glass.

Being ripped out of the trance-like state,
I awoke in a cold sweat.
The room around me is dark, empty,
but I am alone, for as much as I can see.
In my relieved emotion and heavy exhale,
I failed to take note of the unnatural shadow
standing motionlessly in the corner of my room.

[gold]

Marking

[koegami]

Reserved

[fabled_]

Username:
dare~

Name: [meaning can be added, if applicable]


Gender:
female

Jewel Power:
Puple

Poem:


I will hopefully have time to do this <3 if not I will stalk and make gift art for the winner ^^

[DragonGlitch]

REEES

[Musical-Despair]

" ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵏᶤᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᶤᵈᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵉʳᵗˢ˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ʰᶤᵈᵉ ᵖˡᵉᶰᵗʸ "

Username ::

I'm Musical-Despair. Im currently a non-owner!

Name ::

Tsukiyama // Meaning "Moon Mountain"

Gender ::

Demiboy // He/Him & They/Them are alright with him

Jewel color ::

Purple

Jewel Abillites ::

" The control over physical objects, and mental states"

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He went into town for a pleasant stroll,
his elegant stride brought attention to the townspeople eyes,
so they waved to the man who'd live there his whole life.
He acted divinely, as if he had no secerts, nothing to hide.
His appetite was ravenousness, his mouth watering
although filled with agitation, he still kept his mannerness

Stepping into the manor, covered with vines,
stepping in, he called for his servants who walked to his side
Sitting him down at the coffee table,
they anxiously wait for their masters request,
the words left his mouth, and they began to work
so now he paitently waits for his tea.

His stomach growls louder, the sound ircking his ears
he ignores its pleads and waits.
The servant finally came, leaving the tray of sweets behind too,
although, they didnt appease his appetite.
His hunger now growing, now wincing in pain.

He knew normal food wouldnt fill his hunger,
but his last restort didnt seem any better.
Standing up, he called out for his cook.
Giving them the orders to cook his meal,
he now anxiously waits, to see if the meal calms his hunger.


His meal was placed in front of him, and he was left to feast.
Taking one bite, he knew it wasnt enough, but he finished the meal anyways,
lolling his head head, he called now, to his maid, asking them to prepare a bath.

Tsukiyama walked down cold cellar steps,
illuminated by faint lights on the wall,
he watched a quivering figure crawl up beside the wall.
His stomach now growled louder, not being able to resist the temptation.

Apologizing to the victim, he starred menacingly with a smile,
taking a paw, he reached for his meal.

Made by Ciphir
Higher res/ Unshaded

[Pinkapillar]

Username:
Blue Android
Name: [meaning can be added, if applicable]
WIP
Gender:
WIP [Probs genderless
Jewel Power:
WIP
Poem:
WIP

{{OH I love poems! I just wanted to mark this before I forgot X3}}