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 Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:29 am
Because I no longer remember what I was going to do with these, and my inbox really needs cleaning.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:34 am
Trio Maxwell-Chang Name: Trio Maxwell-Chang Dragon's Name: Mirissi Gender: Female Color: Green Entry:Mirissi sighed, sitting down in the sand near the water and simply watching the waves as they lapped at the shore. It felt good out here - warm sun beating down on her emerald skin as she stretched and let her mind wander, focusing initially on the rhythmic sounds of water and the creatures that lived near the sea. Then, slowly, concentration faded, and she felt herself relax fully. She draped her body onto the sand, laying on her stomach so that the tiny grains wouldn't infest her hair while she dozed. It was a good day - fairly lazy, for once. She'd had little to do, and slipped away for a bit of a break. As she felt tense muscles loosen, she began to smile softly, moving to prop herself up on her elbows and draw odd little pictures in the sand with a finger. The dry granules immediately slipped into the grooves left behind, leaving a shallow imprint that the wind would quickly erase, but she wasn't after permanence. There was a time for all things, and some of the most enjoyable were also the briefest. Her hair spilled around her, tickling her neck as she continued to play. She wasn't good at drawing - possessed no innate talents and didn't delude herself about her abilities. But it was a fun way to pass the time, especially when her intentions were to be as relaxed as possible. Later, she might try a dip in the water, trading dry warmth for slightly cooler wet. But the sun had invaded her body, making her sluggish and reluctant to rise. As she lay there, Miri pillowed her head on her arm, still drawing simple patterns while thinking to herself. Tomorrow might be a good day to invite her friends over. She'd missed seeing them, and they could spend a day of quiet comfort just enjoying each others' company. Besides, it would be fun to gather the others and play a game or two, perhaps tell stories to each other. But first, she'd have to clean her lair out, doing all the normal chores she'd want done before they arrived and she'd have to make something good to eat for them, so that would take work, too. But oooh, it'd be worth it, she knew. Enchanted by the idea of her friends coming over, she finally gathered herself up, shooting a brief, considering gaze toward the water before shaking herself off and dusting away the last of the sand before turning to head back to her lair with a spring in her step. Most of what needed to be done could be dealt with today, leaving her time to relax tomorrow before she dragged the others over.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:35 am
Rayne Winner (( Hope I did this right, I picked the sandbar/lagoon area for the rp to be at and a Male Brown to rp. heart )) He came awake to the sensation of warm sun on his back, the wind smelling of salt blowing in off the sea, and the sounds of birds above him. He felt for a moment as if he were on a tropical vacation getting away from it all somewhere… Then he made the mistake of shifting and that awoke within him the sensation of pain everywhere it seemed to sting and the sand below him felt as if it were working its way into wounds, and the salt of the water that was splashing onto him made them burn all that much more. The fairy dragon forced himself up to his hands and knees despite the pain and he crawled forward towards the water and looked down into it. He starred at his reflection for a long draw out moment, brilliant emerald eyes gazed back at him and he had to lift a hand to run it over his cheek to make sure that he was who he saw in the waters surface as he didn’t recognize the face. His fingertip traced over a marking one that had nearly removed one of his gem like eyes. Shallow cuts that were across his left cheek ending just below his eyelid. Upon examination of himself he found many more wounds, that looked as if they had been done by claws, scattered across his lithe form. They would heal though from the looks of them though scars would be left behind on his deep brown skin but that didn’t at all matter to him at the moment. What mattered was now that he could see himself in the water he could tell where the true pain radiated from, it was from his back. He reached over his right shoulder to touched a bloody stump where one of his wings had once been and he gave a full body shudder as he stretched the other one out examining it closely. His hand drew back and he starred at the blood, fresh blood. And so many wounds. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to recall what had landed him here on this sandbar and what had gone on to give him such wounds. Nothing came to him though but the echo in his mind of his name, Devica.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:36 am
Kokuei Chaos Early morning sunlight filtered through lush green leaves of the West Woods in a combination of green and gold, falling across the lone figure of a young male fairy dragon standing with his eyes closed and face turned upwards towards the sky. There's a sort of tense excitement about his stance although a calm serenity is reflected on the smiling face. All was quiet still, save for the light sporadical chirpings of certain morning birds and the occasional rustling of foliage as small animal scrambles across the forest floor. The warm summer wind whistled about the small clearing in the woods, playfully tugging at Raelithe's long, loosely braided golden hair, teasing strands out of the silver band holding the ends in place. Spreading out his arms, with every part of his pale white body taking in the warm sunlight, the soft breeze, and the familiar smell of the place, Raelith absorbed the very feel of the place. The mossy ground is moist with the lingering dampness of a light shower the night before and flowers, upon close inspection, can be seen with dewdrops adorning the colorful petals. Raelithe has always enjoyed the sense of tranquility the place offered, the quiet simplicity of the place, the natural perfection that filled every sense and often caused tinges of excitement in his soul. In the early morning before others are about, this place was Raelithe's haven away from the cares of everyday life. This is a time of quiet retreat before the day's duties are begun. The boy drew a deep breath and slowly, as if not entirely of his own will, began a hauntingly sweet melody that wrapped around the trees, accompanied the dancing leaves, and rose into the cloudless blue sky. The tone was strange, certainly nothing Raelithe had ever heard before. The language was also one that he only vaguely remembered someone singing once a long long time ago, a cloudy figure in his mind that seemed to give off the warm comfort of motherhood. His hesitant, unsure voice grew steadily stronger as the boy gave up trying to analyze the sound but rather gave himself to it, allowing himself to be absorbed in the feel of the song, along with the comfort and joy it brought. Every part of his pale body was focused on the sound. Even his transluscent blue-silvery wings caught the excitement and flapped gently with each inflextion in the music. [hours passed, with the haunting song still weaving about, seeming to echo amongst the trees..] Slowly, ever unwillingly, Raelithe drew the piece to a stop, with the end of the song slowly blending into the longing sighs of the gentle wind. He opened his eyes, revealing thoughtful golden eyes that gazed far off in the distance, beyond the trees and the present into the hazy past.. Slowly, with an effortless grace, the young male glided unnoticed into the trees, unaware in his quiet solitude that an entire afternoon had passed him by...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:37 am
Vashtya Yarr...I've been lurking around the thread struggling to restrain myself from trying to get one for quite some time...but my willpower caved tonight gonk ...so, here goes nothing. xd . Ye Entry Senka scowled, blowing one unruly tuft of silver-white hair out from in front of one vibrant green eye. He disliked having his vision impaired, for ANY reason. His mouth formed a small moue of irritation, and he sprung into movement, leaping down from the low branch he'd perched so neatly on. His shimmering silver body gleamed softly in the sunlight that filtered down through the treetops above, revealing a blood-red, tribal-looking series of markings that wound their way from his left shoulder down to his hand. Gracefully, Senka slunk towards the larger of the two lakes that were called the "East Lakes", his posture downright predatorial. Crouching down by the lake's edge, he dipped his hands in, cupping them slightly and bringing the cool water to his mouth, sipping at it slowly. His tail flicked idly back and fourth, almost as if to express his pleasure at the sensation of the cold liquid flowing down his dry throat. It was an idyllic scene...until the mid-afternoon sunlight caught and exposed the blades showed that he could indeed back up the menace that often gleamed in his frigid gaze. A few moments later, he got fluidly to his feet, his lean muscles moving smoothly under his skin as he prowled a little ways into the forest from which he'd so recently emerged. Stretching luxuriously, the silver dragon growled irritably as his stomach let him know that it was time to prowl for something to eat. Like quicksilver, he was off, his bladed tail somehow avoiding slicing up all the surrounding vegetation--after all, that'd leave a pretty clear trail, wouldn't it? Ducking under branches and gracefully clearing logs and the occasional fern, Senka was in his element, every sense attuned to his surroundings. Abruptly, he froze, eyes narrowing as he tilted his head slightly, trying to better listen for the telltale rustle he'd thought he heard. Carefully, his feet making no sound on the dead leaves that littered the ground, he hunkered down, unheeding of the mud and other bits of loam smeared across his pale body, completely focused. There it was again...! Tail curled close to his body, he flew into action, moving on all four limbs so as to be less visible as he catapaulted through the greenery that was his home. Spotting a flash of brown, he changed course slightly, overtaking the squirrel easily. A few moments later...Eyes glowing contentedly, Senka made the most of the meal, foraging a bit for a few edible plants to accompany his rather simple main course. When he'd finished, he buried the scraps, and made his way back to the lake's edge, albeit far slower than he had the first time. It was amazing, how lazy a full belly would make one feel. Sighing blissfully, he waded into the water, undoing the long braid that he kept his hair in, washing off all of the dirt he'd managed to get on himself in his mad dash after the squirrel. Immediately after he flicked the last glob of mud from his body, Senka dove cleanly, submerging himself completely. Shaking his head under water, he ran his claws through his hair, thrilling at the sensation as his hair floated in tangled skeins around him, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance, although none but the fish would be able to enjoy it. At the urging of his lungs, and finally content that he was satisfactorily clean, Senka pushed off the bottom of the lake, his head breaking the surface of the water with a dramatic splash. Panting lightly, he recovered his breath quickly, and swam back towards shore, re-braiding his hair once he reached a point where he could touch again. A few moments later, he stalked out of the water, wandering a short distance down the shore until he found what he was looking for. With a small sigh of contentment, the silver dragon sprawled on a boulder, eyes drifting shut as the sun re-warmed his skin. He was full and clean. Life...is good. the silver dragon thought to himself, his tail curling sinuously around his stomach, the threatening blades resting cooly against his pale skin as he drifted off into a light sleep.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:38 am
TormentedAngie Soft foot-falls echoed in her thoughts as she wandered down a seemingly unused path. A small handkerchief was half open, forming a pocket in which housed the berries she was picking. It was a wonder though, that any berries made it to the pocket, since she was eating most of what she picked. Marianna hummed softly to herself, relishing in the silence around her. Never to comfortable in groups, she found herself constantly wandering alone. Yet it didn't seem to bother the little dragon. She found the calm and reserve needed to work on poetry and writing, while being alone. Her eyes shimmered as she caught sight of a particularly pretty mix of berries and wildflowers, entangled together like lovers on a rainy sunday.
She herself was a rather pretty specimen, although she never considered herself as such. Her dark blue body contrasted pleasantly with her silver-blue hair, which blew gently in the light breeze, baby blue ribbons holding the hair that crowned her face back into a half ponytail. Crystal blue eyes lit up as she spied something brightly colored within the berry bush. Mari's quiet, nearly non-existant voice cooed softly at the mystery creature, as she pushed aside a branch to get a closer look. It was a monarch butterfly, the largest she'd ever seen. The little dragon was quite surprised as the butterfly fluttered out of the berry bush to alight on her shoulder, folding its wings to ride peacefully along with her. Absolutely tickled by this discovery, Marianna continued to pick berries, as well as wildflowers, offering a few of the flowers to her new companion to sniff. A rather largish flower caught her eye, and delicately, the little dragon knelt down to stroke the silky petals.
Already she was getting inspiration for a poem, or maybe she'd turn it into a story of some sort. Filing the beauty and sereneness of the clearing in the back of her mind for future reference, Marianna continued to wander, to see if anything else of amazement would appear to her. She sure hoped so. The silvery-blueish markings upon her body almost glowed with excitement. It wasn't every day that she made a friend, even if that friend was a silent butterfly. Resisting the urge to pat her companion, because she was afraid of scaring it off, Mari simply smiled at it and glanced towards home. The sun was starting to go down, lengthening the shadows, and giving an orange tinge to the sky, which reflected upon her wings. Light blue in color normally, they were tinted almost a purple with the setting sun. Time to go home, providing she'd managed to keep from eating all the berries, and had enough in her handkerchief to last her for at least a snack this night. Peering into the pocket, it appeared that she did indeed have enough, but as she turned around, she stripped a few more berries from a rather well endowed bush. And thankfully, she managed to keep from eating the majority of the berries, sliding them into her pocket for later.
The clearing was darkening a little faster than Mari expected, so she skittered to the edge of the area before gently holding out her finger to her new friend. The butterfly gently walked atop of her finger and she slowly drew her hand away from her shoulder, letting it rest along a branch of the berry bushes. The butterfly seemed to understand and crawled back to where it came from, fluttering its wings as if to say goodbye. The little dragon smiled at this, silently promising to come back tomorrow to visit. Skipping happily down the path towards home, she couldn't help but giggle. What'd started out as a simple berry picking trip, ended up in a rather productive experience. When she got home, she'd get to writing, to at least put her thoughts down on paper about how beautiful her friend was, and the magic behind the day.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:41 am
Dazza The young purple male sighed softly as he let his fingers run though his long hair braiding it down his back. He allways kept it in a braid. having it to allmost knee lenght it was just too long to keep lose. Besides... He liked braiding it. He let the long braid fall down his back as he stood looking down at himself brifly. His skin a light lavender color defining him as a purple... ice blue marking's swirling up his left side like a cool breeze of wind from his foot til his forhead. His wings where slightly smaller than most dragons leaving him unable to fly. That was a bit dissapointing... but he'd learned to live with it by now. Most of his hair was gathered in the braid... only a shoulder length stand hanging down in each side decorated with pearls and his soft bangs covering his forhead falling just above his eyes. Thoes bright blue/green eyes... Sighing softly he ran a hand though his bangs befor he whent to the table by the wall. His violin lay there. An instument he had learned himself how to play. A candel was placed on the table right besides it lighting up the area of the lair right around the table. He used that light to see by as he gently let his fingers run over the violin befor he picked it up reaching for the violin bow with the other hand. He smiled to himself. There was no better way to relax than this... Lifting the violin to his shoulder he rested his chin against it and gently placed the bow to the strings. The soft tones of the violin soon reasounding though the lairs. Closing his eyes he gave himself over to the music and let the violin sing...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:42 am
worldwithoutsong World wanders, trying to catch her breath after searching nearly all of the west woods, "Rei! I know your out there. Do you intent to let me walk around all day looking for you?"
there is a slight rustle in the branches far above and suddenly she hears a soft murmer and giggling from behind her "but then whom should I follow around the forest. I still haven't found anyone as amusing as you are. It's jsut so cute the way your flail when you trip."
World whipped around nearly walks into the mischevious little being flitting at eye level. She glared deep into the blue eyes trying to keep a scowel. "you've been folowing me this entire time?" In responce she got a small giggle and nod. World was doign her best to keep the scowel on her face but knew how pathetic it must look. She finally relented and gave out a long sigh while laughing. "You are so annoying sometimes, you know."
"and that's why you keep coming back." The Fairy Dragon finally alighted on a treestump so that he was standing just a little bit lower than world's chin. "so what do you want to do now? Cause now that you know I'm here I dont 'think I can laugh as I watch you get hoplessly lost again Rei howled and laughed adn jumped out of the way as she threw a stick from the ground.
He flited around behind her and flicker her hair with his tail as his own long metalic blue hair streamed behind him, in sharp contrast to his bright red skin. "you little......" She couldnt' finish her statement because she was so caugh up in laughing at his antics. Finally she got her composure back and shook her head, "lets jsut head to the river so I can get a drink. We'll figure what to do next from there." She turned to walk off to the river but stoped adn called over her shoulder. "And no pushing me in this time."
Rei again becang to roll through the air as he howled with laughter, "Awwwww. but you make such a good fishie. Though your swiming could use a little bit of work." His red lips parted in a mischevious smile as he zipped on ahead of her and she just shook her head adn cahsed after him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:44 am
Bluefire Dragonz There was a flash of movement through the dark, life-less trees, followed by a the sound of an animal in pain. A creature steps out and the sun makes his silver skin glow. Icor drips from his fingertips, his entire lower arms covered with the stuff. He stumbles, falling to his knees. "Vasilis...." a voice calls from far away, the sound thin and mournful. He raises his head, hair that was usually back in a neat ponytail falling over his shoulders and face. That face was haunted, the blue eyes wide and staring. His lips moved, but all that came out was that moan of anguish. The wind gusted through the dead trees, rattling their dry branches. "Vasilis...." The caller would be very disapointed with him if they found out what he had done. Vas whimpered and touched his face, his claws leaving smudges of red. He had to go away, it was the only thing left for him. The silver fairy dragon stood up shakily, his hair tumbling down past his hips until the wind picked it up and whiped it around. As he trudged away into the trees, the voice called again, "Vasilis..." as though mocking him. The one named for royalty crindged and jerked into a run, a bit of light sparking off a single tear...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:45 am
Kimaria ((since I rushed the first one I edited it a bit to make it better, hope that's okay...I was going to edit it in the outbox but it doesn't appear to be in there for some reason...So you can ignore the first one completely.)) The soft sounds of birds in the trees was somewhat soothing to the male dragon as he sat upon a moss covered rock, tail swishing from side to side in a patient rhythm. Green eyes settled on the sky above and a great sigh escaped from his lungs as he leaned forwards to cup his head in his hands.
The sun played down onto his iridescent wings and captured his tail in a brilliant shine, everything was quiet…oh so quiet and the dragon was beginning to get a little bored. He had often been alone with nothing but the wood critters to keep him occupied and it was starting to get to him. He was pretty sure he had gone insane from lack of communication with his brethren. Wrinkling his nose as he thought over what choices he had he leapt to his feet, spinning mid-air to land with a cat-like grace. With a toothy grin he ran fingers through his shimmering hair before leaping into the sky, embracing it with his glistening wings.
Velkan as he was known to the few who had met him was not a fast flyer, he preferred the slow and graceful flight so that he could listen to the faint hum of his pinions. The dragon wanted to make an impressive entrance to anyone who might be around but sadly his efforts appeared to be wasted in the strangely empty woods.
His bladed tail swing precisely in the air to help move his lean body in the clouds whilst his wings continued to work almost effortlessly to hold his weight. With a yawn and a flick of his tail Velkan began to whistle to fill the silence that always seemed to consume him, a somewhat cheerful tune that contrasted with his mood.
The silver was friendly enough but being slightly bigger made him more intimidating, that and his lack of manners. Being alone most of his life had left him without quite knowing how to communicate to others. He would often stutter when nervous or seem completely obnoxious but really he was just inexperienced at making idle banter. Unlike others he had born an only child with no siblings to play with and memories of his parents were fleeting.
As his wings beat he spread his hands before his snout and looked down at his empty palms, "First I must get something to eat," He folded one claw down as he checked off each plan, "Then fly about till I find someone who won't be afraid." He laughed at that one and shook his head. If he didn't laugh the big, scary looking dragon would most likely be flooded with tears. Velkan had a feeling it was going to be quite a chore to find someone who wouldn't fear him, unless of course it was a dragon has scary as himself. "I must act civilised and not be rude." He continued, he had a habit of talking to himself, "I must be polite and use all that I have learned. No scowling, growling or romping around." He nodded sharply, agreeing with himself completely.
The silver had made a lot of progress in communicating over the past few weeks, often spying on other dragons to see how they reacted. Only a short while ago had he seen a young pair of draclings flirting with each other and a few others talking about some sort of talking rock? Such trivilaties confused him but he decided if that was the sort of thing he had to talk about he would do it.
A wave of rain lashed down at him once more and with an exasperated sigh he tumbled downwards into a neat dive, tucking his wings against his back to move faster. The rain had been more frequent lately, a true sign that winter was setting in on Orchestra and being homeless and friendless it was sure to be a terrible few months for the lonesome adult.
Landing on all fours he squeezed his large body through some bushes and came out into a small clearing which homed a small waterhole; newly created from the recent downpours. He gave a loud sneeze as he moved over to the water's edge and lowered his snout to its surface which was constantly being stirred by raindrops. He cupped his hands and scooped up some cold water lifting it to his mouth and taking a long drink. The water was cold but refreshing and he drew in another calming breath before sitting back on his haunches and swinging his tail to wrap around him. He gave a small shudder and furled his wings wondering whether he should just turn back to the small hollow he had dug out in the ground. The temporary little hole would at least offer more shelter than the trees.
Velkan lowered his face and wrinkled his nose once more at the dragon looking back at him, snarling he reached out and lashed at the water 's surface, ruining the reflection of his own visage. If he had been another dragon he would have run away from him too. Trembling from cold and grief he closed his green eyes to shut out the image. His two over-developed canines which stuck from his mouth certainly did make him look like some blood-thirsty monster. Could he blame others for being nervous around him when even he couldn't stand being around himself.
Rolling his shoulders to prepare himself for flight once more he turned back towards the trees, the sounds of voices echoing deep within, tension and panic bunched young muscles and he looked about almost frantic. He wasn't ready to face anyone yet, he had to eat first dammit!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:46 am
dropdadgbe The character is female. Back story wise, here's what I was thinking: she fled on her own before the dragons had their memories erased, so she still remembers everything. As a result, she has a hard time trusting most of the other dragons, for fear that they'll flip out and try to kill her again. She made her own way to Orchestra, but hid from the others because she wasn't sure they were safe. She's actually been camped out here for a while, and has just been evading people. I don't really care what color she is, although I've talked this through with shim and she thinks I should pick green. I think I'm gonna name her "Verte" which is the singular-feminine conjugation of the French word for "green." She really doesn't strike me as the sort who could hunt and forage and generally hold her own very effectively. She should probably be a bit on the skinny and malnourished size, but she shouldn't look lifeless. She's got a bit too much spirit in her to be lifeless. This RP takes place at the never-used location 8: Plateau/Cliffs. Thanks again for the second license. I didn't even realize I'd want one until I thought this girl up. I can't wait to see how she holds up in the contest. --drop ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lash those beams together tightly," she ordered to seemingly no one in particular. Instead, she was speaking to herself, as had become her habit. "Wouldn't want them to slip. And make sure that canvas is secure too," she added.
She was alone on the top of a cliff, and there were no other Fairy Dragons to be seen. She hadn't seen anyone since she'd come to the island. Oh, she knew they were there--she'd seen the evidence: holes, campfire ashes, and tracks. But she had no way of knowing if they were friendly or hostile, so she'd kept to herself. She didn't want a repeat of what had happened before...
"No, you're doing it wrong!" she exclaimed suddenly, throwing the beams she was tying to the ground and jumping to her feet. She was surrounded by a collection of sticks, cloths, rocks, and most importantly rope. Without rope, there was no way this project would work. Of course, all the rope in the world wouldn't help her as long as she kept messing this knot up.
"That's not a square knot! That's two overhand knots that're backwards!"
"I'm sorry... I didn't know..."
"You did too know!" she leapt down on the knot, held it in both hands, and started to critique it. "When you pull on a square knot like this, it's supposed to look..."
"Like that?" She tried her best not to smirk. She hated it when she smirked.
"Yeah, well, yours is ugly anyways."
With quiet satisfaction she picked up the knot, and started coiling the rest of the rope to make wrapping the lash faster. It was a square knot, alright, she thought as she coiled, Too bad it was supposed to be a clove hitch.
"Hey, wasn't that supposed to be a clove hitch?" she asked triumphantly.
She hated it when she did that. Not even her own thoughts were safe. "sorry?" she offered meekly.
"Just do it right next time."
She made a mental note of it, but the next time would have to wait. This was the last lashing, and then she'd finally be finished. IT would be built.
One, two, three wraps...
Frap frap frap...
One, two, three...
There!
She tied up the loose end, then picked up the device to admire her handiwork. It was amazing--sleek and lightweight, but powerful. She hefted it and moved it around to her back so she could strap it on. It really was perfect--the wings were just the right size and everything. The glider would serve her well.
She started to fasten the harness around her front, but the straps wouldn't reach all the way around. "No!" she exclaimed. The straps were caught on something, so she pulled on them harder--and was rewarded with a sharp pain in her back. Her wings had gotten themselves tangled up and in the way.
Her... wings?
She blushed, as she suddenly realized she'd completely forgotten about her wings. She felt really foolish now, after putting so much work into building the glider.
"Nice going, genius," she said as she untangled the ensnared appendages.
"May as well make the most of it," she said back. Her wings free, she fastened the straps around her anyway. She gave them a tug to make sure they were snug, and took several steps back.
With a running start, she leapt from the cliff, and could feel the wind wrapping around her, embracing her, lifting her up...
"WAHOO!!!" she exclaimed, and soared high above the Island of Orchestra.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:52 am
FeatherSoftWings Awakening to the sound of rushing water, Velvet stretched and blinked. Sitting up, she looked around in wonder. Where was she? Was this it? She carefully climbed to her feet and walked stiffly over to the nearby lake. The journey had been long-- her wings and legs ached horribly! She knelt carefully and began washing her face in the cool water... Seeing her reflection, she stopped and stared, hardly able to believe that the filthy image staring back was her! How had she gotten so dirty? She continued to stare at herself for a moment, then suddenly dove into the lake. With the cool, clear water enfolding her, she began to scrub the muck from herself before she even rose to the surface again. There was no way could she be seen like this! Never! She worked on her hands and arms first, then her hair and wings. Diving again, the last of the mud was scoured from her legs, body, and tail. Refreshed by her bath, Velvet practically exploded from the depths of the lake next to the falls. This was much better! She swam to shore and found a sunny spot to sit and dry, as she watched the play of light on the falls. She'd always liked waterfalls, so calming. Shaking out her hair, she began to run her fingers through it to help it to dry neatly. As she worked, watching the falls, the soft blue one wondered if she had the right island... and if so, where the others might be?
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:53 am
Neko Girl I, um... kinda remembered something that I forgot to submit with the entry, I'm sorry! sweatdrop Here is the basic profile that was supposed to go with my entry. I also edited the RP slightly, but it's not really a big change. x.x I'm sorry if I'm troubling you with this!Quote: Name: Laylana Gender: Female Color: Blue (light/pale) Eye color: Deep blue Hair color: "Platinum" (silvery white) Basic personality: Shy, calm, cool, collected, quiet. Laylana likes to be alone usually, and isn't very talkative. She likes quiet things, and wishes for nothing more than a friend she could just sit in silence with. She prefers to observes the others, but worries about how everyone else perceives her actions. A reader and a dreamer, Laylana spends a lot of her time by the water or sitting in trees. Quote: Laylana sat by Sky Lake, her two-toed feet dangling slightly into the cool water. Light blue claws entwined themselves in her nearly white short hair, moving the strands behind her ear as her deep blue eyes steadily watched a group of fairy dragons playing in the water on the other side of the lake. She was listening, paying attention to the soft echos that carried in the light breeze in her direction. Her tail hung down over the rock she was resting on, the tip flicking a little bit and just grazing the water. Her expression was emotionless, her left claw idly playing with the thin yellow ribbon that was tied around her neck. She never minded being alone, always watching from her usual perch on a lone rock that resided in the area of the lake that began to narrow before turning into a waterfall, and normally preferred it to be this way. She wasn't very good with words to begin with, and being as shy as she was didn't help very much at all. Laylana knew how some of the others perceived her, hearing gossip among some of the younger dragons when they didn't think she could hear them. She thinks she's better than everyone.
Look at that. She's always just sitting there, watching us... looking down on us.
She never says anything. Sometimes, she just suddenly appears out of nowhere and starts staring at you. What a freak...
Lana? She's creepy. I wouldn't talk to her if I were you.Moving her claws through her hair, Laylana looked up toward the sky as she leaned back a little bit, her wings twitching a little bit and her tail curling slightly. It was true that she had a tendency to just watch or stare at the others, but what else could she do? She read books, but even that got a little boring sometimes. Inwardly, there were many times she desperately wished for someone to just speak to her. To tell her a simple hello. However, there was also that curiosity over how she would react herself. Would she have the nerve to say anything at all? Or would she run away and hide, just like she always did? Turning her blue eyes to the clear spring again, the dragon leaned far forward and rested her claws on the edge of the rock, her tail shifting to dangle in front beside her legs. Taking a good long look at her own reflection, Laylana sighed lightly and wondered why nearly everyone thought so poorly of her. Perhaps if she tried a little harder, she could slowly begin to make her way closer to the others, and not have them whisper about her behind her back. Her light blue tail flicked slightly, causing the water to begin to ripple and distort her reflection. Who was she kidding? She'd survived by herself for this long, so what was the point in trying anymore? What was the point in only being disappointed even further? Reaching out with her right claw, the blue dragon lightly touched the water, tracing along the destroyed image of her face. Right now, she was her only friend. Right now... that was all she needed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:54 am
Maverick Wanderer I paused, hesitating in my casual stroll through the West Woods. This area was unfamiliar to me, so I should have been more careful in my wandering. But, me being me, I didn't care. Let something attack me, I dare it. I looked down at my semi-clawed black hands, flexing them slightly. Perhaps I wasn't the strongest male around, but I could still do a decent amount of damage while defending myself, I believed... Flicking my tail, I shrugged off a sense of uneasy-ness as I continued my wandering. Maverick by name and nature, I loved it where there were no others around to bother me; I suppose you could say many black fairy dragons are that way, but... Snapped out of my thoughts as I stepped in water, I looked down to realize I had reached the East Lakes...
My reflection stared back at me, confused and a bit surprised. Red strips appearing like several scars, yet at the same time an exotic full-body tatoo, laced their way down my firm yet slender body. My hair, which was as hard to tame as I was, was spiked back, giving the impression of blades on my head from a distance... Even my red-membraned wings and tail looked to be weapons of sorts, drawing attention away from the dagger strapped around my upper-right leg... A leather belt carrying emergency supplies and a first-aid kit was the other portion of my 'outfit.' After a minute of contemplation as I stared down at the cool, clean water, I returned to my wandering...
Not willing to hunt this time of day, I pulled some jerky, if you would, from my supply kit and began to munch on it. My thoughts wandered to the other Fairy Dragons, many differnt appearances and ages, colors and personalities. Perhaps... just perhaps... I could make my home among them, close enough to observe and maybe even interact a bit with them, but far enough away as to please my loner nature...
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 8:22 am
megjen Caliente looked around a bit hopelessly, but all she could see were the skeleton trees surrounding her. With a sigh she collapsed to the ground and groaned as she felt the prickle of a pinecone underneath her bottom. Slowly she stood up again and, wincing, pulled off the pinecone. Ugh...I'm never going to get out of here. They're prolly out there laughing. Hmph.As Caliente whined to herself, she pictured her friends cackling about her being stupid enough to do the dare and wander into the Dead Woods. She pouted a bit longer before coming up with an idea. Then she peered up to see which tree was tallest. It was hard to tell since all of the bare branches wound together, but she came to a conclusion and started to climb. About twenty feet off the ground she came to a dillema when she couldn't reach the next branch. She tried to see over the other trees, but she still hadn't gotten near enough to the top. She grunted and struggled to reach, but couldn't. Finally, she gave a bit of a jump, and, with both feet leaving their branches, Callie managed to hook her claws around a higher branch. She scrambled up and dug her claws into the tree bark. Once she reached the top, she looked around and saw endless skeletal trees on all sides except for one, where there was an end not too far away. Satisfied with her discovery, Callie glanced downward and felt a jolt in her stomach. Oh.....I'm....so high up...I...She clutched the tree tightly and very slowly crept down. Suddenly the branch below her snapped off and Caliente fell. The air sped past her ears, whistling, and she crashed against a few branches on the way down. Then she came almost to the ground and halted, her claws dug into the tree, her eyes wide. She stayed put for a few moments to catch her breath, and incredibly carefully crawled down to the ground. Once both feet were firmly on the ground, Callie decided to inspect the damages. There were a few minor bruises that twanged just a bit if you poked them. Ow...the only thing that hurts is my wi- Oh...OH. Uggggggh...She groaned and flapped her wings. Now she really felt stupid. She fluttered above the trees and made her way to the ground out of the Woods and collapsed. I just haaaad to do the dare.
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