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[font=courier new][size=6][b]Mist. Entry 1, Day 1.[/b][/size]
[Size=4]"The morning rolls around... it's another day of sun."
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[Font=Georgia]I'm exhausted. I'm not one for... ground activities? And sports? Eeeyuck. I'm a more flying type of dragon, despite the fact that Wildclaws have powerful hind legs to run and leap and all that stuff. Maybe that gene skipped over me or something (I [I]did[/I] have a [s]Coatel[/s] Coatl mother, after all. (Shoot spelled that wrong)
Wait wait wait lost my train of thought.
[B][Silence.][/b]
Oh, that's it, sports. Me and a few other dragons (wrong grammar I know but I'm too tired to care and it sounds right) were playing a game of talonball. Tripped over my own taking several times, almost got my glasses knocked off my face, and definitely didn't make a score. Haha, unathletic me.
[B][Pause.][/b]
Northwind seems to be hiding something from me. She would never, though... right? She's like a second mother to me. But I can sense her tension. She looks more tired these days. There's something, though, in her eyes.
Is the clan in trouble?
I don't have any dragons my age to talk to. I'm not sure who go to.
I've got to think about this for a bit.
[Right][font=Georgia][I]Talk to you later,[/I]
Mist[/right]
Mist. Entry 1, Day 1.
"The morning rolls around... it's another day of sun."
I'm exhausted. I'm not one for... ground activities? And sports? Eeeyuck. I'm a more flying type of dragon, despite the fact that Wildclaws have powerful hind legs to run and leap and all that stuff. Maybe that gene skipped over me or something (I did have a Coatel Coatl mother, after all. (Shoot spelled that wrong)
Wait wait wait lost my train of thought.
[Silence.]
Oh, that's it, sports. Me and a few other dragons (wrong grammar I know but I'm too tired to care and it sounds right) were playing a game of talonball. Tripped over my own taking several times, almost got my glasses knocked off my face, and definitely didn't make a score. Haha, unathletic me.
[Pause.]
Northwind seems to be hiding something from me. She would never, though... right? She's like a second mother to me. But I can sense her tension. She looks more tired these days. There's something, though, in her eyes.
Is the clan in trouble?
I don't have any dragons my age to talk to. I'm not sure who go to.
I've got to think about this for a bit.
Talk to you later,
Mist
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[Size=6][b][Font=Courier New]Byte. Entry 2, Day 1.[/size]
[Font=courier new][Size=4]"Darn technology."
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[Font=Georgia]Hello, hello. This thing working?
[B][Zoom in on Byte's face.]
[Zoom out.][/b]
Guess so. Cool, cool. Who said you had to write? My clumsy little paws are incapable of that. My little hatchling mind can't get them to wrap them around a stupid pencil.
So I stole this...
[B][Byte slithers off-camera and back.][/b]
Video camera. Vlogging. Fun. I stole it from those fandragons who like to fool around with Lightning technology a lot. Hopefully they won't mind me "borrowing" it. Did I breedchange into a Ridgeback or something?
Mist isn't here right now, which is a good thing, I guess. She'd tell me to give it back. I think she wandered off in a daze, which tells me I shouldn't pursue her, though I can tell that something is bothering her. How am I supposed to help? I have the wits of a fighting Wildclaw stuck in the body of an incapable baby Spiral. Mistakes were made, hah.
How do you use this thing?
[B][There is a tapping noise as Byte raps her talon against the side. She turns it around from her face to show the outside of the den.][/b]
Oh, cool! What does this dial do again...?
[B][Byte zooms in on an unsuspecting dragon's face. The frame freezes but the audio continues.[/b]
Drat! Thing decides to fail me?
[B][A loud thunk! as Byte throws it against the wall, the frame still frozen.][/b]
[B][The screen flickers with static.][/b]
Darn technology.
[B][The video cuts off.][/b]
Byte. Entry 2, Day 1.
"Darn technology."
Hello, hello. This thing working?
[Zoom in on Byte's face.]
[Zoom out.]
Guess so. Cool, cool. Who said you had to write? My clumsy little paws are incapable of that. My little hatchling mind can't get them to wrap them around a stupid pencil.
So I stole this...
[Byte slithers off-camera and back.]
Video camera. Vlogging. Fun. I stole it from those fandragons who like to fool around with Lightning technology a lot. Hopefully they won't mind me "borrowing" it. Did I breedchange into a Ridgeback or something?
Mist isn't here right now, which is a good thing, I guess. She'd tell me to give it back. I think she wandered off in a daze, which tells me I shouldn't pursue her, though I can tell that something is bothering her. How am I supposed to help? I have the wits of a fighting Wildclaw stuck in the body of an incapable baby Spiral. Mistakes were made, hah.
How do you use this thing?
[There is a tapping noise as Byte raps her talon against the side. She turns it around from her face to show the outside of the den.]
Oh, cool! What does this dial do again...?
[Byte zooms in on an unsuspecting dragon's face. The frame freezes but the audio continues.
Drat! Thing decides to fail me?
[A loud thunk! as Byte throws it against the wall, the frame still frozen.]
[The screen flickers with static.]
Darn technology.
[The video cuts off.]
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[font=Courier new][size=6][b]Ami. Entry 3, Day 2.[/b][/size]
[Size=4]"I dunno, glass looks half empty to me."
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[Font=Georgia]I can't believe we're being forced to write these. I can't stand "journals" and all those girly-girly stuff. No offense, ladies. It just strikes me as that.
I don't want to spill my thoughts all over the page, but somehow I am.
Let me get this straight. I am a charming Wildclaw with... psychopathic tendencies. I don't like to talk, so I don't want to do that thing that the little Spiral is doing with the... video camera.
Je m'appelle Ami, and I am [I]not[/i] your friend. Tell that to the hyperactive dragon with a hyperactive imagination, Windbringer, who shares a den with me. I can't stand him.
To make matters worse, my den is next to all the dens where the fandragons stay. Fandragons. I can't wrap my head around those.
Two of them are crazy pranksters. The rest are from the late 1700s, whenever the heck that is.
They're from "fandoms," whatever that means. Is it like a kingdom? A type of clan?
Whatever they are, they don't make my life any easier.
[Right][font=Georgia][I]G'bye & Good Riddance (for now),[/I]
Ami
Ami. Entry 3, Day 2.
"I dunno, glass looks half empty to me."
I can't believe we're being forced to write these. I can't stand "journals" and all those girly-girly stuff. No offense, ladies. It just strikes me as that.
I don't want to spill my thoughts all over the page, but somehow I am.
Let me get this straight. I am a charming Wildclaw with... psychopathic tendencies. I don't like to talk, so I don't want to do that thing that the little Spiral is doing with the... video camera.
Je m'appelle Ami, and I am not your friend. Tell that to the hyperactive dragon with a hyperactive imagination, Windbringer, who shares a den with me. I can't stand him.
To make matters worse, my den is next to all the dens where the fandragons stay. Fandragons. I can't wrap my head around those.
Two of them are crazy pranksters. The rest are from the late 1700s, whenever the heck that is.
They're from "fandoms," whatever that means. Is it like a kingdom? A type of clan?
Whatever they are, they don't make my life any easier.
G'bye & Good Riddance (for now),
Ami
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[Font=Courier New][b][size=6]Windbringer. Entry 4, Day 3.[/b][/size]
"Sometimes in the winds of change, we find our true direction"
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[Font=Georgia]Dear Journal,
Please, whatever Ami says about me, don't believe it... You all probably believe that I'm crazy by now, knowing him, and I'm probably overreacting, but...
[B][Windbringer puts down the quill anxiously and wrings his talons. He picks up the quill again.][/b]
It hurts, what he says about me. Sure, I don't care if no one believes me, but the guy laughs about what I say back in my face, and this may be the only place I have to vent about it.
I was supposed to be a deity, scrapped and thrown into the game, and left for dead basically. I turned into a Spiral, and lived an ordinary dragon's life in what is probably not a very ordinary clan.
I've made little friends. Mist and a few of the friendlier dragons talk to me, but most of them don't really make an effort to be my friend. And Ami? I don't know why I'm his friend. Maybe it's because I... sympathize with him? He has no friends, I have no friends. But he feels no guilt. That's the difference.
Some days I look at him and wish I were like him. I was supposed to be a deity! So why am I such an anxious little ball of energy? I put on this brave face and... and pretend everything's happy and cool, but noooo, I feel horrible about myself. It sounds selfish, but I do.
Oh dear, I'm crying now. Please ignore the tear stains...
I don't want to/can't write anymore, so I guess I'll leave it here for now...
[Right][I][font=Georgia]Bye,[/I]
[Font=Georgia]Windbringer[/right]
[Size=1][Font=Georgia][[b]pinglist: [/b]@/Harp00n]
Windbringer. Entry 4, Day 3.
"Sometimes in the winds of change, we find our true direction"
Dear Journal,
Please, whatever Ami says about me, don't believe it... You all probably believe that I'm crazy by now, knowing him, and I'm probably overreacting, but...
[Windbringer puts down the quill anxiously and wrings his talons. He picks up the quill again.]
It hurts, what he says about me. Sure, I don't care if no one believes me, but the guy laughs about what I say back in my face, and this may be the only place I have to vent about it.
I was supposed to be a deity, scrapped and thrown into the game, and left for dead basically. I turned into a Spiral, and lived an ordinary dragon's life in what is probably not a very ordinary clan.
I've made little friends. Mist and a few of the friendlier dragons talk to me, but most of them don't really make an effort to be my friend. And Ami? I don't know why I'm his friend. Maybe it's because I... sympathize with him? He has no friends, I have no friends. But he feels no guilt. That's the difference.
Some days I look at him and wish I were like him. I was supposed to be a deity! So why am I such an anxious little ball of energy? I put on this brave face and... and pretend everything's happy and cool, but noooo, I feel horrible about myself. It sounds selfish, but I do.
Oh dear, I'm crying now. Please ignore the tear stains...
I don't want to/can't write anymore, so I guess I'll leave it here for now...
Bye,
Windbringer
[pinglist: @/Harp00n]