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TOPIC | Write/Draw to Adopt: Updates regularly
@LionHeart27
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50772083]
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[font=Bradley Hand][size=4]Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself. [/font]
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatlyre write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
@LionHeart27
Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself.
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatlyre write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself.
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatlyre write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
GEEKOS
|| Myles - They/Them ||
I am legitimately bad at communicating, my words make sense to me, but not always to other people. If something I say seems off, just ask me to clarify! I goof up a lot.
|| Myles - They/Them ||
I am legitimately bad at communicating, my words make sense to me, but not always to other people. If something I say seems off, just ask me to clarify! I goof up a lot.
@melethestel She's held for you! And I'll make a pinglist now :)
@melethestel She's held for you! And I'll make a pinglist now :)
I collect likes on dragons in this tab :]
@melethestel
Sorry for pinging you so soon, but I have two new faes up!
Sorry for pinging you so soon, but I have two new faes up!
@melethestel
Sorry for pinging you so soon, but I have two new faes up!
Sorry for pinging you so soon, but I have two new faes up!
I collect likes on dragons in this tab :]
@LionHeart27, I would love this boy
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50790399]
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@LionHeart27, I would also like to be on your pinglist
All Nest Rentals - 5g/5kt and 40 food pls
[quote name="melethestel" date="2019-04-05 18:14:05" ]
@LionHeart27
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50772083]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/507721/50772083_350.png[/img]
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[font=Bradley Hand][size=4]Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself. [/font]
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatkh re write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
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There it is!
melethestel wrote on 2019-04-05 18:14:05:
@LionHeart27
Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself.
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatkh re write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
Piercing red eyes glow in the darkness of midnight, light green figures seem to float around a concentrated area. A black skinned, red-eyed, crooked toothed dragon steps out of the shadows and into the dull light of the moon sighting through dead trees. With its dark color, even the moonlight could barley show its features. Looks like it came from a child’s nightmare... the green sparkling figures are swarming around the dragon, leaving trails of “pixie dust”. While this dragon looks like a complete nightmare, /she’s/ really not.
No one knows of her past, it’s never been spoken- no one knows where she came from. Her name is Spirit, she lives in a swampy forest and has never left that place. She doesn’t speak, eat, or even sleep... it seems as though she’s not entirely alive. So the name Spirit supposedly is very fitting. She spends her days and nights catching the little pixie-fire fly like creatures that are always flying around her. Those things aren’t fire flies though, they’re souls. In the forest she now resides in- when a dragon is killed, their soul is often left wandering through the world, uncomfortable and alone. Spirit takes her time to capture each and every of the souls she finds. She believes that, because of her being, she is able to provide peace to these souls that “can’t find their way home.” She spends her entire-never ending-life doing this. It’s unknown as to why... maybe because she once was a lost soul herself.
Agh I’m not good at writing, but this was fun! I hope this is good enough (I’d definatkh re write it later pff-)my app told me it was 256 words!
There it is!
GEEKOS
|| Myles - They/Them ||
I am legitimately bad at communicating, my words make sense to me, but not always to other people. If something I say seems off, just ask me to clarify! I goof up a lot.
|| Myles - They/Them ||
I am legitimately bad at communicating, my words make sense to me, but not always to other people. If something I say seems off, just ask me to clarify! I goof up a lot.
@melethestel
It's lovely! She sounds so sweet :)
I'll send her over now.
@dancingcrane
Held and added!
It's lovely! She sounds so sweet :)
I'll send her over now.
@dancingcrane
Held and added!
@melethestel
It's lovely! She sounds so sweet :)
I'll send her over now.
@dancingcrane
Held and added!
It's lovely! She sounds so sweet :)
I'll send her over now.
@dancingcrane
Held and added!
I collect likes on dragons in this tab :]
@LionHeart27
“Am I in...an egg? This is not what I expected when you said “multiverses”, Mr. Varlamin.”
“Hokay, well, asked for something different, and think I got it.” The mental voice held laughter. “Am in something called Lightning flight, and the engineering shop-talk is familiar. They have technology I know, so feeling very much at home.”
“You would.” Came the sour reply. “While I...am still in an egg, it’s very dark, and I am unbelievably cramped in here.”
“Well, am making my way to you, Mr. Pill - Pull -Prul - “
“Never mind, just call me Tateh.”
“Oh, think I will call you Mr. Pill, because you can be one, you know? You fill my head with irritation.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
“Oh so dry, are we?”
“I feel very wet, if you must know. And...ugh..not myself.”
“Yes, well, that was surprise to me too. Apparently principal sentient life on this world is not humanoid, so our outer forms are not either.”
“The hell?!?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Paranoid! Oh that is good one, too. It certainly hasn’t changed who you *are*. Or me as far as I know. I actually am liking being a dragon.”
“A...what now?”
“You know, wings, claws, tail. Except my wings are little crumpled still. Haven’t been out of my egg that long yet.” The airy response was as amused as the return reply was not.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Heh. I will be secret keeper. Who would I tell?”
“Who would you not? I can’t imagine you finding a secret you didn’t like so much that you wanted to share it. In any case, I want out. Now.”
“So, hatch yourself, then.”
———-
“Gah! The smell! Why are you taking so long?”
“Bohze mi, no wonder. Place looks like open sore, smells like me on bad day. Plus, flying is very distracting. Very nice ocean to east, before deciding to ‘port in.”
“You just now remembered you can teleport.”
“Hey! We are exploring!”
“I spent more than 5 minutes in that egg. Where are you?”
“Five minutes is when I get you back home. Can spend as much time here as want. And am up here. Not touching claw on *that* ground. Is like Plague. Hey, like you, no wonder. I shall call you Mr. Plague, instead. Notice you are still balancing on half-shell. Come up!”
A stifled curse, ending in ‘somethingidiot’, and a black mote rocketed skyward, stopping short at a very large angular copper metallic snout.
“Oho! You looking like you know your way around wings already!”
“You think? And by all light, you are huge!!”
“Um, no. 3 ½ meters does not count for huge here, trust me. Is you that are tiny. Maybe…no, not even third of meter. So cute! Tiny man, tiny dragon! And so black. You wear any other color?”
“I swear…”
“Yes, you do that a lot. And did you know you have fans on head that move like little tiny semaphore?
Don’t even need tinkling in head to understand you. ”
“I’ll show you tinkling!”
********
(I’ll stop here at 514 words, but my two characters Sergei and Tateh and I are having too much fun. This will continue…)
Hope you enjoyed this little bit of multi-dimensional japery, with “Fireweaver”
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50773840]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/507739/50773840_350.png[/img]
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and “DarkSpirit”!
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50790399]
[img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/507904/50790399_350.png[/img]
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@LionHeart27
“Am I in...an egg? This is not what I expected when you said “multiverses”, Mr. Varlamin.”
“Hokay, well, asked for something different, and think I got it.” The mental voice held laughter. “Am in something called Lightning flight, and the engineering shop-talk is familiar. They have technology I know, so feeling very much at home.”
“You would.” Came the sour reply. “While I...am still in an egg, it’s very dark, and I am unbelievably cramped in here.”
“Well, am making my way to you, Mr. **** - Pull -Prul - “
“Never mind, just call me Tateh.”
“Oh, think I will call you Mr. ****, because you can be one, you know? You fill my head with irritation.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
“Oh so dry, are we?”
“I feel very wet, if you must know. And...ugh..not myself.”
“Yes, well, that was surprise to me too. Apparently principal sentient life on this world is not humanoid, so our outer forms are not either.”
“The hell?!?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Paranoid! Oh that is good one, too. It certainly hasn’t changed who you *are*. Or me as far as I know. I actually am liking being a dragon.”
“A...what now?”
“You know, wings, claws, tail. Except my wings are little crumpled still. Haven’t been out of my egg that long yet.” The airy response was as amused as the return reply was not.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Heh. I will be secret keeper. Who would I tell?”
“Who would you not? I can’t imagine you finding a secret you didn’t like so much that you wanted to share it. In any case, I want out. Now.”
“So, hatch yourself, then.”
———-
“Gah! The smell! Why are you taking so long?”
“Bohze mi, no wonder. Place looks like open sore, smells like me on bad day. Plus, flying is very distracting. Very nice ocean to east, before deciding to ‘port in.”
“You just now remembered you can teleport.”
“Hey! We are exploring!”
“I spent more than 5 minutes in that egg. Where are you?”
“Five minutes is when I get you back home. Can spend as much time here as want. And am up here. Not touching claw on *that* ground. Is like Plague. Hey, like you, no wonder. I shall call you Mr. Plague, instead. Notice you are still balancing on half-shell. Come up!”
A stifled curse, ending in ‘somethingidiot’, and a black mote rocketed skyward, stopping short at a very large angular copper metallic snout.
“Oho! You looking like you know your way around wings already!”
“You think? And by all light, you are huge!!”
“Um, no. 3 ½ meters does not count for huge here, trust me. Is you that are tiny. Maybe…no, not even third of meter. So cute! Tiny man, tiny dragon! And so black. You wear any other color?”
“I swear…”
“Yes, you do that a lot. And did you know you have fans on head that move like little tiny semaphore?
Don’t even need tinkling in head to understand you. ”
“I’ll show you tinkling!”
********
(I’ll stop here at 514 words, but my two characters Sergei and Tateh and I are having too much fun. This will continue…)
Hope you enjoyed this little bit of multi-dimensional japery, with “Fireweaver”
and “DarkSpirit”!
“Am I in...an egg? This is not what I expected when you said “multiverses”, Mr. Varlamin.”
“Hokay, well, asked for something different, and think I got it.” The mental voice held laughter. “Am in something called Lightning flight, and the engineering shop-talk is familiar. They have technology I know, so feeling very much at home.”
“You would.” Came the sour reply. “While I...am still in an egg, it’s very dark, and I am unbelievably cramped in here.”
“Well, am making my way to you, Mr. **** - Pull -Prul - “
“Never mind, just call me Tateh.”
“Oh, think I will call you Mr. ****, because you can be one, you know? You fill my head with irritation.”
“I’m glad you noticed.”
“Oh so dry, are we?”
“I feel very wet, if you must know. And...ugh..not myself.”
“Yes, well, that was surprise to me too. Apparently principal sentient life on this world is not humanoid, so our outer forms are not either.”
“The hell?!?”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Paranoid! Oh that is good one, too. It certainly hasn’t changed who you *are*. Or me as far as I know. I actually am liking being a dragon.”
“A...what now?”
“You know, wings, claws, tail. Except my wings are little crumpled still. Haven’t been out of my egg that long yet.” The airy response was as amused as the return reply was not.
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Heh. I will be secret keeper. Who would I tell?”
“Who would you not? I can’t imagine you finding a secret you didn’t like so much that you wanted to share it. In any case, I want out. Now.”
“So, hatch yourself, then.”
———-
“Gah! The smell! Why are you taking so long?”
“Bohze mi, no wonder. Place looks like open sore, smells like me on bad day. Plus, flying is very distracting. Very nice ocean to east, before deciding to ‘port in.”
“You just now remembered you can teleport.”
“Hey! We are exploring!”
“I spent more than 5 minutes in that egg. Where are you?”
“Five minutes is when I get you back home. Can spend as much time here as want. And am up here. Not touching claw on *that* ground. Is like Plague. Hey, like you, no wonder. I shall call you Mr. Plague, instead. Notice you are still balancing on half-shell. Come up!”
A stifled curse, ending in ‘somethingidiot’, and a black mote rocketed skyward, stopping short at a very large angular copper metallic snout.
“Oho! You looking like you know your way around wings already!”
“You think? And by all light, you are huge!!”
“Um, no. 3 ½ meters does not count for huge here, trust me. Is you that are tiny. Maybe…no, not even third of meter. So cute! Tiny man, tiny dragon! And so black. You wear any other color?”
“I swear…”
“Yes, you do that a lot. And did you know you have fans on head that move like little tiny semaphore?
Don’t even need tinkling in head to understand you. ”
“I’ll show you tinkling!”
********
(I’ll stop here at 514 words, but my two characters Sergei and Tateh and I are having too much fun. This will continue…)
Hope you enjoyed this little bit of multi-dimensional japery, with “Fireweaver”
and “DarkSpirit”!
All Nest Rentals - 5g/5kt and 40 food pls