(Note: I won't be composição literária often. And this back-tracks to my early roleplaying days when I roleplayed as Princess Safaia Sky the Cagon, aka the last old dragon clan member.)
The barely awake, pale yellow sun had just rose. The dragon clan was weak from yesterday's battle with the orcs, they also had plaged the hatchlings... Poor them. I outstretched my electric blue wings, tired and hungry, my tail unfurled as if it too, was tired. My blue hair was in a mess from sleeping on my deer hide that I had made into a roll out bed. My ears Hung low, in hunger.
So I silently ran out of the cave, barefoot and flew to the nearest river. I stuck my head into the flowing river and waited for a fish, then clamped down on one peixe with my not so powerful fangs and raised my head out of the rapids, dripping wet. I flew back to the cave, and set the peixe down near the hatchlings so they could eat first. Clan rules and all. Our clan leader, had announced yesterday that most dragões should stay in, to avoid getting shot down por dragon slayers.
Only 1/3 of our clan remained. It's only a matter of time that we all perish. I fear our dragon clan has no match for the orcs and the enemy dragons. My ice castelo back in Bruma will have to stay abandoned. Let them live on, God. Let them live.
The barely awake, pale yellow sun had just rose. The dragon clan was weak from yesterday's battle with the orcs, they also had plaged the hatchlings... Poor them. I outstretched my electric blue wings, tired and hungry, my tail unfurled as if it too, was tired. My blue hair was in a mess from sleeping on my deer hide that I had made into a roll out bed. My ears Hung low, in hunger.
So I silently ran out of the cave, barefoot and flew to the nearest river. I stuck my head into the flowing river and waited for a fish, then clamped down on one peixe with my not so powerful fangs and raised my head out of the rapids, dripping wet. I flew back to the cave, and set the peixe down near the hatchlings so they could eat first. Clan rules and all. Our clan leader, had announced yesterday that most dragões should stay in, to avoid getting shot down por dragon slayers.
Only 1/3 of our clan remained. It's only a matter of time that we all perish. I fear our dragon clan has no match for the orcs and the enemy dragons. My ice castelo back in Bruma will have to stay abandoned. Let them live on, God. Let them live.
Zip The Wolf
Hercul retired from he warrior status to live on as one of the dragon elders.
Hercul is a very wise dragon with knowledge that no other dragon seems to understand besides his grandson, Drakero. He can be intimidating upon site, but he is actually a kind man. He loves to light incenses in his house, but dislike the taste of cherries.
Despite his age, and not being as good as he was in his prime, Hercul can hold his own in a fight. Like his son Almaldo, and grandson, Drakero, Hercul is freakishly strong. He can bench press up to 20 tons.
(In other words, Hercul don't play)
I have to use a friends computer to type this because my other one if filled with viruses....I wont be continuing the Virus9073-AD story until it's fix or I get a loner laptop from the library. So if you are leitura it please forgive me for not sending chapter two yet. Also, I also curse writers block for getting me stuck on one particular part of the story so If I do get a loner, it may take me a little while to figure out something to write. I guess it's just school that stresses me out. Haha!
Name: Snow Identity
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered por her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white pele, peles collars at the neck, arms, and a white pele, peles end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find respostas through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled por other identities.
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered por her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white pele, peles collars at the neck, arms, and a white pele, peles end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find respostas through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled por other identities.
