| Subject: The beating of wings can be heared from overhead as a young dragon barely out of his hundreds swoops down on to the ground landing softly with no more than a light thump upon impact....... |
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Date Posted: 10:33:53 08/28/01 Tue
He hisses out a fine dull red mist of smoke, his feeble attempts ro breath fire marking him as a drake. Folding back is dark blue, almost black wing he sits down on his haunches peering out at the scene around him. Where was he? Where had he landed? Was he welcomed here? Or should he escape as soon as possible? He would stay at least until he got his barings and cold testify to where he was exactly. Who knows perhaps a friendly face will be visible, perhaps comforting words will be heared if I listen long enough. So he sat unmoving for quite some time until he grew board of just sitting, stretching his legs he got up and began to walk forward a bit. Step by step he made his way across this new land, hoping that one day maybe not as far away as he thinks that it will not be so new to him anymore. His body is a light blue in colour so the contrast between light and dark is clearly visible to any on looker even from afar.
Name:Soul Survivor
NN:? ? ?
Age:(o-199) 102
Breed:(With or without wings)Western
Colour:(Red/Blue/Green/Copper/Bronze/White) Blue
Pic:Not quite yet, though I should get one sometime soon
Personality:That's for me to know and you to find out
Dark or Light:Light
Past:He was orphaned at birth, something had gone terribly wrong during the pregnancy and his mother had died shortly after he was born. His father blaming him for her death cast him out, he became an out law hunted by all for only a small amount of jewels and gold coins though this reward grew in both size and desperation as the years went by. Sooner, or later he knew that he'd have to face his father in roder for this madness to stop. So face him he did, it was a hard and bloody battle, one that he almost lost, almost but didn't. As a result he walked away with a mass of bruises and broken bones, his father being the looser was not so lucky. He died though it was not his son who killed him for when he stepped back suddenly perpared to sneak up on his son from behind he accidentaly fel backwards plummeting off of the rocky ledge and falling into the ground below, landing with a crash loud enough to be heared from miles...he had been caught unawares and serves him right too. From then on Soul Survivor embarked on the life of a rogue, traveling the streets that had been laid out for so many generations before him. He in likewise terms 'stole from the rich to give to the poor'. Yet because of this he was considered a scoundrel by all wealthy and respectable dragons, never did he befreind someone long enough to make it count. It was a hard and dangerous life, but it was his and he was good at it.
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