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The last of the Dragons

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Dragon-Chan

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    Rating: There will inevitably be some blood and violence (dragons fighting, people getting killed) so PG-13. Possibly.

    The Plot: The last of the world's mighty dragons are dying out. Humans have enroached on their territory, driving them to a far and harsh corner of the world where humans don't dare swarm: The glaciers and wilderness of Alaska. But the dragons are slowly being reduced...and disappearing. A few brave nondragons have heard of this plight and are on a quest to help them in some way, no matter how unwilling the dragons may be to accept the help.

    You can be a dragon, a good nondragon (going to help the dragons), or a bad nondragon (going to kill and/or capture the dragons).

    Setting: Highest mountains and glaciers of Alaska, in winter (December).

    Dragon character form:

    Name:
    Age: (70-120 years is approximately teenage for a dragon)
    Gender:
    Colors: (please describe in detail)
    Breath: (acid, cold, lightning, fire, etc.)
    Overall appearance:
    Personality:
    History:


    Nondragon charatcer form (6 good nondragons max per adventure group, please):

    Race: (lizardfolk, Formorian [half-normal animal], human, etc. Half-dragons allowed)
    Name:
    Age: (all races except giants, half-dragons & elves mature at the "human" rate, giants' teenage years are about 400-800, elves' 100-200, half-dragons may mature at either the human or dragon rate)
    Gender:
    Appearance:
    Weapons & Supplies:
    Personality:
    History:

    Here's my character. I'll be a dragon, of course. XD

    Name: Nymbryxion
    Age: 69
    Gender: Female
    Colors: Her main body is a bright, glittering, purely as red as red could be, with bright lime green tiger-stripes running the length of her body.
    Breath: She can breathe both fire and sleep gas.

    Overall appearance: She's a tall, bright red, with green tiger-stripes, dragon with a glittering hide and massive red-and-green wings. Her long tail tends to drag behind her, and she has sort of the typical dragon head with a snout and a bit of an overbite. Her ears are frilly and webbed, and her eyes are a deep sapphire blue. Her neck is a little long, and she's a rather slim dragon. A small frill runs down from just behind her ears to the tip of her tail, where it spreads out into a "fan". Her wings are larger than those of most dragons, and she's rather tall for a dragon. Her long, muscled legs and wings indicate that she was made for running and flying.

    Personality: The oldest of a hatching of six dragonets, Nymbryxion has always been bugged by younger brothers and sisters. Having put up with this for so long, she has become quite oblivious, so it can be hard at times to get her attention. She has a firey temper, is quick to anger, and can be a bit lazy but when someone or something she loves is in danger, she'll do anything she can to prevent tragedy. She's very strong and stubborn, and loves to argue (though she won't admit it.)
    On the other had, she's very kind and caring, and eager to talk. She also has a tendecy to go off on tangents...

    History: She hatched from an egg that was allegedly rainbow. Her family always depended on her for food and drink because both her parents were sick and cold and her siblings were too young, so she learned to hunt very early. Her family scraped along roughly for a while, until one day the youngest brother, Kildysfyxialon, died of pneumonia. She does her best to care for her family, but unless they get help they may not survive for long. Her parents are unable to hunt, both parents having lost the power of flight to the cold at a very young age.



    Nybriyxion shivered as a freezing wind blew at the icy ledge she was sitting on. For dragons, winter in Alaska wasn't pretty. She carefully stood up, knees threatening to buckle at any moment. Slowly, slowly, she turned and walked toward the cave they lived in, her body threatening to collapse with every step. It seemed like an eternity, but at lst she reached the cave, with a pile of sticks in hand. Sitting inside were her mother, Ashadalon, her father, Munwuhthurix, and four dragonets. The dragonets scattered as Nymbryxion stepped into the cave and placed the sticks on the floor, carefully building them into a teepee shape. Suddenly, her head reared back, and a small puff of flame escaped her jaws, lighting the tiny pile of wood. Everyone huddled around, greeting the warm fire with smiles.
     
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    Name: Venomfang

    Age: 117

    Gender: Male

    Colors: His body is a leathery black that seems to look like moving darkness

    Breath: Fire

    Overall appearance: Venomfang's leathery skin is black. He has an elegant, long body with a very long neck. This dragon has elongated limbs with six closely-mounted digits on each foot that end in very short claws. It has close-set, fanlike wings running from its shoulders to the end of its tail. This dragon's head is elongated and narrow. His eyes are almond shaped, a deep dark red. A series of tendrils extends, hair-like, from the back of its head. A leathery frill surrounds his head.

    Personality: Venomfang is very courageous, but many mistake it for being unfriendly. He is loyal on the surface, but moody underneath.

    History: Although moody and antisocial, Venomfang was once a sweet and caring dragon. He was betrayed by his only family when he was still young. He, being the runt of thehatchlings, was left to fend for himself. But that didn't happen, instead, he worked himself into one of the better dragons he' ever known.

    Hope you like that ^.^
     
    (OOC: Aesome, you're both in)

    Nymbriyxion stepped outisde, leaving her family to huddle around the tiny fire. Suddenly, a flash of ice-blue caught her attention. She whipped around to her left and saw a tallish blue dragon sitting, wings folded, on another icy ledge. Shivering, Nymbryxion tunred away. In a warmer time and place, she would have flew over and made a new friend, but in such a cold place, opening one's wings meant either losing the ability to fly...or death.
    She shuddered. At times like this, it was best not to dwell on such thoughts.
    Nymbryxion looked down off the icy ledge she was sitting on. Below her, a few poor, runt dragonets squealed and cried, fully aware of their fate. Game was scarce these days, much less vegetation. Not that most dragons couldn't literally survive on dirt alone.
    Sighing, she opened her wings partially. She knew this was dangerous, but she felt it had to be done. Jumping off the ledge, her half-open wings acted as a parachute, carying he safely to the icy ground below.
    Once her feet touched ground, she wated no time in closing her wings. Turning her head, she charged off towards the forest, ignoring the sqeals and protests of the dying dragonets.
    For now.


    A few minuted later, she emerged from the forest carrying a whole moose. A rare delicacy in these harsh times. Taking half the moose in her jaws, she ran off up an icy slope, leaving the rest for the freezing baby dragons on the ice.
     
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    Name: Hakina
    Age: 84
    Gender: Female
    Colors: Her scales are light orange and a red stripe going around her long tail. She has a gold star mark one her forhead, and she has a blue whisker things.
    Breath: lightning
    Overall appearance: Though only a teenage dragon, she is quite large for her age. she has a wingsapn of about 20 feet and they are flame colored. Her wyes are emarald green witha dark brown pupils.
    Personality: Shes' easygoing and kind. But sometimes when other dragons are mean to younger hatchlings, she'll be sorta like a negociator (forgot how to spell) to make them go away. She make s friends pretty easily
    History: despite her firey body, her breath is lightning. When she was about 45 years old she fled from the area she lived to come to the glaciers. Her parents didn't come and she soon found out they died by bad dragon hunters. She became cold-hearted to all people, including the friendly ones.
     
    Squeaks, the sounds of death... Venomfang's dark red almond shaped eyes opened, head lifting up slightly. Dragonets...an easy meal... The teen dragon stood and spread his wings before closing them. He followed the squeaks, soon coming upon some dying dragonets, and half of a moose. Hmm, another dragon has been here... He sniffed the air, eyes closing for a moment. A young female...most likely.. He shook his head and lay down, curling up so that the dragonets would be a bit warmer.

    OOC: Gah! Even a male dragon has that motherly instinct ^^
     
    Nymbryxion heard a noise behind her. The turned sharply around and saw a shadowy, black dragon sitting below on the ice, helping to keep the dragonets warm. Shivers went up her spine.
    He has found my scent, she thought. He seems so lonely..and dark. I'll meet him later, though. My family will happy to have some moosemeat at last.
    Turning around, she trudged through the snow to her cave and laid what was left of the moose on the cave floor. The dragonets gave sqeals of delight as the pounced on the dead moose.
    Nymbryxion took a bite of meat and walked out onto the ice. She wasn't very hungry, but hse was anxious to meet the other dragons she had seen. During the winter, young dragons like herself hardly ever ventured out of their warm, cozy caves, and she was anxious to see what on earth had driven other dragons to coem out.
     
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    Venomfang growled softly and gently nuzzled one of the dragonets. True, he was't a mature male dragon, yet he felt compelled to help them. Yes...it is most likely that they remind me of myself....I suppose they were abandoned...I don't know... He suddenly perked up at the scent of the female from eariler. Getting up and standing over the young dragonets he protected, unsure of wheter or not she was going to attack...or not...
     
    There he was, the great shadowy dragon. Nymbryxion tilted her head.
    "Ummmm....hi. I'm Nymbryxion...I was wondering, since hardly anyone comes out of their caves anymore...why are you out here?"
    She quickly overcame her shyness and began speaking in her normal manner.
    "Before you ask, i'm just out here because it's a big relief from being cooped up in that cave all day with tons of little brothers and sisters and...." she paused, loking into his eyes.
    "And no, i'm not going to attack you. What reason would there be for that?.... It's a pity we can't fly any more without risking our wings and lives. I always did enjoy flight." She glanced off to her side, catching a glimpse of a very fiery-looking dragon on a high ice ledge.
    Nymbryxion did have a tendency to go off on tangents.
     
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    "I know what you mean Nymbryxion, times now are much much harder," He said, looking down to the dragonets. "I heard them squealing, and I couldn't help myself....I wanted to eat them at first, but I decided against it..." The dragon lifted his head. "I am Venomfang..." He spread his wings a bit and continued to speak, "You seem wise beyond your years Nymbryxion...I like that...." Yes, I do...so very much. She is that...she has more beauty than that of any female dragon I've met..
     
    She replied simply, "It is nice to meet another dragon at last, Venomfang. I have laerned much from being the only one able to care for my family...I fear that if we do not get help soon, we will die out." She paced back and forth across the ice, claws extended to prevent mishaps.
    Nymbryxion sighed. "Do be careful when spreading your wings, Venomfang. The membranes may freeze. My parent's wings were taken from them at a young age. They tell me.."
    "First your wings begin to go numb. You will most probably then crash and permanently break a wing, taking your flight from you. If you are lucky, you will be able to stay in the air for a time. Then your membranes will begin to freeze....and may never thaw out..if you get frostbite, they may fall out, taking your flight away...or worse, both your wingsmay become frostbiten and fall off..."
    "That is why they say it is dangerous to fly in winter," she explained. "And...my now-dead youngest brother found that out as soon as he earned his wings..."
    Her head lowered and she sat dwon with a sigh.
     
    OOC: You're...well, either in your cave, hunting in the forest, or sitting on an icy ledge above us. We're sitting on a heavily frozen pond.
    The pond is at the base of a very icy, short cliff, which is home to many, many dragons.
     
    Nymbryxion heard a shift off to her right. It was the icy-colored dragon again, lying on a frozen ledge. It seemed to be asleep; it was curled up on one side and gently snoring.
    Suddenly, a soft squeal rang out acros the frozen landscape. It was not the kind of soft squeal you don't notice easily, but the kind that catches your attention, no matter how soft it may be, for it was filled with pain and death.
    Nymbryxion spun around. Lying behind her on the ice was the body of a dark, blue-green dragonet that had not run for Venomfang when he landed to incubate the runts.
    It appeared to hae just frozen to death.
    She wept...
    "How much longer must we live like this?!" she cried, spinning around. "How much longer must we fight for survival in the cold while the young, helpless ones die!?!"
    She lowered her head and tears fell. Diamonds clinked across the ice, for dragons shed diamond tears.
    "We have two more months until the spring...if we can just survive until then.."
     
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    Venomfang looked to the dead dragonet and went over, nudging it softly. Wake up...please wake up.. He opened his mouth and let out a gentle stream of fire, as if trying to bring the little thing back to life. It's just gotta wake up... He lay down, curling up with the dragonet near his warm breast.
     
    Nymbryxion snapped to attention. Venomfang was breathing fire on the little dragon's body.
    Hmmm....you know, dragons hit by breath weapons of their own subtype are healed...he may just have something there...we had betetr hope that young dragon breathes fire...
    She folded her wings, pulled her head back, and let loose a burst of flame on the dragonet's corpse.
    There's no harm in trying, she thought. Even if we don't succeed, we wouldn't have been causing it any harm...
     
    Name:Flame Wind
    Age:70
    Gender:Female
    Colors:Her body is pure red but her head and tail are like a orange color.
    Breath:Fire
    Overall Appearance:[PokeCommunity.com] The last of the Dragons[PokeCommunity.com] The last of the Dragons[PokeCommunity.com] The last of the Dragons[PokeCommunity.com] The last of the Dragons
    Personality:Strong willed but sometimes lets her rudeness get the best of her.
    History:When she was just a chick she was almost captured by the humans and killed.She escaped them by breathing a flame or two.

    ((Pics of all her moods.))
     
    Venomfang let out a roar and brought his muzzle down, nudging the dragonet's body. He left off a soft growl, breathing fire upon the body once more. I can't give up now....I can't..... He looked to Nymbryxion and nodded slightly before getting up, standing by her. Roaring once more, his head snapped back then came down, letting out a blast of fire.
     
    She squinted through the roaring flames. For a second, she thought she saw the dragonet's leg twitch.
    "Hold on!"
    The flames stopped.
    "There's one surefire way to tell if a dragon is alive or dead."
    Carefully, she reached over and pricked the dragonet's wrist with the tip of her claw.
    Slowly, inscrutably at first, a drop of reddish blood formed on the prickpoint.
    "He's alive, he's alive," she whispered excitedly.
     
    He blinked and lowered his head, gently nuzzling the dragonet. "Nymbryxion, you did it...," Venomfang said as he raised his gaze, nuzzling the young female dragon. "You did it....you really did.." Why do I feel this way..what's happening to me... The dragon blinked a few times then looked down, turning the slightest tinge of red.
     
    "No, I didn't do it," she said, nuzzling him back. "WE did it."
    "He was a fire-breather. We were so lucky..."
    She stepped back and pulled her wings closer to her body.
    "Hmmmm....I've found a moose-herd off to the west, in the forest," she said.
    "That's where I found the first moose. So...wanna go hunting?" she said with an eager note to her voice.
     
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