Kingdom of Dragons RP thread (Sign ups inside)

Parchment lays in the barn, his breath blowing away the soft wood shavings beneath him. The bright streaks of the morning's sunlight shine through the cracks in the rotting wood. It was so quiet Parchment could hear the spiders scurrying about on their webs, and the barn's door creaking with the gentle breeze. He kept his eyes closed, preventing the bright flash of light every time he woke up. He did not dare make a peep, for this was the small amount of peace he had all week.

Parchment's bright green eyes open, as he braced for the light. His eyes were the only thing he inherited from his father, a plant dragon. Parchment didn't know how he knew this; it was his natural plant dragon instinct. The pain from the light came and went, and he sensed the empty presence of Beauty, his chic and totally wild unicorn friend. Obviously, Parchment thinks, she's been out to get her friends again. He sighed silently, and stretched his soft paper legs, and got up to "greet the day with a big hello!" as Beauty would say it.

"Well, Howdy!! Up and at em', Mr Lazypants!! Cuz this is going to be a fun, fun, fun day!! Oh, Sh*t!!" The pink unicorn shouted, crashing in through the barn door. Parchment facepalmed. A few words appeared on his tail: Seriously? Again? That's the umpteenth time you've broken the for this week! Beauty did not need to read the words for her to tell that Parchment was extremely annoyed. "Well, why don't you fix it, sonny!! We've got a lot of fun, fun, fun! To have today!!" Beauty screamed. As usual, Beauty was highly ADHD, and spent most of her time jumping on the roof and throwing huge parties for her imaginary friends.

Parchment opened the door, and the old door creaks again. He looked at the unicorn shaped hole, and thinks, "wow, I've really gotta move to a different spot. " and walks along. He received a huge hug from Beauty, and went along with his everyday business while The Unicorn throws another party amongst her and her imaginary friends. Parchment folds himself into a bird, his expertly folded wings obviously the work of a master's. He was careful not to tear his wings on one of the spruce trees growing in the forest, and continued along to his destination.

(Plot idea! Maybe the hellhound dude could come along and accidentally burn down Parchment's forest.)

Astral ran through the forest, his pelt shone in the sun felling the wind rub against his fur. His head turned to Frost who was trying to catch up with him. Frost grinned and playfully tackled her brother. They both rolled down the hill acting like two pups playing. When they tried to get up Frost was trying to catch her breath while Astral shook his pelt."You know we are not should not be playing." He said walking down the hill. Frost transformed into her human form and jumped on his back giggling.

(Sure I'll see if I could do that.)

Shard prowled through the houses, sending violent blasts of snow-filled wind at anyone she sees.

Lela lay on a cloud, humming songs.

The ill tempered dragon growled at any one who came near her, if she hadn't already shot them first. She arrived at a store, and grabbed a dozen apples. She flung money at the sales person and stalked down the road.

Parchment flies through the trees, the wind making his thick papery wings move. He glided toward a nearby tree, and made himself comfortable. He folded himself into a person, and lay on the bare tree like a human would, his legs tilted up, and crossed. He reached into his paper pants's pocket and took out a notebook made from his own flesh (er, paper.) The book was thick and filled with leaves and ink. Parchment then spit into a hole in the tree, and his spit quickly turned into black ink. He took from his pocket a green Quetzalcoatl feather, and dipped it into the ink, turning it black.

The feather was a supposed souvenir that Beauty stole from a king, to remind him of her in case they ever got separated. It was from an emerald Quetzalcoatl, who was, coincidentally, Parchment's great uncle twice removed. Parchment dipped the feather in the ink, and he barely began to write when the clouds began to darken. This was normal due to the unfortunate happenings of the forest because of a rouge storm cloud named Hopper, who has been hating on Parchment since he was an egg.

So Parchment unfolds himself into his original piece of paper, and folds again into a square small enough to fit into a shoebox. He buried himself into a nearby bush, and hid there to wait out the storm.

aaand, my muse exploded :(