Posts by GrimoireO

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black;margin-top:-10px;font-size:35px;font-family:georgia;color:white]KENNA HARBRINGER!
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    clacking her beak in amusement at the wolf's next move, kenna didn't move as a smirk crossed her face. as he neared, she spun wildly, so that blazepowder would throw himself against her iron armor and be thrown off if he didn't make a move fast. kenna then shot into the sky, hovering well-above the wolf. if he didn't have a sky-body, then her next move would work well. rocketing down, the golden gryfess aimed to clutch onto the wolf with front talons and beak and lift him into the sky. whether she got a grip or not, she flew back up into the sky when she was a foot above the ground. she felt cat claws grip her fur, and shook them off, spiraling upside-down where her back-armor was. she was well-prepared for this, as the lead fighter for her pride back home.


    (3/10)
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    © COMET ✯
    #cometscodes

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black;margin-top:-10px;font-size:35px;font-family:georgia;color:white]KENNA HARBRINGER!
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    "bye-bye to you, wolf or not," called kenna as she dropped the wolf from a high height. she felt a few claw-marks on her leg, perhaps some random attack on her that landed off her armor. there was a chance that someone large or someone with wings would catch him before he fell to the ground. then again, she dove after blazepowder, aiming to knock him into a more crowded area of fighting npcs. after she aimed to knock the wolf, she dove towards foxheart, aiming to claw him as she landed to ram into him. her first raid was fun to her, now. the gryfess cackled in glee of battle, her armor beginning to stain with splotches of blood.


    (4/10)
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    © COMET ✯
    #cometscodes

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px black;margin-top:-10px;font-size:35px;font-family:georgia;color:white]KENNA HARBRINGER!
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    feeling her armor soften, kenna switched into her tiger form to avoid it being broken. she felt claws... well, claw across her shoulder, leaving gashes like lines of bee stings. she aimed to leap at foxheart, clawing and biting at any fur within reach, attempting to hold onto anything. she then shapeshifted into her snowferra form, aiming to ram into foxheart's belly to wind him. she would then, if the move failed or not, attempt to bite onto his nape and tear.


    (permission to maim, or major injury for major injury? 5/10)
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    © COMET ✯
    #cometscodes

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    ♔ CROWNEDCLAN ♔
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    You finally wake up, groggy and clueless to what's happening. You don't know where you are, or why you're there. The trickles of a tiny stream gurgles by your ear, and the pitter-patter of thin lines of water hitting water. Pinkish and immodest green leaves tickle your features, and you slowly stand up. You get a good view of where you are- you're by a small, turquoise river that expands into a lake beyond your sight, and at the small stream there are rocks with water pouring over them, and vivid plants dotted around. The most impressive thing, though, is the mountains that stretch towards the skies. The sheer rock face blocks any exit from the left and behind you, trapping you in the little area unless you swim out through the river and into the lake outside, or climb up the rocks where the water is pouring from and scale the steep boulders. Beyond you, though you don't notice, is a grassy, barely-visible path that leads out to the flowering meadow beyond. Now that you see it, you see silhouettes emerging from the 'path'. Cats, many cats. But there is one that catches your eye- one cat, seeming sovereign to the rest, with brilliant amber eyes and fur darker that the night sky itself. He steps towards you, inclining his head. As the cats clear away to form the path for him to walk to you, he pads over to you until he reaches you. Surprisingly, he dips his head in respectful acknowledgement, and speaks. His voice is smooth, royal and deep, obviously showing that he is the leader of the cats before he says:
    "Welcome to Crownedclan. My name is Sceptrestar, and I hope you plan on staying."


    [size=20pt]TERRITORY[/size]
    "If you wish to join, you need to know your way around..."
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    Part 1:


    Part 2:


    Part 3:


    [font=times new roman][size=20pt]HISTORY[/size]
    "How this clan came to be, it was a story told to all..."


    [font=times new roman]BEARSTAR:

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    [justify]name || tigerlily.
    age || the age of the prophecy dragonets (?).
    gender || female.


    tribe || rainwing.
    allegiance || the prophecy dragonets.
    rank || a prophecy dragonet.


    scale color || it changes, but tigerlily is often different shades of green to hide her emotions.
    eye color || she can change it, but it is originally dark blue.
    markings color || it changes, but is normally a bright purple or violet.
    ridge color || it changes, but is normally a bright purple or violet.
    wing membrane color || it changes, but is normally a darkened lavender-purple.
    tongue color || can change, but is originally a soft pink-lavender color.


    positive traits ||
    - persistent and will not give up on something important.
    - good at flying, very swift and agile.
    - can spot lies very easily, and cannot be tricked.
    - sly and clever, adding to her stealth on ground.
    - can quickly improvise on failing plans and such.
    negative traits ||
    - detests water and is an awkward swimmer.
    - is stubbornly brave and persistent, and gets herself into danger easily.
    - isn't very good with stealth.
    - cannot fly for a long period of time despite her speed.
    - doesn't hand panic or stress very well.


    crush || open for a prophecy dragonet?
    spouce || n/a.
    hatchlings || n/a.


    mother || hoatzin.
    father || capybara.
    sisters || siamang, butterfly, raspberry.
    brothers || okapi, mahogany.


    theme song [optional] || n/a.
    side plot ideas [optional] || any ideas?
    other || nope.
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    [justify]name || jetstream.
    age || 9 moons.
    gender || male.


    tribe || seawings.
    allegiance || seawings.
    rank || training to be a guard of the queen.


    scale color || a light turquoise.
    eye color || green-blue, sea green.
    markings color || sky-blue.
    ridge color || sky-blue.
    wing membrane color || sky-blue.
    tongue color || dark blue.


    positive traits ||
    - extremely loyal, will never share a secret or break a promise.
    - strong fighter, as training to be the queen's guard.
    - stealthy.
    - just and fair, has mercy when needed.
    - very good swimmer.
    negative traits ||
    - awkward flyer.
    - not the most agile.
    - can be deceived easily.
    - sensitive.
    - gets nervous or timid if in a very stressful situation.


    crush || open for a prophecy dragonet?
    spouse || n/a.
    hatchlings || n/a.


    mother || oceanus.
    father || manatee.
    sisters || nessie, siren, teal, pearl.
    brothers || too many to list, about 25.


    theme song [optional] || n/a.
    side plot ideas [optional] || any ideas? this is a tag-along btw.
    other || he's the nephew of the seawing queen, if that's okay.
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    running down to riptide ![/fancypost]

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    kenna fluttered over, the golden gryphess tilting her head to the side in slight curiosity. spirits, did he say? she knew nothing, really, about them. might as well find out, was her opinion as she padded over, stretching her talons.
    "interesting, i'm in," then commented kenna.
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    #cometscodes

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    Meilong was already downstairs with Saber, who stood by her like a loyal guard as Meilong mumbled something to him. She was quite the early bird, and didn't sleep often as she stayed up at night, too. That night, she was simply restless, so had sat on her bed and watched the stars until the sun rose. Saber, understandingly, stayed by her the whole time. By that time, she went downstairs, ready for the training or whatever the Greencloaks had planned for her. She had gotten dressed and washed up as quick as she could, then had sprinted downstairs at a speed twice as fast or more as a human, due to Saber's assistance in powers. She didn't even bother to turn her face to Twilight as she came down the stairs, and generally ignored her.


    Raphael finally woke up with a start, noticing the time by looking out the window, where the sun was blazing brightly in his eyes. Zenith was already awake, and was on the windowsill with his head tilted to the side curiously. As the Talonflame chirped something about him being so lazy through telepathy, Raphael mumbled something else and got dressed and washed up. Zenith was trying to get his attention, and was fluttering around him foolishly. As his spirit pokemon crowed merrily, his partner was already dressed for going downstairs. As he went downstairs, he glanced at the other people but didn't speak to them. On the other hand, Zenith was peering at them from afar, chirruping something only his trainer could understand.

    Raphael simply waited for training to start, his hands bumping against the wall as he put them behind his back. When was training going to start? His spirit pokemon, though, lacked the same impatience. Zenith was fluttering about the air, twittering merrily and perching on Raphael's shoulder every now and then. Whenever the Talonflame perched on his shoulder, Raphael could feel all his senses sharpen, and felt a surge of agility and speed in his still legs and arms.


    Meilong was facing away from everyone else, talking to her Spirit Pokemon telepathically. Saber contently talked with her, pleased with her as his company. The two both seemed solely independent, and didn't take much notice of others. They were both happy just to be alone, they both assumed. They were silent, but communicating, Saber being amused at Meilong's questions about spirit pokemon and regular things.

    i have a little plot idea: let's say one of the queens of a kingdom the dragonets go to captures a prophecy dragonet or one of the prophecy dragonet's family members, and holds them prisoner. the dragonets could gain some sort of animus-touched object in any kingdom, and it's useful to them. but then the queen of that kingdom finds out and wants the object, and offers a compromise to the dragonet who either has a crush on the captured dragonet, or has their family member captured: the animus-touched object for the dragonet/family member.


    one of four things could happen:


    1. the dragonet explains to the others before answering, and they go on a secret mission at night to free the captured.
    2. the dragonet agrees to the compromise, and hands over the object, but the queen doesn't release the captured. the dragonets then go to release the prisoner and get back the object, and then something else happens (e.g. they are all captured as prisoners or they leave the kingdom while being chased by guards).
    3. the dragonet accepts the compromise, and the queen fairly trades over the captured. the dragonets then go back to retrieve the item, but end up fleeing the kingdom or getting captured again.
    4. the dragonet denies, and the prisoner is kept. then the dragonet goes alone, perhaps with a non-prophecy dragonet friend, to rescue the captured. the captured is saved, but the queen hunts them down afterwards since he/she has learned an important bit of information that the queen cannot let them escape with.


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    Name: heron.
    Orientation: male.
    Age: eight years.
    Tribe: mudwings (well, nobody else was gonna make it soon :p)
    Rank: dragonet of destiny.


    Written Appearance: heron is a strange-looking mudwing dragonet. his face is more slender than most mudwings, with more of a curve to the upper side of his head. his horns have a strange 'jagged' look, and point more upwards that the mudwing horns that point at a more downwards angle. instead of amber-yellow, heron's eyes are a duller amber-orange color, but glint with hints of green and yellow. his scales, though, are the weirdest part. his scales are smooth and shiny instead of the rough brown color of mudwings, giving a brilliant shine against the tones of browns that shade over eachother. in the brown, there is hints of amber-orange hues that glimmer visibly in the sunlight and cast a more orange light over the shine of heron's scales. his wings are vast, and wide, but have a sort of sleekness to it that the broad mudwings lack. the overall shape of his body is slender, yet he is well-muscled instead of being thick or broad. his talons have perfectly-curved onyx black claws that curve like a bridge, ending in a sharp point that never seems to dull. finally, his tail is longer than a mudwing's normal tail, but has the same thickness and broadness. his tail also has thick plates of beige scales overlapping the underside of it, like his underbelly and under-neck, and is studded with stubby, tiny brown spikes unlike the long, thin ones that line his neck and back.
    Special abilities (If any):heron has the ability to control minerals and the earth, able to do anything with the rock and substances that make up the ground. for example, he could create himself an armor set of diamonds, or could trap his opponents in a prison of gigantic stalagmites.
    Other: nope c:


    Personality: heron is not much of a leader. instead, he is the one who builds upon the progress of the leader, improving and adding to it while the leader creates it. basically, he is the one to 'dot the 'i's' and 'cross the 't's', the one to strengthen. the one way he does this is his stubborn streaks. heron is often stubborn about what he does and doesn't, and the stubbornness gives him perseverance and stupid bravery to venture out when others have given up. this perseverance comes often, and heron hates to simply give up on something upon failure.


    heron's friends are treated greatly by him. it is almost like he has made a vow to protect them for his life, for his loyalty and friendship is like that. he will sacrifice himself a million times just to save his friends, and would do absolutely anything for them. he is also dependable, and trustworthy, and could keep any secret for his whole life to protect his loved ones, family and friends. though heron is not a social butterfly, he loves to meet new people who are acquaintances to him, but sometimes will be shy around new people and strangers.


    heron handles stress and panic well. instead of being under pressure and feeling the pressure, he is the one to calm his friends and try to make them think logically about it. he tries to act calm in all frightening situations, and will try not to get worried. often, in situations like this, he will stay strong, and stubborn about his choices as they are to help his friends to survive. thus, his stability is very important to him, and if heron loses his stability or sense of logic, he will truly get panicked. change is also another thing that makes heron uncertain, and can lead to panic if major. change is greatly disliked by him, as well.


    inside, heron is actually very sensitive to insults and words. small yet sharp sentences will leave his emotions dropping like stones and changing to sadness, as he doesn't take bad comments very well. despite this, heron is often reluctant to show his true emotions. he will almost definitely not admit sadness, worry or despair, as his stubbornness forbids that as well as his strong personality. heron will only show his true self around friends, where he is fun-loving and sarcastically humorous around them.

    Likes: fake-battling, hot weather or temperatures, daytime, cows (favorite prey cx), swimming if the water is warm, mud, getting what he wants, not panicking, being a good friend, his friends having faith in him.
    Dislikes: showing emotions, change, birds (think they taste too stringy and feathery, are too loud with their 'obnoxious squawks' and they barely fill him up), complete darkness at night, cold weathers, cold water, flying in enclosed or crowded areas, seeing his close friends being harmed, not being trusted.
    Other: nope c:


    Crush/Lover: open, perhaps piranha?
    Family: egret (mother), morass (father), muskeg, mire (brothers), alligator, lilypad (sisters).
    Other: nope c:


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    i remember playing PMD: explorers of time, PMD: explorers of sky and PMD: gates to infinity. i loved them all especially explorers of sky. i forgot my pokemon though .n.


    in pmd: explorers of time, i accidentally chose turtwig as my partner, when i was a skitty. though i got through primal dialga by using sing, solarbeam and wake-up slap while my partner attacked or threw random seeds i chose. i lost about 3 times before trying that, then won cx

    Tigerlily then shimmered into view, curled around a sturdy stalactite. She spread her wings as she awoke, then noticed the battle going on below. With a hiss, she turned towards Bitterwind, not moving as black spilled over her scales. She had been watching the whole time, to see the unfair moves and snipes of e Icewing Guardian. With a snap of her jaws, she aimed to pounce onto Bitterwind's back, slamming down on him in an attempt to unbalance the older dragon. To avoid any swipes of claws, she leaped up towards the ceiling, and clung, invisible once again.