Posts by KeyLimeDragon

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Name: Raynwyn or Rayn
Info: Rayn is much like a Phyrrian RainWing, slight of build and possessing the skills of camouflage,venom and even boasting a prehensil tail. She is a small dragon, similar in size to a large wolf. Her kind has bright manes of fur from head to just behind wings also tipping the end of thier tail. This hair cannot change pigment so much as refract light to appear in less brilliant tones. Born in clutches of 3-6 eggs, siblings typically remain together either seeking new territory or breaking away once taking a mate.
History: Rayn's home is deep in rainforesty jungle near huge waterfalls and healthy river. Recently an unknown cause has stopped the rushing torrent of her home falls to a mere trickle. With these less than desirable afflictions striking her home many of her tribe has moved on. Raynwyn 's nestmates, of which there were only three, counting her, have already selected mates and joined adjoining tribes population. Raynwyn, having no mate or unbound nest mates, strikes out on her own. Now She seeks new horizons and maybe even discover the reason behind her homes troubles.

OOC: can I jump in?

Name: Raynwyn or Rayn
Gender: Female
Species: Dragon
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Looks: Rayn is a smaller dragon with relatively large wings ,standing only slightly taller than a large wolf. Her long flexible body and wide wingspan enable precision acrobatic flight, perfect for dwelling in large jungles with huge roosting trees. She also possesses the skill of camouflaging scales. A bright mane runs from between her black, curving horns to just behind the wings and also tips the tail. This specialized hair does not change pigment but rather refracts light to appear in more subdued tones.
Personality: Raynwyn is an adventuresome dragoness and quite a skilled flyer. She takes great joy in challenging her siblings to races, which she usually wins. A confident swimmer as well, she enjoys lounging in sunny spots, enjoying her surroundings and companions to thier fullest.
Crush/Mate (Opt.):None
History (Opt.):Born in clutches of 6-9 eggs siblings typically remain together, taking mates from surrounding territory or moving as a sibling group to stake a new territory and dividing up as they find mates. Raynwyn's clutch was only of three, including herself. Her two siblings had recently taken mates and she had just struck out to find a new territory of her own when she had encountered one of the skeletal beasts. Having known nothing of serious conflict in her remote jungle home, she fled from its attacks. Fortunately for Rayn stormheads had blown clear of the mountainous peaks surrounding the jungle and she managed to dive into the torrent, evading the creature before the downpour ended.

OOC: hey guys, I know I missed out on ...well looks like a lot, tried to read up to this point, only got to where the dragons were able to flee the cave...I've been Having some personal things so sorry it took me so log to get back. Just wanted to know if I can jump in? Spectrum and Mahi-Mahi are my chars. I don't care if that means they are not part of the prophesy anymore...just need a slight recap and a place to jump in...?

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: Nunavuu : :Adolescent Female : : outgoing, adventuresome, highspirited and ready for anything : ~currently grieving from pod loss
Usually move in podlike groups but she lost her family when whalers attacked the orca pod they were accompanying . a stroke,of bad luck when the dragons were fighting the whalers and her mother was harpooned. Her father flew into a rage and capsized the ship but suffered heavy wounds. Nunavuu has been alone since he faded away on a glacial flow no more than a week ago.

OOC: okay, I'll try to find a place to jump in...

Name: Keast
Age: 16
Gender: male
Looks:
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Has boney leathery batwings he can sometimes be self conscious of, especially if others comment them or he accidentally bumps into things,, which happens more than he'd like.
Animal: flying fox
Personality (must be like animal): mostly a calm and laid back kinda guy. Tends to sleep alot, especially after eating which he does quite often. Slow to anger but quick to aid his friends if they are in peril, can be intimidating when he does finally get upset.
Meds? (yes or no): yes
History: all he can remember is broken visions of violent struggle,his sister's screams and lightning flashes. The only thing of his sister he remembers is her kind grey eyes and her sweet voice singing in Harmony along with thier mother.

OOC: sorry if this is longish...

IC:
Keast woke slowly, blinking huge eyes and stretching the leathery membranes of his wings. He was in his favorite roosting tree outside thier mansion home. Shaking his foxlike head he noticed the darker shades of evening reaching across the sky. They've got to be back from school by now. he thinks to himself. Dropping smoothly from the branch he had been sleeping on to spread his huge wings and glide towards the open window of the attic. I'm sure they'll be going on about school today, I bet they didn't even notice I wasn't there. he thought with a smirk that grew into a yawn.
Once in the large attic space, he carefully swept to one of the wooden beams overhead, sending dust tornadoes loose in the old forgotten room. He liked it here, at least the quiet and the weird old things laying around. He didn't like the dust so much. As in confirmation, his cold nose twitches and he sneezes loudly, echoing in the abandoned space.
Turning to hang from his thumb claws so he won't drop and thump his head again, he slowly begins to transform into his human self. Just as with every transformation he willed the wings on his back to shrink away too, but like every transformation, he never succeeds.
After Gently closing the large circular stained glass he flew in through, he retraces his own dusty tracks, long columns scuffed atop the old wooden floor. Pausing, he listens intently at the door before slipping out and silently shutting it behind him. The doorway fades excellently into the hallway, just appearing as another piece of the corridor. Keast Had only discovered the room by first entering through the huge glass window on one of his first nights there.
He felt a little guilty about not telling any of his friends, but sometimes he needed a safe place away from them...sometimes.
Continuing down the huge staircase he flaps his wings to banish the chill creeping along his spine. Where were the shouts, the chasing kids, the animals perched along the oversized railings and lounging on the fancy furniture?
He entered the dining area to find the table still covered with dishes from the evening meal. "Slept later than I thought..." Keast spoke aloud to himself.
Hopping onto the huge table top he pulls a big bowl of assorted fruit into his lap and pokes at the projector. With an electric hum and flickering of lights, he slowly pops various fruits into his mouth and learns the whereabouts of his absent friends.

Keast had meandered to the police station, only to find his friends absent. As he was making his way back towards the house, his attention was caught by a circling owl.
Curious, he followed along behind Straining to catch glimpses of her wings as he stumbled through backyards and down side streets. Just as he was sure he had been following a random bird, and had now lost her and himself, he pushed through the shrubbery surrounding the boat dock parking lot.
Tilting his head curiously, he catches sight of the owl perched with some familiar faces. Brushing leaves from his hair, He scuffs across the gravel to join the waiting group.

Keast tilted his head at the note pad in Axel's hand, frowning he bends over to peer under the seats. He gives Sissy a sympathetic look before pushing life vests aside to tug an oar free.
"This should be entertaining." he says quietly, glancing around at the others in the boat.

Keast hung glumly over the side of the boat, stretching his arms pathetically towards the water. "My snacks..." he mumbled giving Gloria his most pathetic look, as assorted pieces of fruit bobbed away on the surface of the water.