in the forest
Time waits for no-one, so don't be afraid of tomorrow
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The forest was silent. And in a time where summer was in full swing, the air was heavy and humid, perfect weather on what seemed to be a perfect blissful afternoon... the silence was foreign. Eerie. Unsettling. A stray cloud moved gingerly across the sun, setting the forest in a shadow.
Ryan crept between the trees, placing his feet down carefully. His bow was ready in his hand from his nerves but he needed not an arrow drawn... he was a skilled hunter and could pull an arrow within a second as he had practised so often. What he wasn't prepared for however, was what he was hunting. Because he wasn't entirely sure.
Deer in this area had all but disappeared. The forest used to be rich with them. But the game had gone. And it was his game. It was his livelihood that depended on the deer, and when they died, he died. Usually wolves or big cats that had taken up this territory were to blame, and in the past when a new pride or pack moved in he'd either drive them out or kill them to avoid competition for his meat. But the carcasses he found this time... they were strange. They were cooked. Or at least charred like they had been put on a giant roast pit, which considering the size of some bucks was a huge feat. But there was no evidence of fire building from other hunters. So who, or what else, could have done this? He blamed it on magic, perhaps some other hunter who also practised the arcane arts and was able to posses magic over fire... but he wasn't too sure. The bite marks, the gnawing on the bones... perhaps scavengers feasted on the remains, but he couldn't be certain. What he did know for sure was he was filled with dread. The shift of atmosphere in this part forest was unsettling. He had travelled further into it than usual.
in the forest
Time waits for no-one, so don't be afraid of tomorrow
A rustle to his left caught him off guard and he flinched, drawing an arrow and pointing it at the source. The forest was a lot thicker here, and the darkening clouds made it difficult to see. He couldn't pin point where it had come from. Everything was still. There wasn't even a breeze.
Rustle. He spun around again and pulled his arrow. He released it on instinct. It drove into a bush nearby. Out of it flew a bird which caught him by surprise. It was one of the most colourful birds he had ever seen, he could even say its feathers were like a rainbow, as they had the most iridescent gloss of hundreds of different colours. He had never seen anything like it.
Maybe if I kill this bird, Ryan thought to himself, I could trade its feathers. It would make me rich. It was a heavy flyer, and he could spot it high in a tree that was rooted a few yards away from him. He pointed and aimed straight for the dash of colour, and released the arrow. It flew through the air and hit the branch with such a force it shook the leaves from the trees. He had missed, but stunned, the bird had lurched backwards, squawking, and fallen to the ground with a thud.
It was at that exact moment an almighty roar pierced the air, making his whole body shake with such a terror he fell backwards. The trees stirred around him, the leaves rustled with the intensity of it and a cold breeze picked up, until the whole forest fell to silence. Ryan looked frantically around him, his heavy breathing the only noise to be heard. But he saw nothing. No movement. He stood back up and drew another arrow, although his hands quivered.
in the forest
Time waits for no-one, so don't be afraid of tomorrow
The ground shook as a large, galloping sound echoed through the wood. He span to its source and only saw a huge hadowy shape, with gleeming green eyes swiftly merandering through the trees, knocking off branches as it went and heading straight for him.
He released the arrow. It was deflected so quickly he hadn't had time to register how. It lurched forward, its size towering, and barged itself straight into him, knocking the wind from him lungs as his body flew sideways to smack into a nearby tree.
He laid there, unable to move, as the pain slowly built up inside of him. He felt a heavy warm breath from behind him. He turned gingerly over to stare straight into a pair of huge green eyes. Never kill for game. It muttered in a foreign tongue. Then it opened its mouth, revealing its gleaming white teeth, and blackness consumed everything.
Sword's bio
Swim with your sorrows and try delusion for a while
General:
Name: Maica Lutharo
Translation: Sword Enchanter (Swordmaker)
Alias: Sword (Is rarely called Maica)
Gender: Male
Age: 96 years old (Yet still young)
Age Group: Adult
Occupation: Maicacano (Blademaster)
Species: Faerie Grarrl (Avian)
Destination: The Curu Forest
Diet: Omnivour
Element: Light
Favourites:
Colour: Magenta
Food: Roasted Deer
Drink: Milkberry Tea
Time of day: Twilight
Day: No Preference
Month: September
Preffering Light/Dark: Light
Weather: Sunshine
Season: Autumn
Setting: The Forest Regions
Design
You gotta lose inhibition, it's such a beautiful lie.
There is something rather whimsical about Sword. He is beautiful; his colouration is bold, his scales and feathers shine brilliantly in the sunlight, his hair is always glossy and smooth. This beauty he holds is effortless; he rarely needs to preen himself. The only thing he takes good care of is his wings; they always need to be in tip top condition if he wants to fly. He is not typical to a grarrl; you'd be wrong to say that. He is far from fat, but in fact a very lean dragon, which explains his sheer speed and agility.
First Glance~
Eye colour~ Green, with lime flecks
Hair~ Naturally dark plum, raspberry highlights
Body Pelt~ Scaly
Colouration~ Orange
Markings~ Deep raspberry speckles running across head, back and tail.
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Basic Scales~ (Approx)
Height~ 7 foot
Length~ 9 foot
Weight~ Unknown (but bones are hallow like a birds, so it is believed he'll be suprizingly light in comparison to his height/wieght ratio.)
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Gait & Posture~ His wings are large, very large, which makes him an adequate flyer; but he's a glider, rather than a flapper. Not much flapping is required for him to sustain flight, unless of course he has a steep incline or short take-off. He walks very gracefully for he is far from clumsy; he strolls almost like a lion; walks tall and proud with his head held high. But just because he strolls about so causually and is so big, don't be fooled. He is an extremely fast runner. Yes, his wings slow him down, but he folds them to his sides and it able to press them to his body rather tightly, making him more streamlined, and to stop them getting is his way. He sits down in a similar fashion; almost formally, even if no one is there. He does this out of habit, because he is not vain, nor is full of his own pride. He simply was taught to walk with such grace from a very young age; to respect his species.
Adoptables
Weeeeewoooooooooo
Weewoo Adoptables! 8D Grarrl adoptables are coming soon. Please, feel free to take them, however you must follow these rules:
1. Do not edit these adoptables
2. Link the adoptables back to this petpage
3. Do not take the credit away from these adoptables
4. Do not claim these adoptables as your own, or enter them in any kind of contest.
CUSTOM STATUS:
Trades: OPEN :)
Requests: Curently closed
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Basic Colours:
(To do: Fire, Snow, Christmas, Plushie, Maraquan)
