This is a casual RP where our dragonsonas just hang out and talk and do stuff and learn more about each other and interact with each other. It might evolve to have a plot, but for now, it's just a casual hangout.
Only use dragonsonas for this. Alternate dragonsonas are allowed as well, but don't make up characters for this or use non-dragonsona characters. Usual RP and wiki rules apply.
Instead of a character sheet, provide a link to your dragonsona's page.
I guess I'll start. Anyone can join at any time as long as they provide the link to their dragonsona.
Morpho laid down on a bed of moss and twigs in a huge, open, torch-lit cave where dragons sometimes met up. She had sent out a public invite to...well, pretty much everybody to hang out. Nobody had arrived yet.
I hope someone comes soon, Morpho thought. To pass the time, she took out a pencil and a blank scroll and started doodling.
"Go ahead, guys! You can come in!" Morpho said. "Also, I think it would be interesting to know the unique powers everybody has. I can sense the basic feelings of dragons and have intuition. Nothing fancy. It's because I have a little NightWing in my blood." She spread her wings to show her NightWing stars. "And of course I can camouflage and spit venom."
"Um, I can breath fire. I can hear thoughts with my name in them, and also if the're really loud. That's pretty much it. Oh, and I can change my scales." she added, letting her scales change the way they wanted to. "I'm a RainWing NightWing hybrid."
Cloud seriously considered walking out the door, "Alright, so we've got two sort-of mindreaders, one burning venom dragon, and way to many hybrids." she frowned, "Anyway, I have frostbreath, normal IceWing stuff, yada yada yada, oh yeah I'm royalty, anyway, my life isn't that interesting."
"Im not special, really, maybe im an animus, and don't know it, but I doubt it, im not special, save for my personality, my weight, my height...you probably caught on to that, but I do have a fair amount of flaws, like, say, im pretty frail, quick to anger, and a few other things." She said. "Though I do have positives in my personality..."
Tawny looked at Yellow, mildly horrified, more thinking of the ways that could gorily end. "And, I like drawing gore, so I study blood a bit in my spare time, how it flows specifically. Hence my love for the Tortured Souls from Cleaver Barking (clive barker dragon muahhajfnekasjna), amazing how creepy he made those scavengers..." She said.
(don't google it or you'll claw your eyes out)
"Mya apologies for my behavior. It's just..." Storm trailed off. Whatwas she supposed to say? That she was a SeaWing runaway who was actually a princess? That sounded WAYYYY too complicated and unreal, even to her.
"I think scavengers are pretty cool," said Morpho. "It's pretty fascinating that animals can build towns and weapons and do such dragon-like things. It's terrible what they did to Queen Oasis, though."
"A contraption that uses a chain reaction to achive something that could have been done with something simpler. And it's a RUBE Goldberg contraption." (I used capitals for emphasis because there was nothing better)
I think they're annoying. I used to own two cats, they were perfectly fine without much attention. One was even better off without attention. The other one was SO DANG FLOOFY BUT HOW DOES HE SLEEP ON A FENCE WITHOUT FALLING OFF?)) "Nah, it's fine. I'm scared of Birds of Prey, exept for owls."
Done doodling on her arm, Lyla pulled her sketchbook out oof the bag she brought and set it on the ground. Grabbing her pencils, she began sketching a large wolf-like creature, except it had a dragon tail and wings, with spines running down its back.
The door creaks open but noone comes through. Until the
Sihlloete of a dragon with the space around it being warped as if someone was poorly camouflaged Comes through finding a comfortable position on the floor before rapidly changing colors trying to be seen until settling on a golden and orange colored rainwing
"I am trying to do the rainwing camouflage thing...
Was it good?!" He says excitedly
As the displays of colors happened for others, a male quadbrid was making his way to the door. He tucked his wings close, his tail colored with the hue of violets now. He gulped. Von was nervous. Interaction wasn't ever his strong suit. But regardless, he had to conquer it. He pushed ahead, opening the door after giving a few knocks. The typically dull red colored scales on his head slowly faded to blues and violets as he peeked in.
"Mind if I come in?" He asked, sounding nervous. "I'm Von by the way-"
Obni pulls a small log about the size of a dragon head out of his bag before setting it down he seemed to whisper something to it before it began falling apart until the shape of a
Dragon head was carved into it
"Pretty cool right... I WOOD even say it's my favorite trick"
"Oh, right. I could never be an animus, exept for if someone enchanted me, because none of my tribes have animus bloodlines. Exept for SandWings, but what are the chances I'm related to some old dead dragon?"
"Well, maybe you could use a Darkstalkers Scroll method? His plan worked well until he went nuts. Maybe you could add more foolproof ends? Like only you could use it, it won't deteriorate your soul...etcetera." She said.