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 Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:21 pm
When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing
And you look to the north and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear the laughter of the last unicorn
Im alive, Im alive
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles, its the last unicorn
Im alive, Im alive
In the time where myths are dying out, atleast to the wild. Man has been hunting the myths, making the lands more tame for them, hunting and taking the myths captaive to be used by them. As the magic in the world is hunted down myths began to arrise, when those that were once plenty are hunted down by humans who have gained knowledge and now used it to control what was once simple. to the point where humans are begining to call them myths. That is what a myth and a legond is. ((i don't know i can't get the words to come out right)) The one heading all this is King Saleri, he has a wish to capture all the magic and beauty in the world and keep them for his eyes only.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 5:22 pm
Profiles Username:Ace5262 Name: Eowyn Species: Uni/flyer Appearance:  Username: Ace5262 Name: Lunar species: wingged wolf Apperance:  Username: ace5262 Name: Edward species: human apperance: 
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:24 pm
Along the mountains was the sand of a rough sea. Or it was rough on the impending storm. No one was was around, but out of one of the caves created along the sand, came a black horse head... Or if one looked closer a silver horn on its head.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:43 pm
Username: MalachiteDragon1 Name: Kouryou Race: Malachite Dragon Appearance:  Bio: The last of the Malachite Dragons, who were hunted for their scales. He only escaped the diamond-edged knife of the Hunters because, when the cave of his family was attacked, he was still in the egg, a late laying that was left in the very depths of the cave. He has a very high psychic ability, however- and this worked against him here, because even in the egg he saw his family killed or bound in shackles, only to die later in captivity. When he was born he was taken under the wing (ahahaha) of a friend of his family, a fire dragon named Fyrebrande. Once he was old enough to take care of himself he left and wandered the world, the last of his kind and without any true home. His face is scarred by a particularly cruel hunter who chained him down and cut into his face before he was able to escape. He has a human 'disguise' that he can use when he has to go into human cities, but the scars appear on his face in Human 'form' as well. Other: Immune or resistant to most poisons, except for Dragonsbane. Dragonsbane will either badly poison him, or in a high enough dosage, kill him outright. Weapons tipped with Dragonsbane will cut through his scales like a knife through butter. ((Approved, madame?)
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:46 pm
Soft hoof prints had been washed away by the previous tides. The black head, blue eyes unicorn stepped out of the darkness of the cave after seeing it was clear. Black feathery wings went along her back. She trotted out of the cave and down a little ways, looking up at the cliffs, her horn glinted in the sunlight. She trotted over to the edge of the mountains and found some grass there.
((sure))
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:51 pm
Ace5262 Soft hoof prints had been washed away by the previous tides. The black head, blue eyes unicorn stepped out of the darkness of the cave after seeing it was clear. Black feathery wings went along her back. She trotted out of the cave and down a little ways, looking up at the cliffs, her horn glinted in the sunlight. She trotted over to the edge of the mountains and found some grass there. ((sure)) (Woo! Been a while since I've been able to use my Malachite Dragon character.) *A deeply green figure was hidden, or trying to hide, on the rough waves in the green sea, though as it drew closer it was possible to discern scale from water and claw from sand. The fact that a trail of crimson blood was slowly spilling into the water behind it didnt much help its cause. Eventually the crashing waves dumped the green dragon onto the shoreline, where it lay still, sides heaving up and down as it fought for breath.*
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 3:00 pm
A white wingged wolf sat on a cliff and looked down at the black creature below and then at the bleeding dragon down the shore. The white wolf tucked its wings and dove from the cliffs, and landed lightly on the sand.
The black unicorn tilted her head as the wolf landed beside her, it was her friend she knew.
The wolf looked down the shoreline then back at the Unicorn, together the two trotted down to look at the bloodied beast.
Think its a live Eowyn?
Its breathing... I don't know how friendly it is though.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 3:09 pm
(Wheeeee, green text! Malachite green! rofl 3nodding ))
*The Dragon wasnt much larger then the black unicorn- longer from the tip of his snout to the tip of his tail, yes, but if he stood on his four legs his shoulder would be roughly equal to hers. He wasnt standing up now, though, his sides heaving with every breath, though his ears flicked softly as the two trotted down towards him. He managed to loll his head to the side, one sapphire-blue eye partially opening to look at two fuzzy figures that he hoped were friendly.*
Please...help me...
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:38 am
Its a dragon Eowyn we're its main source of food!
Yeah... We are... I don't know what its trying to say though, its like he's speaking a different langauge from us.
Exactly, sclaes and cold blooded vs the fuzzy and the warm blooded, he eats things like us !
Maybe we can give him something to slowly heal him atleast? His blood will draw the humans here
We're gonna have to leave this place...
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 8:40 am
*Seeing that they apparently couldnt understand him, the dragons' eyes rolled back into his head for a moment and then closed, picking his head up from the wet sand with a bit of effort, his eyeridges shifting into a frown with concentration, made more difficult as his wounds distracted him.*
Help me...
*The words sounded without his lips moving, instead sounding within their heads, shifting and echoing until they found a language that the pair could understand, then repeating the message. The 'voice' didnt sound savage or wild...more like a gentle voice, and with that message they could catch a glimpse into his own mind- the connection, however brief, was two-way. His head dropped back onto the sand and his breathign grew a bit more ragged, the effort exhausting him further.*
(Whee for psychics! the Malachite Dragon is actually pretty much THE first RP character I ever made. Yay for dredging up dusty ol' characters!)
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:11 am
They both seemed startled.
I don't like this one who enters our heads with out permission. How did he break into our psycic link? Lets get out of here.
I don't like it either... We'll make this quick and get out of here. She tilted her head and her silver horn glowed to heal the injuries, before the two ran off down the other end of the beach away from sight.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 10:36 am
*It wasnt like he'd had much choice, if he hadnt begged for assistance he'd have likely died from his wounds. With a mental sigh he listened to them leaving, his ears flicking slightly as a new sound entered his hearing.*
Damn.
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