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Posted by | The ShadowClaws [RP THREAD] |
DarkHydra (#95687) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-08-24 09:25:50 |
Welcome The ShadowClaws... Character SheetsNo thread generated. The original poster of this RP thread will be able to generate one for this feature.0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 25/08/16 @ 14:38:04 by DarkHydra (#95687) |
Oops! All Genders! (#36227)
Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-15 12:33:47 |
Tuzkren | Male | 4.5 years | Rogue Tuzkren's bulky form shuddered with the pain as the rusted teeth dug into his scales and further into his muscle. With every tiny movement or twitch, no matter how hard he tried to keep still, it dug further, both sides trying desperately to reach their partner. The sound of twigs snapping and plants being crushed came to his ears and he unleashed another roar, one that was both a call to fellow dragons and a threat to any approaching humans. To his relief, a frosty-blue figure appeared, crashing purposefully through vegetation. "Help! I'm injured," the copper-scaled dragon bellowed, choking from the pain, "My foot's trapped in this metal snare! I'm over here, straight ahead. The big, orange bloke -- yes, me!" 0 players like this post! Like? |
Wintersolstice (#38121)
Apocalyptic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-09-16 02:54:30 |
Zyalon // Male // Shaman apprentice // 6 1/2 // Location: hunting grounds// Mentions: Crota, Tuzkren Curiosity had peeked the small dragons interest at the loud yowl. He knew it would most likely be dangerous and her shouldn't, but he couldn't help it. He soon found himself creeping after the beta, Crota, to find the source of the noise. He didn't know why he wanted to remain hidden, but he found himself always trying to keep a safe distance away, and out of sight. It was however, when he heard Tuzkren's words in order to help them locate him, that he came out of hiding. 0 players like this post! Like? |
[Side]winder (#71221)
Dreamboat of Ladies View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-10-02 10:42:52 |
Tirsua | Warrior | Location: Camp outskirts | mentions: Open "Icky, icky, icky..." The fae dragon muttered to herself, having limped her way from the border to the edges of the camp proper. Climbing mountains was pretty hard when you wings were no more than shreds /and/ were covered in burns. She was in no condition to move, and she was tempted to just tumble off a cliffside and rest for a few days, her curse making sure she'll be whole again. Though now, she had to preserve herself, because she had news- news that she thought couldn't wait. "Get over here one of you oversized flying lizards!" She screeched, her voice aided in horrible tone by the soft crack of burnt flesh tearing as she exerted it too far. 0 players like this post! Like? |