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Rules
1). No powerplaying or God Moding...just not cool amigos
2.) Cursing must be kept to utmost minimum and especially dirty curse words are not to appear
3.) No over pwoered charachter (I know dragons themselves are overpowered but just don't go overboard)
4.) PM me with your dragon's color and I will have the breath weapon associated with that color (unless of course you know it...then we are all good)
5.) No killing off other poeple (NPCs can be killed off (and will be) at my dispension...basically if it attacks you and its an NPC...unless I have other plans, it WILL die.
6). Romance tolerated with regards to official rules

Otherwise...let the dragon inside manifest itself in this rp taht I hope you all enjoy.

(charachter desc are to be submitted like this)

Name-
Color-
Sex-
Short description-
Weapons- (in human and draconic form)
Brief History-

(my first post will be en route...alas the studying of finals restricts me at the moment)

The dark of the night was peirced if but briefly by the lonely cry of a wolf. The small coastal village of Resanark slept peacefully, but activity still disturbed the late hours of the night. Wererats...the vile lycanthropes stalked through the street, their half rat forma lonesome and fear inspiring sight. Silent as the night itself they slipped into the houses and returned with sleeping children clutched in their arms. These children would supplement their dying clan and perhaps revive the old ways of their lonesome existance. One rat man grunted to a fellow that seemed prone against a wall. Closer inspection however revealed the implaed body of thier comrade, eyes burned out from lightning. Whipping about, eyes flaring in beastlike rage, the ratmen confronted their foe. Weilding a lightining claoked broadsword in one hand, his strange eyes narrowed in hate of the lonesome abominations, a man clothes in tatters advanced on the wererat group.

After having let the last child back inside, the lone stranger sighed satisfaction and exited the town. It was a crisp, cool night...the best kind of night to fly. Immeidatly the clothes and sword vanished in a flash of dispelled magic as the human swelled into teh shape of a massive bronze dragon. Spreading his sail-like wings, the great wyrm arose into the air, and flew off into the night.

Amethyst stood on a cliff in her dragon form and watched the forest below for prey. She hoped that eating would get rid of an uneasy feeling in the back of her mind. At a flash of brown, Amethyst swooped down to strike the deer.

Amethyst dived, but then the world turned black as the uneasy feeling suddenly roared to life, taking over....

When she awoke, all that was left of the deer and some trees nearby, was some ash. Amethyst blinked at this, reconizing what happened. This is the ash that my breath attack leaves when it explodes. But did I do it? I don't remember doing it at all, and in doing this, I wasted a perfectly good me. She sat there for awhile, pondering on what had just happened.

Amethyst sat there pondering. But then she looked up in hopes of prehaps a fat duck of goose flying across the sky. Instead, she saw a bronze dragon flying.

Amethyst stood up. "Amethyst." She said. "What's your's?" She stayed away from him, just in case.

"Hunting." Amethyst replied. "But..." She looked around. "I don't know what happened. It seems I lost control, or something like that."