forum DRAGONS! 🐉 [CLOSED]

Started January 23, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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Oof well… we need to keep it simple, right…?

How do you mean? Your bio?

Yes…

Well, if you want, it's up to you how much detail you put into the bio.

I mean you’ll get way more details in the rp, so…

Whatever you prefer, I suppose

So where do we start?

I can start if y'all like!

Yee

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Oh oof sorry lmao )

Camille perched on the balcony of her family's home. Like all the middle-class homes of the Kingdom, they clung to towering, pole-like structures. The homes were, for lack of a better description, stone or wood igloos. Before this place had become so populate—before her time—the redwood trees were tall enough to support enough homes, but over time, inevitably, the Kingdom had become more industrious.
Far below her, on the ground, was the lower class slums where the slicks—slang for the small black dragon males, lived, and the very few city Greys as well.
In the center if this nation, the Oolong Palace, or "The Hub", if you're more hip. That's where the royal family lived.

Edmund sat in the shadow of a tree observing the other dragons above him going about their days. "Practically stuck in the gutter," he thought to himself.

"Camille," her mother called from behind inside the house.

She turned her head, "Yeah, mum?"

"Go find your father, he was supposed to be back by now," the full-grown white dragon sighed. Camille's father had gone to the open-air market—the traditional setup for buying, selling, bargaining. Her father was a prude entrepreneur of grapes; he owned a plot of land just beyond the kingdom's border where they grew.

"Will do, mum," Camille replied cordially. Flying off into the clear sky—pleasantly warm temperature— she felt a twinge of gratitude that she wasn't bon a Grey or a Black female. She couldn't imagine walking everywhere.

After a while, Edmund had become bored with the silent thinking. He took off and began heading home.

James was resting inside his own home, small but fittable for his large size. His wings covered his lower back, his tail wrapped around his left side, his mouth open, dripping some drool as he slept there, silently.

On his way home Edmund realized he had no food at home, " I should probably take care of that while i'm out," he said. He he turned and began towards the market.

Camille landed a little less than gracefully, stirring up some dust in her wake. Black and white dragons moved past her, some walking on hind legs, some on all fours. She bounded past the adult dragons to find her father among the vending booths.

Edmund arrived in the less crowded area of the market, heading towards the middle and glancing at the different products on his left and right, trying to decide what to buy.

Camille ran between dragons—being as agile as she was, it was easy—until she glanced left and collided with Edmund.

"Crap!" He shouted, "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you." He got up quickly and started helping Camille up.

She blinked a few times to pull herself from the daze of running headfirst into a solid mass of dragon. "No, woah, I'm sorry," Camille laughed, rubbing her aching snout. "I was looking for my dad, I wasn't looking where I was going and it's so crowded," the young dragon sputtered.

James head peered up, suprised by the loud noises. He grumpily stood up beginning to stretch, then left the home. He hit his head on the top of the doorway to the outside, which he does very often, he heald the bump now on top of his blue scaly head. Ugh… what am I supposed to do now? Just then, his stomach growled, screaming at him to get food. Alright… Whatever… I’ll just stop by the market and grab something…

"Do you need help looking?" He asked as calmly as he could after actually seeing her.

"I.. that'd.. be helpful, actually. He's got kind of a big nose," Camille smiled with humor, "He's got a scar on his brow too. His name is Achytl."

James made his way to the market, constantly shaking his head to wake himself up. He stumbled sometimes from his tiredness, this was the last time he would sleep in the morning.

"Alright, it'd be easier to look from above, you go ahead and fly, they'd be more accepting of you." he chuckled.

Camille opened her wings, got a bit of a running start and flew a few meters above the heads of passerby.

My bad)