Post by Fellicya Strongmouth on Dec 17, 2015 19:43:13 GMT 1
Playby: Stephanie Lynn
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NAME: Fellicya Strongmouth
AGE: 18
ORIGIN: A far East average village in the Barbaric Archipelago.
OCCUPATION: Rider and former traveler.
GENDER & SEXUALITY: Female. Pansexual.
LIKES:
• The presence of her dragons : There's nothing better than to spend time with a loved one. Especially when they're two !
• Dragons in general : Dragons are interesting and entertaining creatures, they're not as vicious as some human can be.
• Exploring : Sure, most places have already been discovered and explored but you weren't the one to do it. Personal experiences are best!
• Forests : The green grass, the trees and everything that lives within those places. It's all so beautiful.
• Sunny weather : Come on, who doesn't like the feeling of fresh air in their hair and warm sun on their skin ?
• Every sweet type of food : Everyone love sweet things. Every. One.
• Meeting new people : It's just like meeting new dragons! Right? Right?... No?
DISLIKES:
• Every bitter type of food : Eat a whole citrus with it's skin then think again about liking bitter tasting things.
• Spiders : No, just. No.
• Betrayers : The trust of someone is something precious and giving it is a huge proof of love. It should never be broken.
• Lies : See above reason.
• Arguments : Loss of time that could be spent enjoying each other's company instead of arguing.
• Her former tribe : Just like spiders. No.
WEAKNESSES:
• Because of the fact that her dragons rarely leave her side, Fellicya didn't find the need to train in combat thus have really poor fighting skills.
• Easily loses sight of her objectifs when given a reason to lose focus.
• Opens up way too easily to people who could hurt her.
• Quick to anger if her buttons are pushed right.
• Become an impulsive liar if she start panicking.
STRENGTHS:
• Even thought she lacks skill in combat she has quite the speed to make up for it.
• Has lean muscles making it easier to carry small weights like baby dragons or big bags of fishes.
• Good in almost every physical exercises her main favorites are running and climbing.
• Good eyesight, not as much as some dragons but still pretty good for a human.
FEARS:
• Speedstingers: They're incredible dragons but their hunting techniques and just general skills scare her. They're deadly predators and she knows it.
• Being deserted by her dragons: She loves them and just the thought of not being good enough for them would tear her apart.
• Plain dark place: She isn't scared of the Dark but what could possibly be in it.
• Giant eels: Did I mention that No. Just, no.
AMBITIONS:
• Living life at it's fullest.
• Meeting new dragons.
• Discovering new species.
• Finding a place she can call home.
SECRETS:
• She was incredibly affected by the abandonment of her tribe and still wishes deep down that wherever they are, their current fate is filled with misfortune and misery.
• There is no one she trust as much as her dragons and never will be, but she still fear deep down that one day they go separate ways.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:
The most strong trait of Fellicya's personality is her stubborness. When coming to almost absolutely everything. Especially if she knows she is right, then she will absolutely not let herself be stepped on and will do everything in her power to prove how right she is. Then proceed to wave her victory in other's face. She's a incredibly bad winner. Telling her she's wrong in those kind of situations will only lead her to feel frustrated and angered, pent up anger that would soon shift into rage. She is very pointy when it comes to rights and wrongs, and will never stand injustice. Especially if she has the power to do something to prevent it, given she actually see the injustice. No matter what she has to do, she will do what is right in her eyes. Even when the right things to do aren't always the most enjoyables.
Fellicya has a strong and free spirit, incrased by unlimited imagination, enthusiasm and curiosity.
Enjoying far too much the presences of Dragons, she still love to meet new fellow humans. Even just talking to another likeable person would make her seem bubbly and excited, just like a puppy waving its tail at people for lack of better exemple. Not one to quickly judge without knowing the reasons to one's actions, it makes it all the easier for her to befriends others. Sadly befriending does not mean trusting in her case. She gets easily attached but still learned to keep one armor of steel around her heart to keep those close to her from hurting her feelings. She will likely never learn to fully open herself to any human in the future, no matter how much she loves them.
Don't mistake her loving and childlish attitude as stupidity. Under it all is a very well developed brain she know how to use. If she takes the time to that is.
Almost always wiser when it comes to helping others, she'll end up finding it far harder to give herself good advice. Trying to force your opinion on her is definetly not the best way to get her to do something. With her rebel and strong spirit it will only offend her wich will, more often than not, end up with her immediatly rejecting any request before doing the exact opposite of what was asked of her. When mad Fellicya will need a little time alone to cool down, she'll isolate herself to keep from hurting others to blow some of the steam out of her system. Which is why she is friendly but doesn't allow herself to get attached enough that others can hurt her anymore.
Her tribe did enough already.
You know what they say : « Once burned, twice shy. »
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Fellicya is an average sized young woman, standing 5'6 high with a pear shaped body with lean muscles acquired with the constant scuffles with her Scuttleclaw. The play time also brought her a few scars but none too proeminent or obvious, except for two long scars going from her ribs to her hips from a time her Scuttleclaw pounced on her. She also have three small scratchmarks on her forearm along with on the back of her neck. Her skin is a light peach and smooth with slightly darker frekles around the area of her nose. Her face is shaped like a heart, making her jaw and chin seem sharp and pointy, accentuated by her round and soft cheeks which gives her a bubbly and childlish edge. She has upturned Blue eyes slightly covered by Dark Rust bangs falling over them. The rest of her hair is kept at hips lenght, attached in two loose braids by Prussian Blue dyed laces.
After getting her clothes ripped at many places and needing to bandage herself up everytime she played with her Scuttleclaw or younger and/or tinier dragons Fellicya decided to start wearing an Umber leather armor composed of shoulder pads, chest plate closing on the front with the same laces she uses to tie her hair that has a collar slightly sticking up and around the sides and back of her neck, two gauntlets covering the majority of her forearms without her hands and a large tasset with a belt large enough to cover her stomac. Under her shoulder pads and belt skirt she stitched soft rabbit fur, which sticks out for aesthetic and comfort purpose. Under her armor, she wears a plain Red tank top and Umber pants, Darker than her armor, covered by knee boots with a great amount of fur on the upper end of it.
She made her armor herself with the help of an old tavern keeper from whom offered her the leather.
She had stopped into a large village to buy new clothes and took the opportunity to loiter, taking time to visit even thought her choice of pet attracted a lot of attention. She searched for a tavern where they would accept housing two dragons in their stables and then met the old woman. They had spent their days speaking in the stables where at BlazingEye and SwiftBite's side, the woman absorbed by Fellicya's tales about dragons and her adventures. One day she complained about how much time she spent stitching holes in her clothings and the day before she left, in a farewell gift, the old woman offered her help in the crafting of the armor.
When it comes to weapon, she is poorly equipped, not seeing fit to wear weapons. She only has a short sword tied at her belt she uses only . Except for this one she has absolutely no weapons. Not so surprisingly a situation where she needs to defend herself rarely occurs concidering BlazingHeart and SwiftBite are constently by her side. That being said, her lack of weapon is still one of her greatest weakness that she make up for with muscle and reflexes obtained along the years of living on her own with the huge reptiles.
She may not be a fighter but it isn't for absence of strenght, if one day Fellicya was taught the art of battle Fellicya would be a fearsome warrior.
BACKSTORY:
Born in a nomadic tribe, Fellicya was raised to be useful for the tribe's survival, to prevent her from being a burden, just like every other childrens were raised. Sadlyher thirst for amusement and adventure only brought her the dislike of the elders who were quick to make her the Black sheep of the tribe. They concidered her too frivolous, arrogant and rebellious. Her curiosity was mistaken for disrespect toward them. They made sure to tell her parents to keep a better hold on her and warned others to keep their childrens from approaching her or she could become a bad influence. Adults listened to the elder's warnings, for they were supposed to be wise, and defended their childs from befriending her. All that, just because she was slightly more daring than others.
She ended up alone most of the times, wandering off in the woods and playing alone. When she wasn't sent to gather water it was to gather wood, even when their stock were still full. She knew it was just a way to keep her occupied, to keep her at bay.
As she grew, the restrain and rules set to prevent her from doing anything that could bring harm to the tribe weren't enough to keep her under control. Adding to this the past sadness that grew with her as it changed into bitterness and anger, it made her hate the tribe as much as she thought they hated her.
On her fourteenth birthday, and yet a day like any other no one would even remember, she had no idea how her life would change.
She was out doing her daily chores when she went out of the path set to the camp as always. What would be the problem? They didn't even want her here, so it was a win-win situation.
She had decided that to day she would go far more deeper in the forest, wandering out of her way far more than usually to visit this wonderful and peaceful place. What could happen ? She had been fine all this time, why would it change now ?
It was meant to be short and only a enjoyable stroll in the nature.
Well it was not.
As she walked the light of the sun reflected on something and hit her in the eye, making her wince before stepping aside to see what had abused her poor eye. She found a puddle of hard amber, staring at it a long moment before approaching. What could have made this amber? It seemed nothing like if it was natural. None of the nearby trees gave amber that looked like this one and from her own knowledge grass didn't produce amber.
Fellicya didn't have the time to dwell on the amber's origin long before the loud noise of a huge mass crashing attracted her attention. It was quickly followed by muffled growls and trashing sounds.
Well THAT was interesting.
The girl felt her heart race in her chest, threatening to burst through her ribs at any moment now. Her brain had raised all the Red flags possible, she knew it was all incredibly dangerous and that if predators were close to their camp she should go back and warn them, but... It was so tempting to get a closer look at what could have made thos sounds.
Anyway, if she knew what kind of wild beast this was maybe her tribe could fight them off. It was set then, she would go, get a quick look and then run back to safety.
She began following the sounds but they were getting quieter and quieter, when she finally noticed a clearing from afar rushed to it until she could hide behind the tree the closest to it. She panted lightly, eyeing nervously the open space and waiting for any sign of predators, but none were found, a deathly hush being the only thing left after the growls.
Had she dreamed the growls? It wasn't possible, a double check proved her there HAD been a fight here.
She stepped out from behind her tree, scanning the area as she went into the clearing. Fuming amber shots were sticking to broken trees, a couple of broken dragons bones scattered at different spots on the ground. The earth was turned upside down at several places, the marks of claws stretching deep into it. There had indeed been a hell of a fight here and Thor knows how glad she was the things that did this did seem to here anymore.
How could her tribe and herself had missed a fight that had been apparently so violent ? This was insane, but at least the danger was gone and her tribe safe.
So, she shouldn't have had anything to fear right? This was only an empty field deserted after the battle that took place here. Right?
If only she know how wrong she was, once again.
As she stepped out further into the open, to study the ravaged battlefield from closer, a loud and piercing noise rippled through the air, making her wince before covering her ears to keep the roar from piercing them as well. A butterfly like shadow flew over her, and the sound damaging her hearing quickly became the least of her worries. She froze in place, her heart missing a beat with cold sweat rolling on her temp and down her back. This was it, she was going to die just like the elders said one day she would. Out of curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat. Except the cat here was a far too young to die lovely woman.
Another roar, more enraged and closer than the first one answered the first one before the giant beast, to whom it belonged, stepped out into the open.
To describe this dragon in one word, it was enormous.
Without a second glance at Fellicya, the Typhoomerang spreads its Crimson wings menacingly, chest puffing out, as it drew in a breath that was then released into a challenging roar leaving it panting, a low angered rumble coming from it. Fellicya was left gapping at the gigantic Dragon, blinking in awe, feeling her heart stop then start back racing in her chest.
The Typhoomerang seemed too distracted to noticed her, she didn't know when the chance to escape it would come so it was now or never. She stepped backward but in her hast she hadn't noticed that she would be stepping on one of the bones. The cracking noise it caused immediatly alerted the Typhoomerang who snapped it's head down to glare at her, not seeming even slightly fazed by her presence.
Good Thor, she was going to die now !
What was she thinking when she came here?!
Of course she wasn't!!
"Hi...Yeah..." A bead of sweat rolled on her temple and she chuckled nervously. "So... Nice meeting you and all but..." She quickly glanced behind her to see how far she was from the trees where she could try to lose the dragon. "But I'm... I'm gonna go now... Okay ?" No answer other than the low rumble soothing. Since she believed she was good Fellicya tried to take a step back, but as soon as she began moving, the rumble shifted into a louder growl while the dragon squinted at her. "Crap..." Immediatly interrupting her movement, she raised her hands to her side in sign of unniversal peace very slowly and carefully, cocking an hopeful eyebrow up and hoping dragons did speak unniversal sign language. "Okaaay...So, you do not want me to move huh? I-I'll stay. 'Kay ? I can totally do that, being right here just... Standing and- and doing nothing..." Welp. once more, no response. She didn't know what she was waiting for, it's not like it could undersand her, or was smart enough to, anyway. It seemed the Typhoomerang had enough energy and brain cells to show discomfort at Fellicya moving, but not enough to care for whatever she said. After a couple of seconds it folded and lowered its wings to the ground, using them for support. "Well, arent we awkward and weird my dear... What am I even supposed to do now? Just- stand here looking pretty ?" Lowering her hands, she crossed her arms and didn't even wait for an answer as she kept talking, missing the fact that the dragon's growl slowly softened once more. "You're not gonna hurt me, are you ? Or are you like... Keeping me as a snack for when you wake up, right ? Hahaha, yeah right, you're defifnetly not going to do that... I hope... Are you ?" This time the Typhoomerang cocked it's head to the side before literally rolling its eyes at her. It seemed like it DID understand her after all, huh. "Well excuse me but you're not the one who's only a sack of meat, standing in front of a twenty feet something tall dragon that eat. Oh! Would you look at that. Meat." That only earned her a soft hum and... Was that dragon actually making fun of her? The way it's eyes smiled seemed to say so.
…
Yes.
Yes it was.
It definetly was making fun.
Of her.
Sighing heavily she just stood, staring at the Dragon in it's half lidded eyes. The thing looked pretty tired. The fight seemed to have had drained it of it's energy. The DeathSong had gotten her alright even though she didn't doubt the Typhoomerang had caused just as much damage if not more at its oponent. It had a few bruises all over its body, along with dust and dirt but the worst part was probably the three long gashes on it's chest, luckily enough they weren't that deep and seemed like it was stoping bleeding. There also seemed to be a deeper gash on the side of its... mouth ? Muzzle ? Snout ?
Whatever.
The point is it looked pretty bad.
A couple of minutes passed by, before Fellicya decided she was done just standing aroung. She started lowering herself to sit down only for the Typhoomerang to start growling at her again "Oh, come on ! I can't stay up like that forever! I'm not going anywhere, I swear just sitting down." and then, a staring contest begin. Fellicya sighed, dropping her head before looking back up pleadingly at the Typhoomerang. "My legs are tired, I need to sit down and you don't look so good either. How about we try that again 'ight ?" At that the dragon's growl lowered until it was nothing but a faint rumble, which she decided was a good sign. "Okay, ready now ? Easy." Gently she reached up with her hand before lowering it as she crouched down. If at first the dragon flinched away, it slowly lowered it's head with her hand as she repeated the movement slower this time. "Good, there. See, it isn't so bad down here." She smiled, a warm feeling burning in her chest as the Dragon lowered itself at the same pace as her hand until they were both lying on the ground, her hand a feet away from it's head. She could feel the warm breath running across her hand. "This..."The Typhoomerang, which had began to relax enough to drift in and out of sleep, reopened its eyes to lazily look down at her her. "This... This is amazing." The dragon answered with a content rumble, before blincking lazily once more. She slowly approached until she could rest her chin on both hands in front of it's chin, looking up at it with wide pupils filled with glee. "You. YOU are amazing." It inhaled loudly, before puffing warm air over Fellicya's face. Its eyes seemed to shine with affection, making the blazing fire looking orbs shine even brighter. Blazing eyes. Sounded catchy. "Truly amazing... " She whispered to herself, before closing her own eyes along with the dragon, taking the time to enjoy this moment that seemed so special.
The weather was so nice, bright sun bathing them into warmth through the tree's leaves wich were rustled by the fresh breeze, and they both were so relaxed. Without noticing it, or really minding, they both drifted into a deep deserved sleep, resting at each other's side.
Friendly? Apparently.
After making sure it wasn't going to harm her she began testing the waters and was pleased to find out it actually became her friend. Also that it was a she not an it. This was so surreal, she had to show this to someone, it was just amazing, so fascinating-
…
So fascinating that she forgot about anything she could- no, should have cared about.
Like her tribe.
The other dragon, when it fled away, it went the same way she was going before following the trail.
Her tribe... She had completly forgotten. Damn it!
"Hey, fire breath, I have to go! I'll be back quick..." The dragon tilted her head curiously before purring at her, not hearing the second part. "Hopefully." Dashing through the trees without looking back, it didn't take her long to find the campsite.
Empty. It was empty.
Everything was gone. They were all gone. "G-guys ?" They were gone? There was no trace of fighting, nor the same amber she had found with the Typhoomerang and yet, they were all gone? They took off without her ? Didn't even try to find her before leaving? Fellicya felt her heart slightly clench in her chest. "Come on guys, this has to be the lest funny joke you've ever made, where are you all?" She looked around, a nervous laugh cutting her sentence. "Come out now, it's not funny anymore!" They probably heard the roar and ran away like cowards, but didn't they care enough to try and find her? Who was she kidding, they didn't care about her, no one did. No one ever did.
That's why they just abandoned her. Left her for dead.
She stepped foreward until she was standing next to one of the fire, that had been wild and full of life when she went on her way to gather wood, staring without actually doing so looking at it. "Everyone, even Mom and Dad ?" Didn't they even protest? Of course not, they were probably the first to think about leaving her behind, they've always been ashamed of her. They never loved her.
That's why she was alone. That's why she was crying.
Tears started blurring her vision, even after running on her cheeks as they fell from her reddening eyes. She kept her fists clenched at her sides, trying to keep the tears in. Sobbing as quitely as possible. Her sorrow was so big that she not notice that the Typhoomerang had followed her and was now approaching slowly. She stopped behind the human, poking her in the back with the type of her mouth but the girl was too engrossed in her sadness to do anything more than allow the tears to fall freely. Noticing the lack of amelioration in her friend's state, the dragon pushed her forehead against the girl's back, carefully hugging her hips with her wing's claw. Fellicya's eyes widened in sudden shock before she slowly turned around. She watched with great confusion as the Typhoomerang's own fire like eyes mirroring her sadness with a grief of her own. She felt the heavy weight on her heart disappear at the shared pain and started bawling. She reached for the dragon's head to hug it closer as she cried and it waited patiently.
When she stopped sobbing and stepped away the dragon slightly straitened her neck. Fellicya rubbed the tears of her face, offering a week smile yet thankful to the dragon who purred loudly. "T-Thanks..." After another sniff she notice that the claw was still keeping her close and patted it away. "I don't need them anyway! So what if they left me here to rot? Like I care, I have you now, right ?" Her lips stretched into a wide and genuine smile as the dragon chirruped excitedly. "We don't need people anymore! We have each other now, and we'll explore the world at each other's side!" At the other's obvious excitement the Typhoomerang roared just as excitedly, giving a small bat of her wings.
Fellicya made a small pause, before reaching up with one hand for the dragon's head who lowered it. She placed each of her hand on each side of her head, bringing their forehead together once more, locking gaze as she whispered.
" I love you."
The Typhoomerang pulled away and gave a pleased growl.
"Come on now, let's get go. We've got nothing to do here-" Fellicya stared at the dragon as it suddenly straightened, looking around as if it were searching something. "Fire breath?" It didn't answer turning around to go back to the clearing where they came from, leaving the confused girl behind her. "Hey, girl? Where are you going? Wait for me!" She started running after it as the dragon jogged toward the clearing, she almost lost her and when she finally reached her side she was left panting from the second little run she had today. She leaned against it's side, trying to catch her breath as she complained. "Could've waited for me..." The low growl rumbling in it's chest made Fellicya look up questioningly at her dragon. She was even more surprised when she found it glaring foreward. "Aw c'mon...What no-"
A small hesitant chirp cut her mid sentence and BlazingEye bared her fangs has her snarl incrased in volume. The sudden aggressivity of her dragon made Fellicya flinch but she quickly reminded herself that she was her friend now. Another more insistent chirruping drew her attention back toward the dragon that made it. "Calm down girl, it sound small..." She started approaching but the Typhoomerang pulled her back by gently tugging at her braids. "Aw c'mon fire breath, What the hell? It might be a little baby that got hurt because of your tussle with big and ugly!" She answered by tugging one last time on Fellicya's hair before nudging her with her nose, grunting disapprovingly wich earned her a chuckle. "Shush, I totally know what I'm doing." Turning around, the girl shook her head before heading toward the bush where the chirps came from and was once more interrupted when it started being rustled violently, making BlazingEye growl low in her throat as she stood next to Fellicya to defend her.
The problem was, what came out of the bushes was nothing like a treat. "D'aww~. Look at that lil' guy!" What came out of the bush was a lone Blue baby scuttleclaw. That BlazingEye didn't seem to like one bit. Her snarl didn't calm down and that didn't please the young girl who glanced at her questioningly. "Stop that, it's just a baby. It's not mean or anything. Aren't you little guy." She took a step foreward and kneeled before slowly extending a hand to allow it to sniff it. "Come on, come here I'm friendly I swear." The Scuttleclaw sharply turned it's head to the side, glancing between her hand and her encouraging smile curiously. It seemed to have decided she wasn't a threat because it then began approaching hesitantly. And he would have kept this pace if a certain Typhoomerang didn't snort at him as she moved her head foreward, making it yelp panickedly and tackle pounce Fellicya to hide from her. The girl fell with a surprised "Oof!" and of course BlazingEye took it as an assault and her snarl became the start of a roar as she dived to bite the baby off of her human.
She only stopped because said human raised one hand while scrambling back whle she held the Scuttleclaw against her chest with the other. "Okay, okay everyone calm down! False alarm, just dragons being butts." The Typhoomerang's mouth hung open as she tilted her head to the side, giving a last scornful huff before withdrewing while the baby Scuttleclaw, who was still rubbing it's head nervously against Fellicya's belly, snapped it's eyes open to stare at the bigger dragon from their corner, then look back up at Fellicya and start chirruping enthusiastically as it assaulted her face with licks. "Oh my Thor! Alright, alright! I get it you're happy." Fellicya was laughing loudly, trying to push the dragong off her to no avail. She finally gave up and just waited for it to finish before pushing it off. When it stopped licking her under the jealous stare of BlazingEye she giggled, looking up at him. "You done? I can get you off me now?" With the baby finally calming down she could stand up but when she tried to put it down it started squawking loudly, flapping it's wings erratically, as if it was panicking. "Wow, wo there! Calm down, it's alright! I'm not putting you back down, 'm not, I swear!" She straightened, not without difficulties, balancing the Scuttleclaw on her hip to get some off it's weight off her arms. "Jeez. You must have been quite scared back there..."
Behind her BlazingEye was staring at the tiny dragon with round confused eyes. She did not understand what had just happened and more than sure she didn't want to. She approached her nose to sniff it, looking for injuries wich would explain the little outburst but found none and was even more confused. After feeling her presence it snapped it's head toward heard, starting to sniff her back before trying to bite the horn on her nose. Fellicya's eyes widened as she started panicking, this wasn't a good idea and she didn't want her dragon to kill this baby.
This was not something she wanted.
This was the least thing she wanted.
This was totally going in the opposite way of what she wanted.
"Woah- Okay there, that's a bad move. No bit-...ing?" To her surprise BlazingEye allowed it, gently turning her head and tugging on her horn, inviting it to tug harder. Basically playing with it. "Okay? Welp." Her brows started furrowing as she looked around. "You can't be out there alone, where are your parents?" The little dragon didn't answer, wrapping it's wings tighter around her shoulders, it's feets claws sinking easily past her clothes, as it tugged harder on the Typhoomerang's horn. The tiny wounds made her wince as it obviously pierced skin but she ignored it. "It doesn't matter, if they weren't good enough to keep an eye on you and protect you then they're bad parents anyway." The bitterness in her tone alerted the dragons who stopped playing together to look at her. The baby pushed it's head under her chin while the adult one nudged the side of her with it's forehead making her frown turn upside down as she chuckled. "Hey, hey! I'm alright guys, stop it!"
She glanced between the two with a small smile tugging on her lips before focusing her attention on the Scuttleclaw. "Well, I supposed you'll be coming with us too then?" It chirruped happily at that, not understanding one bit of what was said, and BlazingEye joined it.
"Alright then, let's go guys."
And with this Fellicya began traveling with her dragons at her side. Only learning later that her Scuttleclaw and Typhoomerang both had lost their loved ones at the claws of the Deathsong. She named the baby SwiftBite when it kept nipping at both of them in surprise attacks. She met many other dragons, learning more and more about them until she decided it would be her first purpose in life. But she also came across many other humans and friends, needing to stop in villages from time to time. One of them being a far East average village in the Barbaric Archipelago where she heard a traveler's wonderful stories about a clan living and accepting fully dragons at their side, as close friends, partners and not weapons. She thought about it for quite some time before finally asking for the man to take them to this wonderful place.
And this is how they finally got to land clawed feet on Berk.
FIGHTING STYLE : • Fellicya doesn't fight. She only flight.
DRAGON :
NAME: BlazingEye
GENDER: Female
TYPE: Typhoomerang
APPEARANCE: BlazingHeart is slightly more slender and elegant than average Typhoomerang but far from weaker. The ruling color on her body is Red, going from her wings and entire body in an almost Black Crimson to a bright Red for underbelly. Her head is GhostWhite with the same Red as her body's blending into the white around her eyes. Running all along the end of the lower part of her wings are the same Ghostwhite fadding into a bright Red and on until it totaly blends with the original color of the wings toward the middle of it. Two large scars run across her chest along with a deep one across the left side of her mouth, the teeth supposed to be here missing from the fight with the DeathSong. The two huge horns on her head are lightly more curved at the end. Running all along the end of the lower part of her wings are the same Ghostwhite fadding into a bright Red and on until it totaly blends with the original color of the wings toward the middle of it.
PERSONALITY: This Typhoomerang is extremely confident and prideful, a true fighter. The reason why she does not show much hostility towards others is because of how high she thinks of herself and little of others to deign concider them a real threat until they act like one. She loves to tease others and will take great pleasure in snobbing people for fun. Her respect has to be won and her trust deserved, if she allows it, that is. But for those who manage it, she will be a trustworthy and loyal companion.
Also possessive, over protective, childlish and immature at times. Even though her attachment might be a little suffocating it only makes her even more lovable.
HISTORY: She had a normal life, finding a mate when the time came and giving birth to four babies Typhoomerangs. Everything was going fine in their 'family' life, until her offspring manage to wander away on their own. They stepped into a Deathsong's territory without knowing it. The hypnotizing dragon's song was quick lure them into it's den and when BlazingHeart noticed her missing babies she went after them, tracking them until she found their location. But she didn't make it in time to save them. Blinded by her sorrow and rage, she went after the other dragon until she could get revenge, battling it to death. After fighting against it, it still managed to get away and she was too weakened by the fight to go after it. That's when she met Fellicya and a baby Scuttleclaw who became her new family. One she would never allow to lose. From then on, they started traveling together but she hasn't forgotten, waiting for the butterfly like dragon to cross her path once more to finish what they had started.
NAME: SwiftBite
GENDER: Male
TYPE: Scuttleclaw
APPEARANCE: SwiftBite has a bi-pedal stance with no forelimbs and a long tale just like every other ScuttleClaws. The dominating color of his scales is a bright sky Blue, his underbelly being a Whiter shade of the same Blue along with the under side of his wings. Along his dorsal surface are many flexible rounded spines that goes from the back of his head to the tip of his tail, the scales on the whole area being a dark Maroon along with the upper side of his wings. He has a beak-like mouth rounded to the tip and the usual big round Golden eyes babies tend to have at his age. He has bright Honey round markings on each side of his face, close to his eyes but also running along his spine and on each sides of his wings.
PERSONALITY: He is just like the average baby Scuttleclaw, a bundle of pure concentrated energy. He have no trust in everything and everyone making him overly paranoid, but it doesn't mean he will restrain from prompting every kind of living creatures to play with him. He is curious and playful, especially loving tree climbing and tussling with Fellicya.
HISTORY: Just like BlazingHeart this baby dragon had a pretty normal 'family' life. He grew up at his parent's side until they chased him and his horde away because of their constant bickering and forever lasting energy source. The sad thing was that when they decided the babies were old enough to live on their own it was in the same area where a Deathsong made his nest. They were all lurred by it's song and then ended one by one to kill them. Seeing the shadow of the dragon and his pack being struck by hot amber one by one snapped him out of his daze. He immediatly panicked and quickly hid into a bush, watchng the DeathSong reduced the number of member in his pack one by one. Luckily a wild enraged Typhoomerang burst into the DeathSong's territory when he felt like he would faint from all the sudden emmotions. She battled it and won, but SwifBite still didn't believe he was safe. He kept hidding until Fellicya came along and made him feel safe enough that he came out of the bush and joined them. From then on he has been traveling at BlazingEye and Fellicya's side.
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CBOX NAME: Ladysery
Anyway, here are a few things that either need changing or that I think you should at least consider doing. 
talk with me on the see box or write a response post if you have any thoughts. 
