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Dragons
Topic Started: Sunday, 24. October 2010, 23:14 (1,045 Views)
pieman280
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Wednesday, 3. November 2010, 01:57
And what do you mean by "big group of Dragons"?
If u mean liek what they are, names, or whatever then I'll ahve to think about that.. :P
I was talking about the Commandos. Like some info about maybe their history, or who leads them.
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Wednesday, 3. November 2010, 01:54
This whole forum needs a rep point. So many dragon lovers.
INOERIGHT :)
Birds don't like to fly, they have to fly.
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I deserveeee moar reps LMAO


The Commandos are Green Dragons, just much more fiercer than most. I gave the name "Commandos" because of that.



lol..
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OH, LOOKIE! YOU HAVE ONE MORE REP! I WONDER HOW IT GOT THERE! :)
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lol
C'mon guys, gimme some ideas. I've got SOME.

PS: I cannot make up my mind on wat story to continue: A Planet called reach, This, Into the Swarm, and Phantoms.

I cannot make up my mind on wat to continue, and now i got a Starwars Fanfic coming into mind to make :/
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Dragons wins hands down.
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Write down your ideas in your Stupid Ideas file (you have one, right?) Then if you really can't pick one, roll some role-playing dice ;)
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Actually, which one will be the most FUN for you to write? Target that first :)
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I find reach the one fun so far '-' sicne i have no idea for Dragons lol...i got an idea now! '-'
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Then c'mon... go write! xD
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Write when you have ideas or you'll end up procastinating to no end.
寝ても覚めてもゆきりんワールド、夢中にさせちゃうぞ♪ ゆきりんこと柏木由紀です。よろしくお願いします。
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I always end up procastinating to no end, anyway/ :) Dont write the whole thing first. List down your story ideas. :D Its what i do! And it never works
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COAW SMILEY ABUSE : D

*coughs* next chapter.


Chapter 3:

Turok woke up in complete darkness, it was snowing out for the first time. He stood up and roared in a yawn, he looked up at the moon. It must of had been the 7th moon hour. He dug his claws in, something was in the distance. Two Dragons, and a youngling.



One of the adult Dragons roared "We should tell Hutch about the Eastern Dragon Group preying on our prey." A He-Dragon said. Then a She-Dragon spoke "I believe we must-- Wait." She stopped, sniffing the air. "We're being watched..." She growled lightly. Turok lost his breath and hid quickly. "It must just be a rabbit." The younger Dragon spoke, it was also a She-Dragon.



Turok heard a squeaking, he looked over, accidentally unfolding his wings, breaking part of the wall down. "Go, go away." Turok growled, trying to keep it as soft, but much angrier. "Go!" Turok roared as softly as he can. It was a mouse, it ran out of the den.




"I'm telling you I heard something from that den." The He-Dragon walked over to my den and looked inside. Turok held his breath. "My God..." The He-Dragon gasped. "The den, its--its completely destroyed." The dragon said again. Turok folded his wings back in.


Turok stepped out of the shadows "Sorry," He moaned. "A mouse woke me up and scared my nerves out of my skin." Turok apologized. The He-Dragon nodded and left with the others.



The sun began to rise. Turok walked out to see the sun to rise. It was the first sun rise of the day, which meant it was Half of the seventh moon. He watched the sun rise, in just 30 quarters of a moon, it was to be a day. Turok walked over to a hill and sat down, the sun was beautiful.



Turok felt a breeze against his body, the nice, morning breeze. Turok heard rustling in the leaves coming up behind him, he looked back and roared. A young dragon stood there... whimpering now. The dragon crouched down.




"Oh hey little fellow..." Turok's defensive expression loosened to a friendly look. The young dragon shivered in fear. Turok bent down and sniffed the young dragon, it was a He-Dragon.



The young he-dragon spoke in fear. "Who are you?" He asked. The dragon shivered in fear again, crouching lower down to the ground. His eyes flashed up and looked at Turok's eyes, in curiosity.


"A lot of people call me Turok... you can just call me Tur if thats ok." Turok replied, trying to make it sound as nice as a soft patch of grass were. The young dragon nodded, standing up.


"How old are you?" The dragon asked. The dragon shifted his head back and forth like a young wolf. More curiosity sparked his eyes.



"I'm about 273 moons old." Turok replied. The young dragon "whoa"ed out, I was only 23 in human years. The dragon extended his wings out, they were short.


"My names Miguel, I'm only 43 moons old. Four in human years." The young dragon smiled at me. Turok looked over in the trees, he saw Winter watching Miguel.



Winter walked out of the trees towards Miguel and gently pushed him away. "Please, run along now." She spoke calmly. Miguel nodded and ran off.



"You handle young ones good..." Winter said. "You'd make a great father." Winter complimented Turok. Turok swung his tail in delight.



"Thanks." Turok nodded. Winter nodded back in "your welcome" face. "So, plan on doing anything today?" Turok grunted.



"Nope, I just gotta be at the Nursery watching over Dragon pups." Winter replied, a roar rung out. The sun was now full... the first sun of the day, Turok looked towards the East, the moon was hardly there, that was the last phase of the night.




"I gotta go Turok, nice talking to you." She said and ran off to the Nursery. Turok nodded, but it was too late. Turok watched her fade into the trees.
Edited by Swift, Monday, 17. January 2011, 01:22.
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Dragons believe in God? And 4 year olds are that good at math?

Also, I have no idea what actually happened :P
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Oh dear i wonder why its in fantasy :P
Eh anyways, I'm kinda basing this off of Legends of the Guardians... sorta. Well not really; Dragons have their own gods basically... I didn't know what to write when that he-dragon said "My god..." and stuff. I probably could of put "My pota..." but that sounded... o.e.

Eh just some reference:
Pota: God
Moons: Years
Dragon Pups: New borns with fur and feathers.

Anything else I missed... I'll try my best to explain it. :)
Chapter 4:


Turok walked into the forest, looking around, he was starving. The Commandos, or the northern Dragon group, was a large group. A well group too. A dragon from Turok's group came over to him. "Hey turok, the commander of the Commandos needs to speak with you." He said.



Turok nodded "Where is he?" He asked the dragon. The Dragon pointed his wings at a large den. "Thank you." Turok nodded again. Turok went to the den.

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to be continued when I return...
Edited by Swift, Monday, 17. January 2011, 23:10.
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