Congratulations for 150+, @lulatiger! I entered for both Galaxy and Unicorn Fluff, though I prefer the Galaxy one a little bit. Also, each fits both into the WoF universe and out of it. WARNING: Very long descs Now, time for bios! -+Galaxy+- Name: Fog Age: Dragonet, 6 or 7 yrs Gender: Female Tribe: Night/sea/sky hybrid Personality: Shy, smart, quiet, peaceful, gentle, steadfast Likes: Scrolls, friends, flying, darkness, controlled fire, silence, alone time Dislikes: Noise, violence, being interrupted, awkward social situations, NOISE Backstory: Fog glided over the rolling mountains, the dark sky wrapping around her like a blanket. To the east, waves rolled onto the sand, before skittering off. Below, she could hear the wind whistling past her cave. And nearby, fire lit villages could be seen. She sighed. As a hybrid hatched in a war, her parents- a Nightwing-Seawing cross and a Skywing- had kept her hidden in a cliff side cave, below the Skywing outskirts and overlooking the Seawing’s. Her parents usually weren’t there, as they couldn’t just completely abandon their lives inside the tribes. Fog was used to caring for herself- and making sure she wasn’t seen, so neither she nor her family got into any trouble. She didn’t mind, though- she had a whole miniature library of scrolls at her clawtips, a nice view just out her window, and little interest in other dragons’ lives (note the word little). Today was no different. Except she had a feeling something would be soon. Fog pushed her glasses back up and glanced around at the sky. One moon was full, and the others were maybe an eighth full, though she couldn’t tell whether they were waxing or waning. The sky was speckled with stars, like tiny bits of sky refusing to darken with the rest. Wisps of light marked unknown celestial bodies far, far away. She rustled her wings, which looked similar to them. /Wait./ She lifted herself into an upright position, then began circling what she saw below. A green dragon lay crinkled below, shuddering. Distance disguised the details, but Fog could see fins running along their back, and salt clinging to their scales. Swiftly, quietly, she swooped into the cover of nearby bushes, where she watched and wondered whether to check it out. …and that’s the end for now! XD Might be continued in another project, if I get her -+Unicorn FLOOF+- Name: Nectar Age: About 5 or 6 Gender: Female Tribe: Silkwing, possibly part Hivewing/somehow part Beetlewing (don’t ask) Personality: Social, playful, calm, confident, sweet, spoiled but not bratty about it, positive Likes: Sugar, color, butterflies, friends, trees, wildlife, other Silkwings, treasure Dislikes: Hivewings (only mildly though), boredom, monotonous things (whether voice or color), dragons who dislike a lot of things Backstory: Nectar breathed in the fresh air, clambering out of the tangled of silk, into the beautiful scene of towering trees, fruit, and fellow, jewel-looking Silkwings interacting with the few who knew of their existence. From her knowledge, Silkwings didn’t always live in Pyrrhia’s rainforests. Silkwings didn’t live in relative secrecy with, as far as she could see, little reason. Silkwings weren’t a refugee tribe. But then Monarch, the Pantalan Silkwing queen, had agreed to give her tribe to the Hivewings, and this part of the tribe decided to quietly escape to a new continent so they would still be free. Nectar didn’t really mind, though. Not too much. Though she would’ve liked to meet the Leafwings, or maybe even the Hivewings. She fluttered her wings and flew out into the groves. Trees as tall as mountains (she thought; she’d never seen one before) were scattered throughout the area, all relatively close to one another. Webs of silk were strung between them, with some wood structures belonging to some Rainwings overlooking it. Flowers, vines, smaller plants, and wildlife galore clambered for space in the canopy. “Nectar!” A Rainwing dragonet flung herself at Nectar, who caught her with a laugh. Her gold-blue scales, speckled with green, turned neon pink around the edges. “You slept for sooooooo long! I’d think you were one of us!” “Hey, Melon!” Nectar laughed again. “It’s only 7 AM, y’know.” “Yeah, well it felt like longer.” She shrugged. “Wanna go check out your butterfly garden?” “Sure!” Nectar couldn’t be happier with her life.
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