04-16-2019, 02:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2019, 10:41 AM by Wysteria Fairy.)
<link href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Gentium+Book+Basic:400i|Playfair+Display+SC:700" rel="stylesheet"><style type="text/css">.drac3_container {position: relative;z-index: 1;width: 500px;padding: 15px;background: #f3efec url('https://i.imgur.com/Qb75aZw.jpg') no-repeat center top;border: 2px solid #fff;border-radius: 50em 50em 0em 0em;box-shadow: 0 0 1em #fff;}.drac3_container1 {position: relative;z-index: 3;width: 500px;padding: 0;background: #6490b4;border: 1px solid #446c8d;border-radius: 50em 50em 0em 0em;box-shadow: 0 0 2em #446c8d;}.drac3_container p {margin: 0;}.drac3_image {border-radius: 50em 50em 0em 0em;}.drac3_message {text-align: justify;font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif;padding: 30px 20px 15px 20px;color: #b3c9db;}.drac3_name {position: absolute;z-index: 5;text-align: center;font: 90px 'Playfair Display SC', serif;color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2);padding: 0;top: 420px;left: 9px;border-bottom: 1px solid #f3efec;}.drac3_quote {text-align: center;font: 16px 'Gentium Book Basic', serif;font-style: italic;color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.8);padding-bottom: 10px;width: 400px;border-bottom: 1px solid #f3efec;text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #304d64;}.drac3_quote1 {padding: 10px;width: 400px;border-top: 1px solid #f3efec;}</style><center><div class="drac3_container"><div class="drac3_container1"><p class="drac3_name">DRACARYS</p><img class="drac3_image" src="https://i.imgur.com/mpddc5O.jpg"><p class="drac3_quote">I have never been nothing. I am the blood of a dragon.</p><p class="drac3_message">
Ice and fire.
She had been molded from the dangerous elements of the world. Creating something beautiful and delicate, but very perilous all together. But she did not know how truly destructible she would become.
From the very beginning, Dracarys has wanted more. Her mind was filled with thoughts of dreams. Dreams where young foals should not be dreaming of such things at her age. But she was the child of a hellhound and dragon. It was strength that filled her bones and conquering the world was her birthright.
<i>Everything could be yours if you wanted it enough</i>, she recalls her hellhound father saying one day. Dracarys knew she was capable of what she currently wanted. She could have more besides the delicate, young body she remains in. She could have more than the power of fire she could summon to provide her protection.
It was not protection she wanted though. Dracarys wanted strength. It was the power of dragons she wanted. Her mother was the persona of what strength looked like to her. Not just being the blood of a dragon, but being an actual dragon (or as close as she could get to one).
Selfish it seemed, but Dracarys did not care to attend to her own dreams. She did not need to answer to anyone to get what she wanted. There was no one she needed to ask for help when she was the princess of Sylva and the blood of power. But there was the mountain—she knew she needed their help.
Making her own way to the Mountain had been easy. She did not need to tell her parents where she was going. A simple lie saying she was off to the Playground suffice enough for them, knowing their child was safe in the hands of the fairies. It might not be the Playground fairies, but it was almost the same to her.
Following from the bottom of the mountain path was no easy way. The rocky path twists and turn around the mountain, leading up to the very top. It is the very top of the mountain where she has heard the fairies reside. Stories of their love and anger fill her head now. Some of the stories about the fairies could have send any foals to avoid the mountain, but she did not fear the power that they wielded. It was their magic she needed.
And she would get it.
It was with determination that carried her up the rocky path to the mountain top. Her breath was heavy, and exhaustion showed in every remaining step she took once reaching the end of the path. But she never took time to rest. There was no resting now since she was determined to be heard.
Dracarys continues until she reaches onto the center of the flat surface of the mountain. She inhales the cold wind—it’s sharp and bitter in her nostrils. It is colder than the autumn winds she knows below the mountain. She takes a moment to settle at the center of the flat ground. Her silver-blue eyes glance around, looking for any signs of life.
“Hello?”
She calls out, hoping one of the fairies would show up at the sound of her voice. The blue filly wasn’t even sure how to do this. Was there some sort of protocol that she had to follow to summon the fairies to hear her out?
“Excuse me, but could I have a little bit of your time?” She asks, eyes narrowing slightly as she glances around the empty mountain. “I wanted to ask for your help.” Asking another for help usually was out of the question for her. She was often stubborn and wished to get things for herself, but this time she couldn’t.
There still doesn’t seem to be a response to her calls. But the young girl does not give up easily. “Well,” she continues on, “I want to be big and strong like my mother. She’s a dragon, and I was hoping maybe I could become a dragon too.” Her silver-blue eyes light up with excitement at the idea of becoming a dragon. “So, do you think you could help me?” Her eyes glance around the rocky surface. There is only silence and the thrashing of the cold winds. “I’d do anything to become stronger and like her,” she offers because she would do anything to be a dragon.</p><p class="drac3_quote1"></p></div></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2920">here</a> | character reference: <a href="">here</a></font></center>
@[Officials] Dracarys is petitioning to exchange her Fire Aura for Ice Dragon Mimicry.
Ice and fire.
She had been molded from the dangerous elements of the world. Creating something beautiful and delicate, but very perilous all together. But she did not know how truly destructible she would become.
From the very beginning, Dracarys has wanted more. Her mind was filled with thoughts of dreams. Dreams where young foals should not be dreaming of such things at her age. But she was the child of a hellhound and dragon. It was strength that filled her bones and conquering the world was her birthright.
<i>Everything could be yours if you wanted it enough</i>, she recalls her hellhound father saying one day. Dracarys knew she was capable of what she currently wanted. She could have more besides the delicate, young body she remains in. She could have more than the power of fire she could summon to provide her protection.
It was not protection she wanted though. Dracarys wanted strength. It was the power of dragons she wanted. Her mother was the persona of what strength looked like to her. Not just being the blood of a dragon, but being an actual dragon (or as close as she could get to one).
Selfish it seemed, but Dracarys did not care to attend to her own dreams. She did not need to answer to anyone to get what she wanted. There was no one she needed to ask for help when she was the princess of Sylva and the blood of power. But there was the mountain—she knew she needed their help.
Making her own way to the Mountain had been easy. She did not need to tell her parents where she was going. A simple lie saying she was off to the Playground suffice enough for them, knowing their child was safe in the hands of the fairies. It might not be the Playground fairies, but it was almost the same to her.
Following from the bottom of the mountain path was no easy way. The rocky path twists and turn around the mountain, leading up to the very top. It is the very top of the mountain where she has heard the fairies reside. Stories of their love and anger fill her head now. Some of the stories about the fairies could have send any foals to avoid the mountain, but she did not fear the power that they wielded. It was their magic she needed.
And she would get it.
It was with determination that carried her up the rocky path to the mountain top. Her breath was heavy, and exhaustion showed in every remaining step she took once reaching the end of the path. But she never took time to rest. There was no resting now since she was determined to be heard.
Dracarys continues until she reaches onto the center of the flat surface of the mountain. She inhales the cold wind—it’s sharp and bitter in her nostrils. It is colder than the autumn winds she knows below the mountain. She takes a moment to settle at the center of the flat ground. Her silver-blue eyes glance around, looking for any signs of life.
“Hello?”
She calls out, hoping one of the fairies would show up at the sound of her voice. The blue filly wasn’t even sure how to do this. Was there some sort of protocol that she had to follow to summon the fairies to hear her out?
“Excuse me, but could I have a little bit of your time?” She asks, eyes narrowing slightly as she glances around the empty mountain. “I wanted to ask for your help.” Asking another for help usually was out of the question for her. She was often stubborn and wished to get things for herself, but this time she couldn’t.
There still doesn’t seem to be a response to her calls. But the young girl does not give up easily. “Well,” she continues on, “I want to be big and strong like my mother. She’s a dragon, and I was hoping maybe I could become a dragon too.” Her silver-blue eyes light up with excitement at the idea of becoming a dragon. “So, do you think you could help me?” Her eyes glance around the rocky surface. There is only silence and the thrashing of the cold winds. “I’d do anything to become stronger and like her,” she offers because she would do anything to be a dragon.</p><p class="drac3_quote1"></p></div></div><font color=black size=2 face=garamond>character info: <a href="http://beqanna.com/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2920">here</a> | character reference: <a href="">here</a></font></center>
@[Officials] Dracarys is petitioning to exchange her Fire Aura for Ice Dragon Mimicry.
![[Image: YJta8td.png]](https://i.imgur.com/YJta8td.png)
Profile | Detailed Bio | Character Reference