The legend of the white dragon.

No one believes that this is true or that this color of a dragon exists..

Sierra makes her way through some bushes and trees and arrives at a lake. Dipping her head down Sierra gently lets her salmon colored ribbon like tongue to lap at the crystal clear water. The area was all strangely foggy and the air was clouded with an eerie light dark fog or mist.


(sorry its sooo dreadfully short. this is a medieval roleplay.)

so... what is the sign up form, 'cause mideval roleplays are my thing! ^ ^
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what do you mean by the sign-up thing?

ya know, where you put character info n stuffs? am I totally embarrassing myself here?

oh xD you can just join. theres no character sign up thing for this.

a-okay! this sounds fun!
so, since there's no specific criteria, here's a basic overview of what my character's like:
name: Kirakka
gender: female
personality: warm and sunny, but has a dark side.
appearance: deep yellow, like dandelions
some history: says she came from the south, where everything is green and colorful, but her fellow flower dragons cast her out, because her mom was not a flower dragon, but a changeling. she now travels the globe in search of the famed White Dragon.

YAY! can't wait to start RPing!

kk c;
Sierra is young but wise

((kk! first rp so bear with me!))

kirakka walked along the game trail, hoping to catch her next meal. she spotted some quail and, in a flash, caught three.

alright)

Sierra yawns and rests her head down on the ground.

sniffing, kirakka smells a new dragon within the area. to her... left!

Sierra yawns and stands up and stretches.

walking out of the bushes, kirakka spots a flicker of motion along the lake bed. she bounds toward it.
"hello, friend!" she calls out.