MAGICAL CREATURES RP!!!!

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MAGICAL CREATURES RP!!!!

MAGICAL CREATURES RP!!!!

Okay! The problem for this RP is that you're completely harmless magical creatures, but there are people-- slayers, we call them-- who are out to kill us!

There are three options that you can be: a magical creature, a slayer, or a magical creatures rights protector.

Magical Creature: You can be good or evil. Any magical creature you want. We can have powers, but only a bit outside of average. You do speak Human.

Slayer: Pretty straightforward. You're just hunting the magical creatures. That's it. 

Magical Creatures Rights Protector: Basically, someone that isn't a magical creature that wants to protect their rights. This means anyone, including steriotypical princesses, knights, royalty in general, normal peasants, even other animals!

Okay!

Name: Raylona

Group: Magical creature

Race: Griffin 

Age: young tweens

Appearance: Griffin style-- eagle head and wings, lion body. Slightly smaller than average. Grey eyes.

Personality: hm. Defensive, straightforward, but patient. A little bit of a temper, a little-higher-than-average smart.

Any special power: Her size gives her more speed and more stealth.

 

 

submitted by St.Owl, age 10
(February 25, 2015 - 7:40 pm)

Raylona~

I am glad that Laura has escaped, but even so I leave the others to go look for her. Who knows? She might be injured and trapped.

I finally see her-- and I see her doing something that gives me a little stir in my heart.

She's become a riding dragon.

Is this a good or a bad thing? I feel it should be good. She is bonding with a human; such trust is grand. But still.... 

She chose it, I tell myself. She chose to be a riding dragon.

I land in a tree to look closer at her rider.

((new chapter or somethin')

I almost topple off the tree. Those eyes! They are the eyes of the slayer who tried to kill me.

But then I see something else. Her hair. It's a MCRP feature.

What is she? I think, leaning forwards. Who is she? What is she? Can she be trusted?

My thoughts are interrupted when the branch breaks.

________

Side note: this would be a great way to end, so I'm not going to add anything more, but she falls and her wing gets caught on a branch.

submitted by St.Owl, age recarnated, Everywhere
(March 13, 2015 - 4:17 pm)

Ignore my old cherrie I'll make a slayer. 

Name: Lilian Bryars

group: Salyer

Race: Human

Age: 16

Appearance: short blond with pink highlights hair, green eyes, naturally smiling mouth

personality: dramatic, smart

 

submitted by Young Writer
(March 13, 2015 - 6:40 pm)

You can make two, YW.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(March 14, 2015 - 7:38 am)

Toooooopppppppp!!!!!!!!!

submitted by Topperson, age Topteen, Landoftopsopolis
(March 15, 2015 - 12:42 pm)

~Astriika~

The green dragon, Laura, who I'm bonded to (BONDED- and I had only thought that had happened in legends the Farming Clan, Thuji, told, as they ground their wheat) leaps into the air, her huge wings flapping powerfully. I can feel the muscles on her back stretching and pulsing under me. 

After flying for about a half-hour, she swoops downward, landing easily in the very front of a large cave. I slip of her back, thanking her, and glance around the cave. "So where's the rider who knows stuff about swords?" I ask. 

Just then,  a dark red, maroon really, dragon stepps out of the shadows. Beside him is a tall, wiry man with hair like mine and blue eyes. "Hello, Laura . . I see you have a rider. You want me to train her, correct?"

Laura nodds. "Come here, whatever-your-name-is," he orders. I step forward, saying, "I'm Astriika." He tosses me a sword. I catch it by the hilt and grasp it tightly. He unsheathes his sword and comes at me, instructing as he slashes. I slash back at him, under his defence, and knock his armor. He stares at me. "Where did you learn?"

submitted by Indigo
(March 25, 2015 - 9:17 am)

I step backwards in surprise. I shoot her a mental message: stay silent about you heritage. She agrees.

" Maybe..... I don't know," she lies. The sword she grasps turns into Emerald and the scabbard appears at her waist. 

"The sword seems to like you." The Marroon Dragon smiles. 

"How can a sword like me? It's not even a living thing!"

submitted by Laura/Maple
(April 18, 2015 - 5:39 pm)