Post by Eon on Dec 11, 2016 21:36:15 GMT
(Sorry for the long post :'3 Also this takes place sometime after RP of the nerds)
(I couldn't think of a name for this RP, don't judge me x"D If I can, I'll edit the title later)
With a shiver, the hybrid awoke. Letting out a long yawn, he rolled over, trying to remember some recent events. Sitting upright now, his wings tucked close to his shaking frame as his space-like eyes looked around. Staring up at the sky for a moment, he found the deep red fading into purple quite nice. Part of him wondered what it was like, to be up there. A world of red? Did anyone actually live so far up? Spreading his wings, the young boy began to fly... then immediately landed directly onto his muzzle with a crash.
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention he still couldn't fly yet.
Disappointed, Eon looked back up. Guess finding out who might live in the sky would have to wait another day. The hybrid stood back up, and began to walk rather aimlessly for something to do, or someone to talk to.
Eon is a hybrid of many things, mostly canine and dragon. Feathers cover his white body, with light green and purple markings throughout his small body. His wings are a bit too big at this point, making flying even more uncomfortable. His eyes are beautiful shades of purples and pinks, somewhat resembling space. He has the body of an adolescent, and, supposedly, the mind of one (nope), but he's at best only a few months old. His species grow fast in their younger years, but by the time they reach adulthood, they practically stop aging altogether, making dying of old age basically impossible. Of course, Eon doesn't know this, because last time he saw his family was when he was only a couple days old. At this point, he could already see, hear, and stumble about, because as I said before, they age quickly at the start. Last family he saw were his brothers, who left him in the Second Realm for an unknown reason. But that's besides the point.
The point, you may ask?
Boredom, that's what. Eon was bored out of his little mind, eventually leading him to weakly attempt to fly with those large wings of his. He ended up stumbling about like an idiot with his wings flapping about, soon attracting you, the next creature to respond to this wall of text.
(I couldn't think of a name for this RP, don't judge me x"D If I can, I'll edit the title later)
With a shiver, the hybrid awoke. Letting out a long yawn, he rolled over, trying to remember some recent events. Sitting upright now, his wings tucked close to his shaking frame as his space-like eyes looked around. Staring up at the sky for a moment, he found the deep red fading into purple quite nice. Part of him wondered what it was like, to be up there. A world of red? Did anyone actually live so far up? Spreading his wings, the young boy began to fly... then immediately landed directly onto his muzzle with a crash.
Oh yeah. I forgot to mention he still couldn't fly yet.
Disappointed, Eon looked back up. Guess finding out who might live in the sky would have to wait another day. The hybrid stood back up, and began to walk rather aimlessly for something to do, or someone to talk to.
Eon is a hybrid of many things, mostly canine and dragon. Feathers cover his white body, with light green and purple markings throughout his small body. His wings are a bit too big at this point, making flying even more uncomfortable. His eyes are beautiful shades of purples and pinks, somewhat resembling space. He has the body of an adolescent, and, supposedly, the mind of one (nope), but he's at best only a few months old. His species grow fast in their younger years, but by the time they reach adulthood, they practically stop aging altogether, making dying of old age basically impossible. Of course, Eon doesn't know this, because last time he saw his family was when he was only a couple days old. At this point, he could already see, hear, and stumble about, because as I said before, they age quickly at the start. Last family he saw were his brothers, who left him in the Second Realm for an unknown reason. But that's besides the point.
The point, you may ask?
Boredom, that's what. Eon was bored out of his little mind, eventually leading him to weakly attempt to fly with those large wings of his. He ended up stumbling about like an idiot with his wings flapping about, soon attracting you, the next creature to respond to this wall of text.