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Kokuryuu Flameshifter

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About Kokuryuu Flameshifter

  • Birthday 07/02/1988

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    Dmoose88 or Ryuu Majere
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    Kokuryuu@hotmail.com
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    http://Http://jaganshihiei.freeservers.com
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    ryuu_majere8

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    Lut Dracones, Krynn
  • Interests
    I love anime and all sorts of fantasy. Lord of the Rings and DRAGONLANCE in particular. Er... Especially DRAGONLANCE..... I love dragons and all creatures "normal" people would deem unreal or make-beleive. I like to write fanfics and draw and I read ALL the time!

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  1. Thank'ye all.... I'm like an alien here now.... *twilight zone music* haha. Um... Yeah... Thanks. :dragon4:
  2. Hmmmm. I'm not even sure how to do mine... Ko-koo-rye-oo... There, I guess. Flame-shifter... Not hard. Stick with Ryuu. (RYE-OO) I could have y'all call me Pixy... Which is PECKS-EE. MWuhahahahahahahaa~ -Ryuu :dragon4:
  3. I'd tell ya... but its not showing up. -:dragon4:
  4. I've always wanted to see that, I've no way to get my hands on it though... Oh well. I don't know if this was mentioned or not, but has anyone else seen Spirited Away? Or Princess Mononoke? :dragon4:
  5. .....Friendship is a quality length of rope... no matter how taught to stretch it, it should always hold together....
  6. OOC: So sorry this took so very long to write and post, but one must understand that I’ve been very busy and not in any mood to be writing. Thanks for waiting—I know some of you were afraid that I’d let this one die as the JL ones did…. Nope, NOT ME! I hopped from the mages shoulder. Glancing back at the two humans, I rolled my now squirrel eyes and flitted over to the cavern walls to find the entrance. I pawed my way up the walls as far as I could stand, but I found nothing. The whole cave was solid again and it felt as if I’d circled it at least twelve times and found no inkling to where I might tumble through! The two humans were deep in conversation and I found myself not listening to anything they said, whether it was aimed to me or not. I wanted to be alone, away from the world troubles. Someone asked if I’d found anything. “Does it look like I’ve found anything?” I retorted angrily, twitching my tail with indignation. I don’t know who asked, I wasn’t looking and I didn’t particularly care. They backed off. I sniffed another wall. This one was covered in the scent of syrakk blood and sent me reeling backwards. Shifting into a hyena for a better scent-sifting nose, I stood on my hind legs and sniffed as high as I could. There’s my blood, and the syrakk’s; it must have been here. I growled to gain the mortal’s attention and proceeding to probe the wall with my snout. I fell against it once here; I must have been cringing from the syrakk screeches. And here I—a familiar falling feeling accompanied a yell from my two companions. I’d tumbled back into the little hallway leading to the laboratory. I stood and shook myself and whined as my companions stumbled through as well. I wasted no time in trotting through the dimly lit passageway to where the mage worked his magic. A groan—One of them must have hit their head just as I had. I snickered and sniffed the door. My mouse scent was still on it. I pawed at it and noticed the other two came crouching over, weapons readied. I nipped at the door and I heard a moaning from inside. That was probably Inrah. I growled and launched myself at the door—well no one else was, so why not? Hackles raised, bone-crunching teeth bared, head lowered, I burst into the room. Everything was as it had been before. The only thing missing was Skraelan. Distarius and Jareena burst in after me, weaponry leading. I leapt over to Inrah to see if my impressive body would jolt him out of his concentration. He didn’t even flinch. His whole thought and will were so bent on controlling his syrakk that any bodily harm would go unnoticed. The black sparkles in the smoke must have been his creations… They surged this way and that, some glittering and massing into some other dotted form. They were on the attack! We had to put a stop to this! I Bit with all my might into his leg, but what I found there was like steal, it was as if the mad was made of some unbreakable alloy and I’d just tried to clip away at it with some cheap bone pick! My jaws were jolted off with a shock of lighting that made my body convulse and my fur stand on end. Electricity danced along my body and made me twitch after being flung into a wall. Fool… I should have known he’d shield himself… What kind of dragon am I? I lie there a moment, eye fixed and staring only long enough to behold a change in the man…. Then darkness assailed me… I actually DO have more coming like right after this....so....if you would please just wait a while longer...
  7. I'm going to post next week when I have nothing to do...... I have spring break then and I sant have much to do, but type. -Ryuu
  8. OK, I'm caught up in reading---Yes, Ryuu is back! Now I just nbeed time to write a post. J'f, I believ you have to answer my e-mails first. -Ryuu :dragon4:
  9. AHHHHHHH! NO TIME TO READ! I AM BEHIND LIKE 3 POSTS!!!! AHHH!!! I'm so sorry! This is very annoying, but I really don't have time! SOOORRRRRYYYY!!!!!!!!!!~~~
  10. I liked the poem though! It was very very very nice! Apparently, I've inspired you to become a poet! Haha. I've rubbed off. Anyhow, I truly liked that poem. -Ryuu :dragon4:
  11. Half Breed.... Very nicel, Tas. Thank you! -Ryuu :dragon4:
  12. Who said it was an animal? -Ryuu :dragon4:
  13. Like I said, I have no name for this, can anyone help me with naming it??? He stays in a void of black space and time The remnants of a half-life are scattered in his memory He is the evokation of good and evil His mind is in constant tortured turmoil The cries of all the living make up his voice The light and dark of this world are swirled into his eyes Dross armor and shining platemail adorn his wasted form Bedraggled locks hit his shoulders and back In his hands is clutched a banner of night and day He walks in a consant blood war Death is his alias, life is his aliby The spirits of mortals crown his head Eternitiy shines in his orblike eyes He is nothing more than a rag-doll puppet He is the epitemy of doom To gaze into those eyes it to see eternity To touch such skin is to be burned by acid and fire To see him is to see your own death He is hell's angel... He is Heaven's demon... -Ryuu :dragon4:
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