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Final Death of the Moon

White, big mean dragon.

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a character in “Dragon Riders”, as played by tornadofan2

Description

Dragons:
Name:
Final Death of the Moon (Death for short)
Gender:
Death is a female dragon.
Element: (light, dark, fire, water, electricity)
Dark.
Personality:
Death is a mean dragin, having evil, twisted thoughts and plans. She never tells anyone about her plans though, keeping that quiet. She will always have these evil twisted thoughts, but it will be slightly better whenever she gets to relax and be a bit more good. But, when that happens, a long time will have go by because Death isn't a dragon to easen up quik.

Death is loyal, keeping by her master's side and never leaving unless orderd. She follows the orders without saying something about it, or giving comments on it. She will serve her master for how long it will take. She is ready to die for her master, not wanting her master to die. She always keeps close to her master and always looks out for dangers so her master will be safe.

Death is mostly grumpy. She can be lazy and sleep, even if you order her something but she can be active to, guarding her master intencely to make sure her master is safe. She can decide quik what to do and has quite good skills.
History: (doesn't have to be too long, but more than a few sentences)
Death was born, not by her master but when her master was close. She hatched from her egg and than followed the master from a distance, never telling she has the master's dragon. She kept everything quiet. never showing herself and training herself. Than she heard the king was gathering the dragon riders and so revealed herself after training to be ready for battle.
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So begins...

Final Death of the Moon's Story

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Songrose paused after a while, a strange feeling going down her back. Something wasn't right...or maybe it was just her? She glanced around to either side, fear rising. She had already spent all night outside without anything happening...what was the chance of getting through the entire night and morning without something serious happening? Especially after finding out she was supposed to be a rider. She turned and froze, finding a dragon there. She hesitantly took a frightened step back, but stopped before backing up any further. She was supposed to be a rider...did this dragon have a rider already? Or was there a different reason it was there?

After a moment of thought, she sat down, legs barely able to cary her anymore after walking for so long, and then recieving such a shock. She shook her head. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled, feeling almost as ridiculous as if she were talking to some random stranger she didn't know, but still she pushed herself to say more. "It's been a long day...and a long night...king's looking for riders, and....I'm sure you don't much care, do you?"

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Songrose froze as the dragon sniffed her. She tilted her head to one side as the dragon asked her if she was her rider. She bit her lip, debating, then looked back at her. "I suppose, if you want me to be your rider. I wouldn't want to force myself onto you as a rider..." Still, her voice was quiet, and a little shaky from her fear. "I would like to be you rider, though, if you don't mind. The king's looking for riders, anyway." Hesitantly, she reached out, hoping to jutst touch her nose, to see what it felt like.

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Songrose sighed to herself, relieved. She felt the scales for a moment before standing up. She walked around to her side, keeping a hand on her side to reassure herself. "I'm Songrose...bur you can call me Song or Rose." She figured she would have to get used to being around the dragon, anyway. She climbed up onto her back with some difficulty; she had always been a little clumsy. "What can I call you, then?" She settled herself onto her back, and looked around. Just another view she would have to get used to.

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Songrose stiffened, but didn't argue against the dragon standing up, or walking off. She nodded in response to the dragin's brief introduction. Death seemed an odd name to her, but she wasn't about to argue with someone fully capable of injuring her. "I see...but how will it come? Will I have to get one, or make it?"

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Songrose hesitated, looking over the wings. "I'll figure out how to make one...if we need to. I mean...do we really need one?" She was from a relatively poor family, and trying to afford even the materials to make one would be hard. She thought back to flying. "...Umm...maybe low flying for now...until I'm used to it...are you used to carrying more than just your own weight?"

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Songrose lowered herself closer to Death's back, eyes shut tight before forcing them open. She was a rider, she reminded herself. She had to get used to this. She only sat up a little bit, looking around. "This...this is amazing..." She sat up straight, holding on tight to the dragon. "This is a great view..." With a shock, she registered her own little house. She bit her lip. "I haven't been home all night...and haven't eaten either...my parents will worry..." she mumbled to herself. But maybe they would need to get used to it, if she was going to be a rider. "Do you know where I might find food out here?"

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Songrose looked over the dragon. How had Death known which house was hers? She wasn't complaining. She slid off Death's back, nearly falling and catching herself on Death's side instead. "Alright...but I need to practice flying afterwards. Please...don't go too far...so I can prove I'm not lying to my parents...please?" she asked before heading into the house, running into her older brother, who had come to answer the door.

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Songrose looked over her brother face before shutting the door. "There, you've seen what kept me out overnight." She had to lie; her parents would never believe she had walked all night on her own and still hadn't been eaten...and they wouldn't appreciate the fact that she had disobeyed them. She found them easily enough, worried and debating with each other where to look next. apparently they had already tried searching for her. She explained that a guard had taken her in because of the dragon mark on her back, and that she had met the dragon afterwards, who had accepted her as her rider. They both glanced at the white dragon outside their house, and decided that they had to believe it, no matter how strange it sounded.

They fed her a good-sized mealdespite the fact that she didn't eat much and kept insisting she was full. So, when she had finished, she took what was left and went back outside. It looked like the dragon was asleep, but still she placed the plate of food that was left over in front of her dragon. She looked at the dragon, seeing whetehr or not she really was asleep. "...Are you up? I brought some food...in case you were hungry...I don't know...if you've hunted today yet...or not...but..."

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"O fourse; they looked out and saw you; how could they not believe me after that? ...But I couldn't tell them you didn't find me until this morning. I'd be in trouble for going out so deep in the forest on my own," Songrose admitted, somewhat aplogetic, but lowering her voice at the end, so her parents wouldn't hear. She looked up at the sky, then back to Death. "Do you know what I'm supposed to be doing as a rider?The king didn't explain anything other than he wanted an army of riders and dragons..."

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Songrose stiffened, then glanced at her parents as they went back inside the house, no doubt discussing what had happened on their own. "You followed me...but why not show yourself before now? My visit with the king might not have been so confusing...and we would have known each other much better sooner." Already she felt closer to Death, although that might have been because she knew she was supposed to be a rider, and because she had already flown on Death's back, without letting her fall.

She followed Death's gaze back to the house. "...It isn't much...but if you'd like to stay in the area...unless you already have a home of your own, of course."

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Songrose nodded, then glanced over Death again. Wasn't sure of the right time...when did there ever seem to be a right time for anything? That morning had pretty much just been an accident. She eyes the wings again. "...You aren't too tired...to try again...are you? I need to get the hang of this...so I don't fall off..." She looked back at the forest, then to the ground. Again, she was reminded that she had yet to talk much with the other riders; that would help them work better together, if the king was to turn them into an army. ...But that could wait; she needed to work on cooperating with her dragon.

"Maybe I should learn something...if the king wants an army...I should be able to fight...right?" she asked, looking to Death again, trying to reassure herself.

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Songrose grinned. "Yeah...you're right." She looked back at the trees, debating, then back to Death. "Flying. And, maybe while we're at it...would you mind a bit more...talking? I just...don't know much about dragons...and want to learn...more about them...we can do that and fly at the same time...can't we?"

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Songrose limbed onto her back, still clumsy in the process. 'Just something else I need to work on,' she thought, shaking her head as she settled herself on Death's back. She looked over the sales in front of her, then nodded. "I'm ready for you to take off...so...whenever you're ready, I guess..." She paused and, after they were in the air looked down at the back of Death's head. "So...how much of the rumors are true? Can you actually breathe fire, like legends say?"

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Songrose nodded, then looked up at the sky. Were the other riders with their dragons? And were they closer to their dragons than she was with Death? She shrugged off the thought; it didn't matter until she had to work alongside with them. "So you can't just yet...but you still can; that's pretty cool. ...Umm...obviously you can fly, so that's true...but I've heard they stay near their dens guarding treasure and didn't like humans much...?" She looked back to Death's back, looking over the scales again. She would have to get used to them, si maybe it was best if she learned to recognize them.

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Songrose tilted her head to one side, then looked over the hole Death had landed in front of. "You used to be? ...Then what changed? What...possessed you...to accept me as a rider, if you used to be like that? ...And...what is this...place?" She changed what she was about to say, so that instead she asked about the place instead of the hole, trying not to make her new companion upset. She chose to stay on the dragon's back until she told her to get off; in case they needed to take off in a hurry.

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Songrose looked over the shell that Death handed her. So...the dragon had chosen her long before she knew she was supposed to be a rider. She took another glance at the hole. So it wasn't exactly a hole...but a dragon nest, or was, at some point. "So...it's also true that humans hunted dragons...or at least, that some did...that's terrible..." How could anyone go hunting for a dragon? Especially when some were so willing to allow a rider! "...But you're so big now...I had to have been really little when you hatched...even if dragons grow fast..." The shell didn't seem like it would hold anything close to Death's current size. She decided she'd keep that piece of shell; maybe she'd learn something from it, and it would always be a reminder that Death had chosen her as a rider. "...I'm glad I was the exception...and am very glad to have you as my dragon, Death."

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Songrose smiled and patted the nose that touched her hand. "I see; then you grow much faster than humans do. Probably for the best. I think; otherwise it would take far too many years for you to get to this size." She looked up at the sky again, then to Death's face. "I have another question for you, though; I know dragons can fly, breathe fire, and, from what I can see, you'd be much stronger than any human. Is there anything else a dragon can do; something most people wouldn't know about, unless they were a rider themselves?"

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"...When we're truly one?" Songrose asked, confused. She thought for a moment before nodding, coming to her own conclusion, and mentally answering her own question. When they were of the same mind, she figured; obviously not physically one being. She chided herself mentally for thinking that at first. "That would be amazing...to be able to see what you can see...to see from your point of view..."

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Songrose set the shell aside as Death dug her claw in the hole again, watching curiously. She held in her gasp as she pulled out the beautiful sword. As a peasant, she would never have been able to afford something like that at all...not that she would ever have had much of a chance to learn it even if she could have, knowing her parents. Everything seemed to be changing already...and for the better, it seemed. She took the sword carefully, making sure not to cut herself as she did, and not to drop it and accidentally cut Death, if it could pierce her scales, anyway. She traced the dragon that was etched into the blade. "It's beautiful..." She weighed it on one hand, pointing the blade away from her. "...I like the feel of this, too...I think I could learn to use this...thank you, Death."

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Songrose paused, then nodded. "I understand. ...But I don't want you to die, either; aside from my family, you're the only one I've been able to talk to so far. Maybe I'll be able to talk with the other riders...but I haven't even had a chance to speak with them yet, you know?" She laid the sword carefully across her lap, then reached a hand down to pet her scales. "How about we take care of each other, then? We'll watch each other's backs; isn't that how it's supposed to be, anyway?" she asked, grinning cheerfully at Death. Death had said she'd protect her...but she'd do her best to watch out for her, too. Just like the idea of being a rider had stuck inside her head, the idea of staying with, and watching out for, Death had gotten stuck; to have someone, even if it is a dragon, to be there for her, watch out for her, and someone she could talk to.

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Songrose nodded her agreement, although she wasn't entirely sure that it was better for her to die than if she herself died. But there was perhaps a small point there; if she died, they both died, but if Death died, only she died. That hardly seemed fair to her, but that was the way things were. She looked back up to the sky. "...How high have you flown? I'm curious...as to what the clouds feel like...and what our home looks like from up there..." She was still scared to try, but she was never going to overcome that fear by riding the treetops, as they had done. Besides, it couldn't be all that bad.

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Songrose was startled by the sudden height, but didn't complain. It was her suggestion, after all. But still, her eyes were squeezed shut. After a moment or so, she forced her eyes open and looked around, not looking down just yet. They hadn't quite hit the clouds...she could see them, much closer than hse had seen them before. She held her breath a moment, then looked down. She didn't even try to stifle her gasp this time. She couldn't even make out the individual houses from here; at least, not the smaller ones, like hers. But the larger ones, and especially the castle, were visible still. "...You must love flying...this is an amazing view..."

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Songrose squinted to where she had pointed, and barely made out the small dot as she flew lower. "Your eyesight must be better than mine; probably something else dragons can do..." she mused, marking her home, then looking out over the forest. "And you must know the area better than I do..." She glanced back at the castle, then to Death's head. "You'd think, if the king wanted an army, he'd have told us to be training as a group, like his other soldiers do, so we could all get used to each other, and not just to our own dragons and a select few others..." She thought about it for a bit, then shrugged. It had never been her place to argue with the king's orders. "Perhaps it's best to land...before my legs become used to this that they cannot carry my own weight. Maybe a clearing in the forest...I'll need to learn to properly use this sword..."

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Songrose slid off her back, accidentally dropping to sword to keep herself from falling. She picked it up, then glanced around the clearing. "Something is wrong...evil force...the last...dragon riders...?" She paused, then turned back to Death. "The last dragon riders? You mean there aren't many of us? And something's happened to the ones that are experienced?" That they would have no help but their commands, what help the dragons could offer, and what they already knew and could learn? That they probably needed a lot of work before they could be called a proper army? She sighed, shaking her head, then lifting the sword and experimentally slashing at the air, after turning away from Death, so she wouldn't accidentally scratch her. "All the more reason we should be training as a group...and working to be able to coordinate with the others." Of course, that didn't mean she was willing to try. She could rely on her dragon, she was sure...but she hadn't even met these other riders. How could she be sure she could trust them? "I suppose, until we are ordered to train with the others, or have to work with them, it can wait."

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Songrose watched the way the dragon moved her arms, and when she let go tried out those movements herself. She was never going to learn if she couldn't get the hang of the movements herself. She practiced, hesitantly and warily at first, but gaining in confidence after a while. It wasn't until her arms were sore that she realized what time it was; that it was already midday. She carefully set the sword down, then sat next to it, glancing around herself, then back to Death. "...Do you think I'll be a good enough rider for the king's army? I've never done anything anywhere near this important before...and I don't quite think I'm ready for something like this..."

She paused, realizing what she said, and shook her head. "I don't mean meeting you, Death; I just mean being told that I'm to be in an army with people I don't know...without any proper training with experienced riders, or even experienced warriors."