Young Writers Society

Tyr stretched. "I'm glad your dragons better, Lyin. She had a hard fall last time."
"Yeah, she's ready to try again." Lyin answered.
Jackle noticed something. "Why do you have a ram's head on your shirt, Tyr?" Tyr glanced at his shirt, and grinned. "In the grove, the others call Fryten 'Red Ram', for his horns. We sort of... adopted it."

Speaking of which, my dragon is waiting for me. "I have to go see what trouble he's found. I shall see you all later." Tyr nodded to the group, and ran outside. Not seeing Fryten anywhere, Tyr sighed. Raising a horn to his lips, he called Fryten.

Fryten rose from behind the stables, flapping his wings hard, buffeting Tyr with a blast of air. "Come down here, you arrogant fool!" Tyr grinned.
Fryten landed gracefully next to Tyr. "Ready to come hunting now?"
"You do know there's a buffet later, right?"
"Pfft. The food will be terrible. Are you coming, or do I go hunting by myself?"
Tyr laughed, and vaulted onto his favorite spot, just behind Fryten's head, astride his powerful neck. Effortlessly, Fryten launched off into the blue sky.

Eko came back walking a little strange. He was still shaking the ground with his weight. He sat down next to Jackle and opened his claws to reveal a massive slab of meat.
"You want some?" Eko asked Jackle.
"No. You know I can't eat raw meat. It'll make me sick." Jackle declined and crossed his arms.
"Fine. Your loss." Eko replied as he ate it whole. He then picked his teeth with his claw. Lyin turned to Jackle.
"Are you ready this year?"
"Yes we are. We would be better if Eko would learn to be on a diet." Jackle said. Eko stuck his tongue out at Jackle.

*hope its not too late to join!*

Name:Crysiana
Nickname: Crys
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Is normal height and is muscular.
Personality: Sarcastic and Impatient. Keeps to herself most of the time (besides Palin). Is kinda competitive.


Name: Palin
Age: 689
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
Appearance: A pitch black dragon with silver markings on his face and back. Has black wings with white tips. Has Blue eyes.
Personality: Is a bit more patient than Crysiana, but just as sarcastic. Also keeps to himself (other than Crysiana). Is pretty competitive.

Fryten swooped down on the buck, quickly snapping it's back. Tyr was clinging to him, easily keeping his seat. They weren't a pair, not anymore, they were one, hunting together.

Once the buck had thrown his last death throes, however, Tyr's mind started to wonder. Fryten is strong, no doubt about that. But does he have the experience to challenge the older dragons?"
Fryten sensed the tension in Tyr's body, and lifted his head, slick with blood, blending into his crimson scales. "What is wrong? It has been a while since you stopped getting quesy watching me eat."
"oh, nothing. Just thinking about the contest."
Fryten laughed. "You know I'm strong, even for a dragon."
Fryten looked back at the powerful shoulders, and stocky body. "Yeah, but at what cost?"
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't got the most graceful or maneovrable body."
"It serves."
"Yeah, I know. It's all brute strength with you, isn't it."
"Is there anything else to be?"
Tyr laughed, and scratched Fryten's scales around his curling horns. "Come, we should be getting back."

Crysisna flew Palin high over the arena, the dragons looking like tiny ants.

"Hows about a dramatic entrance?" she asked him. He gave a slight chuckle and dove towards the arena, gaining speed every second.

People near the barns looked up, as did dragons. Crysiana and Palin were a mere black streak in the sky.

Crysiana counted off the seconds. "One...two...three...Break!"

On her command, Palin spread his wings and flapped them once, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Crysiana jumped nimbly off Palin's back and led him out towards his favorite sunbathing spot, behind the barn. A few younger barn boys followed after her, wanting to know how she did that. She ignored them.

Crysiana patted Palin's black scales. "Good job. Just as we planned."

Palin gave a low rumble of a laugh. He nuzzled her snomach with his broad snout and curled up beneath the suns warm glares.

Crysiana walked off to get them registered.

"Did you see that?" Called back Fryten.
"How could I not? It was brilliant!"
"You make me land softly!"
"Because we don't want to break the field."
"Anyway, That's not what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
"He took my sunbatheing spot!"
"Fryten, sometimes I wonder about your priorities."
"Better then yours, two-legger."
"Be nice."
Fryten laughed and landed gracefully.

Lyin struggled to hide a chuckle, though he was her competition, Jackle still found ways to crack her hard shell. Hyte saw her and laughed.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to just hate him, he's too nice for that."

Lyin turned to her dragon, "I thought you were going to your quarters?"

"I just wanted to see how you went."

Lyin turned back to Jackle and saw him smiling at her. She quickly regained her composure and went back to Hyte.

"Come on, let's go."

She walked briskly in front of Hyte, but she could still hear a small chuckle coming from behind.

Tyr clung to Fyten's back. "Hey! Calm down!"
Fryten growled. "But I was there first!"
"For a whole five minutes."
Fryten stopped his thundering gallop, and settled down. "I suppose you're right."
"For a dragon, you're pretty impulsive."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Never, my friend."
Fryten turned and walked back around to the front of the stables. "I suppose I should go sleep, now."
"Yes, you should."
"But..."
"Go sleep! Dragons are supposed to be wise!"

Crysiana walked confidently towards the registration tent, located near the fighting arena. She ignored the greetings and comments about their entrance. She really didn't care. Her and Palin were a team, and the only team they would have. Anyone else was just more competition.

Crysiana entered the tent and signed the slip of paper. She put it in the small metal box and nodded to the man sitting behind the desk.

"Back again this year?" he asked.

"Yeah." Crysiana said, and walked out. She needed to find something to eat. Last time she had a decent meal was when she and Palin had caught the small buck, almost two days ago. The lands around the arena wern't very full of game.

Crysiana turned her steps towards the arena mess hall.

I'm joining chris

Name: Dane
Race: Human
Age: 19
Gender: male
Aperence: Thick black hair in a mulit style. Grey training uniform with a symbol on the back[link wont work]
Personality: Not to social and spacy. Is usually found staring at the sky. still, he's not anti social.

Name: Yuri
Race: Dragon
Age: 253
Gender: male
Looks: Dark blue scales with the same symbol as Dane's on his forehead. Redish eyes.

play me in y'all, i'll be gone for a bit.

Jackle walked over to Eko who seemed to be enjoying himself with eating.
"As always, you can be found eating." Jackle said with a smile. He had a rag in is hands and was trying to polish Eko. He hadn't had a bath in a week and he was starting to smell. Eko noticed that Jackle was distant in his thoughts.
"What's wrong, Jackle?" Eko asked.
Hmmm? Oh..it's nothing. Nothing at all." Jackle replied.
"It's Lyin, isn't it?" Eko asked again. Jackle dropped the rag.
"No. No it isn't. Stop asking things like that." Jackle was getting edgy again. He started to clean Eko when he heard a slick voice.
"You entered the competition with that piece of garbage?" Jackle turned to see a young man followed by a bunch of girls. The man got smug with himself.
"You'll be knocked out of the first round with it." the man said.
"Really? Then how come I made it to the Semi-Finals last year?" Jackle retorted.
"If you get paired against me in the first round, you're going down. I'm going to grind you and your lump of a dragon in the dirt." the man smirked. The girls laughed with him. At that, Eko was on his feet and snorted a thin flame from his nose and caught the man's hair on fire.

(Um, who's the guy?)

Heylo people. Chris said that we need a referee for this storybook so I said I would be it so now I am.

Name: Hok (pronounced hawk)
Race: Human
Age: 15 almost 16
Gender: Female
Looks:
Personality: Insanely loose. Cracks jokes all the time, even in serious situations. Can be serious when called for. Has a hot temper. She and Chiino won last years Championship so they get to judge this years.


Name: Chiino (chee-no)
Race: A flying Eastern Dragon
Age: 223
Gender: Male
Looks:

Personality: Likes to trick. Is very young compared to other dragons and may seem childish and inexperienced. Throws his Dragon Champion title around a lot and gets in trouble because of it.

Hok sat atop the base of Chiinos head. She surveyed the training grounds below. she loved it here, Chiino, however, did not.

"Must we just sit here all day? I'm getting bored." Chiino swatted at the group of seagulls accumulating around them with his black claws.

Hok smiled, ever since Chiino had won the Championship with her he was always complaining. She quickly voiced her opinion, "Stop complaining Chiino, you sound like a spoiled princess."

Chiino attempted to look back at her, "Don't you mean prince?"

Hok put a finger to her lips and looked up, "No. I do believe I mean princess."

Chiinos chest rumbled deeply as he growled at her. Hok swiveled her head as she spotted a burst of light on the ground below. A contestants partner lazily lit an other contestants hair on fire. Hok chuckled and asked Chiino to check it out. He nodded and spiraled downward, causing Hok to lay back along his neck and hold on to his horns.

Chiino reached the placed where the boy hit been on fire. Apparently his friends doused him with water and was now soaking wet and looking very grumpy. Chiino wound around a tree above the two that set him on fire. Sinking his claws into the tree Chiino lowered his head so Hok could hop off. Her face lit up as she recognized the lighters companion.

"Jackle!" She ran up and tackle hugged him.

Jackle, being caught totally unawares, fell to the ground with Hok smothering him.

"Hewy Hak." He said from under her. She grabbed her shoulders, lifted her and set her on the ground next to him. Hok stood and offered a hand. Jackle took it and stood, brushing off his pants.

Hok giggled, "Sorry, it's just that I haven't seen you in forever." She grinned up at Chiino whos eyes smiled.

"So hows Champion life suit you two?"

Chiino snaked his head towards them, "Very good." He chuckled at a joke.