The Solarflare Skrill- Bonfire Original Species, Request Page
The Solarflare Skrill is a Stoker Class dragon who holds many similarities with its storm-loving cousin, like the ability to contain and release massive amounts of energy in short, but extremely powerful bursts.
Bulky in appearance, its two large wings aren’t built very well for flight, instead thick with a soft, spongy flesh to help contain the energy in the wings. Its legs are quite developed due to its preference of staying on the ground, and are rather agile. Able to walk long distances, they are possibly a migratory species.
Its wings are largely covered in black spots for sunlight absorption, and each has a visible glowing vein connecting each one to the other and channelling towards the throat. This can act as a visible metre to how much charge they have left, for the more charge is collected in the dragon, the brighter they will glow. However they can lose charge overtime, so a Solarflare kept away from sunlight for too long will not only leave it defenceless, but can also make it ill.
Psychology and Mannerisms
Vain and prideful, they spend just as much time sunbathing as they do pruning and cleaning themselves. A sure-fire way to pit out against you is to throw dirt or mud at it, and the greatest gift to it would be a soapy scrub or something shiny for it to see itself in. Probably both.
While Solarflares can be very loving, they’re not particularly loyal. Once you gain their trust, you will have to work to keep it, and if you lose it then there’s no getting it back. If one is living with you, then frequent baths would be best to uphold good relations, and decorating their stable is a fantastic gift.
Their general behaviour could best be compared to a bear. Unless they are really angry, they’re a whole lot of bark and very little bite (or laser). When tamed, they’re quite cuddly on a good day, and sulk on the low days.
Almost like a mix of a bear and a lorikeet, their call is surprisingly quiet for their size. Since the voice box was shrunk to give way to the laser mechanisms, the loudest decibels they can reach is around 75 (ref).
The egg is large, mottled and grey. Made with a bone-like shell, an outer silicone layer adds some extra bounce and shock resistance. The hatch in extreme cold rather than heat, for it makes the shell more brittle and easier to crack. There is also less competition for the young dragon, and they can survive off minerals and nutrients in dirt until the cold passes. Eggs can lay dormant for years at a time, the oldest recorded at 73 years, and hatchlings will eat the silicone layer of the shell to kick-start production of reflective saliva and solar cell formation.
Flame and Saliva
The laser itself is a concentrated, controlled blast of heat and light. Intense enough to burn through most materials, even Gronckle Iron will succumb to it. The duration of a shot a Solarflare can maintain depends on the age- hatchlings cannot fire until 3 years of age, juveniles can only fire for a few seconds, and at 19 years of age their top duration will typically peak at 30 seconds. Specially trained or very old individuals may be able to develop longer blasts of up to a full minute, with some ancient Titanwings capable of 3 minute long sustained blasts.
A laser is dangerous to anything, especially the wieldier, so they have developed a special saliva- highly reflective and with a high boiling point, not much of it is water, and is believed to be mostly metal. This gives its mouth a metallic look, and while its exact chemical makeup is unknown, it can be collected from it with care.
- 2 dragons per user, and they can be requested simultaneously
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Pupil (thin or dilated):
Perch: (grass, mountain or sea)
Please wait for the DNR
May I track now, please?
*wracks brain for good story idea for next several days ...*
*still wracking brains!*
But a little closer to a story! Have mostly an idea, just need to find time and "umph" to write it. "Umph" is very important ...
WOW, this is sweet. I remember when you posted about these. Cool to see them finally come to life. I can't come up with any cool color scemes at the moment so i'm just tracking until i do ;)
OMG! It is so cool! Here is my form:
Main: (hope it's ok)
Wing underside: Lavender
Solar veins: Neon pink
Vein luminosity/brightness: The most bright... (Idk how to say this in another way :/)
Laser tint: Pink
Saddle?: No, thanks
Story: She borned when the lightning hit the island. And that was the day in which I found her. She was the only dragon there so I decided to adopt her. She was really friendly.
Thanks! She's perfect! I'll try to make a better story soon (I'm not really good at it. It takes me easier to pick the nice words in my language, not in English).
Could you please save me a spot (if you save spots)?
If not, it's ok.
Also, does someone have to request 2 dragons or can they request 1 if they want to?
I don't think you left a space for backstories, so should I just add it at the bottom of the form?
These look really cool, tracking for now!
Tracking! I'm having fun writing a bio for my Spectral Leviathan :3
Name: Rai (is Catharese for Sunlight - star wars lingo)
Main: sky blue
Belly: midnight blue
Back: sapphire blue
Frills: ruby red
Frill Webbing: emerald green
Tail: crystal silver
Eye: topaz yellow
Pupil (thin or dilated): thin please
Wing underside: jade green
Solar Veins: topaz yellow
Vein Luminosity/Brightness: medium bright please
Laser tint: silver
Perch: (grass, mountain or sea) Grass field please
Garenth and I were out on patrol for the scout team at the Dragon's Edge. Hiccup said something about a new dragon sighted around Skrill territory. We were sent to investigate. My Garenth was a Deadly Nadder of course, and my best friend. He'd help me with whatever we ran into. What happened was completely unexpected. I had to duck as Garenth dodged a fire blast that was as hot as the sun! I felt a couple centimeters of hair come off my braid as we flew. "What in Thor's name?!" I swear and look up to see a flash of sky blue against the darkening sky. Garenth pulled up short, roaring a challenge. We must've entered this dragon's territory.
"Come on Garenth, time to dive!" I say and Garenth roars a challenge. He dives, the dragon following. It was incredibly fast. Maybe even as fast as a Night Fury. We could barely stay ahead of it. It forced us down to a nearby island. "I think we managed to lose it bud." I say as we duck into a cave. Garenth rumbled, shaking his spiny head in response as I gave him a reassuring pat. I peeked out in time to see the dragon fly overhead. It was almost as if it was searching for us or something else.
(WIP not ready yet)
Main: Dark gray
Belly: Light gray
Frill Webbing: Green
Pupil (thin or dilated): Thin
Wing underside: Turquoise
Solar Veins: Neon blue
Vein Luminosity/Brightness: Not eye-scorchingly bright, but bright enough
Laser tint: Green
Perch: (grass, mountain or sea) Mountain
Saddle: None, Kaylee doesn’t usually ride him because he doesn’t fly much.
The cold wind blew through Kaylee’s hair and her face, making it hard for her to open her eyes all the way. Her dragon, Windstrike the Triple Stryke, dipped lower in the sky to skim the tops of the trees. She had just finished patrolling, and there was no danger ahead. Even if she did run into any trouble, she had her Gronckle Iron shield to protect her.
Suddenly, Windstrike tensed. His head darted from side to side, scanning the ground below them. Kaylee mirrored his movements. Experience had taught her to trust in the Triple Stryke’s senses.
Kaylee saw heard some rustling coming from a patch of trees. The leaves shook and the branches rattled as something big moved below them.
“Let’s take a closer look.” Kaylee said. Windstrike dove beneath the treeline to fly between the tree trunks.
The shaking seemed to be coming closer. She heard snorting and some odd noises that sounded like birdcall, but a bit deeper.
Suddenly, the noises stopped, Windstrike inhaled sharply, as if alarmed, then he threw back his wings to hover, nostrils flaring.
Large, heavy footsteps started coming their way. Windstrike swung around, trying to locate where it was coming from. Kaylee peered deeper into the trees, looking for any sign of movement.
Without warning, a bright beam of light erupted from the trees, narrowly missing her and Windstrike. The Triple Stryke roared in warning and twisted sideways. A second beam flew towards them. This time Kaylee could feel the heat rising from the blast as Windstrike jerked to the side to dodge it. The Gronckle Iron shield flew out of Kaylee’s grasp as Windstrike tumbled to the ground.
There was a bright flash of dark gray and blue, as if something had ran past. Several more loud thumps echoed away into the forest, and then all was quiet.
“What was that?” Kaylee asked, rubbing her head. She scanned the ground frantically, looking for her lost shield. “That was a gift from my father!” She said. “We have to find it.” Windstrike growled in agreement. He shook his wings, as if frustrated that he’d let himself fall. Kaylee gave him a sympathetic look. She knew how much the Triple Stryke hated to lose.
“In that case, we shouldn't waste any time.” She studied the trees around them, and spotted a bush that looked slightly trampled and several leaves that were scattered, as if something had crashed through it.
“It went that way.” She said, running after it. Windstrike followed behind. “It couldn’t have gone far.”
The two of them passed several more squashed bushes and even a thick branch that was broken in half, giving them some hint of the creature’s size.
A few minutes later, Kaylee and Windstrike came to a large clearing with a few small bushes and a pile of large boulders as tall as Windstrike with a particularly flat one on top. Something was sitting there, hunched and looking down. It looked like a lizard with a flat back. Its long, blueish-gray tail hung over the side of the boulders.
Suddenly, the creature straightened up and spread its wings.
“That’s a dragon.” Kaylee said, astonished. “But not one I’ve seen before. We’ve discovered a new species, Windstrike!”
The dragon had large, black spots on its wings but the truly magnificent part was the veins running through them, a neon blue that looked almost like electricity. Veins seemed to pulse with a power that seemed to be dimming all the other lights in the world. The rest of the dragon was fairly plain; several shades of gray and two small red-and-green frills on its shoulders and the base of its head.
The dragon held its wings up and turned its head from side to side. Its eyes were slitted and purple. The blue veins on its wings seemed to channel to its throat, which Kaylee guessed was how it created the blasts it shot.
“Let’s sneak around and see why it’s looking down.” Kaylee whispered. She and Windstrike quietly walked around to the front of the dragon.
When they were directly in front of it, Kaylee was able to see that it was looking down at something. After a few moments, she realized it was her shield.
The dragon wasn’t doing anything to it, though; just looking at it as if it was the most precious jewel in the world. It looked like it was… preening.
“It must like to look at itself.” She muttered under her breath. “But how are we going to get the shield away? I suppose I could try to train it. Maybe it’ll like all pretty and shiny things.”
Kaylee remembered that her belt buckle was also made of Gronckle Iron. She took off the belt and held it in front of her. It was a round buckle with a wolf head sigil carved onto it. She had polished it earlier today, so she thought that it should satisfy the dragon.
“Stay here.” She whispered to Windstrike as she stepped out into the open.
The dragon snapped its head up and stared at her. Then it switched its gaze to the belt buckle in her hand and blinked.
The dragon slowly crept down the boulders, surprisingly agile on its two legs. It dropped down silently and walked towards her. Kaylee set the belt on the ground and stepped back. The dragon twitched, as if deciding whether it should trust her, then it seemed to come to a decison and ran forward to peer into the shiny belt buckle.
Kaylee seized the chance and ran towards the boulders, climbing up quickly. She swung the shield onto her back and climbed back down.
Just as she was about to dash into the treeline, the dragon looked up. It tilted its head and Kaylee froze.
Suddenly, Windstrike lunged out of the trees and skidded to a stop next to Kaylee, who understood and leaped onto his back. The Triple Stryke kicked off the ground and beat his wings to rise higher before he shot forwards.
Before he got more than ten wingbeats ahead, though, Kaylee heard a shrill call behind them. She glanced back and saw the dragon flapping hard to catch up with them, but its large wings didn’t seem to be built for flight. For every one of Windstrike’s flaps, the dragon had to take four.
“Wait, Windstrike.” Kaylee said. “I don’t think it’s attacking us.” The Triple Stryke turned around and hovered, waiting for the other dragon to catch up.
When it did, Kaylee saw that it was holding her belt between its teeth. The dragon rumbled low in its throat.
“Do you want to come home with us?” Kaylee smiled slightly. “There are nice sunning spots where where we live.”
The dragon made a rumbling sound again, and the three of them flew away, slowly this time, so that it could catch up with them.
“Your wings look like electricity is flowing through them,” Kaylee began, “and your shots are bright fire, so why don’t we call you Sparkflare?” The dragon tilted its head at her.
Luckily, it wasn’t a long way to Dragon’s Edge, so Sparkflare managed fine. After they arrived, Kaylee managed to convince him to give her the belt back.
The next day, they flew to Berk, resting on sea stacks the whole way so Sparkflare’s heavy wings wouldn’t become too tired.
Kaylee introduced Sparkflare to his stable room, and she also hung a flat piece of Gronckle Iron in it, to his delight. His stable was open to the sky, so there was no lack of sunlight. Sparkflare settled happily into life with Kaylee.
Frill webbing: #7f00ff
Wing underside: #bced91
Solar veins: #00f5ff
Vein luminosity: Very bright
Lazer tint: #7b68ee
It was a sunny day. The trees slowly waved along with the wind, and the fresh air of yesterday's storm felt moist on the skin. Embla was walking down up a small road that lead outside of the village. Her family's house was located a bit further away from everyone else, there being a small way from their house to the road that lead to Gothi's hut. She kept on walking. After a few minutes she wasn't in the village anymore, and the landscape was starting to look more familiar to her. A few minutes more and she could already see the roof of her house. Beside the house was a smaller hut, with a small pen beside it that had one white sheep inside of it. She walked beside the hut, and came to the door. But before she could open it, a familiar chirp caught her off guard, and she felt something land on her head with a small thump. "C'mon Swelley, it's not fair!" she said and took the cyan Terrible Terror off her head. Swelley just chirped happily back, and gave her a big, toothless smile. Embla just giggled at Swelley's face and put him on his perch that was beside the door. She then opened the door, and walked inside.
Everything there looked like usual. The two cabinets on the left were just as scratched and worn down as usual, and the big dinner table made out of oak that their family had bought from Trader Johann still had the burn marks caused by Swelley when he first moved in to the household. Ever since dragons had becomen friends with vikings her and her family's life had changed quite a lot. They could finally live in a wooden house outside of the village, and not in a cold and hard cave that had always seemed so scary to her. They hadn't stayed in the village, since they had their own farmlands to take care of, and they were quite far away from the rest of the village. But now, life was easier than it had ever been. Ever since Swelley had moved in, they didn't have to keep on looking after the chickens and the sheep in fear that a dragon would come and steal them. Embla quickly shook out those thoughts, when she heard footsteps coming from the staircase. She looked up, and saw her dad who was carrying a basket on his back. "Hey Embla" he said and smiled with his slightly tilted smile. "Hi dad. Are you going back to the village again?" she asked him. "Yeah, Sven told me that he needed some help with his sheep that didn't require the help of a dragon, besides, he wanted to catch up with some of the things that had happened in the past few weeks" he said and walked down the last few steps to come up to her. "And while i'm gone, you could go and check on our crops and see how well our storm covers have protected them from harm. I haven't had any time to check on them, and your mother has been busy with fixing your old winter shoes". He patted her on her shoulder, and then he walked out the door. She sighted, and walked to the kitchen. There she ate a few slices of bread, one carrot and then drank some water they had gotten from the well during the morning. Then she walked up to one of the cabinets, opened it, and took out a special pair of boots that were covered in mud from previous storms. She put them on, and grabbed her own small basket she had put beside the boots. She made sure to pack a few handfuls of Dragon Nip, just in case she had to deal with any dragons trying to eat their crops. And then finally, she walked outside.
The road to their farmlands wasn't too hard to walk on. Occationally there were a few roots here and there and big branches blocking her way, but she was so small that she could easilly fit through them. But the vegetation wasn't the biggest problem she had to face. The problem was that always after a storm the soft dirt would loosen up and become mud, which was a real pain to deal with, since you never knew if the spot you stepped on would only have a little bit of mud, or if the soft mud would reach two feet down, and keep you trapped there real tight. But she was already used to navigating through the marsh-like area, and she would know if it were safe to step on a spot or not. The road started to curve to the left, and it started to become even more narrow. The trees slowly started appear less and less, until she had entered a clear opening with a field of the storm covers they had put over the crops. A bit further away she could spot the Dragon Nip field, where she had collected her Dragon Nip that she now had in her pocket. Everything seemed normal. Until she looked further away towards the cliffs that extended towards the sea, one of the most sunniest places on Berk that were accessable by mere Viking. And right there, on the biggest boulder that was bathing in sunlight, was a creature she had never seen before, wings spread out with big black spots on them. She had frozen up completely. All she could do was stare at it. She soon realized that it was a dragon. But she had never seen a dragon with an appearence like that. It's body was white, with glowing blue markings going all around it, as if they were lighting. It's tail har orange spots on it, and the stripe going down it's back was purple. She suddenly was able to move again, and she noticed that she had been holding her breath fro quite some time. She drew in the air greedily, and and then let it out. She took a small step closer to see the beutiful dragon better, but instantly regretted it. A small twig she hadn't noticed earlier was placed perfectly inder her boot, and it snapped in two. In her ears, it felt like an explosion. The drgon perked up, looked left and right, and then turned around completely, to see a young girl, completely frozen in place, looking at it.
Sorry for the long wait! Please let me know if you are no longer doing these.
Main: Gray (as in your example)
Belly: Purple, but not too garish
Back: Darker Gray (as in your example)
Frills: Darker lavender
Frill Webbing: Lighter lavender
Tail: Same as your example, I guess
Pupil (thin or dilated): Dilated?
Wing underside: neon/bright purple?
Solar Veins: Yellowy-orange (something a little oranger than in your example)
Vein Luminosity/Brightness: Very! (like your example)
Laser tint: Pastel/ light yellow
Perch: (grass, mountain or sea) Mountain