I'm not planning on these to be a connected story like the one that post on Sundays. I'm wanting to have fun with this character and make him into who he needs to be since I'm started to RP with someone and I don't actually have a background for this character so I need to build him up. This is how I'll do so. Also, any short story that might pertain to the actual story line will be posted here after Jack's Shadow since I want to continue that poem on. Maybe make it into an epic poem even. But I'd like to bring Jack to life or any of the others in an RP strictly in an AU perspective. That would be interesting. But I started with Dony so if anything, I'd like to continue on with him.
Since this is about the revelation of dragons I can stand for the reasoning. An RP of any of these dragons, mainly Dony, can introduce different scenarios and bring to life different creatures. If you don't want to read these chapters wait until Sunday for the new chapter of the regular story each week.
These are written for me mainly, but it's fun nonetheless. In conclusion, if you're interested, read it, if not, that's fine, follow the original story line. Thank you for reading in the first place. -Dj
Dony
My tongue licks the screen, leaving a trail of my saliva on each new browser that opens up to me. My claws are set in front of me, my red wings flutter, and I back up to reset my animation. My eyes set on a brown eyed teenager. He grins and nods to himself as I lick the screen and back up to reset.
Tongue not hitting an invisible force, but rather nothing at all, I stand wonder struck looking at the guy. His hair is short and jet black. He sits there grinning as I am transferred to another tab on his screen. Usually, the duplication of me is common. But this time, I tilt my head as I see the screen to the right of me.
To the left, above, below, and behind me are different versions of the same two symbols-a 1 and a 0. I start to notice these as I am stuck, not changing browsers in front of me.
Finally, on day-I open my eyes, setting myself out of hibernation mode, and looking to my left. There, is a different page. This time, this page is very similar but different from the browser to the right of me. Again, there is a duplication of me licking the browser in which would appear in front. On a day of confusion and desperation, I find myself licking the page to my left. My tongue shoots through the hologram, fuzzes, and then returns to its normal form.
Upset, I lay my head down. I was like this once four years ago. I watched as the different duplication of me were set as avatars or 'defaults'. I was forced to look at this girl all day after I was placed online as a free to use icon. It was welcoming. Until her screen went out and switched to the one time users that I was forced to glance at. Each lick meaning that I that I had their browsing history to feed off of.
Glaring at the page browser to my right. I watched as the pictures changed every noe and then. Curious, as the guy's browser is blank, I touch my claw to the right browser and scroll down.
Tilting my head, I observe the different versions of a winged creatures and sometimes not winged creatures but generally the same bodies emerge from each box. Each holding a link to a different page. Curious, I touch my green tail to the page and flutter my wings in excitement. I can touch the page with my tail. These drawings somehow are significant to the guy, I might as well figure it out.
After a while, the guy is back and I've looked through all the thousand almost two thousand drawings on the page at least twice. The new ones that post between certain hours are still posting. Excited, I turn to the guy as he answers a few emails. Finally, I get enough courage to approach him. Sticking my craw out into the open space, I look around. Stepping out entirely, I observe my surroundings. This place is bigger than any pixel file I have ever seen. Turning to face where I came from, I tilt my head to observe the 0's and 1's. The right page is now on my left and the left page is now on my right but now the area begins to fuzz and change to a browser known as Google.
I can taste his browser history still in my stomach as I feel an eruption in the pit of my yellow underbelly. Burping, I flutter in the air in amusement to my realist sounding burp. His IP address circles my brain as I search for his name. Pulling up his email history, I nod. The walls around me have different designs. On the wall across from the laptop, is a painting of a dragon. Feeling my wings outstretch I nod to it and observe the clouds. The skyline is an orange, yellow, and pink. All around the dragon is a fallen village, bodies are painted on the ground. My eyes gleam at the detail. It's almost as if the red scaled dragon is alive. The eyes stare back at me lighting up my cyborg self and I can feel the static around me surge.
Everything around me is displayed to scale. Amused, I fly over to the one mirror in the room. It is a body mirror and on the back of the closet. I tilt my head as I meet my own eyes. Compared to anything else in the room, I am microscopic.
Landing on a drawing on the wall, I look down at the circle with two massive triangle feet. It wears a firefighter hat and is attached to a hose. To the right on the picture is a turtle with it's shell on fire. I tilt my head as I observe the the firefighter putting out the turtle's fire. There is smoke at the top of the page. Nodding, I come to realize that I am lucky enough to be able to move. Since I am a GIF and not a JPEG file I have the ability to move. Taking flight to look at the opposite wall, I raise myself to view the plaques and medals.
One laminated poster says, "Homecoming Nominee" Below it is say in bold, "Danieljames Domar." and under that the name is a girl name "Oliva Serks." To the right is a black sash with silver lettering, "Homecoming Court." Hanging above alighted horizontally are medals starting with the year 2004-2995. "Little Olympics, Long jump, 5th." "2005-2006 Little Olympics, Long Jump, 1st."
Grinning, I approach the last one, this one has no lettering but it has two books with a lamp. I wonder what this one means . All the others are music medals and academic awards. Under the line on the medals are plaques for similar events. In some of the plaques are awards for advance media skills. A few have cameras, other have codes, but most are music awards. I nod after reading each one carefully. A majority of the, plaques say, "Danieljames" but some day "Daniel James". I shrug as I think of his reaction to these misconceptions.
Tilting my head, I realize that I have no legit name. My url crosses my mind but I don't know how people would react to me saying, "Hello, I'm http://www.deviantart.com/art/Dragon-Lick-Icon-Free-163940974 or http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/133/a/8/Dragon_Lick_Icon_Free_by_iAnimeFan4Eva.gif, how are you?"
Hearing the door shut behind me, I flip over and look at the door. Stretching his arms out, the guy yawns. Eyes meeting min, he gives me a confused look but then one filled with joy.
"Dony?" He says in amusement. I flip into an ipright position and do what I'm programmed to do. Speeding to his cheek I stick my tongue out and lick his gave. Laughing, he curls in all his fingers except his index finger and grins holding his index finger horizontally for me to land on.
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