Oh, sorry Green Mango, I didnt see you there!

I'lI'll do you tomorrow! 

Could you do me? I would like to be a fairy.

@ Lilypad, I did one for you as a dragon. You have no idea how much I wanted to put "All was well" at the end of this (*sigh*, I'm a Potterhead and I just finished rereading book 5 again *sobs*). OKay, you know what, I'm putting it (sorry if you haven't read Harry Potter, or don't like it).

Fat water droplets speckled the soft blues and greens of the pond as fat bullfrogs croaked and dragonflies buzzed lazily over the rippling water. A dark mahagony patterned dragon landed softly onto four particularly large green lily pads, snorting out warm ashy smoke, its eyes drooping. Raindrops glided smoothly off of the majestic orangey/red creature's shiny scales, as it blinked away renegade droplets that had been running sideways toward its soft golden eyes, and it curled up on the raft of bright green lily pads. As rumbling snores vibrated from the snoring dragon's chest like the soothing vibrations of a cat's sleepy purr, a bullfrog slowly hopped closer to the sleeping form, making squelching noises with each watery hop. Gradually, other animals gathered around the dragon, first a twitchy white and pink little rabbit timidly hopping from the dark shore onto the dragon's lily pad raft, then a soft feathered duckling nestling itself next to a sunset colored lily flower snuggled deep in the dragon's claw. All was well.

Might I have one?

Green Mango: 

Kelidiscope like, amber coloured eyes could be steen staring through the dark green shrubbery, twinkling in the moonlight. Green scales could be seen shimmering on the dark plains, the only sign of life for miles around. The silver-green dragon rose its shining wings and swooped up into the sky. Up into the clouds she soared, taking in the beautiful sight around her with her wise, watchful gaze. Pearly, murky grey clouds miked with all colours of the rainbow puffed around her, seeming to swallow her up. GreenMango was one with the peace. She was free.

Flowerchild:

The tiny, rosy cheeked little fairy could just be seen sipping a cup of dandilion tea in the sun, relaxing on a buttercup, if you looked carefully enough. She wore a puffy rose petal skirt and green, thick lace up boots. Atop her head, the young fairy wore a delecate daisy crown she had made only that morning. Her curly brown hair was perfect for weaving in wildflowers. This is why they called her FlowerChild. The girl rolled over, giggling, as her sister, WildRose, tickled her with a peacock feather. The two fairies laughed as they played in the sunlight, dancing and twirling. 

I'd love one, please!

could i have one! thanks in advance!

Scylla: Gently padding along the forest floor she crept, almost completely silent as her claws skidded across the wet autumn leaves. Rain trickled down the feathers on her back, dripping slowly onto the bracken and dew-soaked ferns. Life as a griffon was mildly uneventful, yet Scylla always found something to occupy herself with. The young griffon lifted her wings and propelled herself towards the sky. The raindrops from last night's storm forcefully running down her back as she wooshed further and further above the amazon rainforest. She could see her family far below her, just visable through the leaves and ferns, foraging for dead birds and mammals. Scylla spread her wings along her massive body and shot down to the forest floor like a rocket, cascading back and forth through the wind. "Look out, world." She whispered, in the metalic foriegn tongue of griffons. "Here I come."

Aeline: Aeline's eyes twinkled in the sunlight as she muttered meaningless words under her breath. Sparks shot from her fingertips and zapped around the room. She had been practicing uselless magic for the past three weeks, and she was bored. Bored enough to turn her parents house into a junk yard, before restoring it back again. A commotion from the village square startled the young witch, but she continued smashing her mother's porcelain bowl until there came a knock on the door. There was a face, the sheriff's pleading face staring up at her, frantically. "Can..can I help you, sir?" Aeline trembled. The man looked taken aback. "Oh, no, its your parents I am looking for." He spluttered. "They're out." Aeline said shortly, "They will be back in three days." The sheriff cursed under his breath, then asked "are you skilled in the ways of magic?" Aeline nodded, sensing what was coming next. "Right, well, we could do with a little help. A pair of goblins are reaking havoc in the town square." Aeline's eyes lit up. She was determined. She could do it.

Leeli: The grey wolf padded through the misty moors, its eyes, one blue and one green, searching for the lost magic that had been planted in the lands years ago. The grand wolf's fur was a mixture of silver and white, and it held it's brave, noble head high to search, and search. The dim moon lit a pathway for Leeli across the moors, and uncertainly, she followed it, cautious, yet curiose with every step she took. The pathway if light led the young wolf throught the swirling mist until a dark forest came clear. The brave wolf slipped inside, knowing that her family, her fillage, maybe even the whole of evermore depended on what she did next. The wolf had always grown up knowing she was different, until the day came when her parents told her that there was magic hidden in her soul and only she could go on the quest, as magic is attracted to each other like magnets. The wolf took a deep breath. She could do this.

Leafmist: Silver-green scales shimmered in the early morning light as the young, bright green dragon rolled over, yawning. She dipped her paw into the muddy river bank and leaped back, playfully, towards her sister who whinned and splashed Leafmist with a pawfull of river water. Leafmist yelped in suprise and hovered up into the air, dodging her sister's next splash. In order to avoid her grumpy younger sister, the young dragon swooped up beyond the riverbank and dodged just out of reach. Her sister, being too young to fly, grumbled sleepily and returned to basking in the sun. Leafpool flew up higher and higher, stretcher her muscles that had been cramped up in the hibernating cave for so long. She whirled up, higher and higher, as the wind whisteled in her ears. She puffed through a particularly fluffy cloud which made a dragon shaped hole before swirling back up again. Leafpool looked around her to the barren, flat landscape of clouds, clouds as far as the eye could see. Leefpool flew back down to the land below, returning to the river bank. She snuggled up against her sister in the sun and closed her eyes. She'd had enough adventure for one day.

Guys, remember, free to do your own! 

These are all so beautiful! May I please have one?

me me me me mememememe!!!!!!!!!