Hey there. I'm currently looking for anyone interested in writing a storyline centered around two sister dragons raised in the mortal world, who are forced on the run when they find their lives in danger of dragon-hunters.

I'm mostly looking for an experienced RPer/advanced writer. 21 , the older, the better. Comfortable with writing a large cast eventually, all pairing types, and dedicated to a long-term investment.

I RP over Docs and Discord, third person, past tense primary POVs only. EST time zone. Friday - Sunday availability for posting.

Below is a starter I wrote up to give an idea of the premise. I have no preference on which sister goes to who. All lightweight mentions are open for alteration.

Thank you and GL!

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They were never meant to find you. Those who hunt our kind for wealth and thrill.

With flames, I swore to protect you from their likes. With every breath, my soul saw me try.

I was your shelter and oft did I delight to peer down beneath the bough of my wings and find you there. Your eyes were strange, glossy things. Their relentless depths would stir me to madness and stunted the growth of past despair.

A loathsome, hideous thing though I was —Not once did you turn away from me. Not even when they came and I begged of you, run.

At my cry, ‘Flee!’ You did not listen. You did not forsake the porter of my battered wings.

Your reward for insolence came swiftly. When the heathens set upon me with sharpened spears, you watched as they drove metalheads through hardened scales and ripped coveted tusks from my pried open jaws.

You watched even as I rose for what would be my final time and with my final breath, cast you into a foreign realm far from the one they reveled to deliver me to.

Where I am now, I cannot tell you of your draconic blood, winged creatures afire, born of an isle tucked in the shadows of violent space. I cannot teach you of your world.

I cannot, with a fullness of heart, confess how I, your Sire, will never cede the love you’ve branded within my chest. I cannot thank you for the heart you've given me. I cannot warn you of the return of those who stole it away from me.

O’, beloved daughters, your deafened ears are strangers before my greatest lament... Despicable am I, that I cannot climb the walls of Death and save you!

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Oepali collapsed onto the thatch of grass in front of her sister and went on to explain all the reasons they should give up the useless pledge of not sneaking out into the woods and going on just oooooone little hunt.

Pushing a lop of ivory-pale curls from even paler eyes, she started with how Orshka—the Goddess she’d made up to give a higher power to the things she wanted—looked forward to the day they took on their true form.

Orshka wanted nothing more than for them to sink their teeth into one of those big, fattened up, lunatic birds Oepali always trailed with narrowed eyes and a rumbling stomach as it garbled dumbly on twig legs through the city’s surrounding woodland.

As her mouth watered, she ended with how it’d also be a free meal.

“Please, I’m starving.” And she hated being in her human body during the day. She hated how it made her skin feel so.. so wrong. Like a million ants crawling all over it, or like the bones inside were getting bigger while her skin stayed the same.

And she hated eating at a 'planned' time. She hated a lot of things.