THWIP. THWAP. SWISH. SWASH. A dash dragon, on two strong legs, sped through a thick forest breaking branches and mangling bushes. It emerged close to the edge of an islan and seamlessly jumpe dthrough the air to the next island. It careened toward the Bizarre Bazaar and stopped dead in its tracks.
It sniffed wildly around the perimeter of the market like a blood hound on a trail. It poked its head through the front doors. From inside, a voice screamed, "Ahhhh!" The dash dragon pulled itself out and shook its head as if trying to rid the noise from its ears.
It continued sniffing at the foundation and located a particularly strong scent. It dug frantically into the ground and kept digging until only its tail was sticking out. Snorts and sniffs echoed up from the hole, then silence set in. A young wizard emerged from the Bizarre Bazaar and looked down through the hole... it went right through the iland.
Floating through the sky, the dash dragon was encased in spellform energy with only its head poking free. The cloud carried it into the dark unknown, so the dragon pushed its legs through the energy and began pedaling midair. It managed to change the trajectory of the energy cloud and touched down safely on a desert land known to some historians and lorebrarians as Briar Flats.
The dash dragon took its first step on this strange land and noticed its legs had bright green and sleek black feathers. It instinctually took off at top speed and was at least twice as fast as its former self. It ran until it hit water, turned back, and ran another direction. It ran three more laps until it realized there was no dragon, witch, or wizard in sight.
It looked around and simply sat down with its head hung low...
*This dragon must be level 4 or higher to wear a Spellform.
15,000 after completing one of its spellforms during the Secrets of Spellform.
