Sho, let's discuss. :P

So far we've got a starving puppy who turns into a dragon at night and a person who takes it in.  And then possibly having a human trapped inside that puppy-dragon? o3o

Yes. SO we have a human-dragon-puppy-thing. XD /omgthisrockssobad/

So. You want be puppy-dragon-person or human? And what gender you most comfortable with? :3 /grand with whatever/

Girl hooman pls :D

Bio's or describe throughout RP?

And can you start?  I'm being a fail right now :I

Hokay, so Ty's guy puppy-dragon-freakish-human? :3

Mrh... Think I might have a bio somewhere that's be perfect fer this, but y'can do whatever yer comfortable with. :3 What're you good with, Age-wise?

I'm good with 15-19, roleplay-wise. :3

Arright :D

EDIT:

Name: Ally Rikka
Age: 16 years old :3
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Name: Mr We- Dylln. Dylln Rivers. :3

Age: 16 good? He only looks 'bout a year old pup-wise.. ;D

Gender: Male.

Appearance:

Puppy-
Dragun- [really small, big enough to sit on someone's head, about as big as a cat. :3]]

Hooman-

(Back ;D

Yeah, I think he should be wandering around in Ally's neighborhood.)

[[Falalalala. Hokay. 83]]

Dylln walked softly and quietly along the pavement, the pads of his feet now sore from walking so long. The sun was just setting, not that it could be seen, and the only difference was a faintly darker area. The sky was already dark for hours before from thick, heavy storm clouds that sent torrential rain down upon the earth, and in the distance the rumblings of thunder and a flash of lightning every now and then did nothing to ease the young husky's mind. Whatever form he was in, he tended to take on the instincts and mindset of that animal, so it was hardly surprising he was frightened.

His fur, normally sleek and warm, was now soaked through with water, making it difficult to trap heat at all, and causing him to shiver slightly in the wind. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. He wasn't even sure where 'here' was, or what had happened before it. He'd run away, of that he was certain, but his mind was too fuzzy to remember why. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, but that didn't say much. He could, however, feel the hunger gnawing at his stomach, but didn't know how he was supposed to satisfy it.

When a boom of thunder rolled close by, he yelped in fear and quickened his pace, walking over to a wooden porch and sitting under what little shelter it gave. He looked to the sky, and saw no moon. Still, without even a thought as to someone hearing him, he tossed his head back and howled. It was an eerie sound, mournful, but when he stopped the usual echo was quickly swallowed up by the rain that fell without respite.

Ally ran home, her feet hitting the gorund hard.  She always kept stepping into the puddles accidentally, sending extra water up onto her.  The girl was soaked, and it was because she never expected rain, let alone a storm.  From inside the school, Ally had tried to call her mom to pick her up, but hung up when she realized that her mom had taken work until 10 o'clock that night instead of her usual 3 o'clock.

She heard a howl, almost eerie, and it seemed to come from her own home.  Rounding the corner, she jammed the keys into the lock and threw herself inside.  Ally looekd around the quiet home - nobody there, nothing.  But the howl... It seemed to be coming from the porch.  Was it a wolf?  Something that'd hurt her?

Ally dropped her wet backpack next to the kitchen table and peered outside through the glass, the water droplets and mist making it hard to see anything, but nothing was visible anyway.  Tentatively, she stepped through the sliding-glass doors and thought.  If I was an animal on the run, where would I hide in a girl's backyard?  ...UNDER THE PORCH!

Of course, under the porch!  It would be so simple for an animal to hide there.  But Ally was afraid of what she'd see.  Who knows, it could be a freaking rabid squirrel.   However, she got flat on her stomach and inched forward, then looked underneath the porch, her head upside-down.

Two eyes met her and some soaked fur.  It was a small body, with pointed ears and black and white fur.  A puppy!  Wait... was it a wolf puppy?  No, it looked more like a husky.  Wolves had slight differences.  Now, Ally thought, would her mother mind if she brought a puppy inside?  Ally herself had always wanted a puppy, but her mother... no.

But first, how would she even lure this puppy out?

Dylln heard a faint sound, but couldn't make out what it was in the rain. He thought he heard steps above him, then, and he his ears pricked, wondering what it was. If it was a person, they probably wouldn't be very happy to see a dog under their porch, especially after howling like that. He'd already found out from several humans that strays weren't well liked, even if they weren't normal. No one else knew he wasn't normal, so it wasn't totally their faults.

A pair of blue eyes, with a mass of blonde hair hanging down around them. His ears slicked back and he whined slightly, cowering back, wondering if this was perhaps a cruel human. Her face was pretty, albeit upside down, and she didn't look very mean. Then again, neither had any of the dozens of people over the past few days, but looks could be decieving. He'd learned that the hard way already, and was now wondering if it would be a good idea to try and bolt before she got the chance to try something.

Still, he remained, his icy blue eyes staring into the girl's own, trying to read them. He only stayed on the faint chance she wouldn't try to hurt him, and that she might be good company. Besides, he was too exhausted to try anything, even if he did want to. He doubted he would get very far if he tried.

"C.. C'mere, boy," Ally spoke, making her decision that she'd lure him out and bring him in.  This puppy would be her little secret friend.  She brought out a hand for him to sniff, then remembered she had a crumlbing granola bar in her pocket.  With her other hand, Ally dug in her pocket and pulled out a partly-eaten, smashed, and soggy granola bar.  What wonderful food.

Taking a piece that had fallen off, she put it in her outstretched hand.  "Come on, I won't hurt you, promise.  I have better food in the house.  Trust me."  Her blue eyes were pleading and hopeful.  There was a chance this puppy would simply run away scared instead of being the perfect puppy in the movies who immediately came out and became the main character's best friend.  Then again, there was also a chance that it would be like the movies.

Dylln listened tentatively as the girl spoke, surprised when she held out her hand. He had expected shouting and the throwing of boots, but apparently not. There was no telling what she would do, though, when- if- he went to her like she asked. She might just try to get him closer so she could hit him harder, but when she pulled out an item of food- at least, it looked like food- he began to doubt his skepticism.

The promise of better food in her home- meaning not only a little respite from the hunger, but also perhaps warmth, if he was lucky- and the promise that she wouldn't hurt him was enough, even if the food she produced currently looked dubious. He inched forward, frightened of scaring her or being hit, and stretched his neck out so he wouldn't have to come too close. He drew his lips back and ever-so-gently picked up the piece of soggy food, not touching her skin for even a fraction of a second, and pulled his head back quickly.

The bit of granola bar was swallowed before his head was even back properly, and his eyes looked at her with the barest spark of hope, as if he wasn't truly believing that she wasn't going to hit him. She hadn't motioned for him to move further, or said anything, so he sat perfectly still, his eyes locked on her.

Ally smiled warmly.  "Yeah, good boy.  You wanna come out?  Huh?  I can take you inside," she said gently.  She took another piece of granola and put it on the ground just outside of underneath the porch.  "You seem so wet... You're probably hungry, too.  C'mere, let's go inside together."  The girl kept trying to lure the puppy out if his hiding spot, maybe even get it to trust her from the beginning.  She wondered what time it was.

Anyways, she knew the granola wouldn't last forever, and if she left, the puppy might leave, too.  This was possibly her only chance.  Unless he stuck around.

Dylln inched forward painfully slowly, listening to the girl's voice. She had such a soft voice, and her words were so gentle, it just... Made him want to trust here, even though he knew he shouldn't trust someone simply because they gave him food and offered to take him inside. Still, it was so cold out, and she really didn't seem like the type of person who would want to hurt him.

Quickly biting up the granola and swallowing it the moment it entered his mouth, he looked back up to the girl, turning his body so he was completely out from under the porch. His ears were still laid back, his head lowered, but he sat down anyway and watched her, his muscles tense in case anything happened.

The puppy really seemed scared.  Ally sat up and felt more rain pour down on her, soaking through her hood and making her hair wet.  She pointed to the sliding glass door.  "Wanna go inside?  Huh, boy?" she asked, slowly getting up and opening the door wide enough for the puppy to squeeze through, all the while keeping her gaze on the puppy.  Inching back towards the little husky, she said, "I don't have any more granola left, but I have other stuff in the house, past that door.  I won't hurt you.  Promise.  Don't be afraid.  Plus, don't you want to get out of this rain?  I know I do."

Ally didn't want to make a move to pick him up since it might frighten him and make him run away if he saw hands coming toward him.  She volunteered at the local animal shelter in her spare time and so she knew a lot about animals.  She also knew this puppy could be infected with a disease, but it seemed so helpless.

Dylln looked to the door, noting mentally how much he wanted to be inside. It was cold and wet out here, and probably warm and dry in there. Despite all his reservations, he didn't need to be asked twice. The girl was either trustworthy or not, but it didn't make much of a difference by that point. Besides, she'd said she had more stuff in the house, so what did he have to lose? The storm was, after all, only getting worse and worse.

Walking slowly to the steps, turning his head to keep his eyes trained on the girl as he moved, he slowly loped up them before hesitantly going closer and closer to her. He stopped just by the door, looking back to her. What if she changed her mind at the last moment, and decided she didn't want him to go into her house? What was he meant to do then?