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Description
Name: Cranbell
Nickname: Bell
gender: Male
Karma: Good
Iem of containment : Silver bell

Current Owner: Miss Mao

He has a good relationship with her owner. He isn;t with her that long to competly trust her, but he is getting there.

known Wishdragons friends:
(Chess, one of his closest friends)
Personality:
♦ Bell is a shy and reserved WishDragon, when he is around his owner. He knows he can trust her, but he has been through alot that he won't show too much.
♦ When around other wishdragons he is really loving and funloving. He knows he won't have to hold back and can go crazy. Especially when he's around Cheshire. Since Chess is a trickster himself, and is a joker, he feels more comfortable to make some fun himself.
♦ He can get a little thickheaded. He often argues with Mao, when he isn't okay with something. He can make her realize that her wish isn't
the right one to make, and most time Mao listens to her.

Likes:
♦The sounds of bells. No matter if they are big bells as loud as the thunder, or little bells soft as a psalm. It makes him relax. When being in his Bell when he is not around Mao, he is resting in his bell, and you can hear soft bells clinging, when you're around the bell.
♦He also likes rain. The sound the drop makes when it hits the ground is soothing for him, and he gets easily lost in thoughts.
♦Snow. Winter is his favorite season. When the snow falls, he just hopes thathis owner calls him out and let him enjoy the snow. Even when his own, he is happy when it's snowing. Also due to th

Dislikes:
♦Offkey sounds. It makes him stressed and annoyed. He can get very grumpy.
♦ He also dislikes crowded places. He can get really nervous around too many people, even in his bell. Normally when Mao carries him around with her, through his bell he can feel the pressence of the others.
♦Too hot weather. As stated before he loves winter, he will always choose cold weather, over warm weather.

Bio:
For a long long time, Bell was resting in his item, his silver bell. Almost as he was unconcious, almost looking asleep. Softly, like an echo, he could hear people speaking. Little did he know that he was buried in the ground. One day he could feel some movement, but yet Bell remained in his, what seem to be, endless slumber.
A little girl, playing in the dirt, found the silver bell. Dirty and old looking, she took it in her hands, showing it to her mother and was allowed to take it home. Polished and shined up, the bell rested on the table next to her bell. On barefeet the little girl used to climb on her bed, folding her hands and talked to the bell. Almost whispering, casting soft wishes. Bell began to slowly recognized the sounds, as the girl kept talking to her each night, before heading to bed.
Slowly the light coated dragon, opened his eyes. Soft bells began to ring, as the girl spoke. Sparks lit into the girls eyes, as she heard the charms of the bells. As the time passed, days went by, and the dragon eventually completly woke up, opening up to her and one night he showed himself to her. Completly taken by suprise, the girl never looked happier, yet didn't understood why the dragon was there. All she thought was that she was granted with a friend. A friend she never had.
Hiding him from her mother, she kept visiting her room each night, before heading to bed, and as she told her tales about her day and beyond, he played the song of his bell, and muttering soft sounds, as if she would understand.
Eventhough his purpose os living was to forfill wishes, he was content with his lifestyle, aslong as the kid was happy,
But little girls grow up.
Year after year, he listened to her stories, untill eventually she spend less and less attention to him. He didn't get it at first. It wasn't sudden. It just happened step by step. At first Bell would wait for her, on the table, each night, untill she would go to bed, but there were days that she would walk in and ignored the Wishdragon, heading to bed. Sometimes, if he was lucky, she would be on her phone before heading to bed, and he would have a glimp of her, missing her stories. He tried ringing her bells, untill she got irrated and threw the bell around the room.
Misunderstanding, Bell started to hide in his bell more often. Sometimes he heard her voice, but he knew that he wasn't enough for her anymore. The kid grew up. Yet he still didn't wanted to abbandon her.
Eventually he stopped hearing her voice. He waited and waited, untill one day he resumed from his bell. The room looked emtey. All her stuff were gone. He carried his bell, softly around the house, trying not to make a sound, and his expectations were correct.
The little girl who wasn't so little anymore, left.
He never knew that they moved. Betrayed and broken he used his magic, slipping back into the bell and went back to his slumber untill one day he felt another movement. She spoke her name as 'Mao'.
A new owner found him, yet Bell wondered for how long.

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Won this DTA <3

species © Jemanite

Description
Name: Cranbell
Nickname: Bell
gender: Male
Karma: Good
Iem of containment : Silver bell

Current Owner: Miss Mao

He has a good relationship with her owner. He isn;t with her that long to competly trust her, but he is getting there.

known Wishdragons friends:
(Chess, one of his closest friends)
Personality:
♦ Bell is a shy and reserved WishDragon, when he is around his owner. He knows he can trust her, but he has been through alot that he won't show too much.
♦ When around other wishdragons he is really loving and funloving. He knows he won't have to hold back and can go crazy. Especially when he's around Cheshire. Since Chess is a trickster himself, and is a joker, he feels more comfortable to make some fun himself.
♦ He can get a little thickheaded. He often argues with Mao, when he isn't okay with something. He can make her realize that her wish isn't
the right one to make, and most time Mao listens to her.

Likes:
♦The sounds of bells. No matter if they are big bells as loud as the thunder, or little bells soft as a psalm. It makes him relax. When being in his Bell when he is not around Mao, he is resting in his bell, and you can hear soft bells clinging, when you're around the bell.
♦He also likes rain. The sound the drop makes when it hits the ground is soothing for him, and he gets easily lost in thoughts.
♦Snow. Winter is his favorite season. When the snow falls, he just hopes thathis owner calls him out and let him enjoy the snow. Even when his own, he is happy when it's snowing. Also due to th

Dislikes:
♦Offkey sounds. It makes him stressed and annoyed. He can get very grumpy.
♦ He also dislikes crowded places. He can get really nervous around too many people, even in his bell. Normally when Mao carries him around with her, through his bell he can feel the pressence of the others.
♦Too hot weather. As stated before he loves winter, he will always choose cold weather, over warm weather.

Bio:
For a long long time, Bell was resting in his item, his silver bell. Almost as he was unconcious, almost looking asleep. Softly, like an echo, he could hear people speaking. Little did he know that he was buried in the ground. One day he could feel some movement, but yet Bell remained in his, what seem to be, endless slumber.
A little girl, playing in the dirt, found the silver bell. Dirty and old looking, she took it in her hands, showing it to her mother and was allowed to take it home. Polished and shined up, the bell rested on the table next to her bell. On barefeet the little girl used to climb on her bed, folding her hands and talked to the bell. Almost whispering, casting soft wishes. Bell began to slowly recognized the sounds, as the girl kept talking to her each night, before heading to bed.
Slowly the light coated dragon, opened his eyes. Soft bells began to ring, as the girl spoke. Sparks lit into the girls eyes, as she heard the charms of the bells. As the time passed, days went by, and the dragon eventually completly woke up, opening up to her and one night he showed himself to her. Completly taken by suprise, the girl never looked happier, yet didn't understood why the dragon was there. All she thought was that she was granted with a friend. A friend she never had.
Hiding him from her mother, she kept visiting her room each night, before heading to bed, and as she told her tales about her day and beyond, he played the song of his bell, and muttering soft sounds, as if she would understand.
Eventhough his purpose os living was to forfill wishes, he was content with his lifestyle, aslong as the kid was happy,
But little girls grow up.
Year after year, he listened to her stories, untill eventually she spend less and less attention to him. He didn't get it at first. It wasn't sudden. It just happened step by step. At first Bell would wait for her, on the table, each night, untill she would go to bed, but there were days that she would walk in and ignored the Wishdragon, heading to bed. Sometimes, if he was lucky, she would be on her phone before heading to bed, and he would have a glimp of her, missing her stories. He tried ringing her bells, untill she got irrated and threw the bell around the room.
Misunderstanding, Bell started to hide in his bell more often. Sometimes he heard her voice, but he knew that he wasn't enough for her anymore. The kid grew up. Yet he still didn't wanted to abbandon her.
Eventually he stopped hearing her voice. He waited and waited, untill one day he resumed from his bell. The room looked emtey. All her stuff were gone. He carried his bell, softly around the house, trying not to make a sound, and his expectations were correct.
The little girl who wasn't so little anymore, left.
He never knew that they moved. Betrayed and broken he used his magic, slipping back into the bell and went back to his slumber untill one day he felt another movement. She spoke her name as 'Mao'.
A new owner found him, yet Bell wondered for how long.

____________________________________________________________________________________

Won this DTA <3

species © Jemanite