About Friendly Dragon AKA Diana P. Winters the Huntress

Call me Friendly Dragon, Diana, Rain (if you know me on neopets/jellyneo) or Pritika! I'm pretty random and stuff and drawing currently fuels me! :D My Bamboo art Tablet loves being weird, but I love it anyway! I've created a bunch of characters, now I need stories. On ST's blog I write a play called Scarlett the Spy *not very regular, though ;_;* Hopefully I'll draw her soon.

Diana’s Adventures: Part Five

The librarian stared at me with open astonishment. I cleared my throat and she turned a bright red and looked down to adjust her lavender cardigan.

“How… how can I help you?”, she asked, still looking down.

“Um… ancient Greek. I mean, Greek mythology but written in English. I can’t read ancient Greek. Or modern Greek. Uh. Where is the mythology section” I could feel my face turning a bright red as I rambled on trying to make sense. This happened way to often for me. I get really shy and self-conscious when talking to people I don’t know.

She looked at me curiously, no longer embarrassed. There was a pause, then she raised her head and walked briskly down one of the rows.

“This is it. Do you want to find a particular book or do you wan to just look through?” she asked, patting a bookshelf right against the wall.

“I’m… looking for lots of books, so I’ll just find them myself” I muttered.

As the librarian walked away, I turned and looked through the books. Most of the books seemed ancient enough to be as old as the Greek city-states themselves.

Well, actually, nowhere near as old, because the printing press was invented during the Renaissance.

I sighed, tried to quell the logical voice that spoke up when I said/heard something incorrect.

I opened a book entitled Monsters in Greek Mythology.

The book was seriously huge. I sighed again. This was going to take a long time.

Sorry it’s so short ;_; I haven’t written for a long time and wanted to get it out soon! BTW please post guys~


Diana’s Adventures: Part Four

Okay, so despite being the last person to post a part of my story, I decided to continue my Adventure, because it’s been sitting here for about a month or something. Hope you like it! I’m going to start the next part too, because I feel like writing right now! ūüėÄ Anyway, her ya go-

Calm down,¬†I told myself, You’re just imagining this. Snakes don’t have two heads. It’s a hallucination. If you don’t approach it, it will not bother you.

I peeped at the snake from behind a tree. It was a dull green-grey. There was a head at each end. And its eyes….

“Woah” I said turning my head away.

Weird snakes had unlucky eyes. Medusa, Basilisks… I didn’t believe in them, but I’d just seen a snake with two heads. I’d caught a glimpse of the eyes, and they had rattled me like nothing had before. They were bright and glowed with the same intensity as the sun.

I looked back. The glowing eyes stared at me, but nothing happened, for a while. I started to feel myself drawn in by the power. It was… hypnotising me.

I  snapped my head away again. I was alone. If I was hypnotised, I was as good as dead. Or just plain dead.

I picked up a stick. It might be wrong to kill it, but I had to.

I remembered when I was little how some boys were poking a snake with a stick. I was too scared to stop them. I remembered lifting up the long, thin lifeless body and burying it in the flower bed.

I scraped off layers till the stick had a reasonably sharp point. I ran towards the snake.

“Forgive me for this, please”, I said. I cut through the snake’s body.

The snake stayed still for a moment. Then…. impossible! Each part grew another head.

Of course! I groaned in my head Haven’t you read enough fantasy to know that this kind of complication always comes up?

Okay, what do do now?

The snakes slithered towards me. I ran. It was a stupid thing to do, I admit. I’m not the best runner. The snakes were… really fast.

I turned back once. They were close, really close. I looked away, then looked in front. A tree! I nearly bonked my head into it, but the point was that I could climb it! I’m not extremely athletic, but it was my only chance.

I scrambled up the tree and sat down on the strongest branch I could see.

I shivered. It was cold, and the ground seemed really far away. I peered down. The snakes were already there.

Couldn’t snakes climb trees or something? I groaned. I always prided myself on being intelligent, but my actions never showed that trait of my mine, if it even existed.

I couldn’t see past all the branches, but I sort of knew that the snakes were at the bottom, surrounding he tree. I threw kicked off my shoes. To my surprise, they left. I peered down. My sense had been correct. The snakes were gone.

I jumped down and put on my shoes. Then I just sat down to think.

I felt shaky. I had just seen a two headed snake that kept coming to life. True, that was sort of possible, but this seemed sort of different. It didn’t seem scientific or rational, but there it was.

I walked through the forest. I knew I was going in the direction opposite to the town my foster home was in. If I walked long enough, I would reach some form of civilisation, right?

I did, actually. It was a small quiet town. Hardly anyone was outside. I passed a lady walking her dog, some second graders playing ball and two girls on bicycles. Everyone stared at me as I walked down the street. I pretended to ignore them, but I saw them out of the corner of my eye, feeling extremely self-conscious.

I saw the library. Yes! Hopefully, this would be he place where my questions would be answered.

Just here to break the monotony….

So, I check this blog EVERYDAY and no one has posted for a long time. ;_;  Please start writing the continuation to your stories or any post. Please.

Yeah, this post is really short, but, you know, it’s just a little reminder sort of thingy. I have aldready written the next part, but no one has posed a part of their story after me, so I don’t want to post it right now.

Don’t forget to continue writing and have a happy Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/Anything else and a great New Year! ūüėÄ

Diana’s Adventures: Part Three

I didn’t stop running. I ran until my breath grew ragged and my stomach hurt. I didn’t know where I was going. I started slowing down, then tripped over a rock. Again.

“Clumsy” I muttered, looking at my knees, scraped for the second time in one day. My poor jeans were completely torn at the knees. My eyes, that had been holding back the tears, finally let go.

Sniffing, I looked around to see where I was. I was… nowhere. I mean, I was somewhere, but no one seemed to be around. I wiped my glasses and rubbed my eyes and looked around. It seemed to be some forest, only the trees weren’t very dense.

I was hungry. And so stupid. I had run away without thinking of food or clothing or hygiene.

“Smart move, Diana” I told myself, sighing. I looked through my bag and found a sandwich.

I carefully cut a rough quarter of it and ate it. I was still hungry, but I had to think of later.

I stared at the sandwich. Every part of me told me to eat it. I have low self control anyway. I ate it.  Then I realized the horrible thing I just did.

I had no food left.

Okay, not a big deal. If you’re stuck in a forest (or somehing that resembles a forest) you eat berries and fruits, right?

I wandered around, looking for something to eat. I then saw a snake slither past me. It was huge, but that was not the problem.

The snake had two heads.

Yay for cliffhangers ^^. Hope you didn’t find it too short. Brownie points for anyone who know which monster this is.

Diana’s Adventures- Part 2

I slung my backpack on my shoulders. I carried the books for first period and my own sketch/writing/rough work book in my arms. My pockets, as usual, were full of pens, pencils, erasers, a sharpener, candy wrappers and some money.

Miss. O’Brien smiled at me as she handed me a piece of toast and a glass or orange juice. I tried to smile back. I felt better this morning.

I glanced at my wristwatch. I had exactly an hour left for school to start, but I always left early to avoid going with the other fosters (everyone around my age was a boy agh). As I finished my orange juice and toast, I could hear the others coming down. Clutching my books to my chest, I ran down two streets, hoping I would be ahead of them. I slowed down and walked slowly to school.

Even though I quite like English and Math and Biology…. and Chemistry and Physics……. and History and Geograpy…. and well, practically everything, I did NOT enjoy going to school.

The bell still wouldn’t ring for about forty-five minutes. I decided to roam around the school grounds. While walking, I noticed a little swing, tucked behind a clump of bushes. I sat down and started swing. I focused on little things, like the wind blowing through my dark hair and the blue cloudless sky.

I closed my eyes and though for a long time. Yes, I just sat and thought. It was a magic moment. Just the silence and me.

Wait, the silence? I groaned at my stupidity and leaped off the swing. I landed on my knees, bruising them and tearing my jeans, but I didn’t care about that right now. I rushed into the front yard. My suspicions were correct. Everyone was in class. I was only fifteen minutes late, but I still had to get to class as soon as possible.

I rushed down the corridors and forced myself to walk in as calmly as I could. As I entered, I closed my eyes and waited for impact.

Sure enough, I heard, “Diana Winters! Where have you been all this time? Daydreaming perhaps?”.

“I… Sorry” I mumbled, and went to take the last empty seat.

Needless to say, the rest of my day went horribly. I didn’t have my first period books and got yelled at. I didn’t even have an extra book to write my notes in so I got yelled at. Again. And I got detention too.

Then during break, I found my books. In the mud. The pages of my rough work book were covered with brown dust and my notes in my notebook were practically illegible.

I nearly felt like crying.

As I walked home, it started raining. How cliche. I opened out my¬†umbrella and stared at the grey world around me. It wasn’t happy. Nor was I. I passed the street¬†my current house was in. Did I want to go in?

I hesitated for a minute. Then I ran.

Diana’s Adventures: Part 1

So Summer wrote a post about her time before being a Huntress. I wasn’t going to make one till I saw the note at the bottom. Later when there are more, I guess we can make a page or something about it?

I pushed my glasses up my nose and started brushing my hair. It was mainly silent except for the soft sounds of my hair brush pulling my hair. I silently counted the strokes of the brush while I stared at myself in the mirror. My light brown eyes stared back at me, with the serious, quiet expression that was almost always on my face.

I pulled the brush through my hair one last time, then set it down and went to have a¬†quick bath in my bathroom. I always had quick baths, because my bathroom was disgusting (I’m not going into details).

I quickly got out and put on my favourite clothes. I was proud of them because they weren’t hand-me-downs. I had bought them with the money I had earned doing odd chores all around the orphanage.

I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled. I don’t care that much about my looks, but I do still like looking nice every day. Not for anyone, just for me.

I pulled on my socks and purple converse low-tops, slung my backpack on my shoulders and went downstairs.

Breakfast was on the table already. Not many fosters were up, because that there was no school that day.

The person who took care of us, Miss. O’Brien, came in wearing an apron and carrying a jug of orange juice and a plate with a stack of pancakes on it.

“Oh, you’re up Di? Would you like some pancakes?” she said, setting down the jug and plate.

“It’s Diana, not Di”¬†I said, scowling “And yes, I would not mind some pancakes”

“Why’re you wearing your jacket and backpack today?” George said. He was a boy who was around my age. I despised him.

“None of your business” I said fiercely. I wore my jacket becase I bought it on my own, and I ALWAYS wear my backpack. Not that I was telling him.

“Now, dear, no need to be so angry” Miss. O’Brien said.

I knew she was surprised at my behaviour, because I was usually mild and quiet. I sighed in my mind and took some pancakes from the pile and started eating.

After breakfast, I sat at the table and got out a book and started reading.

“Di, did you complete your school work?” Miss. O’Brien asked, as she picked up the plates and glasses.

I winced at my nickname and nodded.

“Do you have any tests? Have you studied for them?”

I frowned and bent over my book, to indicate that I didn’t want to be disturbed. Mrs. O’Brien, however, could not¬†take a hint.

“Tommorow’s Monday! You ought to get ready for the tests today!”

“I studied for them, okay!” It turned out ruder than I expected and I sounded like a sulky kindergartener.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to revise your subjects?”

I sighed and got a text book out of my bag.

I know I sounded like a very unreasonable girl throughout the story, but I couldn’t help it! I had just come to a new Foster Home and I wasn’t used to my fosterer caring so much about me!

I browsed through my text book and then went back to my stories, ignoring, or trying to ignore everyone around me. I sighed again and turned a page. I wanted to get away as soon as possible.

Some pictures of me!

Yeah. I like making myself on different places where you make yourself in cartoon. So I used the facemakers used by Pinkie Dash and also the one by Cat.

I need to cut my fringe D:

I like messing around on the dollmaker

I can probably make one of those for you, but you should actually ask the people who first used those. Or make it yourself ^^

Update- Eliza wanted to know which website I used. It was Lunaii-Dollmaker.com/dollmaker