ENAE (NIGHTWISH)

Sex: Female
Age: 21
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Copper
Appearance: (doll image was lost)
Personality: She is dark, always looking to cause fights between others, and that is why she doesn't have any friends.. She stands alone, but she still followed the others
Hobbies: Picking fights, trying dark spells
Other pets: Faerie Drak Demon from Castle DesCas
Atcydia: White Pagain (m) from Gineya Isle
Cocktail Flitters: Kerosine Fuel (f), Fuse Darla (f), Fire Lucid (m) from Lantessama Isle

Half of the eggs had hatched now and almost everyone had a dragon to tend to already. Only Nightwish, the remaining of the three girls was left alone. Was that all? No that wasn't all. On the ceiling still hung the small upside down batwinged Scorpion. It wasn't their alone, but human eyes didn't spot him, nor did dragon's care to tell their riders of the Spirit of Halloween hanging in the cave. What Halloween did in it's spare time was his business, not theirs.
A dark shadow covered the cavern as an unseen hand added a 'Great Pumpkin Punch' to the list. The dragons in the egg needn't know more. One egg popped open reveiling an orange-black and a pitch black dragon. People watched in disbelief as the Pumpkin flew up to the ceiling and talked toward the clearly non-sentient pet that hung there:
"I'm Hollow. Can I get a candle inside me to scare people?"
From nowhere a whisper -or was it the wind?- sounded through the cave, a soft humorless laugh that gave everyone in the room a chill. The pitch black female wasn't impressed at all. She revered only one person in the entire room and that was Nightwish.
"My name is Fuel, Kerosine Fuel and I will make one explosive cocktail when mixed right." she said.
"I'll alert Pagain and Demon to get the fire extinguishers ready and working." Nightwish remarked dryly.
Two more eggs hatched, and then another, but since the shadow hadn't lifted these 4 dragons were also darker, though none as dark as the Kerosine. A rich orange rum and a Red Apple flew to the ceiling where Samhain was waiting for them. The spirit of Halloween had his cocktail.
"I am Punch." The Rum female announced as she sniffed the little Star Dancer pet. "Zwartje will never be able to keep up with us."
"He has ways of finding us..." the wind whispered.
"He has? He's smarter than he looks. My name is Witz." said the Apple.
The other two, a very odd looking couple, approached Nightwish. The female, a white-grey patterned dragon that could only be described as a Short Fuse pushed away her small black-red-orange-yellow sibling and anounced her name was Darla.
The Fire, not very happy to be pushed away interrupted her:
"I'm Lucid and I'm far better than her! Don't nobody forget about that!"

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