King's Tatoos

(King's Tatoos is just temp., i need a title, also, I need help on the spelling and grammar part, so tell me when i spell a word wrong.)

70 years ago, Jactar the Ice Dragon came to our world to tell us the Creatures were coming back. Humanity was suprised at this, as you could imagine, but both worlds agreed there was no option. So the Monarchy and Presidents of the worlds came together and Made the 5 Agreements:

1. No harm should come to the good people of the Worlds,
2. Humans would chose the careers and practices of the Creatures,
3. The Creatures were free to practice any traditions they brought into our world,
4. Humans could keep a tab on all Creatures,
5. The Creatures could leave at any time.

The Creatures also gave the ID chart to the humans for tab clarification.

Werewolves- Blond hair with blue brown eyes, circle tatoos
Vampires- Dark hair with black eyes, usually tall, and handsome/beautiful, square tatoos
Mermaids- Black hair, beautiful, Soft wavelike tatoos
Serpents- Dark skinned, green or golden eyes, scales going down back and spikes on the head, entertwined wave tatoos,
Aviators- feathered tatoos, white/black eyes, feathers for hair
Dragons- Golden, blue, white, or black eyed, tall, scales on back w/ spikes on head, spiked tatoos the color of the scales.
Every Creature- Is born with tatoos, and has a human form.


Jactar Now works at a fire department, has for 30 years now, but is still on the outsiders boat. This story is about another person, but we will start with him.

He watched a checker game out of the corner of his eye, he would have won the game an hour ago, but it was only humans who were playing. So he had to give them a break. Jactar sighed down on his coke. It could get really boring here at the station. It might not be, if someone could just talk to him. He wasn't all dragon, granted he was mostly, but not all. And he would probably be good conversation, Jactar frowned. He knew no one would talk to him for a decent amount of money, Hell, they wouldn't even let the field trip kids go near him. Like he would eat a 2nd grader. He found himself crunching the coke bottle, Luckly nobody had yet noticed. I need some ice, He thought, I'm too uptight about everything. WEER WEER WEER WEER WEER the alarms went off, In a moment he was on the back of the engine, no need for a jacket and hard hat, since Dragon scales were already fire hardend. "Move move!" the Cheif yelled from the drivers seat. He and Jactar was the only ones ready, Spurring the Chiefs rants further so that he sounded like a drill sarggent. Adreniline sped through Jactars veins like a poison, speeding them up, then slowing them down.
Driving down the street as fast as cars could get out of the way, Jactar was enjoying himself on the back of the truck. He needed to be there for the updraft left behind if he needed to take off. He grinned stupidly at the Cars. Wondering what they thought they saw. "Jactar!" The chiefs muffled voice crackled through the earpiece, He winced and turned down the volume,"Yes sir," "Looks like we'll need take off on this one," Jactar peered around the engine, Great billows of smoke poured out of a sky scraper, no fire visible through it's black deposite. "ON it," Jactar turned around. The moment before he jumped, it was like first flight all over again, the noise drifted away, as if it found some other place to be. The Old land spread out before him, not yet dying or wilting. The moment vanished when his wings caught air. The buildings on either side of him just barley wide enough for take off. He wasn't human any more, no. He was free. For the moment any ways. "You Up!?" the chief crackled through,"Up and out," Jactar answered as he shot out of the cramped streets and into open air. " You see the smoke?" Well duh, "Am I Flying?" "Watch it Lizard Butt! Or you'll be stuck inside on the next outing!" That last part shut Jactar up, and he turned due north to the burning building.

He circled around the 30 story scraper, The smoke chasing away any chance for sight into the building. It just billowed endlessly into the sky, no fire in sight. Jactar winced, this kind of smoke was common in the Tar lands, where most ash dragons spent their time. He really didn't want it to be true, it was embarrising to all dragons. Not just ash. "Celtic tactar rume" Jactar chanted to the smoke. "Saltse tactar," the smoke didn't respond, and the ear piece whinned again, "Lizard, who you talking to?" Jactar winced and circled for less painful signal. "That's no fire, it's a young Ash dragon. trying to start his first flame," "There's no fire." Cheif sounded skeptical,"Just a lizard who is too young to do anything." Jactar hated the emphisied Lizard, "Yes, I'll take care of it," Jactar turned off the earpiece to drown out the disappointed shouts of the chief. and turned once again to the smoke. "Celtic tactar soom, seneir," the smoke kept on clouding the sky. Why do they insist on doing it the hard way? Jactar inhaled and breathed ice into the smoke,(of course Ice Dragons don't breathe fire, they would melt.) the smoke cleared, but to jactar's dismay, there was a dragon, but a fully grown Ash dragon, melting the Ice with his body heat. Ash dragons aren't gracful like Ice, but are like an anceint oak that's been struck by lightning. and are huge. This one whipped his head around to look at Jactar, a soft moan, arupted from his throat. The dragon Shreiked at Jactar, "Sume on kapethle" The sound was like the rush of breath you hear when you are crushed by a boulder. Jactar knew now it was a queen's gaurd, they are sopposed to be smart. and wouldn't smoke for nothing. Jactar hated the queen, but she wanted him sommounend. She was a bad leader in his opinion, so naturally he turned, hissing. Some one who didn't know greed from Leadership. His wings beat softly in the air a moment, then he dropped so fast it took a second for the gaurd to catch on. When he did he shot off the building, chasing Jactar into the depths of the city.