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[Desmond]

Here's to hoping I finally win a Smili!

I would like to adopt!
Number: 24
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Name: Angatuyok (Eskimo, “Rough”), Angat for short
Species: Pompeii Smili (Only... no Pompeii in my story)
Personality: Quiet, wary, depressed, introverted, pained, haunted by his past.
Likes: Isolation, obsidian shards, raw emeralds, the cold, memories of being loved
Dislikes: Crowds, bright-colored gems, heat, pain, loss, females of any species

Background: Angat is a quiet Smili. He’s been betrayed far too much to socialize with any more than one creature- the Seer, Dalin, with whom he shares his cove in the side of The Low Mountain. He chooses to shy away and turn his back on any female that seeks Dalin’s counsel, and refuses to join him as he goes to the births of every animal to read their future.

Angat was born in the middle of the night to a dark-colored Smili couple, in a small nest settled between the volcanoes of the Schattenland and the closest mountain, sheltered by any volcanic eruption by huge boulders, and a short distance away from the nearest village. His father disappeared off of the face of the map during a hunt a few days after he was born, though he never knew it. He is a Pompeii Smili, though he prefers solitude, especially in his later years.

As a cub, Angat was loved. No, more than that, he was beloved. His mother doted on him constantly, purring as she nuzzled and cleaned him with her warm, rough tongue. Even without his father, he was treated as a prince, and given most anything he could possibly want- a happy home, warmth, food, love….

And then his mother disappeared.

He heard her scream. It echoed through the mountain range, and the three nearby volcanoes, then ended slowly and the last seconds of sound her voice made reverberated back into his ears. An orphan, he was taken in by one of his mother’s friends, a mope of an older Smili who had lost her own cub to the cold. Life with his stepmother was alright; he had to wake her up before he started suckling, and her milk wasn’t as satisfying as his mother’s, but she didn’t hate him, at least. When she weaned him, she gave him tough, half-rotted rabbit meat that some other animal had killed, too depressed to trap or hunt on her own.

As he got sicker and sicker from his decaying meals, the worse and worse she got until she didn’t wake up one morning. Venomous glands in his mouth had formed and opened up while he was suckling, and he had accidentally cut her nipple and poisoned her. This time, though, Angat was old enough to take care of himself. He moved closer to the village, where he could get some better-quality food from communal kills, and slowly regained his health.

Then someone caught his eye.

The dark male was strong. His fur rippled over his muscles, shining in the light of the sun. His teeth were long, and his jaws were powerful, framed by the most striking mask Angat had ever seen. He could always be found by the river at sunrise, sleeping in the old sycamore in the middle of the commune grounds at midday, and sitting on the highest cliff at sundown.

For months, Angat watched him, trying to understand his feelings for this wonder of a male, as well as trying to gain attention from him. He did his best to get as close to him as possible, offering him a large piece of meat during the feeding rush, gnawing on the most finely shaped bone for him to wear, and letting him drink at the best spot on the river, where an untapped gem deposit made the water sparkle with every color imaginable… to no avail. When Angat finally worked up the courage to confess his feelings, the beautiful creature declared he was already smitten with a female, and had no use for a male mate, ever- especially one that could kill him on accident-, and turned his back.

Devastated, Angat left the village. The one other Smili that he felt he could actually love didn’t want him. Why bother going back?

He wandered as the seasons changed, tail dragging the ground in the summer and feet floundering and fumbling in the snows of winter. He ate when he couldn’t handle starvation anymore, killing rabbits and deer as they slept, and hauling the latter’s carcasses on his back when there were remains that he could eat the next day. But it got to the point where there were no deer. The rabbits were gone. And so Angat gave up, collapsing onto his chest with a delirious groan, and passing out from hunger.

He woke up to water on his face, four blue hooflike paws standing in front of him, and a dreamlike voice sounding somewhere far above his head. The strange thing had a long, sinuous neck topped off with a rather squared-off head, jaws dripping with water, and a single poofy feather stuck into the fur on its forehead. Tiny, translucent wings fluttered over the blue fur with its tan patches, and a long tail, also wet, swooshed behind it. A dead vole, patches of fur missing, rested on its side in front of him, apparently a gift from the odd creature.

With a bit of help from the… thing… who was apparently called Dalin, he was able to start off again. However, every step he took was shadowed by Dalin’s, the feather on his head bouncing jauntily. As the weeks passed, it became obvious that he wasn’t coincidentally going in the same direction. When inquired, Angat learned of Dalin’s area of expertise, and that he was fated to follow him.

With the prospect of not being able to shake the strange creature before him without flat-out killing him, Angat decided to settle near a valley that had plenty of food to offer, unhappily accepting the other’s presence in the emerald-veined cove that he discovered in the side of The Low Mountain, the southernmost member of the North’s mountain range.
During their first winter, Angat found a beautiful shard of obsidian that had fallen out of a travelling Smili’s collection, and jammed it into his ear, reveling in the initial pain that echoed the hurt from the male Smili’s rejection. But after that first stab, the throbbing in his ear upset him to the point of misery. Dalin did his best to help, offering snow to pile on top of the piercing to numb the pain.

As spring returned, the pain faded away and Dalin’s presence was finally accepted. As strange as he was, Angat was more than amused by him, especially when he was allowed to fondly play with his feather when he was having an otherwise bad day, the “toy” distracting him from the pain of killing his own adoptive mother.

A couple of years into this arrangement, a small herd of mismatched creatures followed Dalin into their shared cove, running from a group of hyenas that were led by a jet-black horse with a white mane. Brought into the plot by Dalin, Angat was unwittingly named assassin for the group to kill some animal named “Shiva”. Confused by the visitors’ babble, he went to sleep, only to wake up in a vine sling hanging between the two largest ones, carried off into lands unknown during his unconsciousness.

When the group came upon Wildstrike, Nyx’s son, Angat tackled him and took him as a hostage. Though the others were wary of the idea that the foal would keep them from being trampled by the death horse’s white hooves, they weren’t too keen on finding themselves on the receiving end of Angat’s poisoned canines. His idea saved them, though, when Nyx found them, and the Smili was able to bargain with the devil for their lives.

He continued to be a boon for the group, an intimidating figure in the movement for peace, with his fangs and claws, and bright freshly-spilled blood-colored mask. He was the symbol of progress, because the remainder of the rebel band, a bunch of herbivore equines and a few small wolves, dogs, and felines, could never challenge Shiva and his hyenas and survive. But with Angat’s natural weapons, they had a chance. Angat, by all means, wasn’t fond with the fanfare that followed him, and wished for the peace of his cove more than once. But Dalin’s voice whispered in his head that this was his purpose, so he reluctantly dealt with it.

Angat is the only one of the group to have faced the spirit of V’Arikor, who is hailed as the God of Death, Pain, and Suffering, and lived. It is this monster that has made Shiva and Nyx into evil puppets for the purpose of taking over and devastating the North, though only Dalin knows his true reasons. During this encounter, his body nearly gave up on him under the cruel gaze and power of the evil idol, as the dragon attempted to bend his mind into giving into him and turning his body into a useless mass that V’Arikor could then overshadow and make his own, thereby giving him the venom and power gifted to Angat. Despite all of the pain he had suffered, and all of the self-loathing he had, the Smili’s mind ended up clinging with a more powerful bond than the dragon could break. Angat spent the next several weeks resting in the hammock that hung between Aibu and Muta, the largest two equines that had carried him from his cove in the first place, as they and the rest continued marching on.

Angat eventually, unsurprisingly, found himself in the select group that was to pass the battle and kill Shiva himself. With doubt on his mind, he charged right behind the leader of the group, the largest quagga, as they stampeded up the side of Shiva’s smoking volcano, the sharp edges of hardened aa lava slicing into their legs and, for those that had them, paws.
In Shiva’s cave, all anyone could see was flashes of teeth, claws, hooves and blood- lots of blood- in the darkness that consumed the home. Angat, mouth agape, slammed his canines into the brimstone-scented body, felt the poison drip from his teeth into the wound, and was met with an earsplitting yelp of pain and several gasps for air as airways constricted and muscles slowly grew stiff and hardened. Dragging the body out of the fight, Shiva’s sightless eyes gazed over his defeated followers.

Angat did not like how easy the kill was. He felt that it had to be harder, there had to be some challenge that he did not meet. It might have been hard of the small army, but killing Shiva was far too simple. No, there had to have been some other force that was guiding Shiva, or perhaps he didn’t kill the alpha wolf at all, but a decoy. And the next summer, when the hyenas returned with a vengeance, burning and killing everything in sight, he realized just how right he was.

And so, the story continues.
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Angat is a Smili betrayed by his instincts and body. As a “Pompeii” (Volcanic) Smili, his instincts tell him to be as close to others as possible, in a place where he can find love, a family, and a safe place he can always call home. However, his venomous fangs have alienated him, separating him from others, and marking him as doomed to be alone. Secretly, he wishes to settle down with a handsome fellow male, and adopt a cub to spoil like he so wishes his own adoptive mother did. However, in the North Smili village, homosexuality is frowned upon, and, if he were to accidentally bite his mate, he would lose the one dream he has clung so desperately to. His desire for isolation stems from this fear, and shadows his yearning for such things.

Though he is a Volcanic Smili and therefore is used to heat, he prefers the cold because it assures him of his isolation, where the only one he can hurt is himself. He rejects the body heat of others, even Dalin; He doesn’t want to think about losing his sole companion, even if he’s very much on the odd side. Dalin has become a source of stability for him, satisfying his need for socializing in times where he could not get any lonelier. He also helps with Angat’s pain, physical or mental, by either helping to numb or patch his wounds or taking his mind off of his depression.

Angat finds the darker-colored stones and ores the most pleasing; the shinier the metal or stone, the more of a “bright mood” feel he gets from it. With his depression, he can’t stand such “cheery” accents and jewelry, preferring to gaze and be surrounded by obsidian, especially with the sharp edges of the volcanic glass. He also admires dark rubies, though they are extremely rare and impractical, with the tiny splinters the stones must be cut into in order to supply the demand.
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Angat collapsed in the snow after days and days of wandering pointlessly through the blizzard, blind to his destination. Not that it really mattered to him; he would happily walk into the gaping maw of death if it so chose to open up for him. He was destined to be alone, anyway, why not die alone? It wasn’t like his presence was truly needed; if he was supposed to save, love, or cure anyone, there was always the large chance he’d accidentally kill them with his godforsaken venom.

He lay there for several hours, his eyes slowly shutting as his body’s processes became less and less. He could feel his heart slow, his blood starting to freeze despite his coat in the bitter cold. He began breathing in melted snow, the water in his lungs starting to solidify as his body heat gave way to hypothermia. His limbs started shivering against his will, trying to make up for the heat loss, as he consciously started to control his breathing, hoping to give his last breath some dignity, rather than being some pathetic, shaky final gasp. His eyes shut, and he hoped to see no more.

He heard soft crunches in front of him. Whatever it was, paused, then went around to his side and started picking him up. Delirious and weak, Angat was in no condition to fight back as he was carried away, translucent wings supporting him on the dark blue and tan- furred body. He was oblivious to Dalin’s cheerful smile, elated that he had found the one with the destiny he was most interested in.

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[GRIMDYXE]

This little guy is too cute, I must have it!

I would like to adopt!
Number: 10
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Name: Still deciding >.<
Species: Flying Fox Bat
Personality: Editing!
Likes: Editing...
Dislikes: Editing.
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[Kheisa]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 25
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Name: Katordora "Kat" (♂)

Species: Jungle Smili [relocated]

Personality: Kat's a silly boy. His humor seems without bounds or limits. He's not a perfect hunter but he does his best, and manages to maintain a decent 20% kill rate in his hunts. He enjoys maintaining friendships with those he is acquainted to, and would, metaphorically, take a bullet for one of them. Not in the chest or head, though. More like in the leg or something. His view of the world is a sort of optimistic realism, where he strives to cause, if not the best, a good possible outcome of a situation. He is very social with other smili, often coming up to them for no apparent reason with two portions of a meal, dropping a portion at their feet, and settling down to munch and talk with a complete stranger. He especially tries to do this when he sees a smili looking downtrodden or hungry, because he knows that it's a tough life! Kat is very passive, though, and lacks the territoriality necessary to claim anything he doesn't truly deeply care about as his. He isn't very dexterous, but once did manage to use a sharp bone to punch a hole through his left ear (it's covered by fur and virtually impossible to see) in the event that he wanted to put something through it in remembrance of an event. So far he hasn't. He's thoughtful and mellow, it would seem, without a mean bone in his body. He even apologizes sometimes to his prey just before or just after he's killed it. This leads to a tendency to scavenge for abandoned kills and other recently-dead animals.

Likes: He is not fond of humidity, and much prefers dry, crisp air. Kat finds cold, dry air refreshing on occasion, but not as a general rule. A breeze blowing through his fur, especially an ocean breeze, is also incredibly refreshing to him. Water he finds lovely, but only in moderation-- a romp through a cool puddle he would not mind, or a splash in his face, but a soak he would find increasingly uncomfortable. He especially likes to eat small ungulate-type animals, finding them the most tasteful to his palate, and will sometimes find various types of wild leaves to sprinkle on top of his food and refine the taste further. He likes meeting other smili and finds helping them rather enjoyable as well, and he finds it especially rewarding when he is helped in return, perhaps later. He also finds the rudimentary jewelry that other smili make and wear fascinating, as well as the other pieces of artisan craft they do, and the painterly craft. He's also fond of cubs, but is doubtful about whether he would make a fit father for a litter.
Dislikes: Kat does not like cold weather at all, because it usually is lasting and penetrates beneath his relatively short fur easily. Rain on a chilly day makes him grumble, unless it is a very light drizzle. Conversely, drizzle on an incredibly hot summer's day frustrates him, and he much prefers downpours then. He dislikes returning to his place of rest and finding it occupied, and dislikes hyenas and lions which try to steal his kills, because he hasn't the willpower or the physical strength to fend them off. However, he has nothing against the animals personally-- he merely dislikes when they try to drive him away from what is rightfully his. He dislikes when female smilis are too forward about mating, and when males try to prove their value by insulting him or by throwing their weight around. He dislikes the aggressiveness of water buffalo, which have randomly tried to kill him on many an occasion.

Background:
His mother had sidled up to his father shyly and whispered into his ear. They had started making their den that day. Katordora and his sister had been born. That was all normal. Natural.

But then his mother had begun to lose herself. She forgot his name first, then his father's name. She forgot that she loved his father. She forgot who she was, where she was, and why she was. She forgot everything but his sister, who had been closest to her since she had been born.

One day, he woke up, as any other day, and for some reason his sister and mother had disappeared into thin air. He and his father spent days searching for them, but to no avail. He was less than a year old at the time.

His father had fallen head over heels for his mother, even in just the short time they had been together. But he had persevered, teaching Kat to hunt to the best of his ability and always trying to make sure that he was having a good time. Katordora ended up staying with him for years after most normal smili leave the den, because he could sense that his father needed the company of someone that reminded him of his lost love.

Eventually, all the sunlight drained out of his father. He grew pessimistic and snappish, and it was Kat's job to remind him of the bright side. In effect, their roles were reversed. Kat spent most of his third and fourth years in a state of forced optimism, and eventually it became habit. Whenever his father would say something about how bad they were at hunting, Kat would disagree and then hunt for a day or two straight to try and prove it.

After a time, the pessimism weakened his father's will to live. He grew sluggish and lazy, and one day set his head down and died with a dramatic sigh. Katordora grieved, but his grief was short-lived, because he had unfortunately grown rather tired of being the only one responsible for anything. After saying a few words to his father's memory, Kat left the jungle and headed north.

He found himself, when he reached "north," in a cheery grassland. It was quite different from the jungle he was used to; there was very little shade, very little humidity, and very few trees from which to pounce on prey. In the grasslands, much more stealth was required, and much more speed. Luckily, Kat's coat had never been so long as to weigh him down, and he adapted (though none-too-easily) to the new style of hunting.

Post-migration to the grasslands, two things happened to Katordora.

The first was that he discovered that the largest beasts were often the angriest. Hippos and water buffalo were no things to shake a stick at; they had weapons and speed and strength which they were not afraid to use against him.

The second was that he met other smili. He hadn't met another smili since his mother and sister vanished. Kat met grizzled elder smili and haughty juvenile smili, females and males, and smili that placed special importance on certain objects. Those quickly became his favorite smili to meet, because they always came with stories to tell.

That was the point at which he pierced his ear, in case one day he found he had such a story to tell.

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[SilverHund]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
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Name: Kira
Species: Snowshoe cat
Personality: She is loving and kind despite her awful past
Likes: Golden mice (her favorite food), taking care kittens, Spotty and Wendigo, blue roses (will be explained)
Dislikes: Black mice (yucky), Nasty boy cats, People that don't like Spotty and Wendigo, Anyone who has committed a serious crime
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Kira was born in a small warm den, where she had a lovely life for a time. Then, she met her father. Her father HATED his children with all his heart. especially Kira because of her beauty. Her lovely fur was like an insult right to his face in his eyes. His ugly fur color filled him with rage, causing him to beat her daily, nearly blinding her at one point. At that time, she staggered around for days, practically blind. When her sight returned, she knew she had to escape. She couldn't take anyone else but herself, or her sadistic father would find them and who knows WHAT he would due to them when he did. This fact pained Kira, but she knew she had to do it. When it was the new moon, too dark for her father to find her, Kira left her home. She stepped quietly, jumping at every step, fearing it was her father. After she heard a low growl from a bush, she began to run extremely fast, fearing for her life. Who would rescue her? No one would..Except her mother. That thought stung Kira, and it hurt much more than any bee's. She knew she had to find somewhere to stay, or she would be eaten. She staggered forward, the pain of leaving her family coursing through her body. How can I go on like this?

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Kira woke up and began walking. She was beginning to realize that it would be hard to go on without food or water. She snuffled around for herbs and mice. She found a wet leaf and licked the water off of it. She nibbled on a piece of catnip before seeing an unusual sight. A blue rose. "Huh?" Kira mewed, surprised. She padded over to it and sniffed. It was the most beautiful smell she had ever scented. She heard a crackle in the bush behind her. A huge male lion walked out of the bush. Kira hissed and backed up fearfully. The lion blinked and sat down. Kira cocked her head. "Eh?". Why isn't he attacking me? She asked herself. The lion smiled and said gently, "Hello, what's your name?". "K-Kira," Kira stammered, "And yours?". "I'm Gero," he grinned. Kira smiled back. Gero pointed towards an overgrown path. "Do you want to spend the night at my place?" he asked. Kira nodded, "That would be great!" Gero started leading Kira to a large den lined with feathers and grass. Kira looked around and asked, "Are you sure you want me to stay?". "Of course!" Gero said, rolling his eyeballs before lying down. He curled up and fell asleep. Kira curled up beside and drifted off to sleep. She woke up and smiled. Maybe she could get used to this life. She liked Gero a lot an thought she could have fun living with him. "Uh, Gero?" she asked. "Yeah?" he yawned. "Can i stay with you?" she whispered, embarrassed. "Of course!" came the happy reply. Kira smiled happily, not noticing the lioness coming up behind them. "Who's this?" she asked. "Oh, this is Kira, she will be staying with us," Gero said nervously, apparently having some attachment to this female. Kira became worried for a second but then breathed a sigh of relief as the other lion replied, "okay." She finally had a home to stay. How long would it last like this?
To Be Continued In My Character Thread If I win her!

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[azalea]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 24 <3
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Name: Known as Yoruhiko (Black Prince)
Species: Smili
Personality: Yoruhiko is very curious, and likes to understand everything. He has an extremely quick temper, and kills with efficiency and malice. He's open-minded, yet secretive. He's fair when it comes to fighting. He tries his best not to use his poison as it is an advantage. He keeps things that are dear to him close to his heart. He visits Chiharu's grave every spring (for example). Yoruhiko is pretty much a lost soul. He's been through so much in his life, so much trauma and shock, that he has no idea who he is as a soul in this world. He does not know his purpose, and thus has become the Black Prince.
Likes: The Moon becomes his only comfort, it guides him in the night during his raids. Being alone, where he can think clearly. Although he misses his moonlight talks with Chiharu (A thousand springs).
Dislikes: Kurenai (crimson red) because he was manipulative and controlling, power-hungry and evil. He killed Yoruhiko's sister. Killing people, although sometimes he can't control himself. Having the burden of poison, because he must constantly be focused on self-control. However, he does have poison to thank for being so focused and alert.
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Racing through the forest. Paws treading swiftly and lightly on the dirt. I smiled to myself as the dunderheads behind me struggled to keep up. I skidded around a tree. A loud thud resounded, stirring up the birds. Chuckling to myself. One down, four to go. Stopping abruptly, I twisted my body and dragged my tail on the dirt. My muscles tensed and I leapt straight up into the trees. Those four idiots finally caught up to my signature. They gaped at the mark gouged into the dirt of the forest. It was a straight line leading into a perfectly even spiral, at the center a straight line leading out of the spiral and another line coming out from the edge.

I slunk in towards the heart of the tree, leapt off softly and disappeared into the center of the forest. I ran endlessly on, until I reached my target. It was a large, hearty oak, its branches spreading out far beyond the eye could see. I climbed up stealthily, wary of the watching eyes around me.

“You came!” a teary voice whispered as I reached the top branches of the tree. I nodded to the young mother and dropped the small pouch of herbs near her sick younglings. “Where did you get these herbs? They’re extremely rare and are owned only by the most powerful tribes…” she asked, turning around but seeing nothing but thin air.

Running again, the wind whispering in my ear. They call me Yoruhiko, the Black Prince. I come when I am needed and go when I am no longer. All of them know what I can do, what I chose to do, and who I am. Problem is…I don’t know who I am. I cannot pour my heart out to even my own mind, like a stranger. Mapping my soul is impossible for even the purest of minds.

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Yet to find himself,
The wandering soul
He flies in the night
To escape the light
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I killed a tribe mate when I was six weeks old. He had not deserved death. I was playing in the dirt by myself, paws and face smudged brown. Next thing I knew, a fat ball of fur was on top of me and I could barely breathe. Anger rushed up to my head and the next thing I knew, I had flipped him over and slit his throat open. Red blood flowed out like ribbons, pooling on the ground. I felt the hard stares of my tribe bore into my body. Horror and grief flashed across my face. I awaited my punishment with a grimace and a brave face. But it never came.

The tribe moved on like nothing happened, like I had not just killed a tribe mate in cold blood. I did not understand. They left his decaying body on the ground, untouched for days. I felt so angry and confused.

I spent my days lying in the cool shade, watching all the commotion around me. I noticed that all of the other cubs followed a certain one. He was lean and strong, but he was arrogant. I took a chance of observing him. This cub, as I would later learn, was named Kurenai. A befitting name, as his markings were a bright crimson. He kept his underlings in order with a sharp whack of his tail, crude but seemingly effective. This cub was cunning and intelligent; he made sure anyone bold enough or possibly stupid enough to challenge him was killed immediately. He used fear to control others like a maniac. I held a deep respect for him, yet I loathed him. This cub was too powerful, his ego swollen up too far. I planned my takeover slowly, and methodically. I could tell he knew about my plans, and he wasn’t pleased. Still, six years went by and I defeated him. I had overpowered every single member of my tribe, instilling fear and respect in them. No one dared look me in the eye and I had all the power -- without even killing a single smili. Kurenai was infuriated, although he was still the heir of the chief, he was abandoned and shunned from the others. I was naïve and assumed that was it, that he had learned modesty and discovered a heart. I was wrong.

I wasn’t prepared in my mind. I remember the shock and pain that stabbed my heart when I found my sister’s lifeless body on the floor. Her throat was slit, in the same manner as I killed that cub when I was so young. It was a message, a taunting chant – a sign to me that he still had power and guts. Fury surged through my veins, as I rushed towards Kurenai’s bright red body in the mist.

His back turned to me, I whispered in his ear, words dripping with pure poison, "I'll kill you."

His body tensed immediately and dove, but I was too quick. My claws tore through his skin and flesh endlessly. Blood rained down, splattering and drenching me in red. My vision clouded, but I continued, mercilessly hacking away his flesh. He twisted back and around trying to pin me down. Time had not treated him well, his movements were slower, much slower than from our previous fights years ago. I kicked hard against a boulder, and shot out from under him as I twisted mid-air and kicked him in the face. I tackled him again and again, until I finally bit down on his neck. I had attempted to choke him and break his neck, but something was wrong. I opened my jaws, and released his body. His limp body collapsed on the dirt. He turned feverish, and his heartbeat fragile. He was barely breathing in quick and struggled gasps.

My mind raced as I remembered tales told long ago, of smilis with fangs bearing poison. The victim, like Kurenai, would burn with an intense fever, and short, struggled breaths. Death was of strangulation. The only valid conclusion I could make was that I was one of the poison-fanged smilis, one of the Hebe.

Kurenai flailed to get back on his feet. He lost his balance and fell over creating a cloud of black dust.

"Extraneous movement makes the poison flow faster," I said coldly.

"You son of a..." He whispered, shuddering his last gasp. His eyes clouded and his muscles relaxed. My breath misted in the dark, cool night. I stood frozen near his body, shock finally setting in. Suddenly, there was motion among the trees where the tribe slept. A pair of stony grey eyes stared at me as I dashed up the nearest tree and leapt away. A mournful cry echoed in the large clearing, embedding itself in my mind forever.

I watched from the trees as the elderly female that caught a glimpse of me lean over Kurenai's lifeless body. She cried over him, great big tears splashing onto his red fur. Then, the female tensed as she sniffed and pawed at my bite mark. She could tell her son was poisoned.

This would not do, I thought to myself. Having a background of fighting, the tribe will assume I killed him, the chief's heir. Worse, they will know I am a Hebe. Hebe were hated and despised among my tribe. They would immediately plot to assassinate me.

The elder suddenly began to warn the others of my presence in the tree.

And I ran. I ran and ran, and never once looked back.

I landed in a heap on the cool floor, exhausted, and ten miles away from the place I once called my home. My vision blurred and I blacked out, barely glimpsing the pair of icy blue eyes staring at my form.

When I awoke, the sun was shining down on me. Its warmth penetrated by cold mood and dried up my blood-matted fur. A sparsely-leaved tree provided ample shade as I crawled feebly under. I lay there, resting in the cool breeze, trying to forget what had happened the night before...or at least what I thought was the night before. How long was I asleep? I asked myself.

"Two nights," said a soft voice like water flowing across a leaf. I jumped when I saw a beautiful grey tabby smili with ice blue eyes.

"Wh-what?" I managed to mumble through a parched mouth.

"You were asleep for two nights," she said primly. "Chiharu."

"Yoruhiko." I decided to say my dubbed name instead of my birth name. Perhaps she had heard of me.

Chiharu frowned and half hissed, "That's not your real name, but you must have a reason not to tell me it... 'Black Prince' huh...how ostentatious."

I snorted, "And 'A Thousand Springs' is not?" Despite myself, I couldn't help but trust this strange smili, yet I had a natural feeling of trickery...

She simply smiled and continued, "You are a Hebe."

"You aren't scared," I said, as if to reassure myself.

"Why? Should I be?" Chiharu asked. She walked plaintively up to me. "The fangs may be poison, but the soul is pure."

I stood there, mystified at this strange female. "You are too willing to trust."

"And you are too unwilling. It is better to have died from trusting an enemy than to have died from not trusting a friend. Is it not?" she replied simply.

"Wit saves one from any amount of trouble, thus I would not die from either of your scenarios," I stated.

Chiharu laughed and slipped back into the shadows. I leapt up into the tree behind me and followed her as she ran on the ground. Gaining speed, I leaped from branch to branch, trailing her by just a foot. Suddenly she made a swift turn around a tree, and I jumped onto the dirt. The feeling of flying, the air rushed through my fur, the trees whizzing by in a blur. Finally, I caught up to her and we ran side by side. Chiharu winked playfully at me and made another tight spin around a tree. I lost my footing for a moment, but quickly caught up to her. She laughed and raced forward, two yards ahead of me. Suddenly, she span in a circle, dragging her tail across the floor and disappeared up a tree. I almost stumbled into the deep mark gouged into the reddish dirt, two feet wide in diameter.

"Okay, you want to play that game? I can play too," I yelled at the tree. Another soft laugh.

Determined, I quickly ran back a hundred meters. Readying my body for a brisk run, I burst towards Chiharu's deep mark with incredulous speed. I dropped my tail down to the floor right next to her tree and spun briskly, picking up my tail and dropping it a precise moments. Finally I used my powerful hind legs to propel myself up the tree. Chiharu was hiding towards the trunk of the tree.

She grinned at me, and said, "You just made a Miark. Follow me, you are one of us now."

A strange feeling swept through me. For some reason, I felt a sense of trust for a complete stranger...and even more, I felt like I had a real family for the first time in my life.

~~~
Our hero finds his place at last
But will it last or go by too fast
A blur it's gone forever
Never to come back
Save it quick
A memory flickering in the mind
~~~

My heart pounded, racing through the forest. Soft cherry blossoms fluttered around my shadowy fur. Moonlight shone through the trees, dancing as I blurred past the green leaves and dirt. I smiled at the memory of her and me running along the forest line on a night like this. Laughing out loud to no one, as I imagined her face if she knew I had just finished a raid. "A mission!? On the day of my passing? Do you find this humorous?" she would have said, her voice angry but her face laughing.

No, she would have understood. It was after all a mission for a young mother and her cubs. Although, and it gives me mild shame to admit this, I did somewhat enjoy stealing from my old tribe. The memories, the sights, the smells. How invigorating it was to enter where I was shunned and leave again on my own terms.

The moon brightly guided my way through the dark forest, cheerfully and faithfully following my every step. I glanced up to the sky at the smiling moon. Its smile mirrored hers; I always believed that her spirit was ensnared inside. The pure moon was lonely tonight, no stars were flickering nearby. I stopped briefly in front of a great willow, weeping from endless sadness. Slowly but steadily, I carefully carved my Miark into the dirt. This great and wondrous tree used to be her favorite, and the moon seemed to smile brighter down onto Earth.

Another brisk run and I had arrived at my destination. A grove of beautiful cherry trees surrounded me, their flowers drifting down slowly in the wind. I walked softly on the petals that had fallen to the ground, to the youngest tree. Its branches were young and lean, the flowers sparsely spread on the branches. My wondrous moon gazed softly from behind the branches. Right at the trunk of the tree, lay her grave.

The grave was marked with a polished marble stone. The veins were gold; the stone itself was pale peach. Stooping down, I lay the fresh azaleas I had picked on the way here near the stone. Besides cherry blossoms, azaleas were her favorite.

Back against the trunk of the sapling, I sat by Chiharu's grave and watched the moon slowly leave, giving rise to the sun. A new spring day.

A slight breeze ruffled the sapling. Alone and fragile, a single blossom drifted down near the marble stone, catching my tears as they rolled down my cheeks.


Fin ~~



A picture you drew: If I don't end up adopting Yoruhiko, I'd like the art to go the new owner if they would like it. NOTE: the pic will be edited so that the smili is just running up a tree, his special calling card/symbol won't be shown x)


Yoruhiko leaping up the tree after making his Miark (see bottom left corner) which he uses in the present day as his calling card (every famous, master thief must have one x3).

[Xanre]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5

Name: Voided Abyss
Species: Astral Fox/Galaxy Fox
Personality: Void can come across as cold and self-important to some, only because he prefers not to interact with terrestrial beings. He doesn't trust many individuals other than Dark Matter, and terrestrial beings all seem the same: greedy, selfish, and always angry.
Only his daughter can accurately describe his personality: he is curious and innocent, and has an open, kind heart because, despite his monstrous size, he is truly a kit at heart. He will marvel for hours over new things he has never seen or heard of before. He loves to be with other beings of his kind, the creatures who have been born from celestial bodies.
Likes: Void loves to take longs walks through space either alone or with Dark Matter. He is astounded by the unnatural beauty that surrounded him at his birth, and loves to share it with her.
He also loves to stare up at the stars from the Earth. Thinking about how he was born up in the skies is somewhat comforting to him, as he knows he can always look to the skies to be reminded of home. If ever he needs to calm down or relax, he will spend hours staring up at the sky, until his eyes seem to be devoid of expression and he appears as if he is staring blankly into space.
Dislikes: Although Void doesn't hate being the Astral Guardian, he doesn't enjoy it much, either.
Background: Had the powerful telescopes of today existed at the time of Voided Abyss's birth, and if any human chanced to be watching the collapse of the Keyaran Galaxy, they would have seen the once great and mighty galaxy fold in upon itself and disappear into a black hole. This might have seemed a phenomenon to any onlooker, even without the marvelous events that took place afterward. From out of the black hole escaped a single flash of light.
The pull of a black hole is said to be so strong, no light can escape it. And yet, this light did. To any being watching from Earth, the light would have shot across the sky and suddenly come to a halt just south of the North Star. It would have then faded slowly from the sky, dimming until the darkness regained control. But any onlooker would fail to see that as the light slowly faded, the shape of a powerful fox would have slowly taken shape. When the light had disappeared completely into oblivion, the fox's glowing white eyes slowly slid open.
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Voided Abyss...Voided Abyss... The thought rang through the astral fox's mind. And suddenly, he realized he was aware of it. The majestic creature shook his head. What was going on? He tried to recall any memories from before. Was there a "before"? He wasn't sure. In truth, he wasn't even sure if there was a "now". It all seemed so ethereal, so dreamy. Was it a dream? If so, what would happen when he was awakened? Usually, when a being travels to the realm of dreams, they retain memories of what they were like before, in the real world. The astral fox had none. He had nothing to hold on to, nothing to tell him he really, truly existed. Nothing but a name. The astral fox clung to the resounding thought. Voided Abyss.
A name gives a being life, purpose. With one small fragment of information he could be certain of, Voided Abyss felt safe, even in his uncertainty of everything else.
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It was evening. Three fox kits nipped mischieviously at each other.
"Haha, got you Silaro!" A shout rang out through the muggy evening air. The one called Silaro sat down hard and looked at his attacker.
"No fair. I wasn't paying attention!"
"Not my problem." The other kit shrugged. Suddenly, a bolt of light lit up the sky. All three kits stared at the sky in amazement.
"Woah," they breathed in unison. As soon as the light came, it vanished. All three ran to the clearing where their den was located. "Mother! Mother! What was that?" They chorused, upon seeing their mother standing in the clearing, gazing up at the sky. The older fox smiled.
"The astral guardian has returned."
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(A few days have passed. It is around ten in the morning on Earth.)
Voided Abyss padded slowly through the emptiness of space. It felt strange, as if there were some surface underneath his paws, yet when he looked down, there was only nothingness. With every step he took, a flare of light shot out from under his paws. He was proud of his majesty, but he was lonely. He gazed down upon the Earth. He could tell there were other beings on the planet, but had no idea how to get there. He wanted to leave this lonely black void. He had to go somewhere. Inside, he felt a yawning gap, like the black hole from which he was born.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He began to run, directly at the Earth (In space, there's really no "up" or down", especially for Void; he can walk sideways and still feel rightside up). Faster amd faster he went, so fast that a flurry of flames danced their insane dance around him. He entered the planet's atmosphere, and discovered he no longer needed to move his limbs. The force of the Earth's gravity was doing all the work for him. As the air rushed past his face, he thought about how amazing it felt. He closed his eyes and listened to the fierce whistle of the winds in his ears. He opened his eyes again, and just happened to look down. It was then he noticed the ground. Although his paws had never touched a truly solid surface, he imagined it would hurt when he careened into it. He thought frantically of a way to keep himself from plummetting into the hard-packed brown substance. As he was about to make contact with the ground, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact. But it never came.
He opened them again. He was standing in the air, in the same manner as when he was in space. Instead of one flash of light shooting out from under his paws, a continuous ring flared around them. He slowly descended to the ground, walking as if he was going down a staircase. His paws touched the ground for the first time.
It felt much different from standing in the air. He liked being able to look down without seeing that frightening emptiness gazing up at him and pulling at him with its spindly black fingers. He grinned, and was suddenly overcome by the gaiety of a young kit. He leapt into the air, twisting in mid-leap and landing on all four paws. He continued to frolic about until he finally ran out of energy. Voided Abyss flopped in a bed of dandelions, sending up a huge whitish cloud. He exhaled peacefully. This was the sort of life he had been expecting.
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(Two days have passed.)
Void felt his eyelids grow heavy, and was having trouble keeping them open. What was happening to him? He didn't know. He fought to keep his eyes open, but soon, his lids fell over his eyes and he drifted off to the realm of sleep.
Voided Abyss.
A voice rang out in the stillness. His glowing eyes blinked open.
He looked around. He was obviously not in the clearing he had fallen asleep in. He was now surrounded by an empty black void. All he could see was darkness. The voice rang out again.
Voided Abyss.
It had an almost feminine sound to it. He saw a pair of glowing eyes appear. It was then that the thought popped into his mind: He was "dreaming". More and more of the unknown creature came into view, and Void saw that it was a beautiful vixen, who looked almost like him.
Hello....Astral Guardian.
The voice rang out cold and clear, but had a strange echo to it.
"What...what do you mean?" He questioned. With a start, he realized what he had done: he had just spoken. His voice sounded odd; it had the same echo to it as the vixen's, but was much deeper.
You are him, you know. The vixen blinked. The protector of the universe.
"Why...me?"
You are brave and strong, yet have an innocent heart. I saw this the moment you were born. I selected you.
"Who are you?"
The previous Astral Guardian. The vixen smiled, a peaceful, serene expression that spread slowly across her beautiful glossy muzzle. I will guide you throughout your lifetime. Through your reign as Astral Guardian.
"In my thoughts?"
Oh no. The vixen chuckled. I'll find a better way. Trust me.
"O-okay. But how will I know when you're trying to communicate with me?"
You'll know. The vixen began to fade.
"Wait! What's your name?" Void called after her. The vixen had only begun to state her title before she vanished completely:
Dark....
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Void awoke, and looked around. How long had he been out? The skies were dark, and he could see the stars twinkling from above. It was as if the vixen had never been there. Void shook his head. Of course she had never been there! It was a dream. All a dream. Or perhaps, a vision...
Void sat, meditating on his "vision", when suddenly, he felt slight pressure on one of his tails. He whirled around to face the offender: a young, gray astral jackal with shining blue eyes. The jackal shuffled nervously, then gave an uneasy chuckle.
"Uh...I...um...are you an astral fox?" Void's eyes opened wider. She sounded like the vixen who had come to him in the dream, only her voice had more of an adolescent sound to it rather than a full-grown adult. The jackal must have noticed Void's stare, because she took a step back back. "Everything okay?" she asked, with an uncertain expression on her face. Now it was Void' turn to stammer.
"Nnnhh...yes. You just...you sound like someone I know. Or at least I think I know." A wave of relief went over the astral jackal.
"I just got here!" She began chattering away, all suspicion of Void completely erased from her young mind. "Did you see that star implode? That's when I was born! It was so cool! I don't even know who I remember the implosion because I didn't even exist at that point, but still, it was awesome!" A slight smile crossed Void's face. This jackal certainly was a hyper one. "Anyway, my name's Dark Matter. What's yours?" Void stopped short. Had he heard right? Dark Matter?
"V-voided Abyss," he responded.
"You've got that weird look again. What's wrong with you?" the jackal prodded. Void's next question caught Dark completely off guard.
"Do you know anything about the Astral Guardian?"
"Hunh? Astral Guardian? Where did that come from?" Void's focused stare made the young astral jackal uncomfortable. She shifted around some more, then answered. "Well, ah, I do remember something...I don't know how...it's like all the memories and thoughts in my head were there from birth and I just had to uncover them. I know the Guardian's duty is to shelter a certain region of the universe from any danger that might befall it...and that there are at least ten in all..." Void marveled at the jackal. Was this the vixen's way of "guiding" him? Was this young jackal her, only reborn into a younger form? Dark went on and on about the Astral Guardian, her "memories" obviously coming to light quickly. Once she was done, she looked at Void, as if wondering why he was asking. Void apparently did not notice her inquisitive look.
"I have to leave," he said. "See you around?" He turned and began to walk away.
"Wait!" her voice sounded from behind him, and a second later, the little jackal was at his side again. "I...I want to come with too." she said in a quiet voice.
"You don't even know where I'm going!" retorted Void.
"Better than mulling around here all my life! Come on, please? I won't get in your way, trust me!" Void realized that Dark Matter had to be the vixen's way of guiding him, and his heart softened towards the little creature.
"Mrrr...all right." The fox tried to make himself sound reluctant, but Dark saw right through it. She chuckled.
"You'd make a great father, you know?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah! I never say anything unless I mean it!"
"You really think so?"
"Of course. So...will you?"
"Will I....?"
"Be my father?" The little jackal's blue eyes seemed to plead with him. Void paused for a minute, as if he was putting serious thought into it. Then, his tense expression broke into a relaxed smile.
"Of course." The jackal jumped into the air with joy.
"Really? You really mean it?"
"I do. I never say anything unless I mean it." Void smiled, quoting his adopted daughter. He picked her up by the scruff of her neck, and began to bound throught the forest.
"Hey! Put me down!" Dark shouted, with a good natured twinkle in her eye. Void grinned and kept running.
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Once Dark's shining blue eyes had closed and her breathing slowed down, Void curled up next to her to keep her warm. Soon, his eyes began to close as well.
Well, did you like it? The vixen's voice rang out through the empty black void once again.
"I did. Thank you."
Although Dark has her own personality, her mind contains my memories. That way she'll be able to help you when you are in need of my guidance. You can be a truly great Astral Guardian, Void. I trust in you.
"Thank you." Void repeated. Then, as the vixen began to fade, he whispered softly. "Dark Matter."
A picture you drew:

[Bill]

I would like LOVE to adopt!

Number: Five (5)

Picture:

Name: Voided Abyss (Void)

Species: Galaxy Wolf (Changed from fox to wolf. Spotty’s rules accepted this.)

Personality: Void Abyss is a mysterious creature. He is a loner; the only person he truly trusts is his adopted daughter. He puts off a very aggressive vibe but deep down he just wants to be accepted by the other wolfs, who have casted him into the shadows for being a dreaded galaxy wolf.

Likes: His adopted daughter Dark Matter, starry skies, running threw the night, howling at the moon, full moons, thunderstorms, the hope that there are other galaxy wolfs like him.

Dislikes: Daytime, being seen, his daughter being in danger, 'normal wolfs' (besides his daughter), not being able to be in the lyric tribe, hateful words towards him, being noticed, his reflection.

Background: (When it gets to a part with * * * * * it is either beginning or ending him telling a part of his story)

“Dad, how did you become to be as you are today?” Dark Matter asked me
“It’s a very long story dear. Maybe another time I will tell you.” I said, I could tell an argument was brewing. When Dark Matter wanted to know something she wanted the answer immediately.
“Come on Dad please? I will promise to listen” she begged me
“Alright fine…. Here goes nothing” I really didn’t feel like telling this story but I would do anything for Dark Matter even if she was just my adopted daughter.
* * * *
Deep in the forest a wolf lay with her four pups. She was the Alpha female of the Lyric tribe. Her mate approached her slowly, this was his first litter. He was over whelmed by the fact. “How are you doing” he said slowly, staring at his little wolfs as he drew closer
“Fine” she said “I should be asking that to you, you seem nervous.”
He replied defensively “I am fine, I am the new father of these beautiful pups. I am overjoyed. Truly I am.” The new mother looked up at him and smiled.
Father lay next to them and said, “I wonder what the future holds for them.” One of the puppies threw back his head and let out a howl. Mother looked at father and said,
“He is your only son in the litter, he is a feisty one.” The father wolf glanced at his son; the little black and grey bundle had just fallen asleep.
“He is going to be just like you I can already tell. I think you should name him dear.” Mother said.
Father thought about it for a few minutes, what should his only soon be named? “Void” father said “My first born son will be named Void.”
* * * * *
“Silly, I know the story of when you were born! You told me that awhile ago, I want to know how you became….” She paused; she knew it was a touchy subject with me
“A galaxy wolf?” I finished for her; she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said “Yes Father” she said, Dark Matter would be the second person to truly know what happened to me. The only other was my father,
* * * * *
I was young when it happened, I’m not sure of what age. My father and I were out hunting for the pack, we had stumbled upon a pack of elk grazing. Father was teaching me techniques of hunting. On his first try he caught a large male elk. I looked up to my father greatly, and wanted to be just like him. So I tired and failed. Father laughed and then sat down. He looked up at the moon and let out the loudest howl I have ever heard. Are pack emerged out of the darkness, father said “eat up” and than walked away. I chased after him. “Where are you going dad?” I had asked
“No where in special son, you’re welcome to come along.” Dad said
We walked for about a mile when he stopped, and looked at me.
“Son one day, I won’t be here anymore. When that time comes you will become the alpha male. I want you to take care of the pack for me. I…” Dad started, I cut him off before he could finish “I love you father, please stop talking like this.” I pleaded, this upset father greatly. “You need to listen to me son, I mean it. I had a dream and something bad is going to happen to me son. I am going to die, nobody can stop it, and you have to do as I say you understand me?” Father spoke franticly, all I could do was look at him.
“What happens in the dream father?” I asked, I needed to know. I needed to figure out a way to stop it from happening. My father couldn’t die. “You wont believe me son, I barley believe myself.” Dad said, he started walking away. “Tell me now.” I demanded, father turned around, I had never talked to him like that in my life. “The galaxy will kill me son, galaxy wolfs.” Father said, I could hear it in his voice he wasn’t lying. Father had told me legends about the wolfs who live in the galaxy, there mean creatures. They value nobodies life and kill whoever get in there way. The have an aura around them. It’s purple normally but when they get enraged it turns black. When there aura turns black they become blood thirsty beasts. The markings on there fur become a florescent white, the color nearly blinds you and if they find you, you will die, or worse become one of them. Father looked at me and said “A galaxy wolf will find me son. I will fight them to the death, and I will die. They won’t turn me into one of them.”
“Father the future can change! Nothing in life is certain I wont let you die I promise you that.” I said
Father only stared at me. He began to walk away slowly. All I could do was fallow him. We were half way back to the pack when out of the corner in of my eye I saw something. It was unreal, my father was right. Two feet in front of me there was a galaxy wolf with a black aura. He was staring viciously at my father. I began to run as fast as I could to save him. I got to father before the wolf did, dad was pushed to safety. I was the one who got attacked. Before my father could even fight back the wolf had tore into my neck. I was bleeding badly, I couldn’t move. Everything went black the only thing I remember before that was hearing my father pitifully howling over my body. I wanted to die, I wished I could die. I was one of the unlucky few who didn’t die. When I awoke my father and mother were beside me. Mother was whimpering and dad was snarling. I slowly sat up, I was terribly sore and still disoriented. Dad told mother to leave, she looked and me once before she ran off. That would be the last time I would ever see her. Father looked at me in disgust and yelled furiously at me “Why couldn’t you leave things alone? Why did you have to mess everything up? Look at you! Your one of them now. I was met to die! It was my time to go. You shouldn’t have saved me. You’re a beast now and you can’t be trusted.” My heart dropped to the floor. “But dad…” I managed to choke out.
“No” he said quietly “I am not your father anymore. Now leave.” I wanted to run, run as fast as I could for as long as I could. I couldn’t more; the words my father had said ripped threw my heart. The pain was worse then my attack. “NOW!” he snarled and chased after me, I could finally move. I realized the words my dad said were true. None of my family wanted me; I was now to be alone for the rest of my life.
* * * *
“Not completely alone” I finished “I have you.” Dark Matter ran up to me and began licking my face “Oh dad! I am so sorry” she cried “I never knew it was so bad. I love you dad, even if you are a galaxy wolf.” I looked at her and she looked up at me. Quietly I said “and I love you.”

A picture you drew:


These were hand drawn; they are not colored because i didn’t have the right colors needed. lol

[Rainbow Dash]

Hey Wendigo, I haven't check here in a little while and I don't really know what an Adoption Cap Slot is. Could you explain? I want to know if I should use it before putting in my form.

Sure! Adoption Cap Slot is basically a pass to adopt one more than the limit (which is 5)

So if you already adopted 5, but you see a character you really want, you can contact me or Atwood and ask to allow one more adoption. You don't have to use that up right away, you can save it until you see a character you absolutely must have.

Does that make sense? You can prod me and go "wth wendigo that made no sense at all!"

[White_Wolf_Bane]

EDITING!!!
I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture:
Name: Void
Species: Galaxy Fox
Personality: Void can seen like a menacing and snarling kitsune-type-creature, but in reality... he somewhat is. He gets a sort of satisfaction by striking terror into the hearts of his enemies, and yet can be kind andcaring twoards those who he knows; the only exception is with equantences, since he does not know them that well and, frankly, doesn't really know what to do. On another note, Void has the tendancy to think about everything like a battle plan, such as how to inflict the most amount of damage in a short amount of time, or how to terrorise the enemy most effectivley. Besides being very calculating, Void normaly says things in a sofisticated manner, or spews off a little poetry that came to him spur of the momment. These things prove that he has a, somewhat, artistic soul that longs to create poetry, and that he is inteligent and likes to prove that fact. He's not egostatistical at all, but at times he can be vengeful, epecially twoards somone who's harmed or even killed a loved one.
Likes: Void enjoys very little; he likes to read poetry in his spare time along with the release he feels when he feels he's avenged a loved one. He loves spending what precious time he has with the ones he holds most dear, and can only hope that nothing tragic happens to take them away from him.
Dislikes: Void dislikes, or hates, rather, when someone he holds most dear is injured, murdered, or just plain old dies. He feels that his "family," or what he considers to be, is becoming smaller and smaller in number, and that he will soon be all alone. The feeling of lonelyness is another thing that Void hates to feel, and ever since his daughter dissapeared, he has felt thaat horrid emotion every single day.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.):
Stars hung in a somber silence in the cold night air, but sadly the moon was not visible to accent them on this night. Although the stars tried their best, they couldn't illuminate the earth bellow as well as moonlight could; and the lack of light made it all the harder to flee from a unseen foe. The man panted as he ran across the abandoned pasture and back into the safety of the woods just beyond.
'I can't see it anywhere!' he thought, ' Where is it!?' he became so lost in his thoughts of where it might come next, that he tripped over a stone, twisting his ankle. "Gack!" He hissed. Despite the pain, he launced himself up off the ground and onto his feet; he needed to hurry, and if he didn't, it would be his funeral. He made an all or nothing dash twoards the sanctity of the woods, despite his throbing ankle, and he almost made it. Almost. Suddenly, a swirling purple mist danced through the air like a kitsune from hell's flames. The man stopped dead in the pasture, and he knew it was the end. Out of the flame-like mist, a dark grey paw slowly emerged, then one paw became two, and following soon after was some sort of chest; there was a beam of light where its heart was. Just as the beast's grey and blue head emerged, the process seemed to speed up, and not a minuet later, it was out, and he looked glorious and menacing. His eyes were shining even brighter than the stars, and the only things that could be seen were the shining spots that covered it's body, and glowing purple flames that encased them. "Void..." The man gasped.

"So, you thought you could out-run me, eh?" He chuckled. The man trembled as he tried to back away, falling on his backside when doing so. Void laughed before he spoke. "Even now, you think that you can escape," he paused, pondering what to say next, "Sadly, this shall be the last time you try to run, with your little rat tail waving the white flag." The man was imobilized by his fear, and Void took the opertunity to pounce on him, preventing all chances of escape. He raised one paw in the air as if to slash his new-found victim, which caused the man to whince; instead, though, he used his claw to make a verical dash in the air. Where his claw created a line, the purple flames gathered into another swirling vortex. The man began to sqwirm and cryout, as if he could alter his fate. No one can alter their fate when it is in another's grasp. "Instead of killing you myself, I think I'll send you somewhere you can suffer untill you breath your last... or take your own pitiful exsistace. I want you to know how my daughter, Dark Matter, felt as you shipped her off to her doom."
"N-no! I can't! Please! Have mercy!!" The man cried; tears filled his eyes as he tried to bargan for his own life.
"How can I show mercy to you when you would not do the same for my daughter?" He said as the malace he tried to hide so well dripped off of his words. The man froze, and his eyes widened; he realized that this was, truely the end, and no matter how hard he fought against it, it would come either way. "It is time for the rat to meet its fate to the crule, salavating jaws of the cat." Void hefted the man up by the collar of the shirt, taking his paws off him. Void flung him into the portal, as the man screamed his final goodbye to the world. "And so, the rat passes with one final scream..." Void said. A sudden burst of cold wind rushed through his fur and sent a shivery tingle down his spine and partly parted the purple flames that surrounded him. He looked up at the moonless skys and let out a sigh." Dark May," he whispered, using his daughter's nickname, " I wonder if you're happy wherever you may be... and if you saw me now, you would probably be ashamed of what I've become..."
Void gave one last solomn look twoards the sky before raising his paw once more and creating a vortex with the slash of his finger. Before stepping through the portal, he whispered, "Good bye, My dear..." as he shoved his muzzle through. It seems he was saying his one, final goodbye to his beloved daughter before he went back home; a home where he was all alone. He thought that she was gone forever, but he couldn't have been more wrong. She was out there, somewhere, and she was close to him in more ways than one.

Void lept out of the portal, solomn look on his face. he let out a sigh, thinking that from now on, his life would have no meaning.
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Other: Void has the power to travel through space and time through portals, and can use them at will. He has been destrught since the dissapearence of his adopted daughter, Dark Matter, and has been hunting down the criminals he has found to be responsible. The flames that surround him change to black when he is extreamly sad or enraged; they turned black the day Dark Matter vanished. Also, he is immortal, and can, therfore, never die unless killed by an unkown method.

[Meadow]

I would love to adopt!
Number. 5
Picture.
Name. Voided Abyss {Void}
Species. Galaxy Fox

Personality.
Insane. He's crazy beyond help and even he knows it. He stares at nothing, talks to himself, laughs an insane laugh at random moments, spews light, and hears voices. How much more insane can a demonic fox get?
Messy. Definitely messy. Thank goodness he does not eat! He slurps water like there's no tomorrow, dousing any critter near, dousing his own face, and pretty much this just results in water... all over. He loves to dig holes in the middle of the forest, especially when the voices in his head tell him too, resulting in giant piles of dirt randomly in the forest. He'll know over some trees from time to time, but if they're super small, he'll just step on them. He does not pay attention to detail, at all. That would probably make him a crappy artist too, due to his lack of creativity as well.
Simplistic. Again, not paying attention to detail, he is simple. He only needs his Dark Matter, and none of the other creatures could possibly matter to him. Though his mind can be complex, his actions are not. It’s just another reason he enjoys his dear forest on earth. He doesn’t care for anything that’s over thought, anything that has “detailed” written on it.
Quiet. He doesn’t like the sound of his voice, and he doesn’t like to talk a lot because of his simplicity, and when he does, he's very soft spoken. Most things are better unspoken; most meaningful events aren’t made by talking, in Void’s opinion. He’s perfectly content spending time with others (*CoughCough*DarkMatter*Cough*) without a word spoken, and in fact, he would rather prefer that. The voices in his head do enough talking to last him a lifetime.


Likes.
Running, open spaces, being sloppy, Dark Matter.

Dislikes.
Fighting, his voice, storms, isolation, voices in his head.

Background.
Two centuries ago…
While the earth was awake yet calm, the sun was generous with its warmth and all who both basked in it and drew breath from the oxygen-ous environment could not possibly determine that some thing was not right. Nonetheless, the change was not happening on the wee planet labeled earth, but in the depths of space. What might be called a galaxy, but latter termed “Galaxy Fox” was in the process of… evolution. Creation’s beginnings had long since past, billions of years ago, when an elderly galaxy had passed from life to death, and the cycle had begun once again. In reality, this creation was nearly finished.

Five score ago…
The creation had long since ceased. Though it was not a long time in space, it would seem so on Earth.
The galaxy fox was born. Tethering gently in space was it. Galaxies are for the most part stationary. But since this fox was but part fox, he was different. He moved through the currents, past the black holes and other unimaginable things as he sailed through the universe. As he neared the earth, covering an immense distance, years of his childhood passed by, yet time was meaning-less. He slowed down as he passed large space paraphernalia, but kept a pretty steady, fast pace.
And so he grew up alone. It was quite sad, and perhaps this is the reason why he hears voices. The only thing he could cling to was those voices, really. They told him his name, they kept him company...

Six years ago…
The sweet gravity of Earth pulled him in.
Like a lost soul being forcefully pulled on tract, somewhat unwillingly.
And all of the being alone had finally come to an end.
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He was pulled into the layers of earth’s atmospheres, meticulously and forcefully. His being have galaxy allowed him protection against the rough mesosphere.
He was sucked in, and eventually found himself under the cover of the trees and the sunlight just barely peaking through to greet him.

The voices in his head started again. They were confused. Lost.
It was then that this fox arose, to get a look around. He was easily the size of half a tree; he towered over most creatures. But where was he? It was all such a blur.
Around him was forest... it was everywhere. Everywhere there were brown sticks with leaves sprouting out of them, and beneath him was the steady ground of grass.
This scared him a little, being in such an unfamiliar place. Though he longed for someone to talk to besides the voices in his head. And so he set forth, through the dense forest. But there was a problem with his fierce looks and demonic size, the fact that he was quite insane, really, and the fact that his body spewed light. He scared away most creatures, which would definitely be a road block in making friends and other such things. And though he was a powerful beast, he did not feel like a beast inside. He felt strangely fox-like on this planet called earth.
For days on end he slept alone, ate alone, and passed the awful dragging time alone. The moment he became present at the small, trickling drinking stream, he found himself sloppily lapping up water alone after the creatures fled with fear. Rumors had gone around about this oddly unnatural, blue, glowing, giant fox. Some didn’t even think that it was a fox.
And so all of the critters of the forest shied away from him. It was ludicrous, really. Voided Abyss survived on energy from his star-ingested inners, not the meat of these critters.(Although being half fox he did need water to sustain himself on earth.) He was sweet, deep down, not as demonic as he looked, except on very bad days. Passive on most days. He was still crazy though. He'd talk to himself, like a crazy fox, and sometimes his eyes would dart in every direction, or he would stare off into space for an hour.
Although, he had to admit that he did look and was very powerful, making him an unwanted threat. And so for another half a month he was his crazy self from lack of socialism...

Sixty-six months ago...
"Well, my name's Dark Matter. I'm not like the others either. I came from space too, so maybe we're even related! Since stars are all sort of connected, you know? Yeah, that would be so epic. You can hang with me from now on. I know I'm not much, but I'm better than nothing, right?" This was Dark Matter speaking. This interesting, zesty young fox whom happened to run into Voided Abyss. At this time, Void was still friendless. Still shunned because of his beautiful pelt that was so dramatically different from the ordinary critters of the forest. Although, it was true. This "Dark Matter" was definitely different too. She had an awfully beautiful grey coat, yet also was not accepted by those mediocre creatures.
By this time Dark Matter must have realized that he speaks rather seldom. Most times he's listening to his voices for a response. But this fox was rather content with not speaking much. His voice was terribly odd; it was deep yet shiny, and had just such a funny tone to it, and it was so very deep. He did not like it. And so he just gave a light nod in response and stared off into the sky as Dark Matter rambled on...

Three years ago...
Enough time had past and eventually Dark Matter, or Void's adopted daughter by that time, had gotten Void to finally talk a little. At this time Voided Abyss was more content with his life here on Earth. He had a daughter even! And that would be all Voided Abyss would ever need.

"What did it feel like... you know drifting in space all those years?" Dark Matter looked up at Void.
Voided's ears twitched as he replied, "I don't remember much. But it was ok. I felt like a galaxy; I felt like I was doing whatever a galaxy is supposed to do. But something was different. I was alive, and I did not have to breathe oxygen or eat like you. I relied solely on the energy coming from my inside. Also, I was floating. Look up at the stars, and tell me, do you see them... drifting? No, of course not. They are stationary. I don't know how I was pulled here. Perhaps I was rather close. But that's just another thing that sets me apart from the stars. And of course, emotions. I felt alone, a lot. It was kind of cold, too. But most of all, I longed to stay still; to plant my feet in something steady, like your earth. And I only miss space sometimes, only when I dream and my dreams make space seem heavenly."
He sighed, smiled, and hacked a quiet giggle to himself. Dark Matter was just falling asleep next to him.

Two years ago...
Humans had seen Void appear. Seeing as he was way less than a light year away, he did not go unknown. And of course, as he drifted into earth, the satellites picked him up. And so the American government had been searching, secretly of course, for years just for this "alien." And of course, they tried to cover Voided's mysterious landing up, by saying it was... maybe a government experiment. Or, maybe it was a falling meteoroid! It could've even been part of the satellite falling off! Whatever the case, all of these lies were floating around.
But at this time, they were awfully close. They new which forest he was in even. It was just a matter of time...

Twenty-Two months ago...
He was thrust into the cage, slammed into the trailer on his side, and jerked as the vehicle took sharp corners as his world went black. Humans were not interested in compassion. It was silly and an utter waste of time. Instead, the moment Voided was captured, he was trifled by harsh and otherwise inhumane methods. And Void did not fight back, so he was an easy catch. He did not enjoy the methods of fighting.
The day had started out quite nice, surprisingly.
Even the sun was somehow shining through the dense, deep green evergreens.
At one point, Void needed a drink. He's a big animal, and so therefore must drink a lot of water to keep sustained. As he made his way over to the small community pond, leaving Dark Matter, he was approached by the humans. And that was where it started to get fuzzy.
~
The voices were alarmed. Voided Abyss awoke to the shouting in his mind; insane, hysteric yelling. Annoying.
Voided was confused as well, just not so frightened. Yet. The room, or rather building, could easily be open, but instead stacked with boxes, only leaving a few isles that seemed assessable by cars or even trucks. The floor was cemented yet dusty; the ridged hung-ceiling curved to form a rough, long semicircle that also served as the walls. Area 51.
Void was strapped with ropes of all sizes, allowing him little moving room inside his extremely small, barred cage. Void tensed. His ears flattened against the back of his skull as he let out a small growl. He was not used to being in small spaces. The space he knew was vast and the forest was at least roomy. He did not like this.
Pulling against the strong ropes, he only managed to get one rope lose. Possibly because of this commotion, or maybe because it was precisely 11:00 am, a man entered the building on a small military-styled truck. As he approached, Void took in his dusty, olive-green short sleeved jumpsuit with matching dusty boots. But Void’s gaze shifted as he was what was behind the man. A semi truck-styled automobile with a large trailer trailed the man.
~
Nearly an hour later, Voided Abyss was loaded onto the trailer--still contained in the same cage and rope--and parading out of the building with the man and a series of similar trucks to that of the man. Where they were going was unknown to Void, but for the first time in... forever, he was a little frightened.
~
It was night by the time the destination was reached. Void was stiff from hours of sleep in his tiny cage.
He was still pretty foggy, but he could just overhear a man's and a woman's voices.
"No, it's inhumane! He's not some dead alien thing that you can stuff in a box and leave in Area 51," the woman's voice said.
"But we have no idea what he's capable of. For all we know, he could destroy a city in one night! Think about it, there's no way we can let him free," the man's voice responded.
"Then why did you come here in the first place? Why did you think to tell me all of this; you know how I would feel about it!" They were starting to sound like a fighting couple.
"Ok. Fine. I'll let him stay with you. But you have to stay under the radar. No one can know about him. And also, I'll be here once a month to check in," The man said, clearly defeated.
Voided struggled to keep awake. It was only a matter of seconds before he drifted back into unconsciousness.
~
He woke in the field. Similar to a horse field, but it must have been a lot larger--Void wasn't exactly horse-sized. A small house was about 20 yards from him. A woman walked to him, and as she did she spoke softly. Void was sure this was the woman he overheard. He laid down, at ease, as he realized that this woman saved his life. She approached him, and stroked his fur on his sid--Oh! That felt gooood! Void had never felt this sensation in his life. He was quite content at the moment, until the voices shouted in his head. They were looking for Dark Matter. He looked at the woman, a sad expression on his face, and tried to signal to her that he was missing his friend; his daughter. His eyes got watery as she did not understand.
Suddenly, Void heard a howling noise. His ears jerked toward the sound. That howl was from none other than--
Dark Matter bounded toward Void. The reunion was glorious, but perhaps a bit bright for anyone watching. Light spewed from their bodies in every direction as they jumped and pranced in their field. Their beautiful field, with olive green grass and flowers, with a giant willow tree in the middle. They were fenced in, but the meadow was so vast that they couldn't possibly care.
And so Voided Abyss lived happily ever after, along with his dear adopted daughter Dark Matter, and Meadow, the girl that took him in.*

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