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[Pandora Gaskarth]

Pet's ID Tag:
58
Name You'd Choose for It:
Azizi Kosmas
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
Azizi is beautiful. He is unlike any other donation I have ever seen. When I saw him, I immediately fell in love. I want to use him in stories and possibly RPs. He will definitely have a spot in my character thread, and plenty of art. He will have his own little gallery, i think, and many other things. I will care for him, and he wont gather dust. His design just clicked with me instantly, and of course, with him being by the amazing Kamaliah, he is sure to be admired.
History/Background/Other:

Azizi's Story

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Prologue

The flames crackled loudly, making it almost impossible to hear anything else over the noise of the fire. Azizi stared down at his home as the flames devoured it, burning and destroying everything in its path. He knew that his family lay in the flames, never to be seen again. He would never hear his sister’s bubbling laugh, never see his father’s smile, and never smell his mother’s fragrant scent. They were gone, and there was nothing that could change that. A single tear fell down the male’s face, falling down the cliff, onto the flames. This made the flames grow larger, and with a pained cry Azizi took to the skies, leaving his beloved home and memories behind.

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Azizi

Chapter 1
The Black Chasm

A gust of wind blew across the mountain, and I was lifted into the sky, and in a way, lifted into existence. I had been nothing only moments ago- thin air perhaps. But now, now I was a living, breathing being. I was Azizi Kosmas. Giggles and gleeful cries from my sister, Amaia, my father, Zorion, and my mother, Hakira underneath me fuelled me to fly higher, into the clouds. A red figure appeared through the clouds, and soon my father was flying beside me. These were the first, and definitely the best moments of my life. And on top of that, they were my father’s last.

Gunshots rang in my ears, and with a frightened scream I swerved to the right. I looked down to find my father, but he was gone. The last sight of him alive that I saw was him, dying, and spiralling to the ground, to the bottom of the valley.

Screams of agony echoed from the mountain top, and I landed, peering over the edge of the mountain. I knew that death was a usual thing in life. All of my kind knew that from the start. But the one thing I didn’t know about death was how shocking and painful it was. It had felt like someone had reached inside me, grabbed my heart, and thrown it into the valley with my father. Tears streaked down my face, and soon those first, happy moments of my life were forgotten, replaced with the worst moments.

I could hear faint sniffling behind me, but I was out to the world, numb. Emptiness was all that was inside me, and I didn’t know if I could go on like this much longer. This whole death thing was too much for such a small being. Suddenly, all my thoughts dissipated and I looked behind me, searching for the origin of the gunshot. I heard footsteps running down the mountain, and suddenly, I took to the sky, revenge clear in my eyes.

The hunter hadn’t spotted Azizi yet as he readied himself to swoop. While small, we were very dangerous and very strong. It he got mad, it was possible that the young one could kill anyone he turned on, which was exactly was going to happen now. In a flurry of blue feathers, Azizi was upon the terrible hunter, his sharp beak aiming for the murderers eyes. His intentions were obviously good, for the creators of the world granted him a blow so successful that it killed the hunter. Azizi grinned, feeling no regret for what he had done. It seemed fair to the bird cross creature, a life for a life. He flew back into the sky, in no mood to see what condition his father was in. Suddenly, a thought came to him. What if his father still lived? That one question made him turn around, and fly to his father’s body.

I nosed father gently, hoping to the creators that he was still alive. There was that small chance of his survival that I gripped to, and hoped and hoped for. Suddenly, a small noise escaped him, and I looked down at him, expecting the best. His eyes opened and a small smile spread across his mouth. But lo, even as he lay there, his eyes opening, I knew that he would not survive. I looked away, watching the tears drop onto the ground beside him, making a small puddle. “Do…not…cry,” father whispered softly. I turned back to him and my eyes widened in shock. “How can I not cry?!” I exclaimed, “When my father is dying in front of me?!” My father’s expression answered it all, and I sighed, kneeling beside him. “Then. If you are adamant, I shall say goodbye now…” I whispered. Father nodded. “As I wish. Azizi, I wish for only one more thing….I wish for….you to…burn me once I die….” He murmured. I gasped. “Promise me!” He snapped his voice sharp. I nodded. “I promise!” I cried, sobbing. Father nodded, and his head fell backwards, his eyes closing over forever. It seemed as if his spirit whispered his last words to me, and then, he was gone. My father was dead forever.

I returned to my family dejectedly, my eyes low to the ground. “Father said to burn him…” I whispered. “Azizi, we can’t! You should know that!” My sister exclaimed. “But I DON’T know that!” I cried out, feeling tears trickle down my face. I looked away, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else. Mother sighed, her beautiful purple feathers quivering with sadness. “Stop bickering children. We have to leave this cursed place. I know winter will begin soon, and I know there is a possibility that one of us may not survive. If I die, children, bring me to your fathers resting place. And Azizi, go say your final goodbyes with your sister and bury him,” She murmured. She looked tired, and I knew in this condition she would eventually become quite sick and possibly die. I knew it in my heart before I realized it in my mind. I squealed out in shock as I realized it, and wondered how in the world I had known. Did I have an affinity for death? I shook myself and soared down into the valley to see my father for the last time, while I thought about what would happen now. The future opened up like a black chasm.

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Chapter 2
The Mountain Crossing

My talons hit the snowy floor, but no sound came. I let out a relieved breath and walked on. Hakira and Amaia led in front of me, as tense as I was. I wondered if my sister knew about my mother dying, and I shook the thought from my head. I was the cursed one; I doubted she would know anything. A sigh escaped my mouth, echoing around the snowy mountains. I gasped and a taloned foot flew to my mouth, but of course, it was too late. I watched the snow on a far away mountain peak as it cascaded down towards us, and immediately, I took to the sky. Mother launched herself up beside me without a word, but my sister remained on the ground, watching us with confusion. Then, the snow was upon her, and a frightened scream was all that I heard of Amaia before she was gone.

I swooped into the snow, kicking away the cold icy snow to grab my sister before she froze. Her eyes opened in slits, and she shakily got up. “I’m…not dead, am I?” She asked in a small voice. I shook my head, grinning, though I knew it was the wrong time. Mother landed and laughed, nuzzling Amaia before nuzzling me. “Come on, children, take to the skies,” She murmured. I laughed, launching myself upwards, and then I was in the clouds.

Things were good in the skies; no predators and no avalanches. Only clouds. The only bad thing about crossing the mountains was night time. The dark time when we had to land, hoping that in the morning we wouldn’t be buried in snow of killed by a leopard. The nights weren’t too bad, until mother fell ill.

Mother got an illness that has no name. It is an illness that cannot be seen or heard. It can only be felt, by the very creature infected. It takes over the brain, and it feasts on the body, killing the victim ever so slowly as it eats them away. The victim feels sane, but as the pain goes on, the disease makes them rather mad and irrational, sometimes even dangerous. The disease that took hold of mother was worse than any other case. The shadows that the illness took form as had been big ones, or at least that’s what my mother said. She had seen the shadows as they came to claim her mind, body and soul, and she had tried to resist, but of course, there was no way of escaping the shadows once they came for you. We had to watch as mother grew feverish and sick, watch as the disease ate away her beautiful violet feathers, listen as she began her ramblings of pain and fear. It was horrible.

The disease didn’t claim mother as fast as it usually should have. The victim was dead within two weeks of catching it, but within a month mother was still there, bare, with no feathers to keep her warm. She didn’t speak or eat, and the only signs of life were her ragged breathing and moving flank. She too, knew the end was near, and she had given up. The sense of foreboding that had come to me before returned, and I knew why. The death was close, waiting for one moment when mother’s ever vigilant children looked away. I refused to leave mother, and I hoped this would be enough to stop the death from coming. But, of course, as usual, I was wrong.

I closed my eyes to get some well needed sleep. Amaia watched over mother as I fell into a deep sleep. I hear voices and cries of pain, and I hear roaring and angry yells too. They scared me more than I wish to admit, and so I re opened my eyes, only to have the cries of pain still ringing in my ears. Horror crashed over me as I realized what they were. My mother’s death cries.

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Hakira

Pain swept over me quickly. The past few weeks were a hazy, vague blur in the past, behind me now as I faced a black wall of death. I opened my eyes to get one last look at Azizi and Amaia as they screamed at me to survive. How could I live? The disease had ravaged me, eating my feathers away and eating my mind until I had no more sense. The disease was, of course, fatal. I watched Azizi rush forwards, but already the noises of their cries was muted, and ringing through my ears was the sound of silence. I never knew silence could be so loud. My vision began to fade, and all I could see was red, and then black. My breathing slowed to a halt, and my heart galloped through its last beat before it too stopped. I could no longer smell Amaia’s fragrant scent, or Azizi’s musky smell. I could no longer feel the cold, snowy ground underneath me, or taste my own metallic blood on my tongue. I knew death was here to greet me, and I greeted it with open arms. It felt like an old friend, one who I could always trust through thick and thin. I smiled in the blankness, and all of my thoughts subsided until I was in oblivion, to stay there for eternity.

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Azizi

I watched mother smile, and felt the coolness of my own salty tears fall down my face, onto her now serene one. It was almost as if she was sleeping, soundly as a child. I knew she wasn’t, but for a moment, I just wished to pretend. Then I remembered; pretending didn’t happen here, in this cruel scenario called life. With a sigh, I turned away, closing my eyes. Death or no death, I needed rest like a plant needed water, and as much as I wished for it not to, sleep claimed me before I could protest.

When I awoke in the morning, Amaia and I flew mother to father’s grave. We buried her beside him and returned to the mountains, flying towards our final destination of the sky haven.

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Chapter 3
It’s a cruel world after all

Foreboding came over me again once we reached the grassy knolls close to the sky haven. I didn’t look up at my sister as the realization came to me that it was her death I was being warned of. I looked at my talons and dug them into the ground, wishing this…this knowing of death would go away. I wished my whole family would go away, in fact. I just wanted to be alone, isolated from everything else so I could hurt no-one else. I was now almost fully grown, and my filigree of blue feathers complimented my entire appearance. I was quite handsome, I suppose you could say. It was just too bad that I was probably the only one of my kind capable of having offspring. Every other creature of my kind, available of bearing children, had died off to the disease that had taken my mother many years ago. My sister had told me about it as we had flown. My parents had been the last couple, unrelated and fertile, to have lived on this earth. I was alone in the world, if not for my sister.

With a small sigh I sat down, chewing at a mouse my sister had caught for me. My appetite was not much; all this death and sorrow made my stomach retract and shrink. As I finished up, I walked off to the edge of the hill we had landed on. I peered out, looking at the barren desert lands below me, and it was almost as if someone had made the place that it felt like I should live in and placed it there for all to see. I turned around and looked at Amaia as she tore apart and finished her meal. “Should we begin flying again?” I asked her in a small voice. “I suppose so,” She replied. And then, we took off, embarking on our perilous journey to get to the paradise our mother had told us about when she was alive.

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That night
Amaia

I watched Azizi as he fell asleep. I knew he had this habit of ‘falling asleep’, but not actually falling asleep. He was good at faking, I suppose you could say. I waited a few more moments until his breathing stabilized and became heavier, and then I took to the sky. He was so fragile, and unable to cope with pain and death, so my job was to find any dangers while he slept and get rid of them. Mother had made me promise to protect him no matter what when he was young, because he had an affinity that was needed around the world. I had agreed, and now I had a bond to ensure his life was never under danger no matter what the cost. I suppose this should have annoyed me that my parents had a child to protect the next child they knew was to be born, but it didn’t. They had had good intentions when the idea and subject had come up, and I was obliged to agree or be shunned forever. I spotted nothing, until a rather nasty looking creature caught my eye. I swooped down, my talons sinking into the flesh on its back, and I began to attack. It put up a fight, but in the end I defeated it. The details on its death were gruesome, but this world we lived in was a ghastly one. Death happening here, there and everywhere. We just had to accept it. Anyway, I returned after my nightly watch to my brother, hoping he wouldn’t notice the state my wings were in. I’d had to walk the last few kilometres, because I was unable to fly in this condition. I knew that when Azizi asked if I was ready to take to the skies tomorrow I would have to answer and no and tell him everything, but I think inside I already knew that he knew. I hated to admit it, of course. I watched the sun rise as dawn approached, and I lay down, closing my eyes to get a well deserved rest.

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Azizi
Chapter 4
The end of the line

I watched Amaia as she peered over the gorge. Her wings were battered and bruised, and I suspect it was from her attacking danger while I slept to ensure I stayed safe. I didn’t bother to ask why she would do that, I just knew there was a reason behind it. Suddenly, the ground began to shake. I watched in horror as my sister shuddered and lost her footing, and screamed as she tumbled down into the gorge. I did not even care to look at what had become of her now, especially when a sickening crack echoed up the gorge to my ears. I just swooped down, grabbed her body and began flying back home. Tears streaked down my face, but for some reason this affinity of mine for death seemed to stop me from feeling terrible after death. I didn’t want to act and seem heartless, but I really had loved my sister. I placed her down beside my parents and turned away. I spotted a small flame in the corner of my eye and growled. A used campfire. Suddenly, my father’s dying wish came back to me. My eyes widened. It had to be a sign. I set a flaming log down, watching as it began to devour the valley, and flew to cliff close to the valley.

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The story by another

The flames crackled loudly, making it almost impossible to hear anything else over the noise of the fire. Azizi stared down at his home as the flames devoured it, burning and destroying everything in its path. He knew that his family lay in the flames, never to be seen again. He would never hear his sister’s bubbling laugh, never see his father’s smile, and never smell his mother’s fragrant scent. They were gone, and there was nothing that could change that. A single tear fell down the male’s face, falling down the cliff, onto the flames. This made the flames grow larger, and with a pained cry Azizi took to the skies, leaving his beloved home and memories behind.

Azizi never returned to the valley. No-one in the land saw the blue feathered wonder again, and no-one was able to tell him that he was the chosen one, able to revive the dead. He never did find it out, and now he flies, alone, over the lands, sensing death and warning the victim before disappearing again. He has grown a reputation that has earned him the name ‘Grim Reaper’ but, he does not care. He just longs for company that wont die, and maybe one day, a legacy for his grandchildren who will never be born, to tell to their offspring.

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Personality:

Azizi is kind and sweet. He trusts and loves others easily, and so he gets hurt easily, too. He doesn’t enjoy being yelled at, and he doesn’t enjoy change. He is most happy when in the sky, as on the ground he is usually faced with sorrow. He doesn’t like being serious, but when sad times face him; he has no choice but to be serious. He doesn’t like death or injury, and so he will help anyone, even if they are an enemy. Of course, if the enemy has killed one of his own, he will kill them back. He is fair, and he only takes what he is given. He runs away, and isn’t one to trust to stay by your side unless you will follow him when he does run. He loves company but believes it is better not to have company, as he thinks he is cursed. Azizi is respectful and doesn’t like insulting or yelling at others. He is an innocent, pure soul, but sometimes exceptions have to be made, by him, to make sure everything in his life is fair. Of course, a rather ironic and cruel spin on his personality is that he is plagued by death because of his affinity, meaning he knows when death will happen. He has begun to grow tough from all the death, and his affinity keeps him from being too upset when someone dies, which is not what he wants.


*The Disease

The disease Azizi’s mother contracts in the second chapter is a curious one. The disease has no set name, but it is known to be fatal. It comes in the form of a dark shadow with a face, that only the victim who is about to fall ill from the disease can see. The symptoms are rather horrible but prominent, making it easier to tell if someone or something has the disease;

The disease begins to eat away at the victim, so any fur or feathers on the said victim’s body will begin disappearing.
Limbs and flesh may begin to rot or fall away.
The victim will feel constant pain
They may begin to lose some of their five senses.
They may also begin going mad from the pain
They will hear voices at night, calling to them.
They will begin losing their sense, making their decisions hazy and irrational
And many other horrible symptoms...

The disease has no cure of yet, and it is doubted there will ever be a cure. It takes its course over approximately two weeks, from the contraction of the disease until the death. It is not catching or contagious.


Azizi’s Power

Azizi is unlike any other of his kind. He has a power, otherwise known as an affinity. His affinity? Death. He knows when someone or something will die; he gets a feeling that makes him sure of the death. Sometimes, when the feeling is very strong, he can even tell when, where or how the death will take place. It is not an affinity he wishes to have, but sometimes it is useful when he flies over the lands. He can warn others of the sorrow that will befall them, and they can prepare. He has become known as the ‘Grim Reaper’ but he obviously isn’t. This affinity makes others near him prone to death, and so he doesn’t want company. It makes him unable to feel too much pain and sorrow when he witnesses a death, even a death of one of his kin. Azizi’s power is a strange one, but a liveable one.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I agree that i will love him forever and he will be used wisely.

Kam's permission:
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[tattoo]

wow, awesome form! ^^

[•Bliss•]

I just remembered... Code-drop day is coming up! I'm so excited.

[Pharaoh]

Hey Tae, hate to bug you, but are you close to reading my form? I want to get it posted soon.

[Ranua]

I must work on my form! XP

[mi ainsel]

I've decide to run for #39, I quite like her!

[Minimanta]

I have a donation =3

Creature's Name: Catta
Image:
Code: http://i658.photobucket.com/albums/uu30 ... /Catta.png
Preferences:
Can change name but have to stay male.
Can not be a fursona, but anything else is okay.
Can alter his design but not too much.
Clothes and accessories can be added.
Link Art Link: Already linked =3
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what did you name it? -

[wibeke]

I just remembered... Code-drop day is coming up! I'm so excited.

The code-drop is tomarrow, right?

[Toadalicious]

Well, I'd better post this before it's too late. It's probably absolute crap, but it's the best I could muster up since my writing skills are so out of practice. I actually pre-drafted this thing. xD Here we go!

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #10
Name You'd Choose for It: Mr. Fuzzybutt
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: He's just so cute - my heart melted as soon as I saw him! I love squirrels, and I also love blackhorsebeth's drawings! He's perfect, he's just absolutely perfect.
History/Background/Other:

Splash! Mindy dropped the magical cucumber into a boiling pot of cheese fondue. Suddenly, the fondue turned purple and - oh wait, that's not the right story, is it? No, I suppose not. Squirrel? Oh yes, that one! Well, here we go...

Fuzz was just an ordinary red squirrel. Well, almost ordinary. He had been born in a tree, just like every other squirrel, and he had a large fluffy tail just like every other squirrel. What was different about Fuzz was the way he thought.

When he saw a haycorn or a walnut, he didn't run, and jump, and scream "IT'S MINE!" like all the other squirrel children. No, Fuzz would sit down, right then and there, and wonder, Why do we love nuts so much? And he'd sit there until sunset, just wondering, until his parents sent one of his brothers or sisters to find him.

"Stupid little Fuzz," they'd mutter darkly whenever they were assigned the task.

Weeks passed, and soon the time had come for Fuzz and his siblings to leave their parents' nest and find homes of their own. And so little Fuzz grabbed a walking stick and his knapsack and left his tree, his home since the day he'd been born, not stopping once to look back.

* * *

The days grew warmer, then colder, then warmer again, and still Fuzz had not found his own tree to live in. During the day he walked, and at night he would curl up beneath a flower bush in a human's garden, or in the corner of a little kid's inflatable clubhouse. Food became harder and harder to find, and the poor little squirrel's fur was thinning out - only his tail remained fluffy.

One morning, Fuzz awoke to the sound of children screaming. He poked his head out from under the bows of the Forsithia bush he'd been sleeping beneath and watched.

In the center of the lawn there was a little black thing spouting ten arcing sprays of water droplets; it was a sprinkler. Five human children - little girls in swimsuits - danced around, yelping with glee whenever one of the sprays touched them. One of the girls noticed Fuzz and screamed,

"A SQUIRREL!!!!"

She ran towards hime, and what did Fuzz do? He just stood there, petrified with fear. The girl picked him up, squeezing him uncomfortably around his ribcage. "Aww! You've got such a fluffy tail!!!" she cooed in a high, rather annoying baby voice. "I'm gonna call you Mr. Fuzzybutt!" She declared. And then - with Fuzz still encased in her chubby little hands, she raced inside her house. "MOM!" she screeched. "I found a squirrel! His name's Mr. Fuzzybutt!!! Can we keep him, please?! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty PLEASE!?!?!

"Absolutely not, Gabriella." Replied her mother. "We'll have to take him to The Agency."

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

-___- It's crappy, I know, but I love this little guy and I don't want him to be taken out of the kennels without me even trying to adopt him.