[ILUVCREATUS]

Username: ILUVCREATUS
Mystic's Name: Sakura [means cherry blossom in japanese]
Gender: Female
Age: 20 Years.
Personality: She loves being loved. She kind hearted and a little head strong
History: She the best of the litter.
Why do you want this Mystic: Because I saw her I though I need her.
Art (Optional): NA
Short Story: NA

[Crescent]

Hurr...come on, guys...
She needs more forms. c:

[blueh]

I'm going for another one c:
Ignore this post =D

[Aldith-and-Kido]

Username

Aldith-and-Kido

Mystic Name

Falathiel Valisilwen (called Fala)

Gender

Female

Age

14(human years)

Personality

anti-social, not trusting. Fala would be happy to spend the day alone, perhaps reading (as all mystics do, right ) and doing other mystical things. She has a group of very close friends that have entered her 'circle of trust'. she is very shy, but also quite friendly if you know her well. Any of her close friends would call her serious t times, friendly, positive, sensitive, caring, and courageous. Her worst fear is fire and drowning, even though she loves swimming. She absolutely hates dumb people, over-talkative people, rats (no clue why) and girly-girls or the 'popular girls' or whatever you call them.

History

BTW: this is a WIP
Fala was born into her lone family of four: her father, Rondir; her mother, Aurora; and her Older brother, Kido (who was about 2 years older than Fala). At age 3, Rondir was killed. Nobody knew how or by whom, unfortunately. everyone was sad . Then, at age seven, Aurora was swept down by a fire! Fala and Kido fled to a semi-nearby tribe of mystics. They have lived there ever since. Thend. Oh! Nonono, wait! Fala's best friends are Rillien, a griffon, Zira, the sage,Tawi, an ermine, and Lotheriel, another mystic.

Why I want my mystic

Ohhh I'm no good at these ;A; I suppose I want Fala because she is gorgeous, like all the other mystics and I have never adopted a pet from a forum before. Her artwork is fantastic and... Uhh yeah I'm out if ideas

Short story

Fala gazed into the burning flames engulfing the den, mesmerized in terror. She felt a tug at her scruff, Kido dragging her to saftey. "MUM!" she screamed. The only answer she received was the crackling of the fire. "MUM! MUMMY!" she hollered at the top of her voice. Nothing. She was still being pushed away by her brother. "NO! MUMMY!" she shook Kido off and backed away, then bolted through the forest. But Kido was older and faster than Fala. He caught up to her quickly and pulled her toward a nearby tree. That night, the rain lulled Fala to sleep, doused the fires, and coated everything in a silvery mist. Kido roused his little sister. He had been unable to sleep, and had kept watch over the little cub all night. He told her, "we need to go find mum in the den." Fala nodded and padded after Kido. As they neared the ashes, Fala felt a horrible tingling sensetation in her stomach. They nosed through the ashes. Kido found a skull. He decided not to tell Fala, who would be tramuatized. Instead, he plucked to teeth out of the skull. Two canines. He ran over to Fala. "here" she didn't understand. Why would she? "keep this with you" he told her, " never leave it behind." Fala found a bag. She remembered it. Her fathers. It had been stored in the back, hidden by brambles. Kido didn't even know of it. She poked her nose insinde. Humongous! The bag was humongous on the inside, though on the outside it appeared no bigger than squirrels tail. Inside, there were herbs anda length of twine (she used this to make the tooth into a necklace). She rooted through some more and found two feathers, which she stuck in her head fur. Fala and Kido set out on their journey. They didn't know when they would stop or what they would find, but sister and brother trusted each other with their lives.

[Aldith-and-Kido]

come on, more forms, more forms!!!

[blueh]

Hey Guys, Just a Reminder The Mystics age Must Be 20 years and the gender Must Be female

[snowfire1]

Username: Snowfire1
Mystic's Name: Anastasia
Gender: Female
Age: 20 Years.
Personality: Fun, loving, caring, hopeful, a great friend to have. She will do almost anything to help you. She loves to sit and watch the sunset, maybe you can watch too? She is an outgoing Mystic, never afraid to step up. She will fight for you if you aren't there to stand up for yourself.
History: She was born a twin. She has a sister, Fala, who has gone her own way. Her mother took care of her and raised both her and her sister alone. One day when her mother was out hunting she got hurt, and Anastasia went out to help find her. She took care of her and her sister until their mother got well. Life has been good for both her and her sister.
Why do you want this Mystic: Well, one because she is absolutely beautiful. Two because, well who wouldn't want her!
Art (Optional): N/A
Short Story:
"I'll be right back from hunting dears," Anastasia's mum said.
"Mum, why can't we go with you? We can help!" Anastasia said wagging her luxurious tail.
"No, no, you're too young. Besides you only have two more years. Then we will go hunting as a family." her mum explained.
"Fine," Anastasia said with a humph. Anastasia was five years old, her twin sister Fala wasn't as exited as she was to hunt.
"Anastasia, why do you always want to go hunting with mum when you know we aren't old enough?" Fala whined.
Anastasia was confused by this and answered, "Why don't you not want to go hunting with mum. I want to learn everything we need to know as soon as I can!"
"Well I'm going to take a nap," Fala said, "You can day dream all you want, but I'm not going to join you." Fala turned around three times before settling down in the den. Anastasia sighed. It was no fun imagining by herself, so she settled in beside her sister. Anastasia had trouble trying to go to sleep, so she poked her sister awake.
"Fala, have you ever wondered what would happen if mum didn't come back?" Anastasia asked.
"Anastasia, don't worry yourself, mum will always be there for us." Fala answered before drifting off into sleep. So Anastasia waited and waited for her mum to get home. It was pass the time she usually got back.
Fala was just waking finally when Anastasia said, "I'm going to find mum, she's usually back by now."
"Fine, but don't get lost, I'll stay here." Fala said. Anastasia was just fine with this.
Anastasia walked out of there den and into the dusk light. She stopped to think, her mum was always telling her that she could find any scent if she sniffed hard enough. Anastasia smelled as hard as she could. She detected her mother's smell and followed. It led her all the way to a dead end. She could hear whimpering of a hurt animal. "Mum?" she called out.
"Anastasia, is that you?" her mum's voice called out from the direction the whimpering was coming from. Anastasia walked to the sound of her mother's voice and saw that she had fallen into a hole. A dead caribou lay near the hole. "Anastasia, listen to me. Grab as big as a stick you can and put it down and I'll climb up it. Okay?" he mum said after Anastasia froze in shock. She moved quickly looking for a big branch.
She finally found one and grabbed it. Anastasia drug it to her mum. "Good Anastasia, now lower it down." her mum said. Anastasia slowly lowered down the branch. Once her mum was on she pulled the branch up. Anastasia's mum stood up and grabbed the caribou. "Will you help me with this?" mum asked. Of course Anastasia helped her mum. Her mum was limping a bit she noticed.
When they got back Fala stood up and exclaimed, "Mum! You're hurt!" Fala then ran to take their mum's spot.
They all had a good feast after the story of how their mum fell. "Anastasia, you can come hunting with me whenever you want." her mum said.
"Really?" Anastasia asked.
"Yes, really," her mum answered her voice full of pride.

[Lunala]

Dropped

[MoonApple]

these are cool

[falling city]

.:Username:.

I am SeeingColors, pleased to make your acquaintance.

.:Mystic's Name:.

Her name is Teine, which means fire in Scottish Gaelic. The reasons I chose this name would be that her golden coat reminds me of a gentle and tender flame.

.:Gender:.

By the looks of her, she is a female considering the lack of spikes and that you can see her beautifully colored eyes.

.:Age:.

She is around the age of twenty years old.

.:Personality:.

Her personality is mainly the shy girl who hangs around the outskirts of her 'pack', while she gives into anyone who decides to over power her. But no one has given her a chance, a well needed chance. On the inside she is daring and bold, ready to take any risk thrown at her but she's never had the chance. How many of us have this happen? My life is like her's, where it seems like everything flies bye way to fast, too fast for her to do anything about it. But when she is with her selected few friends, she is talkative and loveable, even a flirt when the time it right She is also a very observant female, considering all the time she spends alone.

.:History:.

Her beginning years were a rough few, considering her father was killed when she was only a few weeks old, leaving her loved mother work hard to care for her new litter. She was born into a litter of 3, which consisted of her two younger siblings : Aaron (her brother) and Dare (her sister). She was the eldest of her litter which made her the example to the younger two. Her brother was the largest of the three considering he is a male while her younger sister was roughly the same size of she. She would have to fight her way for food and milk, although not all those fights came out in her favor. When she was old enough to leave the small den her mother had scoped out months before, the world gave her a good fright from the sudden belt of rain clouds looming overhead. She isn't very found of this experience, but never the less she enjoys a good rain shower time from time.

Now, in her teenage years, she was picked on by the older Mystics for her small stature. She became a kind of outcast, wishing to live her days alone and to herself so she may not be judged. More Mystics would come to her and stir up a conversation, which she gratefully accepted with being quiet for so many days. She was not the type to ubject, either, so it didn't make much of a difference. Her tight nit circle began to grow with each day to a total of 4 other Mystics who would hang out with her by the lone oak. Her courage grew and she began to joke and play with her friends, daring them to scale the tree while she was dared herself multiple times.

In the present, she is currently hoping for a mate but is doubting this. She doesn't believe she is good enough from time to time, but her friends ubject and insist she should keep looking. Her courage has risen at this point, but she is still the shy little Mystic from her teenage years with her bubbly self trapped inside, just waiting to shine through.


.:Why do you want this Mystic:.

I want this Mystic because she appeals to me, with her golden pelt and the intelligence hidden in her eyes. What else compells me to this certain Mystic? She does dare to be different. Her earing gives her a certain charm of a hidden personality begging to show itself, and I would love to be able to adopt her.

.:Short Story:.

The scratch of claws on bark was distinctly heard to the young Mystics below as they watch the golden beauty making her way up the lone oak tree with determination etched into every feature of her muscles. She digs her claws into the bark like hooks as she tilts her head up in search of a handhold as her tail hangs with the wind blowing through her fur as if to tease her, edging her on. She takes another breath before making her way up once more. She reaches the last branch and sits down gracefully as hoots and hollers come from her friends down at the base of the ominous oak.

"Nice Teine!" Dare calls out to her with a wide grin, her silvery coat shining like her deceased father's would. The young Mystic smiled in pride back down at her younger sister before letting out a gentle laugh.

"Now, how do you suppose I get down from her?" the female in the tree asks, swinging her luxurious tail in the wind as the golden fur cascaded along the branch that she sat perched on. Dare just shrugs and Teine rolls her eyes faintly, yet just enough to let her sister see and you could hear her huff in annoyance. Teine grins innocently as she leans forwards, trying to grab hold of the bark with a good grip, attempting to get down from the large tree. She remembered how everytime Aaron tried getting down from the branch, he would jump, but considering he was almost double her size, that was out of the equation for her. She begins at a skid and her friends laugh, with a knowledge of what was to come next. Falling, most likely. But no, she held her grip as her claws found purchase in the rotting tree. She took a daring leap of at least 14 feet to the dirt ridden patch below her. She landed awkwardly but with a chuckle as everyone began to cheer.

"Thanks," she says shyly with a small smile, glad she was getting some recognition. To bad Aaron was out on a hunt with the pack... he would have enjoyed this.

"Let's get going, the hunters should be back any second," Lide, the eldest male in their small group, called out. He was always keeping charge, and everyone followed his commands out of loyalty for he was also the smartest alongside Teine. She jogs up to the group as her silky coat gets blown around, yet she manages to lack the looks of knots in her pelt. The smell of a fresh kill filters through her nose and she raises her head gracefully in the opposite direction of the sun, making her radiate with a smile. Lide and Dakota come up on either side of her and they make their way to the fresh carcass, eager for a tasty treat like every other day. But today wasn't like every other day, now was it? Teine scans the group of hunters in search of her brother's golden face. But there was none, only those of other Mystic males. No Aaron. Teine pushes her way through the forming crowd, leaving her friends in the back as they gave her funny looks, wondering what she was doing. She walks right up to the Lead Hunter with an eager look in her eyes, hoping for some explanation to her brother's whereabouts. The Lead Hunter just drops his head in dismay and she feels her throat tingle and her eyes water. He was dead. Her only brother was dead from the hunt.

"I'm sorry, Teine. He was speared by the stag's antler," the Lead Hunter says quietly before lifting his head once more and lets out a low howl and Teine joins in, along with the other Mystics in the pack... mourning for Teine's loss even though she was an always shy and quiet. Most barely even knew her. She will never forget that one moment in her life from the response of her pack. She grew tougher and more outgoing after this, trying to let her lost brother's characteristics live on with her sisterly love for him. This one moment changed her life, and she will never forget it as hard as she may try. Later that day she went in search of her brother's body, but it was never found and the outcome still haunts her to this day.