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When will this be ending? :3

[DecafBunny]

December 1st giving people enough time for his background and as much art as possible
Edit;; 12th I forgot the two

[Sable.]

Basic Information

Name ~ Hikari.
Nickname ~ K
Age ~ adult
Gender ~ male
Power ~ destruction and strength
Speech colour ~ #d61220

{ Username ;;

AppleCat, but you know that x3

{ Name ;;

Hikari.
It means 'light' in Japanese. He was named this as his mother thought he'd be her shining light in the darkness of their times. He pronounces it /hi-ka-ri/

{ Gender ;;

Hikari is a Male

{ Story & Art ;;

|:| Story ;;
It's hard to be the odd one out. In a small village of bright bubbly Jewl Mane Dragons. Then there was me. With red eyes. Dark stripes. Black Jewels. I was never welcome from the day I was born. My mother pitied me. My father scorned me, hated me. Outcasted by the rest of the village. Maybe I liked being by myself. Wallowing in my own hatred for that awful town. I'll never forgive them for the things they did to me. But Kuro. She, was my saving grace.

In the sickly sweet little village of farmers who had gems coloured to let them heal the plants, water them or grow them. They saw me only fit for the desctuction of the sad nightmare they had built for themselves. But then there was a little grey dragon, we'd always been friends. She made the most delicate snow flakes. Snow and frost that killed the crops. They all scorned her too. That's why we got along. We both despised that village and longed to leave.

I couldn't even go to the tiny school without been beaten and bullied. I would use my strength, but it would just make them madder. I'd sit for hours fiding away in the forest with Kuro. We'd have a little joy for once in our lives. If only for a moment, but it was there. The little twinkle in her eyes used to be everything to me. Until that fateful day.

It was just a regular Saturday that I had to walk in shame to the farmer's market to get fresh groceries. The others would throw jibes at me and taunt me. Walking as fast as I could with the hot angry tears burning in my eyes, my arms fulled with bags of groceries. I ran into our tiny house, taking heavy breaths to try stay calm. So I thought I'd go see Kuro in our little spot in the forest. She wasn't there. She wasn't in her house. She wasn't any where. I searched the village high and low but couldn't find her anywhere.

I went to bed as soon as I got home. Was it something I had done?
Maybe it was when I accidentally tripped her and those foul teen-aged dragons tricked her to think I did it on purpose. I didn't. She hadn't be talking to me as much since then... maybe she had decided to avoid me too.

I didn't leave that house for a few days. I just sat there. Feeling like half of me had been ripped away. the very thing I loved torn from me. Until the village came to me that is. A loud angry knocking on the front door as my mother ran onto my room. "Run Hikari. They are coming for you." She panted, a terrified twinkle in her eye and sense of urgency in her voice. Knowing better than to question my only parent that loved my I toor down the tiny stair case and out the back door. "You can run. You can't hide Hikari!" An angry voice boomed behind me. My own father. "We know your the cause of Kuro's disapearance." He yelled as I vanished into the trees of the forest.

For hours I fled, the village only a little way behind me. My paws grew so heavy, but I had to fight the urge to sleep. I just wanted to give it up and lie down. Finished. I had to keep goign though. For me. For mother. For Kuro. A single tear slid down my snout as I kept running. Eventually, the angry villagers stopped to rest for the night so I decided it was safe to climb a tree and rest, atleast for a little while. I closed my eyes only meaning to sleep for an hour or so, then continue running.

When I woke up, I was slumped on the ground. The scent of burning had awoken me as I looked up my father was towing over me. I turned to get up and run but a circle of angry villagers surrounded us. "You know what you did." He boomed with an evil glint in his eyes. "You. Your the reason... Kuro." I stammered realizing what my father had done. He had just wanted a reason to kill me. So he took matters into his own paws. I cowered on my paws, waiting for it to come. "I won't kill you straight away Kari." He said with a sickly sweet tone and evil grin. "I'm going to enjoy it." He struck down on my snout. The blood gushed from the fresh scratched on my face making it hard to breathe. "Get away from him!." I heard a voice and a shadow came hurling into my father. It was my mother. Taking a grateful look at her . "Run." She mouthed trying her best to hold my father down.

I ran.

|:| Art ;;

{ How Did He get His 3 scars? ;;

After I had been on the run for a few months, those cuts my father gave me when he attacked me still hadn't healed. No amount of herbs or cremes or bandages with exotic medicines smeared on them had healed them up properly. They had sealed over with new skin, but no fur grew back and they were left open and pink. I hated them. But they reminded me I couldn't go back to see my mother or I'd get more of them. My battle scars.

{ Other ;;

WIP

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[Rio.]

Entering. :)

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Is he still UFA?

[Sable.]

Yes. He ends on the 12th

[Sable.]

Withdrawing sorry cx

[DecafBunny]

Judging in 1 hour

[∅blivi∅n]

Hi. Sorry if I'm being a bit annoying, but it would appear that the winner was never announced....

[DecafBunny]

I may make revisions to this form later if I find it insufficient. I love this guy!

Username:

Hikari no Uta

Name:

夜(Yoru)

Gender:

Male

Story/Art:

Yoru was alone. Always alone. Every other JMD he tried to talk to would ignore him. Why does life have to this way? he thought to himself as he wandered through the woods one night. Then he heard it. A laugh. A strange demented laugh, and the sound of footsteps. Two different sets, one fast-paced and accompanied by heavy breathing as if running and one softer and slower accompanied by a strange song.

Let the melody of night,
take you far away.
Drift off on the wings of fright,
and never see the day.
My blade, it lusts for your blood.
an eternal wanting cry.
Soon there's no where left to run
and you'll surely die.

This shook Yoru to the core, and the strangest part was that it was in a different language but he understood each word perfectly. Some part of him told him to go to the source of the song, and he started to walk slowly toward the sound of the singing, and as he got closer, it stopped. It was replaced by a shrill demented laugh that broke the temporary silence. Yoru yelped in fright and it stopped. A human girl, apparently the source of the song and of the laughter approached. Yuro backed up, tail between his legs. "No need to fear." the girl said. "This is a normal occurrence. I'm here to collect rogue souls. Would you like to accompany me?" Yoru looked at the girl terrified by her statement and puzzled that someone could want to be near him. He nodded slowly at the girl and took a step towards her. She placed her weapon, a scythe, on the forest floor and pet him behind his ears. Yoru tensed but then relaxed realizing he could trust this girl. She smiled and stood, "Now come on, we have a soul to catch!" Yoru nodded and followed the girl. The two worked side by side for years, Yoru now felt he had a purpose and the girl become a bit less... scary... around him. The two seemed to balance eachother out. the girl giving him confidence and Yoru giving the girl a reason to be kind.

How Did He Get His 3 scars:

There was a particularly nasty run-in with a rogue soul. This one led Yoru and the girl to a cliff. Fearing what awaited it after the girl caught it, the soul took Yoru hostage and offered the Dragon's safety in exchange for freedom from persecution by the girl and others like her. The girl took a risk and banished the spirit but not before it could leave three parallel scars across Yoru's muzzle. She tended to the wounds but they would scar no matter what she did.

Other:

The girl's name (though not mentioned above) is Kokoro. She works for the "Grim Reaper Organization" responsible for hunting rogue souls and sending them to the afterlife. She raised Yoru. I work with her on occasion and we are close friends.

Congrats you won ^^ it was hard to judge I wish I could give a runner up but I can't well please take good care of him ^^