[she wolf warrior]

agreed, may we get an extension for a few more days? ;v;

[ege]

I will extend this to 9 PM CST on Tuesday :>

[Master of Nothing]

Thank you!

[nymx]

Name;;
Xavier

Gender;;
Male

Song;;
Plant Life - Owl City

Memories;;
Xavier yelled “No! Please no!” The monster smirked, the small parrapup whining. “No! Nebulia!” the male a yelping sound, in a minute pitch black invaded his vision, and the collage of red, yellow, and orange appeared slowly, the light and warmth somewhat comforting.
“Never again, Never again.” The male scoffed and sighed, “Shall I ever close my eyes again."
The promise had sealed itself, and Xavier closed his eyes, for the last time, and quickly opened them, guarding the fire, the portal of which darkness lies.

[thou art I]

Name;; Mitchel ~ Mitch for short

Gender;; Male

Song;; Coyote Kisses - Six Shooter

Personality: Ambitious, Stuck up, Intimidating.

Memories;; I find myself in a small ring, a tall muscular parra at the other side. This parra, is my own sibling. Visions flash before my eyes of him picking on me, along with my older sister. I was the runt of the litter, the outcast. A crowd formed around the ring, chanting "Fight! Fight!" I smirk. This was the fighting ring. Sure it was an illegal sport, but I don't care. I am the mighty Mitchel, and whoever gets to fight me, must have some skill to at least nick my ear. The battle scars prove it. A set of three deep scars on my left cheek. A sudden whistle echos in the noisy and crowded ally. My brother lunges, talons outstretched. I sidestep, and he skids to the side, off balance. The crowd roars with excitement. The Para leaps to his feet and charges. I jump just before he knocks me off his feet, like a conquistador swiping the red cloak before the bull strikes. I run along his back, scraping my talons down his spine as I go. I land on solid ground as my opponent tumbles to the ground. The crowd goes insane. I glare at the para as he struggle to his feet. We circle the ring, the heavy limp is a hint that I have made a dent. Suddenly, I switch direction and dart forward, swiping my paw under his so he stumbles and falls. I skid to a halt to see he is on the ground. He makes no effort to get up. "H-How?" he stutters as I circle like a vulture. "Oh, I'm just getting started." I sneer. I lunge, jaws agape and talons itching to rip through flesh. A red glow forms on the perimeter of my vision, battle adrenaline. I dart back and forth over his body, talons ripping shallow cuts through my sibling's skin, slicing smoothly like scissors on paper. Hate and revenge took over my body, and I was a blur before his eyes, a fresh set of cuts on his skin every time I swoop over his trembling body. Finally, I skid to a halt, breathless. I see my brother's body in the middle of the rink, still, and blood seeping out of his cuts. I saunter over to his body and ram my head into his chest, listening for a heart beat. Even though this is a battle rink, it is strictly forbidden to kill your opponent. I hear that familiar thump, thump of his heart, which is racing because of fear, and regret. I sigh. "Take Care" I say before exiting the rink. I could tell he heard me because his ear twitched. The crowd split to let me through, and I walked down the alley, not once looking back.


Features: as said in the memory, has a set of three deep scars on his left cheek. Missing back right leg, nicked ear, missing a thump on his left front leg.

[buddabup]

HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL AHH ;A; HOW CAN I NOT RES

[peppermintleo]

Absolutely marking

[agile]

ahh, this one is a beaut
my first parrapup form soon ^^

[ege]

Ends in about 7 hours! uvu

[thou art I]

are you going to read the memories? :3