[slasher // twig]

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[Koiley]

marky mark :3
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[Ardra]

Dropping out, so, so sorry. Real life came up unexpectedly and I will not have time to finish.

[Offended Cockatiel]

Ashes ashes

We all fall down

Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush!

We've all tumbled down.

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Crag

(Optional) Name Explanation: The prince of stories, that's what they call me. They have said I am a little lost story because of the little pages I collected. Because of the pages I burned. Burning bridges over bridges wasn't possible for me, because no bridges where to be made and nothing else to be responsible for.

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Matthias- Backwards
Crag is strong, with churning emotions, with more knowledge and will than he'd let on. He doesn't speak of a great existence, and yet he'd rather walk through the gluttonous tin cans within awkward city streets rather than dissapear. He speaks of memories gone by; with passion of true fables, and stares out at the world as if he is only a part of the air, and nothing more. Crag doesn't have a title, with an existence that seams obscenely see through. He moves with a... perfectious silence and strength, quint quietness to him that only riddled on deeper words.



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What child is This? Cover

"Some times I'd like to read a book and dream of Summer days. Then I wonder why. What would weigh me into the May days. To even dream. When I watch those wight paper pages burn away... But they say some are born for greatness, some have it thrust upon them and yet I... Went searching for it."

Once I was a weak boy, a poor boy. But life changed that around. In the beginning I was unwanted, the streets cast shadows around me, set flickering lights on my face, as I walked into alleyways with the dull night fallowing behind like a ragged tail. They used to call me the lost little boy, the street rats that is. The more poetic of those rats called me "A lost story" and the more cruel called me "A lost cause."

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I knew the streeties and they knew me. For years the unspoken trivialities had kept us harbored on that love-hate relationship I like to call frienemies with benefits, as long as I could provide novelty payments they could provide the safe sense of knowing I wouldn't be getting pummeled to the ground within murderous seconds. Our relations were awkward. I had wandered into their land one day and had not left even though the due date was up. Maybe because, a little before the begenning... within the prologue of my life, though no one reads prologues, with their transparency and all, I was a prince. The son of a proud king, born to rule the lands of a war torn kingdom and its reign.
"The lost little story with his shadow at his heels"


My shadow was my companion, my number two, my brother, my friend and all I had to remember. So my shadow was my shadow.. As far as I could say. I don't remember having anything with me as I traveled through the awkward rocky streets, lined with people day and night. Those were people I never saw, yet only heard of, people who I imagined talked like chattering birds, as I ducked down behind trash cans and slipped behind buildings, wile they made footsteps on the gravel. Though, I did remember somethings.

I remembered the soft footsteps in the echoing hallways, the brisk air that pushed its way through the building, the barren smell of dust and metal coming from the outer walls, on blank battlefields, scattered with metal pikes that masked the scent of blood and death. It was all all blanketed by the, old, smokey scent of the flowers. Yes, flowers aren't smokey but burning flowers are. My flowers were dripping of their bodies alit by fire, their scents wafting into the air and leading a wispy gray path for the birds to fallow.

The fire birds.

I'd like to imagine.. To make the dull days pass steadily

dull eyes

"This stories lost. You were a saviour to a kingdom born to blood and sand and now you are a stragler, to a kingdom not known to be your land," She spoke in rhymes, calling me by my old street given name again. "That's why i'm called the lost story." The humility in that sentense had left itself with my castrified confidence, which was probably being sent away in a coffin because if my courage wasn't dead it was lost somewhere. With that stangly melodic voice she spoke, a voice that the streeties would have called dangerous, because anything too easily comforting must be dangerous in their view. "These stories pages are burned."
"I will try unburning them then..."

"No! That is not the proper thing to do. The proper thing is to sit and think."

"You are fire, so getting rid of the thing that makes you who you are would only murder you."

Fade Away- Matthias


I am Zues
We lived in a castle, we lived on an island on a volcano-- home fallows me- the destiny orb dragged behind my back
I live in snowy destitute
These were not my bearings, but they are mine now


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Img of smokey flowers just sitting there
Story:

The devil sitting tall in the sky
Watching, chanting worlds all up high
Burn it, burn it all to the ground
Burn it, burn the wall all down

This empire can not give a thing
And for that it doesn't deserve to live
All those haunted grin at me
Within the pages of my memory

Radioacitve- Imagine Dragons Cover

The call of battle was strong but what was stronger was his heart. Home was a dusty path through the alleyways, but before it had been a battle field to call his own. Out from his window, with wide eyes he saw the dusty plain with the winds whisperings and hissing. "One day it will be all yours." He remebered the words avidly, as if the voice resided within his brain. His father had held he shoulder and told him stories about the heads piled up on a mountain pike, the horrified expressions and scars on them with a permanent stay.

Fun- Some Nights

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DON'T ADD More-- Look at the front page for more info
--wip


--Ignore this for now
Juichin is a bright individual that takes inspiration from almost anything. Solitary, homely and quite soft tempered. He is overly gentle and precocious. Intellectual with a sense of knowledge. Odd and unique in personality, with no sense of knowing how unique he really is.

[glassesprotag]

Reserving <3

[Pine.]

I added on the front page, right under ceiral #100's image, an image with just the lines, so you can see better :>>

Here's the link too:
http://sta.sh/018y8n6whntt

[susie.]

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Adranos

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'Adranos' or 'Adranus' was a fire God worshiped by the Sicels.
An ancient population that occupied the island of Sicily.
It was said that he had lived under Mount Etna.
An active volcano that is on the East coast of Sicily.

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.Alucard.

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-Plop-
I think I'll take this little spot right here thank you.

[redninetails]

this is such a phenomenal ceiral, good luck to the entrants! c:

[Moonskye]

Username: Moonskye
Name: Krakatoa "Kato"
(Optional) Name Explanation: If you have no knowledge of Krakatoa, click here. Krakatoa was a volcanic island that mostly exploded when the volcano erupted. There is a book titled "Krakatoa: The Day The World Exploded" and I thought it made an appropriate name. The explosion was large enough to cause atmospheric changes, according to history. A name that spectacular has to belong to a powerful enough Ceiral to wield it. [67 Words]
Gender: Male
Personality: As fiery as the lava that forged his soul, Kato is a fearsome opponent. His tendencies are extremely aggressive, seeming to hold the power of his element within them. Anything can set him off, for he is temperamental. When he is set off, he is as explosive as the mountain for which he was named. Along with his ferocity comes his dangerously tactical mind. It potentially resembles the cooling molten sheets rolling off the hills of a smoldering crater. Too hot to touch, but resemble the rock that once existed. He is... igneous. [93 Words]

Krakatoa has spent the majority of his existence alone. As the legend often goes, he was born from the ashes of a smoldering crater. Alas, it is nothing but a myth. He was born into a regular family, only he was singled out. His vibrant purples and oranges were different from the ashy greys and blacks of his siblings and mother. Thus, he was sent away, leaving almost voluntarily to escape the torment his siblings thrust upon him. He eventually reached the ocean, and having nowhere else to flee to, he began to swim. He swam for days and days, fear propelling him. Exhausted, he gave up. Per Chance, the waves kept him above water long enough to wash up on a deserted island. He grew up with the tough laws of the wild, separated from anyone of his kind. Often he would have dreams about a fiery spirit, guiding him to maturity. The spirit would constantly urge him to travel up the island's volcanic mountain, but he refused for fear of the lava. The spirit slowly drove him insane; and eventually he gave into it. As he traveled up the mountain, the spirit urged him to keep going. He followed the voice, not realizing he was standing in cooling molten until he saw it's true orange color. But... it wasn't burning him? Widening his eyes, he began to bound up the mountain. The temperature of the ground was nothing but comfortably warm. Ecstatic with his discovery, he listened to the spirit's every word. He reached the crater and looked into the magma. For once, he felt truly at peace and comfortable with himself and felt like he belonged... he was one with the lava. Taking a deep breath, he prayed to the spirit and leaped in.

It felt like hours later, but Kato finally resurfaced from the magma. He gulped in the air, feeling stronger, happier, and better than he had in a long time. After he had hit the magma, the whole world had disappeared. It was like time had stopped. In his trance like state under the magma, he saw the spirit, in fiery flesh and fur. It pulled the orb's off it's celestial neck and wrapped them around his neck. "My time... has come," it murmured wistfully. "It's time.. for a new fire king. You are Krakatoa, and you are the new king. It is the beginning of your reign. Go, my fire child." The spirit disappeared into the murky magma, and that's when he woke up. Climbing out of the lava, he admired the orbs on his neck, glowing with their own fire. A great weight and a great responsibility had been placed on his shoulders, as well as a great power. Forever he would be the fire spirit, creating chaos and also a balance, whatever happened to be necessary. He would make others fear and respect him, while respecting everyone else. Forever righting the mistakes of his own family in families across the world. [500 Words]

You, reader. You stumble across a charred old booklet. Well worn. Inside, you make out the scribbled handwriting of the author. Curious, you begin to read.

Taupo, New Zealand
I got... angry. Upset that I could not control my powers. I lost control, just what I had been warned to not do. The mountain exploded into firey colors for a millisecond before the ash filled the air. My powers protected me, but not all of the lives around the mountain. I calmed down despite the horror that flowed through me at the sight of the damage I had done. Walking through the remnants of villages my heart ached in sorrow. Reaching the base of the mountain, I noticed a shiny black substance; a dark glass. Just touching the surface calmed me. I cut out a piece and tied it to my wrist. Now I'll use it as one of those... calm stones. Hopefully it will save some lives.

P.S. It's called Obsidian, the glass is.


Saint Helena, United Kingdom
A rather out-of-the-way place, I must say. I came across it while drifting around the globe on my adventures. An old man at the trading post, who I chose to tolerate, sat me down for a cup of tea, common courtesy of their folk. He told me the history of the island, and I decided that I would allow myself to listen. After tea I had a look at his wares and came across an ornate magnifying glass. I had never seen such a glass, and it intrigued me enough to inquire about purchasing it. After doing so, I had to leave, and the magnifying glass will forever remind me of the possibility that there are truly kindred spirits. Never had I met a human so accepting of my being, and I decided it was a memory worth... keeping around.

Monu Island, Fiji
This place, uninhabited by humans, is where I lay my head to rest when I return from travels. This place is where I built my volcanic ecosystem. I was playing around with glass, as I had the materials around me. After toiling with fragile glass for hours, I finally built a sphere. It was as perfect as I could make it. Inside, I created a terrarium unlike any other, and blew the life of a miniature molten hub into the center of the sphere. A volcano terrarium. Realizing that glass could not handle that ecosystem, I changed the thickness of the glass. Somehow, the molten has not affected the glass since. I must have done something to it, but what I do not know. I will continue to observe my masterpiece and attempt the same project at a later date....

...Unfortunately, that is all you can make of the scrawl. Part of you wishes you could find the writer, but from the conditions of the paper the other part of you thinks it would not be a wise decision. [492 Words]

1. Kato Disapproves
2. Old and New Kings

[Liliette]

Whoah <3