[Hail.]

Ah!! Snakey!!!! Shady, why do you do this to me?!?!

I'm going to resist from entering >.> but if anyone wants to include my snakey boy Impari just shoot me a pm! I'd love for him to be friends with this one ^w^ snakes are the best!!

[9-9-999]

Username: 9-9-999
Name: Shi
Translation: Death
Gender: Female
Companion: Shi's companion is a beast commonly recognized as a dragon, though it is not entirely one, named Ōgama. It is a creature made entirely of bone and soul wisp with the ability to extract souls from its victims. It's species is known as Arridias Mercius and it is the final one known to life.
Story:

Hollow earth and dried bone. That's all there was, that's all we are destined to be. Life may seem to be such a long lasting thing, but even legends are not powerful or wise enough to escape the clutches of the shadows that lurk at the end. They may avoid it for some time, or they may be sucked into them early on, but everyone is subject to the cold at one point or another. Everyone, that is, except for the Reapers themselves. The quiet mercenaries of the cold that lurk about and walk in shadows, eyes gleaming as they study and wait for their next target to drag them into the cruel clutches of that unspeakable cold. Who are these messengers of the cold? These reapers of the light and harbingers of the dark? That would be us, Shi and Ōgama, the reapers for the cold.

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My closest friend is a male Arridias Mercius named Ōgama, which translates to Scythe. He is a solemn being of cold and darkness that doesn't do much more than his job of stealing souls from the dead and giving them to me. He is unable to communicate through words, and so he speaks through speech bubbles made out of soul wisp with symbols and characters of a language unknown to mankind that I am capable of understanding.
Ōgama is invisible to anyone he does not wish to be seen by with an exception only to me, of which he had no choice to be seen by or not. We met back several thousand years ago in a timeline I do not quite remember. While I don't entirely recall our encounter, I do remember falling for him instantly and immediately wishing for him to be my companion for eternity. At first, he was hostile to me, but after seeing who and what I was, he accepted me and embraced the cold that shrouded me, thus becoming my scythe.
Ōgama and I are inseparable in every way and different in every subject. Where is see a beacon of happiness and opportunity, he sees the looming cold that awaits everyone around every corner. Sure he can be a bit gloomy and looming, but he is still amazing company! He's really good at riddles and prophecies, though not so much when it comes to rhyming. I listen to him anyway because I enjoy what he manages to come up with and enjoy trying to solve his riddles.

Perhaps our favorite thing to do together is our job. Sure it might seem grim and dark, being full of death and all, but it's actually rather fun. We often turn it into a game, guessing at who is next, though Ōgama always wins. He has the ability to see what he calls clocks on others. It's a small dial over everyone's heart that slowly ticks down. When their time is near, the dial flashes red and yellow. When the time has run out, the dial turns black and withers away when the soul is taken. I, on the other hand, haven't been blessed with such an ability. I can, however, see the souls of all living things and view what the being is like within their heart by the color of that soul. Often times, those with a powerful sense of good or bad are covered from head to toe by their soul. It's those people that the cold desires most, and that I am often sent after to collect immediately. After all, it's a big race. Ōgama and I only have a half hour after the being has passed on to gather the soul and give it to the cold, otherwise the Noragis will show up to devour the soul and do away with it permanently. That's our quest, our mission, our directive. Retrieve and return the souls before the Noragis can touch them. It's a busy job, one soul every second, but I enjoy it. It makes the time pass by quickly, and helps me to meet some famous people. Mozart, Mr. Lincoln, Einstein, and more. There are a few souls, however, that I like very much, and so I keep them trapped in vials tied to a rope around my neck. Their glows are like candles to me, though mortals cannot see them, just like how they can't see Ōgama.

Ōgama and I are not really who you want to see anytime soon, as our appearance is an omen of the cold reaching out to you. However, we don't always have deathly intentions. Sometimes you may see me wandering here and there, or I may even chat with you. Don't feel threatened or worried, because so long as you don't see Ōgama, you'll live through the night.

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[9-9-999]

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[RedFur1322]

res! Love the lil' snek nose >V<

[Xelinator]

reserve with a possum ;o;

[ShadyBro]

For the maximum of 800 words, is that the entire form? Or just the story?

Just the story.

[koegami]

A bat.

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[Bettalong]

Username: Bettalong
Name: Thorn
Gender: Male
Companion: A little field mouse named Chisai! (beautiful ref art by kylo ren. <3 )
Story:
It was a fresh, gleaming day - cloudless, moderately moist, and sunny. In the midst of the dewy grasses of a flower-filled field lay a field mouse by the name of Chisai - true to his name, being very small. But this little mouse was no ordinary mouse - Chisai has always dreamt of traveling to the beginnings and ends of the world despite his parents' warnings of 'how the world would consume him alive.' With a brief yawn and stretch, the field mouse headed off to the dense woods that lie in front of the colorful field. "If I just hide from the world..." Chisai whispered to himself as he set foot in the woods,"the world will most definitely be bound to find me."
It wasn't long after entering the woods that the tiny field mouse found something obscure. Along with a trail of bristly leaves, Chisai could see large pawprints that appeared to go in every possible direction! The field mouse sighed as he knew that these pawprints could only lead to an apex predator, but he was intrigued - why all the bristly leaves? With only a few glances, Chisai could identify these leaves as poison ivy leaves - and with a sudden noise of shaking bushes as well as distant and exhausted whining, Chisai knew something was certainly going on. Taking great caution, Chisai scampered towards the direction of which the odd noise seemingly has come from. Before the mouse could clearly see what exactly was even happening, a broad, tufted tail was slammed down in front of him - luckily missing him by only a couple centimeters. Shaking, Chisai's eyes floated towards the source of this intimidating tail - only to have his eyes meet with a rather amusing, but sorry sight. Within a sharp, itchy, and fuzzy mess of vines and leaves was a Viscet whose face seemed to be completely drained of motivation and determination. Naturally frightened by the fact that Viscets are more than capable of devouring mice, a shiver ran up Chisai's spine as he approached the Viscet with caution. Though the mouse was frightened, he reminded himself that he would forever remember how he did not stop to help one in need if he skipped by - and feel a terrible guilt. "G-good day, Mr. Viscet. I was just walking along when I came a-across a mess and stumbled upon your tail and..." The tired viscet lifted an eye as the mouse froze - trying to keep his courage.
"You've come to mock me, right? 'Cause I'm all tangled up...." The viscet started unsatisfyingly - setting his head down on the damp ground in vain.
"O-oh, no, I'm afraid you're mistaken!" Chisai responded as he tried to regain confidence. "I was.. Well... How are you tangled- I mean... Do you need.. Help?" With the word 'help', the viscet's expression immediately lit up with joy as Chisai received a cheery, and desperate response of "Y ESSSSSS PLEASE!!!" With a rapid, uncomfortable heartbeat, Chisai made his way into the messy vines - chewing away at them one by one. It wasn't long before the viscet sprung out of the 'trap' that held it - striking a shock of fear throughout Chisai's body as he was almost ready to flee.
"Hey! I really appreciate what you did for me there, mousie!" The viscet called out as he pranced around. Feeling a little more confident that the viscet has not shown interest in eating him, Chisai decided that it would probably be safe to talk with them.
"So.. How did you end up in that mess?" Chisai started, glancing back at the bitten vines.
"Oh! That!.. Haha, well, I was chasing birds! The feathery dorks brought me through bunches of poison ivy, and then over into the vines. Ah, I always lose myself when it comes to chasing things. Definitely not my last time getting caught up in vines full of thorns, though!" The viscet laughed as he lightly brushed his fur. "It's why my name's Thorn anyway, I suppose." Thorn noted proudly and humorously.
"Ah, well my name's Chisai! It's nice to be of your acquaintance!" Chisai gladly responded.
"I'm also wondering.." Thorn started "Why are you in the woods? I don't usually see mice like you around these parts, and it's kinda dangerous for your sort.."
Chisai sighed as he proudly responded,"I wanted to explore the unknown."
With a smile on his face and an impressed expression, Thorn sat himself by the mouse.
"Explore the unknown? Like... Adventures, right? I don't suppose you'd be looking for a buddy to travel with, would you?"
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[RedFur1322]

Username: RedFur1322

Name: Lesley

Gender: Male

Companion: Lesley is proud to say his companion is a Raven.

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