[Neko-the-Gunslinger]

Sora nekos are what all of the felines of the world originate from, they are an ancient species, only recently discovered. They are much like the felines of today except that they defy the laws of science, like they can fly and unnatural phenomenon seem to happen around them, some classing it as 'magic'.

The common sora neko has long fur and their orbs which they keep safe at all costs. It is said if their orb is broken they will die. A leader of a clowder will either be a matriarch or a patriarch. The matriarchs and patriarchs of this species are easy to see, the females have ribbons and blossoms trailing from their fur, while the patriarchs have long ribbons with large bells.

Common sora nekos are forbidden from breeding, they do not have the privilege and it is seen as a great honor to be able to reproduce, only matriarchs and patriarchs may breed. Sora nekos are only able to breed for the first 12 years of their life, a year is a human month in the life of a sora neko, their lives stretching far beyond a normal humans capability though.

Sora nekos are a peaceful species, they adore company, are extremely finicky and love nothing better than to explore and discover beautiful things. They live in clowders but actually prefer the company of humans more than their own species, humans fascinating them, they enjoy watching and learning from them.

For you to win this darling, you must write a story of her. A story of how she became a fallen angel Sora. Or how did she acquire the halo? Or draw her as she soars the skies, forever lost in the darkness.

[center]Name:
Cecedit. It means 'fallen' in Latin. (Suh-see-deet)

Age:
5

Gender:
Female

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Story
Nobody knows.

I melt into the darkness once night falls, and when all humans are in their houses, I unleash the evil in my heart.

Soul-snatching.

I scent and taste the air. It smelled deliciously sweet, and the souls which wander out of their sleeping mortal bodies are oblivious to me. Silently, I swooped through the air, latching myself on a wispy shape.

It howled, unable to escape as I paralyze it with my bright gold eyes. As I feed on the essence of it, sighing in contentment, lightning split the heavens and rain started to fall, grieving for another loss of a soul. The other souls have fled elsewhere; afraid of me. Letting out a purr of satisfication, I tried to ignore my rich brown fur that was soaked by the relentless rain, leaving me cold and miserable. Inside me, though, was a strange emptiness that was colder than ice.

I try to shrug the strange feeling away. It feels so uncomfortable, like something itchy that clings onto fur and cannot be shaken or bit off. This feeling has disturbed me since the day the Death Eclipse borne me, and try as I might, I cannot make out what is causing this.

I harden myself against these thoughts. I should be fearless, free of worries. I am power and destruction itself. The dark forest where I reside in during the day looms before me, and with great relief I pick up speed, racing against the fingers of dawn that creep through the sky. Deftly, I slip into the shadows of the trees, sighing as a feeling of safety envelopes me. My bright gold eyes do not work well during the day.

As I am about to curl up in a tree hollow, a quiet sound of sobbing makes me prick my ears. What was that? Not a human, for sure, I decide, sniffing at the air. It smells strange, like a mixture of honey tinged with the all too familiar scent of bitter hate and resentment, with the burning sensation of regret and sadness.

My curiousity gets the better of me. The glowing halos wrapped around my body warm up, vibrating slightly as my mood switches to excitement and thrill. Ignoring the pain that tingled through my fur where a ray of sunlight touched it, I followed the source of the sobs. Curiosity kills the Neko, a voice warns, but I pay no heed to it.

I catch a small glimpse of a figure with raven-black hair between the foliage, and steeling myself, I cautiously near it.

I can hardly control my surprise. A fallen angel! She has striking features, like all angels, and her wavy hair rippled halfway down her waist. She looks just like a blessed one, except for the tattered ebony dress she wears and the small ebony orbs bobbing around her. The sugared scent of angel's stardust was fading from her, too. In one clenched fist she grips a golden halo, which glows dully. Her once-majestic feathered wings droop despondently.

She looks up in shock when I let out a small meow. "H-hello, Neko," she murmurs, reaching out her hand. I contemplate for a while before leaning against it. "You feel so soft," she says, smiling a little. Her tear-filled eyes brighten a bit, and she asks,"You're a fallen angel Neko, aren't you? Like me," she adds sadly when I nod.

We rest in companiable silence and she continues rubbing my fur absent-mindedly. With each minute, the empty feeling...warms up. I have never expected this. "I'm...my name is Angelique." She laughed bitterly. "How ironic." She grinned as I let out a purr of amusement. I pick up a stick in my mouth and carve my name as best as I can in the ground. "C-e-c-e-d-i-t," she reads out. "That's Latin for fallen, huh?" I nod and she smooths my fur. Then she pulls out a loose silken thread from her dress and tying her halo tightly to it, she carefully places the thread around my neck. "There. A gift for you, 'cause you're my first best friend."

As we watch in awe, the halo glows, brighter than ever.

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Who says fallen angels can't feel?

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[Neko-the-Gunslinger]

Changed date since that would be easier for me^^
Good luck to all <3

[WitchSoul0123]

I may have to try for her^^
she also reminds me of my other sweetheart, soXD

[WitchSoul0123]

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Name: Kuraiake 'Ravenspeaker' 'Deathbringer'
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Gender: Female
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Once upon a time, in a place as far from here as the sky from earth, there was a young Sora Neko. Now, this kit came from a liniage that possessed gifts of light and gaity, with coats that sparkled like diamons, or shimmered like mist, filled with flickering rainbows, or that gleamed with the sheane of gold. However, this kit was nither light nor esspecialy beautiful. Her copper fur was dull, and the gold markings were thin and, though pretty of their own right, were dim compared to the gaudy swirls that adorned her sisters. The most captivating of her features were a pair of bright golden eyes like miniature suns, more sparkiling then the golden orbs that sloated behind her.
This kit was lonely, disspised by her vain sisters for her more simple appearence. her ownly comfort was a black raven who often swooped through the clouds that were her home. To her she spilled all of her anger, for she was a jealous child, prone to grudges and hatred.
Now, while to you this may seem like a sad and dreary situation, to her, this was the way of life.
One day, a day like any other, so it would seem, though, in the end, it would be so much more, one of her sisters spied her and the raven in the clouds. This lady had the purest white fur trimmed in silver and gold, and sparkiling in the light, was the most beautiful of them all, and the silken threads of her fur shimmered with liht even in darkness. On her head she wore the shinning halo that was born by only the purest of their family. She hated to see her darker sister in such a state, weeping and stomping with anger, sadness, and fear. As she was truly pure of heart, she devised a plan to raise her sister into their family's favor, granting her the statis of a full angel, so that she could fly with honor like her older sisters did.
Unknown to the dark neko, the angelic lady spun her trap so that her sister could save the lives of the three worst of their siblings, and be granted the status she deserved.
Now she would set her last thread in place. she whent to the raven and asked for assistance. The raven, suspicious, questioned her, but in the end, seeing her kindness, agreed.
And so the weeks dragged on, and the dark neko suspected nothing. Then, on midsummers eve, the dark neko was woken by the screams of the three. Leaping from her cloud, she saw the three bright points amid a swirling mass of black feathers and beaks sharpened like knives. the three screamed for help, but non of the other neko's who came to help them could get through the writhing mass. The dark neko saw this, but realized their folly. the birds were attacking anything bright, the white ang gold of their coats, the glistening gems hurt the eyes or the demon-birds, scaring them to a frenzy, or, at least, thats how it looked. None of her family could get past the birds due to their light, but the dark Neko looked at her own dull coat and knew that they would not be afraid of her. Pushing through the onlookers and into the flock, she called out in the language of all with feathers, which she had learned from her raven, "These creatures will not hurt you. Come away, and fly in your own dark skies where no light will claw you," The ravens, looked at her. She lept into the sky, and, seeing a friend, followed the dark neko.
When she returned, she was greeted by the matriarcs of her family, who, perswaded by the angel, granted the dark neko a title, 'Ravenspeaker' and that angel placed upon her sisters head the glittering Halo.
But the story did not end here, on no.

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[WitchSoul0123]

Also, just thinking, reading he rules, I'm not sure your allowed to do art as part of a form? Anyhow...
May there be a tiny bit of darkness(murder) in my story? The plan is that she killed, and her status of fallen angel is the price she pays for taking a life.

[Neko-the-Gunslinger]

Yes you are aloud to make art as part of your form^^ Anything to win her over; show me that you truly want to win her XD
And any story is all right; Write of whatever you wish^^

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