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what about people who cant use oekaki? ;w; something's screwy with java and i cant get anything i make on oekaki to save x.x

i'll make a transparent of the lines for people to print out and color in, if that works for those of you?

[JerseyDusk]

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I have to try <3

[chaton,]

what about people who cant use oekaki? ;w; something's screwy with java and i cant get anything i make on oekaki to save x.x

i'll make a transparent of the lines for people to print out and color in, if that works for those of you?

sounds good! thank you so much ;m;

[Running Fern]

Owner: Jesus Freak


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Working on my forum! <3

• Female
• Meaning - Nymph or sea sprite
  in the Greek forum Νηρεις
  translated into Nerissa.
• Kind, elegant,
  dishonest,
  stubborn.

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[Glispa]

Name: Thunder rippling through my veins
Nickname: Throuv
Gender: Stallion
Coat colour: Smokey blue roan sabino
Personality: Out of it | Remote | Easily distracted | Silent | good listener | Kind
Throuv is not one of the brights Chrys around, ever since an accident he was in when he was younger where he got his head struck pretty badly he has been a little out of it as most like to put it. He's quite remote, it can at times almost be impossible to get in contact with him and even then he tends to be easily distracted by things around him or things that only seem to exist in his mind. He's not much for talking and mostly only converse in sounds and simple sentences. He tends to be a good listener though, even through his struggles in focusing at times he tends to easily stay tuned if he has an interesting story to listen to.

Throuv is mostly seen wandering around randomly, he doesn't seem to have any particular goal in mind and he doesn't seem to belong anywhere specific either. He may occasionally walk amongst a herd but he never stays long with the others of his race before walking off yet again. The only Chry he tends to keep around him is Rewa, even though it's mostly her keeping to him but he accepts her company and tends to not mind having her around as he do with other Chrys.

But over all this he has never been seen act harmful towards anyone, he meets everyone with the same gentle ways and seem to thrust others to do the same. Even if they act aggressive towards him he will always stay with his gentle ways and instead just leave to avoid starting something.

Name: Rose petals in the wind
Nickname: Rewa
Gender: Mare
Coat colour: Rose grey overo
Personality: Caring | Positive | friendly | Weak | Outcast
Rewa is a caring young girl with a heart of gold, She's openhearted and treats everyone with the same care even throughout their way of treating her. She's a positive girl who tries her best to not have things get to her too much, she looks at thing through the bright side and goes by the rule that things will get better some day. She's friendly and thrusting and tends to easily open up to others and accept others into her life. Which in turn also can be a bad thing, since her thrusting nature makes it easy for others to push her around.

She's quite a frail and week being who just doesn't always have the strength to keep up to what's expected, due to this she's an outcast, thrown out of most herds she has tried to fit into due to her just not being fast, strong or quick enough to keep up with the others. but she always tries her best and in that way she can be seen as a little stubborn since she before she met Throuv she never gave up on finding a herd that she could fit into.

Rewa was trudging along, her short legs carrying her forward even throughout the tiredness that filled her being. Her eyes were weakly focused on the ground before her, even though her spirit usually stayed strong and she always looked to the bright side of things she couldn't help but feel a little hopeless every time just after she had been rejected. Once again she had been kicked out of a herd she had tried so hard to fit into, at least this time she had just simply been abandoned, this time she could walk away without a trail of blood following her steps which she was grateful for.

Rewa stopped short in her steps, lifting her head up to stare up ahead at the bright light that interrupted the otherwise dark and damp surrounding of the caves she was delved around in. She stared at the light, suddenly suspicious of why it came to but she quickly found herself again and let out an amused snort at her childlike behaviour. She let her hooves carry her forward yet again, stepping right into the bright light of what came from the sun.

Rewa came to find her hooves slightly sunken down into the soft ground underneath her, the grass running as high as up to her knees, filling the whole view before her with green. She looked around at the foreign environment and quickly spotted a patch of colour not blending in with all the other natural colours of green and brown. A splash of black and white was positioned in the middle of grassy land she have come before, a splash of colour she quickly made out to be another Chrys. But she could directly see that there was something off. She couldn't put her words to it but something with the way the Chrys was moving was just so wrong in her eyes, maybe it was his seemingly constant wagging of his far to high head when he walked about or the fact that he seemed to be walking in a circle, she wasn't sure. But she still couldn't help herself, her friendly and caring ways was not something she could just simply step out of when she liked to, so it was with great care she walked up to the Chrys, making sure to step heavily to alert them on her approach.

Throuv paced along, his ears constantly flickering trying to tune in and locate the chirps of birds he could hear so softly playing along around him, but were they really birds? A quick gaze around confirmed that there was no trees around the close proximity of him and there could be no birds with no trees now could there? maybe there could, he wasn't sure. He shook his head lightly letting his focus land on the ground before him instead, leaving the soft chirping to blend out with the background noise. he realised he had been walking for quite a while now without really getting anywhere, where he going in circles? The grass in front of seemed suspiciously trampled down to the ground so that sounded possible, but he could just be walking in the trail of some other beast. however after quickly flickering his whole head a bit backwards he confirmed that he was just going in circles after spotting the neat circle track that seemed to go on forever. He stopped, letting the chirping of the birds come into his focus again, now where they where was the question he asked himself as his eyes drifted off in random directions, head still held high and almost completely unaware of the mare standing almost right beside him

Suddenly there was a chirp higher than any other of the soft chirps of birds and Throuv's ears quickly flickered trying to locate it. Once he did he quickly threw his head around and faced the mare standing there. His eyes focused in on her appearance, taking it even if for her his eyes was just blankly staring past her as if focused on something else entirely. That was when the sound returned, this time quieter and more uncertain. The low hum spelling out the words of a simply greeting, words flowing gently. A look of shyness struck the mare and she turned her head away just a little and let her ears drop ever so slightly before the soft words yet again left her being. This time there was a higher chirp that ended in a quick flicker of her ears, words coming out as a question, a question of his well-being. His attention was interrupted by the wind picking up, his head was thrown up even higher that before, ears flickering quickly trying to make an understanding of the rushing sound in his ears that constantly changed with the movement of his ears. Now partly distracted from the mare he quickly threw a short hum her way, just a simple sound with not a single word to it, just a sound and nothing else.



Rewa was struck with confusion at the short hum with no meaning to it. She stood there silently swapping her balance from different legs as she tried to make sense of his sound. There was not much of the stallion that made sens to her, she could not understand his ways and why he was so wrong in her eyes. She watched him, saw his ears flickering quickly as if hearing something she couldn't. She let out a small and barely audible snort to clear her mind before she went on with a different approach. So with a dragged out chirp finished of with a gentle nod of her head she introduced herself, she introduced herself by the name she had been given at birth, Rose petals in the wind.



Throuv's attention towards the mare was brought back ever so slightly by the silent snort that escaped her being, he was just about to question the sound to himself when her soft words brought him out of the action. His ears immediately moved and focused in on her, taking in the words that came with the dragged out chirp, the name of her being. In his mind he brought up his memory of her being, he let the soft words of her's flow in his mind before marking the words of her name to her appearance. He had met and seen many in his days but there were few who he had a name to. Even though his hearing was fully focused on the mare his eyes were simply just drifting off staring at nothing in particular, paying no attention whatever lied before him. He worded his intention carefully in his mind before speaking up in a higher hum which he finished of with a sudden beat of one of his hooves to the ground to make the word of his choice clear and certain. Listening, was what he said and what he was doing.

Rewa listened to the word he spoke and put her mind on trying to make sense of it. She had already realised that the stallion wasn't one to speak all that much, but that was besides the point. Once she had made his attention clear in his mind she nervously spoke up even though she on the inside was exited over anything else. She spoke in a series of hums with a short chirp towards the end to mark her uncertainty overt he situation. She began with the simple question to confirm his intentions of hearing more about her and finished with the statement that it would be a long story to tell. She quietly shot him a glance and found that he seemingly was staring off at nothing in particular whilst his ears was clearly focused on her only.

When he didn't speak another word or moved an inch from where he stood and stayed focused and listening to her sounds she gave in. She stared off in the same direction he did, trying to spot if there was anything he could be seeing before shyly starting to tell him her story. her words began as quiet and uncertain but steadily grew in strength and she gained a flow as she relaxed with her words. She told him the story of her childhood, of the days where the caves were brighter and the air not as harsh. She told him about his family and the herd she grew up to like, when the days were growing gloomier. She told him about her first love and the foal so thin and pale that never came to be. And she told her about the hate and the fights that led to her being left alone in the dust and darkness when the darkness seemed to be the only thing that existed. She told him of her continuous attempts an her decision to never give up. And lastly she told him of her hopes, and her dreams even though the darkness never seemed to leave. She left her words trail of as she much like the stallion staring off at nothing in particular, waiting for his reaction to her words.

Rewa stayed silent, quietly glancing at the stallion when he turned around and started walking off to somewhere only he could know. She kept her hope up, and dared to think that that was not all and was delighted when he spoke up in a soft tone. A lower hum finished with a delighted chirp that made out the words for her to follow if she so liked. For anyone else those words would seem harsh but not for her. For her they where words of acceptance, someone who opened their heart for her and allowed her to be there. So she followed, because she had finally found someone who accepted her, someone who was willing to hear her story and not just judge her for what she could and couldn't do. So she followed and let him lead her wherever his heart lead him.

[Cavy's Girl]

Mythos - Journey

≋Owner: Cavy's Girl

≋Name: Vellamo

Vellamo (also known as Wellamo) is the goddess of water, lakes and seas in Finnish mythology. She is said to be tall and beautiful, and is much respected by fishermen, who pray to her for good fishing luck. Vellamo can also control the winds to help sailors, and she controls the storms and waves. Vellamo has magical cows that live on underwater fields. Sometimes, during the morning mist, she brings her cows above the surface to eat water hay. Vellamo wears a blue dress that is made from sea foam.

Her name comes from the Finnish word 'velloa', which means 'movement of water and waves'. Vellamo's husband is the Finnish sea god Ahti.

≋Gender: Mare
≋Personality: She has an organizing ability as well as an expressive, positive, and self-confident nature. She is able to work well with others and can capably direct their activities. She enjoys music and art, and loves to meet and mix with others. An appreciation for quality has prompted her to strive for the best standards. On occasion, she can be intolerant and critical of others, quick to argue and to dominate situations. Though she has a fair degree of balance, she would have to watch that strong feelings through emotional experiences, could create unsettled conditions in her personal life. Although she has the urge to be self-expressive and happy, she can be overbearing, with a materialistic approach that frustrates those close to her.

Blackheart - Two Steps From Hell

≋Link to mate: xXx

≋Name: Ahti

Ahti is a god of the sea and of fishing, portrayed as a man with a handlebar moustache and beard of moss. He is the consort of Vellamo, and they dwell in the undersea palace of Ahtola. He probably possesses some fragments of Sampo, which was broken and then lost at sea after a battle. Also Vetehinen and Iku-Turso live underwater with Ahti.

≋Gender: Stallion
≋Personality: He has the ability to be creative along practical lines of endeavor. His ideas can be very original and inventive. He enjoys being with others in a social environment. His personal appearance is important to him, for he desires to make a good impression on others. His pleasant manner attracts others to him with their problems and he is capable of offering practical advice, though he would probably not follow his own advice. He can be somewhat too concerned with the personalities, problems, and activities of others. He is positive and decisive and can be outspoken in the expression of his opinions, but he lacks the self-confidence needed to follow through with his ideas and plans. Procrastination is often his downfall. He frequently chooses the path of least resistance to avoid his responsibilities. It is not easy for him to overcome obstacles or face issues. This does him an injustice in that it restricts his success in personal pursuits through a lack of ambition. Although he has the urge to be creative and original, he often leads to procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize his goals and ambitions.

≋How they met: The caves were dank, musty. Over their heads the large castle loomed, the ramparts glaring at them, daring them to push their attack. It was positioned well, the sea rising on 3 sides but it covered the great cavern and blocked the toxic sunlight of the outside world. His armor felt heavy, his bow slung on his back tapped out a rhythm his feet marched to. They would take the castle today or die trying. Halt was called and each line of men and women slowed. Sweat dripped off his forehead, and a nervousness gnawed at his guts. Just ahead though the many bodies, he heard more than saw the commander, yelling his war speech, pumping the front line up. Beyond that the poor bodies of the men of the castle, blocked out of their home to break the wave that was coming to their door. With a loud heavy roar, shields banging the charge was issued. The torrent of feet thundering the ground was deafening. Then all of a sudden they were upon the other faction screams of dying men rang all around him and he threw himself into battle, only survival on his mind. Within the fray he met a young woman, her face streaked with tears, and her white hair matted with filth. Fear raged in her eyes as they locked with his, and the fierceness took him aback, that moment of hesitance made his world turn black and suddenly he was down on the ground, he didn't know what had happened at first, not until he saw the woman's face once more, this time sorrow had overtaken the rage, pity was behind her tears. He knew he was going to die.

He woke, pain tearing at his mind, yet it felt so far away. Opening his eyes he saw the crows circling the battle below. He couldn't move, it took all the energy he had to keep his eyes open. He could hear crying, moaning, but didn't understand that was coming from him. The oceans high tide lapped at his boots and over his right arm. And the salt water burned his wounds. Soon the darkness was engulfing him again. Once he woke it was dark, he didn't know how much time had passed but the foam of sea water lapped all around him. Something lingered in his sight though, a brilliant blue figure, larger than a human paced slowly through the wreckage. And now he could see the dark figures lifting from the laden ground. This beautiful creature, with eyes like the woman, scanned every inch devouring the darkness, the evil of this world. The evil of war. It moved slowly deliberately, like it was floating on the air, or the waves. And soon it was upon him, fear made him shut his eyes, until he felt heat near his face. The cold fingers of Death pulled him down, but the heat from its breath kept him whole. His eyes opened for what he knew to be the last time, they matched the deep black, and the yellow orange, it grew brighter and brighter until it burned, but he couldn't look away. Then everything went black once more.

The feeling of weightlessness, and brilliant blue this was all he could comprehend. He moved lazily, as if in a dream, along with the water's current. Groups of warm bubbles rose around him from the dark depths. He understood that he was different, he had been changed. He had been freed from his suffering by the creature. The creature was near him still, it seemed to watch over him, he understood her name to be Vellamo, a goddess? He wasn't sure but this was the line of thought he understood. She moved closer to him and then that heavy warm breath once more.

Stars moved overhead on the beach, the waves lapped at his powerful legs, his head swayed to the rhythm of the ocean. A wild bird call breathed beside him on the beach and he looked lovingly upon his mate. Ahti knew nothing of his former life, only the wild torrent of the ocean and the protection of Vellamo, until he was strong enough to stand beside her. She accepted him and he was finally happy.

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

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[hallowitch]

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I'll get this going tomorrow. D:

[koi97]

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:~Koi~:
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Kouga
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Vanity
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[Fuscontidox]

I realized I have to redo my color in because I didn't realize the design I chose wasn't allowed x.x this is I believe attempt #3 XD okay! I'm off to do that