[m0chicakez]

:Form:

Name:

Akeelah

Breedable:

Yes, but you need my permisson though

Description:

(Give a description on this Elkrin's personality, traits, and rider information. No word limit but please be reasonable.)

Short Story or Art:

(You may either write a short story with a 1000 word limit and/or place up three-five pieces of various art.)

I hope I can finish it this time :3

[Eyvindr]

okie dokie what do you mean by rider information if dont mind me asking

[Benathorn]

Elkrin are a species based in a fantasy world.
You can find on the main page of the adoptables thread a whole codex of information explaining where they come from and what a Rider is.
Basically, just give info on the one who rides the Elkrin if you wish.
I hope that helps some~

[celestiaa]

:Form:

Name:

Lanna

Breedable:

Yes.

Description:

Elkrin:

Lanna is a spirited young doe with a penchant for trouble-making and a curiosity so fierce that it can bemuse even the wisest of Elkrin. She is a swift and headstrong creature, all long legs and big golden eyes. Not even the thickest tangle of vines can deter her from her destination, and her sure footing allows her to scale the most twisted of trees. In fact, Lanna has a particular fondness for old trees with wizened, gnarly branches that knot together in the most intricate curves, and can often be found curled up in them. The dark teal colour of her skin is shared amongst the does and fawns that make up her herd, but her fiery red fur and crimson tail are brighter than the others’. This makes for an incredible disguise amongst the tropical flowers in her jungle home, but her bright red fur isn’t quite so helpful for hiding in gloomier conditions. Lanna has no reason to worry about predators, though – there is no creature that can outrun a frightened Tropical Fade Elkrin in the sprawl of Eldemoore’s jungles.

Rider Info:

Eden Lamonte is a 17-year old boy with a strange story to tell. Don’t be fooled by his rather feminine name – although his large grey eyes, soft brown hair and slender limbs don’t exactly help his cause. In fact, his name is a long-standing joke amongst the members of his family, who, funnily enough, enjoy seeing him fidget in discomfort whenever the topic rises. On to more important things, though. Eden is a very laid-back person, but this trait of his is more of a double-edged blade; he scarcely has enough motivation to do anything. After the death of his twin sister and closest confidant, Lanna, he became introverted and separated himself from society. Besides sleeping and star-gazing, the only interest he retained was in Elkrin, the mythical race of dragon-deer that inhabit the land of Eldemoore. Over the years, Keira Lamonte tried a plethora of methods in an attempt to get her youngest son to get involved with the people of Alabaster City. After what seemed to be an eternity of pleading and sweet-talking in vain, Eden was finally forced away from the City by his uncle, an eccentric explorer and Keira Lamonte’s only brother. Since then, he’s traveled as far as the Celtlands and all the way to Dune; his next destination will be the rich jungles of Eldemoore, where the Tropical Fade Elkrin are rumoured to live.

Short Story or Art:

{ w i p; writer's block is the bane of my existence. }
I grimaced as I picked way over the monstrous roots of an upturned tree, cleverly hidden in the shadow of several broad-leaved plants which grew around it in abundance. The air was hot and moist, and I had long since abandoned my heavy black traveling cloak. I had grown accustomed to wearing it during my travels across Eldemoore, and its thickness had been a great comfort in the colder parts of the region. Now, it was draped carelessly over my arm, a mere discomfort in the humidity of the jungle. Even with the absence of my cloak, the soft cotton of my shirt clung to my back, just as the accursed heat clung to my skin from all sides.

I glanced ahead at my uncle, Kevin Cyllith, who was scrambling over the jungle floor with relative ease. Unlike me, the heat didn’t seem to bother him at all. He was a cheerful man of 50, with grey streaked through his red-brown hair, and the same grey eyes that had been passed down to me by my mother. His heavy cloak was still draped around his shoulders, pinned at his throat by a simple jade brooch that he had purchased during one of his expeditions to the Oriental Isles. He was also carrying a heavy traveling pack, similar to the one that I had over my shoulder, worn and faded from years of hard use. He paused for a moment as I caught up with him, panting slightly from exertion.

He pointed to the mass of roots that we’d just passed. “Look there, Eden,” he said quietly.

I looked. Although cloaked by ferns and flowers, there was an obvious hollow beneath the fallen tree. “It’s a den. What of it?” I said impatiently.

My uncle nodded in agreement, oblivious to my worsening mood. “Not just any den, either – look at the size of it! It must have been home to a group of Elkrin at some point – Tropical Fades, of course, those are the only ones that live here.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Notice that it’s a bit caved in, though; they probably abandoned it when the tree died. It’s too bad we couldn’t catch sight of them.”

Now that caught my attention. “Uncle,” I began. “What – what would you do if we found an Elkrin?”

“I’ve been traveling Eldemoore for longer than you’ve been born – almost nineteen years – and I’ve seen almost every inch of this land. There’s beauty in every place on Eldemoore, Eden, but I’d have traded all the riches in the Oriental Isles for a partner to keep me company along the road. Some people don’t know what it’s like to be lonely, but … we both know the feeling.”

[pecan]

:Form:

Name:

Glorificus. This means 'glorious' in Latin.

Breedable:

Yes.

Description:

The Elkrin

Glorificus, or simply Glory for short, is often described as 'jade afire' by those lucky and stealthy enough to catch a mere glimpse of her. They were not able to provide a detailed description of this beautiful creature, though, because of her ability to fade into the surroundings. Glorificus certainly lives up to her name. With her pelt of blue-tinged emerald and feathers of flame leaping up from her shoulders and hindquarters, and unfathomable green-gold eyes that seem to know every corner of your soul, what more can you ask than the glory of this Elkrin?

Personality

Glorificus lives up to her name in terms of her appearance, but her personality does not really suit it. She is tempremental; and you can say that inside her lies an ocean. She is calm and serene one moment, but stormy and dangerous the next. Well, not really dangerous. She can throw nasty tantrums, stamping her cloven hooves, rearing and bucking. But when she is in her best mood, she is certainly a perfect companion, guiding and escorting her Rider through the journey of life. Her random mood swings does not make her loyalty and faith to her Rider falter. She is some sort of a prankster as well, fading into the surroundings of the forest and popping out somewhere ahead to playfully scare her Rider. Those moments of prank-playing are rare, though. She can be dreadfully headstrong at times, but her decisions are never to be doubted. She will never lead anyone, bad or good, into the claws of danger. She has a character of shadowed light, in shorter words.

The Rider

Danette Krystallina, or Danny as she prefers to be called by in spite of the 'boyishness', hails from the magical Celtlands. Like most Celts, she has pale skin, piercing blue eyes and lustrous honey-gold hair she always pulls into a messy ponytail. Her accent is not very thick, though, and she keeps to herself unlike the other outspoken Celts. That is why she stands out from them, and has no friends at all. Her family treats her like a stubborn stain on a white cloth and that hardens her heart, making her snappish and violent to anyone who displeases her. Everyone avoids her like the plague, and she usually takes long walks in the wild, untamed tropical jungle, which feeds her taste for adventure. She longs for someone who she can blurt out everything too, especially a Rune, or even an Elkrin. She has also learned the art of 'invisibility' over the lonely years to avoid the mocking and teasing of her schoolmates by simply sitting smack in the middle of class and showing no expression at all. Nobody talks to her, anyway, not even her family.

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At last, luck had shone on her bright enough to grant one of her wishes--she is the Rider of one of the rarest creatures in all of Eldemore--an Elkrin! A Tropical Fade Elkrin, to be precise. Danette, like Glorificus, is more slender, lithe and nimble. Her limbs are mysteriously stronger, and her blue eyes have flecks of green-gold in them. She has developed an impressive talent for climbing up even the largest trees or one with writhing branches that will confuse a monkey, accompanied with endurance that surpasses that of an Arabian horse. She now no longer lives in the Celtlands, but resides in the heart of the tropical jungles, still near enough to sprint back to her village if she ever needs to snag anything in the cover of night.

Personality

If not for her differences, Danette would have been like any ordinary resident of the Celtlands. As a result of the harsh treatment, she is sullen instead of cheerful; brooding instead of happy; and has a locked-up heart instead of an open one. She wishes she can correct all her flaws, and never fails to wish upon any shooting star which dashes past the sky once in a while. She is quite sensitive too, and though she tries to block out the mocking whispers of her siblings and schoolmates, she cannot help the anger and embarrassment that make her cheeks flare red. She wants take her anger out somehow, but she is clever enough to know that she might be rejected more if she ever does anything awful; maybe even exiled for 'witchcraft'. Danette, in truth, is a easygoing, happy girl, with a knack for 'debating' and throwing people off course with sudden strange questions.

Short Story or Art:

I fingered my lucky charm--a piece of jade. My own reflection, a wild-eyed girl with messy honey hair, stared back at me blankly. For a moment, my pain and troubles melted away. I rubbed the smooth, glossy surface of the jade again and slipped it into my jeans' pocket. I had found it, dirty and scratched, half-buried in the mud of the only tropical jungle in the outskirts of Celtlands, not very far from my village. The jade had always been lucky in some way to me.

I glanced at the sun, drowning in the coral-streaked horizon. Time to go back, and face all my troubles and miseries again. I sucked in a last gulp of the crisp air and stood up, scuffing the leaf-littered ground. Then, a faint flute-like wail--like that of someone playing the highest pitch on a flute--made my ears tingle as I began to retrace my steps. I froze. Was an animal in trouble?

It sounded again, much closer than before, and now tinged with triumph and happiness. My eyes narrowed, my hand slipping into my pocket to touch the jade for luck--luck for me. And the animal, whatever it was doing. "I'm gonna find it. Help it. I don't care," I muttered under my breath, listening hard for the sound again.

Then the tiger-lilies, fiery against the hibiscus bushes, seemed to ripple like liquid. "What--" My breath caught in my throat as--

An Elkrin doe, her pelt a glossy emerald tinged with turquoise, feathers of flame leaping from her shoulders and hindquarters, stepped out of the shuddering air. Her green-gold eyes locked with mine, deep as a forest pool. Quick as a striking snake, she touched my arm with her velvety muzzle. "Ow," I cringed as static shot up my arm. The doe's eyes were amused. Greetings, Rider. Sorry for the static.

I blinked. I was unsurprised by the mind-communication. Magic happens every day, so it had become a commonity to the Celts. "Rider? You're not--" The doe's eyes, so calm and gentle before, now burned with a fire--anger. Do not doubt my judgement! she hissed. I backed down. "Sorry, Elkrin."

It's Glorificus, not 'Elkrin'! she spat, ears flattened.

I grinned, amused by the doe's mood swings. We have a lot in common, I thought. "Come," I beckoned to Glorificus. "Let's go." Where to? she asked, anger quenched by excitement.

"Anywhere, as long as we're together," I said simply, then blushed and looked down, knowing I sounded mushy, like someone in a romance movie. Glorificus snorted in amusement and nudged me with her muzzle. "We are connected by a bond. It is unbreakable, no matter how much the Rider rejects the Elkrin or vice versa."

I nodded thoughtfully, and without thinking I reached into my pocket for the piece of jade. Gritting my teeth and ignoring the what-are-you-gonna-do-I-know-it's-something-bad glare from Glorificus, I snapped the jade into two perfect halves. You just damaged a precious thing! the Elkrin screeched. I shrugged, though a pinprick of sadness poked my heart. "It's worth it. Here." I slipped a half of the jade into the fiery feathers and made sure it would not fall out. Then I placed the other half into my pocket, shock flooding me at what I had done. But it was worth everything.

Glorificus sniffed at the jade. "It's for luck," I explained when she looked questioningly at me. Luck? she snorted. When you broke it, I'll bet my fur that all the luck had drained away already. "Fine, then," I retorted, stung that Glorificus did not appreciate my gift. She nuzzled me. I...I just thought you would want the whole jade. I smiled. "Well, it's a token of friendship now."

They say wildlings of the tropical jungle on the outskirts of the Celtlands stole a child. A child who nobody cares about. A child they trained to be as wild as them. The wildlings, they say, are an Elkrin and its Rider. Or maybe the missing child is the Rider of that Elkrin. Whatever the rumors state...

Only the wildlings know.

Art

Art (second piece)

[Benathorn]

An extension was asked for this Elkrin.
The ending date for submission has now been extended till the 16th.
You have three more days to complete your forms~

[theexileofkiem]

Beautiful! May hopefully enter

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[Benathorn]

This Elkrin will be judged tonight at midnight CS time.
Be sure to have your forms completed and submitted before then.

[Azure23]

:Form:

Name:

Tabitha or Tabby for short.

Breedable:

Yes; Though I will be picky.

Description:

Tabitha:
Tabitha is a bit of a prankster. She loves nothing more than to pester her rider to the point of madness with her constant teasing. She loves to climb trees, like much of her kind, but she seems to know that this is not natural for most deer-like creatures so she uses it to her advantage to scare just about everyone. She is a bit childish and intensely curiously about everything. She is a bit of snoop and loves to stick her nose in places it really doesn't belong. This causes her to get in a bit of a trouble that Ice has to come rescue her from. She can and will throw tantrums when she doesn't get her way.

She isn't always unbearable to be around, however. She is quite sweet and, once she gets tired enough, she can be a wonderful snuggler and pillow. When she isn't pranking people, she is quite lazy and loves to just lay out in the sun along her favorite branches. It can be quite hard to get her to move again...

Traits: Tabitha is...
Mischievous, childish, curious, lazy, prankster, and loveable.

Rider Information:
Name: Ice
Description: A very pale and tall boy. He has silver hair and a light dusting of freckles on his pale skin. He used to have silver eyes but now they have turned gold to match that of his Elkrin, Tabitha. He is kind of lanky and looks sickly at times. However, he is stronger than he looks.

He is a scholar and loves to read and write. He also loves to travel and explore new regions. Despite his name, he hates cold places. He greatly appreciates finding the Tropical Elkrin because now he actually has a reason to stay in warm places.

Ice isn't very social and he can be a bit sarcastic. He is actually quite nice once you get to know up, but only if he lets you.

Short Story and Some Art:

Dear Journal,

Alright. That’s it. I am lying off of the tea for a while. I guess the sugar or something is going straight to my head because now I am starting to see things. Actually, I am still seeing things. There is a deer…a brilliant green and red deer, up a tree. Up. A. Tree. And I swear the smug thing is sitting there, smiling, as I frantically write this down. Are deer supposed to be up trees? I really honestly do not think they are supposed to be. I mean, really? I understand birds, squirrels….but deer? Really?

Oh great, it disappeared! I must be seeing things because not only can it perch in a tree like a bird, but it can also run through the like a ninja! Just…my brain cannot comprehend this. I am going to bed; maybe some sleep will calm my nerves.
~Ice
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Dear Journal,

Well, I feel a little better. I haven’t had any tea for a little while and I still see the deer. I have done some research and chatted with the locals, and I found out this is an Elkrin native to this region. They are called Tropical Fade Elkrin and they usually travel in herds, but this one seems to be on her own. She doesn’t seem bothered by it though and seems to strut about with an air of confidence. I think she knows she startled me when we first met, as she is often around the place I am staying at.

She is a bit of a joker. She likes to poke her head out of the trees when I am not paying attention and bleat right in my ear or lick my cheek to scare the living daylights out of me. She’ll also scare away the animals or birds I am currently sketching and I have to put work on hold until I can find them again. She’s kind of bothersome, but at the same time, I’m starting to get used to her presence. I think she must have lived a pretty lonely existence before, and is just enjoying having company around other than birds. Despite her antics, I really don’t mind her around either.
~Ice

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[Some of this page is quite moist and part of the page is torn.]

Journal,

Ugh. I can barely write on this page. Sorry Journal. Anyways, how, do you ask, did this happen? Well, when you give an inch, they take a mile. I let that little imp in my home, which was my first mistake. It was storming and I felt bad for her. She was huddled underneath a tree, looking at me plaintively and, well, my compassionate side won over and I let her in.
Well. For some bizarre reason, I forgot she was a wild animal, and the next thing I know she is running around the house destroying everything she can get her hooves on. She was intensely curious and was always sticking her nose in places it didn’t belong. I pretty much chased her around the house, shooing her away from things and trying to save breakables. I had enough when I saw her chewing on my journal. I had no choice but to shoo her away back outside. I have definitely learned my lesson, and hopefully she learned hers. If she wanted to stay dry and warm she would have to learn to tone it down a bit.

~Ice
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Journal,

I guess this doe is here to stay. She likes to hang her head out of trees and waits for me to come out side. Then she follows me everywhere. I have decided to call her Tabitha. She seems to quite like the name. At least I think she does. She just looks at me with her pretty yellow eyes and seems to grin when I call her name. After you get past her stubborn, prankster side she is quite sweet. She likes to sit with me when I am reading outside and I will lean against her as she naps. Her tail will flick across my lap and sometimes across the book. She is even a pester in her sleep. I have come to adore her and I think we have even bonded, as told in old fairy tales of the Elkrin.

She may be a bit of a child sometimes and she may even wants to make me pull my hair out, but after these few short weeks I don't think I would trade her for anything in the world. She has this charm about her and her ability to climb trees with hooves is a very strange but unique ability. Thanks to her I have even learned to climb trees, though I prefer to keep my feet on the ground. Tabitha, has added a bit of spark in my life that I haven't had before. I think she feels the same way....atleast I think her constant teasing and trickery is her way of showing affection.

~Ice