[Raleigh]

"Pitch black, pale blue;
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed..."
(Theme Song "Neptune" | Open music in new tab)

"sᴀғᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀsʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ;
Fᴏʀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴅᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ"

username: Raleigh
name: Neptune
gender: Demi-Male
personality: Lethargic, quiet, withdrawn.
Afraid of and avoids physical contact.
Hates noise and enclosed spaced.
Likes exploring city-scapes, cold water and rainstorms.
Dislikes clutter and is quite a nitpick.
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"Stitch by stitch, I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy"

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✤　ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ?

It was a past shrouded in darkness.
Neptune was his name... For the color of his icicles,
the planet of brilliant blue, and the god of the ocean and vast might. Once a brave and bright young pup, he often roamed off on his own.
On one fateful day, he had been approached by a wandering sorcerer.
Intrigued by the creatures crystalline appendages, he had offered to experiment his spell casting on the pup.
With the promise of great power, the brave little pup complied.

He, however, had not known what sort of magic he'd bargained his life for. With reckless abandon, he gave himself up to an uncertain promise. This was no ordinary magic. It was black magic.
The spells had been used to extract vengeful and evil spirits from creatures while Neptune's icicles were used as a vessel to purify their souls. The ultimate result left his icicles tainted with a sickening shade of black.
Disgraced by his own name and exhausted to the point of collapse, his sanity finally caved in.
A body lay broken. A soul laid bare.
Confined to a narrow cage and denied any help.
He was ready to let go. What good was his life for now, anyway?

And still...After years of experiments, fate had blessed with an unlikely opportunity.
An open cage. An unlocked door.
Thus, brave little Neptune made his great escape into the depths of the city.
To the mindless buzz of the open world. Into a sense of calm amidst the storm.
But never did he once dare to intervene with the throes of modern life.
Living as a recluse, and shying away from most interaction. Alone in a little cave he called home.
Inside which he had found what appeared to be crystal minerals of the deepest black, reflecting his own.
He had seen them once in one of the sorcerer's compendiums.
"Neptunite."
A tiny smile. A spark of hope.
There still had been meaning to his name after all.

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Story and art by Raleigh.
Music by Sleeping At Last.
(Best viewed on Chrome as formatting issues may be visible on Firefox.)

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[trivium]

username: mooshka.
name: luzifer, lutz for short.
gender: intersgender/doesn't really care about 'gender'. goes by he/him/his pronouns.
personality: [248/300] luzifer would socially be defined as an introvert. he doesn’t prefer to socialize with others, and is quite awkward if he does. instead, he likes exploring – so much, in fact, that he will even venture out during the day. this, along with his thirst for adventure, could also be a factor of him having insomnia. he normally does not sleep during the day like many of his kind, but will on occasions when he is exhausted enough to actually sleep. another pastime of his is art: particularly charcoal-like based drawing with his paws and nose. his art style is similar to those of ancient cave paintings, featuring simplistic animals and features of nature. despite being such a shut in,lutz possesses quite an intellect about a variety of things, and will share his knowledge to his best extent if somebody asks, although may come off as snippity towards them because of his lack of social skills. he can come off as blunt, cold, or unfeeling to others’ needs and this is only partially true: having grown up pretty much on his own, without a cave to share with others, he doesn’t think and feel the same way about things like his own kind normally would. another reason his own sort of single him out is because he finds himself attracted to other males, which is an abnormality to some but an indifferent subject to others, so it just sort of depends on who he finds himself surrounded by, really.
why are their icicles black? when lutz was a little icicle bat and before he had developed his insomnia, he used to sleep in a cave where there was lots and lots of charcoal. this was something that led to his interest in art, but for now, the focus is on how much the cave was filled with the chalky substance. because he was small and his crystals were still growing, the amount of charcoal particles in the particular atmosphere affected the color of his crystals from a smoky white to a nearly jet black. his constant work with the substance also pertained to this reason for his crystals being the color black.

[Vazchu]

I pretend to not exist
when the darkness upon the world falls.

I pretend to disappear
when the stars upon the sky shines.

I pretend the shadows
takes on the form of a mist.

I pretend I am one
with all the darkness.

Because if I do
I turn my wishes into reality.
Now and forever.

username: Vazchu
name: Kage (影)
Originates from Japan and carries the meaning "shadow".

gender: Male
theme song: The sound of silence
favourite song: Un monstre a Paris / A monster in Paris

Who am I?
I’m so indifferent; give me a reason why I shouldn’t be like that. No matter how much I try to become a part of what you know I always seem to be unable to feel, to care, to be like you. I always fail. Why do I even think “I want to become like you”? Perhaps because I know deep inside how little I feel like belong. I don’t belong with you, with the world. Though, now you make me wonder, do I want to belong? I’m better off on my own.
The loneliness is my soul’s song.
I look upon this world - scared of what it has become. Deep within my mind I always judge it, take note to everyone’s fears and become their sound of the night. The wars, the anger, the pain – I can see it all. I take note to all the good, the bad, the sad that exists and wonder why I never feel any of it close to my core. Is this really the world you wish to live in? I can’t seem to understand any of it. I thought the light was all you wanted to last, not all the dark and painful.
The darkness is my soul’s song.
I’m so unaffected; give me a reason why I should care when no one else seems to do it. Once upon a time we might have been the same, but it seems like it’s a little too late to say. From here I cannot ever change, because I never wish to be the same as you. I cannot see myself as the light, I’m the darkness coming from within. I am not you. The world made me invisible. I hate being unseen without my darkness, it’s cold.
The invisibility is my soul’s song.

[300/300]

Dreaming about my shadow mist. ~ why are their icicles black?

It all began within the darkness of the night. Or so I thought. Perhaps it began even earlier than that, still I dare not to say “I’m sure it was like that”. Everything I ever knew was shrouded within darkness. And it still is. The first rays of cold silver-draped moonlight were my golden sunlight ever since the first days I can remember. Never knowing the colours of day, I came to live by night. Back then my icicles were pale blue, almost like light sapphires. I never liked them, they gave me away in the dark of the night.
I watched things from afar, always watching and observing – never daring to interfere with the world around me. I always kept out of sight far from everything everyone knew, within the darkness I felt secure. Somehow it was my calling. I remember thinking and seeing the darkness as a black mist, following me around like a cloud. Covering my body and protecting me. It kept the light away. My mist of shadows, my mist of darkness, my lone friend. We were always together. My guardian angel.
It all kept whispering within the darkness of the night. It must have been like so. I remember meeting someone just once, yet I don’t know who they were. They uttered words I did not understand and I remember the blue, slightly pale light that tore the night apart. After that the night turned black again and they were gone. Words still echoing within my mind;
“Poor lad, having to live with shades of blue when darkness is where your soul yearns to belong. Let me set you free.”
I did not understand nor did I notice that my icicles had lost some of their pale blue sapphire that night. Whenever I could I would look for them, wishing to ask them what they had meant with their words. Alas, I never found them no matter where I looked. I was alone again, alone with my darkness – my friend. Still I hoped while watching the darkened skies that I someday would find them again. For my aching core still yearned to know.
Without me knowing it my icicles kept loosing their pale blue sapphire shades, gripping hold of the dark night that I loved so much. They became what I always had dreamed they would be and without me knowing it I slowly became one with the shadow mist who I loved so much.
It wasn’t until the world around me had stopped noticing me when I was close to them that I realized it. After watching my reflection in a puddle of water I knew. My shame had turned into darkness itself. To me my once pale blue sapphire icicles looked strange to actually see, I couldn’t believe my eyes and what they said I saw. Black, pure black. Somewhere inside a feeling of warmth grew stronger and I couldn’t grasp what had happened. My dream had come true. Was this what their words had meant? I could finally be one with my beloved shadow mist of the night. I could finally be invisible and see everything they way I always had wished to do it. I was free. Because my icicles could not betray me any longer. I am now a shadow. Now and forever more.

Likes
~ Darkness
~ Shadows
~ Nights
~ Stars
~ Rain
~ Ticking sounds
~ Loneliness
~ Playing with shadows

Dislikes
~ Days
~ Overly bright lights
~ The summer
~ Too loud noises (like that of a large city)
~ The company of others
~ Cars
~ Neon lights
~ Being afraid

favourite colour; Black
favourite place; No place in particular.
favourite food; Dangos (even though they are just a snack).
favourite season; The Autumn.
favourite objects; Large clocks.
favourite thing to do; Observe the world from his beloved shadows.

[MegaCherrio]

would anyone like an extension or should I end this in 12 hours?

[suneater]

ooh maybe a quick extension for me? like another hour or so? I've got a few things going on, and I was going to paste the code I was working on... thanks!

QUICK EDIT~I might be on later, if I am then you can keep the end date

[MegaCherrio]

ooh maybe a quick extension for me? like another hour or so? I've got a few things going on, and I was going to paste the code I was working on... thanks!

QUICK EDIT~I might be on later, if I am then you can keep the end date

alright could you edit it in soon? ;v; I don't want to judge without you but I want to judge it sometime tomorrow <3 please post when you are done.

[suneater]

finished! thank you ;v;

[MegaCherrio]

"Pitch black, pale blue;
There was a stained glass, variation of the truth
And I felt empty handed..."
(Theme Song "Neptune" | Open music in new tab)

"sᴀғᴇʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴀʀsʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ;
Fᴏʀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴅᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ"

username: Raleigh
name: Neptune
gender: Demi-Male
personality: Lethargic, quiet, withdrawn.
Afraid of and avoids physical contact.
Hates noise and enclosed spaced.
Likes exploring city-scapes, cold water and rainstorms.
Dislikes clutter and is quite a nitpick.
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"Stitch by stitch, I tear apart
If brokenness is a form of art
I must be a poster child prodigy"

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✤　ᴍʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ?

It was a past shrouded in darkness.
Neptune was his name... For the color of his icicles,
the planet of brilliant blue, and the god of the ocean and vast might. Once a brave and bright young pup, he often roamed off on his own.
On one fateful day, he had been approached by a wandering sorcerer.
Intrigued by the creatures crystalline appendages, he had offered to experiment his spell casting on the pup.
With the promise of great power, the brave little pup complied.

He, however, had not known what sort of magic he'd bargained his life for. With reckless abandon, he gave himself up to an uncertain promise. This was no ordinary magic. It was black magic.
The spells had been used to extract vengeful and evil spirits from creatures while Neptune's icicles were used as a vessel to purify their souls. The ultimate result left his icicles tainted with a sickening shade of black.
Disgraced by his own name and exhausted to the point of collapse, his sanity finally caved in.
A body lay broken. A soul laid bare.
Confined to a narrow cage and denied any help.
He was ready to let go. What good was his life for now, anyway?

And still...After years of experiments, fate had blessed with an unlikely opportunity.
An open cage. An unlocked door.
Thus, brave little Neptune made his great escape into the depths of the city.
To the mindless buzz of the open world. Into a sense of calm amidst the storm.
But never did he once dare to intervene with the throes of modern life.
Living as a recluse, and shying away from most interaction. Alone in a little cave he called home.
Inside which he had found what appeared to be crystal minerals of the deepest black, reflecting his own.
He had seen them once in one of the sorcerer's compendiums.
"Neptunite."
A tiny smile. A spark of hope.
There still had been meaning to his name after all.

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Story and art by Raleigh.
Music by Sleeping At Last.
(Best viewed on Chrome as formatting issues may be visible on Firefox.)

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your art and writing were just too stunning, so congratulations Raleigh on Neptune! I hope to see you two around on the fanclub.

however.... I needed to give a RU for this contest.

"Must an alpha just be strong and brave to be the very best?
Is just fighting battles and showing our claws the only test?
Don't you think racing into battle isn't the only choice?
Can't an alpha be small and smart and fight with her voice?"


username:

20lait1

name:

Kiara - meaning dark, or black.

gender:

Female

personality:

Kiara's small for her age, but she's determined, courageous and willing to prove herself. She wants to be the change she wants to see in her pack - but since nobody's actually listened, she's getting more and more determined to prove herself she's like everyone else, maybe even better. She's loud and confident, a good speaker and likes to seem strong around strangers so she makes a good first impression. But she has got some weak spots - hit them accurately and precisely, and she'll immediately lose all her confidence. She hates to talk about her pack, her parents or anything sensitive.

why are their icicles black?

Kiara was always small for her age, but much more willing to prove herself to be the best. She didn't like to act weak around others, to not disrespect her parents - her parents were royalty, after all, alphas of the pack. Her parents hardly talked to her, seeing she was such a disappointment. She wanted to prove she would be a good alpha as well, like them, but as they said - "An alpha must be strong as well as brave." However, she wondered if being an alpha meant more than being big and strong - they could be small, quick and cunning, right? She asked some of the other Icicle Batlings around town, hoping for advice - instead, they ignored her and even teased her.

However, she didn't give up - the Icicle Batlings soon got annoyed by her and decided to get rid of her. They guessed that her parents hardly would care if she was missing or gone - they didn't even care for such a tiny pipsqueak! They decided to set her a dangerous task that would eventually kill her, or at least, have her leave forever. So one day, they told her, "Fine! If you want to learn to be a great alpha... seeing you say you are small, quick and cunning, you must go to the sea and hunt down the Great Octopus, a beast with eight legs, and bring it back to the pack. I'm sure it'll fill up many hungry bellies."

Hearing that, Kiara eagerly agreed and set off without telling anyone. She headed towards the scent of salt - the sea. She refused to give up or stop fighting - she received a couple of injuries on the way, but she clenched her teeth and kept going. She finally arrived at the sea, and sat down for a moment to think and rest. I can't breath underwater... but there must be another way, right? She sat and thought as the sky grew dark. Then she thought, Maybe I can't go underwater, but maybe I can bring the Great Octopus up here, where I will have the advantage? She decided to do just that and started preparing for the next morning.

The next day, she tossed a couple of fish she had managed to find, flopping on the shore, hoping it would attract the Octopus. Sure enough, a giant beast rose out of the water, long legs lashing to grab the fish. Kiara froze, suddenly realizing how big it was - then steeled her nerves and charged. She battered at it with her claws, but it hardly seemed to bother it. The Octopus started sinking into the water - thinking fast, Kiara scrambled over its back and slashed at its eyes. With a roar, the Octopus turned around and lashed at her with one of its long legs. She grabbed it with her jaws and held on, tight, eyes shut - there was a tearing noise and suddenly she was flying through the air, still clinging to the tentacle. Another roar, and an inky darkness suddenly sprayed over her, knocking her off the tentacle and sending her flying down the beach.

She hit the sand hard - luckily, it softened her fall. However, she stayed unconscious until night, where she groggily got to her paws, feeling pain sting her pads and wounds - but when she saw what was left, she smiled. A long tentacle lay close to the shore, claw marks and bite marks scattered over it. She limped over and took the tip with her teeth and started dragging it home, ready to prove she wasn't the failure they thought she was.

When she returned back to her pack, the first Icicle Bat she met was her father. "Father!" she cried, dropping the octopus leg. "I hunted down the Great Octopus and brought back its leg to eat!" Instead of a cheer or even a warm smile, he frowned. "You're not my daughter." he said. "My daughter is dead - the Icicle Batlings told me themselves." "But... but I'm Kiara! Don't you recognize me?! I used my wit to -" "I don't want to hear anymore. Unless you can really show you're Kiara, then you're not taking one step into my territory." He bared his teeth at her, his icicles glowing fiercely. Kiara stepped back in shock, leaving the octopus leg. "But... I..." "Go. Now." She spun around and fled, her father snarling behind her back, and disappeared over the snowy hills, ashamed and alone.

She wondered about what he had said - Why didn't he recognize me? She decided to see for herself and peered into a crystal clear puddle - to her horror, her once gleaming, colorful icicles were inky black. Her eye white was black and so was her tongue. Her pads were scraped and dark, and Kiara could barely recognize herself. She gritted her teeth and turned away from her reflection. I'll prove I'm really Kiara. she told herself. One day, they will remember. One day, I'll prove myself to be the best and become rightful alpha of my pack.

To this day, Kiara's been living outside her pack's territory, thinking up with ways to prove herself. To prove she's the best - to prove she's Kiara, the rightful alpha of her pack.


Likes:

The color purple, grey-purple and grey-blue, because these are her natural colors and she's proud of it.
Archery, because she doesn't have to get too close to enemies as they would easily overpower her. She prefers to stand away and shoot or ambush.
Being praised, because it's good when they're not talking about her weaknesses and congratulating her on her strengths instead. However, this hardly ever happens.


Dislikes:

Paw-to-paw combat, because she isn't that good at it without a strategy and she's easily overpowered by her opponents.
Being teased, because she knows that nobody's all good and all bad - she has her strengths and weaknesses, like them.
Being caught off-guard, because she's proud of her cleverness and she doesn't like it when someone proves to be better than her.

What is her reaction to her sudden change of color?

She's suddenly hating black, but also can't help but like it a little. Black is the color of her icicles - what made her father turn away from her, what made her pack not believe her. However, darkness is useful as she can camouflage into the night and use it as an ambush. She has mixed feelings about black - however, she wishes that her icicles never changed color.

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Your octopus idea & personality and effort really shone through ahh <33. Please PM me so we can discuss how you'd like your RU -- either I could make it with my rachet mouse art or I can get someone else to do it for you <3

[Alantica]

Congrats you two! ^u^

[Anastasia]

Congrats! :D