[moonlight_girl]

This girl starts at any 4 of these
art/form are boosters ^^
And please post in the trade that it's a offer for this cat!
And this time the winner will get this piece of art of her too!


Winner: BlueAura~

Marble cats © andiliion & paradise lost
Design © moonlight_girl

[Kyla Springer]

I could give you 2 things off that list and you can choose and have approved some things off my for trade.

[Kyla Springer]

Never mind I can only give you two things off the list and two wishlist pets you may then choose two pets from for trade that I approve.
(please don't try to pm me it won't work)

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

Name: Akte
Gender: Female
Personality: Soft-spoken; gentle;

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.

-Lewis Carroll


Bid: Sent

[○~Discover~○]

- WIP form <3 -

[Faint]

Sent trade ;3

Full name; Azalea
Gender; Female



"Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it."
- Confucius


Personality; Azalea is the softest creature that is yet to exist, this softness expands to her actions, her speech and her behaviour. She never dares to do someone evil and hates seeing consequences arise from evil. Azalea is always being driven by love for the world and the inhabitants, this urges her to gives whole-heartedly to those who she loves dearly. The absence of evil in her heart makes her a tender-hearted and gentle creature. Azalea believes in the quote as stated above, she believes everything has goodness and beauty in it, no matter how darkened the person might seem to be. This soft creature is so delicate with her beauty and whole good heart, that she even brings with her a fragile and loving atmosphere.

Light-Light ever bright
Flood my every pore
Banish the black of night
From my very core
- Ray Lucero

Likes;
- Admiring the birth of new creatures
- Silver, shiny objects
- Fresh mornings and sunrises
- Devouring morning dew
- Flickers of light in the night
- Large and endless gardens of floral beauty

Dislikes;
- Odd, foreign scented flowers
- Harsh debates

Story;
Our street light

There we would sit
Under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh

Talking about the good times
Talking about the bad
However messed up our lives were
whatever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
It was our getaway
It was our thing

The street light brought us together
The street light brought us the end
I still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend

The street light brought us fun
The street light brought us love
The street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above

I was happy under the street light
as I knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
The street light may be faded
The street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!
Brad Brown

~ The odd friendship between the monster and the marble cat ~

It was the early morning of the week, the sun had yet to lift and rise. And yet the world still slept quietly, the fluttering and quiet snoring of the marble cats vibrated in the still silence of the morning. But despite being a natural earlier waker, the small marble cat couldn't help but rest till a late hour. Far from the main group of marble cats, alone from the main valley lay a warmly tanned creature, resting comfortably on a delicious green leaf. Sleeping while making deep breaths, the creature had made hardly any fluttering of life. The weak and transparent wings brushed with a dark-maned nature, had lively strokes of blue around the exterior of wings. But what made the creature far more unique was the light and delicious flickers of sunlit yellow. The shining orb twisted soundfully in its invisible place, the little antenna and whiskers swaying gently, brightening with light every now and then. The creature could have been mistaken for a dead body as hardly any movement revolved around the creature.
But this serene peace almost broke instantly as a silhouette of a dark creature sliced open the early blue sky. Heaving sounds of monstrous calls shook the world and within seconds the small marble cats were on their feet, flying and escaping. Branches that held the floral beauty shook with a difficult tendency and intricate and sharp buzzing noises tore the recent serenity. Everything happened at such a speed that the black monster that flew from above was powerless at the faster small victims that scurried to their safety. Yet Azalea, the exhausted and tired creature that yet had to wake from her beautiful dream was short in her reaction time. Why, nothing could have described the delight of the monster as he neared the marble cat silently and within seconds displaced her from her sleeping place. Victims shall remain victims.

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As morning progressed and the sun was given right to pour out it's light on every living soul. The due amount of light had arrived to the minuscule sleeping Azalea, who began her day from the feeling of being trapped and clasped within the uneven and blood-smelling claws of a monster. The naive creature that awoke, felt as if her biological block must have broken. Night can't be endless surely, or could it? , Azalea mused to herself as she rose onto her weak and tired feet. Such a hypothesis didn't make any sense to her and shaking her small and well-groomed head, Azalea's senses of scent began to return to her. The scent of corpses and blood was heavy in the air and only within seconds did it strike her that she was held prisoner for the sake of being digested. Marble cats were certainly unique in the fact that predators dared not to touch them, yet to Azalea it seemed that this predator must have been misinformed. Being a clean-hearted soul, the marble cat could not find the courage to paralyse the creature. And with a silently closed mouth, the tanned creature thoroughly sought another escape from her prison. Scratching gently at the floor, then pressing to the walls of her cage. This dance that would decide death or life wasn't bringing any results except that it was angering the monster that held captive weak Azalea. But Azalea's hope for her bright future didn't expire and she keenly with a powerful spirit carried on her attempt for life, despite that she was weakening with energy as time past by. The tanned creature wasted much time and energy and all for what? For freedom that I can't obtain, thought Azalea as she sat down carefully, panting from all her cries. Her weak wings fitting beside her lean body, The monster clasped the walls of Azalea's prison even more and Azalea had no choice but to be tightened in a dreadful and uncomfortable position. Azalea had no choice but to remain in such a place and instead she focused on how was she approach this predator. The loud and harsh batting of wings could be heard, the uneven movement through the air could be felt yet this monster couldn't have been any simply bird or predator. As the sounds it exclaimed were high-pitched and were dreadfully unearthly. And that scent of death, why, even carnivores of any sort did not possess such a scent!
Through a sudden a moment, the marble cat suddenly felt the monster gaining speed and within that minute also stopped with a drastic change, unclasping the prison walls. This flight through air finished with a successful landing thankfully. Azalea found herself face forward on a largely placed bunch of straw, wings entwined beside her own body. Sneezing carefully, and with a sudden shaking her head. Azalea turned her head to see the large, black figure leaving the nest. The little window far above from where she was, seemed like an impossible escape from this eternal cave. Black walls with drifting heavy scents of the monster surrounded Azalea, barely anything could have been seen. To any marble cat it would have seemed as the dooms of a nightmare yet Azalea stuck in this fresh-smelling pile of hay, found herself finding new scents of other objects. Leaving the hairy clasps of her safety raft, Azalea steadily turned herself from the darkness of the whole cave too look at her little window of hope from far above. The bright blue sky boasted with colour and yet her door through the nightmare would also have to be her door through her previous life. To Azalea, this window was incredibly far from reach as the monster was far more larger in size then the marble cat. And yet this impossible height, proved to be a further challenge for the weak and hungry creature. Sitting and watching the seamless clouds pass, Azalea exhaled difficultly and expanded her translucent wings, relieving the warmth of her body. Snapping the air quickly, the pair of wings started to work in a synchronised manner, but every time the marble cat only lifted into the sky, she quickly dropped into the floor. Azalea could see that her wings were not capable of doing anything and they would certainly have to be classified as 'useless' for the time being. Azalea was certainly full to the brim with the want to live and this progressed through a tiring twenty minutes. Suppressed with disappointment, Azalea turned her eye to the deathly atmosphere to the darkness behind her and suddenly a little ray of light...
Ears instantly acting, eyes widening and shining, the helplessly curious animal approached forward into the dark planet. A few hefty footsteps and Azalea saw again the bright shine of the object before her. It was something certainly large in size, clean metal. A hopeless rod of metal with a flat, ovular and indented area. To Azalea this was her house of dreams but to a human it could have been considered as an ordinary spoon. Without anything to spare, Azalea ran light-footed to the spoon. The burning object that was being displayed by the light coming from outside the window couldn't have looked more celestial. As Azalea gently clambered and mistakenly slid fourth onto the face of the spoon, the gentle marble cat smiled innocently. 'You are so beautiful.' Azalea gently murmured, hoping to make the shining object proud of itself. Spreading her little feet across the surface of the spoon, Azalea felt relaxed for a few moments. But then again she caught a spark of shine, Azalea repeated this process of: seeing, awing, touching. But after having investigated everything that shone with dignity, Azalea returned to her favorite and first candidate: the spoon. Time past and the tired marble cat fell asleep, curling her body to herself, not realizing how night quickly approached or how the monster returned from his travels.
'I seen you have taken a liking to my collection.' A ghastly sound of horror thundered through the wall of the cave, instantly shaking the marble cat with fear. Azalea rose from her feet, seeing the monster in his full glory. Over-whelming silhouette, two crooked, sticky feet keeping this monster alive and a pair of bright and intense crimson eyes. A pointing and sharpening beak caked with blood and soil. Azalea wasn't ready to see this work of art and she hid her face from the crow, confused by the apprehension that rustled within her. The crow levelled his gruesome head towards his prey, whispering into her ear.
'What you have taken such a liking to is actually used by humans to devour their food.' The crow proceeded, almost laughing at Azalea's fearful reaction. Azalea couldn't control her fear as she almost backed away from the crow, keen to escape. Almost flying from the piece of metal, Azalea fled for dear life only to come fourth to a pair of walls.
'So you turn towards beauty and hide away from horror?' The clenched and tense words of the crow sharpened against Azalea's conscience as he approached her, standing to his full height
'I do not hide from you.' Azalea exclaimed boldly, attempting to reassure herself, still staring at the walls that forbid her from receiving her liberty.
'Thy does not believe you.' The crow muttered patiently, testing Azalea's true and honest words. Azalea with a grieving heart turned her beautiful head to face the monster. That haunting figure, those cruel words and the deathly scent.
'I do not hide from you.' Azalea repeated softly, avoiding eye contact with the monster whom she still couldn't find courage to face.
'Really? The monster stressed his words as he lowered his face towards the marble cat, revealing the depth of his crimson eyes.
'Yes. Really.' Azalea stuttered, swallowing the blood that pounded through her head. The crow's stare softened as he proudly lifted his head up again, frowning with a deep smirk.
'What label do you live by?' The crow continued with an deathly stance.
'Um, excuse... me?' Azalea stuttered, hoping not to make another mistake.
'Your name!' The monster thundered with impatience.
'Azalea...'
'Fine, now right now is the night hour and I expect you not to disturb me but to appear in the morning.' The monster said with a deadly struggle and with that, he left the scene of appearance and escaped into the shadows. Not revealing to the silence another single sound.
'Goodnight, sir.' Azalea mumbled with a shallow air as she approached to the safety of her shiny spoon
'And don't you dare touch that metal object again or enter further into the doom of darkness.' the thundering sound of the monster appeared through an unknown source. Azalea obeyed humbly and decided to sleep instead under the shelter of the metal object.

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Despite that that night was stressing and filled with nightmares, Azalea slept till late again and this time was again awoken by the monster whom stood above her. Azalea lost a breath as she saw the crow again gasping with fear, forgetting yesterday's events. It was only until she heard the familiar sound of death with a pleasing stance, until she arose from her own world.
'I'll be back soon. You are not to leave.' The crow muttered, ready to sacrifice himself for flight in that very second
'Sorry to ask but do you have any flowers, please?' Azalea broke in quickly.
'Flowers?'
'I am actually very hungry...' Azalea said weakly, looking above at her predator. The crow said nothing as he left Azalea, opening the little window once more he left her alone to be. The little creature looked weakly again at the door of hope and liberty. There was no chance of where she was able to live for so long without the aid of food or water or to escape. With a sad heart, Azalea arose steadily onto her weak feet, not ready to be overpowered by challenges and again entered into the world of darkness. She stopped suddenly with an apprehension, forgetting the order not to enter the forbidden parts of the cave. There must be something to devour within there, Azalea thought as she fought with herself if she was to enter or not. Without further ado, the little marble cat pushed her way through.
Shiny objects could be found everywhere, among the haystacks, underneath them and above the dark roof. Different colours, different sizes. Azalea was not at that point keen to go diamond hunting and she portrayed no emotion to the reason for living. Her wings felt like a burden to her weak back and she impatiently increased her step as she searched for anything to eat. Hunger impatiently shook the little creature and losing shallow steps, the little creature tumbled down onto herself. Again falling into a deep sleep.
The scent of death appeared on the doorstep and Azalea weakly opened her eyes. She could feel the coldness from the shadow of the monster and yet suddenly an absolute new scent appeared. The lily of the valley clutched within the jaws of the crow, strong coloured white flowers dripping like rain from the green branch. The monster's eyes' flashed with a deep volcanic cry, as Azalea very gently smiled to the monster above her. Dropping her weak head again on the cold floor.

That night, Azalea had no vague idea what happened. She could feel the movement beneath her, the cleansing of her small body and was sure that the familiar poison from the flower was travelling down her dry throat. The next morning, the burning floor beneath her and the scent of the flowers was what awoke Azalea. She felt the spoon beneath her, the warm petals of a rose huddling her and saw the room around her covered in white petals and compressed nectar roots. And yet she could feel the new energy source and she could feel her wings, the powerful wings that could finally fly. And yet there was no monster within the room, despite how keen Azalea was to scent her new acquaintance. Tilting her head from her sleeping place, she could see nothing except for a white petal that lay before bisected to form few words.
'YOU ARE FREE.'
I am not about to leave, she thought. He doesn't deserve such a cold treatment but he deserves a tiny bit of kindness.


- 6 months past -
Time past and yet I simply couldn't leave him. Sure he was called 'him' or 'monster' but these were his labels, not names or anything. I adapted to his live-style and he adapted to my mode of life. I didn't dare leave his home on account of my safety and yet I also didn't want to leave him because he was a good-hearted creature despite all gossiping tales or labels. Oh how many times did he attempt to persuade me to leave him! But one day I had no choice but to leave him, or to say he left me... And it all began from this...




It was a usual morning, the monster was about to leave before he turned to the little creature and said.
'Azalea. It is time to show you the world, to present to you a place in the human world.' The monster carefully said to the marble cat.
Surprised by such a cry, and ears flicking with strangeness. The crow without any further notice, carefully picked up the marble cat within his mouth and escaped the nest for the last time through the window. Not long to happen, the monster flew through the world. Azalea was blind to what happened around her and the trip stretched into the night and it was only once a moon had appeared and the sky revealed their tears, that the marble cat was dropped gently onto the roof of a large house. We are here.
Azalea had darkened sight to what happened and despising the night didn't support her in this case, yet the feeling of crow's wing against her head. Azalea finally noticed a light source, a street lamp from the previous era. Covered in cobwebs yet despite frail with age, the light dimly lit still showered the street with light.
'What is it?' Azalea asked with a curious spirit as she looked beyond the roofs of the houses.
'A street-lamp.' The crow muttered as he watched the flicker of light within the dark world.
'It's beautiful. Is this where you have escaped to all these months?' Azalea talked gently.
'It's where I have escaped all my life.'The monster corrected her, the thundering voice softened to a whisper.
'And why here?' The marble cat inquired. With a deep, long sigh, the monster answered.
'Because just as this lightens the dark night, it darkens up my dark world. It is the only beautiful aspect in this world.'
Azalea respected such a deep and grave answer and nodded without any further questions. The silence that followed in-between followed them, no explanations, nothing. Just the understanding silence and the little lamp-post that dimly shone in the world.

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The next morning, Azalea awoke. Not to see the dark walls, deathly scent or her favourite spoon. Instead she was at her early home. Where marble cats thrived and lived. Azalea looked into the bright and seamless sky, no monster or friend. Just she and the unusual serenity.
'Confucius was right. Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

[flyteck]

Might try out o3o

[Nellas]

Oh, hahaha I was going to try for this and then I saw your post, Faint <3

[Shaynn]

Username: Stormbird
Name: Daisy
Gender: female
Personality: Smart and slightly up-tight. Loves children and wish for a family of her own.
Story: Daisy walked through a meadow full of all kinds of flowers. This was her favourite place in the forest. Her den was close by in a patch of wild roses. She was small enough for the thorns not to bother her and it kept her enemies away. Daisy replayed yesterday's storm in her head. The wind roared, lightning flashed, thunder crashed, trees fell. She watched helplessly as the river flooded and washed away her old home. Now she was happy again. She had friends, a new home.... And hopefully a new mate.
Art: WIP I won't do art. Sorry.
Bid: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/accounts/viewgroup.php?groupid=2141878&userid=318259

This is a WORK IN PROGRESS!!!

[Faint]

Oh, hahaha I was going to try for this and then I saw your post, Faint <3

Thanks <3
Please don't let my post stop you from posting. ;3