What are Emyriches?
Emyriches are large docile creatures that inhabit the large, mystical island of Emyr. They emerge from their leafy lairs at dusk and are active for most of the night and morning. A colony of Emyriches is a tightly knit community, mostly consisting of a couple families. They are very social but completely silent as they lack mouths. They communicate through the bells on their tails which are also completely silent to the average human ear. The Emyriches pick up these signals through their large rabbit like ears and then respond is necessary. How do they eat? Well, they use the colorful pads on their feet to absorb nutrients from plants. This doesn’t harm the plant.
They are the size of a small horse when full grown. Females are slightly taller than males and are usually the ones that lead the colonies. Males mark territories and guard if they have to. Their only means of self defense are their size and small claws on their hind feet.
Cubs are born without a bell, causing them to be mute for the first few months. At two years old, a cub will receive a wrap. This wrap will be their first and probably last. The parent either makes it or hires someone to. This band displays the cubs personality and where they stand in the colony. Females wear them on one of their front legs and males on one of the back. The wraps can be vibrantly colored and intricate but usually match the eyes and paw pads of the cub. They stand out from the naturally colored coat of the Emyrich.
This big guy does have heterochromia. He is blind in his right eye.
HannahBug wrote:........
~.:Username:.~
HannahBug
~.:Name:.~
Platinum
"„Platinum is the rarest of all the precious metals. When it is scratched, unlike others, no material is lost, rather, it remains hard and strong,,"
~.:How he become blind:.~
"„It was a quiet night, besides the crickes, that is. A white creature slid among the tall oak trees, listening to the gentle swish of the crisp atumn leaves. He sent a light flick through his tail, causing the copper bell tied at the end to ring out a small happy note. He was alone.
He'd never had a colony to protect him. He had lived by himself for his whole life with not even the slightes memory of parents, a home, friends, nothing. In fact he couldn't remeber growing up, either. He'd always just, sort of, been here at this second and never anymore.
The animal shook his head vigorusly. The thoughts of his past and relations always made his head hurt so he simply didn't think about them anymore. He made a strange little dribbling sound come from the bell as he tripped over a root. His eyes widened as he saw a steep hill appear in front of his falling body and felt fear flash through his mind and then he was falling. No more time to think.
The large animal thudded limply, having fallen on his chest on a small, steep ledge. He tried to grab the earth with his small claws, but they caught the leaf litter instead. He felt his body sliding as he struggled to pull the leaves from his claws with his the toes on his hind feet and jangled his copper bell in vein cries for help, but he stony outcropping dissapeared from under his body and he began rolling down the hill. He flashed his claws out in a wild frenzy, trying to grab anything to stop his tumble, but everything was flashing by so fast. It took him by suprise when his body was launced into the air and time seemed to stand still as he caught a glimpse of the sharp rocks lying in wait below. He jerked his tail in a cry of fear and shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the jagged points coming any closer. There was a shuddering impact and Platinum's tail winced, provoking the little bell to emit one last terrible wailing tune.„"
~. :How he copes:.~
"„Platinum pried open his eyelids to find himself lying on his side in the leaf litter. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but his arm hurt and he couldn't do it. He realized he couldn't see out of his right eye an tried to lift a paw to rub it, but his mucles were too sore so he just lay there, like a piece of road-kill. He couldn'd remember how he got here, now that he thought about it. He was going to be dead for sure. He swivled his large ears around, trying to get a feel of what happened, but the forest was compeltly silent. He jangled his bell in a weak whimper and looked around franticaly with his left eye.
He didn't like how quiet it was. It felt like something was preying on him. He tried again to push himself up, but his bell rang out in pain and he flopped back down onto the hard earth. He was becoming more and more frightened. He could barley see, hear, or smell where he was. He sheathed and unsheathed his claws, in and out of the leaves covering the ground before falling unconcious"„
~.:Why he has the leaves and what they mean to him: .~
"„When the animal awoke he felt a bit better. He was able to push himself up into a sitting position and look around. When he looked back he could see the rocks, glinting harshly in the halflight. He still couldn't figure out how he had survived.
While he sat there pondering a large leaf fell on he head. He jumped a bit and shook it off. He looked up to see an oak tree closely entertwined with an ash tree. Their branches formed a sort of net suspended in the air above the rocks. Platinum squinted his eyes and could see his white fur clining to the branches and was shocked to imagine that these trees had saved his life. His body had probably bounced off the net when he blacked out. Sadly, the net was low-hanging and he could see his blood on the rocks, but that was a small price to pay for his life.
He jangled his bell happily gazing up at the trees in extream gratitude. Another oak leaf fell onto his head, followed by two of the ash's. He delicatly scooped them up and stared at them in his paws. The oak leaves sent a sweet, comforting, warm taste through his paw-pads and the ash went perfectly along with it being slightly smokey. He bend down and pulled a long firm string from his wrap and threaded the three leaves together. He picked up a sharp, yet shiny rust red pebble and secured the string around it. Then, he puntured his ear with the stone. A sting of pain filled his ear, but he didn't care. He wanted to show his gratitude to these trees, even though they were plants, and if he had to stab himself he would.
The leaves hung crisply on his ear as he took one final look at the trees. He shook his tail, causing the copper to jingle out a sort of thank you song as he turned away. He continued to swish his tail as he left the trees behind, his eyes closed, useing his hearing and smell to guide himself as he continued to sing the melody of thanks. He knew he had lost the sight in his right eye, but knew it was better than loosing his life."„
~.:His position in the colony:.~
"„In order to have a place in a colony, one must have a colony in the first place."„
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