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The cadelornes species is a distinct hybrid mammal from which many genera have decended. They share close characteristics with the Ethiopian wolf, the common equine and are recognised by their single horn, which is similar in structure to that of the hippotragus family. They are an extremely old species who have also had influence on myths and common preconceptions. It's believed creatures such as the unicorn, the quilin and the amarok have all evolved from glimpses of the shy cadelorn, developing into legends we recall today.

To win this Cadelorne, impress me.
Extras such as history, sexuality, hobby are welcome but not required.

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The art can be ordered, original, or written work.
End date is August 10th

Winner: Wind Song !

[dogish]

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resss

[wishbone!]

heh, actually dropping out
I have so many other forms to work on qvq

[terrier]

Name: wip
Gender: female
Personality: wip
Art: wip

[siennacereal]

Name;; Iris
Gender;; female
Personality;; Prissy, rude, and selfish. Iris only thinks of herself and does not care if her actions hurt others. She is very girly, absolutely hating it when her fur gets dirty. She often times uses her good looks and girlish charm to get what she desires. Is straight forward with you and not one to lie, unless of course it benefits her.
dropping out ; v ; just lost connection with her

[starry--knight]

mark<3

[ToastingCinnamon]

mark~

[Wind Song]

my heart is not a machine - whitley

My heart is not a machine,
it beats for you and all the others that I love
My heart is not anything
that you haven't seen before.

It sings 'hold me now'
did I think I was a king somehow?
Alone is the song where the lonely belong

ｒｅｖｅａｌ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ

ＮＡＭＥ ; Ersilia

Ersilia is a name of Greek and Latin origin,
meaning 'delicate' or 'liberator'.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ; Female

ＡＧＥ ; 32



ｗｈｅｒｅ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｍｅ ｆｒｏｍ


ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ; Here sleeps a tale of silent passion and mountain air.

Ersilia was a delicate thing from her first hesitant step, to the magnificent creature she is today.
She was born in Barcelona- a lively and somehow uncertain place to live and grow up for a cadelorn. A world where all she knew was a mother and some distant rhythm that whispered in her graceful ears. The city wasn't far and space for a fullfililng home was limited. There had never been many others of her kind, only lonesome travellers that passed by, so time was a slow, silent search for purpose. Ersilia's mother, Alda, was a tall beautiful thing. A being that was able to dance her way through life, changing roles, becoming a friend, a father, a sister, a stranger. However she was fearful of reality. Ersilia learned to fear the things that made life, life. . Slowly she developed into a very uncertain and sensitive cadelorn, rarely wandering far from their tree shelther in the small, creaking woods. But Ersilia had always been a little more curious and maybe still a little more naive than her mother. Often the city called to her with that lively beat and colour. She would not dare leave though, even then at an age where she could be a mother herself, she could not leave. If not for her own fears, then her mothers'.
Ersilia decided to stay then. She did not have it in her delicate heart to be ambitious. The woods became an eerily quiet playground where two porcelain dolls stood and shattered from the lightest winds.

My heart is not a machine
it beats alone in all the darkness of the night.

My heart is all I have
and I pledge it all to you.

There comes a time when you realize time however. What time is and what it means. For Ersilia this self-destructive wave of knowing must have finally come four years ago, when it all became too much, too unbearing. The song of the world outside her home grew louder each day, it filled her sight and touch, it became a sickening lullaby that was not meant for sleep. Alda must have heard it too because she turned wary and alarmed, she could not dance carelessly anymore. Life became a routine of uncertainty and hiding, from nothing it seemed. Ersilia could barely watch her mother's terrifying decend into a life of blind terror, but she also couldn't allow herself to be taken on that journey. She couldn't know what horrible past made Alda scared of living, if she left, maybe, there would be an answer. Ersilia took off on the last day of her 28th Autumn, there were no goodbyes. She had not spoken to her mother in almost a year then. It was after Ersilia had brought back a bunch of 'human roses' she found outside the woods that Alda got completely lost in herself. She moved slower, very occassionaly pricking her ears to the sound of a distant car or melody.

It sings 'hold me now'
did I think I was a king somehow?
Alone is the song where the lonely belong.

After breaking free of her only home Ersilia was like a newborn laurel that had to learn every new word and match it to every new face, object, glorious sound. The winter that followed became a turmoil of humans and city streets. She stared in awe of the two-legged creatures that could move so gracefully, yet make the ground thunder beneath them. Spanish rhythms filled her animal heart, as midnight black and scarlet skirts twisted with the wind. Baila. Ole. She grew to recognise those words well. Although for those six months she only ever dared observe from a distance, Ersilia's mind eventually began to spin. It was all a beautiful show while it lasted, but she knew this was no place for her. Instinct relentlessly and painfully burned inside screaming at her to return to the forest. She barely found food here or felt safe enough to sleep. But Ersilia decided to walk in the opposite direction, soon the landscape changed, and so did her life.

It sings louder than before
everything that's set in stone
It sings louder than the fire
I poured down my neck
just to kill desire
just to kill desire

Her long journey ended in Montserrat. This haven of endless mountains and peace made a home in the dreams she didn't allow herself to have. Here, she found it strangely easy to let life in, along with all of its dangers and worries. Ersilia now lives as a truly 'delicate liberator', gently freeing her fears and heart. Eight hundred metres in the air she finds harmony beside a human monastery and monks that, in turn, live in peace with her and the terrifyingly beautiful nature she has grown to love. She never lost her adoration for humans, except now their melodies are loud and strikingly clear.

My heart is not a machine
it beats in time with all the others that I love.

ｗｈａｔ ｄｏｅｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｏｕｌ ｓｉｎｇ


ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ; Ersilia is a complicated one. She will never be rid of the habits she developed as a young cade, such as being too analytical, questioning, or wary. Maybe it could be described as simply 'careful'. She likes to overthink everything and take her time. Apart from being fearful and sensitive too, Ersilia is definitely emotional or a 'crybaby'. There's many painful memories that burn in her heart, so it's not rare to find her crying. Sadness and guilt often linger in her eyes, especially when Ersilia remembers her mother. She does not mind this aspect of her personality however because she likes to show emotion and deal with it in this way.
One things that has changed is her initially gentle nature. Ersilia has become aware of every emotion now, such as anger and unconditional joy. Her true voice has come out, and it's not a quiet one. In fact, Ersilia likes to speak loudly and often shout. Human dance also still fascinates her and during rare events that take place in the monastery she watches with the same big awe-filled eyes. Ersilia has discovered her own talent of movement, agility and elegance and it is the one thing this modest cadelorn is proud of.
Having also found more of her kind in the area, Ersilia's social side has taken shape. Among other cadelornes she is mostly silent, as she likes to listen and think about what has happened or been said, however when spoken to she is never shy. Ersilia is able to speak her opinions firmly, but in a very feminine and gentle way that makes others listen too. Her naive and gullible side however is charming in its innosence. For example, Ersilia is completely oblivious to any male attention she receives. Having never even observed 'romantic love' she cannot tell the signs. It surely becomes frustrating for the pursuing males, and many have given up on this middle-aged beauty. Ersilia is also able to find wonder and happiness in extremely simple things. Her joy is always honest and infectious.


ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｐａｉｎｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｉｎｄ


ＡＲＴ ;

fears - by me

human - by me

anthro - by me

delicate - by me

tears- by me

liberty - by .Joker.

little end note; Apologies in advance if any of the photos of the traditional art are unclear,
I'm stuck with no tablet or internet at home so I had to rely on old technology and my pencils :'v
Also, .Joker. has given me permission to use her art. I really hope you enjoy my form! ♡

[Red weasel]

Name:Willow
Gender:Female
Personality: Pretty as she is, do now toy with her. Her grace and kindness only go hand in hand with her witty and cunning abilities. She can be devious at times, but is good natured most of the time. Willow is a natural born leader, and gets things done. She's sociable, but doesn't have friends. Willow will always stand up for what she thinks is right, and will always defend her side. The roses she wears represents the beauty of her nature. Roses are beautiful, if you watch out for the thorns. She is, of course always well groomed, for she does like they way she looks. Some may say that she has a cool personality. Very rarely does Willow have a temper, she is almost always calm.
Theme songs: Pure imagination -Fiona Apple
Disenchanted- My Chemical Romance
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Fur sleek as day
Voice as smooth as night
Calm as the surface of a pond
Strong as the wind

Cunning and fair is she
Who carries forest jewel in her hair
Beauty follow her
But masks her true abilities

Witty as an owl
Fast a fox
Cunning as a weasel
Fair as a cat

Pretty as she is
Dangerous she can be
For with every beautiful rose
Lies gnarly sharp thorns.

[qraphic]

Name: Shiala
Gender: Female
Personality:
Art:

WIP--