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[Samsherwoodc]

User: Samsherwoodc
Name: Lumi
Gender: female
Where do they come from?: [Words: 100-1000]

[skarekrowkid]

User: thefrenchgoldfish
Name: seth
Gender: male
Where do they come from?: you would think that this beautiful, beautiful beast came from a cold place; right? wrong. seth came from the hot desert sands of death valley, CA. the reason his coat is so cold and frosty looking is so it frightens other animals in the area. it is supposed to make predators alarmed because of the odd fur color and pattern; and you would think this scares away prey too, but seth, being a Kiuii, is an herbivore. therefore all he has to rely on is fruits and veggies. so, while seth looks like he is an icy winter beast, he is really a warm-hearted desert sweetie.
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[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

User: Drasheep
Name: Amarath
Gender: Male
Where do they come from?:

The meek kiuii stared questioningly into his eyes, a wordless trace of a whisper catching on the breeze, but he shook the guilt abruptly away. He had done nothing wrong.
"But... Where did you come from?"
His towering body which had stood strongly above the broken and weeping kiuii was suddenly limp, and his gaze dropped to the floor. She didn't know who he was, but she had seen it all happen. She had cursed his name, denied that they ever even knew each other, and said that she never wished to see his face ever again. She had hated him, had wished he was dead, but this uncertainty could not have been faked. She did not know who he was.

"I'm no one important. I was just passing through, I came from a small town east of here. It was destroyed by a fire, and I just happened to notice that you were in trouble, so I came to help you out."

This, however, was a complete and utter lie.

Amarath stared blankly at the barren wall. He couldn't do it, there was no way. He shifted underneath the covers on his bed, the stiff mattress aching his back. He'd have to find another way, Nyx would want to murder him if he did well... What the king ordered. But it would kill him to do it, and he had his suspicions that the king planned to do just that no matter what. He began rummaging through the options in his head, sifting desperately. His mind lingered on rest however, and the goddess of dreams successfully carried him away.

The time had swept by, and his mind still echoed emptily. He was making his way to the princess's chamber, under strict order of the king. He was to poison her, a sickening end to a frail life.
As he approached the bed she slept quietly upon, he reached his trembling paw to her face, and lifted gently towards him. Suddenly the door slammed open, and Nyx stood shaking with fury, a glare seated upon her eyes so strong, it could melt through walls. "What in the star's names do you think you're doing, you foul demon spawn!?!? I hate you!!"
Amarath lowered his paw from the princess's face, leaving her head to rest on her lacy pillow. He turned to face Nyx, his ears folded regretfully against his head. "I'm sorry, Nyx." He pounced upon her, and held her in a choke hold until she fell limp. He set her down gently. He had to hurry even more so now, she wouldn't stay knocked out forever. He ran once again to the princess's side, and stared mournfully at her silky face. He grabbed one of the vials from his belt, and tipped it slowly into her mouth. Her breathing eased, and he lifted her atop his back. And thus his journey to the throne room was set into motion.

Amarath padded slowly before the king's throne, bowing at his feet. He lowered the princess down beside his, and spoke. "Permission to speak, your highness."
"Permission granted."
Cold eyes met his, and Amarath hesitated. "T-the princess is dead. Just as you ordered." The king waved a guard over, and had him check her pulse.
"She is dead." The guard spoke in a monotone voice, but it was clear that great pain wallowed in his eyes. "Good, good," The king spoke contentedly. "But I'm afraid that, well, now that our business is over with, I have no use for you anymore." Amarath had seen this coming, he would have to make a break for it. He reached over to the princess's neck, grabbed her scruff, and took off. The blood pounded in his ears as the guards chased him, and they were gaining quickly. With the princess weighing him down, there was no way he could make it. He dashed around the corner, and stuffed himself into a tight closet. He heard the guards dashing by, and breathed a sigh of relief when they couldn't be heard anymore. He clambered out, wearing a cleaning lady's outfit, and hid the princess in a trolley. Under this guise, he successfully managed to escape the castle and reach The Wall. He removed the princess from the cart, and took off his itchy robes. He hoisted her onto his back, and began scaling the massive stones. His paws ached, and he kept slipping, but he clambered on. Upon reaching the top, he gasped desperately for breath, and he rested for several minutes. Upon regaining his energy, he grabbed the princess once again, and slowly lowered them down the other side. Their escape had begun.


A day had passed, and the princess was safely relocated in a far-off hideaway. The potion Amarath had given her only caused her to go into a coma-like, dormant state. But he had to go back to the kingdom, Nyx was in trouble. She had tried to tell the kingdom of the princess's murder, but she had been silenced, and tossed into prison. Amarath felt guilty, it was practically his fault. So he was going to bust her out of there.

(Back to present)

Nyx stared thoughtfully at him, uncertainty quivering in her gaze. "I think you're lying." Amarath sighed. "Well, it's not of any importance. Where did you come from?" Nyx stared at the ground. "I... I can't remember. All I can think of is that cell you rescued me from. Why can't I remember?!" She scratched at the ground, a tear forming in her eye. Amarath placed his paw on hers. "It's ok. We're both safe now, and that's all that matters."

[koegami]

mark!

[jennfreckles]

Extended to the 1st!

[jennfreckles]

User: Drasheep
Name: Amarath
Gender: Male
Where do they come from?:

The meek kiuii stared questioningly into his eyes, a wordless trace of a whisper catching on the breeze, but he shook the guilt abruptly away. He had done nothing wrong.
"But... Where did you come from?"
His towering body which had stood strongly above the broken and weeping kiuii was suddenly limp, and his gaze dropped to the floor. She didn't know who he was, but she had seen it all happen. She had cursed his name, denied that they ever even knew each other, and said that she never wished to see his face ever again. She had hated him, had wished he was dead, but this uncertainty could not have been faked. She did not know who he was.

"I'm no one important. I was just passing through, I came from a small town east of here. It was destroyed by a fire, and I just happened to notice that you were in trouble, so I came to help you out."

This, however, was a complete and utter lie.

Amarath stared blankly at the barren wall. He couldn't do it, there was no way. He shifted underneath the covers on his bed, the stiff mattress aching his back. He'd have to find another way, Nyx would want to murder him if he did well... What the king ordered. But it would kill him to do it, and he had his suspicions that the king planned to do just that no matter what. He began rummaging through the options in his head, sifting desperately. His mind lingered on rest however, and the goddess of dreams successfully carried him away.

The time had swept by, and his mind still echoed emptily. He was making his way to the princess's chamber, under strict order of the king. He was to poison her, a sickening end to a frail life.
As he approached the bed she slept quietly upon, he reached his trembling paw to her face, and lifted gently towards him. Suddenly the door slammed open, and Nyx stood shaking with fury, a glare seated upon her eyes so strong, it could melt through walls. "What in the star's names do you think you're doing, you foul demon spawn!?!? I hate you!!"
Amarath lowered his paw from the princess's face, leaving her head to rest on her lacy pillow. He turned to face Nyx, his ears folded regretfully against his head. "I'm sorry, Nyx." He pounced upon her, and held her in a choke hold until she fell limp. He set her down gently. He had to hurry even more so now, she wouldn't stay knocked out forever. He ran once again to the princess's side, and stared mournfully at her silky face. He grabbed one of the vials from his belt, and tipped it slowly into her mouth. Her breathing eased, and he lifted her atop his back. And thus his journey to the throne room was set into motion.

Amarath padded slowly before the king's throne, bowing at his feet. He lowered the princess down beside his, and spoke. "Permission to speak, your highness."
"Permission granted."
Cold eyes met his, and Amarath hesitated. "T-the princess is dead. Just as you ordered." The king waved a guard over, and had him check her pulse.
"She is dead." The guard spoke in a monotone voice, but it was clear that great pain wallowed in his eyes. "Good, good," The king spoke contentedly. "But I'm afraid that, well, now that our business is over with, I have no use for you anymore." Amarath had seen this coming, he would have to make a break for it. He reached over to the princess's neck, grabbed her scruff, and took off. The blood pounded in his ears as the guards chased him, and they were gaining quickly. With the princess weighing him down, there was no way he could make it. He dashed around the corner, and stuffed himself into a tight closet. He heard the guards dashing by, and breathed a sigh of relief when they couldn't be heard anymore. He clambered out, wearing a cleaning lady's outfit, and hid the princess in a trolley. Under this guise, he successfully managed to escape the castle and reach The Wall. He removed the princess from the cart, and took off his itchy robes. He hoisted her onto his back, and began scaling the massive stones. His paws ached, and he kept slipping, but he clambered on. Upon reaching the top, he gasped desperately for breath, and he rested for several minutes. Upon regaining his energy, he grabbed the princess once again, and slowly lowered them down the other side. Their escape had begun.


A day had passed, and the princess was safely relocated in a far-off hideaway. The potion Amarath had given her only caused her to go into a coma-like, dormant state. But he had to go back to the kingdom, Nyx was in trouble. She had tried to tell the kingdom of the princess's murder, but she had been silenced, and tossed into prison. Amarath felt guilty, it was practically his fault. So he was going to bust her out of there.

(Back to present)

Nyx stared thoughtfully at him, uncertainty quivering in her gaze. "I think you're lying." Amarath sighed. "Well, it's not of any importance. Where did you come from?" Nyx stared at the ground. "I... I can't remember. All I can think of is that cell you rescued me from. Why can't I remember?!" She scratched at the ground, a tear forming in her eye. Amarath placed his paw on hers. "It's ok. We're both safe now, and that's all that matters."

COngrats!

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

COngrats!

Yaay, thank you! :D May I be added?

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