the land of faerres { Sih likes shiny things }

[*Blackberry*]

Taiyo, for the last part of the woo....
I'm kind of confuse XD
Like to show him a warrior..

[Taiyo]

Auction bids updated! Currently in the lead: Altaïr Ibn-La'ahad.

@Kale: xDD haha try it anyways~ I'd like to read your woo >3 don't let Resu hold you back!

@Blackberry: well you'll have to figure that one out yourself xDD Keego is asking you to prove yourself to him. How would one prove their resolve and strength to a warrior?

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Those participating in the auction :'D remember it's quality over quantity xDD! please try to keep from repeating pets :'D
and...
Dogs > Horses > Cats > BWs > Rats

[Cinnamon Vanilla]

Lee,, Female,, 17

Lee stood in the shadows, lurking, almost waiting for someone to come. She knew that someone, the person she was waiting for, would come eventually. She wished that this wasn't her job, that she didn't have to do this, but she did and she had to. Her violet eyes flitted from one side to the next, showing flecks of blue and silver in her light eyes. She checked her belt, making sure she had her daggers. Right, like she could forget those. She was wearing all black, I'm guessing that by now you could guess what she is. A person was walking in her direction, and she knew it was him. He walked up to her and handed her a paper. She handed him his life, and he fell silently to the ground. She opened the paper and read what it had said. A new faerre? She should check it out, to see if there was any harm in it. She out the paper in her belt and walked away, still managing to stay in the shadows.
As she neared the stage, people were already gathering. This must be quite the big deal. She thought. She hung her belt on a tree and walked forward, even still her steps were silent. The faerre walked out, and even she found herself smiling and laughing. She decided to he a happy teenager for just today. The faerre spoke, and she walked up to the stage, being her once-carefree self again. She added a hint of the ninja she was, to relate with the faerre. "Hello, my name is Lee. I can very much relate with leaving home, as I was forced away from my family to become a secret Ninja of society. My parents now think I am dead, and I can't tell them either wise. I would love to have a companion that I can relate to, and that can be as stealthy as me when at work. I promise you would never lose me or anyone your know, not like I had to. Please consider giving someone who practically doesn't exist a friend. Thank you greatly for your time." She said, stepping back to let others talk to the warrior.

[broken*]

Christian Raphael Goldheart. The name of a strong man. The name of a man who has lost the one thing he cared about most in life. The name of a man who has seen great horror. The name of a warrior. The name of a loyal man who would do anything for his country. The name of a true hero. The name of a person who cares about others. The name of a man who would do anything to keep others safe/help others, even a total stranger. The name of a knight.

Christian was never one of those guys who everybody loved, and to be honest, he really did not have many friends. He was born to a man and woman who were exceedingly poor and lived on the streets, and thats where he was raised. Because of this, it was a struggle to go to school, but his parents wanted a better life for him, so they used every little thing that they could scrape up to send him to a school, which he was thankful for, but also hated. He loved being educated and learning knew things, but he hated the fact that everyone always teased him and bullied him, calling him things like a dirty mongrel and a filthy street rat. He would often times return to his parents in the afternoon limping or hiding bruises from his worrysome mother.

But one day, everything changed. His father dissapeared, left them alone to struggle through life when he was eleven. His mother was so heartbroken she basically just withered away to nothing, refusing to eat or really move, and she just passed on one day, leaving him alone a year later. He had to stop going to school and start stealing just so that he wouldn't starve, but he hated it. He preferred living honestly, which was a thing that didn't seem possible for him any longer.

Until one day, the King of the land was riding through the town, right in the middle of the rode/market place, and one of his guards began to whip a small boy, who was no older than four, who had accidently run out infront of the man's horse. Christian, seeing this, defied everything he should have done and raced into the seen, blocking the painful whip from the child and letting it hit him right across the bare chest, drawing blood before he grabbed it and threw it to the ground, saying something along the lines of, 'Pick on someone your own size, you arrogant jerk.' And right then, seeing the young boy stand up for the tiny child, the King saw something in him, something special. He took Christian home, and that day marked the begining of Christian's training to be a Knight of the Kingdom.

The next most important day of his life was the day when he first met the King's daughter. She had been away at a boarding school but when Christian was fourteen she returned home, and they instantly fell in love with each other. They constantly snuck around to see each other, keeping their love a secret for years. Then at age seventeen he was knighted, the youngest ever of their kingdom to recieve such an extraordinary honor, but he was very clever and quick, finishing all of his training earlier than most. At age nineteen, he finally revealed his love for the Princess to the King, and surprisingly he accepted it, allowing them to get married a year later. But then, an army of invaders from a foriegn country stormed the castle when he was twenty-two, and his wife, who was carrying their first child in her womb, was killed in the process. It was the worst time of his life, and the worst mourning that the Kingdom had gone through since the current King's father had died many, many years ago.

Now at age twenty-three, his kingdom is still struggling to make the invading nation pay for the death of the Princess, as well as many more lives that were and have been lost since. But Christian has been sent on a special, secret mission on his own to make a huge, long journey, traveling all over the universe, as he finds all of the clues he needs, the bits and pieces to put together, to finally be able to break into their enemies Capital and make them pay for what they had done. There was only one problem. He needed another swordsmen's help. He had lost his horse to a dragon several weeks ago and was having trouble protecting himself on his own, for as good of a fighter as he was, one man against any large beast or other number of men is bound to lose a duel.

Which is why he was in Vinara today. He had heard the rumors, that the current Faerre at the altar was one of the few known warriors to leave Vinara, and he felt deep in his heard that this Keego creature would be the perfect partner for him on his journey. Small and quick, but strong and fierce.

As he entered Vinara, Christian noticed a huge group of people crowding around the Altar, more people than most faerres had wanting to be their companions, because he was a rare warrior willing to leave. He began to make his way through the crowd, slowly but surely getting closer and closer to the Altar, squeezing through small gaps between each person. As he was looking around, he noticed that there was no actual line leading to Keego, and that people sort of just randomly stepped up and spoke with the warrior when the oppertunity arose. And the next time that there was an opening, the tall human stepped forward before anyone else had a chance.

Christian approached the Faerre, stopping about two feet away and bowing at the waist politely. He cleared his throat gently before opening his mouth to speak, his emerald green eyes meeting Keego's. "Good day, fair Keego. My name is Christian, Christian Goldheart. I am from a small kingdom known as Aeana, a good ways away from here. I do not seek your companionship for a reason that is like that of most of these people, which would be to travel the world, to explore and find new things. I seek you to come with me because I need the help of an expert swordsman, of a warrior like yourself, who is small and able to get around to places that I cannot get to, but also because I seek companionship for the long journey that I have ahead of me."

Christian had to take a deep, calming breath before he starting to speak again. "Please, let me explain to you what I am on a journey for. Imagine growing up with no home, struggling every day to survive. And than, out of no where, someone gives you a chance for a better life. You fall in love, and everything seems to be going perfectly. But something always has to mess up a person's fantasy. You lose that person, as well as your unborn child that they were carrying in their stomach. You would do anything to avenge their death, and so would the rest of your people, because that female, that love of your life, was royalty, and she was brutally murdered. That's what happened to me."

Christian began to get joked up and he had to stop talking, looking down at the ground as he waited for about a minute before he calmed down. "I've been sent by my King on a huge journey to try and make them pay for taking away my world. It will be extremely long, maybe even years, and we will travel everywhere, fighting side by side as we gather the information needed to bring them to justice. I need your help, your companionship, for this travel of mine. I cannot do it alone. I can easily see that you are very loyal to your Queen, which is just as it should be. That is exactly how I feel towards my King, and my dead Princess. Loyalty. If your Queen were killed tomorrow, would you not do everything within your power to avenge her death and make her killers pay for the wrong they have done? That is all I have to say. Goodbye, fair Keego." Just like that, he backed away into the crowd, allowing other people to have their chance to talk to the warrior faerre.

[Dawnbreeze10210]

Cocción and Violencia padded along side each other, their quiet footsteps echoed as the crunch of dry dirt under paw compressed underneath their weight. The two siblings barely looked at each other while they traveled side by side. One of the wolves was smaller then the other, more delicate. While the other was more built and seemed more confident with each stride she took. Both were different from each other, a lot different for that matter. One had a soft brown coat with sparks of violet here and there. Wings folded gracefully at her sides and armor on her legs were a soft purple tint. Her tail, unlike her sister was short cropped, a bob. On the other hand, the other wolf was various shades of violet and blue. Her eyes a shining silver and instead of wings, a wing pattern was decorated on her shoulders. Feathers graced her long plume like tail and her leg armor was a soft silver.

Both were alpha's of their tribe, after their father had died in battle. As they padded along they heard a voice strong throughout the still forest surrounding them. The rustling of excitement constantly disturbing the peacefulness of the nature around them. In unison two pairs of ears twitched with irritation and the disruption. With a hot huff the two wolves padded step by step, together, to the sound that had made them finally look at each other. Dusty dirt turned into hard gray stones as they followed a path. Iron gates soon was fallen behind them as they made their way to the sound. As time continued on they found themselves in an unfamiliar area, perhaps a land if specific. The wolves found themselves among others, stirring restlessly with excitement. The two were dumbfounded as they saw a small fox like creature speaking on what seemed like a stage. Tears had fallen from the warrior's eyes and instantly the blue hued wolf understood. The brown one stood their, watching until finally as the warrior finished did the two sister's look at each other. Violet eyes matching silver in an unspoken agreement. The two stepped up together, in unison onto the altar before the tearful warrior.

Cocción spoke first, the violet eyes wolf dipped her head politely to the smaller warrior.

"Sir Keego." she said respectfully, her bob tail twitching slightly at the name. The alpha watched her sister sizing the smaller warrior and eyeing his weapon. A small growl of annoyance at her sister's arrogance and impoliteness made her slightly angry. She shouldered the blue wolf so she stumbled slightly before giving her attention back to the toffee Faerre.

"I am Cocción, and this is my sister Violencia. We are the alpha's of our tribe south of this land you call your home." she paused considering what else she should say.

"My..apologizes for my sister, she is quick to a battle. A good heartened warrior however." she nodded slightly .

"Myself on the other hand tends to lean towards strategy. I often prefer to seek a peaceful solution before going into battle." she eyed her sister with what seemed like a death glare. The young wolf quickly shook out her fur, and nodded again to Keego.

"In all honesty, I believe my sister will have more of an appeal to you. Yes..I do have my sparring moments, but I prefer to lead my pack mates safely without combatives unless necessary." Cocción paused, considering her words.

"However, I will include in my part of our words that if you were to come with us, to our homeland, you would have to prove yourself to our tribe. Hard work and determination will get you far in our land, not just the skills of a warrior." she nodded with satisfaction, nudging her sister with her nuzzle for attention.

Violenica shook her head to clear it of her flashback moment. The blue hued wolf dipped her head briefly to the smaller warrior, her silver eyes briefly flickering of doubt that one so small could have so much courage, spirit, but yet compassion, and a heart in his soul. She paused before speaking, tipping her head to the right, her tail flicking back and forth the feathers gracing her tail swaying gently back and forth to her movements.

"My sister has already given you my name, which is Violencia.." she paused once again, taking a quiet breath.

"I am too, an alpha. My sister and I share our role, however I lead more packmates into battle more then she. Our tribe follows the code we have set for many generations. To fight with honor, know when your battle is won, to have mercy, and to show your compassion." she sighed quietly, her silver eyes looking around up at the sky, as if looking for something, or some one.

"You see, my sister and I weren't always so close to each other. When we were younger, we were close yes. But I had jealously in my blood, that she had wings and I didn't. But our parents always saw us differently, and we are different. She prefers strategy and peace, while I battle and honor." she nodded slightly.

"But...I was once lost. In a great battle not too long ago, about two full moons to e semi-exact. The battle was with another tribe, they had tried to move into our territory. Cocción had tried to reason, against my will with the other tribe. Asking, negotiating...dealing trying to get them to either join tribes together or share the land. They refused, thinking us weak and not wanting to fight. They were a cold blooded pack, wanting nothing more then blood shed and to conqueror. My father led the warriors into the battle, at the head, chin high, proud, determination to protect his family...They fought back without dignity, they fought with brute force with no mercy. That is how he died, he is a legacy. At the jaws of the other leader, teeth around his neck.." Violencia's voice trailed off to a pained tone, flinching at the memory.

"It was my fault, I was there, I should have helped. With all honesty, Keego I should have saved him. But I froze, I was unsure. The look in my father's eyes, he told me to stay back, to leave this fight to him. I..I could have helped, but I didn't. I suppose he wanted to live his last moments with pride, to defend his tribe at all costs." she shook her head, her strong position slouching slightly as she stared at the stone cold and grey stone underneath their paws.

"As I helped carry him back to the camp, we had won the battle if you must know. I fell into despair, just...just nothing could bring me back to the reality before me. Training was just another routine for the day, patrolling borders, everything just something next on the list. I didn't enjoy anything I loved anymore!" she frowned, blinking away tears of frustration.

Cocción, catching her sister wavering, fading from the moment gently licked her sister's cheek. Slight worry clouded her gaze as she watched her sister's gaze fade from the world slightly.

Violencia blinked a few times, at the feeling of her sister's tongue rasping over her cheek. She shook her head to clear it, regaining her previous state.

"But the elder's of our tribe decided we should be the new rightful leaders, the alpha's of the tribe. That's what woke me up. The fact that I could still protect the thing my father died fighting for. His family, his tribe, his honor. He died so we could live, and I promised to honor that." she sighed, her voice wavering at the end. She cleared her throat, dropping her piercing silver gaze.

"Not a day goes by that I don't dream of that battle. That i was the coward that didn't help, that he may still be living if I had just disobeyed his wish just once. But also, not a day goes by that I don't think I can still honor him, and be his loyal daughter by staying strong and fighting for what he loved." she offered a tiny smile to the young Warrior Faerre.

"My sister and I would be honored if a warrior like you, someone who isn't afraid to shed his tears for what he loves. But like Cocción said, you would have to earn your honorable place, but the tribe could use the skills of a different kind. But still a warrior pure of heart, is also the same of any warrior...isn't it." she sighed softly her silver eyes shining like the moon.

Cocción smiled at her sister with pride, then looked to Keego.

"A warrior pure of heart can win any battle, he or she knows when to show mercy, when to rejoice in victory, when to honor their fallen, and when to defend those they love. But a warrior pure of heart can still make mistakes, but those mistakes determine who they will soon be. Whether a loyal member, or a fallen angel. A warrior that can raise their chin in pride, or when to shed their tears for love, happiness, pride, or for the fallen. But those tears do not mean weakness, they mean strength. That you are able to drop those small pearls of water with honor that you are a warrior, pure of heart." Cocción smiled softly dipping her head once more to the Faerre.

"We wish you well on your journey, the choice you make is yours to hold. B that warrior, pure of heart." the two alpha's said together, in unison. Before they both dipped their heads, before raising their chins and letting out a soft howl to the sky above, to their tribe, to their fallen, for Keego and what he cherishes. They nodded politely before bounding off the stage and onto the grassy hills. Cocción took to the sky, letting out a small howl, and Violencia from the ground below matching it.

[Taiyo]

Keego will be judging in 4 days!
Eezy's auction will also end in 4 days! :'D Good luck everyone!

[Azure23]

Do we just post if we updated our bid? Cause I did with mine. ><

[Taiyo]

yea ^^; please repost if you updated your bids!

[*Blackberry*]

Fluffy purred as she was being stroked, she wriggled out from under the lady's hand. She lept down onto the floor, and scampered to her basket. She lept on the pink cushion, and meowed happily, to show she was sastified. She was about to sleep when the door bell rang, she opened her blue eyes and ran towards it. But as people know curiousity killed the cat. Her owner, Mrs Hannah, opened it and said joyfully, " Oh! You bought her! I thought she would never arrive! " she closed the door and placed down a black kitten. Fluffy hissed, Mrs Hannah ignored and place the black kitten onto Fluffy's basket, she clapped her hands and said happily, " your basket little kitty! " Fluffy hissed, " Her basket?!!! It is my basket! Mine! Mine! " she was about to jump onto thr kitten, when amrs Hannah grabbed her, and threw Fluffy out, " Annoying brat " she muttered under her breath. Fluffy meowed in fear and fright. She landed onto a flower pot, tipping it, she lept off it, and ran away, crying. Was she just a subsitute until that cat came? She shrugged, scared to death. She sighed, guess now it was the time for a adventure she wants so badly.

Fluffy looked out of the train window, she sighed, it was going to be few more hours till New York. She was looking out when a lady mistook her as a big fat rat. "RAT!!!" She shrieked and fainted onto the seat. A man came and threw her out of the window, she landed and sprained her front left paw. At least, she had made some distance. It was no use getting on the train already, it had already gone. Fluffy scampered sadly, her white fur standing up. And her paws had mud on them. But these was minor, she had experienced far worst than that. She lifted her left paw, and tried to walk. When she stumbled on a branch, she fell and landed on a patch of grass which gave way to her. She shrieked, and dropped onto a slide, and slided down. All the way onto a patch of moss. Fluffy hissed, annoyed and frustrated already. She stomped awkwarly to a silver gate, and slipped through the gaps, when all of a sudden, there was loud foot steps. A lot of people was running in her direction, she ran painfully and triped over her paws and landed on a cushion. Then when the gate opened, everyone ran in.

She wondered what the big fuss was about, she meowed curiously to a boy beside her, " What's this place boy? " the boy snorted, " Faerre island. Duh! We woo a faerre here, if we are choosen as their companion, we'll have them as a friend, companion. Or whatever. " Fluffy nodded polietly, and looked onto the stage. When, all of a sudden a faerre lept up. A warrior faerre to be correct. Not just any faerre. A magnificant one. Her blue eyes widdened in shock, impressed. He had leopard like markings, and beautiful brown eyes. He had said finished his speech and was waiting for everyone to come. Fluffy bit her bottom lip, a warrior? Worthy? She was only worth a piece of trash, or worst, nus. She looked at the ground, she lept to her paws confident of showing him, but she was nearly stepped on everyone, they had queued up to talk to him. She sighed, and decided, they was not the faerre she could woo. At least, she might be able to shake paws with him once he choose.. She sat there misrable, she groomed herself, but still couldn't look her best. She knew looks didn't count, but what was inside them.

A few days passed, but she couldn't muster out any courage. It was the last day, it was near night already. She couldn't stand the thought of not speaking to him. She had only a few hours, that would be enough time. She rushed towards him painfully. She bowed, gulping, and sat down. " Hello Keego. My name is Fluffy. Wait! Please continue listening. Looks or names must not fool you. I'm no ordinary pet kitty. " she meowed anxiously, and heard some hushed whispers of her. Ignoring it, she continued, " I know this is rather late for a woo, but I.. finally had enough courage to see and talk to you. I have experienced alot of bad things this few weeks, I sprained my paw, I didn't cry. I was thrown out of my home, but I didn't begged to stay. I was throwned out of a moving train.. " she paused and whimpered as her paw hurt alot. " I'm not worthy of a warrior likr you Keego, I'm only worth trash. I don't have any home, I'm homeless.. but I'm sure, we could go and travel. I always dreamed of travelling.. " she sighed, " We can go together.. but.. it would be bad. But, I will always welcome you Keego. Oh, and I won't cry if I dont get picked. " she lept down the stage, and landed on her cushion.

[Hedgie;]

my ACTION speaks LOUDER than YOURS
Name: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
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Updated abit.