The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Wesley]

Wow Shim, thanks.
Koowie, the problem is, you have to go for Kate's mate if you're going for her...

[neonfrozen]

Koowie, the problem is, you have to go for Kate's mate if you're going for her...

That was one of my questions in the PM I sent Amber, ill put him back in if I get a yes, you dont need to go for him or a no, you dont need too when she answers me... Sound good?

[Offended Cockatiel]

Dink and Mocha remind me of something.

[oTterBox. :o)]

Oh. My. Gosh. She's mine? Oh, Thank you thank you thank you! I really didn't think I would get her.

I'm so happy right now! Again, thanks <3

Haha, I told you so.
We all knew my form was full of crap.
Congrats, you totally deserved her much more than I did.

EDIT: And wow, Aysan, I felt so much better when I read that. I'd like to at least feel that I had a chance.

Tessa, don't put yourself down.
I really loved your form, The interview was unique, and fun to read. <3
I Love the history, especially the part where they were pups, and it was all very well written.
<3

[Shimmerleaf]

Dink and Mocha remind me of something.

A good something or a bad something?

[Solanum]

Tessa, both forms were very well written. You really shouldn't put yourself down ^^

This little beauty shall be mine c:<
When are they being put up Wes? Please say next round...?

[Wesley]

Tessa, both forms were very well written. You really shouldn't put yourself down ^^

This little beauty shall be mine c:<
When are they being put up Wes? Please say next round...?

Yes ma'am. xD

And Tessa, I thought your form was amazing, but I've only one vote. I'd certainly have been just as honored for you to win my little beauty as I am for S u m m e r to do so. She's certainly just tough competition! Now I intend to face her off at the Agency. She's frightfully good, but you're certainly not bad. Your history was unique and lovely, so don't you dare put yourself down!

[Darkest.Nation]

I love that horse. (:

I've been thinking about trying for the black and orange cat -- here's my chance!

[Solanum]

Username:
Tesshin-san

Kennel Number:
155

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Name [of pet]:
Achak

Nickname:
Muerte

Nickname reasons:
Muerte, the spanish word for death. His actual name means spirit, and of course, spirits can go both ways. They can give life but they can also take it away. He is known more by his negative actions, rather than his positive ones, as is the way.

Gender [of pet]:
Male

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Unicorn

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Personality [of pet]:
Achak's Personality -
WIP

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Background/History [of pet]:
Achak's story is separate to the two others

'I was born differently to the others. My colouring not as pure, the horn on my head twisted, although I didn't care. I was who I wanted to be, no one could take that away from me. No one would take that away from me. Fear is a wonderful emotion, you see, it sticks with you like a bad reputation but it is so much worse. They're right to fear me after all they've done. They're lucky I don't just crush them where they stand. Pompous fools.'

The heavens opened the night he was born, but the timing was all wrong. It wasn't a light, airy day. He wasn't born under a rainbow or following a good sign like everyone else. There was nothing but pain. Pain that killed his mother during the birth. The first strike against him but certainly not the last. Unicorns were naturally pure creatures; their pale coats and fair manes making even the most beautiful of maids weep in envy... But not little Achak. He was a deep brown in colour, his tail long like a serpent with a tuft of hair at the end, the appaloosa pattern on his flank and, of course, the twisted horn that held so much untapped power ready to be released as soon as he felt he was ready.
"It's all your fault! Why couldn't you be like everyone else... You're an embarrassement to myself and your mother."
His father was furious with him... Although it was obvious that it was only grief, it still hurt the young foal more than anyone would ever imagine. He was very sensitive, easily hurt, but of course no one cared. He was the black sheep of the herd. Yet they couldn't get rid of him without higher authority, and his father being the lead stallion meant that he wasn't going anywhere. Though they weren't going to stop trying just because of that insignificant detail. All the others were white spirited, pure, but his spirit was in the grey regions. Neither black nor white. At the moment he was balanced, but a scale can tip either way with a little help.

He was hounded all through his time as a foal. Being only young, some of them saw the chasing as a game, but the fear in his eyes was real. The sweat on his body as he pushed himself over the edge was real. It wasn't a game for him, it was torture, punishment. There was no way he could talk to his father about matters like this, he had much more important things to do, although every night he would look at the stars and wish for someone to help him. It didn't matter who, he just needed a friend. Someone who'd stick by him no matter what. Every night they would seek him out, lead by an older colt called Akando. He wasn't as nieve as the others, when he chased, verbally assaulted the younger colt or backed him into a corner... He meant it as a threat. It had started off as the odd rumour about the young misfit but had escalated out of control, that was when Akando had made his presense known.
Everyone knew that it was over power. After all, once Achak's father retired from his role, Achak would become the lead stallion. Unless he left beforehand, when another would be chosen. It was sure to be him, so he wanted Achak out of the picture. For good, though he'd have to settle for never seeing him again, as any obvious harm to him would be spotted by his father. Even a father who is disappointed in his son would protect him if he was in danger, or at least that was how he saw it. Akando wasn't stupid, like his followers...

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Only a few months after a more severe beating from the yearlings, Achak's salvation appeared in the form of a dark figure trotting along the path that led to their forest. The dust flew up as their hooves collided with the dry earth below every few seconds, hiding them from view. Only their outline was visible, although that was enough to get a vague look at who they were. They had a lean, muscular build, suggesting a stallion although a fully grown one. Not like the yearlings that tormented poor little Achak. The intruder's mane and tail were cropped short, as was the feathering at his hocks, just defining his handsome features.
Achak's curiousity dragged him closer to the stallion, his eyes scanning his beautiful pelt as the dust cleared and the intruder halted in front of him. "Wow. They're beautiful." His pelt was covered in markings of all different sizes, patterns and colours, and like little Achak, he was different to the others. "What do they mean?"
The grey tobiano stallion chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Maybe another time. I have to speak with your leader. Where might I find him?"
"He'll be over on the ledge, watching over the herd as he usually is. Would you... like me to take you to him?" The bay colt cocked his head, ears pricked up. This was his chance to get to know the stallion... Who was he, what did his markings mean and why did he want to speak with his father?

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The lessons began the very next day. The stallion had asked to join the herd, and had accepted on some terms with Achak's father. He would stay away from the mares, and teach his son should his son want to be taught. Amongst other rules of course. Achak certainly wanted to be taught, and the stallion really didn't mind passing on his knowledge. After all, no one can live forever. Right...?
The more Achak learned, the more in control he became, the more confident. Two full years had passed before the colt became a stallion, and earned his role. The markings had appeared all over his body,

A witch doctor. A spirit walker. A healer. An outcast. [Not part of story yet]

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Use [for pet]:
First for Achak. I have always loved horned animals, and animals in mythology. They have always fascinated me. I don't know what it is about them, but they have always drawn me into writing, drawing or reading. The stories of single horned creatures has helped me through some rather nasty times, and he is just perfect. He isn't like most unicorns, but is unique. The colouring, the markings, the long tail and the twisted horn just make him who he is. Once I started writing for him, I actually found it hard to stop, there is just so much that I want to write for him. I just don't know how to put all of it into words.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
WIP

Danilo

[Shimmerleaf]

Oh god. Now I've got Pix going for two out of the three I was gonna go for.