Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Tiikeria]

So...would anyone like to join me in the chat while I attempt to work on my form for a bit? XD

[neonfrozen]

Ill be there, Tiki.

[MissKiwiBird]

I am looking to adopt...
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Kennel number: P17


Name: Ammon (Egyptian name meaning "the hidden one"


Breed: Gidran Horse


Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: This animal will be the start of my horse characters. I have been relentlessly searching for a unique animal worthy of art and my affection. He will be in countless dramatic art pieces, and will also become my muse for horse drawing. He has an air about him that brings me to believe he will be a true use to me.


Personality: Ammon is a horse like no other. He has learned the ways of Samurai, which was believe to be a lost meaning to the Japanese. That has caused him to be rigid, and unknown, lost among the few who strive to bring back the tough ways of honor to Japan. He has honor like no other, doing what ever he can to protect those who are a part of his life. Due to the hours of training, he has learned to only be silent, all though he always has the dream of breaking free. (Most Likely a WIP)


Likes: Due to the brutal tasks he has completed, Ammon has very few likes. When is comes down to it, he knows his heart is set on love. Through all the pain, all the torture, his only hope was to one day find the loving mare that always seems to come as a part of the Samurai process. Following that, his other likes, which no other animal knows about, is the dream of a family. Of course, he has more common likes, such as the stallions desire to be on top. Other than that, he prefers to set his limits, knowing that any of the things he likes can turn on him in a heartbeat.


Dislikes: Ammon dislikes much. He hates cruelty, for having to suffer years of it himself. He also dislikes the stare of others, as he has the constant effort of trying to stay hidden.


History/Background: (Told in the Eyes of Ammon).
My muscles tighten up, my body threatening to shut down. I fight every cell in my body as I try to stay alive. As I stand here, knee deep in snow, I keep my head facing forward, but use my eyes to look at the recently-fallen stallion. We are here, for our training, which has taken over our lives. As the snow beats relentlessly against my skin, I think back to happier times, when I was a colt...

I remember the sweetness of my mother's gaze, how she was always there for me. I thought of how she helped me with my awkwardness around others, and assisted me when it came to making friends. Suddenly, the picture of her dead and bloodied body flashes in to my mind. Hunters had shot her, mistaking her for a deer. That night was also a snowy one, just like tonight. I fight tears as I remember that Mother adored snow...
I had returned home that night to find my father waiting for me. I never liked that Stallion, he was so controlling. He looked at me with an evil glint in his eye, as he stepped aside. Behind him was a well groomed horse, with muscles bulging out from under his coat. I heard a voice, so full of hate and control, that I couldn't make myself get away. It froze me to the ground on which I stood. As it spoke, I felt my legs quiver. The words entered my brain, so horrible, that I felt as if I were about to join my mother. I still remember the exact thing that stallion said. "You shall come with me. Your training begins tomorrow."
That next week was horrible. I wasn't necessarily a strong colt, and what I was put through was horrible. Chained in searing hot iron cages for hours, pulling hundreds of pounds of rock, always in unforgiving hours. I was taught to stay quite and calm, and to only make eye contact if directed by the lead stallion.
I had spent 6 years at this horrible place so far, and I have many years to come. I shall not leave unless I die. I am here forever. Unless...I am able to get out.

The horrible voice enters my ears, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up to see the same stallion that was in my home not to long ago. Now, his body tired from age, still shows the glory it once had. The horses that lay upon the ground are dragged away, and the remaining few of us are marched back to the barren place we now must call home. We march with our heads high, showing that we will not show pain, knowing tomorrow will end up being worse than today, a cycle that has been going on for years.



Art: Working on it now, I have to finish it!


Other: This is still a work in progress (especially the history!!)

[Frost Feather]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:
F55
Name:
Previously Named: -not named-
Currently Named: Nada
Meaning 'hope' in Croatian
Also known as: Hope
Breed: Jungle Smili (Species by Spotty)
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Nada was the very first to catch my eye when I first looked at the pound of hope, it was however awfully hard to choose between a beautifully designed dog and Nada. I decided to go for Nada because, at the first sight.. I just felt very tied up to her. Nada reminds me very much of my cat who passed away, he had a flamy orange mixed with a creamy color pelt just like Nada. Nada is very unique looking, she is an absolute beautiful character and I am very happy that I have a chance to adopt her, the design is very appealing. Nada is at the same time complex and simple, a very beautiful addition she would be to my characters.

I have already thought of a story about her, it explains how she got the name Nada, meaning hope. I feel Nada would be a beautiful addition to both my characters and role play characters, she seems to possess beauty that makes me want love and care for her. She looks very artistic and she is an absolute joy to look at. I have been suffering of not having a tablet and having to draw with a touch pad on my laptop, which is imsossible to make a completely fitting character for myself. Nada, however would save me from this situation. I keep coming back here and I am unable to stop myself from adopting Nada.

If I am lucky enough to adopt Nada and love her I shall put her on my character thread and use her in a role play if possible. I would make lots of sorts of little stories for her and she would probably be my main character, not fursona, but main character. Orange definitely is not one of the colours I like a lot... but Nada is just stunning! She is beautiful and I wouldn't want her to come in any different colour than she is right now, Nada is perfect as she is.
Personality:
Nada is not one of the creatures that likes to explore and adventure, therefore she has more common sense than it looks like. Nada would rather lay around and doze in the sun or hunt for her family and friends, she is very helpful and would rather stay around helping out her family and friends than going out to explore. She is very gentle and careful, she absolutely loves cubs. She is very warm hearted and welcomes in any troubled or hurt.

Nada will think over an important decision for days until she decides, she is very clever and mostly makes right decisions. However, she learns from her mistakes. She changes her mind multiple times and even then she might not be happy about her decision. She is very inteligent but can sometimes get lost, sometimes a little more pressure is needed if the decision needs to be made quickly.

Nada isn't too demanding, she understands life can be very hard at times, she is willing to follow her friend's plans unless she knows it isn't a very good plan. She is easy to make friends with but does not tolerate unkindness or unhelpfulness, but she knows forgiving is the right thing to do.

Nada will rarely release her anger on the innocent, but sometimes if something is really wrong she may accidentally do so. She tries to keep violence and anger inside and tries not to release it on the innocent.

Nada is a very intelligent and clever creature, often she will sit around by herself and oserve the world around her. She sometimes sits on a rock and listens to the sounds of nature and birds singing.

Nada can get easily upset if a member of the family or a friend is upset, she always tries to make them feel better, no matter what species. She is very sympathetic and caring, though words won't hurt her.

Likes:
Moon and stars
it just fills her with warmth looking at the moon and stars. She thinks that the moon is very special in its own way.
Fire
fire in Nada's view is beautiful and extrodianary, not dangerous fire though.
Quiet
Quiet is a sign of peace and theres nothing better than peace.
Birds
The cute little singig fluffies, Nada is very intrested in their ability to fly.
Life
Life is beautiful, you live for someone, someone lives for you. Without life there is nothing.


Dislikes:
War and battles
In her opinion all the bloodshed is for nothing
Gore and blood
Not a sign of peace and not plesant to look at
Death
Someone loses a family member or friend which is awful
History/Background:
The jungle was covered by grey, dull fog, all was silent exept the leaves rustling, gracefully in the soft wind. A big Jungle Smili lay on her side licking four cubs, while they nursed. A huge, muscular, strong male came over silently, his eyes soft, ''The cubs are beautiful Sanga'' he whispered, Sanga purred and licked the male's cheek, ''Can you get a piece of prey for me, Bingo?''
''Of course'' the male purred and padded away.

The pack leader came over to Sanga, glancing at her cubs. His eyes widened as he saw a cub different from them all, ''I'm sorry Sanga but that one'' he pointed with his paw ''will have to be killed when its atleast one month''
''But why?!'' Sanga cried. clearly shocked at Flame, the pack leader. Bingo appeared behind flame and dropped a rabbit at Sanga's paws. ''And why do you want the innocent cub killed?'' Bingo challenged Flame
''That cub could be a threat! its different from us all'' Flame hissed and padded off before Bingo could retort.

One month passed and the cubs where starting to roll around and play outside the den.
''Don't worry Sanga, we will tell her to run away and we will find her soon again, and we can't go with her because Flame will track us down and he does not know the cubs scent'' Bingo was saying, trying to comfort Sanga. ''Ok I'll go do it now before Flame comes to kill her'' she sighed, sadly and walked out of the den, she picked up the cub by the scruff and slipped in, behind a bush, ''Run my little hope! Run my Nada! go that way and don't come back, I promise we will find you some day!''
So Nada ran and she got her name by the jungle being in Croatia and by there being hope of her living. In Croatian hope is nada.

A year had passed, Nada was bathing in the warm, afternoon sun, she heard pawsteps and turned to see her parents and siblings running towards her. ''Mother, Father!'' she yowled in joy and nuzzled them ''finally you came!''
Sanga and Bingo nuzzled their daughter, ''were coming to live with you'' Bingo purred
''Really? come then here is my den'' she ran towards a large sheltered cave with bushes all around
''Nice and big for all of us to fit! And Flame died yesterday so we came to you now that the pack has split up'' Sanga nuzzled Nada
''And those are your siblings, Petal, Flower and Rush'' Bingo added as Nada went to greet them
''Well you rest and I'm just going to go and watch the birds'' Nada meowed

She sat on a large rock and observed the nature and listened to the tiny, fluffy birds singing. Finally life has gotten much more pleasant
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[! october]

When are all the forms gong to be put up, because I posted quite a few pages back, and don't want to be missed because none of my forms are on the front page

No worries; as Fenris said, all forms will be put up before judging begins. c:
I do usually wait until the end of the round, but since there are currently so many forms, I'lm going to try to update the list tomorrow.

[kartharon]

I am looking to adopt cherish and love forever...

:*: Black Magic :*:


Basic Information

:: True Name ::
Mokusei Suisei
:: Identity Name ::
Moku
:: Pronounciation ::
True Name - Mo-ku-say Sway-say
Identity Name - Moku. Easy enough.
:: Nickname(s) ::
Juke, Black Magic, Comet, Blackout
:: Origin of Name ::
The origin of Moku’s name is Japanese, Mokusei meaning ‘Jupiter’, and Suisei meaning ‘comet’.
Jupiter’s Comet.
:: Gender ::
Male
:: Age ::
208 moons . Over 17 years old
:: Extra Info On Age ::
Just to explain how Moku can be 208 moons old and still be alive, he died at 21 moons, but was rejected from Hell, Heaven, and Limbo (the imbetween), so he was ranked as Immortal, forever to roam the earth. His appearance will never grow or look older.
:: Species ::
Drakine
:: Species’ Nickname ::
Draks
:: Loyal To ::
Himself
:: Religion/Beliefs ::
Dark Arts
:: Rank ::
Loner
:: Rank Branch ::
N/A
:: Birthdate ::
July 25 {Year Unknown}
:: Birthplace ::
Very west edge of the island on Terra Beach (located in Comoa's Territory)

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Why Do I Want Him?

:: What Will I Do For This Character ::
He will become one of my most treasured characters. To tell you the truth, I want him in my DoM’s, but I would love to have a story just based around him and the way that no one understands him. His personality would easily fit mine, being misunderstood yet loved at the same time. His story will be unique, as I already have the details planned in my head and all I need is a keyboard. I will constantly be practicing on my wolf anatomy with his small but perfect design, and it will be very easy just to sketch out his design. I seriously adore the black and white mixed with the blue in his eyes. He will be mine and mine alone and I promise to adore and cherish him for a long while. I know I will never grow tired of him, as Tess never tires of Avian and Malk never grows bored of Lytium, as the easy design and simplicity of colors don’t change as I grow older.
:: Why Do I Want Him ::
Purely his design. The moment I saw Moku, the simple colors and design really shocked me. Normally, I go for complicated tribal markings and colors, but this time, I knew that the simple black and white matched me perfectly. The swirls under his eyes just caught my attention, even after looking through Spotty’s amazing designs and looking at the beautiful Gryphons, he just had me coming right back to his kennel. Even his name just fit him perfectly, and I knew he had to be mine. I swear, if I walked into a pet shop and saw a puppy with his design, and had to choose between that and the design of my most treasured character, I would without a doubt choose him. I truly and honestly from the bottom of my heart love him, and I’m not just saying this to try to win him, it is the truth. I cannot say the word honestly enough, I truly adore him and will plan on keeping him for a very long while.

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Descriptive Information

:: Pelt Color ::
Pure black, giving meaning to his name Black Magic
:: Markings ::
Two swirls under each eye and three distinct markings up his front left leg
:: Color of Markings ::
Pure snow white
:: Markings on Paws/Legs ::
Three white triangular shaped markings on his front left leg, one on the top leg, one on the “ankle” of his leg, and one on his paw
:: Markings on Chest ::
N/A
:: Markings on Tail ::
N/A
:: Markings on Face ::
Two creamy white swirls underneath each eye
:: Markings on Back ::
N/A
:: Tattoos ::
N/A
:: Birthmarks ::
White spot on the back of his right ear
:: Drakine Birthmark ::
Star on right thigh with three dots underneath it
Note: A Drakine Birthmark is something that the species of Drakine are born with. It is not visible unless the Drakine is feeling a strong emotion, then in which it appears in a gold or light blue color.
:: Eye Color ::
Stormy sky blue that seem to be framed in shadows but bathed in light
:: Jewelry ::
White leather necklace with a spiral charm made of black onyx, the ends capped with silver
:: Build ::
Very lithe build, muscle mostly defined only in the legs and on his chest ; muzzle and face has less muscle, causing a more feline-like appearance
:: Height (Paws to Ear Tips) ::
A shocking 4’ 3”
:: Weight ::
152.4 lbs.
:: Length (Head to Tail) ::
3’ 4”
:: Anything Unusual ::
The blue aura that seems to glow around him wherever he goes ; Also, since he is a full-blood Drakine, it seems odd that he has no horns/spikes/fangs exc. He only has the blue eyes that turn gold, the only hint he’s Drakine ; His size

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Living Information

:: Current Living Arrangement ::
A small cave warmed by a hot spring resting on a mountain-side near the forest
:: Living Companions ::
Belle [f] (Now currently missing/deceased)
:: Companion’s (if any) Names ::
Anna Belle [f]
:: Companion’s (if any) Species ::
Belle [f] - Drakine
:: Relation to Companions ::
Belle + Moku = Mates
:: Rough Location of Home ::
Eastern edge of the island on the Black Mountains, (named for the surplus of onyx) bottom of the third mountain framed by Alpine Trees.
:: Home Description ::
A small cave at the base of the mountains, many vines and lichen cover the entrance of the “doorway”, grown over from the top. There is a tree has grown above the cave, causing constant shelter and shade, a plus in the summer, but a minus in the winter when no sun can reach him to warm him. The cave is covered in hieroglyphic symbols covering the walls that are painted in with red, orange, and blue. The symbols were carved in by him, and the tools that he used are made of stone and black onyx that comes from the top of the mountains. Black onyx, feathers, and shells of all colors adorn the walls, Black Magic’s “jewels.” A small stream runs through the cave to the very back where a large hot spring sits. There is a small opening that opens up above the hot spring, letting in the sun and moon to reflect off the water.
:: Territory Environment ::
Alpine forest near the base of the mountain, and it’s always a little bit colder than anywhere else on the island at his home because of the frigid air that blows down from the mountain-top. There is a numerous amount of Clouded Leopards near his cave because of the habitat that is perfect for the felines.
:: Common Prey ::
Rocky Mountain goat, birds, snow hares, exc.
:: Uncommon Prey ::
Antelope, deer, exc.
:: Other Species (besides prey) Living Near By ::
Drakines, Hell Hounds, Defenders, Dark Outs (a species of demon infested animals of all breeds)

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Attitude Information

:: Personality ::
- Very smart. Academic on the highest levels.
Moku was trained from the day he was born up until 12 moons how to do and control Black Magic, hint his name. Now, don’t think of him as a bad person for doing this, he was trained from birth to do it, so don’t you think he thought it was normal? It’s true, he was highly smart, and he had used that level of knowledge in every way possible to his advantage, but sometimes it wasn’t for the best reasons. Black magic is something that you don’t fool around with, as when you cast each spell, you’re giving up a shard of your life to Yin, the “devil” so to speak in the Drakine’s beliefs, and Moku has given up numerous shards of his up until now.
But on another note, Moku didn’t just use his brain for darkness, he used it when he went hunting or when he was predicting a storm. Three days before a storm, Moku knew exactly where and when it would hit and if it would develop into something much more than a storm, such as a hurricane, tornado, exc. When he went hunting, he knew the exact blind spot of his prey and could come so close without alerting it that he could touch it, which he has done before to prove a point. But all of this showing off had its consequences. His mother quickly left after he soon started to discover what he could do, as she thought that she was never good enough for him. So, being academic had the result of a leaving mother and his life growing shorter, but it got him prey to eat and shelter before the storm.
- He’s not evil, I swear it.
When Moku turned 1 on July 25, the hottest time of the year, he met someone who had been raised similar to him. Her name was Belle, and instantly, Moku was in love. They did everything together, hunting, sleeping, you name it. They were inseparable and were planning on raising a few pups... But that never happened. The day that Belle gave birth to the pups, Moku went to sleep with a happy family around him, and woke up all alone. Where Belle had last been there was left blood-stains across the ground, and all four of the pups were missing. His pups. In grief, he searched the island desperately for his mate, howling as loud as he could for her, calling her name at night. He didn’t want to believe that she was dead, but when the time came around that he knew the truth, he went into a blood-lust that seemed to be unstoppable. He had heard of the Hell Hounds before, but hadn’t planned on being bothered by them. Well alone having them kill his mate and steal his pups. In a rage, he conjured up the blackest demons from the darkest nights and set them loose from the pits of hell, letting them take over other animals to be his servants. He watched as his creations went against Yin’s creations. Evil vs. Evil.
Well, Moku didn’t survive the battle, but he was rejected even in Hell for being to dark and was sent back to the surface. Heaven would reject him as well, and even the imbetween, Limbo, wouldn’t take him. He was left to live forever on Earth, until he either apologized for his enormous evil, or he did good things for the rest of his now immortal life. Now, if you had been just another wolf, and you heard this story about Moku’s evil deeds, you would have just figured right away that he was the purest of evil and scorned by any of his brethren, but now that I have explained it to you, don’t you feel bad for him after he tried to fight for his mate and didn’t live?
- Mysterious. As in, black top hat and dark alleys mysterious.
Moku always seems to have a mysterious blue aura around him, as if he has a secret he has hidden for years that is indescribably terrible. Well, it’s true. But we’ll get more on that when you learn about his history. He seems to know answers to questions before they are spoken and knows the solutions to feuds, as if he knows exactly what it’s about before anyone tells him. One group say that he is blessed with the ability to see the future, and that he has the ability to read minds of others around him, while others say that he is cursed and is Yin’s right-hand man attempting to seem like a prophetic hero. Only the most brave travel from the packs to see him, asking questions about their future or their family’s future, and most of the time he only speaks in riddles, as if really does know their fates. He never speaks of how or when they will die, only of significant events that will happen, and maybe not even then. Even he himself does not understand the extent of his “powers”. Constant visions swarm him, sometimes they are about wolves he doesn’t even know, and then there’s the fact that sometimes he knows when other Drakines are coming to visit him, even Defenders, and he knows their names, ages, and every detail about them. Results of Black magic? Or a blessing of Yang? Will he ever find out during his immortal life?
- Shy. Like, hide-behind-mama’s-legs-when-you-meet-someone-new shy
Although Moku may have been trained in the dark arts, he wasn’t exactly the most outgoing of the bunch, let alone he hated to talk to anyone besides his own mom. He always seemed to be a bit bashful when he and his siblings first started to read off spells that their mother made them memorize, as if he was afraid he would mess up and the magic would backfire. Even now, at 2 years of age, he still blushes on occasion when new Drakines arrive to hear their “fortune.” Only when he is reading through the old spell books he has discovered or traveling to find out information is he not afraid of screwing up. Traveling and reading are two of his favorite past-times, but he can only ever do them so often, as most of the time he is seeing customers or possible clients. Now, some of you may see this as a weakness, but he thinks it’s also an advantage, as when sometimes he’s too shy of other Drakines, it saves him from future consequences. Kind of like trying to stay away from gang members, but the only difference is that these are wolves with long fangs and spikes going against Moku who has none. So, like his smarts, being shy has its advantages and disadvantages.
:: Personality around others (that he does know) ::
It was mentioned above that Moku is very shy, but that’s a bit different when he’s around someone he knows. Now, before I tell his personality, let me define what it means for Moku to know you, as it is very complicated. If you’re a client, that does not count as Moku knowing you. In a way of he knows you’re name, what you look like, and where you’re from, then yes, he knows you, but Moku defines know as someone who is related to him or has known from his childhood. If you’re a constant client then he may grow to say that he “knows you” but it may not grow from that. Now, if he knows you, he tends to be a little more protective and careful around you, and he also seems to be a tad more adventurous, daring to do things he hasn’t done before. I’m talking something as drastic as something chosen in truth or dare, like, jumping into a pond naked, or hitting a wasps’ nest with a baseball bat. Yes, when he’s with others, he can do some pretty stupid things. When he was around his mom though, he never tried to disappoint her, always trying to make her happy and keep a smile on her face. To disappoint someone is like a failure to Moku. He always acted on his best behavior and smarts, always trying to make sure that no one became upset with him. It seemed that he never got in trouble during his childhood either, as he never misbehaved. Never. To misbehave was the worst thing he could do, pretty much shrinking him down to the point of pathetic. But then again, this is only around the people he knows.
:: Personality around others (that he doesn’t know) ::
Moku’s personality takes very drastic changes on the difference between know and don’t know. When he knows you, he’s rambunctious and fun, but when he doesn’t he’s shy and bashful. There isn’t just a shy side though that always blushes. When he doesn’t know you he also seems to care about your accomplishments and always tries to encourage you to do your hardest, even when your future shows horrible events. Moku has always believed that if you try to change the way you do things you can change your future. When Moku encounters a potential client, he may be shy at first, but afterwards he seems to be a bit more professional and business-like, always eager to tell the future. Now, to be eager to tell the future for no payment is a bit odd, so after a while of getting bored, Moku began to charge one piece of prey per reading just so he wouldn’t get bored with his job. Don’t think of it as greedy, but as a way to keep his job up and running. You can’t read a fortune from a dead guy now can you? He may be immortal, but he can starve to… life? It’s a painful experience either way.
:: Feelings about Family ::
Moku believes that with family you make it through life, and since Moku has no one, he promised that he would only do his job until the demons, angels, or themons take him in. He has no point in his life. Family is your best friend; the only one’s that you can trust with secrets and promises, and without family you have no one to share your past decisions with. All other thoughts on family were refusing to be shared, that’s the only information obtained.
:: Feelings about the Tribes/Hell Hounds ::
- Feelings about Drakines/Defenders
Moku has nothing against the Drakines or Defenders, as they would have been his pack-mates if things had been different in his life. He actually is grateful for them, as they get rid of Hell Hounds and Dark Outs, the ones that he hates. Drakines are his own species, so he doesn’t really mind them being around near his “territory”, and although he doesn’t mind the species, he really doesn’t care for the way they live. For that many Draks to live together, he completely would hate to live a life like that, as he more enjoys to be a Lone Wolf, because he was raised in that lifestyle. As for the Defenders, Moku dislikes how they and the Drakines live together because they are two different species. Defenders, since they are a lot bigger, have a lot more power against the Hell Hounds so Moku does have some sort of liking towards the big cats. Besides his problem with Drakines and Defenders living together, he also doesn’t like the fact that most of them are orphans and are without family. Not an “I hate this” dislike, but an “I feel bad for them” dislike, because he knows what they have gone through and are going through. Also, the Defenders as well as the Drakines come to him for fortune telling, which costs, so he does get paid and fed thanks to the. Altogether, the Drakines and Defenders feed him, keep the Hell Hounds away from him, and entertain him.
- Feelings about Hell Hounds/Dark Outs
Think of the things that you hate the most, then multiply that by 24, add 17, and then multiply by 167. Double that, and that’s the hatred that Moku has for the Hell Hounds and Dark Outs. Now, how can he hate his own creation the Dark Outs may be an interesting question, but the truth is, he only created them to save his mate, never meaning for them to reproduce and come back for him. All they do is constantly cause him trouble, but currently they have no idea where he lives. He has constantly moved his home over and over again to try to attempt to get away from them. They not only torture Moku, but the Drakines as well, causing anger to go towards him for pain. Hell Hounds are a whole different situation, as they don’t particularly stalk him, but everything else that lives too. Since they killed his mate, his anger and hatred is limitless as well as indescribable, and because they made him kill his own pup, he now tries to mortally wound any that he comes across as he couldn’t kill one on his own.

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Personal Information

:: Biggest Secrets ::
- Creator of the Dark Outs
One of Moku’s biggest secrets is that he is the creator of Dark Outs, a breed of demon filled creatures of many species. They normally work with Hell Hounds in hopes of someday being accepted into Hell. Because they are rogue demons conjured by shadows, they aren’t pure blood and are not accepted into Hell. He created them to hunt down the Hell Hounds and fight them so he could get his mate and pups back, but when his army was destroyed to the point of surrender, he was swarmed and killed by the scaly hounds, only coming back when all three of the after-life’s rejected him.
- A murderer?
Yes, it’s true, the shy and easily embarrassed Moku is also a killer. Now, it was not by choice, as there was a requirement for Moku to become immortal. Now, there is no excuse for killing another living being, but Moku thought that he was doing the right thing. Moku knew that he wasn’t going to have enough time to do enough good things with the rest of his life left, so he choose immortality. The price he had to pay was shocking, and there was no way that he could turn back. The Hell Hounds revealed one of his missing pups. What he had to do? Kill the pup. Long story short, Moku was forced to kill his own pup in exchange for one day a chance at Heaven. With blood on his paws, this would be nearly impossible.
:: Living History ::
When Moku lived with his mom and siblings they lived on a beach near the spot Moku currently lives in, only a few clicks north. They lived in a cave similar to Moku’s but a bit larger with a wall “divider” in the middle of the cave to create two separate rooms, one for the girls and one for Moku. Being the only male in the family, he was able to decorate his “room” however he wanted to, but it was pretty lonely having to sleep in the dark with no one else near him.
When his mother moved away with his sisters, he moved to his current location on the beach, claiming that section as his territory with the permission of the current Tribe living there. Yes when he fell in love with Belle, he moved to her current location, as the spot they were in wasn’t exactly preferred for pups. She lived in a spot of the woods near the Forbidden Territory, most likely why the pups and Belle were taken/killed.
After Moku “died”, he moved back to the location that he was in before Belle and he’s still there to this day.
:: Big Events (List) ::
Childhood Events
@2 Moons: Mastered his first spell
@6 Moons: Went on his first hunting trip, catching a bird
@10 Moons: Managed to take down his first deer with help of his sister, Ariana
“Teenage” Events
@14 Moons: Mastered 30 spells and performed 15 of them successfully
@17 Moons: His mother and sisters were found missing when Moku woke up
@18 Moons: Met Belle, whom he believed to be the love of his life
@19 Moons: Moku moved in with Belle and received first litter of pups were born to Belle
@20 Moons: Belle and the pups disappear, causing Moku to create the Dark Outs to fight the Hell Hounds
@21 Moons: Moku goes up against the Hell Hounds with his Dark Out army and loses, also dying and is rejected from Heaven, Hell, and Limbo
Adult Events
@31 Moons: Moku starts to discover he isn’t aging, causing him to realize that he is now immortal
@45 Moons: Moku opens up his “business” to read fortunes to other Drakines and Defenders
:: Likes ::
- Stormy Nights
Moku strongly likes nights when there are storms, as he loves watching the “magical” display of lightning in the sky of black clouds. He also loves the feeling of rain on his fur, the smell of mist in the air is one of the smells he enjoys.
- Belle and the pups
Now that Belle and Moku’s pups are gone, Moku still grieves as he misses the warmth at his side when he lies down to sleep at night. Even after killing one of his pups he’s filled with such regret, that he wishes he would have just burned in an eternal lake of fire instead of living a life without a family.
- His job
Moku hopes that by doing the job that he does that he will be helping out the unfortunate. By telling others he hopes that they will somehow be able to change to course of their lives if it has a horrid ending.
- Elk Meat
Well, that explains it all. Moku loves the taste of elk meat, as it was always had a bit more of a spice to it than deer, making it one of his favorites.
:: Dislikes ::
- Hell Hounds
As said above on his feelings about Hell Hounds and Dark outs, he despicably hates them and hopes that they suffer someday and get what they deserve.
- His mother
Moku hates his mother, as she abandoned him and he was living a life alone for the longest time. He doesn’t hate his sisters though, as it really was not their decision, they were being controlled by his mom.

xxxxx

Anything Else?

:: Interview ::
Q. Can you tell us which of your client’s futures were most interesting?
A. Well, I won’t share names as it’s against my rules to do say, but I have to say that I had a Drakine come in once with a very interesting future on the rise. One of my visions showed that he would become the alpha male of the current pack he lived in, but it wouldn’t last for long because of a deed his father would commit, causing all of his family to be forced to flee the Tribe. Soon after I told him this I heard back with rumors that he discovered his father’s plan and exposed it to the alpha, causing his family to stay in the Tribe. He was soon crowned alpha male afterwards as a reward to his bravery to turn in his own family.

Q. Have you heard anything from your mother or siblings ever since the day that they left?
A. No. Ever since my mom left with my sisters I haven’t heard a word, but I caught from a Defender that two young she-wolves had just joined their pack, an older she-wolf joined the opposing pack. I think that two of my sisters survived and made it to one pack, but the other died of some after-affect of the Black Magic, as it’s happened to other members of our family. My mother and sisters always got into fights so I suspect she went to the rival pack in an attempt to keep away. If they have ever visited me in the past (they must be dead by now), I’ll never know, as I had no idea how to contact them, let alone did I even know what they looked like.

Q. Have you ever killed or tortured a Hell Hound before in revenge for Belle?
A. I don’t really believe in torture anymore, as I feel terrible for the things I have done in the past, though I have killed at least five of them in defense. I would say that Black Magic comes in handy when it takes up to three Drakines to even kill a single Hell Hound, so with the help of that I can easily kill one.
:: Famous Quotes ::
“Without someone to love and call your own, you may not be able to move on in life. It seems impossible.”
- Moku while speaking to a client who had lost his mother
“I can’t believe I got rejected from Hell for being too evil. Is that even possible?”
- Moku when asked if he was really immortal and why
“Yeah, I think Yin kicked me out because he was afraid of competition. Guess I’m too evil for him.”
- Moku when asked if the rumors about Yin banishing from Hell were true
“[But] ya know, I’ve decided something. People can get as angry as they want, but they can’t do two things. One, they can’t eat you, and two, they can’t take your birthday away.”
- Moku while talking to a client who was talking about their bad life
:: Family Members ::
(Ex. True Name here (Identity Name her) [gender here] – Description summed up ; color of eyes ; any Drakine traits, such as spikes, horns, exc.)
Grandparents
Father’s Parents
Unknown (?) [m] - Unknown
Unknown (?) [m] - Unknown
Mother‘s Parents
Unknown (?) [m] - Unknown
Unknown (?) [m] - Unknown
Parents
Unknown (?) [m] – Unknown
Veomora Rose (Venus) [f] – Light blue and gray she-wolf with white tribal markings ; gray eyes ; spikes on back
Siblings
Christophelia Suisei (Chrissy) [f] – Black she-wolf with light blue tribal markings ; green eyes ; black spikes on back and on paws
Krishnaa Suisei (Karie) [f] – White she-wolf with black swirls under her eyes ; gray eyes ; No spikes
Tianna Suisei (Ariana) [f] – White she-wolf with dark blue markings on legs and tail ; green eyes ; black spikes on legs

Mate
Anna Belle Marie (Bella) [f] – White she-wolf with black/red paws and spots; green eyes ; dark red spikes on her legs
Pups
Lenobia Marie (Nea) [f] – Small white she-pup with black swirls on her face and eyes ; dark teal eyes ; dark red spikes on her back
Arianhood Marie (Aksel) [f] – Dark red she-pup with white paws ; green eyes ; dark red spikes on legs and nose horn
Asther Marie (Kari) [f] – Black she-pup with white and red spots around her face and legs ; golden eyes ; N/A
Kander Suisei (Kody) [m] – Black male pup with big red spots on his eyes and a white tail ; dark blue eyes ; small dark red demon wings
:: Encyclopedia ::
Themons - Keepers of the Imbetween (Limbo)
Drakines - Dragon/Wolf Hybrids (Example shows Seata, Beta of the DoM's)
Defenders - Big cat hybrids taken in by Drakines to defend their Tribe
Hell Hounds - Furless hounds created by Yin ; enemies of Drakines
Dark Outs - Animals controlled by demons created by Moku
DoM’s - Defenders of Maya
Yin - The “devil” so to speak, of the DoM’s religion ; Keeper of Darkness (even though he has a white pelt) ; creator of Hell Hounds
Yang - “God” of the DoM’s religion ; Keeper of Light (even though she has black pelt) ; creator of Drakines
:: Other ::
This form and the DoM's were created by me, Isa&Iki <3, and it they not be used or copied in any way by anyone else without permission from me. It was designed by me and me alone. Ideas were taken from other forms and the WoI's but neither of these are similar in any way.
I think this is the form I have ever spent longest on in my life. Four days of three hour brainstorming and typing takes a wear on ya. Well, I gave it my all and I hope you like it! Also, if my computer scanner starts to work again, I'll add art, but I don't think I'll get it in in time.

[Frost Feather]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P100
Name: Kometa (meaning comet)
Breed: Thoroughbred horse
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Kometa caught my eye very quickly, although his design is quiet simple. He just has beautiful blue eyes and is design is very appealing. His design would be good for a horse role play because he has natural, real colours and his colours match beautifully. I would love to adopt and care for Kometa because he would be a lovely addition to my characters. I already feel very tied up to him and his beautiful eyes. Brown coloured horses may be a common coour for horses but Kometa is just amazing! The big white blaze down his face is very appealing, it matches him very well.

If I ever adopted Kometa I would use him in wild horse role plays and make all sorts of little stories including him. I would make him a home on my character thread and use him in many other things. I would try and get a lot of art of him and many more things.

Personality: Kometa is a very brave stallion, he is rough and strong. He has a lean, muscular body and powerful, long legs. He can however soften on the ones he loves, he is caring and kind when he is in a good mood. He may be harsh sometimes, but he does it for the good of everyone. It is very rare of him to let others boss him around, but when he does allow someone to boss him around and they are too demanding he is very likely to start a fight unless its someone he loves. Kometa has a lot of common sense and will often correct others when they are wrong. He is willing and he would never back up from a challenge, unless he knew he was too weak at the time to fight. But he will never ever give up.
Likes:
The Sun
The sun gives light and warmth, the world wouldn't be able to live without the sun.
The Moon
The moon is special in its own way, if you look at it, sometimes it can give you hope.
Clouds
Clouds are air, we have to have air to live
Dislikes:
Bloodshed
Its very unpleasant to look at and its terrible if you lost someone.
Mud
It gets his hooves and possibly his coat dirty.
Careless Creatures
They just don't care for anyone

History/Background: Kometa's father was very harsh on him when he was a foal, he was often kicked by his father if he done one tiny thing wrong. His mother couldn't do anything about it because his father wouldn't listen anyway. When Kometa had grown older his father was kicking him to his death for not listening. But when Kometa had enough he stood up and fought back, he then killed his evil father and him and his mother where free of him. He stood staring at his father's limp body, blood dripping off his mane and shoulder. He went over and nuzzled his mother and they went away to live somewhere else, far from where Kometa's father died.

Kometa shook his mane, ''where far from where my father died now'' he snorted to his mother, pawing the ground. his mother agreed with a nod of her head. They walked over to a nearby tree and started nibbling a patch of grass in the shade of the tree. Kometa would never return to the haunted place where his father died, he had a happy life here, with his mother.
Art:
Other:

[Wesley]

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): Unknown
Name: Wilfineom & Harviele
Gender: Male & Female
Species: Wolves
Preferences:
- Keep together.
- Love and use.
- Keep genders.
- I prefer that you keep the names. ;D
By submitting this form, I, wesleydog, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
Ben'srevenge
Care for more art?

[the bad wolf]

I am looking to love eternally...
Picture:

Kennel number:
P53
Name:
Human
Astin 'Star' Grace

Test Number:
1

Servant:
Black Magic
Breed:
Human/dog hybrid.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Want
I recently learned of a hidden memory from many years ago, one that fueled my drive to want Magic. As when all children are young, we were never ourselves. A princess, an animal, a favorite charecter perhaps. My siblings and I were constantly in a castle, a fairytale one that was perfect in every way. My sister was the beautiful young princess and my brother was her faithful knight in friendship. But I, being a middle child and constantly bullied by my siblings, was the servant. I was to bring them everything. Their sword, crown, or juice. I was never to take part in fierce battles and horseriding.
I was forced to make my own game. As my dog was always the fierce dragon, I was the one to save him from constantly perishing under the mighty knights blade. He became the servant's vicious pet. I was the freakshow servant.
So what does this have to do with Black Magic?

Well, as time went on, my brother, the fierce knight, became to old for such games with stick horses and plastic swords. Seeing as my favorite older brother was too old for these games, I happily retired from my place as the servant. Unfortunately, this title followed me into the real world. And as the days ran together year after year, this favorite game of ours faded from our immediate memory.
But parts were there. Whenever I picture a castle, it always made of gray stone, many Towers, and a massive pasture.

Then I met Black Magic.

For some reason, she just reminded me of myself. Dark black fur, bright blue eyes. She even had one of my favorite childhood colors, white. Again, the urge to make a servant out of her. But again, it was hard to do so. I began to wonder if there was some sort of memory blocking the possibility of creating another servant. I asked my mom, and she was more then happy to explain my childhood game.

So you see, Black Magic, in a way, reminds me of a young me. A young servant forced to do everyone else's bidding. She has become... Sort of like a younger me. The attachment is strong then.

What
I'm a wannabe writer, and seeing Black Magic was like giving Redbull to a child. In fact, the portion of the story seen above was written in an hour. The rest is still being planned out, but I like how it's coming about.

She will be given her own story, along with a partner from this thread also. (Form is being made.) I hope to also use her to enhance my drawing skills, which have been trying to poke out of it's shell. She will also go onto my charecter thread, which is still in the works.

Personality:
I have no way to put Magic's personality into words. Not because I am too lazy to do so, but mostly because she has come to the point where we connect. You can tell when she reflects how I'm feeling, and when I'm struggling to give her her own charecter. I'm not sure why it she has become this way, but the word's are just... There.
Likes:
Animals
Astin has always like animals, especially horses. They have always been good to her when her father has not. Horses happen to be her favorite because they're large, but tame enough to ride and care for. Magic is the same, and has taking a liking to any animal she is to care for. People have gotten used to her quietly letting a lizard climb out a window instead of smashing it.

Rain
Though Astin hated getting wet, Black Magic loves it to no extent. Other servants and younger guards know there is no use in trying to pull her away from a window when it's pouring outside. If she's lucky enough, the servant will gleefully play in the horse's field, away from the watchful eye of the Head Servant.

The stars
Ever since the Prince took her up to the tower, Magic has been fascinated with stars. She views them as little candlelights in the sky, shining just for whoever is there to see them.
Dislikes:
Father
Father is rough and abusive, although her mother has told her that it is not uncommon for a child to be struck by a parent. Astin sees it as mean, like hitting a newborn. And though Black Magic has forced all memories of the wretched man away, she sometimes wonders what Mother had seen in him.
Magic's look on being a hybrid and sort of a zombie.
Magic feels that being alive again is a good thing, seeing that means an internal dirt nap. But it also symbolizes she won't be the same ever again. She won't be able to run her fingers through her hair without feeling fur. There will never again be comfort when sitting.

Magic also knows it may have been easier to have died then to live as a servant. But there's always Kujaku and the Prince to comfort her.
History/Background:
"Iss a gurl."

The gruff voice, which belonged to the equally pig-like woman, growled to a tired looking mother. The small woman's eyes were slitted tiredly as the newborn was slid into her arms. The baby didn't cry, but it's weirdly colored body looked as if it were. "Vat chu name vit?"

The new mother looked awkwardly at her child. "Erm, why does she look like a purple pile of wrinkles? Aren't newborn's supposed to be beautiful?" This was responded with an annoyed eyeroll.

"You muss be a dumb swvine." The midwife replied, watching as the child shifted in her mother's arms. "All chilven arr oogly as a babe." The overweight woman then began to pack up her bits and ends of supplies and putting it into a large bag. Although none were needed, seeing as it had been a smooth birth, especially for a firstborn child. "Iv you ned ti wait until it be 'purdy', den do so."

The mother nodded in agreement before softly running the back of her forefinger down the child's cheek.

The midwife immediately interrupted the moment. "Now, gif me da babe. She neds ti be baftized." The mother stared at her child's deep blue eyes a moment more before handing her over reluctantly. Three words then showed the extreme maternal bond that had already strengthened the love between the two.

"Careful with her."


Luckily for the young woman, her baby smoothed out in a few short days. What had once been a angry red was now a pale cream-like color. What was once wrinkles was now soft as a petal.

The child slept in her mother's arms, quiet as a mouse as she was looked after. The woman smiled as she yawned before snuggling closer. "Yes, your your mother's child, aren't you?" It was light, a soft whisper, enough not to wake even the lightest sleepers. "You know, you still need a name. What about Isabella? Or Elizabeth?" That was immediately corrected. "No no, to common for you, sweet child."

Then an idea hit her. Carefully, gently, the adult took the tip of her pointer finger, and gently made a star over the child's face and chest, as if to connect the major points of one's body. "Yes, that's it! Astin. Starlike." The mother then looked across the countryside at the land her husband owned. "You're name is Astin. As if the Angel's themselves came to give it to me. Sweet child, it is a name to smile at!"
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"What a devilish child! What is she doing out there?" A flash of dark hair was hiding in the field with all the livestock, squealing loudly. The farmer followed the noises, confused and angered. A girl should not act in such a manner!

Climbing over the fence, he saw the drag marks in the dirt under the fence. Why did Astin act like a boy so much? Shaking his head, the father followed the giggles until he came upon his daughter caressing and kissing the new filly's muzzle.

"Astin!" The small child jumped, spooking the young horse into nervously footing backwards. "What in God's name are you doing in the fields? You're mother needs you to go clean the house as you were told!"

The girl's face immediately puffed up in anger. Defiance. ""Father. We have money from Grandfather's passing. We can hire someone for that." She immediately jumped back as the man tried to hit her. "And see, your still uncoordinated after all these years."

Her father's face scrunched in anger. "You. Don't. Speak. To. Me. Like. That!" He then whirled around and stormed off, leaving his child to turned back to the frightened filly. Turning back, she started whispering comforting words to the animal.

"It's all right sweetie. It's alright. He's gone now..."
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Astin hated the evening. She was supposed to cook for her now large family of seven siblings, Mother, and Father. Why they needed so many children, she didn't know. Especially since they were higher class after inheriting even more money from her other Grandfather. But being outside made up for all of it.

The young fifteen year old stole across the farmland and to a young mare who nickered happily when she approached. The girl immediately caressing the brown mare's white star. "Shh, quiet my love." Then Astin did something forbidden to any young girl. She carefully hoisted herself onto the mare's sturdy back. "Let's go."

The girl then kicked at the horse's sides, causing the mare to bolt off. They traveled down the well worn dirt paths, the wind flowing through their hair. "God, this feels amazing!"

That's when things went bad.

The mare suddenly tripped, falling head over hooves. Astin didn't even have time to scream as she was crushed under the weight.
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"Where is that good for nothing girl?" The man glared at his oldest son, who squirmed under it. "Come on, you know! I know you do, boy!"

The young teen shook his head, cowering under the look. "N-No Father. Astin was here not to long ago." He then felt the sting of a slap across his face, then the pull of being dragged to the fields. "She took a mare, that swine!"

The farmer then mounted a black steed, watching as his son did the same. "Get going' now! We need her to cook." The boy nodded before setting off, Father close on his heels.
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It took awhile, but they came upon the fallen horse. The boy was off in a flash, hand over the horse's muzzle. "She's alive, but barely." He then looked around for his sister, not able to find her. Had Astin gained sense and take off?

His father let out a growl. "The clumsy girl broke the mare's leg! God, she will be punish-" This was interrupted by a cry. "Boy, you really are turning into your sister!" He then saw what his boy saw.

After pushing the horse a bit, Astin was revealed. Crushed under the weight of the animal. Her brother immediately put his hand on his sister's chest, though the results were already known. "Father... She's gone."
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The funeral was small, and quickly rushed. A priest, Astin's family, and an old family friend. The suddenly small, wooden coffin was lowered on the farm, at her Mother's request. After a blessing, her Father quickly drug the sniffling children off, the young mother stared wistfully at the small hole through the warm water flooding her eyes.

The older man, that had watched silently as the tears were shed, slowly walked over to the sobbing woman, careful not to scare her by letting hit feet hit hard against the dirt. He then was about to put a hand up to put on her shoulder when reluctance occurred. If Adam saw them, he would most definitely be angry. But the man laid it on the broken woman's fragile shoulder, not expecting for her to lean in slightly before turning towards him.

The man then cleared his throat. "I told you my offer when your Star was first born. It still stands today." His curious brown eyes, darkened with sympathy, searched his old friend's green ones. Evelynn nodded in response before taking a slow, deep breath.

"I know." She looked over her shoulder at her eldest daughter's casket. Adam had more important things to do then bury his baby girl. "I'm not sure... Is it as safe as you say it is?"

The man nodded , smiling lazily. "Of course." This made the girl giggle, like all those years before. "Nothing but the best, Eve."

"Ok. Then quickly, before anyone sees."

The middle aged pair then smiled at each other before taking opposite sides of the shallow, open grave before lifting the box out. "Don't worry, little Star. You won't be like this for long."
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Everything hurt. Oh so badly. Like bones were melting and muscles were being ripped to shreds.

"Why hello! You're awake."

The girl's ears perked. Wait, perked? Painfully, she pushed against the cool rock floor into a sitting position. Although everything felt like they were being stabbed with swords, her head and tailbone were the core of it all. Looking up, she saw metal bars, like ones in a prison. Three walls, made of different stones, surrounded the back and sides of the cell. And between the gray bars was the face of a smiling man. He was on the tall side, with a small gray beard. Dusty hair and a gruff face, it slightly scared the lass.

"You're operation was a success, little star. You're heart now beats as strong as it once did. Although there was one flaw. You needed a bit of guidance."

Though it was hard, a squeak escaped the prisoner's throat. "What do you mean?" This was rewarded with a smile.

"Feel your head, one."

The girl, now called One, carefully passed the raven black hair that fell around her midback and slowly touched the top of her head. But it was blocked by something soft. And... Not right. In an attempt to see, One crossed two deep blue eyes, only managing to see skin.

"Now look at your lower back."

Following the suggestion, One tenderly twisted her spine, with an unstable support of shaky hands, before jumping about a foot high.

What was once just a normal waist now held a fluffy black tail.

"Your right thigh."

Pulling the fabric enough to reveal three unfilled, milk white stripes that were there, but not enough to show anything, the young teen was now frightened. Looking at the man expectantly, she was given a shard of glass, dull and about the size of her palm. Somehow, One could already feel fear creep around her mind. ] Lifting it up, it took everything not to drop the mirror image. Because it held a girl with two fuzzy ears, and white tear stain-like marks.

"Yes, quite a success. Though your creators don't want you back, I will be glad to show you off to the King himself!" The grin behind those words were wide, happy. Almost... Childlike.

One swallowed loudly before she was handed a goblet of water. Drinking it, the lass looked unhappily at the man. "What do I do till then?"

He looked up for a moment, jaw tightening in thought. Then he let a small noise before going to whatever was next to her. Then brought back a swaddled thing. Opening the cell door, the wizard put down the mysterious bundle. "Here. Tame it, and I will be most pleased."

One watched as he left. No, there was not a good vibe from him. Her tail even shivered at his presence.

Well, no matter! There was... Something to care for. Getting on her hands and knees, one crawled over to the old bag material before peeling it away. And squeaking again.

There laid a small, scaly body. "A dragon?"

Yes, that was it. A beautiful blue, with a creamy chest, stomach, and tail fluff. A green 'mane' ran down his head and neck, along with cheek puffs. Lying on it's back, it seemed so vunerable with pretty goldish eyes, besides the wicked looking horns. It's black eyemask and muzzle made it seem as if it had burnt himself. Carefully, One gently picked the creature up. It made no excuse, and seemed to even let out a rumbling sound close to a purr. Being held at arm's length, in case of fire, it seemed so little.

Then it spread it's wings.

In themselves, they were beautiful. Like a bright painting if you were to put it in the sun, it would blind any commoner. It let out a yawn before continuing to stare, but now it's eye's drooped tiredly. This, in a weird twist, made the other experiment smile before carefully curling around the dragon. "Well, you can sleep next to me."
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One was woken up by a booming voice that echoed in the basement. "What a success! What a show!"

She winced hard, before sliding an arm out from under her new pet. Though sleeping on the floor was normal, at least probably, the rocky surface was very uncomfortable. Sitting up revealed the man, and another, more sophisticated looking man. "She looks absolutely perfect! A true wizard's craft!"

The man grinned before opening the metal bars. Crouching down, he clicked as if calling a dog. "Come here, One."

Obeying, she stiffly stood and walked over to the men. But before going all the way across, she looked back to make sure the dragon still slept soundly. Reassured by a soft snore, she finished the distance. The man smiled and roughly grabbed her shoulder and pushed her towards the fatter person. "What do you think, my King?"

The man, no, the King, lifted the girl's face up with his finger. "I think, she needs to be kept a secret from the other kingdoms." He then roughly dropped her head before whirling around. "Wizard! You shall come to my castle and create more. But please, more vicious. She's quite tame."

The wizard nodded before motioning to the dragon. "What about him?"

"Or her."

The King gasped. "She speaks! Well, she's a keeper!" He then went into the cell to the scaly beast before picking it up. He then made a face. "It's quite... Small."

The man then cleared his throat, as if to hide a laugh. "He's a babe, my lord." This was answered with a booming, "Yes, yes I knew that!"

The King gently looked over the dragon, gently tilting him from side to side. Then he made the mistake of pulling on those beautiful wings in an attempt to open them. The babe responded with a low growl before darting forward and biting down on the man's arm. He was then dropped before scampering to One, who was trying not to giggle aloud.

How could a country depend on such a dopey man?, One wondered before scooping up her pet. This was responded witha glare. "Well, it will make excellent sport when he's an adult." The hybrid was tempted to snap that the dragon had feelings, but instead said.

"Why do you two just assume it's a boy?"

The wizard started laughing as if she were a jester. "Because, my dear lass, have you ever heard of a female dragon?"

With that, the King made a sweeping motion with his arms. "Well, off to the castle! But, the beast follows behind the gaurd's mounts."
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The castle was breathtaking.

It was tall, as the typical one would be. Made out of gray stone and consisting of many different towers, you could get lost forever in just one. One could barely keep her jaws together as they rode towards the pastures.

Shifting her weight as the horse slowed from a gallop to a slow trot to keep from falling, the mutant got a slight glimpse at the dragon. He didn't look a bit fazed, perhaps even excited from the run. A light smile played on her pale face before looking back.

Only a few moments later, the rider in front of her stopped the horse completely before hopping off. "We're here, my lady." One just nodded before allowing him to help her off. The jump almost made her knees buckle, but she managed to stay up before turning back to the horse.

Walking to the front of it, the hybrid lightly cooed to the animal before kissing it's fuzzy muzzle before going back to the guard. He then made sweeping motion towards the castle door.

Seeing that the King, the Wizard, and the other guard were already inside, she followed silently, taking in the sights. The castle was breathtaking.

It was tall, as the typical one would be. Made out of gray stone and consisting of many different towers, you could get lost forever in just one. One could barely keep her jaws together as they rode towards the pastures.

Shifting her weight as the horse slowed from a gallop to a slow trot to keep from falling, the mutant got a slight glimpse at the dragon. He didn't look a bit fazed, perhaps even excited from the run. A light smile played on her pale face before looking back.

Only a few moments later, the rider in front of her stopped the horse completely before hopping off. "We're here, my lady." One just nodded before allowing him to help her off. The jump almost made her knees buckle, but she managed to stay up before turning back to the horse.

Walking to the front of it, the hybrid lightly cooed to the animal before kissing it's fuzzy muzzle before going back to the guard. He then made sweeping motion towards the castle door. She followed the gesture, pausing only to watch as the dragon was taken to the pasture with the horses. Why did anybody think that was a good idea?

Seeing that the King, the Wizard, and the other guard were already inside, she followed silently, taking in the sights. Down the winding corridors they went, the setting sun's ray's softly lighting the way. It became apparent that the women, many of them, all of which stared at One with a warm curiousity, all doing things like cleaning and carrying letters. Absorbing it all, the girl didn't notice the boy running straight at her.

At the collision, the hybrid was knocked down to land hard on her new tail. This, along with the aching burn on her forehead from hitting the other person's head, made it hard to keep concious. Nevertheless, One was pulled into standing by the King as he boomed, "My dear by, be more wary of your surroundings! You could've permanently damaged this fine specimin." Immediately, the raven haired girl looked up at her majesty with a glare. Specimin?

The boy muttered an apology before scrambling after a crown that had apparently fallen off his head. One gathered from this that this light haired boy with warm brown eyes must be the Prince. He was tall, taller then her but not by much. He was lightly built, probably a sparrow in strength. His skin had obviously been warmed by the sun, since his father was a milky white. As he righted the gold crown, he reached out to One. "Hello, my lady. It's nice to meet you..."

"Black Magic." Where that came from, she'd never know. Maybe it was the fact that was the only way she could be alive again. Or it just sounded nice. Either way, One was not a proper name. With a grin, the newly named girl shook the boy's hand. "I'm assuming you are the Prince?"

He nodded, returning the smile, but in a lazy manner. "Yes. Did you know you have wolf ears?"
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It was not two weeks later the girl was left by the King and his scholars to rest. In other words, work like a dog. She was assigned to the pastures to care for the horses and the dragon, which had been named "Kujaku" by a guard. It fit the handsome dragon, which was increasing quickly in size. Black Magic at this point of the day, evening to be exact, was gently grooming a caramel colored horse. Kujaku watched nearby, yellow eye's attentive.

It was the dragon who first heard the sound of footsteps. This was unusual seeing it was too late for a sane person to go riding, and only Magic cared fr the horses so far out. It was only when the person was right behind her that the servant actually used her sensitive ears to pick up the movement.

Whirling around revealed the Prince, who smiled brightly at the fear and anger on the girl's face. "Mag, what would possibly attack you out here? You have a dragon not seven paces from you!" The silky materials on his clothes quivered at their owner's chuckle.

The hybrid let out an animal growl, most likely from being combined with a dog. This made the horse shy back a few steps. "Please don't scare me, sire. I don't like the feeling that someone is right behind me, watching my every move."

The boy tilted his head as his smile turned playful. "Oh come on! You need something fun to relax your nerves." Thinking for a moment, the Prince looked at the horse that now was grazing lightly. The servant followed the gaze and immediately shook her head, dark ear's back in annoyance. But the boy could pick up a slight fear there.
"No."
"Come on."
"No."
"Please? It'll be fun."
"I said no."
"What, are you scared?"
Magic looked at him, breathing uneven. Why riding seemed scary was unknown. So she just said, "I-I fell off once."

This did not faze the Prince as she hoped it would. "Well, what do yu do when you fall off? Get back on!" He then proceeded to walk over to the steed, put two hands on the horse's broad shoulders, and climbed up easily onto the smaller creature's back. "Now, why don't you call a horse over and we'll take off."

Magic sighed, but gave in with a whistle. A few horses came to the noise, along with Kujaku, and she climbed onto a black horse with a moment's hesitation. But the Prince wouldn't let her die. Again. Probably. Looking over revealed the Prince had already sent the horse into a trot, making Magic set her mount into a gallop to catch up.

Coming to the Prince's side, there was the urge to slow down and keep pace. But instead, the girl stuck her tongue out, let all her fears fade away, and urged the horse into a canter. The girl didn't even pay attention on keeping ahead, instead feeling the wind whip her hair about, chill her ears, and make her feel alive again... Again.

But a sudden noise broke that. Looking over revealed that the Prince was at her side, pushing ahead with a confident look. Black Magic blinked lightly as he lookked over with a wink before he left her in the dust. With this she smiled devilishly before whispering, "Come on boy. Let's get'em!"
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Quite a bit of time had passed since the day the Prince and servant raced across the green grass, leaving care into the wind. It was a big day for the castle, seeing that a neighboring kingdom's royalty was visiting. The King had already told her to come to the throne room through another servant.

As she arrived, the King let out a booming sound. "Black Magic, my dear! Come in, come in." Trotting in, the hybrid stopped only a few paces from the plump man. "You heard the King and his successor are gracing themselves with their prescence?"

Nodding, Magic continued to curtsy before replying, "Yes."

"And you know that the Wizard has not been successful since you and the beast."
"Yes."
"And that you are to be kept secret?"
"Yes."

The King clapped lightly. "Wonderful!" He then proceeded to stand up and close the distance between them. "You need to have your ears and tail hidden during your stay." Almost absentmindedly, he reached up and pushed down her animal ears. "The tail is easy as long as you are careful. But I had something made for your other mutation."

With a waving motion, a man, obviously a blacksmith, walked in with a metal piece that seemed to be the size of her head and the shape of it and... Oh my. The man proceeded to put the piece on her head, which immediately dropped considerably from the weight. As she struggled to keep upright, the King finished. "I know it's hard to keep up, but you need it for safety."

Magic then toddeled out, head lowered in pain. And the struggle for the next few days was for nothing, since the royalty never saw her and she never saw them. But the Prince said they were both nice. Well, it was just four guys, so Magic just guessed it was for the best.
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"My sire?"

The King, sleepily resting his head on his hand, looked as the Head Servant scurried in, wringing his hands nervously. The mouse-like man looked up with beady eyes as the older man blinked in wait. "I have came in concern of your prodigy's activities." The man, small in size, was dwarfed by the large Throne Room, dulled by it's bright silks.

The King now sat up, cold brown eye's narrowed in anewed attention. "What do you mean? He has been to his studies and has been learning more from me every day." This made the lower class person squirm like a bug.

With a squeak, the man continued. "I-I refer to t-t-the hybrid."
"Why do you speak of her? You yourself say she's a good worker."
"Well, th-the Pr-Prince is spending an-an-an increasing amount of t-t-time with her."
The ruler raised a silvery eyebrow. "Like when?"
"Well, he's rode with her, played with the dragon, showed her many of the castle's pathways, and, if I'm not mistaken, I believe the halfbred disappeared from the field but a moment ago."
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The young boy lightly strolled down the dimly lit hallway, the young hybrid at his side. Their paces matched almost perfectly after walking for so long by each other. Black Magic kept qiet, only glancing at the teenager every once in awhile in curiousity. He had interrupted her in the middle of grazing the horses and feeding Kujaku, saying that it was important. At this, she followed him up a tower in which the dragon had followed them.

At the thought, Magic looked at Kujaku longingly, wishing to carry him. But he was insistant on walking everywhere. Apparently, dragons needed more excercise then any normal creature. It was good to learn this, seeing as the brightly scaled creature was the only one of his kind.

That's when a wall decided to jump in her way.

The Prince snickered at the girl, who was rubbing her nose in an attempt to take the sting away. Even the dragon let his jaw hang open, as if to laugh. "You both know that it isn't funny."

"But it is."

Rolling her eye's, the girl looked at him expectantly. "Now, what was oh so important?"

This triggered a mischevious smile as he said, "Close your eyes." Obeying, she was led blindly out into the open. Using her heightened senses, Magic could tell the were up high and out in the open. She felt a finger take her chin and incline it upwards and for some reason, she left it there. It was a few moments before the Prince whispered, "Now open them."

And never has opening her eye's been so beautiful. High in the air, on top of the highest tower, they were closer to the sky then Black Magic had ever been. There was not a cloud in sight, and this made for a rare sight. A billion stars scattered across the blackness, twinkling like flames in the dark. The moon, shaped like a sycle's blade, illuminated her face to look as if she were glowing. A million words could never describe the way it looked, but two words could make it easier. "It's... Beautiful."

The boy nodded in response, brown eye's sparkling in a happiness the girl had never seen before. At this, an animal habit of wagging her tail occured. "Yes, it is." He then looked up to a particularly bright star, as if lost in deep thought. "But it is not the only thing that shines brightly in the dullness of the world."

The servant looked down at the ground, where she could only stand with special permission, which why she was here now. It took a moment, but then it hit her.

"You mean the sun, right?"

The prince looked at her, curiousity dancing in his look. He then shook his head. "Umm, yes, but I did not mean that." Sighing, he took her hand and surprisingly twirling her as if dancing. Then, even more strangely, he started towards the door without even a smile. "It's about time we leave, is it not?"

Black Magic looked at him quizzically before nodding in agreement. She could only wonder why he changed s quickly as he escorted her to her chambers. But he stopped her before she could go in. The Prince blocked her way, leaning over her slightly, "Magic, do you believe in love at first sight?"

The girl pondered the strange question for a moment before answering lightly, "No, because love takes time. Why do you ask?"

The royal child smiled gently before stepping out of her way. "No reason." And with that, the boy was gone.
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"Come on Kujaku!" The hybrid called as the dragon galloped around the horses, nipping at their hooves lightly. How he resisted not to nibble on them, she didn't understand. But he was doing lovely, keeping the horses together for the knights to fetch. Apparently, they were training on horse back, and she'd been asked to bring them all together.

There were a million different colors, caramel, black, white, gray, and any natural color in between. Their manes were loose, long from a lack of cutting. That wouldn't change, although they would be trimmed in case of battle. Lost in these thoughts, she didn't even think when a droplet of water fell.

Actually, watching the beast run in circles, Magic didn't notice it was raining till it was pouring. At this point, her dress was soaked through. Her raven black hair and ears had slivers of water hanging of the edges, and her tail was dyed deeper and was smaller from the fur dampening.

Magic shook her body to shake the larger drop's off, only for them to be replaced. Sighing, she watched as Kujaku ran over to her, looking up with sad yellow eyes. "Sorry, Kuj, I can't do anything." At this, the scaled animal leaned up and nipped her fingers lightly before running back to the horses. But even then he watched as the hybrid started walking around lightly.

She couldn't leave the animals alone, since the knights would be there soon. But being out too long would result in a cold. Then again, she was part animal now. She'd probably be just fine. Sighing, the girl looked up, letting the coldness run down her warm face.

It felt good. Really good. This stemmed into Magic letting her jaws slack open, letting te rain fall into her burning mouth. Then an idea hit her. Magic lightly twirled herself, as the Prince had on the tower. She then did it over and over again, giggling all the while. Kujaku even joined in, hopping onto his back paw and snapping his jaws together happily.

And in the rain they played, without a care in the world, until the knights came long after the storm had passed.
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Magic hated cleaning. It made her feel inferior. On all fours, scrubbing down the decorated stone till it gleamed like a lake in the sunset. Anyways, she was in the dining hall, horsehair brush scraping againstthe ground. It was kinda gross from the great feast from last night, but the Head Servant had assigned her there for one reason or another.

"Well, now you're walking like a dog. Tsk tsk." Looking up revealed the Prince, an easy smile playing on his lips as he lightly tapped her tail with his foot. She just grinned in response. "A lady going to a Ball should never act like that."

This made the young girl jump and land flat on her stomach. Not even bothering to look up, Magic answered, "What are you talking about?" The boy laughed before tenderly pulling her left arm into a sitting position. Her blue eye's were full of curiousity as he replied.

"Well, I need a pretty girl on my arm tonight, and you were the first on my mind." This was ended with a slight blush as he ducked his head. "The tailors are already making a dress, a-and I have a crown for you." Black Magic raised an eyebrow before saying, "How do you know what size I wear?"

The hybrid then stood up, hands on hips. "Don't tell me you've been snooping through my clothes." The Prince then continued to stutter out something vague and his face deepened quite a few shades. Then she lightly bumped his arm. "I'm kidding."

This immediately perked him up. The boy then clapped lightly before grabbing her forearm and pulled her away, work still not done. "Then come on! Your dress needs to be fitted just right!"
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The dress was beautiful. It was pure white, the color of untouched snow. It fell gracefully round her feet, but it flowed enough to cover up her tail. As she stood still while the tailor's continued to sew, she saw the Prince was staring at her with interest in those brown eyes. Instead of saying anything and disturbing the workers, she instead just smiled.

It was awkward, because the workers constantly stared at her mutations. Again, she just stayed quiet until the were done. At the end, the soft silk dress was still mostly white, but now held delicate red designs. Smiling at the flowing material, Magic lightly twirled at the sewer's command. "Marvelous, me love!" One said before helping the other start to pack up. She lightly stepped over to the Prince, a radiant smile on her face.

With a nervous giggle, the girl twirled in a small circle before saying, "How do I look?"

The Prince cleared his throat before replying, "Perfect." He then lightly brushed down her hair, running a tender finger over a equally delicate ear. "Now, let's get these out of the way."

Magic sighed before turning towards the door, savoring the softness against her legs. It was so smooth... At this thought, she was stopped by the Prince. "Now where do you think you're going?" She looked back with a curious look. "That little metal thing will break your neck. I said I have a tiara for you." With this, he led her across the small room filled with mirrors. As they passed them, she looked in everyone, savoring the way she looked.

Beautiful.

By the time they reached the other side, she felt confident. Extremely confident. The Prince then put something on her head that pushed her ear's down uncomfortably. Magic almost leaned over to look when he shook his head. "No, one more thing." He dipped his thumbs into a skin colored liquid before gently them over the marks on her face. "There. Now look at yourself."

Magic hesitated. What if she looked ugly? What if she looked... Different?

A look revealed that she looked amazing. Except for one thing. The tiara, silver and embedded with multiple jewels, was pretty. But the white tear marks were gone. A symbol she'd always enjoyed. But... It was necessary. Besides, she looked like her old self.

"Thanks. I look marvelous." At this, the Prince walked over to her and put his arms around her neck. He interlocked his finger's slightly before whispering, "No, you look like a Princess."

Magic turn around, letting some weight rest on his arms before looking up at him. She smiled tenderly before murmuring, "Of course you'd say that. You had the dress and tiara made." He chuckled at this before laying his forehead to hers. "And besides, you just know I'll kick your butt if your mean." The Prince grinned.

"What would you do if I kissed you?"
"Scream and say you were robbing me."
"Now why would you do that?"
"Because I feel like it."

Little did they know this tender moment was seen by a Head Servant, who immediately told anyone he knew the Prince was courting a mysterious girl. And when this reached the King, he became immediately outraged.

"That Incompetent little git!" He roared at the poor little servant before him. She just nodded before backing up quite a few paces on the red rug. "I can't believe he broke the oath!" Sighing and cooling down, the man sat back in his golden chair decorated in intricate swirls and designs. Rubbing his hand across his face, he muttered, "Find someone to watch them carefully. I'll deal with him later."
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Magic paused at the entrance of the Ball. It was... Fancy. The Great Hall, which she'd never been allowed into, was extremely large with beautiful designs in the walls. There were so many things Magic couldn't even describe.

The Prince paraded her around, introducing her to many different people, none of which she knew. Even over the year she'd been there, no one ever talked to a lowly servant. But now she looked like some foreign princess, so many people crowded to talk to her. Even a princess, named Isabella, spoke to her. Although she was quite hateful. And constantly leaned into the Prince. No matter.

The Prince peeled away from them all and drug her after him. A man was on the piano, playing a soft and slow tune. As they walked across the dance floor, he suddeny twirled Magic in a circle and drew her close. She had to do everything not to squeal in delight.

For awhile, they just swayed to the tune, keeping quiet. Sometime after, Magic looked up with a confused look. "Is this all that happens at Balls?" It was a whisper, not to draw any attention. He nodded, looking over her shoulder gently. "Well, it's quite boring then."

The Prince's shoulder's quivered lightly in a laugh. "I know, but it is good to bring natuon's together. We also can meet what might be our future enemy." With that, the music ended and they separated and bowed/curtsied to each other. Magic took a step forward for another dance, but he seemed... Distracted. "I'm sorry, I have some business to attend to." The hybrid nodded before trotting to the edge of the room to watch him leave.

But immediately the Prince was lost in the crowd. Sighing, Magic just leaned against the wall, a sudden headache making her head throb. She just stood there for a moment, trying to cool down, when a familiar voice rang out. "Hello, miss."

She stood up straight before looking dead in the eye with her little brother. "Adam?"

"Astin?"

Everything came running back. Her whole life. She was never One or Black Magic. She was Astin, a young farm girl. But what was her little sibling doing at a high class party? "How'd you get here? Aren't we poor?"

He raised an eyebrow before answering, "I would ask you the same. But our other Grandfather passed, and we were rich. Now I'm a lord." He stepped back and turned slowly before hugging Magic around her neck. "Your alive."

Black Magic smiled, laying her head on his shoulder. For one reason or another, it was hard not to cry. "I know." She whispered into his ear. He seemed to be crying slightly by the way his back heaved. "It's ok. I'm here now."
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After a long talk with Adam, and a dance with him and another lord, Magic wandered the halls she had come to know. The field close by. The kind guards. The voices always... Wait, voices? She stopped dead, furry ear's struggling under the tiara to hear more. It was near impossible. Checking no one was coming, she whipped off the jeweled crown before the mutation could breathe. Swiveling her ears around, a ringing left from being held down. She picked up a male and a female, which was that Isabelle. Not being able to pick out the other, she walked down the hall to the room they were coming from.

And almost threw up.

The Prince had pinned the princess to the wall, and was looking at her lovingly. "You have nothing to worry about. She is nothing more than a tool, one to anger my father. Maybe he'll get so mad he dies." She giggled at this and kissed him lightly.

Magic grabbed the wall for support as she leaned farther into the doorway. A sick feeling rested in her stomach as he leaned into the kiss. What was going on? Maybe... Maybe she'd seducted him an-and he wasn't right in the head. But she knew not to make excuses for him. He'd made his choice.

It broke Magic's heart as she listened to the twisted conversation spiral into a sick labyrinth of lies. "Isabella, we are so close to the crowns. A pace away." He looked into her eye's as he continued. "All that stands in our way from being the strongest nation in the land is our fathers."

The hybrid covered her mouth in shock. Why would the Prince want to kill his father. Power.

"It's brilliant, my love." Isabella murmured, nuzzling the nape of his neck. "Slip poison into our fathers' drinks. Blame that freakshow of a servant. She is killed, and we become King and Queen."

Black Magic felt like jumping in there and killing them herself.
He lied to you.
He used you.
He was going to kill you.
Stop him, Magic.

The girl pulled herself out of the doorway and started jogging towards the kitchen. She had to stop them.
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The Prince was found dead the next morning by a drunk lady looking for the loo. There were no immediate leads to the stabbing, so they had to choose his choosen bride, Isabella. She was beheaded with the highest account of murder possible. The King was devestated, but instead left his fortune to a niece.

But the young servant, Black Magic was never seen again, along with the Wizard. It was a guess he went insane from lack of success. Blood was found in the field, so it was assumed he killed her, the dragon, took the bodies and buried them. Little did they know how wrong they were...''
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Black Magic sat in the room of mirrors she was fitted in, staring at herself. The tiara was beautiful, but it felt dirty to wear. Designed by a sick minded jerk. Her ear's fought under it as the sound of footsteps echoed through the stone walls. "Magic?"

The Prince's image reflected as he turned a corner and revealed himself. He grinned seeing her sitting on a wooden chair, white dress pooling on the floor. "There you are! Came to stare at your beautiful reflection?"

"I saw you. With Isabella." It was soft, filled with hurt. Looking up with sad blue eyes, she was met with a concerned look. "What were you doing?"

He cleared his throat nervously, grabbing her open left hand and pulled her into standing. "Magic, she's a good friend." He laid his head on her shoulder lightly, which tensed immediately. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

The hybrid sighed, leaning in lightly. It hurt to know he was lying. "I believe you." He then held her out so he could see her face. This scared her slightly, and her hand clenched, cold.

"Well then, my love! My father wanted a drink, but the cook left after pouring it." His brown eyes were soft, trusting. "do you mind taking it to him?"

Black Magic smiled, nodding lightly. "Sure. I'd love to."

He clapped lightly before leaning in. "Thank you." His face and voice suddenly went softer as he said, "Magic... I love you." Without warning, he leaned and kissed her, making Magic raise her eyebrows in surprise. But she leaned in and even put her arms around his neck.

Then with a quick percision, she inserted the gleaming knife into him before just as quickly drawing it. The Prince couldn't even scream as he fell to the ground, barely alive.

She smiled down at him before crouching down. "You know, I didn't mind you were going to kill your father. I was mad that you used me." Magic lightly ran a finger down his cheek, his quick and shallow breath signaling the end. "I loved you, you know. But now," She laughed lightly before straightening up and leaving him to his death.

Using the speed she got from her wolf, Magic quickly reached the pasture, where Kujaku slept, body still as ice. She quickly shook him awake, answered with a growl. "Kuj. Come on, we gotta go."

The dragon, now a full adult yawned before sitting up. "I know you've never flown before, but we gotta." The hybrid murmured before taking the bloody knife, which the beast eyed curiously, and she made an upward slice on her palm, the shape of a banana, letting the blood drip all over the grass. Then she quickly climbed onto his back.

Kujaku let out a growl before being calmed by a tender touch. "Come on boy, just run as fast as you can." He complied, quickly catching speed across the field. As they reached a hill, Magic held on tight to the dragon's neck. He hit the top before jumping and spreading those beautiful wings of his.

And they soared, away from the castle where she was now a fugitive.

And this is how they would live, running from what they caused, never to be caught.



Family Tree (Only of importantance)
Adam Grace---------Evelynn Smallton
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Astin Grace (Black Magic) Adam Grace Jr. Six children; Names unknown
Relationships
Kujaku
Between the dragon and her, Magic has a love/hate relationship with her.(Who she believes is a him.) While Kujaku is very helpful for thinks such as herding the horses up, Kujaku has habit of biting her hands and fingers, leaving them constantly bruised. But Magic will never forget that day they met in the cage, two prisoners in a cell.

The Prince
The Prince seems curious of Magic's mutations, and will sometimes pull her from work to talk to her. They have become aqaintences over the year she's been in service. In fact, the Prince knows her by name, which is rare because he's to lazy to remember anybody else's name but his own.

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I am looking to adopt...
Picture:

Kennel number:
F1
Name:
Kujaku
Breed:
Dragon
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Want
I absolutely love everything about Kujaku. The colors, blue, white, black, green, and yellow blend perfectly together. They also compliment the style she is drawn in, which makes it even better. What caught my eye is the kalidescope-like way her wings are. The remind me of an abstract colored window, something I have always found intriguing and quite awesome, for a lack of a better word. Although these are probably meant to be scales, they seem like they are almost like downy.
As with Magic, Kujaku caught my eye when I first scrolled through the Freaks list. At that point in time, I had no idea of my past game, but Kujaku just seemed like the perfect dragon. But alas, I had nothing to write for her. Sifting through my mind for a story just fell short of her.
And when I was told of our game, it made sense why she seemed likethe ideal dragon. My dog was always a colorful dragon, just from my little imagination. He had every color in the rainbow, every scale shined like gold. Of course, he was nothing more then a confused Rottweiler, but they just fit his colorful personality.
Onto Kujaku. Although my dragon was a boy and she is a girl, it is as if they were twins. While my dragon was rainbow, this one just has that beautful mix.

Also, Kujaku has that ferocity in her face that a Rottweiler has, but also has that soft side to the one's they love. Dogs are also known as a protector, as this dragon is one. And while my dragon was originally slayed, both are always saved in the end.

What
Kujaku will also go onto my charecter thread, once it's up and running. She will also become a favorite charecter of mine, being my first true dragon charecter. She is also going to be in many stories, hopefully with Magic, bug parts and little parts.
Personality:
Kujaku is a very temperamental creature, especially when people mix up her gender. A hothead and feisty, it is easy to see why people see her as vicious as an older creature. But as all living things are, there is that one ray of sunshine that can always make them happy. Around Magic, Kujaku is friendly to anyone she is friendly to, and protective of anyone with a bad vibe.
Likes:
The rain
This is picked up from her best friend, after the dancing in the pouring rain. It just brings back good memories.

The horses
Strangely, and unbeknowingly to anyone, Kujaku can talk to animals. The horses are the friendliest, and see the dragon as a leader. This is why they are very obedient to her herding.

Food
One word. Nums.
Dislikes:
Grass
Kujaku tried it once on the suggestion of a young colt. It was gross.

Anybody but Black Magic
Besides the guard that named her, Kujaku knew from the time she was taken to the castle that she was to be slayed. So to anyone but her fellow mutant, she is extremely aggressive. Once, when a lord tried striking her, she bit his fingers and part of his hand off.
History/Background:
I was originally a bird.

I know what your thinking. "Whaaat? Your talking! And how are you a dragon, but also a bird?" Well, shut up. I could've eaten you, but I was kind not to. Don't make me change my mind.

Anyways, I was originally a blue jay, not yet hatched when I fell out of the nest. Or that's what the wizard said. Lousy no good man. But he took me, somehow unscathed, and took me to his lab. There, he did millions of things to me, ones I refuse to tell you. Even today I get shivers at the thought of them. Afterwards, he baked me over a fire to make sure I didn't destroy myself in the cold.

For some reason or another, I didn't hatch for quite awhile. A year or so. The Wizard said it was for a complete transformation. Really, as a young'un, I wished I would've caught fire and burned.

After about a year and three months, I finally chipped away a crack in my egg. It took about an hour, but I eventually tumbled out of a half broken nursery. At the time, the Wizard was mysteriously out. So I just wandered around his home for awhile. I bit some holes into chairs, nibbled on his tables, and such. No, wood does not taste good. I would not suggest it unless you want splinters in your mouth. They hurt.

After some time, I toddled into his basement by accident. I did fall down the stairs, but I was too busy looking at the strangely shaped boxes with metal bars. Curious, I walked into one and carefully sniffed around the floor.

Then the door slammed shut.

I immediately whirled around and hopped to the front of the cage. There was the Wizard, all in his icky glory. "Why, you had to hatch just as I left. And don't think I didn't see what you did to my house." He clicked his tongue before looking down at her. "I guess I just need to punish you."

And punish he did. While he worked on something or another, he didn't feed me. Not once. I had to lay in the cold gray stones, breduced to snapping at any bug unlucky enough to come into my lair. By the fourteenth day, all my strength was gone. Yes, he did bring me water every day, even when I tried taking a bite out of him.

Anyways, on the fourteenth day, I was extremely weak. That day, I could sense a new creature in the basement. Although I was curious, I couldn't see them. So I just laid there, thinking of food. That's when I smelled food. I looked up and almost broke down the door.

The Wizard. He had it. A large slab of raw meat. I immediately started growling, whole body quivering. He only smiled. "You really are a sad little thing. You want this right?" He shook it lightly, and it made my stomach growl. "What am I thinking?" With a laugh, he opened the door and threw the meat in. Without a thought in my mind, I dug into the meat with a ferocity. He continued on. "Your just a stupid creature. You don't understand a word I say or why your in trouble."

And with that, he went to a different cell. I should've listened, because that person would become my best friend.

I was brought to a castle, I recall, to be killed. They called me a boy the whole time. Oh, how I wanted to bite them!

I'm sorry to say many memories escape my memory, but a few remain.

IA memory that I remember is when I got into a fight with a wolf. I only have bits and pieces, but he almost killed me. Magic took care of me for days, and helped me recover. I then learned my one and only word. "Ma-gic." She loved it, but complained I needed to save my strength.

Though she doesn't know it, I can read her thoughts and tell her mine. But, again, I haven't told her. But, I'm that little voice in her head. Haha!

When I was rounding the horses, I became their leader. This was because I told them I was going to eat them all if they didn't do it. But never mind that. It was fun, and I always wanted to nibble just a bit...

But one I remember is getting back at that Wizard...

As we were about to flee, I stopped. "Kuj, come on!" Let her go. Yes, I hated messing with her. But I needed one more thing. I quickly flew into the castle, and carefully made my way towards the basement. If you ask how and why, I'll eat you. I'm not kidding, I'm getting hungry.

As we reached the bottom, we came upon the lair of the wizard. I peeked in and saw him sitting at a table. I let out a growl, and when he turned around...

Let's just say he never saw the light again
Current Living Status:
Alive and well. Kujaku is immortal, and is still breathing happily. In fact, a man saw her wings, and this is where the colored glass derives from.

[Frost Feather]

I am looking to donate...
Image:
Lineart used (if any): Neara's flying/running wolf lineart
Name: Clouded Sky
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf
Preferences:
Must stay a female wolf, I'd prefer for the name to be kept, but I don't mind it changed. No design changes and please credit me for the making of the design. No leaving this to rot please!
By submitting this form, I, Sapphire22 , agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
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