Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Tiikeria]

.:I would like to adopt!:.

.:Number:.
16

.:Picture:.


.:Name:.
Krettr
(Old Norse for “Spirit”)

.:Species:.
Shapeshifting Animal Spirit

A restless animal spirit of sorts? This one has the skull of a wolf, but that isn't necessarily it's own skull. The "species" I never created used to pick a skull from a dead animal it found, attaching it to it's neck trying to make a new shape for itself. Without a skull the spirit is like a dark shapeless fog, with it it takes on a animal shape that loosely resembles the species of the skull.

.:Personality:.
I am a wanderer. The spirit of some mortal soul damned to an eternity of walking this Godforsaken land. I go by no name, for I received none. I am silent; an observer to the suffering of the beasts I walk among. However, I relish in it. I was born from death. However, there is a piece of me deep inside that yearns for what I had before. Bits of a past life haunt me, and I must find the answers, for I do not like the unknown.

.:Likes:.
Silence – Krettr finds the silence intriguing. Since he, himself, is mute, silence is all he really knows. He finds fresh battlefields the best when it comes to silence, as the smell of death accompanies it.

Death – He, being a creature born as a herald to the God of Death himself, Krettr enjoys the smell and sight of the dead and dying. It’s the noises he hates; the sounds of grieving mates and agonized cries awaken memories inside himself. Memories he’d rather repress.

Twilight – The time of day when the sun first sets, and the world slows. Krettr finds that the silence during this time is the most beautiful, especially twilight in the North, when the cold winds ruffle his fog-like “fur.”

.:Dislikes:.
Pained Cries – Cries of dying warriors and the mournful howls of mates bring forward memories of his past life, a glitch in the fibers of his being. Memories of a single howl being cut short.

The Unknown – The memories that haunt Krettr’s mind drive him to the brink of insanity. Because of their incomplete nature, due to them not even supposed to exist, he can’t find the complete story of the past.

.:Song:.
Snuff by Slipknot

.:Background:.
A mournful, fearful howl cut through my mind, a phantom numbness running though my fog-like body, the residue of a long distant memory. But this…this memory, was stronger than all the others. Especially now, as I looked at the dead male before me. He was a young wolf, not having been mature for long. But his presence was strong...I once knew him…in my life, not my death.

Maybe I should start from the beginning. I have no name, though the beasts I walk among call me Krettr, or spirit. I was created by the almighty God of Death himself, formed from the soul of a traitor to the war, a double agent. At my birth I was nothing, a shapeless fog, much like all spirits that enter the Darklands. But, the God knew of the betrayal I performed in life, and chose me to become the first of a species he would use to herald his arrival. He said that traitors were one of the most fearsome things to mortals, as they all closely guarded their secrets. He was indeed right.

I gained my body though the bonding of my soul to a bleached skull. At my creation, I became a leopard, one of the God’s favorite creatures at the moment, because of the leopard Lord’s fondness for mass killings. I never felt truly settled in that form, but, I said nothing to the God. Instead I stalked silently though fields of dead and dying, letting them feel my ghostly presence, letting them know death was coming. This was my existence, and I grew to love almost all of it. There was a problem, though. I loathed the Darklands, where I kept when I was not needed. I longed for the cool air of the mortal’s world. And, for the first and last time, I spoke up to the God. In his fury, he cast me from the Darklands, stealing my voice, and my body. I was to never return to the Darklands; I was to haunt the mortal world until the end. And I was elated.

I drifted along the winds to the North, where the suns did not shine, and clouds hung low enough to touch. I was searching. Searching for the body I truly longed to have, but none of the skulls called to me as I moved, until I reached the skulls of the wolves killed by the leopard Lord. I had vaguely heard the story of the deaths of these warriors, but the full story had eluded me. So, in the silence that would haunt me forever more, I ghosted through these skulls, as I had done with countless others. Nothing in the pile called to me, but, a skull buried in the mud a few paws away caught my attention. It seemed discarded, unwanted. Like me. I had found the one.

I bonded to that skull, taking the form of a wolf, tendrils of fog creating each individual “hair” on my new body. I had been reborn.

The memories came the next night. The moon was high, occasionally breaking through the thick clouds. I rested myself on a cliff that overlooked the leopard den. There was something about this place that called to me. Probably the smell of death, but I felt that it was more than that. I heard it then. A howl that sliced through the night, faint and echoing, but, it was impossible. Wolves no longer roamed these lands, due to the mark on their heads by the Lord. I then recognized it for what it was: a memory. A ghost of the past, a howl cut short. I didn’t understand. I had never heard this sound before, so how could I remember it?

I later figured out that the memory was not mine, but a memory stored within the skull I had bonded to. I also learned that the memory was triggered by the cries of the dying and the cries of the mourning. And, in this world, it was hard to ignore. That howl followed me across the land, along with a few other sights and sounds. I remember pups. I remember snow. I remember guilt and hatred. What I hated and what I was guilty about, I did not know, nor did I ever think I would know. At least, not until this night.

As I stand before this dead wolf, I finally understand. I finally know what these memories mean, and who I am a shadow of. I know of my past life. I was a traitor, but not out of spite, but out of love. Once, my family meant the world to me, now I have none. The dead wolf at my feet was my own flesh and blood, my son. Now, hopefully, he was resting in the Exalted Land, unlike myself.

I was a general, a father, a mate. I was also the traitor and cause of the genocide of the wolves. I had it all, but I fell from grace, despite my good intentions.

I was Kiewjo. Now, I am silent.

.:Word Count:.
847

.:A picture you drew:.

(Note: This was my first attempt at lineless art. I liked it so much, I decided to use it.)

.:Other:.
Ever since I received Kiewjo, I wanted a reason to extend his story, and make it into either a novella or a comic. I believe Krettr would be an excellent addition to Kiewjo's story. Krettr's story will be longer than this, however, as there are more scenes I would love to add into the story.

I connected instantly with him, as soon as Spotty posted him. If Spotty ever creates the species like Krettr, I will do my best to adapt Krettr to her specifications of the species.

So I can find this: Trillian

[Ranua]

KK, just makin' sure. XD

[MirrorMask]

I would like to adopt!

Number:
4

Picture:


Name:
Ένας Greek for The One

Species:
Unusual colored Jungle Smili

Personality:

Kind,caring,interesting.

Likes:
Having fun,being win his adopted mother,eating

Dislikes:
Wasps,african bees,honey,heat and no food/water.

Background:
(2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum.)

Intro:

"Life?What is it? Hell that's what no one should live it but I had to and still am."

Ένας was to be born on the Greek islands,but due to over fishing and now a poaching overun.The islands weren't safe,his mother had nothing to safe her pityful family.Or the only family she had now since her male left her.They exactly never discovered if her was poached or he ran off.But The mother didn't want to know,either one would lead her to a depressing that would possible kill her and her cub.The mother ,was named θάλασσα greek for sea.Only because of her simple aqua sea eyes.But as she thought of some way to leave the island she looked to the sea and that lead her.She tried to sneak onto a ship but the humans ended up tossing her off.She only had one more idea...Swim.

But she could not possible swim with a newborn within her.She had not other choice she jumped into the chilled sea and swam.She was maybe 20 miles from the nest nearest island she never knew the names of the islands she made home.But she guess by the flocks of birds flying over head.Telling their lifes and serects,it was the island of Crete. What Crete had instore for her and him was only known by........Heaven and hell which watched but did not cause.

All the time.Ένας was still not born but he starting moving inflicking much pain on his dear mother,θάλασσα.She had to deal with it but as busy ships pass they lifting high waves onto her.She couldn't swim much either.She left Crete already and was heading down to Africa.Within 5 weeks she made it to Libya ,Africa.Once she hit land,she tried to find shelter night was falling on her.She was to pregent and weak to fight anything within the dark.She only found a hideous tree which had the scents of lions,leopards and cheetahs.The three animals she never trusted and will not even trust to the end of her deary life.She rested.

Soon the morning sun rose across the sky and she sent out....once again.By the afternoon,she was still walking not taking a single stop.It was the dry season the worse season to have a cub never less the live in.She needed to go to the jungle areas.That is were the sun cannot shine into the deepest parts of the jungle.She can give brith there and raise her cub for awhile.But these might of been thousands of miles away and big cats of the area will awaken.Her stomach grumble and she knew she needed to hunt.But θάλασσα did not,seeing if she did she would not reach her goal.She went on.Within a hour she smelled kangroo mice,if she caught one while moving she would eat but if she didn't she would not stir over one.She moved quitely and watched but not to must because she had to scan her surroundings.But as one,a male young popped in front of her she pounced it died in her paws like a ragdoll.

But she felt the breath of a male lion on her neck.She turned to meet his eyes and just sneered in digust.He eyed her and simplely smiled smacking her in the head.He pulled her away into the jungle.Not her way the other way.Once she rewoke she felt a stringing paid within her stomach.She saw that she was in a jungle area but it was smaller bit very simliar to what she thought and heard of.She yelped as she felt something moving,she knew.She pushed and only felt pain and heard nothing.She pushed once again ,she heard only a pityful whimper from her child.She smiled tears for her eyes.But she rested her head and closed them....Dead for stravition,dehydration and the blow to the head.She died....bravely and happyly within her eyes.

"Water is a hell but heaven. The meeting point."

Intro over.

Since his brith within the jungle he would be a jungle smili it only made sense since that would be all he knew of his past or begining.A female lioness apporached Ένας dying body, she was pregent but all her pups died of fever rush. A deadly fever which attacks newborns of week olds.Killing them with a huge fever that the native cats cannot touch or heal.Only a few can live after this.the female was upset but the male of their pride promised her that next time mating season comes you will be the first and I will protect the cubts with my life.She was happy at the thought but she indeed wanting a cub now.

But as she looked at the cub she smiled and walked right to it her speed fast.She looked at the mothers body and smelled the horrible scent of death.She hissed at the smelled and picked up the hopeless cub.She ran back into the brush to nuse.She nused him for weeks ,happy to be a mother finally until he open his eyes and stand.He then became something else.He was very rough and growing fast,faster then any of the cubs.He wasn't like by the other mother but both the cub and his adopted mother loved him and to him that's all that matter.

The lead male,Kag thought he was ready for a hunt a challage.But his mother disagreed this lead to a huge fight between them two.The others females got into the fight saying he was ready.But Ένας mother repeatly said no but the male had the say.Kag ended it,he tossed out the bones,what ever bone that Ένας put his paw on is the one he has to hunt.There were many animals rangering from crocodiles to elephants.Ένας looked at the two and ptu his paw on a bone.But they ended up being bones,his paw was so big that he hit four bones.Kag told him they were crocodile,baboon,weaver bird and leopard.His mother had no emotion now she only walked away.Ένας following like an dirty shadow.


"God does send angels to do his biding or maybe,angel souls to be born within one."

Ένας looked at a bunch of older lions,female and male.They eyed him he walked over to them and they didn't peep a word but he heard they within his head.They said lines of wisdom or tales they ruled on.He smiled and they smiled he said with them nodding and licking their fur.The elders became his friends and his mother did not like it.

Ένας began to bound over to the elder on a monday morning at the near end of the dry season.He still havn't done his challage but the elders said "A Challage is a challage,but when you want to do it is somehting else" He agreed on this saying and approved of it but his mother did not.She yanked him for the elders and looked at him and she whispered the truth about him.He wasn't hers,he was hated,Kag doesn't like him,everything.But instead of saying his mother died because of Kag she said she left him to die.

Either way would of ended in the same result,Ένας became a little depressed but he couldn't fail the challage he had to suck it in.Mad at both his mothers he stromed away to do his challage.He looked back at the elders for a nod but they were gone he only saw one tail flick in the brush and another message within his head "Elder's adivce is wise." He smiled and nodded.Kag noticed this and walked into the brush following the elder's scent.Ένας turned before he saw Kag and ventured on his frist target would be a crocodile.He need to find a river but it was still the dry season what would her do.He remember the elders and what they just said and nodded.He just went ahead waiting for another Elder's adivce.

"Art can be alot of things ,but the art of killing is the most hardest one to do."

Ένας heard one crack of a river as he moved,he was almost out of his jungle home,he walked many miles and was about done for the day.He could hardly breath noless sweat.But the elders made he move on,he really liked them maybe even loved them.He eyed a bees nest but the elder's boomed in his head "Sweet always has a string or is it Sweet and sour?" He sighed but went up to the hive wacking it with his paws and then he suffered.The bees swarmed out and strung him on his paws.But no where else since Ένας made a wuick retreat.He now would repesct the elder's saying no matter the cost.

He soon found a water way it was small but as he looked he saw a bunch of baby crocodiles they looked like week olds no bigger then his ear. The elder's reminded "Fishermen are men with years of fishing." he sighed and reach his paw into the water his only put on finger and one claw out.He claw touch a young sleeping crocodile it didn't move but it's eyes open.He jabbed his claw into it's hard it's skin and yank up.The Croc went up out of the water,it flipping and twirling.Ένας jumped and caught it in his mouth.One down,three to go.

He moved carefully in the underbrush.The heat was killing him and making his prey smell well dead.He moved wuick but mid-day he was almost on the tail of a troop of baboons.He saw them in the distance and he stalked.He then enrupted from his spot and full stream ahead.He was silent so none of the baboons heard until it was to.Late he snatched the youngest of them all.Screams were everywhere,Ένας looked back at the females chasing him.The baby was limp now with the croc.With his mouth full he hissed "Death is a beach" and raced ahead much faster then them.

"Babies they are cute but still death approaches them too."

Ένας didn't take a breath or pant,he kept moving.Like his real mother until she pasted,he looked and saw a very busy tree.He saw the flickers of tails of cats and he did a wicked smile.He approached it but he buired his prey before he went into the tree.Urinaing ontop of it make sure it is avoided.He walked to the base of the tree and saw a cub.He remember his cub-hood and a tear fell.He moved closer but the cub grinned and raced into the tree hole.He saw how big the tree was and sigh.Chasing after the cub.

He eyed a million leopards within the same room but only one question who he was."Ένας" The one who question him was an elder male he reminded Ένας of his elders.Which he didn't he a line of adivce from.The leopards stared him down until teh male respoke saying an elder line "Beytral is the worse thing of any sense to feel."Ένας's eyes open wide as her heard a roar.He jumped out of the tree the branches wipping at him as he did.He looked the elder's bodies lying dead.He looked at Kag who now feasted on the catches Ένας work so hard on.This was crossing the line.This means death.

He snarled and kept his claws out Kag smiled for a challage.Ένας didn't want to fight so he did a swift kicked to the head smashing his claws as into Kag's head.It wasn't over but Kag was out cold.He raced back to the pride's main camp, his speed mad the trip back short.But he got their and there was only bodies.He heard Kag behind him and then he erupted snarling.Kag was bleeding badly as Ένας hit him in the head once again.Then front paws smashed him rapidly itno the head till Kag's brain showed.Ένας knew

"One for all and that's it."


A picture you drew:

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Might color later.

[alas,]

I would like to adopt!

:: Number ::
Sixteen. (16)

:: Picture ::


:: Name ::
Μόνος; this is his main name, for he is part of a Greek myth/legend. This myth/legend is well known by the Greek, so they call him Μόνος, meaning 'lonley'. He is known as 'Lost Soul' in all the other different languages, excluding Greek.

Μόνος really has no name, though. No permanent name, that is.

:: Species ::
Μόνος is the first generation Hellhound. He was created to destroy, to kill the humans. Hades desired this more than anything to kill his brother, Zeus, who lived on their love. With no humans to give Zeus love, he would die, and Poseidon, already being in charge of the seas, would be too busy. Hades would take over putting the humans in a stance of fear; excactly what he lived on.

Μόνος was banished, though. He was too joyous and didn't see why he was supposed to kill the humans; after all, they were doing amazing things. One human brought sight to a blind man, brought mobility to a paralyzed man, brought safety to an endangered man who was stuck in a cave with lions. This man came back to life after death! What other things could this human do?

But then Μόνος was killed during hunting season. During his afterlife, he waited for the holy man to bring him back to life. It never happened. Μόνος escaped from his afterlife and journeyed the world as a wandering spirit, terrorizing the citizens of the world, causing death. This was what Hades was waiting for.

Hades accepted Μόνος back to the Underworld and was given the species name, Exterminator; even though Μόνος hated being one.

:: Personality ::
I was put in ruins. My crumbling walls and tumbling floors are all because of the one human. All he can do is destroy my hope. Was he meant to be that way? To destroy the one's hope who relys on his the most? Apparently.

I am a killer; and I know it. At first I was meant to be one, but I saw no need. I do now. I will take revenge on all of that man's kind. The humans shall be wiped from the Earth so I can live in peace as a spirit. I wasn't meant to be this way, I could be my old alive self again. I could see light. But I was betrayed by the one I trusted. Maybe dead spirits shouldn't be religious.

I am hateful; I don't smile, I don't laugh, and most of all I don't care. I am a ruthless murdurer who will not spare anyone. I have no love, and I have no wants. I will kill anything mercilessly. To come near me is suicidal.

And I hate it.

~KMS (Kill.my.soul)

:: Likes ::
Μόνος has lost all sense of love; he has been angered by one of the dominant species, homo sapiens. Now he despises everything in "his master's" world; anything that dares to appear in his vision.

All except peaches. That's all he likes anymore in his own death haven. He only likes rotten peaches, although he will eat moist flesh and even bones, he desires a single rotten peach. They please nothing of him yet his own violent soul, and he'll become content. For most humans, they would call his peace depression. He longs for nothing but to love again. He longs to see light again, no more endless darkness.

He also likes the feel of blood pools in his hosts' skull. He still has a tongue that's sliced at the end, so he can taste the warmth and juicy flavor. He hates loving this though, so he's not exactly sure if he likes it or not, it just pleases his angered soul and Hades, his master. He loves human blood the most; it stinks of revenge, and makes Μόνος fill up with pleasure.

The last thing Μόνος likes is eyes. Deep ivy green eyes. He wishes he had them; he doesn't like empty sockets with nothing green hanging around. He hates everyone with those stunningly green beauties.

:: Dislikes ::
Everything. Absolutely everything. He hates humans the most for one of their kind has cursed him (not meaning to) to be a wandering spirit that feels no love; sees no pain in others. He cannot stop the hate his empty soul emits because of them. He wants to tear them to ribbons, he wants to hear them shriek in terror of him; he wants them to be as dejected and angered he was, even if they have no feelings for anyone. (No feelings for anyone is his opinion. Dur. xD)

He despises Hades for creating him. Why must such a gentle soul created in the eyes of evil be banished for his love, yet to be only turned into Hades' dream by the thing Hades desires to destroy? Μόνος is confused with himself and hates not knowing things; especially the fact that he doesn't know why Hades must put him in such a dilemma. So he wishes his soul would dissipate forever, he wishes he would crumble and die for once and for all. This is because he hates himself.

He hates the way eyes glimmer, he wishes he had them. He envies green eyes, the shade of ivy. He wants them terribly, so he will kill and leave the eyes. He will possess the body hoping the eyes stay, yet they will tumble out anonymously and he will regain his old wolf skull and carry on. He knows this will happen, yet he tries everytime.

:: Background ::
Μόνος planted his feet on the ground and stared his victim in the eye. This pup looked so familiar, yet Μόνος’s eyes were clouded with rage. Everything was blurry; he could not see. He killed anything and everything to douse his anger. Μόνος closed in on his game and snapped the creature’s neck. He kicked the pup’s side and sent it flying.

Suddenly, Μόνος realized that the pup was flung across the forest clearing. He zipped to the limp body and nudged it with his nose. This newborn wolf was dead for sure, and was also Μόνος’s child from when he was alive. He exhaled quickly from his bone nose and turned around. Μόνος no longer took interest in this dead thing; he didn’t even notice who it was.

~*~

“I see you’ve made no human kill today, Exterminator…” Hades said as he paced back and forth slowly, letting the tapping of his shoes break Μόνος down into fear. He did not, though. Μόνος stood up tall and strong, about the size of a maned wolf.

“Well, that is not good, you mangy mutt! You were told to make the humans die, all of them! They are supposed to be extinct soon, you idiot. Do you know what I’m saying?” Μόνος was busy denying his glare so he wouldn’t portray fear in front of his master.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Hades hissed. He rushed over to the canine and grasped his neck then squeezed it tightly. He bared his teeth and said angrily:

“Tomorrow better be your best day of killing, or it will be my turn to kill,” Hades demanded. Μόνος growled and whined at the same time and pulled his head lose. He bowed his cranium and shuffled away to his pen. He could hear Hades silent rants on how stupid he was, and how much he hated Μόνος on his way there.

Well, Μόνος thought, I feel the same way about you, too.

That night he shimmied out of the maned wolf skull and regained his loose maned wolf appearance as a dark mist. He always looked like his past skull’s species he had worn; hardly, but that’s what his misty self was supposed to shift into.

He curled himself around and old log in the center of him pen and watch all the dead souls scurry off to theirs cabins for the night, even if they were dead they could still sleep. Μόνος could not.

He watched anonymously as the late night souls finally trudged to their rooms for the night. They were slow and eyed him with hatred hidden behind their faces. He was despicable, and he knew it. Even the worst and most naughty spirits glared at him with despise. He would look down shamefully and wait until they left before he continued his watch of the other passer bys.

He grew bored with watching the dead humans walk by, so he decided to calm his light anger, which was surprising for most nights he would flare up, he would go back to the regular world instead of being cooped up in the Underworld and frighten some beings that were not yet asleep. He placed the skull back on his neck and his black fog swirled around until he was a well defined wolf. He floated back up to the normal dimension and began his search for “nocturnal” humans.

~*~

His search went terribly, which only made him more distressed. He needed to kill once again; he figured he might as well kill a human so he could start on tomorrow’s long list of victims. He stalked through the area and cam to a small village. There were strange tent-like structures and horses everywhere. Sled-dogs were sleeping by the huts and making no noise. Few children were left outside roaming the village alone, yet they were the only ones out.

He neared a small child who was playing with a sown doll. He took a step closer and sliced her cheek open with his incisors. The toddler screamed and Μόνος head-butted her chest and heard her bones crack. Pleasure rushed through his body and he inhaled the human’s scent. She was dead, and her ribs were poking holes in her organs as they rolled through her body.

Μόνος left the body after tearing apart her arm for a mid-night snack. He went in search for his next victim, happy the child’s voice was hoarse, and that no one had heard her.

Soon enough, he found another child, except this one older. This kid would be a wonderful prize for Hades. All Μόνος wanted to do was please his master, that way Μόνος would not have to suffer another death after life. He circled around the child making a large perimeter. He lunged from behind a teepee and crushed the boy’s skull. He tore a leg and dragged the human back to the Underworld, where his bone and gash healed and he regained life as a dead spirit.

“You filthy demon!” The boy roared in a strange language. “Why do you kill?! To take your anger out on us humans because of a natural cause? Is that why? Do you kill because you do not think others deserve to live if you cannot?” The human was practically screaming now. Μόνος had been to enough human towns to understand what he was saying. Maybe this was true.

Μόνος gazed at the boy in awe and dropped him from his mouth. The biped balled his fists and punched Μόνος’s shoulder muscles. Compared to the canine, the boy was puny. Μόνος took no notice and left him to be eaten by the spirits who were past cannibals. Food down here was scarce; the only thriving spirits were the man-eating men.

The boy was gone within an hour. Bones and all.

~*~

Μόνος thought about what the boy had said. Where had all his passion gone? Had it died with him? Μόνος was created a live being, one with a heart; but then he had died. Had he wanted to die? Of course not. But why did others have to die for him? He did not know.

There was still no reason to kill, yet the anger still flared inside of him for being so stupid. He still saw darkness and no light. He still felt hate and no love.

It was not the credulous man that had deceived him; nor was it the hope of not dying again that had made him follow Hades’ rules to kill; no, it had been himself. He was selfish, something he never thought himself to be. He didn’t ever want to be selfish, then again he never thought he would’ve cared if he was so. He realized selfishness had killed so many innocent lives, so many dwindling hopes and dreams…And he was the cause. Not the magnificent man or Hades, but the poor blind soul who had been confused by his own anger.

Μόνος was his own horror story, he did not need the holy man, Hades, or the hope of not dying again; all he needed was his own selfishness. And that’s what was given. He cursed to himself about his own pointless destruction and lay completed numb for the rest of the night.

He was a killer, and he needed no one to encourage him to do so; and he was terrified of that fact.

~*~

Μόνος never awoke that morning. His body was limp and his misted chest wasn’t rising. He left the humans to live in peace, he left Hades to do his own dirty work, and he left his pup who had been roaming the Underworld because of him. He had let himself pass on.

He left it all for the sake of life, because with Μόνος alive, the cycle would only be life and death; no reproduction. The dwindling humans had children, and those children and children. It went on and on and the Earth was capable of holding mankind to its fullest once more.

We are living thanks to a killer; a selfish, confused, but in the end, caring killer. We thank thee, Lost Soul.

Word Count :: 1,363
Characters ::
Μόνος.
Hades.
A poor boy.
And other side characters.

Here's a quick song that I made for him. Each period is one 'tap'. Also, I typed it how I sang it. So, ova = over, bucklin' = buckling, breakin' = breaking, Gotta' = got to::

The broken;
.....
The broken hearted;
The broken souls;
We're breakin' down for him,
Our feet are bucklin'
Our skin is crawlin' all over~
.
For him.

We scramble in fear;
All the pain disappears;
Because we've been~
.
Swept- away~
Death is on the brink
We didn’t get a chance,
From the killer who had his own.

Because we’ve been~
.
Swept- away~
Death is on the brink
We didn’t chance,
From the killer who had his own.

>instrumental<

We’ve been~
.
Taken away
There goes our party.
We’ve gotta’ go now~
We’ve
We’ve gotta’ go now~

Because we’ve been~
.
Swept- away~
Death is on the brink
We didn’t chance,
From the killer who had hi-hi-his ownnnn~

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:: Number ::
Nine. (9)

:: Picture ::


:: Name ::
Vent Nordique, meaning Northern Wind in French. Her nickname is Vent. She is called many other things in different languages like: "Mystical One", "Wind Spirit", and "Mother Nature" plus more.

She loves her name though, yet is still flattered by the humans' ones.

:: Species ::
Vent is a strange cross breed between many different shepards, which her breed is known as the shiloh shepard. They are very large dogs in which are very rare. They are still under-going devolopment.
The shiloh shepards were created in the 1970's.

Here's an image of her breed ::

:: Personality ::
People say I'm easy to flatter, and I believe them. I blush whenever anyone gives me a compliment. I will instantly want to be your friend if you give me a nice overview despite the fact that I'm hard to impress.

Trying to impress me is like trying to get a rock to float in water. I'm very stubborn, which only makes this fact worse. If you come back with a bucket of mushrooms and a bowl of lamb meat, I may be a little impressed.

I am sassy and I know it. I will talk back until I get what I want, but I do not whine. I get what I want in an orderly fashion by simply taking advantage upon the lesser beings. My victims are usually humans that become lost in the forest, different male nekos that wander my forests alone, and anthropomorphic canines.

I hate to say it but I am rather selfish. I think about me-me-me quite a bit and don't care much about others. I am the controller of the Northern Winds, people should be thanking me, not the other way around. I don't give much attention t others, only if I need something and am too lazy to do it myself.

I am rather lazy, you know.

:: Likes ::
Vent adores mushrooms. She'll eat and eat and eat them even if her stomach is about to explode. The same with lamb meat. She loves it; that and mushrooms are about the only things she'll munch upon. Infact, eating is probably her most favorite hobby.

She also loves compliments. She strives on them to keep her happy and entergetic. She says she must have them every once in awhile or else she'll become grumpy and will grow ugly. She will begin to threaten people to tell her nice things because she would hate to grow ugly.

The wind makes her happy because she knows she's the one controling it. She will make it blow through trees so she can make the leaves dance. She loves the chill it carries through her spine and the peace it shoves in her mind.

Vent Nordique also has a soft spot for beauty and most importantly; herself. She loves to beam into natural water sources and see her reflection and coo over her beautiful looks. She definetly loves herself; that's for sure.

:: Dislikes ::
Vent hates feeling ugly. She is very self-conscious and would hate to displease herself. If she was to feel ugly more quite a long time, she would go on a rampage and probably become vicious until she was to feel gorgeous again.

She hates wheat. She thinks it tastes absolutely terrible. If she munches upon such a thing she will become sick and exaggerate her illness and claim to be unwell for a week. She hats the texture and the tasteless flavor. It makes her shiver and feel chilly.

Vent hates silence. It makes her feel so awkward. To avoid the quiet displeasure, Vent normally is very talkative so she never has to have the horrid feel of ringing ears. She also hates high-pitched noises, so her voice is deeper than the average female.

She also hats famine. If she sees a animal pack or clan, or a human village that is beginning to have food problems, she is actually generous and goes out in search of food for them. If she goes hungry, she scurries off to the nearest human village- for their food is always best- and steals their food. She has feasts for the next month.

:: Background ::
Vent shuffled through the overgrown spongy moss like it was melted butter. Her feet were as quick as a hare escaping the jaws of a hound. She ducked her head and dodged every branch that flew her way while she was zooming. The river was endangered, and she needed to help it. She didn’t know what she would do, but she would do something.

The smell of burning oil disturbed her nostrils. She winced at the stench yet ran on. The scent became stronger and her eyes began to sting. All of a sudden, it became very hot. The air was dry and the heat was killer. She hopped into the air and landed on her feet in a squat. She did the bear-walk at surprisingly quick pace and coughed a little. The heat was beginning to be unbearable.

The smell was able to be named now, it was so strong. Smoke. It was smoke, and where there was smoke in this forest, there was fire. Vent clinched her eyes shut and inhaled deeply. Her eyes were open once again yet they had a new tinge to them. They held courage and no fear. Vent stood up and began to walk triumphantly. There was no need to run; she was close now.

Vent Nordique emerged from the brush and gawked at the fire. Of all things, the river was on fire. She saw beings on the other side of the river dumping barrels of used-oil in the water. The water was pitch-black; very different than its clear blue. The fire was tall, and the humans were chucking flaming coals into the water, which caught the oil on fire.

Vent glared at them and pulled her bow and arrow out of her large belt-like strap. She shot at the ground right next to a boy who screamed and then toppled over. The two-legs looked Vent’s way and grumbled. They ran to their vehicle and grabbed large handheld figures. They were guns; guns that were aimed at Vent. They fired their bullets, yet Vent did not move.

With a simple twist of her hand, the wind curled around the bullets stopping them mid-way across the flaming river. She pointed at the humans and the wind obeyed; the bullets were sent back flying at the men. They all shouted and hollered and ducked for cover. Vent smiled a devious smile and dove into the waste water.

Her mouth was kept closed and her eyes shut tightly. It was very hot water; it was boiling. She was no longer able to swim, for coals at the bottom of the river were piling up high making the water so shallow, she could no longer swim. She stood up in the middle of the river and yelled:

“Vent nordique [northern winds], I command you to douse these flames of the devil that are exploding from the humans’ own haven.”

The wind suddenly picked up and rubbed itself over the flames which only made the fire higher. Vent swirled the air surrounding her and mashed it up against the water. It rose with the strong breeze and hit against the fire. This made the fire even taller, yet slimmer. It was vulnerable and Vent took the chance to tackle it with the powerful northern winds. She shoved the winds against the fire and it tumbled down finally beaten.

She was covered in filth. She rubbed the oil away from her eyes and glared at the humans once more.

“You will pay for your insolence you idiotic demons; I will be back to destroy your homes with raging fires controlled by my wind,” she growled. Vent climbed out of the hot water, her whole body scalded. She rushed back into the forest to find another clean waterway to clean her body, and heal her burns.

~*~

It was hard to sleep that night. Every part of her body was burnt, and it hurt to move. She shifted her weight on her spine and rolled over onto her back. She slept in a hammock made of vines found in the forest. She covered it with leaves that had been wrapped around the vines with sap. It was actually very comfy considering she had sewed rabbit fur together to cover the wrapped up vines. She used no pillow, even though she thought she deserved the most luxurious of beds.

Vent ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. Her hair was crisp and dry from the boiling water and too much oil burnt the ends of her hair off. She whimpered and tossed her body on her side. Her fur was still matted with dirt and her elbow fur had been scorched and fell off. All that was left there was her elbow skin. She rubbed herself and whined.

“I am an ugly witch!” She exclaimed quietly. She rolled on her stomach and sobbed to herself. This lasted for a rather long while despite the fact that it felt uncomfortable to her chest.

The shuffling of leaves regained her attention and she sat up. Vent growled and got out of her hammock bed. She snatched her bow and arrow once again and readied it. A human tumbled out of the shrub and Vent groaned at a high-pitched tone. The human cowered in fear and backed up. He struggled with his words.

“I-uh, um…”

“Spit it out demon,” Vent snarled. The human gulped and exhaled deeply. He was shaking.

“You saved the river; I saw you…I wanted to know what you were…” The boy said shamefully. Vent half-smiled but smirked when he looked up. He faced the ground but his eyes were darting across her face.

“I am a person, just like you; but much better and smarter.” She smiled to herself when she spoke. The boy noticed and smiled as well. Vent took and side-ways glance at him and told him ‘no’ with her eyes to smiling.

“But you have fur…And a tail; and dog ears!” He argued.

“You have fur on your head, you have human ears, and your kind used to have tails! What is the difference?” Vent retorted. The boy stared at the ground again and tried to think of what to say next. Vent Nordique was correct; but he knew her kind was different; weren’t they?

“All you humans are alike; you’re all racial, even with your own kind,” she spat. She lowered her arrow and walked over to a woven basket. She pulled a lamb leg out of it and began munching upon it. The boy pulled his head back in disgust.

“Gross,” he mumbled. Vent glared at him and tore a hunk of meat off the leg and plopped it in her mouth. She smiled while she was chewing and closed her eyes in pleasure.

“What is your name, kid?” She said after she had swallowed her large portion. He stared at her for a second before replying.

“Timothy.” Vent’s eyes grew wide and she choked on more meat that she had shoved down her throat. Timothy stood up in horror and rushed to her side. She shoved him away and coughed up meat that was covered in salvia. She threw it behind her into the forest for other gross animals to snack on.

“You alright?” Timothy asked her worriedly.

“Timothy is your name? What kind of name is that?” Vent snickered seriously.

“It’s actually quite a popular name I should say,” Timothy said gallantly. Vent giggled to herself.

“Hey,” Timothy warned. Vent’s gaze became hard as stone and he backed off, careful not to tell her what to do again.

“Why are you humans so stupid? What were you doing to the river?” Vent questioned him sincerely. She was much taller than him, which only made her rude comments scarier. “And what else can I call you other than, Timothy?” Vent laughed again.

“Tee.” Vent began to laugh again, yet this giggle chain started with a ppbbblltt. “And humans are not stupid,” Tee ignored her laughter. He spoke with confidence and pride. “Humans are smart, muscular creatures who can do what they want, when they want to,” he replied with a pinch of anger.

“Than if you’re so smart, why do you try to kill what keeps you alive?” Vent looked at him truthfully. Tee scooted away from her and glanced at the ground again, shaking off her frightening gaze.

“We don’t,” Tee began. Before he could say anymore, Vent interjected.

“Oh but you do. You kill the trees in the forest; the factories of oxygen, the things that let you breathe, you spoil your water with oil and waste, and worst of all you hurt the Earth with your fancy gadgets. Your kind will not die of animals or fear, you will not die of sickness or of betrayal of your own creations; no. You will die because of yourselves.” Vent spoke sadly, as if she actually cared if the boy were to die. She stood up and looked at Timothy.

“Now go away before you become the version two lamb leg.” Tee stood up quickly and ran off; away from the blue woman, away from the controller of wind, away from the beautiful creature that made his heart crawl out of his chest and into his mouth so it could see her. Away from the future.

And he still didn’t know her name.

~*~

Vent woke up slowly, yawning and stretching as she stood up. After Timothy left, she hurried back to her hammock to sleep. She looked around her camp and smacked her lips. She had the taste of lamb in her mouth still. She reached into her basket and snatched a large mushroom and bit into it. She chewed with pleasure making happy humming noises as she went.

She threw the rind into her compost pile and skipped off into the forest for her daily hike.

An odd noise pestered about her ears. She scratched them and looked around with furrowed brows. This noise was loud and agitating; it shook the ground and sounded like it was cutting through rocks. The sequoias, Vent thought suddenly. She bolted towards the sound, accepting her fate realized she had forgotten her bow and arrow.

The humans were everywhere with their large yellow machines and loud buzzing handhelds that cut through the surrounding trees. These sequoias were her guardians; they blocked off her base from intruders, and they were her childhood. Her friends. She spoke to the sequoias as if they were her siblings. But maybe there were?

She was born next to these trees, her parents had left here beside these trees, and these trees were her babysitters. She lived by them for the longest time until the humans had pushed her away. The sequoias grew together to form one large fence blocking humans from her camp. From one side, anyway.

The humans were cutting her family down. They had chopped a hole through the center of the tree guard large enough for a crane to fit through. Vent snarled and hurdled towards the killers. She reached for her bow and arrow but remembered she had forgotten them. The air had no where to swirl in this closed in area; the trees made the area too small for any wind controlling to be done. Vent had no way to attack. She only had her bare hands.

The humans noticed her and shot. Why did they always bring guns? Vent had no idea. She dodged them all except the last bullet. It tore through her shoulder and she hollered in horror. The humans screamed seriously ordering the others who weren’t in vehicles to charge. They obeyed and zoomed towards Vent. She had fallen with the impact of the bullet and surprise and couldn’t get up. She was busy putting pressure on her gash so it didn’t pour out blood.

Vent braced herself to die. She clinched her eyes shut and bit her tongue waiting for nothing but everything at the same time.

Nothing came. No guns shooting, no pain; just the rapid beating of her own heart. She waited longer it felt like forever. She didn’t dare open her eyes; she thought if she did the spell of no pain would be broken. But the suspense was too terrible. She opened one eye, and in front of her was a boy. A boy kneeling with his arms stretched wide and his head facing down.

“Timothy?” She choked. The boy shook his hand slightly to wave and screamed at the men arguing.

“She’s not a threat!” He exclaimed. “She’s a person! Just like us!” His voice was deep and angry. Vent scooted back with her legs. A gust of wind blew. Vent tried to speak but only croaked. She winced at her throbbing arm. Tee looked back at Vent.

“She’s a being, just like us; just better and smarter.” Vent’s ears perked up and she gawked at him. She giggled a bit and tried to stand. The humans aimed their guns and shook with fear.

“Much better and smarter,” Vent added with a devious smile. She removed her hand from her wound and closed her eyes. She put her arms to her sides and beamed pleadingly at the trees. Voices in her head urged her to go on; they accepted her plea. Vent grinned happily and waved good-bye to the adult with her fingers. She grasped Tee’s arm and yelled to the heavens:

“Vent nordique [northern winds], show these demons the pain of the trees,” she demanded with an evil grin. She dragged Timothy closed she her legs and watched emotionlessly.

The wind picked up and swirled around the canopy of the forest. The air dove into the trees and leaves flew everywhere blinding the eyes of the humans. A tornado danced around the ground making its way to the grand finale; the scrambling two-legs.

“We must go, I have no control over those dark winds,” she stated. Tee looked up at her and stood up. He looked taller than he had; a growth spurt? Timothy nodded and Vent released her grip on his arm.

They walked together lacking fear back to Vent’s home while the voices echoing in the forest soon dissipated, as did the voices in Vent’s head.

Good-bye, she mouthed.

~*~

“You never told me your name,” Tee said once he had found a place to seat at Vent’s home. “You must tell me.”

“Vent Nordique. It means Northern Wind. It’s French, like my mother.” She looked up into the cloudy sky and Tee glanced at her.

“Mine, too.” Vent stared at Tee and half-smiled. The sky crackled and rain poured; thunder screamed and lightning flashed- Vent stood up and twirled around in it all.

Tee laughed at her and Vent glared at him. He flinched and scooted to the edge of his chair. Vent chuckled back at him and he opened one eye. She put her hand out and Timothy took it.

Together they danced; humans in their own way.

Word Count :: 2,500 even.
Characters ::
Vent Nordique, the main character.
The boy, Timothy, an important character.
Extra construction workers and stupid teenage boys.

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Number: 4
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Name: Gialla (GEE-all-uh)
Species: Jungle Smili
Personality: A swift, focused Smili, Gialla has been forced to be so because of his coloring. Practically since leaving the den, Gialla has been on the hunt. Prey does not come easy to such a noticable Smili, so he spends much more time hunting then regular Smilis, giving him a fantastic amount of patience and cunning.

Likes: Catching prey, relaxing, chasing prey, sleeping

Dislikes: Missing, bugs and other pests, being woken up, an empty stomach

Background:

Gialla walked through scraggily bushes, with bright blooed-red sand between his paws. Fog clouded his vision, but he was happy for it. The yellow and black Smili moved likes a serpent, swishing between bushes and fronds, into the thickening forest. His long stripes tail was practically dragging on the ground and his head bent low. He could smell the fawn was close, he could practically hear it breath beneath him. His muzzle curled into a sly snarl as he imagined eating it, his belly full from a foggy hunt. It was rare that he hunted during the day, he was forced to use the cover of night due to his coloring. Today however, hunger had called him with a resounding roar in his stomach. He kicked up sand as he searched, the hunger making him reckless in his search. His mouth watered at the scent, he had to be close! Suddenly a branch snapped to his right and Gialla flew to the ground in a crouch. The fattest fawn he had ever seen was standing a few feet away, chomping on a mouthfull of grass. There was no time to waste.

Gialla lunged, opening his jaws to clasp the the throat of the defenseless deer. But his paws slid right over its fur as if it were ice. He collided with the fawn, and tried digging his teeth into its neck. His canines slid together again, closing awkwardly. Gialla hissed, lashing his tail. The fawn hadn't even looked up! He jumped again, clawing furiously at it. Nothing happened. Suddenly his hunger escalated as the scent came back to him, but no matter what he did, nothing affected the deer. he finally gave up, whipping his tail behind him. He sunk his claws into the sand, but the sand was gone. Instead was rock, wet, slippery rock. He was on a cliff face! A torrent of water shot from behind him, a thunderous river was lickign at his heels. He clawed the rock, but it was too late, he fell backwards, flailing his paws. The deer appeared again and the scent filled his nose. The water engulfed him.


Gialla gasped loudly, his chest heaving, claws out. His eyes glanced around in a panic until he realized he was underneath a tree. The moon filtered through the treetops above and the soft gurgle of the creek whispered in his ears. A dream? He had a hard time believing it, the scent of that fawn was so real, he could practically taste it. Gialla snorted at his foolishness and stood up, shaking the creekside sand from his fur. He has real hunting to do now. Suddenly the scent of deer whistled to his nose and he stood alert, his eyes wide to see better in the dark. Then he relaxed, growling at himself. He was just remembering the scent from the dream. Then it came again and Gialla knew that this was no dream scent. This deer was very close. That must be why I dreamed about it! Gialla instantly dropped to a crouch, being careful to keep his tail as still as possible. A bright yellow movement was seen as a threat to deer, it always was. THe scent was mixed with a milk scent so Gialla knew it was either a mother doe or a fawn. He hoped it was the mother because that meant the fawn would be around the forest somewhere. That is, if another creature lurking in the dark hadn't picked it off already.

He padded silently across the mushy forest floor, the damp leaves near the creek were noiseless as he walked along. Suddenly the scent started to wane so he turned around, searching with his nose until the scent became clearer again. In the dark, his nose became his eyes; for when he was just a young Smili he was outside all day in the bright sun, giving him his vibrant markings but left him to have below average night vision. He felt it had improved a little bit since his younger years, but it was not good enough to completely rely on. Gialla stopped suddenly as the scent overpowered him. He scanned the grassy clearing in front of him but saw no looming figures, meaning his prey was a fawn. Tension released from his muscles and his brain was no longer prepared for a chase. It was very unlikely that a fawn would try to run from him, or that it would see or scent him. The fawn simply tucked itself away in the grass, hoping an eagle or hawk wouldn't see it. Gialla was a relatively new predator to this part of the forest and the does hadn't yet adapted. He began rooting through the grass fronds for a little brown and white furball. Then a glimmer in his peripheral vision caught his attention. A toucan had landed behind him and began digging away at a fallen fruit. It began making quite a bit of noise, sending Gialla's aggressive behavior spiking. He swung out a large paw and the toucan screeched, flapping noisily away. Then a rustle in the grass made him freeze. A fawn stood on shaky legs, standing up and flicking its ears at the nighttime bugs. What a stupid animal! Gialla thought, smirking at his next kill. The glint from his teeth in the moonlight made teh fawn freeze. It was too late for the baby creature and it knew it.

Gialla stepped forward, flexing his claws and the fawn just stared at him with eyes as big as the moon itself.
"Goodbye." He murmured, leaping into the air. And this time, it was not a dream.


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Number:
16

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Name:
He does not go by any name. Over the centuries, both humans and animals alike have given him many names. These include, but are not limited to, Soul Snatcher, the One Who Breathes Death, and Animal Haunt.
No official name has ever been given.
-see end of background-


Species:
Their species is a rare one, which shares the same taxa as Hellhounds. There is some confusion about the species, but it is believed to be a shape-shift of sorts. Similar to the Hellhound, however, its cry is an omen of death. Most certainly, no set species is known, as they take the shape and species of whatever structure they possess.

Personality:
He is not a living being, and has no real "personality" of sorts, but he is a bringer of death, and likewise enjoys death.
Pain and suffering surround him naturally, and he has no problem with this.

Likes:
Darkness, as well as death. He prefers to blend, to remain unnoticed until the very last second.

There are very few things he "likes". He has no preference. His so called "life" is a redundant and boring circle, always coming back to the same points. He has no time nor effort to like.


Dislikes:
Likewise, bright lights tear through him, causing a searing pain to run through him.

Background :

Life is hard.

Death is easy...

~*~*~*~

No knowledge of how he came to be, no father, mother, nor name. In order to live, or rather, survive, he must feed from the souls of others. The Native Americans say that one's soul can be seen in their bones. This is true.

~*~*~*~

He is a reaper of sorts. He collects souls of animals nearing their end. He cannot speak, but he communicates in a way unknown to most.

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Animals are not named in the same sense as humans. They are called what suites them, based on appearance or ability. He earned his name differently than most, though he earned it nonetheless.He could sense when it would end. When all breathe and life would be severed from the body, leaving an empty casing behind. This day was like all others, to the outside eye.

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It was a harsh winter, ice covered the ground, killing all plant life. Animals were starving, the young and weak picked off by larger animals, or left to die in the cold. Those that survived scavenged, their ribs jutting from their skin. The underbrush was brittle and dead, providing little assurance of safety to the many who seeked refuge from the dogs. Man came often, bringing smoke and pain. Dogs followed, causing terror to spread.

Due to hunger, many animals would foolishly stay near to Man's camp. There was often food here, as well as warmth.

Unfortunately, dogs never missed these visits, and would often catch these poor souls, tearing them as viciously appart as they could manage before Man stepped in.

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He stared blankly into the eyes of one about to go. As life left its quivering body, he made no motion of sadness, or of despair.
He moved on.

Another moment, another life.

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The braken-colored pelt of a young she-rabbit flashed through the underbrush, as he stalked from the shadows, waiting for the impact at which he could intercede. Her dark amber eyes flitted back and forth, watching the deep woods behind her. Baying of hounds could be heard in the distance, their wheezy howls stretching out far behind. Far off into the depth, their footfall could be heard thudding on the damp pine needles which covered the forest floor. She had almost eluded them now, making her way above the rise. Perhaps he had been wrong perhaps this was not her time. Or so he hoped. She cleared the rise, confidence sparking in her eyes, as a rifle clicked. The shot came next.

He shifted slowly towards her, watching her sides heave as she gasped for air. Buckshot had entered her throat and lungs, it had been an unclean shot. Blood dripped off her whiskers, trickling down her neck. She was dying a slow, suffocating death.

Her eyelids flickered heavily. “S-so it's my time, then?” He nodded vaguely. “You've come to take me away now.” She breathed heavily, blood sputtered from the wound, causing her to cough up yet more of the sticky red death. Her eyelids drooped. “What is your name?” Her honey amber eyes glanced up at him, before falling again.

They call me...

She raised her head slightly, shaking blood from her nose. “No. I asked your name. Not what they call you. My name is Fleet. You don't have a name, do you?” Suddenly, he took great interest as each pine needle on the ground, denying her gaze. “Roux. I name you Roux.”

He nodded slowly. Yes, yes. This was his name. Roux.

Her breathe now came in gasps, her eyes clouded. The baying of the hounds in the distance had gotten noticeably closer, time was running out.

“Take me quickly Roux. Please.”

She did not beg. She was asking a favor.

A tear would have fallen from his eye, had that ability been given to him. He watched as her soul departed her mangled body, the body which was now still, the life gone from those bright eyes. By the time the dogs reached her, she was gone.

So was he.

Name:
Roux

Personality:
Quiet, he has a deep respect for life. He no longer enjoys death, although he remains firm in his belief that it is the inevitable end to life, although it may be too soon. He ponders life often, and quietly carries souls over.


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A few of his more common forms.

From the top:

Rat , Coyote , Hare , Whitetailed Deer , Red Tailed Hawk , Raccoon

-still work in progress-

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Number: 11
Picture:
Name: Mozu-Taka
I’ve decide to call this Smili Mozu-Taka, because it is a word the Japanese use to describe the Shrike. Literally translated it means Shrike-Hawk. I decided on a name to do with Shrikes because of a certain part of the story, during the fight scene with Panco. You’ll have to read it to find out the reason.
Species: Casmera Smili

Current Casmera Smili: [Name, Gender, Guardian's Name, Guardian's Species, Guardian's gender.]
Reneci, Female, Rasari, Raven, Female
Xanadu, Female, Zanzibar, Sparrowhawk, Male
Mozu-Taka, Female, Sirena, Great-Grey-Shrike, Female.

Personality:
Mozu-Taka is young, but not as playful as most Smilis, her troubled childhood made her old beyond her years. She grew up thinking she was an abomination, and therefore has little self-worth. She is shy, often hides away from the others, and pleasant, loving to just sit and talk for hours. On the other hand, she can get angry very quickly, and certainly has the temperament of a wild boar! She’s quick to learn and quite fleet of foot, though, like most Smilis, cannot run very far. She loves cubs and has often filled in for absent cub-sitters, though many an angry Smili mother has chased her off on their return.
When working with the females, berry gathering and such, she’s often watched the males of her tribe out hunting, or sparring with the other males, and longed for their freedom.
When you’re one of the protectors of the tribe, no-one cares what you look like, just as long as you fight well.

And in Mozu-Taka’s case, she fights very well.

Likes:
Her two ‘travel companions,’ Ami, a young Japanese girl who can speak in the language of the Smili, and Sirena, a great grey shrike, never fail to make her cheerful. Mozu-Taka likes to watch birds playing in the trees, she loves the sight of the sun setting over the beautiful lakes where she lives, but hates the thought of swimming. She loves to hunt fish, has a curious and just downright weird method of catching them; hanging from a overhanging tree branch with her tail and scooping the fish out with her claws.

Because of her strange tusk-like fangs, Mozu-Taka finds it hard to hunt like the other Smilis, instead of lunging and closing her jaws to deliver the killing bite, she has to open her mouth BEFORE lunging, making it difficult to see, so she prefers to fish, causing many silly remarks about Fishing Cats.

Mozu-Taka loves her namesakes, the pretty, swooping shrikes, impaling small mammals and insects on their deadly sharp beaks. Indeed, Mozu-Taka’s best friend is a great grey Shrike by the name of Sirena. Mozu-Taka met Sirena shortly after she ran away from the den, and though she is great friends with the Casmera Reneci, the Raven Smili and her daughter Xanadu, the sparrowhawk Smili, Sirena remains her best friend, just as Reneci’s Raven, Rasari and Xanadu’s Sparrowhawk, Zanzibar, are their closest companions, though Ami, the young Japanese girl who saved Mozu-Taka’s life, and is able to speak in the language of Smili, comes pretty close.
Above all, Mozu-Taka loves being with her friends in what she feels is her true home, the tribe of the Casmera Smili.

Dislikes: Mozu-Taka, though she likes many things, has a real hatred of an awful lot of other things, such as swimming. Most, if not all Smilis hate and are scared of of the water and though Mozu-Taka isn't scared of it, she hates how water can be so powerful and deadly, yet not solid, and not fightable.
Stangely, though she loves fighting, there is nothing she hates more than total war, when innocent people/Smilis/Animals, are killed. There's only one thing she hates more- bullies.
Having been bullied for most of her cub-hood, Mozu-Taka hates how people gang up on others, just because they're different. She spends a lot of her times hunting down bullies and telling them off, when she's not fighting or hunting that is. Mozu-Taka dislikes the Rena, her birth tribe, for reasons to be explained in her history, and especially it's two 'evil' leaders, Panco, and his son, Parco.

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We sleep.
The bright moon watches over us.
We hunt,
A deadly sea of twitching tails,
Deer pause,
The smell of Smili reaches them.
They run,
Nostrils dilated, eyes rolling in fear.
Hooves pound,
But the deer cannot escape.
We pounce,
Our prey falls,
We roar,
A chorus of a hundred voices,
A song of triumph,
As our manes float free,
As we hunt, eternally.

A song drifts through the trees towards you, and you pause, who is singing?
You were looking for the legendary cat that supposedly lives in these forests, not a human girl!
Suddenly, a small grey-black bird lands in front of you.
You recognise it as a shrike, a great grey, but are confused as to why it's here, it's not native to these forests.
A snarling voice comes out of a tree, but not speaking in a language any human would understand, oh no, the series of feline growls and miaows are of a language that sends all wildlife running for cover.
It's the language of the wild Smili.

"What's wrong, Sirena?" A very small female Smili with brown and cream fur frowns as it peers out of the tree.
It's fangs curve upwards, giving you the impression it has tusks.
"Oh NO." It groans, spotting you. "Come to mock me, have you? Get out-away, before I have to attack you!"
A beautiful Japanese human girl suddenly appears next to the tree, a small knife in her hand.
"Mozu-Taka!" She says in Smili. "Is this animal a danger?"
Both the Smili that the girl had called Mozu-Taka and the girl pause, listening as you explain.
"You heard about us living here , and wanted to hear our story?" Mozu-Taka says, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Then you better sit down, you too, Ami." The Smili looks at the girl. "We'll be here a while."
As you and the human called Ami sit down, Mozu-Taka leaps down beside you and stretches, yawning, then begins.

"My name is Mozu-Taka of the Casmera..."
The words wash over you, as slowly the story unfolds…
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Mozu-Taka always knew she was different, a freak of nature, not meant to be, but she didn’t wish ill of anyone! It wasn’t her fault that when that cruel and harsh leader, Panco, had sneered at her, she’d lashed out, with her strange upwards curving fangs no-one thought she could hurt anyone by lashing out.

No-one had thought that she could use her tusk-like fangs, as tusks.

She’d swung her head upwards as she leapt, and Panco had staggered back, bleeding heavily. “You… You freak, you SHRIKE! You’ve stabbed me!” He’d screamed, then slumped to the floor and fallen silent.

“FATHER!” A shrill voice had cried, and Parco, the leader’s son had leapt forward, eyes blazing with hatred. “Freak! You had better run!”

Mozu-Taka had run, run far away.
She’d never meant to hurt anyone.

-

There were Warriors of the tribe following her, she could tell by the crashing as they blundered through the undergrowth, racing unsuccessfully to try and cut her off.
Mozu-Taka was running along the tree branches, using her tail to balance, her small size made her better for climbing trees as there was less chance they would break.
She scurried quickly along a thin bough, hearing a snarl just behind her, and leapt to the next branch, continuing to run.
The branch shook as something heavy landed on it, and milliseconds later there was another snarl and someone leapt at her. Mozu-Taka ducked and darted backwards, causing the warrior to land harmlessly in front of her, then ran straight at him.
The male grinned in anticipation.
At the last moment, she threw herself off the branch, using her tail to swing back up on the other side of the confused warrior, who roared in anger and leapt at her.
This time he couldn’t miss.

A shrill ‘KWWWEEEEEEEEE!’ marked the entrance of a furious bird, a great grey shrike that dived at the warrior, making him cower and cover his eyes.
Mozu-Taka smiled at the bird and ran on through the trees.
Run, run, run, jump, run, run, run, JUMP! She thought.

After a while she became aware of someone following her, running very fast along the branch above her, and also on the ground below.
She risked stopping, and looking up, and it was this tiny detail that may have saved her life. Above her was Parco, ready to pounce.

-

He jumped down, obviously aiming to knock her onto the warrior-covered ground below, but because she had stopped, he overshot and nearly fell himself.
Mozu-Taka took the opportunity and shot along the branch, towards the huge gap between one tree and the next, with a river in between. She was breathing hard, not used to so much exercise, and the sight of the massive gap terrified her, but she kept going, closer and closer, until she was only half a metre away. Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit- JUMP! Gathering her hindquarters, Mozu-Taka threw herself into the void.

-

Time stood still, and she was flying, the river neither getting any closer, or further away. She opened her mouth and shrieked, and with that piercing sound, time began to work again and she stretched her forepaws out as she fell towards the river below.

-

Mozu-Taka dimly heard Parco’s roar of frustration that his quarry had fled, but most of her concentration was on the fact that she was falling.
I’M GOING TO DIE! Her mind screamed, and, unable to watch her own impending death, Mozu-Taka shut her eyes.

A sudden impact on the right hand side of her body winded her and made her eyes snap open, just as she landed on the other side of the river, amongst the undergrowth.
A shadowy Smili was standing, with it’s back to her, a little distance away.
“Go to the bird-Smili, find the Casmera, and find your destiny.” It said in a silky voice.
Picking herself up, Mozu-Taka stared at the Smili, who must have slammed into her in mid-air so that she didn’t fall into the river, and nodded.
The shrike re-joined her, which made Mozu-Taka slightly happier.
“Hello, Shrike, I’m Mozu-Taka.” She joked, and was very surprised when the Shrike replied. “Hello, Mozu-Taka, I’m Sirena. I’m your guardian, and will return just after midnight.” And then flew off.
Mozu-Taka looked at the spot the bird had been in with wide, confused eyes, then continued on.

-

Eventually, Mozu-Taka found a clearing and entered.
SNAP!
The rope Mozu-Taka had unknowingly been standing on tightened around her ankle and shot upwards, suspending Mozu-Taka by her left foreleg with a zip sound.
“Aaah!” Mozu-Taka yowled, struggling to escape. “Help! I’m having an awful day!”
The rope snare had been set up well, and though she struggled to get her teeth near the rope, she couldn’t break free.

It was still light, but getting darker, and suddenly Mozu-Taka was struck with a terrible thought; what if the thing that had set this, most likely a human, came back? They were sure to check their traps regularly and Sirena wasn’t going to be back until midnight! The thought gave her fresh strength and she desperately tried to break the rope, but as the daylight dimmed, her struggles became weaker and weaker and finally ceased, leaving her hanging there like a dead thing.

-

A twig snapping underfoot alerted Mozu-Taka to the presence of something else, creeping around outside the clearing, and for a second Mozu-Taka was terrified that the trap-setters had returned, but a second later her fears were cancelled, as a quiet voice called out in the series of yowls, roars and snarls that the Smili used to communicate. “Who is… there?” It called hesitantly.
Mozu-Taka sighed, it sounded like a lone Smili, probably a female, and they wouldn’t be able to help. “Be careful Sister, there are trap-setters in the area.” She replied.
“I…am aware of…that.” Once again the sound of hesitant Smili reached Mozu-Taka’s ears, but this time it was followed by a series of loud cracking noises, showing that something taller than a Smili was entering the clearing.
“Run, Sister! They are here!” She yowled, as something pushed through the bush marking the outside of the clearing.

-

A young Japanese human girl stood, eyes wide, at the end of the clearing.
She was wearing a red, black, orange and pink artificial pelt, and had her long black mane tied back with a red tail ring. At least, that’s what Mozu-Taka thought
She said something in an unfamiliar language, something like “Oupourthing”
As the girl approached, Mozu-Taka snarled and tried to struggle, but was too weak.
The girl made a hissing noise through her teeth and took a small knife out of her pocket.
On seeing the knife, Mozu-Taka yowled in fear and tried to escape, but the girl walked up to a nearby tree and slashed at something tied round it. The rope holding Mozu-Taka immobile dropped her on the floor, and she crouched for a moment, frozen with fear, then turned, ready to dash into the forest.

She had gone 3 steps when she heard the human yell something after her.
“STAY!” The girl called, and Mozu-Taka turned to face her in disbelief.
She had understood the girl… because the girl was talking in Smili.

-

“Please stay, I… can…help you.” The girl said, her language broken and barely comprehendible. “I am… friend.”
At least, that was what Mozu-Taka thought the girl said.
In fact, the girl was saying the Japanese word for friend, which was very close to the Smili sound for friend.
“What’s yours?” The girl said, slightly more confident.
At last, Mozu-Taka got it; she was talking about the name that meant friend.
“Ami? Your name is Ami?” She asked, still wary of this young human.
“Yes… what’s yours?” Ami replied.
The Smili paused before answering. “Mozu-Taka.” She finally said.
Ami laughed and clapped her hands together, a noise that startled Mozu-Taka.
“Shrike? It suits you!”
Mozu-Taka hissed, baring her teeth at Ami’s hands.
Ami looked confused. “All I did was bang my… paws together.”
“Bad noise!” Mozu-Taka hissed, eyes wide.
Ami rolled her eyes. “Oh for goodness sakes! You know what caused it!”
“Bad. Noise.” Mozu-Taka said stubbornly.
Sirena swooped down and sat on the floor.
“If you are going to find the bird-Smili, we will need to move.” She peeped.
Ami stopped trying to convince Mozu-Taka that clapping was okay and looked up interestedly. “The Casmera? I know their glade.” She cried excitedly, “you’re going there? I can help guide.”
Mozu-Taka smiled [ish, it’s hard to smile when you are a Smili] “Fine, but lets get going.” She laughed, and leapt to her feet.

-

It had been an hour, and Ami had an irritating habit of singing human songs while they walked, Mozu-Taka noticed, as she turn around again to tell the girl to shut up. “Ami! We’re trying to be- whoa.” She cut off as she stared around at the beautiful clearing.
“We’re here.” The girl smiled, stopping her song. “Welcome to the tribe of the Casmera.”

-

A purply-black Smili came forward smiling, a raven the exact colour of her fur sitting on her shoulder. “Welcome, Mozu-Taka, Sirena... and Ami.” The Smili said, with a quizzical look at Ami. “I am Reneci, and this is my guardian, Rasari the raven.”
Mozu-Taka recognized her as the one who had saved her by the river, and wanted to thank her, but just then a small brown, cream, beige and tan Smili cub ran forward, a fledgling sparrowhawk hopping behind her.
“Mummy!” The cub squeaked. “New people, Mummy?”
The sparrowhawk looked hungrily at Sirena, who bristled.
Reneci laughed. “This is my daughter, Xanadu, and her guardian, Zanzibar the saprrowhawk, now, welcome to the tribe.”

-

To this day, Mozu-Taka, Sirena and Ami have wondered how Reneci knew exactly why they were there.

They have never found out.




A picture you drew: Mozu-Taka and Sirena meeting Ami
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I would like to adopt!

Number: 8.

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Name: Icewind ("Wind")

Species: Male Leopard Wolf.

Personality:
Icewind is a rather flirty leopard wolf, often using cheesy pick-up lines or flattery to earn a lady's affection. His relationships never last long though. Although he has a weakness for females, he's a powerful and loyal warrior. He has trouble forgiving others though and can get extremely defensive when questioned or faced with an argument. Icewind loves to joke around and enjoys his off time. Though, he can get a little bit clumsy and careless. Overall, he usually means well and he's a rather friendly and cheerful soul. Though, he loves challenges and rivalry.

Likes:
-Adrenaline Rushes-: Yup, Icewind is an adrenaline junkie. He loves thrills and dangers, fights and arguments, anything to get that adrenaline pumping.
-Fighting-: Icewind loves to show off his battle skills and impress the ladies. He also gets a thrill from it and it makes him feel important.
-Being Needed-: Icewind always needs to know he has a place in the world. He likes to be needed and appreciated.
-Females-: Well, he loves to flirt and be admired!
-Challenges-: Whether it's an argument, a huge foe or a long run, Icewind is willing to take it on. He's courageous and feels the need to prove himself often.
-Jokes-: Icewind loves to laugh and goof around. He also likes to make others laugh.

Dislikes:
-Puzzles and Mind Games-: Icewind is more of a brawn type then a brains. He'd rather solve his problems with his athletic abilities.
-Being Doubted-: Icewind thinks highly of himself and hates to be disrespected.
-Hot Places-: Icewind is used to the cold mountains, his thick coat doesn't do well in the hot sun.
-Boring Days-: Icewind always needs something to do. He can't stand just sitting around.
-Traitors-: Icewind can't stand those who betray the pack. Being extremely loyal, he has to be able to trust others in order to like them even the slightest bit. He takes a dislike to anyone who even seems like they would betray him or the pack.

Background:
About Where Icewind Lives:

Icewind lives in a pack of warrior snow leopard wolves in the mountains. Their rivals are the jungle leopard wolves who live in the forests down below. Their dispute has gone on for generations after generations over the great crystal stone that lies between the mountain and the jungle. It has unknown magical properties and some leopard wolves have been known to be granted special powers by being blessed by the crystal. The two packs think that if they are able to unlock the secrets of the crystal, they will be granted eternal power. Icewind found that he was granted the power to speak to birds upon his last visit to the crystal. There are very few leopard wolves who have been granted with something among the two packs.

Icewind and Makibishi

Icewind stood on top of one of the snowy slopes that looped around the great mountain his pack lived on. In front of him, one of the ice caves lay. This ice cave was completely coated in ice, perfect for slide-racing.
"Ready, Stonebound?" Icewind growled to his best friend.
"Icewind, are you sure this is a good idea...?" Stonebound asked nervously.
"Sure it is!" Icewind barked excitedly, extending his claws to grip the pine bark he stood on. Stonebound stood on a similar piece, they had stripped it from a few pine trees on their way to the ice caves. Leopard wolves had retractable claws, just like real leopards did. But they had the fangs and body of a wolf. They could climb and they had the balance of leopards. The wolf combined with the leopard was a deadly combination. "One... two... THREE!" Icewind howled, pushing off with his hind legs. The makeshift sled slid off of its perch and gained speed like lightning.
"EEEAAH!" Stonebound wailed as the he slid after Icewind.
"Hehe Yeah!" Icewind yelled as they slid into the ice caves at a breakneck pace. The wind whipped through Icewind's thick coat as he rushed through the caves, slipping and sliding on the perfectly smooth ice. "Whoo! I'm gonna beat ya again, Stonebound!" Icewind laughed. Icewind took a deep breath of the fresh cold air, chilling his lungs and closed his eyes. He allowed his imagination to run wild, feeling like he was soaring through the sky. Though, suddenly, thump, Icewind's thrilling ride was halted as he ran into something fluffy and muscular. Blinking his eyes open, he slowly looked up and recognized the stern figure of his father. "Father..." Icewind grumbled the greeting unwillingly. He heard Stonebound skid to a halt behind him.
"Icewind, what are you doing?!" his father, Timberblaze snapped. He was a huge leopard wolf with dark grey fur and jet black markings. He had a fleshy scar across one of his eyes, the prize won from one of his battles with the jungle pack. His claws were black and his tail was thin, he wore the fang of a jungle warrior around his neck by a dried out vine. He was also the leader of the pack.
"I'm... Sledding?" Icewind grinned.
"You should be training! The jungle pack could attack at any minute!" Timberblaze snarled.
"Okay, okay..." Icewind grumbled, flattening his ears in submission.
"This is no time to be goofing around, Icewind." Timberblaze growled gruffly, turning away. "Tensions are high, even the clouds say so." Icewind looked to the sky, seeind dark grey clouds blowing towards the mountain. All Icewind could think to do was grunt in agreement. "Report to Nettlestreak as soon as possible. Stonebound could use some training too." Icewind saw Stonebound flinch from the corner of his eye.
"Yes, Father." Icewind whined and with that, Timberblaze stalked away.
"Jeez, your Dad is scary." Stonebound commented, breathing a sigh of relief. Icewind could feel his heart burning in fiery rage. He thought that he was a good warrior, Stonebound was pretty decent too! "Icewind?" Stonebound's voice cut his thoughts off.
"Right... Let's go." Icewind sighed, pushing himself to his paws reluctantly. Icewind began to pad through the chilling snow with Stonebound at his side. No matter where you went, it was pretty cold on the mountain. There were few hunting grounds because there was little vegetation besides pine trees on the mountain. Most of it was just rock.
"Do you really think there will be a battle soon?" Stonebound spoke up.
"Nah... the Jungle wimps wouldn't dare attack us." Icewind grinned.
"I hope you're not jinxing us." Stonebound grumbled flatly.
"Awh, cheer up, Stonebound." Icewind sighed, "Everyone around here is so melancholy."
"That's because everyone around here takes life seriously except you!" Stonebound snickered.
"Hey!" Icewind laughed, nudging his friend. Finally, the two arrived at the training ground. A flat place made entirely of stone. Already, a few leopard wolves were training vigorously. Icewind rolled his eyes, he'd never been the dedicated type when it came to repetitive training. A dark brown leopard wolf with blazing green eyes whipped around and glared straight at Stonebound and Icewind. Stonebound's eye twitched and he nervously whispered,
"Icewind... Nettlestreak is staring at us...." Icewind pinned his ears back and puffed out his chest.
"Hey, Nettle!" he shouted. Immediately, the wolf's expression hardened and she leaped over to Stonebound and Icewind. Stonebound flinched, but Icewind stood his ground.
"Do not call me by an informal name." she snarled.
"Y-Yes, M'am." Stonebound stuttered, quivering.
"Whatever, Nettlestreak." Icewind growled. Nettlestreak snarled again,
"That is it, Icewind! I don't care if you're Timberblaze's son! You will obey me!" Nettlestreak was the best fighter in the entire pack. She wasn't the strongest, but she had the best fighting moves of anyone. It's said that she once trained with the grizzly bears.
"I'll take whatever you throw at me." Icewind growled. He heard Stonebound gulp loudly beside him.
"You think you're so good." Nettlestreak growled gruffly. "I'll show you a move that you won't soon be able to imitate." Nettlestreak turned and bounded over to one of the other leopard wolves, murmuring something to him. He nodded and followed Nettlestreak back over to Icewind and Stonebound. "Watch carefully." Nettlestreak glared. Icewind simply shrugged, feeling a spark of accomplishment as he saw annoyance glint in Nettlestreak's eyes. Nettlestreak turned to the other leopard wolf that Icewind recognized as Snowtop. Weakling. "Lunge at me, Snowtop." Nettlestreak demanded, and the smaller wolf leaped at her. Nettlestreak jumped straight up into the air, twisted and landed straight on Snowtop's hindquarters. Snowtop yelped and sat down, Nettlestreak had her paw on Snowtop's tail. "See? It forces your opponent to submit, plus you have them by the tail when you're done. Thank you, Snowtop." Nettlestreak growled. Snowtop nodded timidly and scampered away, back to practicing with someone that was her level. "You can practice with Stonebound until you get it right." Nettlestreak snapped, then bounded away, back to the students she was previously teaching.
"Peh! Piece of doe." Icewind snuffed. Turning to Stonebound, he crouched into an attacking position. "C'mon, Stonebound! Attack me like a silly little jungle leopard wolf!" Stonebound looked unsure, but regardless, lowered himself into an attacking position.

(Not able to finish, but you may judge it regardless. <3)

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I would like to adopt!

Number: 17.

Picture:


Name: Riku

Species: Kitsune (Fox Spirit) With Hoshi No Tama (Star Balls.)

Personality:
Although Riku was once a lively and rebellious fox, ever since his destiny came true, Riku has mellowed out. He now gives wise advice to the living and tells his tale of how he became the way he is. He's calm and never raises his voice. He doesn't believe in getting angry, wrath or revenge. Though other spirits tell him he has no feelings, he believes he does and always wants to help others. He thinks of himself as a caring and helpful spirit and he preforms his duties diligently.

Likes:
-Giving Advice-: Riku feels that if he gives others advice, he can prevent things like what happened to him from happening to others. He has many regrets and would do anything to help others prevent regrets that weigh as heavily on them as his do.
-Quiet Evenings-: He enjoys watching the sun drown behind the horizon and the beautiful fiery colors that come with it. He's not a fan of noise in general, so quiet, peaceful evenings help refresh him for his duty.
-Helping Others-: He wishes that he could have accepted help from the foxes who offered it in his past. Therefore, he likes to extend his abilities and help others.
-Doing His Job Well-: He feels that it makes up for the things that he did wrong in his past. If the world is happy, so is he.
-Seeing Things Turn Out Right-: Nothing turned out quite right for him, so he likes to see things turn out right for others.
-Learning More Than He Already Knows-: He loves to learn new things so he can share it with the less fortunate. Wisdom and learning are powerful things, he wants to share that with those who never had a chance to listen or read.
-Paintings and Other Forms of Art-: Things that others have done to express themselves warm Riku's heart. He likes to see the inspirations and thoughts of others portrayed in such beautiful forms.

Dislikes:
-Seeing Others Distressed-: He feels it strikes him in the heart to see others suffering. He doesn't think anyone deserves to suffer unless they've caused others to suffer.
-Watching Someone's Built Up Hopes Come Crashing Down-: It causes him pain and reminds him of his past and what could have been.
-Beings who Live only to Seek Revenge-: Riku doesn't believe in revenge and seeks to help others understand that. Those who only seek revenge have darkness in their hearts.
-Disrespect-: He believes that almost every living thing deserves respect unless they've done something to take away that privilege. Riku holds respect close to his "heart".
-Loud, Unnecessary Noise-: Riku doesn't have a reason for this, he just hates it. It hurts his sensitive ears and he hates things like yelling and construction noises that tear away at nature.

Background:
A path foretold, but the wild side rebels.
Deep within the Firefly Forest, a mother lay on her side, gasping for breath. Her mate sat beside her, brushing his bushy tail along her flank comfortingly. Finally, with her last burst of strength, her kit was born. She lay there panting heavily, but a smile quickly beginning to curl her lips. Her mate bent down and began to lick the kit vigorously. It let out a squeal and her mate sighed in relief. The kit was a deep, luscious red with faded, but beautifully natural markings.
"What shall we name him?" The she-fox's mate's deep voice questioned. The mother thought for a moment, gazing curiously at her kit. He pushed the kit into the mother's soft, belly fur to protect him from the autumn chill. The wind whispered gently, almost as if it was holding back for this new life.
"Riku..." The vixen breathed, putting her head down again and closing her eyes with pleasure. "His name will be Riku..." she sighed. Her mate smiled and settled down beside her, wrapping his bigger body around her smaller one. Together, with the newborn kit, they drifted to sleep, letting the dimming sounds of the forest swallow them up, like the black of the night swallows the earth.
The sun arose the next morning, bathing the forest in its milky, pale dawn light. The birds began to whistle their chiming tunes and the bees began to buzz from flower to flower. The father woke, a smile immediately playing on his lips as he saw his mate and child. The vixen's eyes fluttered open like a butterfly's wings and she peered up at her mate with her periwinkle eyes.
"Good morning, Cryl." she spoke lovingly.
"And to you, Bluebell." Cryl answered, stroking his tongue along her head. Little Riku stirred and squeaked for milk. Bluebell nosed her son to her belly and he began to suckle hungrily. The two parents sighed as one, watching with proud eyes. Though, a haunted look leaped into Bluebell's eyes.
"Cryl..." she gasped softly, pointing at a faded marking that she hadn't noticed earlier. It looked like a crescent moon. Cryl narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
"A fluke. That means nothing." he growled.
"Cryl." Bluebell said seriously, looking up at her mate, "Be serious, we must take him to Tavi when he grows older."
"Fine, but only when he grows older, maybe that marking will disappear." Cryl huffed, pushing himself to his paws. And with that, he leaped away, in search of food. Bluebell was left to stare at her son's marking, worry stirring in her heart.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Year Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Riku was chasing after a tiger swallowtail butterfly through the open meadow that was just outside of Firefly Forest.
"C'mere butterfly! I won't bite! Much..." Riku growled playfully, swishing his tail as he did. Riku pounced, though, caught nothing. Sneezing from the pollen, he got back to his paws, only to see his father looming over him. "What, Father? What's with that look?" Riku grimaced, sitting down.
"Don't disrespect, Riku." Cryl snapped. "Look, we're going to Tavi today." he growled, turning and expecting his son to follow.
"Tavi? That old hag?" Riku groaned. He knew this fox. It was that old, blind albino fox which lived in the swamps not far away.
"What did I just tell you?" Cryl snarled at his son. "Let's go." Pinning his ears back, Riku followed after his father grudgingly. It seemed his father expected so much of him. To become a "Well-groomed and well-mannered fox." Riku didn't want to be a polite suck-up. He wanted to be wild and free, to explore outside of the Firefly forest. Maybe even become a great warrior of the Shuri Tribe that was only a day's walk away. He heard great things about those foxes. The didn't let anyone mess with them! Riku was daydreaming happily until he ran into his father from behind.
"Pay attention, Riku!" Cryl sighed, giving up on using anger on his son. Riku then noticed the swampy smell that was wafting around him. Looking past his father, he saw that they were at the edge of the swamp. A thick fog hung in the air, Riku couldn't see very far in front of him.
"Ugh..." Riku grumbled under his breath, wrinkling his nose as he took his first squishy step into the swamp. His paw sunk down a few inches into the mud and every step that the two foxes took, there was a sucking sound as they pulled their paws from the hungry mush. Steadily, the two foxes squished through the swamp. Suddenly, a sickly-sweet, rotting smell hit Riku's nose. "Blergh!" Riku exclaimed, jumping backwards.
"Don't be rude..." Cryl hissed to Riku, indicating forwards. Riku looked up to see a ghostly, fox-like figure in front of him. It was Tavi. Her fur hung off of her bones, which were all clearly visible. Her pink eyes were clouded with blindness and there was barely any fur left on her tail. You could see some of her organs through her pale skin where the fur was falling away. Riku gulped, butterflies stirring in his stomach.
"Come closer..." Tavi's voice was raspy and barely more than a whisper. Riku could see that some of her teeth were missing and most of the ones that remained were chipped and marred with holes. Riku gave his father a disgusted and unsure look. Cryl glared and motioned with his muzzle for Riku to go. Heart thumping in his chest, Riku crept up to the old fox. Immediately, a rough paw was slapped onto his forehead and the old fox began to murmur spells and vexes under her breath. Riku stood there, trembling, his pupils dilated. He had no idea what this fortune teller was going to curse him with. The fog around the foxes began to swirl ominously. Riku heard his father gasp under his breath. Riku's muscles were tensed up so tightly, that it ached. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating some sort of spell to strike him. Though, he felt the wind die down and the fortune teller took her paw from his forehead. Riku stumbled backwards, still trembling in fear. He turned tail and began to dash away, but his father caught him by the scruff and sat him down again.
"Riku..." Tavi's ghostly voice spoke up, "You bear the Tsuki Mark, your destiny has been intertwined with the moon. Accept your destiny and seek out the sky. Only then... will your life be peaceful." At this, Riku began to laugh.
"Seriously? My destiny? I don't believe in destiny." Riku scoffed, all of his fears completely forgotten. "I make my own destiny." Riku growled.
"Don't be foolish-" Tavi began, but was cut off by Riku.
"Foolish? You're calling me foolish? You think you can tell fortunes you crazy old fox!" Riku snorted.
"Enough! We're leaving!" Cryl snarled. "I'm sorry for my son, thank you, Tavi." Cryl dipped his head to the elder, then butted his son in the flank. "Hurry up." Cryl growled. Tavi's sightless eyes stared after the two red foxes, her features looked as though she was troubled, though it was hard to tell. And with that, the wind swept Tavi away, no one heard from her again...
The red fox denies his destiny and the hoshi no tama fall...
Riku had left his parents a few months after his experience with Tavi, this was now his fifth month away from them. Foxes were solitary creatures as far as he knew anyway. He couldn't take the constant nagging about his destiny and how he shouldn't deny it. How was he supposed to seek out the sky anyway? It's not like the sky lived. Now, Riku sat on a rock that overlooked the Ronsha Lake. The fireflies that gave the forest its name danced around Riku, lighting up the black cloak of the night. Ever since his experience with Tavi, Riku refused to look at the sky. He didn't know why, but he always got a fluttery feeling in his chest when he raised his head even the slightest bit. Was he afraid? Afraid that the sky would take revenge on him for not seeking it out? That was ridiculous! He just had a strange marking on his thigh. It wasn't a Tsuki Mark or whatever, it was just... a marking... Why was he thinking about such things tonight? He'd lived carefree up until tonight. Tonight, he felt a strange feeling of anxiety. It stirred within his stomach and tingled throughout his whole body. His eyebrows furrowed in fear. Was something wrong with him? Grinding his teeth together, he clawed at the rock, trying to shake this weird feeling he had. Suddenly, the fireflies stopped glowing and the crickets stopped chirping. Everything went silent. The forest became dimmer and dimmer, until there was barely a glow lighting it. His heart began to thump rapidly on his chest. What was happening? Reluctantly, he forced himself to look at the sky. Riku's jaw immediately dropped. "Wh-What?" he gasped, his throat tight with fear. The stars were swirling and the moon gave off a reddish glow. It was full, but the sky wasn't beautiful at all. He remembered looking up at it when he was younger, enjoying the stars, thinking they were just fireflies who had flown up too far and gotten caught in the sky. The moon had always called to him, but now it repelled him. Stars began to fly down from the sky, straight at Riku. They were lightning quick, Riku had no time to move. Luckily, they just landed all around him, little did he know, they made a crescent moon shape. Scared out of his mind, Riku began to leap away, dodging through the numerous trees of the Firefly Forest. His lungs began to burn from all of the running as he gasped for breath, but he didn't care. Finally, he broke through the trees and into the flowery meadow. No cover. Whirling around, he bunched his muscles to spring back into the cover of the trees, but he was too late. A horrible pain began to rack his whole body, starting from the marking on his thigh. "Guh... Grr..." Riku groaned, his legs beginning to quiver. "Ah!" Riku winced as the pain turned into burning. The mark on his thigh began to glow silver. His legs crumbled under him and his body began to spasm because of all of the pain and burning.
"Riku." Riku's eyes flew open and his ears pricked despite the pain. He recognized that voice! Old Tavi! "You've denied your destiny... and now you will pay the price."
"E-Eh?! Old Tavi?" Riku gasped, struggling to stand back up, but the pain was too much. Tears stung at his eyes as he looked up at the sky once again. It wasn't its normal black, it was deep, blood red. "What's going on?" he cried desperately.
"You've denied your destiny..." Tavi's voice echoed. Normally, Riku would have been angry at the repetition, but he was far too frightened. A gleam appeared in the sky and the air became strangely chilled. Riku shivered despite the burning in his body. Riku's jaws parted in a silent scream as he saw what was rocketing towards him. A huge comet that glowed silver was heading straight at him and it didn't look like it was going to miss like the stars did. Crrrash! The stone landed right on top of Riku, hundreds of sickening cracks were heard. The whole world seemed to hold its breath, but surprisingly, Riku felt no pain. Slowly, he floated up from where the rock lay. He was a spirit. He was white with pale blue markings. The moon marking on his thigh was bigger and dotted with stars around it. His tail was now cloud-like and billowed out behind him. He found he could fly. "I-I-I'm dead..." he stuttered in disbelief. Three glowing spheres rose from where the comet fell on him and began to float around him. "What...?"
"Riku." It was Tavi's voice again. "You denied your destiny and now you have paid the price, but your debt hasn't been forgiven. You now must serve the moon. You are a spirit of the moon and you are now in charge of turning the tides. Your soul, heart and spirit reside in the hoshi no tama that now float around you. They are star balls, gems. They contain these. You can never get them back, but if you lose your hoshi no tama, you will cease to exist. Serve well, and your soul will never be forgotten."
"Now..." Riku breathed, turning his head to look at the moon. "Now... I understand... I will serve and hopefully redeem my pitiful life." With that, Riku floated up to the moon and sat upon it, gazing down on the earth. It looked tiny from where he sat, so far away. But his place was now in the sky, he couldn't live a normal life anymore. His fiery spirit had been taken, he was just a shell of his former self. Though, he knew he had to show he wasn't all bad. Hanging his head, Riku pondered. I never want this to happen to anyone... No good life should be burdened like I am... What would have happened if I followed my path? I guess it's too late to think about that...
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