Crystinalians -Open (Crystmas Raffles on Pg 60)

[Lirrie]

You have to buy them, but I have closed buying for now since there are alot of ticket in cirulation. As soon aas the custom numbers die down I'll reopen them.

[Tripp]

hello loves, i have a gift for you all
(C)zizanchan

[Lirrie]

we ha a new evil: on a test run :3

[Lirrie]

round is open

REMEMBER: If you got Sugestion last round please use them. We noticed alot of the same mistakes last round. ONLY add what is needed. Human objects, other than shiney thing dragons would pick up or cloth, does not belong in the cryst world.

starting from now on if you have a question do not post it :3 pm me or skrit and we will answer when one of us is on. This will help judges because we wont have to search through.

[Lirrie]

I have posted the requirment on the cages. Please read them and understand them before applying as these will be enforced this round.

The round with end on the 11th this time, which gives you a little under three weeks to make an acceptable form. Ask anything you need to but rember to pm species related question to me or skrit and we will answer when we can.

[NARANDA]

DO NOT FORGET THE REQUIREMENTS! We will only correct you or remind you ONCE by PM, after that, if you don't watch out for the qualifying lists I make, then you'll be disqualified and your forms will not count! Please remember this as I hate disqualifying people for ignoring our messages and helpful notes that could help you stay in the round and even win!

And guys, if you are unsure if something is allowed or not, or if you are wondering if your forms qualifies before I put the lists up, feel free to PM me. I am more then willing to read over forms and pick out things that are not allowed so you may fix them. I am also willing to answer any questions you may have! Don't be afraid! I am willing to help anyone and everyone! I would rather get PMs asking for help then have to disqualify you! Don't think you are annoying, ask me as many questions as you want/need! It makes me happy to see people want to get the species accurate!

[booklover789]

Pen number:
Three (3)

Designer:
azalea

Abnormalities:
None

Base:
Light red-brown

What Will You Use it For?
Yes, I will! I will use him in stories and with my other Crysts, which I will list below.
Chione, Caerwyn, Arjun, and Chanlyeya; Pardes and Mikah; Semantic Morphology; Lilach; Maggie; Ethylene; and Prudence
I will also try my best to get art of him, as he's simply gorgeous.
Seeing that this sweetheart already has a mate (she can be seen below), I would love to go through with the breeding if his mate's owner agrees.

Name:
Coeur

Male or Female? This name can fit both genders.
Ranking: Two and three-quarters out of five stars (2 3/4 out of 5)
Meaning: Heart
Origin: France

How I Personally Pronounce His Name:
coy-AIR

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heteroromantic Heterosexual

Status:
Mated

Looking?
Nope - he's all ready got a mate.

Mate:
Congelé
[Female Crystinalian. Designed by azalea and owned by watcher (who used to be called frappuccino).]

Personality:
Steadfast - Traditional - Reserved - Confident - Content - Logical - Calm - Patient - Serious

Coeur is steadfast, and doesn't budge when it comes to the things that matter to him. Be that his morals, personal beliefs, or his love for others, he won't be moved, no matter what others try to say about him. He is very strong in his beliefs, and doesn't take any flack about them from anyone. He loves others deeply. If someone tries to contradict what he knows is right, he'll stand his ground and will never give up - even if it means losing someone's trust in an argument. Because of this, Coeur tends to be a loner. He's certainly not the most social Cryst, and you probably won't find him around a large group of Crysts, at the center of attention. It's just not his style.

Coeur is very calm, and rarely loses his temper. He is very patient, as he doesn't get frustrated with others easily. He tries his hardest to be understanding and kind to those who are less intelligent than he, as he knows that no one likes to be made fun of.

He tends to lean more towards the serious side of the spectrum between joking and serious - he isn't a prankster and doesn't crack jokes, though he will laugh at them if he finds them funny...unfortunately, these times are few and far between. He rarely laughs, and doesn't generally smile a lot. However, he has often been seen with his mate smiling and laughing - she seems to be the only one who can actually illicit this attitude from him. His eyes often show what he's feeling more than his outward expression will, as his eyes are very expressive. Anyone who focuses on them will clearly see what he's thinking about, or at least be able to tell what his emotional state is at that moment. Because of this, his eyes are his least favorite part of his body. He feels that they betray what he is really thinking when, should he not have had such expressive eyes, his true emotions and thoughts wouldn't be seen at all.

Coeur seems to balance his mate out very well. She is aggressive, frank, straightforward, bold, strong-willed, and snarky - pretty much everything Coeur is not. However, these attributes only make Coeur love his mate even more, and because she is so different from him, they really complement each other well. They are the perfect pair of opposites, both harmoniously working together to make their relationship work well.

History:

Wind whipped through his thick fur, setting his amber eyes ablaze with its frozen quality. He disliked the cold weather with a passion, and wished he didn't live where he did. The things we do for those we love, he thought with a nod, turning his back to the wind, letting it ruffle his fur in the opposite direction as he padded back to the rock cave in the mountain. As he padded through the thick snow, feeling it crunch beneath his paws, he thought back to his childhood, remembering times long past.

The vibrations reached my paws before they did my ears. The few Crysts in our pack were moving around, and I could feel them. I was one month old, still at my mother's side. In another month I knew I'd be permitted to leave the cave where we lived. One more month 'til freedom.
While I was young, I often wanted to venture outside the safety of the cave. I disliked having to stay by my mother's side when my two older brothers had all ready been out and started their training for various things like gathering supplies and hunting. I wanted to not only be like them, but also to explore and see the world beyond what I all ready knew existed. There was so much more to do...and I was stuck, like a newborn, at my mother's side every single day.

I set a paw onto the warm dirt. Feeling euphoric, I raced out, my paws hitting the ground as fast as I could pump my small legs. I raced past green patches of grass and piles of dirt, no doubt pushed up by the underground prey that the elders had spoke to me of, saying they were the most difficult to catch, but were the most succulent to eat. Lost in my thoughts, I ran straight into a thorny bush.
I squealed in pain as the thorns scratched my pelt. I twisted, trying to free myself from the stabbing pain. They scratched my flesh and tore bits of my fur out whenever I turned.
I was stuck.
After wiggling about for a while, I managed to tear myself free, leaving several chunks of fur behind. I then ventured further on, getting close to a small forest that lay just outside our mountain home. I found a tree trunk that I liked, the rough bark pleasing to my soft pawpads.
A snap made me turn in horror.
I froze.
My eyes widened in fear.
I wanted to move, but found I couldn't.
I was rooted to the spot.

I was five weeks old when I first ventured out of the cave.
My mother was extremely cross with me when I returned, being carried by my older brother by the scruff of my neck. Even though I was relatively unharmed except for the few scratches I'd obtained and the missing patches of fur, my mother punished me by forbidding me to leave the cave again for another three weeks. She also had other Crysts of our pack watch over me.
I felt like a prisoner.

I was two years old. My skills had been honed. I had been trained.
I was ready to hunt.
I narrowed my eyes. My breathing came in rapidly as I pumped my legs up and down. I was racing after a particularly fast rodent, bent on catching it and not welcoming the option of being thwarted.
The rat escaped my outstretched claws.
I ran straight into a tree trunk.
The laughter of my older brothers surrounded me.
Pulling my claws out of the sharp bark, I flinched in pain.
I became very angry at them, but didn't lash out. I wouldn't do to them what my father had done to me on countless occasions. Instead, I took a deep breath and raced off into the undergrowth once again.
I returned with three rabbits hanging from my jaws.
My brothers never laughed at me again.

My father glared at me as I came back from another successful hunting trip with my brothers. "What are you doing back here at this time of night?"
I shrugged. "Hunting."
"Why are you late, then?"
"Took us awhile to haul the kill up the mountain. We went both to the forest and to the river, and as you know, the river is far away from here. So, that's why - "
"So you suggest we move just so that you have an easier time? What a ridiculous notion! Get out of my sight, boy. Don't let me catch you coming back late again - kill or no kill." He swatted the air, claws sharp and ready for an attack.
I ducked just in time for his paw to sail over my ears into open air.
My eyes narrowed and my tail bushed up in anger, I stalked to the back of the cave. If Mom hadn't died, you wouldn't be so cruel, Father, I thought in contempt.
My brothers brought over a fish that they'd caught by the stream, setting it in front of me. "Eat," the eldest commanded, smiling as he set a paw atop my head. "You hunted well today."
I pushed the fish in his direction. "You eat. You hunted just as well."
He smiled, removing his paw. Bending down without a word, he grabbed the fish and walked off.
My other brother smiled at me and then followed the eldest to the corner of the cave to split their kill.
My brothers loved me.
My father didn't.

I met Congelé when I was three years old. She was the same age as me.
I was out hunting in the forest, skirting pools of black water - the kind that smells as soon as you get too close; the kind that you never want to fall into; the kind that can be deadly if you drink them. The pools of clear water were further into the forest, and were harder to get to...but they always drew in the most succulent prey. As I padded towards the closest pool of clear water, a snapping sound made me freeze. In a moment, I dropped to the ground, crouching low in defense mode. I scented another Cryst close by, but I didn't recognize the smell. I could tell it was female, but nothing else.
Out of the bushes leapt a snarling Cryst, her light blue eyes lit with fury as she growled at me.
Had I not rolled to the side, she would have crushed me.
She was in fight mode, and slashed her claws in my direction.
I skirted her, growling in defense. "What's up with you? What have I done to deserve such fury?" I spat in her direction.
She snarled, leaping at me.
I skirted her again, still on defense.
"You're so stupid! You just scared away that deer!"
I ceased in my growling and took on a more apologetic stance. "Sorry. I didn't even see it."
"Clearly," she said, still angered that I'd ruined her potential kill.
We both crouched in the bushes, waiting for another creature to come up.
When the deer returned, I let her kill it.
She was fast.
Faster than even I had anticipated.
I'd barely even scented the thing before she had leapt out and killed it.
I was shocked and impressed at her skill. "You're a fine hunter," I complimented her, smiling as I watched her drag the large mammal back to where I was standing.
She set it down to answer. "Thanks. Maybe you're not so useless after all."
"Why's that?"
"You give good compliments," she said with a smirk. She bent down and picked up the deer again, racing off with it in tow. She didn't even seem bothered by the weight of such a large creature, and carried it as if it weighed no more than a rat.
I didn't see her again for another month.
I was down by the pond every week, catching excellent prey every time I went. I even caught a deer once - it took all my strength to pull it back up the mountain to the cave. The pack rejoiced when they saw that I had caught so much prey...but my father still looked at me with contempt.

The next month, I saw her again. She had caught four rabbits and two mice, and was dragging them away from the pond when I showed up. Setting them safely away under a pile of leaves, she glanced back at me. "Can I help you?"
I kneaded the ground with my paws. "Mind if I hunt with you today?"
"What, you don't think I can handle it by myself?" she snapped.
"I didn't mean that."
"Then why did you offer?"
I sighed, disheartened at how the conversation was going. "I just wanted some company," I said quietly.
She glanced back. I couldn't read the expression on her face. "Fine. Don't fall behind though. I won't be slowed down by you."
"I'll keep up," I said with a smile.

I became mates with Congelé when we were both seven years old. She told me of her tragic past, and I told her of mine - how my father didn't love me, how my mother died due to a sickness that we couldn't cure, and how my brothers were the only family members whom I currently trusted. She told me of how, when she was younger, she had fallen in love with her older brother. She was crushed when he denied her, but she had since rebounded from that. She had fallen in love with me, and was quite happier for it. Finally, she had found someone who loved her just as much as she'd once loved her brother.
Her brother didn't speak with her anymore, and had even moved away from her entire pack to distance himself from her. He became a loner. The only thing she had from him was a sandalwood necklace, which she kept with her at all times. This was similar to what I had kept from my mother - she had given me a bracelet with a small purple gem on it. She told me she'd traded the dragon Ätzende for it when she was younger, and had kept it as a sign of beauty. She gave it to me right before she died, and I've kept it ever since.

The Cryst sighed, smiling at the fond memories that flooded his mind. Hearing a small sound from the cave, he knew his mate was inside. He padded back, the snow and ice crunching under the weight of his body. Once inside the small cave, he dropped a mouse beside her, and apologized for the lack of meat. "The frozen air is driving most of the mammals out of where we can hunt easily, my dear."
"I understand," she said, looking sadly down at the measly meal before her. "Where is your mouse?"
He shrugged. "I'm not hungry these days. Please, eat. I caught it for you, not myself." He got up and walked around behind her, laying his tail gently on her back as he rested his chin atop her head gently.
She shivered from the cold. "I'm sorry," she said between bites of the mouse.
"No need to apologize," he said. "We both thought this would be a better place to start our family."
"Yes, but - "
"Hush," he said, entwining her tail with his. "Neither of us had good home lives. We left to start a new life. We've done that. Perhaps the life isn't the warmest, but isn't it better than what we had before?"
"Yes, but...your brothers don't visit very often. Don't you miss them?"
"They have families of their own now. I need not see them as often as I once did. You miss your brother, too, but don't you think he's started his own life?"
"I'm certain that he has."
"Then it's settled. We shall stay here. Agreed?"
"Agreed."

A week later, the Cryst was out hunting in the snow and bone-chilling bite of the winds. His fur was whipped into a tangled mess as he fought against the harsh climate. The snow's risen, he thought sourly as he struggled with each step he took, his paws sinking deep down into the ice and snow. He could barely smell the rabbit above the biting winds that attacked his body from every angle, whipping snow into his eyes every time he blinked.
Finally he made it to a portion of the snow that wasn't as deep.
He blinked, and then suddenly, the rabbit darted in front of him and froze.
He smiled, launching himself at the creature. He caught it successfully, and then turned to return home.
When he arrived, his mate was sound asleep. He set the rabbit down in front of her, went behind her and laid down, entwining his tail with hers. He smiled down at the sleeping Cryst. "Once this storm blows over I'll look for a less harsh place to live where there's more prey."
"That could be days," she mumbled, now awake at the smell of food.
"I can wait."
She sighed, suddenly feeling sleepy again. "Won't you stay here until the storm passes?"
"I will."
"You promise?"
"I promise."

[Burn.]

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[Lirrie]

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[Skritnaja]

*Flashes ticket*
With permission from Lirrie I've hidden a custom ticket somewhere on my profile. Only people who own 1 Crystinalian or less may join (so this is available for non owners too yes).
My only condition for this is that the one that finds the ticket posts a custom form asap for reasons. I'll also be the designer of the custom.
First person that finds the tickets gets it, just message me or post on the thread and I'll edit this post and remove the ticket:>

There's only one clue; The ticket isn't necessery in my normal posts.
It has been found by the user Meroei :>