The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[kiowa.]

Username: .Blue.
Kennel Number: 89
Revamp:
Lines Artist Credits or Link: Mossmallow's Wolf Editable
Plantains

[Ke$haWolf]

Username:

Kennel Number:

153, that is the kennel number this beauty is currently held in <3

Layla

Layla is this beautiful wolfs name. It was rather hard coming up with a name for her, ranging from Solar to Skyy but one name i finally came to agree with myself on, was Layla. Layla is somewhat calm name that expressess beauty and deviness. It rather suits her looks and not to mention, her personality.

Layla is a young female. As any other, you can usually tell by colours and patterns that sort of whisper to you that they are female.

Wolf/Snow Leopard

The reason she is wolf followed by Snow Leopard is her looks. Her outline of a wolf is completly unique along with her pattern of dappled spots, which stand out amongst the pastel fur informing me of a snow leopard. It makes her unique and satisfyingly somewhat peaceful. Her calm, intriging colours flow perfectly formed and well. All i can say is that the designer did a fantastic job. <3

Anyway, i'm sorry.. I got a bit off- topic :3. By the way, the current art shown now, does NOT belong to me, there will be a section where i've done art of Layla <3

Layla is outgoing and kind. She's organised and at times a fighter for what she wants. She is sweet and usually cunning when hunting for her prey. She's protective and outstandingly skilled and intelligent. She always has a soft spot for her friends and family. Her sweetness comes in handy when socializing with her pack, her caring is always dependable when others need help. Her loving and beauty gives her the skills to distract other dogs or animals when needed during hunting, invasions, or battles. She is also extremely hardcore when it comes to defending her friends, family, and pack. These skills come in handy when it comes to a lone male or other danger. She may be cute but her looks dont cover up her personality for strangers.

Background/History

Layla, as a cub, was born in a cave. She never knew her parents at all, but snowleopards had adopted her from when they found her in that cold cave. Luckliy she was alive. Before she was found, or had the mysterious type of prints on her back, she looked like any normal grey wolf. Her pastel grey coat one night had developed permanent leopard prints from how cold it was, each flake of snow fell on her delicate body turning it a diffrent colour puddling her coat in more dapples.

The two foster parents had taught her like any snow leopard would teach their own and therefore, she never knew who her true species was. Hunting and Survival were the main skills she was taught, like every animal would be taught at a certain age.. Layla suprisingly was skilled on doing what the big cats do most.
One unfortunate day, she got lost while hunting, her foster parents not seen. She stayed in another cave, dark and damp. Calling for her 'parents'. Whimpering in sadness.
She travelled ages and miles to find a snow leopard but only to come across her own. A wolf pack. The wolf pack took her in. They tried to tell her she was a wolf but even though she knew, she always kept her self half of what she is not.
Now she's living with the 'Broken Snow' Wolf pack. She's Alpha female from her previous fights due to her skills. She's successful and healthy in her new home.

Use for Layla?

I will write stories about her, her journeys and relationships with her pack. She'll be animated on a website called FlipnoteHatena and will be a proud member of my characters. She'll also have a special place on my Characters Thread (when i make it). I'll truly provide a good home for her and she'll never collect dust, but have memories with me and her friends that will survive in my heart and imagination <3

Likes

Layla likes pale pastel colours and snow leopards and anything with spots or dapples or long fluffy tails. She like nipping at others ears and sometimes being devious. She very much into art and likes rainbows,clouds,blue,grey,any colours. She also likes snow,summer, spring,winter and other cute or fluffy animals long with painting and music/rave/neon.

Dislikes

Layla dislikes people who are judging her by looks or male who are being cheeky and get the wrong idea of her. She doesnt like it when its too too hot or cold.She hates getting lost from her experience as a young cub. She doesnt like really dull or scary place when she's alone.

Mate

Layla hasnt found the right male for her yet which will cheris her for who she is and what she wants in life. When it comes to boys, she takes caution by flirting but fooling the male into what he really wants or is looking for. She can tell if he's trouble or not.
But soon, she'll find whos perfect for her and who'll protect from any danger to come.

Appearance

Before her unusual coat and colour change as a young cub, Layla was a full grey wolf with a white under-belly. After her unexpected event, ontop of her coat are pale pink and purple-ish dapples, like a snow leopards body-pattern. Then blue stripes trickle down her waist to the end of her tail. On her muzzle is a blue curved stripe, similar to the shape of a foxes or a cheetahs. Her nose is pastel blue, cute and decent. Her eyes looked glazed and shiny, innocent. Her left eye is a rich middle purple and her right eye is a deep decent blue.
Her paws are grey and her finger tips are pastel blue.
She usually wears a pastel blue and pink striped scarf with a small darker pink heart shape out-lined white. Her pawpads are also a sweet pastel pink <3

Art

Here is some art of Layla <3 I drew these, the lines are done from scratch, everything is. So enjoy <3

Cherry Coke

[Solanum]

Hey I'm a little confused what a code drop is? :3

The code drop is when we (the staff) decide who gets what character. The round closes and we judge, then the images of the characters are 'dropped' (posted in the results) so that people know they have the character they went for, or if they didn't.

[stormiecrazy]

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

I am Sebastian. It is a great pleasure to meet you~

Username: stormiecrazy
Kennel Number: This amazing boy is currently being held in kennel 157.
Name [of pet]: Sebastian
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]: Dragon Dog
Personality [of pet]: Sebastian is very...different. He is quite shy, yet imaginative. Quite loving, but has the ability to be angry. Focusing on his shyness, though. He is very quiet, and far from outgoing. He dislikes large groups of people, in which he is expected to mix and mingle, speaking to different people on a numer of topics. He will never be social. Ever.
Another trait that Sebastian possesses is the ability to imagine and be creative. He loves to think of the world as a piece of paper, with himself being the pencil. He wishes to make a change in the world, and his crazy and outlandish ideas may actually work, although no one will listen to them, saying that they are too 'out there' and 'impossible'. He shrugs those things off and moves on, making more ideas. He is still shy, though, and few people know his ideas.
Sebastian is also very loving. Once, he was faced in class with a spider. The boys in the class were trying to smash it, and it troubled Sebastian. He appraoched the spider, scooping it up in his paws, and took it quickly outside. He was teased by the other children for being a 'hippie' and scolded by the teacher for, apparently, 'playing with the spider'. Sebastian simply nodded, returned to his desk, and resumed in his usual quietness.
Although Sebastian is very kind, he has the ability to be angry, due to the fact that he is very troubled. Poor Sebastian had been bullied all through school and even at home, which made him quiet. His quietness and shyness caused him to become the number one target of bullies. He became troubled. He is constantly angry at himself, and has close to no self esteem. He wishes for a true friend, who he can tell everything to. A shoulder to cry on. of course, though, he hasn't found one, but is hopeful and continues in his search.
Background/History [of pet]: Sebastian woke up to the buzz of his old alarm clock. Sitting up, he shut it off quickly and listened. Silence. He sighed in relief and sat at the edge of his bed, swinging his feet, dust bunnies running to escape. The sun was not yet up, and the room was filled with the sweet carress and touch of darkness. If Sebastian had been younger, he would have believed that the darkness held mythical creatures, standing at his side to protect him from his abusive mother. Years of tortue and pain had taught him that there was no such thing. I'm too tired to listen, I'm too old to believe, all these childish stories, there is no such thing as faith, and trust, and pixie dust... The lyrics of the old Disney song had long been replaying in his mind, reminding him, along with the scars, that faith was hard to come by, trust was non-existent, and pixie dust was a childish hope. A wish. He turned on the light, which illuminated his small room. A ragged twin sized mattress had been pushed along one wall, the alarm clock resting on the floor beside it. Above his bed was a picture of his best friend and himself, smiling alongside eachother. His best friend had been killed the year before in a drive by shooting, and Sebastian still woke up, in tears, thinking about him. He looked away from the picture and stood up, giving a small stretch. He still ached terribly, due to the beating the night before. On accidently dropping a supposedly expensive plate, his mother ha erupted in fury. Sebastian had stood still, taking it in his silent way. That night, he had stayed up, day dreaming of life far away from here, where he and his best friend would have had endless adventures in the deep forests, climbing mountains and swimming wild rivers. But that's not possible... Sebastian had pushed the thought away quickly, and had turned, going to sleep quietly.
Now he was awake. He slipped on his usual jeans and a t-shirt, pulling on an old jacket. He tip-toed down the stairs, ignoring the call of breakfast, and the rumbling of his empty stomach. There was no way he would risk anything that involved noise. His mother may be angry still from the night before, and he couldn't hide a bloody nose from the teacher, which would cause questioning, and more trouble. He quickly slipped out the door and into the beautiful darkness once more. He waited outside, sitting in the grass, and watching the road with almost no emotion. He watched as a small spider crawled up onto his knee and waited with him. He smiled. His first true smile in a week, now.
After a while, the sun climbed over the horizon, coating Sebastian in light. The light made Sebastian's eyes sparkle, and his fur grew warm. The spider crawled away, back into the darkness, and Sebastian stood up. "I guess it's time to go." He said quietly to himself, walking towards the direction of the school. He knw he was in for another day of being alone, of being bullied. He shrugged this off. He had lived through it for 15 years, he could make it another day. The garbage truck flew past, narrowly missing Sebastian, and the angry honking of the horn and the cursing of the driver told Sebastian that if he didn't hurry up, he would be hit. He quickened his pace, stealing a quick glance at the driver. The man reminded Sebastian about his father, who had been a sketchy man, with greasy black hair and a constant five o'clock shadow. He had left Sebastian and his mother when the boy was only about three, which was when Sebastian's mother had become angry, at herself, the world, and mostly her son, who she believed was the reason her husband had left in the first place. She held a 12 year grudge and counting as each day ticked by...
Sebastian's thoughts were interrupted as he neared his school, stepping into the crowded hallways and pushign through to his locker. It took him three times to open it, and when he did, he quickly grabbed his books, heading to class. He sat alone, writing down poetry in a notebook. It was nearly filled, now. He closed it as he finished, lifting his head as he heard the screams of some of the more popular girls. "A SPIDER!!!!" He heard one yell as she scrambled onto a chair. Sebastian sighed, walking over. The spider was small, and definitely not such a big deal. He bent down to pick it up, and it crawled into his hand, seeming grateful. "Ew, he picked it up." The girl sneered, getting down from her perch. "Disgusting. But that's expected, from you." Sebastian ignored her and stepped past, making his way out the class door and down the now deserted halls. He stepped outside, letting the spider down in the grass, and hurried back to clas. "Hippie." The girl grinned, her eyes giving Sebastian a disgusted look. The others joined, whispering quietly, pointing and laughing. The teacher approached Sebastian and he looked up. The teacher frowned. "I did not tell you you could leave class, Sebastian." He said. Sebastian looked away, going a bit red.
"I'm sorry, sir." He apologized quietly, looking back up. The teacher sighed.
"When will you learn, Sebastian? I'm sorry to say that I must send you to the principals office again." The teacher walked to the door, holding it open. Again... Sebastian thought sadly. Last time he had gone because of being 'too quiet' and 'too anti-social' during the group activities. He grabbed his stuff and left, going a deep red as he heard the giggles and murmurs of the students. He made his way to the office and stepped inside, quietly going to his seat. Yes. His seat. He was here often, but not for being bad. Impatient teachers sent him here, as did students picking fights, and even to come to the counselor, as the teacher urged. The secretary looked up at him with a tired smile.
"Already?" She asked with a chuckle. "School just started!" Sebastian knew that she was only kidding, but it still stung. "You know where the principal is. Go ahead back." Sebastia nodded, standing up and walking to the small room in the back of the office. The principal waved him in with a frown. Sebastian sat down quietly.
"What happened?" The principal asked.
"I took a spider outside." Sebastian said quietly. "And I didn't tell the teacher." The principal nodded, jotting down a note. He put it in an envelope, handing it to Sebastian.
"Give this to your mother, please." The principal said. "Have her sign it and brign it back tommorow." Sebastian took it with a nod and shuddered slightly as he stood up. He gave a small prayer for patience as he headed back to class.
The day seemed to go much too quickly, as Sebastian knew what home would bring. The walk home was terrifying, and Sebastian had to stop several times to regain his calm appearance. When he was back at the house, he stepped inside, quietly walking into the kitchen. His mother was sitting at the table quietly, eating. She glanced at Sebastian, but manly ignored him. He could tell that she had been with another man last night, and it had not gone well. He took a deep breath before walking over. "Hi, Mom." He said quietly.
"What do you want?" His mother snapped. Sebastian handed her the letter and she read it. Her eyes narrowed. "You got in trouble again?" She asked, calmly but dangerously. Sebastian knew what was to come, now. He braced himself for the pain. His mother stood up, gettign into his face. "Did you get in trouble again?" She repeated, with more force and anger.
"I'm sorry, Mom.." Sebastian tried to apologize.
"Again? What is wrong with you?" His mother snarled, back handing him on the cheek. He yelped and scrambled backwards. She came to hit him again and he covered his face, shivering. His mother stayed still, glaring. "Leave." She snarled. "i don't care where you go!" Sebastian nodded, heading for his room to pack up his few things. His mother stopped him. "Leave now!" She snarled angrily, her eyes glistening with hate. Sebastian walked quietly to the door, stepping outside. He paused a moment and turned, looking his angry mother in the eyes. Her breath reaked of alcohol and tobacco and he held back a cough.
"I forgive you, mother." He said simply. She went silent, taking a step back. Her eyes softened slightly. With that, Sebastian turned, heading down the road to his Uncle's old farm. When he arrived, his uncle told himhe could stay in the guest room. After that, Sebastian and his uncle rarely spoke to eachother. Sebastian didn't mind. He was grateful to get away. He pulled out his notebook and wrote quietly.
The next day, Sebastian discovered that his mother had made front page. Dead. Murder, they said. By her old husband. Sebastian sighed folding the paper back up and sliding it to his Uncle, who read it and simply threw the paper out. Both men ate breakfast in silence. Sebastians uncle attended the small funeral, but Sebastian himself chose to stay home, sitting in his room, writing down poetry, and writing his word of dreams, in which he was never harmed, and the endless rivers flowed freely...

Use [for pet]: Sebastian shall be an extremely loved character! He will definitely be used in art, stories, and poetry. He will definitely be loved to no end. I even have a possible mate for him, my own character Colto, who I think would make a good pair for him.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:

~Sebastian likes a number of things, including literature. he could live in literature, if he could. He is constantly reading or writing, and is almost always seen writing poetry. Poetry allows an outlet, in which he can escape life and the torutre he has indured. His poetry tends to be sad and filled with anger and hate, but at the end, get sad and soft.
He also likes to create ideas and try to make Earth a better place for people, but no one listens, so he keeps them mostly to himself.

~There isn't much Sebastion dislikes other than himself and his life. He hates his shyness, and quietness, and how he is unable to make any true friends.

Song: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
Animal: Wolves
Quote: Currently undecided. He loves a lot of them, and is still looking for the right one for him.
Movie: Land of the Lost (He loves to have a good laugh every once and a while)
Color: Blue!! (Sebastian: Oh my goodnes, definitely! Gosh, I love blue!)
Bible Verse: Romans 12:12

~Sebastian is not looking for a mate, yet. He needs someone who will love him for who he is, and who won't forsake him and leave him. He just keeps praying that someone will come, but not many do.

~Sebastions apperance is almost always the same: Close to emotionless.

~Sebastian is about 15 in human years.

My sweet sad friend,
Why do you hide?
You have no shame,
And still you thrive.
So why must you flounder?
Why must you flee?
From friends and people,
Like you and me?
You have friends,
Sweet child,
Just look around.
Look past the bullies,
Look past the frowns.
Find your true self,
That's where I hide.
I am your friend.
No need to be shy.
I am just like you,
And you are just like me.
With only one difference,
Which you will see.
I feel like you,
On the inside,
And you feel like me,
On the outside.
And together we can pull through,
I know we can.
And we'll be friends forever.
You and I,
And together you and me,
Will reach the sky.

Cherry Coke

[Folmes]

Hey I'm a little confused what a code drop is? :3

The code drop is when we (the staff) decide who gets what character. The round closes and we judge, then the images of the characters are 'dropped' (posted in the results) so that people know they have the character they went for, or if they didn't.

Ok cool thanks! :3

[Folmes]

Username:
Wolf Warrior Larka

Kennel Number:
166

Name [of pet]:
Angel

Gender [of pet]:
female

Breed/Species [of pet]:
3/4 dachound 1/4 avian

Her being 3/4 dachound means that she is is shy but outgoing, Likes to burrow and quite loving. She also likes to be affectionit to one person. That also means that shes independent, loving and caring. These types of dogs, are more rare, you will probable never see a flyin dachound for a while!
Her also being 1/4 avian means that she loves flying, learning more about hersf, and is quite intellegent.

Personality [of pet]:
Angel is sweet, sweeter than a lot of dogs in her pack. She is sweet, caring, and loving. She always has a soft spot for her friends and family. Her sweetness comes in handy when socializing with her pack and others, her caring is always dependable when others need help or have fallen ill (read more below). Her loving gives her the skills to distract humans and other dogs or animalLs when needed during hunting, invasions, or battles. She is also extremely hardcore when it comes to defending her friends, family, and pack. This characteristic comes in handy during battle or hunting.

Background/History [of pet]:
Angel was born in the summer along with her 4 siblings, Larka, Kia, Recha, and Elch. Angel was actually the smallest pup out of the litter and always had to fight hard for food and a spot next to her mother, Juna. This was Juna's second litter of pups and always tried to stick up for Angel. Angel looked up to her older, stronger siblings but never met their standards. Like whenever the played, Angel would jump in only to be pushed out of the games and often excluded from a lot of things. Often their father, Olecha, would take the pups out for hunting lessons but Angel was never strong enough to keep up with the group.

A few weeks later Olecha came for the pups for a fighting lesson, Angel thought that she was finally strong enough and decided to go along. The other pups snickered and glared at her as she nudged her father for approval to go, he nodded and trotted of to the fighting clearing. Her siblings struggled to keep up with his path through the forest but Angel, in the time her siblings had learned how to hunt, had been exploring and knew a path to the clearing and had no trouble keeping up.

She and Olecha finally reached the clearing and waited for the others, Olecha sat down and opened is huge, black wings. Angel stared in awe at the as the sun glittered around them. Thats when she noticed she had them too, just smaller and white with black tipped feathers. She moved this part of he body for the first time and started to trot in small circles. Eventually falling she looked to her father who was giggling at the small pup. He licked her ear and started to walk toward the forest right as her siblings came into the clearing. She had noticed the all her brothers and sisters had wings too.

Olecha had lined up the pups and told them to give the practice all our energy. Angel wagged her tail and watched her father nudge Kia to the center followed by Recha. Recha looked at Olecha in concussion but Kia pounced on her, he pinned her to the ground but in an instant Recha was kicking Kia's massive body off of her. Slowly she got back to her feet and head butted Kia's large chest pushing him to the ground, she pinned his shoulder and back leg to the ground. Suddenly Olecha barked and Recha, stunned, jumped off of Kia, Recha got pushed to the side while Kia got pushed back to the pups.

Angel's feeling of confidence was slipping away as he nudged Elch and Larka forward. Angel swallowed hard as she saw the two go at each other with all they had, Elch went strait for Larka's tail and bit down hard. Her instant reaction was to kick, and with all her power, kicked his chest, it sent Elch flying back close to Angel. He got up and lounged strait for her Larka's chest, swiftly, she dodges it letting Elch fly toward Olecha and Recha. Before having a chance to respond, Elch bounds toward Larka landing heavily on her chest pinning her. Their father barks again and Elch is sent with Recha. Larka is sent back with Angel and Kia.

Angel's stomach fluttered with energy and suddenly realized, who would she fight? She prayed it wasn't the father. But when Olecha nudged Elch and Recha to the center, the pups were baffled and looked at one another. Elch booted towards Recha and pounded her front legs. She nipped and barked but he slowly pinned her. Olecha barked and scooted Recha out to the rest of them and pushed Angel towards Elch. Angel could her the snickers and laughter of the others, suddenly Olecha snapped at them. Angels blood was pumping as she approached Elch.

Angel raced toward Elch, catching him off guard. He got back up and snapped at the small dog. She bolted near the edge of the clearing and saw she was being chased by him, she dashed, opened her wings and fluttered them sending her far above her siblings and father, they all stared in wow and awe as her wings let her soar over the clearing. She stumbled coming back down but managed to tuck her wings in and roll.

Olecha ran up to her licking her face and smiling. The others ran up behind him and stared at her wings and all expanded their own and admired them.

~

A few months passed and all the pups knew how to fly, hunt, and fight. But Juna soon fell ill and became weaker and weaker. Olecha took best care of her as he could with the help of the Healer of the pack, Secle. Angel admired Secle and offered to fetch medicine and anything else needed. Her mother slowly recovered as the pups got set for the choosing of their place in the pack.

Soon enough, Juna was well again and Olecha called for a pack meeting. He announced that the pup's positions would be chosen. Kia was the first to be called up. He swallowed and trotted up to his father, Olecha barked out that Kia was a hunter. The pack howled as Kia stumbled over to the pack. Next was Larka, she padded up to her father and he announced she was a hunter too. She embraced the howling and moved to the pack. Recha was chosen next, Angel could she her shake as she was nudged up to Olecha. He announced her as a fighter, she grinned and padded over to the pack. Elch was sitting tall and embracing the stairs as he walked up. He was chosen to be a fighter, which wasn't a surprise.

Angel knew her turn was next and she embraced herself for the position. She took a breath and trotted up to her father. He hesitated and look at her then Juna. He announce that Angel was the Healer's apprentice. Angel looked at the pack and opened her wings and smiled. The howled and barked as she went to them. She was finally in the pack.

~

Use [for pet]:
Mainly as my main character and she is amazing to write about! She covers all aspects of a good character, she is SO easy to write about from her personality! She is just such an amazing character and I would love her <3 and show her off as much as I can! She has so much potential and has made me think about what I'm truly writing and thinking when I think about actually having this character!

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Likes:
-Water
-Flying
-(Most) Other dogs
-Other animals
-Exploring

Dislikes:
-Fire
-Humans
-Snakes
-Ice/Snow

Age:
1 1/2 yrs old

Mate:
None

Fan art

http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u384/wolwarriorlarka/fdfec949.jpg?t=1344545268
http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u384/wolwarriorlarka/5876d2ca.jpg?t=1344545264
http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u384/wolwarriorlarka/5aac2726.jpg?t=1344401471
http://i1065.photobucket.com/albums/u384/wolwarriorlarka/f76490b0.jpg?t=1344665671
The last fan art has the 3 characters im trying to win :3

Cherry Coke

[BrassBifrost]

Picture{s} of pet:
Username: DubstepChangling
Name: You choose, please
Gender: Female
Breed/Species:any one you choose. i've done her as wolves and cats.
Preferences/Requirements:please, just don't change how she looks....
Lineart/Artist/Credits: lines by Alwyn Colored by DubstepChangling
Pokemon

Picture{s} of pet:
Username:DubstepChangling
Name:You choose
Gender: male
Breed/Species: demon wolf
Preferences/Requirements:please keep his horns... I thought they make him unique
Lineart/Artist/Credits:lines by SHIKARI~ colored by DubstepChangling
Pokemon


I have 2 more after this... i never use them so... i thought this place was best for them...

[Wesley]

Baaaack~ Thanks so much, Pix, for taking great care of the SCAA while I was gone. c:
Code drop is still undetermined as I'll be busy for a very long amount of time likely. Sorry, guys! :c

[Solanum]

Baaaack~ Thanks so much, Pix, for taking great care of the SCAA while I was gone. c:
Code drop is still undetermined as I'll be busy for a very long amount of time likely. Sorry, guys! :c

I didn't kill anyone, or destroy anything. Are you proud of me? 8D

[Offended Cockatiel]

And here we go again~


When the Queen of snow isn't really much of a... queen?

{Insert picture of pet here}
Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 186
Name: Jyst χιόνι {Snow in Greek}
Nickname: νιφάδα χιονιού {Snow Flake}
Gender: Male {o3o Like you expected anything different from me}
Breed/Species:
Personality:
Background/History:

Ch. 1 Birth and ageing
Η πτώση του χιονιού, ας αυξηθούν τα θραύσματα του πάγου
{The fall of snow- let the Ice shards grow}

The consqeuences of the Winded Rain, ριπές σταγόνες {Gusting Drops} and the Cool Air διατηρημένα με απλή ψύξη αναπνέει {Chilled Breathes} exeeded what was of expected upon birth of one Soul. That was the time the first breath of real chill started. As snow came, this one seamed to control and was controlled by bouth Spirits of mother and father. This one was sapposed to be soft, to cave over if stepped on, but be strong, loyal, a link to get you through. But it was what went wrong that sent two souls to turn into one. Hell ravishing through. Snow and ice, cool winter chills, it's the only time you'll see him. Why? Because he's still trying to get over that his brother died. Why he was actually two souls mixed, instead of one. God of Snow and Ice. A black Snow flake? That mite explain.

He was always very tampering to his mother, comforted her, covered her, and yet covered her in the chills. Death and life for a God may seam impossible, imortality to die. But that is how he and his mother made a bond. He could freeze her. But she kept calm, he didn't attacke, even though he could. Maybe it was that they bouth turned into something when it was really time for the job to get done, or that she seamed to always be ready for him. Of course the snow did softly cover the clouds. Comforted her.

Wile the father usually did not appear. He was the wind beneath your step. The gustling wind, silent and peacefull, yet sometimes the most deadly thing. For most of snows childhood, he was gustling up breezes, and wistfull winds. Talk about a father too intreped into his work. Well, it's not like an imortal god, no matter what the age couldn't live on, on it's own. Though that's not to say he was tacken care of by himself, his mother did very well to norture him.

The winds for a craddle, the breeze for a lullaby, the the clouds for protection and the teetering world for amusement. The way he grew up wasn't natural, well, maybe for a god, yes. But it was unique all the same.
--

A Fabric of my own feelings.

Tear me up inside..

"No!"
No. No. No. No. I don't want to go into the dream world. I don't want to see them again.
No! "They aren't my friends! I don't want to see them. I never wanted to see them!" You could call this a mental breakdown. Truthfully just thinknig about them, one word and these raging emotions went onto play. "I said, no!"It was like black men in masks,
This is like. A prison. A prison in my mind. It's just so painfull, so racking and it makes my heart ache.







Use [for pet]: WIP <3
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: Art= Comming <3
It will be special and for anyone who reads this, you have no right to use it, now or in the future for this char-
Cherry coke



{Bad news
I think I may be donaiting Fallen Wyso back here. ono
She's gotten a pretty little peice of art and.. if I can maybe revamp his story/ a lot/ and her personality aswell.. I may keep her..
That reminds me.. going to make Avril, Cherri and Stix posts. I want to give them more attention.}