[manta rae]

Username : Placebo
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what??? what's this?????
sting rei actually made and adopt????????
madness??????????
yeah guys look im super lazy buuuuut
here's a new dude for you all!!!
i hope you like it ; v ;

you have one week to draw and describe
a dream they've had !!

you have 500 words and one piece of art,
but for your form to count, you have to
have both the writing and art ( the art
doesn't have to be done by you though )

extras are a no
buuut prettying up is okay !!



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mutations - major mane edit ( rare )

ends on Monday the 12th

[*Shiveren*]

mark

[Sullivan Maurus]

Who am I? Oh, my name's Axel. Got it memorized? Oh, and in case you couldn't tell, I'm a Male.

Why do I always get stuck with the icky jobs?
That's always been my complaint. Killing my own kind for what? What do I have to gain from this? Sure, I've got the skill to be an assassin, but once you start, you never forget. My two haunt me in my dreams. I tell no one, and yet they all worry. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. There aren't many Viscets who go against the pack, and I regret being one of them. I went rogue, leaving my pack, the one that made me eliminate two of our number. Monsters...
Sometimes my dreams are peaceful. I dream of red sunsets and beaches. Though, sometimes my past catches up with me. I dream that the flames still bend at my claws, that they were still barking orders at me... That I still kill them. Something about it wont let me forget, no matter how much I block it out. I hear their begging, their protests... How could I do that to them? To protect myself? No... I'm not protecting myself. At least, not completely. I'm protecting my friends, too, and that human. The one that claims, but doesn't own... That one.
I may have gone nuts. Maybe I flipped my lid a long time ago. I haven't changed, though. I'm still my sarcastic, know it all self. Still, though, would you consider yourself sane if, every night, your kills came back in your dreams? Asking you why? I didn't think so. That's the extent of my dreams. Though, I guess those aren't really dreams. They're more of nightmares. Yet, they don't scare me. They fill me with guilt and sadness and they mess with my mental state. Sometimes I wake up, shaking and sweating... Why won't it just go away already?
All this I hide behind my personality. Just a guy who doesn't know how to show people that he truly cares, so he gives them a hard time. Yep... That's me... Good old fun loving, no nonsense Axel. Got it memorized? I've stopped my hunt for my own kind since no ones giving me orders anymore. Yet, they stay, the two I got to. They stay in my dreams and they won't let me rest. Anyway, I digress. I think I'm just scaring you at this point. Go, listen to some other story. Or stay. I don't care either way.

[Vixen Luo]

If you'd like to use the art, please pm me ^-^ just deleting this idea haha I knew it wasn't a very good one

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In...

Out.

In...

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I can feel the water surrounding me on all sides, seeping into my
fur as I lay adrift. Not once does it cross my mind as to how I en-
ded up here. I shield my eyes behind closed lids from the carmine
star. I feel... Not at peace, but... Resigned, almost.

Crimson-red, deep and bloody tinges the passive landscape a-
round me. I know, that if I open my orbs, I'll be met only with a
pale, motionless expanse from all sides and still vermillion waters.
I raise one paw idly from the liquid. It slips through the gaps in my
extremities like oil, viscous and fluid. My chest expands, filling a-
gain with not-air. I feel as if I should be choking. Like tiny, micro-
scopic shards blistering my throat, desperate for just one breath
but not able to die either. Yet... Nothing.

A phantom pain grips my chest anyway. A long forgotten, yet still
heart-stopping grief; a pain of a distant memory brushing the edges
of my conscious. The torment caused by being cast out. Forsa-
ken. My breath catches, and still I'm unable to attach a memory
to this figment of an emotion. My mind is blank.

What transpires next oddly comes as no surprise, yet I dimly wonder
why I don't react. Why I don't flail. Why I don't run my throat ragged
with pleas.

Heavy rope-like bodies, materializing from the depths, start at my
hind paws before coiling slowly, mercilessly up my body. With each
pass, the parasites tighten their hold and cut off my circulation un-
til I can feel nothing. Through it all, I don't struggle against the inev-
itable as their dark, writhing bodies drag me under. I grit my teeth as
vicious anger sears its way through me, nearly foreign in its intensity.
Then, the beasts sink their fangs into me. I scream as maniac green
orbs open to the empty world.

Water quickly fills my lungs as the not-air escapes me, yet anger blocks
out the agony I experience. Anger at being forgotten. Rejected. How
DARE he rule me as EXPENDABLE-

...No. NO MORE-

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I snap awake violently, and then roll over to decrease the weight on my
chest as I violently start hacking. I can barely breathe under the on-
slaught of fear and rage that I experience. And yet again, I starkly re-
member every facet of my sick and twisted recurring memory. I knew
it was there was no way that I could escape my recollections of old.
Shudders wrack my body as I try to gain equilibrium and dry heaves
shake me to the core.

My muzzle drops into the cradle of my arms. On the forest floor, warmed
by the late summer sun that had long since made its journey across the
sky, I feel cold. My fists clench until I can feel liquid running through
my fingers. The acrid smell of blood fills the air.


After that, I don't dare fall back asleep.

{499/500- comes out as more than 500 because of word wrapping}

[maritime.]

Edit: Decided to drop out ^^' but good luck to everyone!

[*-wolfs-*]

*cries self to sleep* Nuu my dream mutation on such a beautiful and perfect Viscet... but I'm already entered in to many why?!?! ;^;

[Angelus Gaston]

Name: Becky
Gender: Female
Dream:

The soft sound of the waves as they lapped against the shore line a silver moon made the foam sparkle like something out of a fairy tale and tall white cliff’s cast a shadow over one side of the beach masking a cover. Old tales of Kelpies and Sea Monster’s filled her mind as she let the water lap at her paws though for some strange reason she couldn’t feel it, sighing deeply she realised she was dreaming again looking around the beach the moon light cast an eerie silver glow across the white sand and her green eyes took in this land scape so magical yet so familiar she headed further along the shore line blue light’s like lanterns danced before her seeming to guide her. She smiled slightly following the bright orbs which glowed with a light of their own she felt somewhat safe with them. She stopped as she hit a cove a dark ship was moored not far from the shore the white sails reflected the moon light like a ghost and the flag which waved from the mast bore a skull and crossed bones Pirate’s.
Backing from this ghostly ship she started to run further and deeper along the beach until her paws gave out laying on the sand she looked around amazed she had ended up back where she started from the blue lantern’s danced around her why was she so scared of something in a dream no it wasn’t just because of the dream’s.
Laying on the sand she laughed slightly not just because of her own fears but also because of the little blue light’s which hovered just above her weaving in and out of each other and dipping low to nearly touch her muzzle almost encouraging her. Getting to her paws she shook the sand from her fur and took in the beach once more the scene hadn’t changed but something felt different.
Looking skywards she watched the cloud’s as they drifted across the clear sky obscuring the silver moon it plunged this dream world in to darkness and she realised she was sinking, something taking her under the water she grasped on to the mane of some strange creature trying to cry out she realised she was on the back of a Kelpie a mythical horse none for luring humans to a watery demise, she struggled to reach the surface again wanting to be free of this nightmare she struggled in vain the surface and fresh air always out of reach she tried to hold her breath but to no avail darkness slowly took over, till finally something from above grab her lifting her free but the darkness had already taken over plunging her back in to reality.

458/500

Art:

Art by Me.

[~IceFang~]

Mark, but probe no enter.

[quitted;]

Name:

Gender: Female??

Dream:

Art:

WIP