[.Survivor.]

Username;;.Survivor.
Name;; Makya
Name origin;; Miwok [Native American]
Name Meaning;; Eagle Hunter
Gender;; male
Impress me!!
/prompt+500 word min
I used to be a King, and it was painful...

"It's too much for you.....they were right, you are not fit to be king..." the words echoed in my mind as I ran. All I could do was run. Everything as I had known it was gone. Everyone I knew.....gone. And it was all my fault. All my fault. I should have been the one to die, not them. I cried as I ran, ran away from the burning town and scorching heat. No longer wearing my crown, my feathered mane scorched and stained red from the heat and carnage. I was a king, yet I was powerless to protect my people. I was a king.....no.....I was a fool, and it was painful.

Wip

[jolteon]

....possible res with "The sky could be his lover." ;3;

Name: Dyami, meaning eagle in native american
Gender:male
wishes he could fly but cant, since he has no wings
infatuated with the sky and space


really tired but.. i must art xD

[rubixilam]

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username ;; rubixilam
gender ;; male ♂

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•ιt will bє sprιng, the sєαson σf ιnfαmy αnd tαlkιng•

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• too-cool-for-school • lazy • caring • sarcastic • loving • nonchalant •good natured •

Ah. Should’ve found shelter. Cold blizzard wind stirred around Jax, the snow blocking his vision. The blizzard had started as a small flurry a few hours ago, and had ascended to a roiling storm. He puffed out his fur as he began to shiver, the icy wind biting into his skin. After searching for hours, he still hadn’t been able to locate a cave to rest in during the blizzard. Jax squeezed his eyes shut. There’s gotta be something close by. A strong wind blew him over, and he groaned loudly as he sunk into the snow. He hated the cold. Aarrgh! Why did it have to be so cold!? Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself back up, snow clumped in his mane. He almost managed to stand before the wind knocked him right back down again. You’ve got to be kidding. Don’t make me crawl. With a grunt, he dragged himself along through the snow. His trail didn’t make it very far however, and he soon found himself frozen and exhausted. With one last huff, he threw himself against a tree and curled into himself, numb. He had planned to try and wait out the storm. Despite efforts to stay conscious, he found himself blacking out.

. . .

Hazy. Warmer. Vision’s coming back. And he’s hungry.
Squinting, Jax opened his eyes and looked around the room. Well, what was mostly left of a room. The wooden walls were missing several planks and were full of holes, which were stuffed with frosted blankets and rags. He turned his head to see a viscet looking at something against the wall.
“Uh,” Jax grunted. The viscet turned around to face Jax, eyes wided slightly.
“Oh. You’re awake,” He stood with his hands together in front of him, seeming unsure what to do with himself. “I uh, found you in the snow. I thought you were dead, but I brought you here anyway just in case.” A bit blunt. Jax noticed the iguana in the corner of the room. Blankets were tossed over it, and it appeared to be dead.
“Is that an iguana?”
“Yeah, I call him Ridge,”
“He doesn’t look very good,”
“It’s just because it’s winter. He’ll feel better when summer comes around.” More and more things became apparent. The various skulls scattered about. Dried flowers and seeds up on shelves. Dried insects spread across a rotting, old table. Gray vines growing on the walls. He looked up at the orange and black viscet, who seemed suddenly deep in thought. This guy was really weird so far.
“What’s your name?” Jax questioned the odd character. Was he making him uncomfortable somehow? Jax certainly was slightly thrown off himself, but he didn’t think he had shown any strange opinion to his rescuer.
“Ignatious. My mother calls me Igna though.”
“Well Igna, ah, I’m uh, Jax. Is the storm still going?”
“Yeah. It’s not really changed at all. It doesn’t really look like it’ll end soon. I hope Ridge will be okay. It’s not really good for iguanas when the weather stays cold like this for a long time.” Jax looked down at the floor. Looks like I’ll be here a while, I guess. Great. Hope this guy doesn’t murder me. What’s up with all the dead things anyway? Well, he could just ask.
“What’s with all the dead stuff?” Oiy, that was stupid. Don’t just jump into a question like that! You’re gonna die now!
“Oh, they’re just things I’ve kept from outside. Most of them are from my garden, although I’ve gotten a few from my hiking trips.” Oh. So he wasn’t a murderer. Still weird, though. I wouldn’t keep dead things where I lived. It was silent for a moment. Igna went over to his iguana and lied down next to it, wrapping his tail around it as a sort of blanket. He looked up at Jax.
“Um, ah, are you gonna stay a while? I mean, not that I want you to leave, er, I’m just wondering.” Jax thought for a moment. He had been thinking of leaving at first. Then again, this was the first viscet he had come across in a while. And while Igna seemed a bit strange, it wasn’t as though he could leave any time soon with the blizzard. He decided to at least wait out the winter with him – as long as he was okay with him staying that long - to see what he thought of the place. He left his herd in search of a new and more exciting home, after all, and he hadn’t come across anyone in months.
“Would it be okay if I stayed? Just until the end of winter?” Jax asked. He couldn’t quite see Igna’s expression in the low light. How late was it anyway?
“Yeah. That would be okay,”
It grew silent after that last exchange. Igna settled down wrapped around his iguana. If anything was awkward for Igna, Jax had no clue. Worn out, he stretched and sunk further into the pile of dirty blankets and sighed. The wind howled outside.

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It is finally spring again. A soft breeze rustles the tree leaves, spinning the scattered sunlight on the ground that managed to squeezed through the thick canopy. Bees can be heard buzzing loudly as they work. A few spiders are already starting their first webs in the tree. And, in the bushes, a loud and awkward crashing can be heard.
"Jax c’mon, It’s really awesome!”
The time has come for Jax to suffer Igna’s excitement of the new summer. Again. And in the very early morning, too.
“Ig, it’s way too early for this. I can come back later for you to show me.”
“But my flowers have finally started blooming!” Jax blinked wearily as Igna clumsily cleared a path with his tail, roughly shoving everything out of their way. Why hadn’t he just gone around to the area already cleared?
“You do this every year.”
“Well, yeah,” Igna stopped for a moment and turned his head. “Everything wakes up in the spring after winter. Of course I would.” Jax sighed, a small smile barely noticeable.
“Yeah, it does. What is it you want to show me?”
“I already told you, the flowers are blooming!” Oh. Oh yeah.
Reaching the clearing, Igna bounded over where the roses usually were, leaving Jax to catch up. He didn’t stay for long though, and was off running again when Jax reached the flowering roses. It was wonderfully silent for just a moment, and all you could hear were the returning birds chirping and a soft rustling of the branches. It was always wonderful when things were like this. Especially when it was particularly sunny, and Jax could go lie in the sun with Ridge and relax. In fact, a nap in the sun sounded wonderful at the moment. He could go and-
“Jax! Look! They’ve finally hatched!” Turning to his name, Jax was met face to face with a baby spider held right to his nose.
“EyEEP! Igna!” He jumped back in surprise.
“Isn’t she cute? She’s from my first garden spider. They’ve stuck around through the generations.” Jax watched Igna hold it close to his face, studying it. He could understand someone liking something, but spiders? Jax turned back to the flowers, touching one of the petals.
“I don’t know how you can be comfortable holding those things.”
“Well, they don’t really hurt you at all. And this is a baby, Jax. How can you be afraid of a little baby? Don’t you wanna hold her?” Igna looked at him questioningly. Jax’s ears twitched, and he dramatically spun himself around, swinging his tail over the flowers and sending the working bees angrily flying.
“I’m fine with spiders as long as they aren’t on me.” He replied with an upturned snout.
“Well, help me name her. I named them all last time, so you can-“
“I don’t think I’ll name all of them, but I can name this one.”
“Well, what do you think we should name her?”
A pause.
“Jenny.”
“Ok. Jenny it is!”

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small note: since getting igna, i've worked with him and have changed a few small things, so the form linked won't be entirely accurate.
large points remain unchanged, however

uh

[Creative]

dropping so I can help a friend if they need it ^^

[shortstop]

Res ;o;

name;; Evander
meaning;; "good man"
gender;; male
age;; 26 years
prompt(s);;
He was always a man, everyone knew that.
That man was the business partner of infamy.
characters;;
Credit's Vasileios
commandant's Xaphan
steampunkalec's Wyatt
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* potato chip's Benedict
the story;; {/500+ words}

'Where am I...?'
You wake up in a room. It's pretty nondescript, for a room. With bare brick walls and a concrete floor, there
isn't a lot of character here. Kind of boring, actually.
The next thing you notice is that you're tied to a chair. That's kind of a pain. Your arms are tied around the
back of the chair, and you run your fingers along the knot. What is that, a rolling hitch? That's pretty
professional; it'll be fun getting out of that.
Something is dripping down your head and onto your lip. You stick your tongue out, and get the metallic
taste of blood. Probably coming from whatever wound knocked you out cold. It stings a bit.

Now that you have your bearings, what will you do?


No. You would never dream of doing that. What are you, some kind of damsel in distress? You're better
than that. And besides, the guys would never let you live it down if you did that. Better choose something
else.


That's better. You run your fingers over the knot again, then get to work. Luckily for you, you like to keep
your claws nice and long. It takes a couple of minutes, but eventually you get your right hand free. It's your
dominant hand, so all you have to do now is turn around and untie your left hand.
You stand up and brush yourself off, running your hand over your head to find where the bleeding is coming
from. You find the source just above your right eyebrow, and flinch ever so slightly as your finger grazes it.
You make a mental note to take care of that as soon as you can.

Now that you're free, what will you do?


Good plan; no reason to stick around here.
The room is so bare that it only takes you a second to find the door. You walk straight over to it, and to your
complete surprise, it's unlocked! It almost makes you a little angry that they thought you wouldn't be able to
get out, but you'll let that slide. For now.
You swing open the door and step into a hallway. The hallway is just an boring as the room you were in. You
walk down it silently, alert for anyone that could be around.

Who are you, anyway?


Right, sorry. Your other names include The Eagle and The Harpy, but that's besides the point right now. You
have a mission to complete.
A friend of yours has been taken, and it's your job to get them back. You're honestly pretty scared for Benedict;
he's never really struck you as one who can hold his own in a fight. Probably why you're such good friends with
him really; gives you something to do.
The last thing you remember, you were fighting some of Wyatt's flunkies. You were on your way to find out where
Wyatt was holding Benedict, but you stupidly allowed yourself to get knocked out. Benedict will definitely laugh
at you about it after this.

You hear a noise and freeze. Turning the corner, you see who it is. One of Wyatt's underlings, a Viscet by the name
of Xaphan. You've fought this guy before, which is always a struggle given the fact that he can't die. Maybe a
distraction would be the best way to handle this?


As much as you'd like to yell that Xaphan is the embodiment of several colourful words you know, that would
give away your position and then you'd have to fight him. You're not really in the mood for that, do the other thing
instead.


Luckily for you, this building is falling apart. You bend down and pick up a piece of what appears to be the
ceiling.

Item: Ceiling Fragment has been added to your inventory.

You have an inventory now? Huh, ok then. Not like this thing is gonna be in there very long anyway. You
immediately equip it (god you feel like such a nerd), then launch it over Xaphan's head.


It makes a satisfying crashing sound that catches Xaphan's attention. As the other Viscet walks off to investigate,
you slip down the hallway he was guarding and duck into a room. You hope whatever you broke was expensive;
you'd like to hurt Wyatt's wallet as well as his face.
The room you've ended up in seems to be some kind of surveillance office. One wall is completely covered in
screens, showing the shots from all of the security cameras in the building. Screen 8 shows Xaphan puzzling
over the crashing noise. It probably won't be long until he comes back, so you'll have to be quick.
You look at all the screens, searching for Benedict's familiar face. You find it on Screen 25. He's sitting in some
kind of fancy room with Wyatt, and they appear to be...talking?
You frown. You hope Benedict hasn't fallen for Wyatt's interrogation tactics. There are things that Viscet knows
about you that you'd like kept hidden from the rest of the world.

You glance back up at Screen 8, and see Xaphan on his way back. You grab a couple of things from the desk in
front of the screens, then get out of the room and head down another bland hallway.

Item: Pocket Knife has been added to your inventory.

Item: Mysterious Key has been added to your inventory.


Mobster who gave it all up for the other 'cet
Almost cost him his life
Doesn't regret it though he probably should
Covered in scars
Grumpy old man

[magpiemochi.]

my heart is breaking i'm not even kidding lmao

if anyone needs friends, please let me know!

[Razors]

Offering friends as well. I have plenty if anyone needs one...or ten xD

[ps4 kid]

Mark

Res with the prompt,

"That king will be my true love and the darkness in my life, but the truth isn't quite what some think."

[MotherMother]

Res ;o;

[sweet tooth]

if anyone needs a relationship, talk to me!!!!