[LucidDreary]

Username;; LucidDreary
Name;; Ronin [Roe-nin]; a samurai without a lord or master; Transl. [Japanese] "Wandering Soul"
Gender;; DMAB
Smol Note: The content itself sounds best when read aloud, as odd as it may seem. Perhaps you will recognize the difference if you do or don't? But it is my request that you do, please take that into consideration! ^^ Enjoy!

Amongst the ashen depths of a lonely tomb, desecration and decay mingled in the various, musky scents that bathed in the withering mausoleum. The stench of death was eminent; dominant over any sense that could be mustered as the boy wandered the seemingly endless catacombs around him.
He did not remember his name.
Nor did he recognize his environment, yet he felt the urge to search for something. It was calling him, deep down. It filled him with longing, and an odd sense of duty. An Object? A person? He did not know. So he sauntered aimlessly in the midst of mingling confusion and an overpowering sense of dread.

The way was bathed in darkness, and normally, he would’ve shrank in crippling fear of it, but oddly, it was a comforting feature. Rotting moss and lichen hung from the stone ceilings; the floors were cracked and worn. Yet it was evident that none had trodden these halls in many moons. It was almost as if he were in a lucid dream. And amongst murky thoughts and hallow senses, there was a weight. A burden of sort, calling to him. As if to remind him that he was needed for something. He was needed.
But for what? What was this? Who was this?
The question stung as he stared at himself in a pool of murky water. Streams of it trickled and puddled among the eroding walls and pooled in the midst of the floor. He was paler than he could recall- his face was covered in ashes and odd markings; bruises, and his once shaggy, blonde hair hung in ratted knots and ragged entrails. His eyes were a glossy, dull grey- opposed to his once shining set of blue he had once treasured. It was no longer a question of who he was, it was of who he’d become.
What had happened while he had been asleep for so long?

It felt as though the weight of a thousand souls rested on whatever was left of his own as subtle things became apparent to him as it soon occurred to him that he was in the depths of an ancient crypt. A crypt who’s architecture reminded him of his own people.
His people.
His people.
It was as if a blade had pierced his heart as visions of flames coated his sight; ashes choked his senses and drowned any sense of perception he had.
Screams.
Terror took over him as he cried out and fell to his knees. No pain followed his fall, and no sense of feeling other than the contact of the cool stone beneath him followed.
He wanted to scream his guts out; to feel tears stream down his face and corrupt any other feeling he had. Every sense demanded to be compensated by this sudden terror, yet they did not come.
They would not answer his summons. They would not answer his pain. They would not aspire to his tainted heart.
His heart, of which felt as though it were a deadweight in his chest, did not follow a rhythm. And it did not fill his grey veins with the warm essence of being.

He studied himself as he forced himself to rise- ashes fluttering around him in a vague cloud. It was as if time had withered away any distinguishing feature he had once had of himself. Of who exactly he once was. Yet as the screams he had heard resurfaced within him, his hands curled into fists as he looked around him and for the first time studied his surroundings with new clarity.

The perturbing sight of corpses and wrapped bodies resting on burial slabs carved into the walls surrounded him in soul-crushing amounts. They were everywhere. Shelf upon slab, slab upon burial stones, burial stones upon urns and rusted offerings of coin and husks of what used to be flowers rested with them. Scraps of burnt parchment filled the halls; piles of half burnt bodies and mounds of ash occupied the halls, among the unscrupulous corridors.
Shattered pottery and tapestries lay in purposeful ruin at his feet.
Someone had done this.
Someone had harmed them.
The only thing he had to cling onto; the very fact that he was not alone had dissipated.
No, not dissipated. Desecrated. Violated. Taken from him.

A strong sensation filled him; and it lead him deeper- down into the alluring depths of the ruins of the crypt.
To it’s inner sanctum.
A coffin rested in the center of the room; surrounded by ivy and the conspicuous aura of a single candle lay alight upon the outer rim of the slab that was half askew from its original resting place. It had been moved; the ashes that rested upon the rest of the coffin had been disturbed- and recently. Yet that was not the sight that sent him agape as he reached the coffin.

The cry that followed echoed, and was as empty as the souls that rested within the crypt itself.

[833/1500]


Strike me dead,
Invite me in;
Let me take all your willpower,
And turn it all into something
Vengeance cannot conceive.

For I am the darkness from which you rise from,
I am the sin that you cower beneath,
I am the guilt that you convey through empty emotions,
And I will drive your befoul to it’s breaking extremity.

Your heart will only falter beneath me,
Benevolence will only get you so far.

Let go of your sense of being,
Let go of your wretched restraints.
Give into the darkness from which calls you,
Give into your breathless desire.

You cannot lie to me,
I am the solution,
Your ultimate demeanor,
Dictator.
Victor.
Conquering pinnacle of rage.

Strike your own heart out,
Offer it to me;
Let me take all your willpower,
And turn it into something
Even Revenge cannot contort.

I am your Rebirth.
[141/1500] - Grand total: [974/1500]

[Abraxis]

Username;; Abraxis
Name;; Minerva
Gender;; Female

Minerva, born December 30th of the year 1995, was once a peaceful, loving viscet. Who loved all of her family and friends, she would do anything to protect them. She would always be found playing with her mother Cynder and her father Pheonix. Or just taking hikes through the entire Kilax region. There was so much for her to do and see within Kilax. That she could litteraly spend her entire life there and never discover everything the region has to offer.

And while she could tell you all about her life, family, and adventures she's had while growing up. The truth is, she'd much rather end your life than talk about her past. For the once happy, loving, caring, sweety has transformed into an agent of evil.

For eversince July 4th 2025, her life was forever changed. While the fireworks were being set off during Kilax's independance day. Something within her awakened. Something with the intent and desire to kill. Now, this thing was the reason her own parents banished her from the entire region. It was souly responsible for the deaths of millions upon trillions of viscets in the span of just one night.

One that would be forever carved into stone, and shared for every generation to hear of. Now, while Cynder was against the idea fully. Saying that it would only cause more trouble for their tribe. Pheonix supported the idea, telling Cynder, that every viscet needs to hear of how dangerous she truly is. Of the danger they could be in, just by simply being in the same country Minerva is in.

And so he did, he set up a meeting for every tribe in all of Kilax. He warned everyone of Minerva, told them everything they could possibly want to know about her. What little he knew anyway. He even brought up these "hikes" and "expeditions" she used to go on alone. Saying that Minerva supposedly explored uncharted caves, forests, along with entering ancient temples, fortresses, kingdoms. That have been abandoned for eons, but yet, as if by some kind of magic or curse. Always appeared as if the very walls, foundation were alive. Like at any moment the entire structure, could take on any form it chooses.

As Pheonix looked out amongst the thousands of gathered viscets. He noticed several key leaders missing. Now, no one knew where they were. But, Pheonix knew that they'd never miss a meeting that holds the life's of every viscet on the line, against the unknown killer(s). As Cynder and Pheonix looked into each other's eyes, a strange but yet familiar viscet makes a appearance.

Pheonix has his most trusted and loyal advisor take the stage, while Pheonix, signals Cynder to follow.
"Your awfully late. We told you to meet us here at dawn. Why do you have to make our family look bad amoungst the other tribes?"
The familiar looks at Pheonix.
"Sorry, I had pressing matters to attend to. The aftermath of mount Olympus's eruption devastated more then half of the European alliance. Heck, by the time I got there nearly a quarter of all life was just, gone. As if some ancient diety just wiped them off the face of the planet."
Cynder looks over at Pheonix in disbelief and whispers in his ear.
"Honey, I looked over a report that came directly from that alliance just two days ago. It stated that a viscet with brown fur with a orange, yellow mane came out of nowhere and began a path of destruction all throughout the region."

Pheonix looks over a Cynder for a second, before glaring at Minerva, and asks them both to follow him to the stage. As they do So, Pheonix secretly contacts four other tribe leaders, has the military of all five of their tribes surround the entire Grand Hall.

As they approach the stage, Minerva looks at her father.
"Dad, all of the tribes are here right?"
Pheonix nods his head.
"Yes, well, most of the tribes are anyway. Although, the main alliance is mostly gone besides our tribe and four of the others. Our forces are incredibly crippled, but our empire still stands strong."

As the thousands of viscets look towards the trio, the entire room goes silent. As Pheonix proceeds to banish their own daughter from not only their tribe, but also from ever re entering Kilax ever again. Now, normally anyone would be upset when dealt this serious of a punishment. But Minerva just stood there and grinned.

"Father, you sure you want to go down this narrow one way path with me? Cause believe me when I say this. I will end everyone's life here."
At that moment she is interupted by her father's favorite fighter.
"Now hold on there miss. You are his daughter, y'all share the same blood. We are all in the same alliance. Heck we're all friends, even though a good portion of the tribes here were once enemies of others. Pheonix, I'm sorry to say this. But if she keeps this up, I'm going to have no choice but to put her down. For as you are aware, I am responsible for your safety. My job is to protect you and your family at all costs."

As they stare at each other Pheonix orders everyone to evacuate the area. As Minerva attempts to attack her father, Yuri grabs her arm, flings her backwards. To stay between her and Pheonix.
Minerva growls, as she locks her eyes with Yuri's.

"Yuri, I'm warning you, get out of my way."
""And I'm warning you Minerva, get out of Kilax.Theres no reason to create bloodshed."
Minerva lifts her head up n aughs, flings her head back down to smirk at him.
"Your a fool, if you think you have what it takes to beat me!"
Yuri pops his neck joints, along with all of this other body joints.
"Try me, I'm the finest soldier these lands have ever created."

As they stare each other down, one of the stage lights flickers and their fight commences. Minerva lands numerous fast jabs at his torso packed with power, while Yuri aims for her legs to knock her to the ground in an attempt to end the fight quickly as he usually does. But Minerva quickly catches on, leaps into the air right before his tail knocks her to the ground. As she spins she lands a devastating kick to his face, knocking him off of the stage as he lands face first on the top of a speaker. As Yuri stumbles to his feet, Minerva launches herself off of the stage at him. With a powerful right hook, prepared to slam his head against the speaker again. But Yuri quickly backs up just seconds before her fist broke the speaker.

"My my, I didn't expect to be caught off guard so easily. You truly are a genius fighter."
She barks at him.
"Shut up coward and come at me, or are you to chicken to put your reputation on the line!?!?!"
Yuri charges at her, throwing several punches, kicks at her, but barely anything hits her. As she blocks, dodges all of his attacks.
Yuri shakes his head.

"Damn, that kick really messed me up."
Minerva smiles.
"Don't get me wrong Yuri, you arnt my father's favorite fighter for nothing. But you gotta admit, that I have you beat.
Yuri smirks, breathes fire at Minerva's tail burns her fur off of it.

-Intense rage fills her body, rage of wich no one has ever seen before. She growls loudly, as her hair begins to change color and form slowly, as she struggles to complete the transformation. Her once brown mane begins to turn orange and yellow, as it begins to spike. Minerva yell's at Yuri furiously.

"YOU DARE BURN MY TAIL!!! YOU DARE BURN ME!!! THAT FUR WILL NEVER GROW BACK!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! YOU WILL NOT... GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!

-The entire Grand Hall begins to fall apart as well as most of the entire surrounding area, as her power begins to rattle the entire planet-

-YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!! I WON'T EVER FORGIVE YOU!!!!!!!!

-Her body begins to radiant a bright goldish glow.-

Minerva laughs loudly.
"You've gone and done it this time. You've met your final opponent, your last fight, your one true defeat."
Yuri's face begins to twitch from disbelief and fear.
"How did you aquire that form?!?! I thought... I thought it was just a false urban legend... But yet... Here it is... With my enemy wielding it's immense power, speed..."

Minerva laughs as she concentrates every bit of energy she can gather around the outside of her body. As she prepared to unleash a world breaking energy explosion. Upon unleashing the concentrated energy she detonates herself, along with the entire planet.

It was believed, everything died that day, including Minerva. But within the darkness of space, a ominous light shines, as two grey eyes look directly at you.

Disturbed - Land of Confusion

Cynder and Pheonix owned by SurroundingCrystals n used with permission

[SilverSamurai]

I'm super sorry for the wait, I've been really busy with personal things and haven't had much time for anything. I had some guest judges help me with the judging of this one, and in the end we agreed on one form-

Username;; Shadow Striker
Name;; Mauli
Gender;;Male

Congrats!!

[booklover789]

Congrats.

[Shadow Striker]

AHHH!! Thank you!! ^.^ I am so psyched to have won this kiddo!!

[Prince Audric]

Shadow if you want the art I did you ma have it =)

[Shadow Striker]

Awe thank you!!

[Prince Audric]

^_^ you're welcome

[LucidDreary]

Congrats, Shadow!

[magpiemochi.]

viscet offspring:

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