[kolyakun]

kolyakun || Male || Thanatos

[Hydra.]

Username: Hydra.
Flitz name: Erlik
Legend: -- The Judge and Jury --
Imagine being the first to make something different, something new. Now imagine that everyone rejected that new idea, leaving you to drown in fear. Nothing could be worse than being told you can't do it, that you can't possibly do something of importance without ruining it; that you're too clumsy, or too unimportant to do anything well. Erlik had to go through that, and he didn't take so kindly to it.

It didn't take the malevolent flit long before he started to grow darker. With all of the hate other flitz gave him, it was no surprise when he returned that hate. Erlik began to become distant, he always kept himself away from happy flitz, he couldn't deal with how they got what they wanted. He despised how they had their ideas supported, unlike him. His ideas were rejected, and he was labelled as insane. It wasn't until he died that others began to actually understand how far they had pushed him.

Imagine taking a trek into the dark woods, where he once lived. The crows would be cawing at you, as if they're screaming at you to turn around. Their beady eyes glistening a deep red color, and their sharp beaks split as they warned you. The trees swayed, the branches seemed like pointed claws, reaching out to stop you. The thick fog below your feet making it difficult to see where you were stepping. Everything was seeing at you, clawing at you to make you stop. But it all dissipated as a tree branch crashed down above you.

You had heard of the legends of this forest, that there was a flit that once died here from grief, and his lack of will to live. That he had gotten sick and couldn't last much longer. The crows pecked at his carcass as he died, removing everything from his face, leaving nothing but a skull. You heard that when others went to find him, that thick white fog covered his body, and that was why he had his face pecked away. You remember hearing that he could care less about his own health, that he let his claws grow out to be sharp like daggers, and that he had plants growing on his antlers.

You gave a shaky sigh as you closed your eyes. You could feel fog rolling over your body, and as you looked down at your paws, you realized that you hadn't tended to them in forever. Your claws were as sharp as can be, like Erlik. The crows cawed above you, their tones sharper, and much louder now. You were wary about the situation. You could have sworn you heard claws scrapping against the muddy ground, as if they were being dragged against the ground from bring too long.

So you look up, squinting as if that would help you see better, which it didn't. A dark figure began to slowly show itself, and you could make out a few details, their face was gone, it was nothing but a skull. Their claws were narrow, sharp and elongated, and their antlers had green wrapped around them. They looked awfully like you, except for one big difference. You had a face, and they didn't. The crows began to look like they come from your nightmares, with their beady red eyes, serrated beaks, and intensely sharp claws. They stared down at you, and you whimpered. The figure that once stood in front of you, was gone. You could have sworn th-- they were you, that was you.

All along, you thought the legend of Erlik was a flit who was hungry for the faces of other flitz, that he was estranged and demented. You never once stopped to realize other flitz were talking about you. You realized that you had been so full of yourself, that you had torn the faces off of other flitz who had rejected your ideas. You were the monster they spoke of. You smiled vaguely, realizing you were the one who punished those who rejected your reasonable ideas. You were the judge, and the jury. The final verdict, you were guilty. Guilty of being a punisher.

(this bby is a dreamie, I'd die to have him! He's so handsome and precious and ah, he's heccin amazing, you designed him fabulously! I wish luck to whoever gets him, he's a precious creature!)

[noreptiles_]

Ooo, possible mark, they're dreadfully beautiful <3

[DeadDadCrew]

Username: Laundry Detergent
Flitz name: Someone
Legend:


The legend of this being is unknown, even to them-self, they don't when their existing began or when it will end. They know not what they are or why they're here, simply that they are. Meaning is a mystery. Were they once another being who met an awful fate? Why can't anyone explain who they were or even where their from? They wander and question, not finding any meaning or purpose other than to try to know what they are.

When will this end? What have they done to earn this fate? What could they do to end the never ending suffering? Maybe there is a way out. They spend more time thinking by cliff's edges and water bank than they'd care to acknowledge. Why not make a new life for themselves, reasoning is not a quality they posses. Their an irrational person, not knowing who or what they greatly effects their sanity.

Time passes, ageing never effects them. How long has it been? Who knows. Maybe it's less time the they think, maybe it's more, or maybe it's been longer than any of us will ever know. However long or short the time they may exist, it doesn't change the emptiness within.

Still wandering, wondering. Questions never ending. Some things changing, somethings that never have or they never will. What has become of them, no one knows nor will they ever.

[Dragonheart48]

Username:
Dragonheart48
Flitz name:
Danta
Legend:
An entity that passes judgement on the organisms it comes across, if the entity judges the organism poorly they drag the down to the pits of the underworld

[dragonmaster11]

Username: dragonmaster11
Flitz name: WIP
Legend: possible res with flitz death God: this is who each flit sees when they die
also the first flit? cursed?? WIP

[hugs100]

mark plz

[Pacsaj]

Res

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Flitz name: Miago
Legend: (mixing two ideas of the Beast and Dr. Moreau)
They don't have a name. No most who seem them run in terror. But once they were normal you know.
Dr. Moreau's Island was not fictional. In fact, Miago knew that first hand. He remembers believing in the good doctor. Trusting him with his work. Now, look at him.

He doesn't even have a face anymore. Though not completely the good doctor's fault of course.

The legend is simple. Dr. Moreau was said to be insane, a wild man with even wilder than the beasts. And yet Miago's the one who's called the monster.

[lysander]

slams my hands down
username: lysander