[Hail.]

What Are Amarogs?

Amarogs are a closed adoptable non-profit species. They are wolf-like with large, muscular forearms, heavy tails, and hind legs made of a strange hard shadow. They are a cursed species found all around the world, forming packs or remaining solitary.

Since Amarogs are a closed species, you cannot simply make one of your own. Please read the species rules and information to learn about how to adopt one, or how to obtain a custom.

Prompt: How is this Amarog handling the curse? Are they angry? Scared? Or are they making the best of it?

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Honorable Mention(s)
904849 (JessKnight)

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Name: Ash
Gender: Female
Humanity: High
Owner: 249543 (AlleyBalley)
Owned On: 1/10/19

Genotype: gccgcc/bbl/Hh
Phenotype: A red Amarg with green eyes
Ranking: Common Amarog

Origin: Cursed
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[Mantleray]

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[friday]

Username: paoffy
Name: Russet
Gender: Female
Humanity: mid-low
Prompt (500 words max): Russet wasn't always her name, but she can't pronounce her old one. As a human, she had always thought she was a decent, or at least no worse than any other person, never expecting to be turned into this monster. Russet isn't happy with this change. She's only able to speak simple sentences and cannot pick things up with her hands. She left her home for it only served as a painful reminder of her previous life. She hunts in the woods for food and seeks companionship from another amarog who feels similarly about the curse.

[JessKnight]

Username: JessKnight
Name: Illi (Pronounced like Lily but without the L)
Gender: Demigirl
Humanity: Medium-High
Prompt (500 words max):
Illi is actually fairly okay with it, for the most part. For the first week or so, she was completely terrified, then she slowed down and watched what was happening, realizing what and where she was. She was more calm at that point, settling into a hidden nook of the forest and working on making herself comfortable. Sure, she's sad about losing her family and friends, and she's cried plenty of times from it, but she's come to accept that that life she was living is in the past, and she can't get it back, no matter how hard she tries.
Extra (optional): 1 art piece OR 300 words
(Poem? Poem) [Goes down then to the right UwU]

Silly Illi
All Alone
Gone is Life
and What Was Known

Lost among
the darkened brush
Hunting, sleeping
losing trust

Trust in us
to set you free
Of the world out there
and every tree

Just floating now
in a dark abyss
Just hoping for
Life's Last Kiss

.
The trees they guide
to an early demise
But far unseen
By searching eyes

To stray far from
the world out there
So you may keep
your old, worn hair

So sleep and hide
And rest your head
For one sad day
you might
just bite
some
lead
.

Save yourself
from the rotten world
To sleep and run,
to dance and twirl

Until you're far
away from home
To run far
from the hallow tomb

But Hope is not
lost on her
As she claws and digs
At the Strong, Rough bur

To hide away
from the echoes inside
And wash and clear
Your broken mind

[AlleyBalley]

Username: AlleyBalley
Name: Ash
Gender: Female
Humanity: High
Prompt: Ash always thought she was a good woman, but clearly not as evidenced by her current appearance. Ash was a woman of the lord, which religion you might ask, but the time to remember that has long passed. She prayed to the lord to undo the curse and after that was not done she cursed his name, spitting and howling to the sky. She began to wander aimlessly, same as she does now, humming old church toons to herself thinking and reflecting on what she remembers of her life. She tries not to kill too much because she was always squeamish, but when you have to eat you have to eat. She travels many places but tries her hardest to stick to the shade. She can't always run from her problems, she knows, she's addressing them in her own way. Slowly, gradually, like a sloth picking leaves to eat. One day she'll settle down, but not now...
(157 words)

[Firedancer77]

Marking!

[cyberdragon725]

Marking to watch!

[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Name: Percy
Gender: male
Humanity: low (High enough to speak)
Prompt (500 words max):

I wasn’t always the monster I am now. Yeah, I’m a monster now, through and through. Don’t get me wrong, friend, I don’t dislike what I am now. I mean, look at me. See the power in my limbs? In my tail? Do you know how quickly I can move? HAH! Faster than any mere human, like you! It’s an incredible feeling- it’s freedom, to put it easy. Easily? Simply? Hmph. Words don’t come as fast and good as they used to. That’s the one bad thing about this change. I used to be smart- real smart. I was moving up in the world, regardless of how many other humans I put down to do so. See, I was never bad to the other creatures I’d the world. Had no reason to be, they weren’t in the way. It was me on my quest for power, and I was getting more and more... but it wasn’t enough. Even when I had the political power, it wasn’t what I wanted.
And then I got infected.
And this is it, what I’ve been searching for all along. It’s a different type of power, it is FIRE running through me! And I can use it, use it against all those pesky humans. All of you, humans.
But I am not simply a beast. I know there is at least some worth in humans. Oh yes, they can be very full of use, sometimes.
Where else would I get my entertainment?

You look exceptionally slow, human, so I’ll give you a lead.
I guess I never did get past my gambling problem. Think of this as a high-stakes game of tag. If I catch you again... you lose.
So get running, human!

Percy was, despite what he says, a despicable human. He simply could never really see it himself, due to being somewhat sociopathic. He had nothing against other animals and beasts of the world, but found himself all too often disgusted by the way humanity progressed. So, when he was infected, it was incredibly easy for him to throw off his mask of kindness, and embrace the violent and animalistic side of himself. All in all, though, he simply traded one type of destruction for another.

Extra:
Percy is a bit of an odd Amarog, in that his humanity is low, but his intelligence is not incredibly low due to his high intelligence as a human. His has some mannerisms which do not make full sense- he was unable to connect to humans, but finds it incredibly easy, not to mention fun, to connect to and bond with other Amarogs. Percy is very feral, but very pack oriented, and constantly looks for “brothers and sisters to run and feast with.” He also has an odd sort of drag or drawl in his speech, so his sentences (when he chooses to use them) will drop off in a deep growl. Percy’s most common expression is a ferocious grin, and if you ever see his malicious smile aimed towards you? Run, while you have the chance.

[Mantleray]

dropping out ;v;

[werewolf kiss]

Username: Lady Amethyst
Name: Amyr
Gender: Male
Humanity: Low
Prompt (500 words max):
Amyr was angry and bitter even before the curse. Amyr became even angrier, more bitter, and extremely irritable because he was a criminal in his human life without family of friends, they all were terrified of him. Amyr became a rogue in his Amarog life, as he wandered from place to place he grew from bitter to hatred and darkness. Amyr found a dark cave deep in the forest and their he stayed, when anyone came into the cave, they never returned, legends say that Amyr died, other say he is still alive. Three years passed by and Amyr left his cave and found a pack of Amarogs, he looked at them with his Brown eyes, his expression looked angry, a young male Amarog came up to him and said, "welcome Amarog. My name is Typhor, alpha male of this pack, what brings you here?" Amyr just stared at the young male and he started shivering before Amyr as their eyes met Amyr said, "blood"... as Amyr smirked at Typhor and lunged at the young alpha male as Typhor fell and Amyr snarled viciously at the pack who ran off into the forest. Amyr smirked and continued walking, he walked for miles until he came to a stream in the deep forest and he lowered his head to the creek drinking the fresh and cook water, the sun beat down on him so hard as he wanted trying to cool down, he continued for miles as he broke sticks and left large paw-prints behind, a black rabbit sat on a stump watching him with its dark eyes, the rabbit seemed unafraid of him, he snarled viciously at the black rabbit, it was still sitting their not afraid. He continued his journey until he stumbled upon an abandoned castle, he decided this would be his a new home. Amyr soon forgot about his curse and thought he was born an Amarog, a few months later, three rogue Amarogs stumbled upon Amyr's castle. Two males and one female, the males were brothers and the female just tagged along. As they entered the castle Amyr said, "what are you doing here?" They jumped startled by the voice as they saw Amyr, the black male said, "we wish for no harm, we heard of a rogue living here and wished to follow you." Amyr agreed, a couple of years later the pack grew up to a 1,000 members and they still live in the castle.
Extra (optional): 1 art piece OR 300 words
Other information
▪The castle is known as Night claw Castle
▪One male is pure black with golden-yellow eyes
▪One male is dark gray with pale blue eyes
▪The female is pure white with pale blue eyes
▪Amyr was born on September 1, 1995
▪Amyr doesn't remember his human life or even remember being human.