[molotov]

xxxxxx owner. Nanorat
xxxxxx name. Rufus

base/fur: long fur
horn: none
wings: lg. folded
ears: fur tipped
tail: plush
extras: custom hair/bangs

[koegami]

Mark!

[kaju]

fable name: Fissures
answer:

Fissures was once a deity full of intense loyalty and unwavering dedication. Now this unfortunate soul bares the physical and emotional scars of betrayal. The painful crack-like curse, inflicted upon him by none other than a trusted friend (cough cough Shinigami), has become a constant reminder of the fragility of relationships and bonds, and the devastating consequences of deceit by someone he had once trusted. Every few years that pass, the fractures etched into his body advance and claim more and more territory. They spread like a slow-moving infection, deepening themselves and branching out like invasive vines. Despite being ageless, Fissures is not immune to the pain they cause. Each fresh crack brings with it a searing pain that threatens to consume him as a whole. The agony is a constantly nagging reminder of his vulnerability, a cruel jest of fate. He is haunted by the memories of his past and tormented by ghosts and fear. The betrayal he faced has left him with a deep-seated mistrust, and a lingering sense of unease has unfortunately made it difficult for him to form meaningful connections with the other fables. Fissures perseveres though, and is driven by a unyielding and fierce determination to break his curse. He yearns to heal the wounds of his past and reclaim his shattered sense of self. Immortality has granted him a gift of infinite time, and he is determined to use it to find redemption and to mend the fissures that threaten to consume him at every step. Despite his curse, he is sure to take care of his followers and guide them to the best of his ability, whilst fighting his own battles.


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Fissures name, in the past was Elroi. He overlooked the mortals and ruled over the domain of balance, the earth, and necessary sacrifice. The fables of this world got along well, only seldomly facing clashes for power and control. One particularly fateful night, Elroi confronted his old friend about his ways.

“You understand that what you’ve been doing is wrong, no?” Elroi murmured, his eyes averted from the fable seated beside him. He couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes. A stray ember bounced off of Shinigami, singing the golden fur of Elroi. “I will do whatever it takes to maintain my control.” Shi replied icily. “All the other deities preach of perfection and purity. You should know better than to believe in perfection. You’re not perfect at all Elroi.”

The rest of that night was a blur, and all Elroi could remember was a pain that lasted for a heartbeat, before darkness enveloped him all-together.

He awoke a few days later, much to his dismay. Elroi was cursed with a fractured physical form. Just like the earth he ruled over, he erodes and breaks under pressure.

[boogiebug]

fable name: Arthur
answer:
mark with
the curse of longing

[Nanorat]

fable name: Rufus
answer:

What truly happened that fateful day is shrouded in mystery and contradicting rumors, and its a very painful memory for Rufus himself so he will never shed light on how he came to be affected by such a spell, but he was cursed into having to eat meat like predators do. Sharp canines suddenly sprang up on his jaws where blunt deer teeth were before, making it obvious for anyone who'd speak to him that he was no longer a grazer.

For a deer, such curse means more than it would to animals living in smaller groups, for as soon as he was affected, he became a wolf in sheep's clothing to his own herd, and those who previously loved and supported him now shown only fear and contempt. That hurt him much more than a never before experienced predator instinct now overtaking his mind when he got hungry. He struggled to fight the curse for a long time, resisting the growing pains of hunger that no grass nor fruits nor nuts could quell, trying to distract himself and find something, herbs to chew on mushrooms to fill his stomach, that would ease his suffering... but every time he would inevitably fail, the frogs and mice he'd quickly munch on were not be enough and the curse's magic would pull him to hunt bigger animals, at best rabbit or a grouse, but sometimes wild sheep and boars. The horror on the faces of his herdmates every time he was caught standing over prey after hunting eventually made him leave his old home in search for a new place where he wouldnt be feared so much.

Surprisingly (or not?) he soon found himself in the company of wolves - those he would formerly fear and consider beasts have taken him in without hesitation. For the wolf pack, Rufus was a tall new friend with wings, but with nothing too scary about him. He discovered there can be peace for him, even in his cursed state, as he discovered his new path alongside his canine friends. He learned one can kill with respect, and that hunting for eating is different from murder he used to consider it. He memorised all of wolf songs they sang in honor of those who were now running with them, to sing them on the clear nights where moon's magic was shining strong upon the world. He found out that predators were not so much different from his kind as he thought before, and they love and laugh just as herbivores do. But he still longed for the company of other fables, having grown in a big herd, living with no one of his kind around weighted on him heavily. Until he stumbled upon an enchanted forest...

[Veramora]

fable name: Aiden
answer: Aiden was Cursed with weakness in his limbs that make it difficult for him to walk, run or fly when he was younger after accidentally treading over the garden of an old jaded witch. For the first few months after the curse he spent most of his time in his bed, no longer enjoying the idea of prancing around the Meadows of his home. However, one day he decided he had enough of feeling sorry for himself and began to work with his weakened limbs to regain mobility. It took a long time, but he saw improvement within a few months of self physical therapy with the help of his herd. Now he can walk and trot, but he still has a ways to go before he can fully run or fly again, so he still occasionally leans against whatever is around him or spends time laying down on the blanket he carries everywhere with him when he tires.

[CHALE4]

fable name: Rennic
answer: Rennic was caught picking flowers from a Witch's garden for his lover.
Accused of stealing, the witch cursed him never to be loved by a woman again, expecting to ruin his life.

Unfortunately for the Witch, Rennic is already deeply in love with Aslane, his male partner, and this curse does nothing to deter their relationship. In fact, it might even make his life easier, as women who might have shown romantic interest in him now ignore him entirely.


(Oh, and btw. Aslane LOVED the flowers :>)

[Evils]

fable name: Jaime
answer:

The dark markings on Jaime's body run down through his skin and muscle to bone. They weren't always present as he used to be a lovely golden and white all throughout. The cause for his ailment is a curse...

Jaime used to be a renowned knight to a royal fleet of paladins. He and his companions were tasked to keep a large dragon at bay and away from the castle walls while also protecting the common folk of the kingdom. There was a spire that overlooked the dragon's keep that was always guarded by two of the paladin's watch. These knights were tasked on keeping a close eye on the dragon and to try to make compromises with it whenever it awoke.

One day Jaime was on the list with his closest friend , Ino , to guard the spire. The two of them were rather excited to show their worth as knights of the paladin's watch and accepted the task without hesitation. Once there everything seemed promising - they would spend a few hours a day chatting with eachother before taking turns sleeping. Nothing seemed to stur within the den and all was good.

One night , however , Jaime was up pacing as he kept a keen eye on the den below. Ino slept in the cott beside him. Suddenly a smokey mist started to rise from the mouth of the keep as a large figure ascended up with it. Despite being so large the dragon didn't make a sound as it lowered its head to the window of the spire , making direct eye contact with an admittedly shaken-up Jaime.
A voice began to whisper around Jaime's head and he glanced quickly at Ino who seemed unaware of the telepathic message - "Jaimeeeee..." the voice began in a hiss , the dragon's eye squinting as the fable once again made eye contact. "I give you a proposal... you sacrifice yourself to me and your kingdom lives... or I rise now to enter the kingdom gates..."

Wip

[ylesia]

fable name: Icarus
answer:

Your wings will be a veil of darkness
Your eyes a well of truth
Your hooves the resounding rumble of fear

These are the words that changed Icarus' life forever. And for what? The cursed curiosity of a nosy young man.
Icarus was exploring an area of the forest that everyone in his herd called cursed. They said an old witch lived there, and the adults had strictly forbidden the little ones to go there. Nor would they dream of it, not after all the terrible stories they had heard. Still, Icarus was curious. He did not believe in the witch or in curses. So, one fateful day he set out for the cursed forest. There was nothing strange about it; it was like any other. He began to feel reassured. “What fools,” he thought, ”they all really believe in this nonsense. When I come back I will say it was all a stupid legend.” He was about to turn back when he saw a crumbling little house. Anyone with common sense would have turned around, but not Icarus. He approached it.
When he was a few steps from the door a voice shouted “Go away! You meddler!”
Icarus, finally frightened, ran for his life. When his heart began to beat more slowly he stopped and looked back. The ruin was still visible. “But I don't believe in such nonsense! Yes someone is there, but a witch? Come on!” And so, Icarus returned to the front of the house.
“I don't want to do anything to you or even pry, I just want to know who you are!” shouted Icarus from a reasonable distance.
After moments the door opened. It seemed to open on its own, and beyond the threshold only darkness could be seen. Icarus approached and poked his head in. He could see nothing. He entered the house. The door slammed with a thud behind him. Icarus tried to open it again, but it was stuck.
“I warned you, little boy. Now you have one chance: swear your allegiance to me and you can go,” said a voice from the darkness. It was a rough voice, the same one that had shouted at him to go just moments before.
“Allegiance? What? No!” said Icarus. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
“What do I want from you? Me? I am not the one who came to disturb you, I am not the one who broke the sanctity of your home. From the moment you leave here you will be like me, hated by all, loved by none. You will be the bearer of misfortune and disgrace” said the voice.
“But I am not afraid of you,” said Icarus, ”What has happened to you?”
The voice took a while to respond.
“Aren't you afraid? Really? I wasn't either. Many people fear what they do not know, oppose it with all their might.... I was also like you when I was young.... And I was wrong. You are also wrong. Go out, now, and when you are out your wings will be a veil of darkness, your eyes a well of truth, your hooves the resounding rumble of fear. Those who are afraid of the unknown will fear you, repudiate you, push you away. Don't come back, don't ever come back".
The door opened and Icarus, confused walked out.
It was not long before Icarus realized that the witch's words were true. As soon as he arrived in the village, the little ones ran away. The adults approached him shouting, as if he were an enemy.
“It's me! Icarus!” he shouted.
They stopped, stunned. Icarus could see the terror in their eyes.
“What happened to you...your eyes...go away! Get out of here!” yelled the matriarch without looking him in the eyes.
Icarus turned away, shocked. He stopped on the shore of a pond and mirrored himself. Around him there seemed to be a veil of darkness, as if the sun could not reach him. And the sound of his hooves... it was heavier, deeper. Yet, his eyes seemed to him as they always had, blue and bright. Yet, the more he looked, the more he understood. He understood what the matriarch had seen. The truth. And what hurts more than the truth?

[Dark Mill South]

fable name: Reynard
answer: Reynard wasn't always a good Fable. No, in fact he'd been rather the opposite. He would run over anyone that got into his path, always putting himself first, caring not for how his actions hurt others. He would abuse, manipulate, gaslight, and neglect all of his relationships until they eventually fell apart. And then it was on to the next victim. This pattern followed his life ever since he was about half-grown. Most would say that he deserved whatever was coming to him.
There were legends that surrounded the forest he lived in about a perfect, crystalline pool that mirrored the sky and surroundings perfectly. The legend went that if someone was worthy of it, ancient nature magic would be theirs to control. The allure of ancient magic was most interesting to him. He planned to use this magic to make sure that he got his way, thinking that he would be completely unstoppable and the entire world would be in the palm of his hand. The mere idea of it made him feel like a snake eagerly coiled up in his brain to strike. He knew it would be hard to find because no one knew the exact location, all there were was just whispers and murmurs of it's existence, but he set his time aside to find this pool, hopefully before anyone else did. He walked into the darkest parts of the forest without much of a plan, his arrogance telling his mind that he was the one who was worthy and that because of this he would easily find it. His arrogance held together for awhile until he became completely lost and turned around in a deep fog that seemed impenetrable, walking in circles and finding himself following his own tracks and going completely off a small trail he had managed to follow. Fear's cold finger laid itself across his shoulder, he knew he had no idea where the hell he was going and he knew he was in a precarious situation, but he shook the fear off, snorting air through his nose and shaking his head, forcing each hoof forward cautiously, searching the undergrowth for any signs of life or trace of the trail he had lost, but there was simply just... nothing. There was no movement or sound coming from the undergrowth, no birds in the trees, no other Fables, not even a squirrel or chipmunk. He suddenly realized just how completely alone he was as he listened to the silence, lifting his head and rearing on his back legs to try and see over the fog but it was hopeless. The fog stretched far into the evergreen trees that surrounded his every direction, the silence and loneliness suddenly folding in on him and sucking the air out of his lungs. Fear once again touched him, this time chilling his spine. With no other real options, he took a moment to rest and then moved on.
He came across a large boulder in a clearing as a dead end and heaved a loud sigh, rolling his eyes and staring at the boulder, wishing he could just vaporize it with his mind. He took a brief moment here to rest and pressed his forehead against the coolness of the damp stone, forcing himself to focus on the cold feeling to take his mind off the crushing atmosphere of where he had found himself. When he was ready to move on, Reynard took a few steps backwards to fully turn around, but as he walked backwards, the fog suddenly split wide open and formed a path through the woods that went for a couple meters. He blinked at it, took it in for a moment, and then took another step backwards. Another meter or so broke through the fog. He smiled devilishly, approaching the path going backwards, carefully choosing each step with his head craned back, thinking himself as so clever. It didn't take long until he had reached the perfect mirrored surface of the pool, ringed in with stones and soft blue lights hovering near the ground, a private oasis and break from the fog and trees.
No wonder why no one else could find this... he thought to himself as he approached the pool, this time walking forward once the pool was revealed, and thankfully the rolling and shifting fog stayed back. He was practically beaming, so proud of himself, his heartbeat rising as he realized he was on the brink of inheriting terrible power. He looked into the pool and saw himself, though it wasn't... exactly himself. He turned his head and looked at his face and the rest of his body seeing black tendrils creeping through his body, even covering the eyes of the body in the pool. Part of the legend was that the pool reflected the true character and shape of the one who looked into it, and Reynard would be lying if the image didn't chill him to the bone. He knew he wasn't a good Fable, he knew he hurt others, he had often felt like his soul was blackened and a void, if he even had a soul left. For just a brief moment, he considered his choices and options. He could walk away from this frightening shadow, or he could take the plunge into the pool. Even if something bad happens, I'm sure I can find my way around it. I'm smarter than everyone else. He told himself firmly mentally, his arrogance taking over again as he lifted one hoof and put it into the crystal clear water. All it took was one hoof, the water of the pool suddenly shot pure black and rushed up his leg and body as a foreign shadow, reaching his mouth and flooding down into his very blood, into his heart, a dark shadow blanketing him from the inside and showing on the outside as well as his orange and white fur turned black in some places. He coughed and hacked around the black water as it filled his lungs, hacking up some of the water back into the pool and breathing heavily, shakily. All that was left to do was to figure out what new powers he had just inherited. Part of him was terrified, but the other part was eager to see what kind of destruction he could do with it.
He was very eager to try out his powers, and he walked through the forest confidently this time, finding his way back to his home and town very easily. The magic whispered inside of his head, but not in words or any language, just in feelings, an indescribable sureness guiding his hooves back home. He collapsed into his soft bed and slept for almost twenty-four hours, feeling exhausted in both body and soul.
He waited for the perfect chance in the following days to try and rob a Fable of their precious jewels, jumping out at the other Fable and scaring them at first with his demands for their jewelry, but then their face hardened and they dug in, pawing at the earth like a bull, puffing themselves up and bracing for a fight. "Not on my life." The Fable defied him.
Reynard scowled viciously at them and snarled, "Fine, you just dug your own grave! You have no idea what you've just done," He snapped, and gathered his thoughts, reaching out mentally to the shadow, envisioning tangling webs of vines and spiders to flood over the other Fable but to his surprise, the violent action only caused the forest and magic to turn on him, the dark markings on his lower body following upwards and wrapping around nearly his entire body. He panicked, trying to rear and shake off the crushing vines but the more he fought and the darker his thoughts became, the more the forest and the shadow froze him. The shadow flowed through his veins and took root inside of them, literally freezing his legs in pure darkness until he couldn't move any more. It somewhat resembled the infection of veins and flesh as roots from the forest wrapped around his legs and held him even more in place.
The other Fable gaped at Reynard and the situation that played out in front of them, their eyes huge with fright and surprise, but they quickly took the opportunity and took flight, deserting Reynard to be swallowed up by the forest and the shadow. The more enraged he became and the darker his thoughts became, the more he froze in place and the more his coat turned black, freezing him from the inside out until he was completely no longer able to move. He could think, but he could not move. When his anger had finally faded and the other Fable, the intended victim, was very far away from him, the shadow slowly faded back down into his legs. Reynard was shaking with cold fear when he was finally freed, the magic whispers in his head wordlessly telling him that if he hurt others ever again, or even tried to, there would be dire consequences. The magic and his new powers had found him unworthy, and had turned his personality against him.
The only option from forward was to behave himself and become a better Fable, to be kind, or at least keep to himself if he felt like he couldn't control himself. He still made a lot of mistakes along the way and enraged the shadow and magic, and there was always a price to pay for it. Like it or not, he was forced into becoming a better Fable. It was hard at first to leave that life behind himself, but over time, as he continued to age, he began to become a better Fable and it eventually came easier and easier to him, though the curse is something he still deals with and will always deal with to atone for his previous sins and lifestyle.