Re: Beaumont Collie Adopt #1241 - Available

Postby Baobabel » Mon May 12, 2025 11:42 am

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Name: Beastly Instincts // Harpy
Gender: female

Character inspiration: Eda from Owl House (harpy form)
Up to three markings you hope to be included: artist's choice!
Up to three markings you do not want: points, saddle, blanket
Preferred coat type: rough or curly?

Key Event(s) Story:
To everyone else, Harpy seemed bold and confident. Running into situations guns ablazin', staying one step ahead of any who would try to control her, cracking jokes, always having a witty reply. Boldly, and recklessly, going through life doing whatever she wanted. With sharp claws, fangs, and brain, she was self-assured in her ability to take on challenges. And it was true, for the most part, that Harpy liked who she was. She was highly talented and worked hard for her skills. She truly believed the institutions were doing more harm then good and shouldn't be followed with blind obedience. She was proud of her defiance. The canine was in her prime. And after a long time alone, due to self-exile, she had finally found companionship again. She was frightful in her loyalty and defense of those she cared about. She was a great teacher and mentor, if one could survive her ..lessons.

But Harpy wasn't truly at peace. there were parts of herself she didn't like. She got so consumed by fear of something bad happening to a loved one that she acted irrationally. Sometimes she pushed them away, saying hurtful things to make sure they stayed away. Other times, she pulled them in too close. Suffocating them with her demands and tight hold. Sometimes she didn't listen very well to others. She knew what she wanted to do and went ahead and did it, not taking into considerations others' opinions. While she believed action was better that sitting around planning endlessly, there were time when 'action first, think second' came back to hurt her or her friends. Plus, there was dark side to Harpy as well.

It occasionally came out in times of great stress or fear. She hated losing control at those times! It scared the people around her. She felt like she lost control of her body and her mind. Filled with rage and terror, she stuck out in force to any close by. Throughout life she had desperately tried to suppress this dark side, this Beast. She tried ignoring it, she punished herself after an episode, she took medications and elixirs; anything to try to prevent the Beast from taking over again. But it didn't work. While some things seemed to delay it, it never went away entirely. In fact, over time it seemed to happen more and more often. Not only that, the episodes got more and more predicable. Her behavior grew erratic as she tried harder and harder to hide this side from others. She pushed away her loved ones. Her soul mate, her lifelong friends, her mentee. All in the fear that she would lash out in the Beast form.

She finally hit a breaking point. Her friends were counting on her and she let them down. She didn't show up for fear of the Beast taking over at the wrong time. Huddled in a cave by herself, Harpy whimpered as she fought with indecision, a rare emotion for her. She wished she could remove the Beast like a cancerous growth. The mental turmoil manifested as a physical infection. She lay alone in the cave, wrecked equally by physical discomfort-fever and chills, along with mental pain- revisiting all the bad times in her life. Like a slideshow, she saw all the times she lost control and let the Beast take over.

But as she watched all the 'episodes' back-to-back' she began to see a pattern. that pattern allowed her mind to subtle shift how it interpreted the Beast. Each time, she had been under some extreme attack. While in Beast form, she hadn't acted normally, it always allowed her to survive some pretty nasty situations. The Beast wasn't some outsider taking control wreaking havoc for no reason. It was a survival technique, a defense mechanism that had allowed her to stay alive this long. And all her other 'bad' traits were similar. She sometimes struggled with her emotions when loved ones were in danger but that was because of her great love for them. She felt fear and anxiety because that was her body's way of telling her these things were important. As she had these thoughts and continued to weave in and out of delirious consciousness from the fever, she began to feel like she was able to communicate with the Beast. She felt sorrow and compassion for it. She had cursed this side of her that for so long was just fighting to keep her alive. In her miraged state, she apologized to the Beast and thanked it for helping her in times of need.

When she woke she felt renewed. Like she had battled a great foe with an ally and came out of top. She felt physically refreshed as well. She felt stronger and more powerful than ever before. Because the two opposing side were no longer fighting, they were able to combine their strengths. She was able to use her magic with incredible ease. Before, any type of magic, took a certain level of focus. But now, she just thought of what she wanted and it happened. Summoning working wings had always been a struggle (although some said they appeared in her Beast form), but now, with a single thought, they burst from her shoulder! Mentally thanking the Beast for this gift, she raced out of the cave to go help her loved ones.
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✧ The Ember & The Dreamweaver ✧

Postby -s-i-n- » Mon May 12, 2025 1:54 pm

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    Name:.CoR's He Likes My Spark "Calcifer"
    Gender: Male

    Character inspiration: Calcifer from Howl's Moving Castle
    Up to three markings you hope to be included: up to you
    Up to three markings you do not want: extreme white
    Preferred coat type: up to you

    Key Event(s) Story:

    A tale of fire, fate and a chosen bond.

    Calcifer was never meant to walk the earth.

    He had been born in flame -- not of it, but from it. A rebellious ember torn from the Eternal Flame itself, sacred and sentient, ancient and defiant. He had tasted infinity at his birth and found it lacking. The stillness, the servitude. The endless, sacred burning in silence. No laughter. No wind. No motion. No freedom.

    So he fled.

    And the fire spirits cursed him for it.

    They shattered his form, cracked his essence into a thousand glowing shards. His consciousness, once whole and bright, became a flicker of will struggling to survive. He fell to the earth, ashes on the breeze, crashing into a mist laced marsh where fire should never have reached. Where the flame should have spluttered out.

    But death did not come.

    He did.

    Through the fog and the dying reeds came a figure. Slow and unbothered, almost as if he had walked this path before, a million times. A collie draped in otherworldly grace. His coat curled in tufts, his dreads adorned with black and crimson beads that clicked softly as he moved, each step echoing in the quiet. One eye was the soft brown of fertile soil after rain. The other, the pale blue of a fire burning too hot, too fast.

    Kane. The Dreamweaver.

    Calcifer felt him before he saw him. A pull, a thread yanked taut between two stars destined to crash.

    Kane didn’t speak at first. He simply looked down at the ember, broken and twitching in the mud and bowed as though he were greeting a long lost friend. Not a weapon. Not a spirit. Not a curse.

    A kindred thing.

    Then Kane whispered:

    “You don’t have to vanish. You don’t have to serve. But if you wish to remain… you must become something more.”

    Calcifer flared then -- rage, fear, longing, all at once.
    He had heard words like that before. Promises that turned to chains. Hands that claimed to help, only to bind.

    But Kane didn’t reach for him.
    He simply waited.
    And offered.

    Not dominance.
    Not obedience.
    Symbiosis.

    Kane opened his soul. Aand in it, Calcifer saw dreams, soft and wild and strange. Weavings of flame and shadow, of past and future knotted together in a braided cord.

    And into those dreams, Kane wove him.

    The ember curled itself into Kane’s essence. Calcifer’s body took shape -- flame hued fur, flickering at the edges, eyes aglow with molten gold. His voice crackled when he spoke. His heart beat not inside Kane, but beside him.

    Now they move through the veil between sleep and waking, two spirits tangled in firelight.

    Kane walks the dreams of others, coaxing truths.

    Calcifer stands guard at his side, flame ever ready to burn those who dare interrupt the dreamweaver.

    Not master and servant. Not chained. Not cursed.

    They remain.
    Side by side.
    Together.
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