Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Rainbow Dash]

The results are in on our poll.

Flash game created animals are now no longer accepted!

[Papyrsatyr]

With the new adoption center it's not like they won't be loved....eventually. o3o

(by the way Wendigo I love your avatar. It's very cute.)

[Shadencile]

omg i like her avatar too it looks like a stamp :3

sorry for ish being off topic...i just felt i needed to share that...

*leaves*

[Enoch]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 1
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Name: Din'au
Species: Deer God
Personality: Apathy...
The absence of emotion, like darkness was the absence of light or cold of heat? She is not one of the more favored Gods. She is the God of Plauges and Death. As you can see, she is hated for it.
Now, her apathy doesn't help either, having become numb to emotions and pain, she will not care when it comes to taking your life.
She is quiet, never talking, whenever she walks, it makes no sound. She wears mask, for fear of what would happen to the one that looked into her eyes when her mask was off. For the victim's soul would turn into nothingness and thus, wouldn't ever be for her taking.
She hates when she loses a soul that is rightfully hers. Her rivaly with the bird demon, Narcolepsy, causes her apathy to melt into rage whenever they meet.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background: One of the beings born from the eternal darkness at the beginning of time and space. She has a "friendship" with the more murderous, Space incarnate (the personfication of Space in the form of a human being).
She also has a rivaly with Narcolepsy, a bird demon that sees herself as the true ruler of death. Long ago, this rivaly led to an all out war between the followers of Din'au and the followers of Narcolepsy.
The war ended with the end of the world, which of course humans don't know of who is was before thier time.

But recently, Din'au chose to "help" a young human boy, Rolo Lamperouge. He became apathic as a result. Now, you are wondering where this boy is. Well he's dead. Din'au took his soul.


(will finish later. I hope it will be able to live up to the one of person going for this deer, Toalfoal! )

[Xanre]

Erm, sorry if this isn't allowed, but...
bump!

[Missy]

I would like to adopt!

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Name: Andere (An-deer)

Species: Moonlupus X Northen-Jupiterhund

Personality: Andere is sensitive at times, used to an easy life free of sins and tease, not willing to accept there will always be someone out there who finds joy in hurting others. She recoils at insults, and takes them to heart. Usually they don't sting to long though because her best friend Marco has a way of convincing and influencing Andere. In fact, she is quite vunerable to being influenced and doesn't hold many strong beliefs other than to respect others. Her ways are always changing, for better or worse as time passes. Another thing you should know is that she is a little lost, maybe even clueless. Each day Andere finds herself asking the same questions, whether they may turn to who she is or what she wants to be; where her fate lies and with whom; and ofcourse, how can she live up to the expectations that are placed upon her by the more wiser of the pack.

With an air of mystery and a touch of welcome to even the most distant individuals, animals of lupine-kind or another are attracted to Andere. Some say it's her eyes, others say it's her personality. Which is quite odd, because the reason those are drawn to her is neither. She is quite the bit of eye candy though, splashed with bright pinks and purples al around her body surrounded by a glowing white complexion; it is a widely known fact that the more colourful a moondog is, the more attractive to the opposite gender and appealing to those around them, which in final terms defines their status. It is a little known fact that the more colourful one may seems, the more likely their chance to be born with an escence of magic. But she, being spaced out most of the time, has no awarness of these powers, and has not searched herself for them at that.

Andere may be a day dreamer, with neglected senses and a low attention span. She may be simple, finding the highest type of entertainment to be chasing Marco across the field in the summer, never tiring of this. But her mind works in some of the most unbelievable ways imaginable; if you asked Andere a question, such as "what is the most enjoyable food you could possibly eat?", her reply would fall so far away from the average that you'd think she was unstable. An acceptable answer would be "freshly picked grass" or, if the lupine was a little more creative "leaves of a huckleberry tree". But never, on our moon, has one ever said "rabbit meat"! Can you imagine?! What kind of creature would prefer a tasty bunch of flora to such repulsing meat? Well, whatever else is in that girls brain is a mystery to the rest of us.

Although she is free-spirited and rarely starts fights, there is something a little annoying about the girl. Her inablitiy to recognize the obvious, especially when it's right below her nose (like the moss she was looking for yesterday, holding it in her jaws at the same time). As each day goes by she whistles and skips around like nothing is happening. I've noticed a group of elders have become more closed off and heard snips of their conversations; it's not hard to realise they're talking about her (or maybe even plotting). Then there's that Marco, prancing along and throwing hints at her in hope Andere might take one. But, she doesn't of course, to caught up in dreamland. The only thing Andere has noticed is that the pollyseed has flowered in the east meadow this year, which really makes me think; I need to get a life instead of summarising Andere's. By the way, I'm her brother Buck. And I'll keep telling you about her because I'm halfway through, and nothing is less than imperfect here on our moon.

As I commented on previously, Andere is in a pool of posibilty that she may posess out-of-the-odinary gifts. Since you're you're only human, or perhaps even canine, you'd probably asume she can mind read or levitate; these, I sadly must inform you, are not uncommon in our society. Most (if not all!) moondogs are able to "mind read" as you call it. Telepathical energies are what sends not only our words, but also thoughts and emotions. Other species avoid us in fear of being bomarded by a swarm of energy that sounds like an angry mob. Though quite frankly, it's probably a quiet afternoon for us. Oh, when I refer to other pecies I mean all but those on earth; to them we might as well be mute and dumb. Andere can recieve and send messages, but usually she's very hard to read. Sometimes she says nothing for weeks. Or maybe that's her gift, the gift of a private mind. An ability (one of very few may I let you know) that we cannot muster is lying; I've caught Andere lying several times, especially about her listening. I don't know if anyone has picked it up yet, but the lies and blocked thoughts link together...

Likes: Romping around with me is probably her favourite pastime. Especially in the east meadows. We used to be really close her and I, you know? We were the twins of the pack, best friends, the perfect pups. Our names came by our nature with each other. Oh, I remember every day we'd scurry off to the swamp and bathe, taking in the crisp morning air and splashing each other playfully. Then came Marco, a loner to the pack. I never trusted him, and I swear one day the rest of our pack will understand why. Just a glance from him is piercing, with those gold-tinged orbs of his; something shifty about them, dangerous. But Andere loves him so, as a best friend (thankfully nothing more) and I'm happy for her. Not one bit jealous. At all. I swear. Well... maybe a little. Maybe. You see, after he marched in and hypnotised everyone (not litteraly, hypnotisim can only be mastered by the senior healing aids) she and I drifted apart. It was awkward to be around her, with him following us around just staring. Sometimes I miss her, but only when I'm alone. If anyone ever heard my thoughts I'd probably exile my self from the pack in embaressment.

You may think this next one is odd considering her personality, but I think it suits her just right. Andere is a prankster. Not many of us suspect she would ever plot something so creative and funny (yet slightly creul), and when judgement time comes for the victim to raid our brains for sly thoughts, I doubt her's will be open for inspection. There is nothing Andere loves more than a good prank; whether it be something as simple as a scattering of pollyseeds on a windy day, or meat wrapped in leaves to tempt her victim into posioning themselves on the vile food. Each prank takes a confident amount of precision, practice and is aimed at a pack member who will least benefit from it. We try to avoid the pups though, usually because of their excitment (much to our dismay) and bickering mothers. I've never participated in one of these pranks because it goes against my nature, but I observe Andere in her preperation and enjoy them as much as anyone else. Here in our pack everything is perfect, everyone is in line, nothing goes out of routine; the only interference is my sister, which is partly the reason why she gets away unoticed.

Dislikes: There has never been a lupe of our kind that shares the same thoughts as Andere does. We all have little habits, personality attributes, traits, or whatever you ant to call them. But her... she inherited nothing, but posesses everything. I'm not afraid to admit this, but all my peers and family are trapped under a shadow. We can only do things by a set of imaginary rules I could say to put it into simple rules. Everything started must be finished; proper food is to be consumed only; no using vocal comunication; respect all of those around you; never leave pack territories; always hide your emotions to prevent friction. Although these rules are unspoken of, they are obeyed with a strong force of loyalty we are all born with. Pushing the rules aside is tabboo, although so far there has been no consequences as we know them. Andere has never admited it, but I know she hates the structure of our society. Why she hasn't been caught? Beacause the rest of us simply are too preoccupied in trying to fit the rule's standards to notice. Her zany and bubbly ways may be misleading, but she's hardly a threat. I'm not sure that's what the elders think though...

Background: {switches from Buck to Andere's prespective}

I was never really organzied you know. Never quite right either. I guess this is how I ended up here; in a cage, side by side to my fellow primitive companions. I don't doubt their intelligence, but if something other then a grunt voiced out of their mouths I think I would try conversing. No, these earth creatures are stupid and instinctive, their superiors are much more intresting. They remind me of my own kind but are somewhat differnt. Instead of having everything in moderation and preforming in monotone, they seem... free. Like they each have their own sort of rules, and are distinctly differnt to the next person that walks past. Differnt features, sounds, ambitions, perosnalities. I'm not acusing our race of being uncreative and numb, (although they are), but these beings seems to vary in all stats at differnt rates. What amazes me the most is that although they are so complex with all these features, traditional or not, others do not treat the differences between them as rebelious. I've seen some snap at each other and bicker, even physically hurt, but not unless they have reason to. It has occurred to me that fighting is probably one of the boldest differences in our societies.

So you're wondering how I got here, in this amazing yet also hazzardous place? Well, it all started back a couple of yonks ago (roughly weeks in human scale) on a sunny day. I would have never suspected all of our suns to shine when such a sinister event was about to occurr, but I don't control the weather so I guess it was just a coincidence. I was on my way to pick some fresh mouse-moss for its healing properties, as our healers instructed me. Something about the ecense of their urgencey made me quiver. Never had a healer in our pack been low on apparutus, and futher more mouse-moss was not in season. As I hurried off, something made my eye dart around nervously. Half buried in the green growth that we call the forest floor, a slice of silver glinted. I cautiously investigated the foreign object. It carried no smell, but had a metalic kind of taste, resembling the craggy boulders that formed around our swamp. I picked at it coyly with my paw, shocked when it slid up my foreleg. I could feel its aura tingling around me, sending messages even the healers couldn't make out; my concentration was disturbed though as something approached me, making no effort to disguise itself.

I felt thoughts enter my head in a rush of emotions and hatred; whatever I had commit had stirred up something terrible. The silver anklet shook furiously as I trembled. "Sieze the child!" a voice boomed over the frantic jumble of messages. At once I saw them, crawling out of the shadows like vermin. My whole clan. They snarled and snapped at me, and I used every ounce of strengh I could muster up to fend for myself. I had almost thrown enough off course to make an escape, but more just kept coming out of the shadows. Why are they hurting me? A spliting pain sped through my limbs as someone bit down. I turned to face Buck, in spastic fits of rage as he draged me away with a brutal force I had never seen in him. No pity filled his eyes. Why...? My peers started to chant and yelp, vocally. I had never been so frightened in my life. Numerous events had just taken place in the span of a few mintues, all of which probably hadn't happened in a thousand years or even never, and I played the main role in them.
A rough kick from some bought me to my feet. Towering above of what seemed to be miles and miles, was an outraged elder. I could sense that he was enjoying this moment of me shattering. His face seemed familiar, always plastered with a scowl when I caught it. His eyes narrowed.
"This child is an abomination!" he screeched. The crowd repeated in unison.
"We cannot have an abomination!"once again they called out after him.
He lowered his head to meet my eyes. "What shall we do with such a thing?" I had never liked the elders.
"DESYTROY IT! KILL IT! ABOMINATION! ABOMINATION!!" Their eyes were bloodshot with a horrid mix of glee and fury.
I flew backwards, starting off with a lively pace in an attempt to escape. But the mob caught me, clawing and scrambling just to sink their sharp points into my flesh. My limbs were frail and battered, hardly able to escape. So I stopped and let a sea of fur, teeth and blood carry me away. Maniac-like laughter echoed across the clearing as my family tried to kill me. And to think they were vegetarians. My vision blurred although I didn't notice because my eyes were shut. They would have been clawed out if I opened them.

Then everything went silent and all I could feel was shudders pulsing through my body. I woke up somewhere damp. It stunk of urine and stale water. I don't know how it happened or why, but it has something to do with the anklet I'm sure. And I'm eternally grateful to this day for it.

In the weeks proceding my teleportation, I spent time exploring and observing the alien race. Well, races actually. It seemed there were all kinds of creatures, some dominating over others and some hiding to survive. Much like myself. I mosty stayed out of veiw, wary of drawing attention to myself. I would stand out here, not only because of my species but because of my colours. Everything that looked somewhat like me was painted in natrual colours of grey, brown, tan, black and white. I cursed my beauty several times, especially because of the attraction even a glimpse would gain. The native animals tended to stay away from me, almost as if my coat represented danger in some way; this was good thing, because I didn't want to fall prey to anymore salivating jaws or hungry eyes.
But as the days stretched on, I started to weaken. I got sick, having an attack of infections and viruses eat away at me while my under-developed immune system balled up and fell asleep. Coughing fits, eyes and nostrils covered in thick layer of crust, unpredictable limbs. For the first time in my life I felt weak and beaten, as there was nothing to motivate me. The universe wanted me to die, I knew it did. So one day I stopped trying. I stopped scavenging for food, stopped asking questions, stopped hiding. Each breath grew fainter. My lips trembled as I tried to wake, but failed miserably. My body had shut down. The chain slid onto the dusty dirt which I rested on. Eventually my heart beat stopped and so did the rest of the world. I died.

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I can see a bunch of young moon-lupe plucking the fields of pollyseeds. They're not smiling, not talking, not doing anything; but their job. They look kind of unhappy. One is tired and I see it fall back alittle and flop on the ground. It can't cope. I don't think it's sleeping. The other lupine walk over it and don't look back, but keep plucking their seeds. At first I think they wont notice the tall black figure salking through the grass. But they do. Each one pivots around in a movement that is as exact as the one of all who surround them. Their ears flick up and they bow instantly. It must be hard for them to bow, with those large baskets strapped to their backs. Pollyseeds are heavier then you think. The black thing swishes across the field in slinky, jagged motions. Its eyes are full of merciless evil; I know what that looks like, I've seen it before. Each of the lupes seem slightly nervous, but stay put and turn around back to harvesting. The fallen one lays motionless on the ground; I know he is given up hope. I know he is scared. I can feel each nerve vibrating out of his body like a drum being beat. A black thing crawls over him and launches itself. The next thing I hear is two screams; ear piercing like a banshee's wails, one escapes his throat for just a moment, followed by mine. I can hear his thoughts. They are not pleasant thoughts, not anything near. They're agonizing, petrifiying and horrible. I can see exacty what that creature has done and is doing. I know exactly what's happening. I know why my peers are trapped and the consequences of rebelilion. He has told me. He is now nothing more than a limp pile of skin; no, not blood and innards, just skin.

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For the second time in my life, I woke up covered in sweat and shock. My body had been storing energy all that time, and I knew that what I had seen was real. Their expressions were not figments of my imagination, for even if I am creative I know that I would never create a scene so creul. Even if they had banished me. My mother once told me every action you take and everything that happens in our universe is connected. I knew that I was here for a reason, to save them; how? That would come in time. My eyes flickered tiredly, and I settled down for a refreshing rest to replenish my energy.

So there you have it. I was captured by humans, shoved into a trap and I'm grateful for it. They healed me up and fed me (though vile stuff it is) and now I have all the time of my life to prod at questions that were left unanswered and more importantly, save the fifth moon. Oh joy!

[Ebonpyre]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2

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Name: This mysterious create goes by several names. Her true name is Artemis, but true names hold great power. She has many aliases on Mortal Earth, far too many to name.

Species: Artemis is a 'Blessed One', a species of my own making. I would further explain them, but it would be a major spoiler for the story.
To put it simply, a Blessed One can look like any species of the natural world. The most common, however, is a canine appearance. If one of the Blessed Ones dies, it will throw the world into ruin and chaos. The amont of damage depends on which Blessed One died: some's death could change the world, and others could completely destroy it.
Blessed Ones are either invisible to mortals, or they appear to look like a normal version of their species. For Blessed Ones are always easily distinguished; whether it be unnatural colors, markings, or an addition of limbs, they always stand out immensely from their mortal cousins.
Blessed Ones are a species in itself, a branch of the Immortals. Of course, none are completely immortal. Their bodies are prone to sickness, starvation, and can be killed by violent means, but time does not decay their bodies.

A drop of their blood can have healing properties. The only catch is that the Blessed One must willingly give their blood for it to work: otherwise, it turns to an acidic substance that burns through flesh. Some Immortals use this blood as a poison.
A foolish young Immortal once went to Earth in disguise as a human, spreading rumor about the Blessed Ones. He made them out to be human-like beings- for no human would believe it if they were told that anything in the form of an animal could be superior to them- and chaos erupted, twisted versions of the truth spreading. Thus a few of the names of Immortals can be found in the stories of mortal humans. Even then, the patheticaly weak minds of mortals failed to grasp but a shadow of the Immortal world. Their wildest dreams and craziest creatures their imaginations conjure cannot hold a candle to the wonder and might of the Immortal world.

Personality:
Artemis was not always the creature she is now...she was an innocent pup once, with her own hopes and dreams, instead of fury and ambition. But change effects all things, not even the Blessed Ones can master time. Innocence was snatched away, trust was shattered, faith was demolished.

Since only a small while after her birth -the twinkling of an eye compared to the length of her life 'till now- she has struggled through life. She was a runt, small and helpless at birth. Her mother despised her and her twin brother, though, and both were left to fend for themselves. Her twin handled the situation much better than she did, deciding early on that he would not hate only because he was hated. While both were permanently scarred, Artemis fared worse.

And so the years passed. She would be the first person to admit that she was brutal, and she would admit it with a look of pride in her eyes. She would be the first person to admit that she was violent, malevolent- and there was always a wry grin on her face when the topic came up. Oh, no, she wasn't ashamed of herself at all... no. There was nothing she'd not done in violent intentions- and she lived for violent intentions.
Some have called her heartless. Her response to those remarks is clever; of course she had a heart. For nothing was as cruel, a heart made of flesh and blood knows what gives pain.

Even more time has passed, millions of years. She has grown in wisdom and in strength, and the power of her hate and cruelty has grown along with it.

Now Artemis is quite brusque and dour. She is strictly no-nonsense, cutting straight to the heart of whatever matter is at hand. She is mysterious and quite contradicting, to the point that most have given up trying to understand her compeltely. If you are lower rank than her, you obey her whims or die. If you are above her, you avoid her anyway. That is all that anyone needs to know.
Her wits are almost quicker than her sharp reflexes. She is sly in her mind and loves to twist the meaning of things to suit her, twisting things other say to a different meaning that could destroy them. Artemis can always manage to make someone think twice about anything, yet she still prefers physical prowess over a sharp tongue.

Girly? Never. Artemis is wild and free-spirited, stubborn and the definition of rebellion. She will fight to the death for the right for her opinion, and can and will, without hesitation, resort to violence to prove her point. She will kill to show her unrelenting dominance. No quarter asked, no quarter given. She is proud to a fault, and refuses to be humiliated. When someone does dare to try and do so, she never fails to make sure the whole plot backfires.
Her respect is hard to gain, and view have accomplished it. Despite her love for her brother, if she had to choose between his life and her own she wouldn't hesitate to save herself. For she values her own interests and life far higher than that of any other. She will hide behind a mask of eloquent politeness if she must, but only if it will benifit her.

She's a major flirt as well. She will sometimes take on the appearance of a normal wolf, more beautiful than most yet still diminished from her regular form, and walk among her mortal cousins. She will stay, sometimes for years, sometimes only a day, only to leave without warning on a moonless night, never to return. After most of her visits to mortal Earth, she leaves broken hearts in her wake. When she does stay long enough to have pups, she usualy kills them: for her power could pass onto her pups, despite having a mortal parent. With her father being the most powerful of the currently living Blessed Ones, any pups in his direct line could take on great power, power great enough to destroy mortal earth and start another immortal war if the pup is left untrained. But even if trained in its' powers, any soul can be corrupted. Either way, she does not want to be a mother...though she would never admit that it was from fear that she would turn into the Blessed One her mother was

Like most Blessed Ones, she has a tiny bit of a problem with Narcissistic rage and megalomania. She is not as bad of an egomaniac as some of her relatives, but having no one she could trust besides herself, she has developed a bit of Megalomania.

In short, she is fierce, violent, and unpredictable on the outside. On the inside she is just a wounded pup, longing for nothing more for someone to love her, and someone she could trust. One person can somewhat sooth this pain, though. Being near the one called Dion can help distract her from her moods, despite that they call him a no good cad. For she was more comfortable being around an outcast like herself than anyone else.

Likes: The night and the moon. She loves the hunt more than anything else. Her tracking skills and reflexes are well known and admired through the land of the Immortals.
She secretly likes to spend time with her brother- despite her outward complaints of his ignorance and immaturity- though moments when they are together are very few and far between.

She loves deer, and I do not mean to eat. She will rarely hunt a deer, actually. When she does hunt and kill, it is only to vent her anger or to feed the other immortal companions, loyal to her always. They were lessers, and thus had to eat. Blessed Ones did not need food, water, nor sleep, yet still did all three on occasion.
She also seems to favor Cypress trees. No one knows why. Her fur vaguely smells of Cypress constantly, a trait that has made her easily recognizable, which is fine with her. Because she loves to be recognized, for her name to be whispered and spoken by any and all immortals...whether said in fear, awe, or resentment didn't matter to her.
Despite that, she prefers solititude over the company of others, save for her posse of huntresses.

She likes dealing with herbs. She knows the healing herbs, but is not a healer. Usualy she deals in poisons, an inconspicous way of killing or maiming her enemies.

Stalking people. When not hunting or messing around on Earth, Artemis will quietly follow people around, both Blessed Ones and Mortals. Her neverending curiousity drives her to try and figure out any and all interesting secrets on earth: as if there are many of those. None of the mortals she stalks even realizes she was there. When it comes to Blessed Ones, however, she's not as lucky. Sometimes she can succesfuly follow one of the lesser Immortals without being caught, (mostly Midas and Dion) but she has given up on trying to sneak up on those such as her father. Not only do they catch her, but most of the time it angers them immensely. Her father is always particularly enraged by such things, and it is not wise to anger him, even if you are his daughter. For the Blessed Ones' society is varied hugely from any on mortal earth So Artemis tries to avoid her father as much as possible. She hasn't forgotten too soon, after all, of the way her grandfather died.

Her father Raiu's brother, Xesat. She ignores the hate between them, though, watching her uncle whenever he ventures from his home. He confronted her once and nearly slashed her eyes out, yet she still has scars around her eyes from the encounter. This hasn't daunted her, though she now takes better care to not be noticed.

Dislikes: Being outwitted or outdone is one thing she extremely hates. Losing is not an option in her book, quitting even less so. She also hates being contradicted; especialy when the one to do so is right. There are little or no witnesses when she is proven wrong, though, the challengers usualy dissapear inexplicably, their bodies never to be found again... When she cannot 'dispose' of them, she always manages to find a way for them to be miserably and publicaly humiliated with nothing to suggest who the culprit is.

Mortals, particularly humans. Those narrow-minded fools who consider themselves great, whom even the grandest of geniouses she thinks complete idiots compared to the least of her kind. Yet they still interest her slightly, for they are the only creatures who can do the damage they do..they only creatures cruel and creative enough to cause such pain for their own kind and others.

Being disrespected. The smallest signs of disrespect in lesser Immortals infuriates her, and her fury is not something any being would want to face.

Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot)
I once walked in darkness and knew no light, until a bright star broke loose from the vault of heaven. I saw it streak across the darkness in a graceful plunge to land upon a hill in my night-blackened landscape. Never had I seen such a thing so bright with its tail fanned out behind it in glittering particles, gems upon black velvet. Where it landed, it threw sparks into the air and fizzled to a pulsing glow. Curious and eager, I climbed the steep hill on top of which it lay. Breathless, I reached the very top to find the pieces of the star nestled in a crater. The fragments were jagged where they had separated from the whole, but smooth on their outer perimeter like some orb that had been struck at it's center with chisel and hammer. Broken though it was, the star cast its pure white light upon the night. Never had my wretched eyes looked upon a light so bright, let alone so pure. The intensity of the thing threatened to blind my night-crippled eyes, but I could not look away. Like a child, I felt drawn to that which I had never experienced and I felt sympathy for the fragments, for they laid there so sadly. I hesitantly reached my paw towards the fragments, but they burned white-hot against my flesh. I cried out and withdrew, glancing down at my scalded flesh. The glowing fragments of the star flashed brighter still, imprinting their dazzling light upon my eyes like a white film over my sight, before going out completely and hiding their light from me.

The flesh upon my paws still throbs with pain for which no salve exists. And I walk in a darkness now much deeper than I have ever known for having known the light.

The sun shimmered in the sky, slowly descending beneath the horizon. The golden sphere cast an orange shadow over the world, creating a peaceful scene. Pity that it was indeed exactly the opposite of what it seemed to be.

A slender creature, resembling vaguely a canine of the world of Earth, yet was obviously different in a way that no words could explain, stood at the rim of a lake, watching the large star -far greater than that of earth- disappear, soon to cast the world into darkness. The other two suns of this world had long since fallen, not to rise again for many more hours.

The remaining light the last sun cast reflected on the fathomless blue surface of the water, gently rippling on the waves. A soft breeze swept through the air and shifted the striking green leaves of many trees that blocked its path. Rocks glowed in the light, creating the illusion of a simmering flame.

The peace was short-lived.

“Raiu.”

The being tilted his gaze at the intrusion, shockingly azure eyes meeting pale emerald. He let out a sigh, half annoyed, half aggitated, and turned to face the other.

“Xesat,” he acknowledged. His voice was dark and he spoke with a tone of importance, a commanding tone that equaly commanded attention and honor. “What is the purpose of your visit?” He asked, blunt and to the point as always.

“He is gathering his followers as we speak,” he explained slowly. “He...he is preparing for war.”

With a scoff, the other turned his back to Xesat and focused his eyes on the lake. He had predicted such a thing would come to pass – it came as no surprise to him, none at all.

“Raiu?” Xesat took a small step back, unconsciously increasing the distance between them. The only thing that could intimidate him was his brother, the brother he hated so yet had to work with. That would change very soon, though, and Xesat struggled to hide his smug smirk. It would be fatal to reveal his plans so early on. His time would come.

The other shook his head slightly, with dismissal. “Convey a message to the others,” he ordered. “They are to prepare for battle.” He looked towards the horizon and recognized that it would not be long before the sun would have vanished completely.

“At dawn – we fight.”

The days of war always come.
And for some they never go.
For many they are trying days.
Months.
Years.
I have lived since before the begginings of Mortal Earth...
I have lived through turmoil and pain, suffering and war.
But most importantly, I survived.
Now war is coming again...and nothing can stop it.

The moon shone wane overhead. The night was just beggining. I stood at the base of a hill, slightly to the side. My father stood on the top, looking down at those assembled in the glade. My mother sat behind him haughtily; oh, how I despise her. My brother stood directly opposite of me, hidden partialy by the higher mound where my father was. We were opposites, all right; in every way, shape, and form. He practicaly glowed, the golden shades of his fur seemed bright even in the pale moonlight. Pale flames licked around his paws. Fire loved him, light loved him...everyone and everything loved him. He practicaly attracted attention. He was truly a prince among Immortals, far more powerful than he let on.
These were the only times we could be together: occasionaly at night, when his daytime duties were not present. Even when were together, we could rarely speak. This was one of those times.

My gaze traveled slowly across the assembly of Immortals. There were hundreds of thousands, at least one for every form on earth (and quite a good many from other places), though the majority were canines. From a small ferret curled and watching the proceeding with wary eyes to a great warhorse, decked in armor, all shapes and sizes of creatures were here. We could, of course, change our size to fit our whims. I scanned the crowd for my fathers' brother, who Raiu hated so. Despite his withdrawment from the others, he wasn't hard to spot. Large and burly, it was hard to tell whether he looked more like a ragged bear or a panther of some sort. His dark fur was matted; he never cared about his appearance. A small, lithe creature stood beside him, slightly resembling the ocelots of earth. Her white fur stuck out of the mass of bodies like a beacon. She was of no interest to me, though, so I turned back to the one I had been searching for. Sensing that he was being watched, he raised his head with greater speed than expected from his great size. Green eyes- I sometimes fancied the thought that the glowed faintly- spotted me immediately, piercing yet pale. His lip curled into a snarl, and I looked away nonchalantly, as if I hadn't been staring.

My father stood, watching as more crowded into the clearing. The markings under his eyes shown brightly, reflecting the intensity of his mood. I had inherited similar markings from him, that perturbed me due to the fact that they allowed others to guess more easily my thoughts and emotions. Raiu stood with his head erect and his jaw clenched, looking down with a bland expression. Weariness shown on his face, yet there was something more...a fierce determination, self-preparation for something. What, I didn't know. Either way, he was hiding something...and I was going to find out what. Tearing my gaze away, I glanced at the crowd again.

I spotted Midas- or Hunter, as he was better known- (the majority of Blessed Ones had dubbed him Midas for the golden fur he had when he deigned to be in his canine form, a jackal, but whether the name was one of mockery or otherwise, no one could say) at the fringe of the gathering, standing with his arms folded across his bare chest as he leaned against the first tree that seperated the immense glade from the surrounding forest. While no one knew what exactly Hunter was, he appeared to be a changeling of some sort -currently in the form of a human-like creature- that I will not waste my time trying to explain. There are no words in any language of mortal earth to describe some of our Immortal creatures. For he was obviously immortal, being in this country at all was proof enough...Yet he was not a Blessed One. For some reason the memories of even the oldest of Immortals became foggy when they tried to remember the time when he had came. So of course all were suspicious of him; if no one knew who he was or where he came from, he was obviously not to be trusted.

Which, naturaly, interested me even more.

Hunter finally snapped out of his thoughts and back into reality, eyes narrowing as he glared at me. With a barely surpressed smirk, I finally brought my attention back to my father, who had begun to speak. I was only half-listening, not caring about the problems of the mortal earth, of this one, for that matter. Of course, I was expected to help solve them, but since when did that mean I was actualy going to? I had been to Earth oft enough, I knew their problems. I would far rather be out, alone for the most part, hunting until dawn. But tensions were rising between the immortals, it could be crucial to watch everything taking place. One muted murmur, one hostile glance, might be the only warning of an oncoming war. War was coming, whether in a day or a millinia didn't matter.

I subtly felt a presence by my side. While I guessed who it was, I still glanced out of the corner of my eye- and was correct. Dion stood there, so close his dully golden fur nearly brushed my side. "What are you doing here?" I snapped. There was no use lowering my voice, with all the racket around you could shout and still keep from being overheard. "I have a right to be here, don't I?" He retorted, his tone giving away nothing of his feelings. I scoffed. "As much right as a pig has to fly." I muttered under my breath. Finally he had to break his stoic mask and grinned wryly, that michievous grin that screamed trouble. It seemed that nothing could faze Dion, so I had stopped trying. He was the only one who had ever gotten me to ease up a little. "I meant here, literaly. Being so close to Raiu will definitely cause trouble." What I didn't mention was the rumors that would spring up as a result of seeing the blackgaurd Dion so close to me.
"Do I care?" was all he said, brushing it off as if it was nothing. Point taken.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice as my uncle seperated himself from the crowd, along with several others. It may have never come to my attention if Dion hadn't nudged my shoulder, rather hard. I turned to snap at him, but before I could he gestured to where I could see Xesat look back right before he dissappeared into the night. His eyes seemed more piercing than ever, as if those pale globes could see into my very soul.
Then, without a sound, he turned away again, and the night swallowed him up.
Dion and I exchanged glances. Yes, war was coming, a war to shake the lands of Mortal Earth and of the Blessed Ones to their very foundations.

[Rainbow Dash]

Kio made my avatar :3 She's closed right now I think.

I'm not sure what the current deadline is. It's in Atwood's head.

For the next round, I will be contributing a design!

[Atwood]

The deadline is Monday or so, since a lot of people are busy with the holidays right now. Can't wait to see it, Wendigo!

[kat34z]

I really hope I get the one I applied for! I am already planning art by me for her, as practice, then I could order some.