Acinonyx-Most likley closed for good!-see last post!

[passion.]

Is this a contest?

[Flame Triforce]

Yes, in a way it is. It depends on what kind of 'contest' you're thinking about. In this one you can take the form on the from page and there are two new Acin you can choose from, you'll fill out the form for the Acin you'd like and try and make the form look better and get the Acin, like everyone else.
Did that make sense?

[passion.]

Um, yes. It does. I'm trying to decide wether to join, or not!

[Flame Triforce]

People, I need to update the archives! I haven't in a while and there are probably some mistakes, sorry for not updating it daily, I had some weird problems going on at some times. If there are any mistakes and you do not see your Acin or it's in the wrong spot, please tell me ^^ I won't get angry. Also, some of the Acin aren't on because I never linked the name but I have them, though to be safe, just PM me ^^.
Thank You ^^

Edit: If you have changed your username, please tell me!

[starry--knight]

Username:
Starry-knight

Acinonyx Number:
1

Offering:
Rolling in the rain
Flashing in the dark
That's where i am

Amist the beauty
And the horror
Quite a sight to see

Oh the flickering
The burning of flame
So entrancing

Above the earth
The rumble and roar
Shaking of leafs
Cracking the floor

-Lightning and thunder-

Story goes [here] when I'm done^^

[Mr.Milo]

Will be judging soon so please try to finish up your entries within the next two days!^^

[IlloaKai]

Username: ~Acceber~
Acinonyx Number: 1
Offering: Poem

Saint from hell

Tragedy struck
tears fell
She is the one whom cries
Through bitter Hell


Through the flames
she walked through the Abyss
they spoke with fear
drying their tears
she would be cursed
never to rise
but with each breath she'd breathe
peace would come swift

Angel from Hell
or so they'd say
But a mother she was
And always would be
She was a saint in the flesh,
an angel of mercy
but cast down,
she was finally freed...

[Azure23]

Username:
Azure23
Acinonyx Number:
2
Offering:
Name:
Amarwen
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Amarwen is a bit of a loner. She does not care much for the constant chatter of groups, or the suffocating, compactness of crowds. Amarwen also shows a bit of an independent streak. She does not like to rely on others for help or be told what to do. She chooses her own path, makes her own plans, and decides how and when to act. Amarwen comes off as cold and distant at times. She does not talk much, but when she has to, her words are blunt, short and sweet.

However, Amarwen is not cruel or mean. She will not turn a blind eye towards young ones or other creatures involved. She can be a fierce fighter when she needs to. She radiates calm and surity during times of panic and fear. Amarwen is also a bit of a wanderer. She travels from one place to another with no destination in mind and goes only were her feet take her.

Story:
Her paw sunk into the freezing snow with a muffled crunch. Her dark midnight, purple fur was buffetted with wind and large, stinging snowflakes stung her nose and eyes. She plowed on, however, refusing to let this..storm turn her from her path. She wasn't cold, if anything she was a little warm due to expanding her muscles just to stay upright in the powerful winds. The purple fire that was her element that blazed hotly along her spine also added to the warmth. A small smile of satisfaction formed on her maw as each snowflake that touched the lavender colored fire disappear with a hiss. It was a small victory in defeating the snow that was blocking her path.

A sudden gust sent another flurry of snow into her eyes and suddenly she was engulfed in darkness. She let out a small hiss of frustration as she shook her head to clear the frost flakes from her face. Her scarf fell back into place around her neck and she looked at it in annoyance as she realized what truely blinded her. Her annoyance changed to fondness as she looked at the well-worn cloth. It was a light lavender color, much like her own element color, and it was the softess fabric she ever felt, even after years of traveling. For a few moments, her mind drifted to another time, in a much different place..
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The little kit padded after her much bigger mother, her blue eyes wide but fear made her silence. Behind her, the screams and yowls of fighting were drawing to terrifing silence. From the way her mother was leading her at a steady, but tiring pace, she knew her Pride had lost.

Her mother paused, allowing her exhausted and pawsore, cub to catch up. The cub collapsed with a weak and sad squeak, her body shivering a little before going limp. Her mother, her body covering in scratches and bites of battle, collapsed as well. She touched her nose to her daughters, a smile on tired and weak face. "I am proud of you, my brave little one." She murmured softly, the normally blazing hot element along her spine, dimmed low.

The cub looked at her mother, her blue eyes fearful but knowing. She watched as her mother unwound a lavender colored scarf from around her neck and placed it across her cub. Her chest rumbled with a purr as her dark cub snuggled under the soft fabric. The cub stayed there, her blue eyes never leave her mother, even as the last of the fire died, and she was engulfed in darkness.
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Her body shivered, and she pawed hatefully at the snow. Her blue eyes blazed along with the fire along her spine. Hot tears formed on the corners of her eyes but she was refusing to let them spill over. Refusing to show that one weakness. Even if her only witness was the icy whiteness of the blizzard. She ground her teeth and forced her paws. She wasn't giving up just yet, she was still plowing on. Trailing behind her, the scarf flailed in the blizzard's might.

[I really enjoyed writing this. Even if I don't win, it was ton of fun. Glad to see you back, Milo. I hope these become more active again. ^^]

[passion.]

Wow, azure! What an amazing form! And I'm sure all of your guys's forms are amazing as well! Sorry if this is spam. I will stop now. I just has to say that! XD

[wajas]

 Username: wajas
Acinonyx Number: 1
Name: Lightning
Gender: male
Likes: he loves to watch lightning, thunderstorms, rain, stargazing, and other outdoor activities. He enjoys the night, the moon is his bud/friend. His favorite food are anything sweet, nice, or spicy.
Personality: He is a kind, serious, and gentle male who enjoys company but also some me-time. He is very smart as well as patient, you might never anger him. He likes to have people younger or older around him, to feel safe and secure. He may have his coragous moments, but his is always the shy, considerate one.
Story: BOOM the thunder roared outside. It was raining, thunder sounding on and off, and lightning lighting up the black-painted sky. The stars were out, making this the most perfect night in the world for Lightning. He gazed in awe at the sky, while he was lying under a dry tree, looking at the marvelous show before him. "Wow," he hummed in marvel, "this is wonderful." He hummed a tune to the beautiful scene around him, the lightning shown in unison, while the thunder crackled to the rythm.

In the midst of the war,
The peace is murmuring,
The fear is roaring,
'look at this,
The war is strong,
Look at this,
It won't last long,
Treasure the memory,
My fellow youth,
Treasure the memory,
With the tune of new,
It is war, it is peace,
But who is overthrowing who?
Peace is murmuring,
Fear is bellowing,
Peace must flee,
To save her naive,
She will come back,
When fear lacks,
So don't you worry,
Peace is there,
Just hidden, somewhere,
In the heart of the dread.'

Offering: a year of free art requests/ trading