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[Starmz ♥]

Horned, you're awesome~ c:
Gorgeous Daeet, though the colours aren't exactly
something I adore ^w^

[Ashenjay]

Name:
TBN. . .something lovely, and resembling a rose. Rose in Korean is Jangmi, but it doesn't really fit.
Perhaps, Asami? No, I want something random yet fitting. . .or perhaps inspired from a story. . .

P R I M R O S E


(From Hunger Games, Ga'Hoole, and my lovely PPS owl~ and from the word 'Rose' and the beautiful flower. Quite fititng, too. You can call her Prim or Rosey.)

Personality:
Beautiful as the rose markings that curls around her limbs, she is sought after among males. The rose-markings reflect her personality: Delicate, soft and fragile. She tries to help wherever she can, and wouldn't mind going out of her way in order to ensure that other Daeets are content.
Considered as the calm, loving protector in the group, many Daeets have asked for her opinion in a pinch.

There is, however, one crack in her otherwise seemingly flawless personality. A rose does have it's thorns, after all. The crack is caused by a lonely and an abusive childhood. She is afraid of being alone, and paranoid to the point where it is worrisome. She gets panicky when things change.

Much resembling a rose, she surely is delicate and lovely. And again, much like a rose, she is slowly wilting.
History:

Even before her birth, her parents knew she would be a beautiful one. Born in the North Faction, the biggest of all, everyone thought she would have a great childhood.
Her mother was dawn-colored, and quite stunning, with unique, rose-like marks covering her velvety violet fur. Her eyes twinkled in a lively, friendly manner. However, one flaw in her beauty was that she was weak. She suffered from many illnesses. . .even common colds and coughs could harm her fatally, and often she reached points of near death.
Her father was. . .the problem. He was a stunning daeet too, with brown and green markings, and a magnificent and gorgeous handsome features. His eyes glowed cold and proud, with a faraway, distant tint to them that nobody really understood. Prim's mother had fallen for that look, and soon they had become mates. Yet, Prim's mother had made the wrong choice. The distant and cold look was there for a reason, and not something she should have fallen for.

[Now, it's inspired from a chapter from Five People You Meet in Heaven]
Parents affect their children. Always. If children are like glass, they stain them, break them, or, in lucky cases, clean and polish them til they glow and shine with a luminous light. In Primrose's case, she was not that kind of lucky kit. In fact, her glass was completely shattered.
She was born the only one of the litter, and looked startlingly like her mother. She caressed her with all the care she could muster, and named her 'Primrose' after the yellow flowers that grew during that time of year.
The day her father returned from a long journey, Prim's mother presented her new daughter to him, her eyes shining in hope and joy. She expected something, a praise, from her mate.
However, all he said was, "A daughter. Another mouth to feed; not a son."
And he left. Shocked and bewildered, her mother became very protective of her, and Prim grew up quite well with her mother. She became a lovely, rose-marked female with a flawless, glass-like personality; like a rose. Delicate, soft, and gentle, with a wise mind and a benevolent desire, she was popular and looked upon in joy and honor. She was happy, of course. But her father? She couldn't remember him.
"Mother," she asked one day. "Where is my father?"
Her mother just blinked and stammered, "He. . .he's gone, dear."
He wasn't.
The day Prim reached the age of two, when the primroses began to bloom, he returned. He had changed. His eyes were mad and furious for an unknown reason, and he stormed through all the forest and snarled at pasing daeets. Prim heard the news from her friends and shivered in terror and horror. Her father? This creature?
She felt a tremor of uneasiness as he arrived to her and her mother.
"H. . .hello," she said as cheerfully as possible, with a kindhearted smile. She couldn't be biased, could she?
He ignored her and snarled at her mother: "Do you know what trouble I had?"
He was so frightening, so horrible, that Prim had no choice but to bolt into the woods. She shuddered in the forest, which seemed a bit too ominous now, and forced herself to sleep. She had horrible nightmares; nightmares about her father, her mother, and her kind friends and all the thing she cared about disappearing into chaos. . .
SHe woke with a start, panting and sweating heavily. The sky was full of gray, dark, and mournful clouds, and she could hear distant thunder rumbling.
"Mother!" she cried.
She plunged into the woods, ignoring the thorn and twigs that nagged at her pelt. SHe tore herself through all the obstacles, and in an indaeet speed, she had reached her home.
"Mother," she called. "Mother?"
For an odd reason, she knew her cries would never be answered. She felt a shiver, and was afraid to think. Everything, everything told her that her mother was gone, forever. . .[supposed to be dead, but I thought it was a bit violent and weird so I just deleted it ;D]
Thunder cracked, and Primrose whipped around. There was her father, with an evil smile on his lips.
"You," Prim growled in a shaky voice.
Her father motioned for her to follow. As terrified and weak, and sorrowful as she was, Primrose had to obey, or lose her own life, perhaps. Shuddering in shock and fear, she cast a longing look at her mother and followed her father, keeping a far distance from him. Her usually sparkling eyes were literally trembling in terror.

He led her to the other side of Mackthor. To the Darkness. As mad as he was, he knew that he couldn't live in that place again, after what he had done and his horrible reputation.
"Where are we going?" Prim asked tentatively.
He didn't answer. Primrose faced two horrible things; neglection and violence.
She was often left alone in the dark, ominous place, with no friends at all, no daeets, no birds, no butterflies. . .her father disappeared to nowhere, leaving her crouching in the dark place. Alone. She needed company, but could have none. SHe had to fend for herself during most times, and started to care less about her now dirty and ragged fur. Only a faint hint of the rose marks was left, but she didn't care. Sometimes, someone named Thanatos, Deiliah, or Blitzen, Koxec(yeah!), and a smaller one named Bianca would wander around. The first four were terrifying, and were definately not good company. Bianca seemed okay, but Prim never had the chance to speak to her. Besides, she looked scared herself. So, instead of asking for company, she shied away and sulked by herself.
Secondly, she faced violence. The few times her father was near her, he would go looking for trouble.
Once, she greeted him nervously, only to see that another daeet was lurking by. Her eyes lit up and her tail shook in the joy of having a new friend, but her father thought differently. He growled and whipped around, and when the stranger neared he snarled. The stranger said he meant no harm, but Prim's father battled him viciously.
"No!" screamed Prim. She ran to the stranger and blocked him from her father, but, her father shoved her aside and kept attacking. Prim tried and struggled to pull her father off, and managed to let the stranger escape, but with fatal wound. It wasn't that once. It happened, over and over again, and Prim would stare at her father's blazing eyes, wondering when those would turn against her.
Those events by her father led Prim to be overly worried about being alone, and as beautiful and kind and great as she was, there was always a terrified, dark side of her that she never really likes to talk about. Something that her eyes turn dark and frightened. . .

Love you Horned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
Perhaps, maybe, she can be a good companion to Bianca after all...they're really different, like, female opposites. . .Bianca's humble and nice, while this one is unsure of herself a bit, and quite beautiful. Both are benevolent, so, yeah, they'll make awesome friends.I hope that was 3 long paragraphs. . ?? And YES I WILL make her join RP, I guess the story was kind of a blurb. . ?

[Marmoset]

Omigosh! Horned, you are awesome ^^



Name: Sound
Personality:
Beautiful as the rose markings that curls around her limbs, she is sought after among males. The rose-markings reflect her personality: Delicate, soft and fragile. She tries to help wherever she can, and wouldn't mind going out of her way in order to ensure that other Daeets are content.
Considered as the calm, loving protector in the group, many Daeets have asked for her opinion in a pinch.

There is, however, one crack in her otherwise seemingly flawless personality. A rose does have it's thorns, after all. The crack is caused by a lonely and an abusive childhood. She is afraid of being alone, and paranoid to the point where it is worrisome. She gets panicky when things change.

Much resembling a rose, she surely is delicate and lovely. And again, much like a rose, she is slowly wilting.
History:
You know how you can never remember much about your childhood?

Sound remembers it all too well..
Her life began completely ruined. Her mother abandoned her, her father gave up on caring for her, he soon left her too. Sound was alone... For only the first time, but it was enough. For a while she waited, and waited, til she realized they were never coming back, this drove her to depression. As she grew, she began to walk about the forest scenting for the ones who left her so long ago, she searched for revenge.
One night, after long weeks of hunting, a sudden scent froze her in her tracks, it was a strange scent, a mix of both her mother and father. She tracked the scent to a cave. It was dark and damp, but the scent was sure coming from it, she collected the well built anger together and strode inside.

Almost instantly she was sent flying into the cave wall, moments later a face appeared "You!" it growled, Sound winced, but managed to reply to the hate filled greeting "Father, I want to kno-" her voice cut short to a squeak as the Daeet in front of her roared "I AM NOT ANYONE'S FATHER!" this triggered a thorn to spring from the roses extremely peaceful beauty, and Sound roared back "THAT'S RIGHT! CAUSE YOU ABANDONED ME!" this took him aback for a moment, then Sound felt the sharp blow across her face, she reeled back, gasping for air, when he came on his next attack, continuing to pummel and bite her until her eyes were rolling back into her head. He spat one last word at her "filth!" then stalked off. Sound lay there, paralyzed in fear, wanting to move but not wanting to. Then the noise started, the screech of another Daeet. Extremely close to the place she lay, the screech was snapped short, followed by a gurgle. Sound melded further back into the shadows, that screech was of her former father, something was out there, and it saw Daeets as prey

((I shall leave it there for suspense :3))

[Horneddragon]

Judging for the litter will take ether tonight, or tomorrow. I will give a one hour warning before I Judge. I will tell you all if i am not judging tonight. ( you can expect my answer around 6:00 Pm Est tonight.)

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Name: Se Ridica

Personality:
Beautiful as the rose markings that curls around her limbs, she is sought after among males. The rose-markings reflect her personality: Delicate, soft and fragile. She tries to help wherever she can, and wouldn't mind going out of her way in order to ensure that other Daeets are content.
Considered as the calm, loving protector in the group, many Daeets have asked for her opinion in a pinch.

There is, however, one crack in her otherwise seemingly flawless personality. A rose does have it's thorns, after all. The crack is caused by a lonely and an abusive childhood. She is afraid of being alone, and paranoid to the point where it is worrisome. She gets panicky when things change.

Much resembling a rose, she surely is delicate and lovely. And again, much like a rose, she is slowly wilting.

History:
Beautiful emerald green eyes opened to the bright sunlight now filling the forest. A slender frame slowly stretched up to begin meeting the day. The young female slowly looked around her, and her heart slowly began to race. This part was too quiet, where was everything? The birds weren't chirping here, and there didn't seem to be any other Daeets around. Her breathing quickened almost every time this happened, sometimes she managed to quell herself...but others...not so much. This seemed to be one of her uncontrolled moments. She slowly began to pace in spot until a noise snapped her out of her almost delusional state, she whipped around and noticed a young doe staring at her. Even if it wasn't another Daeet, knowing that she wasn't alone here was enough to sate her panicking.

She slowly walked up to it, testing the waters of this encounter. As she drew closer she noticed it shying away and she winced a bit, like it physically hurt her. She remembered that feeling from long ago. Her friends used to do that to her whenever she drew near. Her parents weren't the nicest, and when the strange cuts and bruises began to appear on her hide the others began to wonder. It was a shameful secret that she really didn't like telling. Especially not since many of the other Daeets in the area actually counted on her for advice or just for someone to talk to. Watching the doe pull away sent her into a flashback of her own childhood. Back to when she would be forced to stay underneath a tree until told to come out. Back when she had to fear not just her father, but her own mother as well. She vowed when she had finally left that she'd never be anything like them, and she wasn't. But now, her grip on mentality is slipping and she's giving in to her panic more and more.

She was never a happy child, saying that would be like saying rabbits like to be eaten. She was in a state of near constant fear. She was a small little thing, and easy to toss around. Her father would always complain that he had wanted a son, not a daughter. He didn't even try to connect with her, and instead decided it would be more efficient to beat her. Her mother was really no better. While most mothers fed and nurtured their children, her mother told her that if she was hungry she needed to fend for herself and wanted little to nothing to do with her own daughter. For years Se Ridica was depressed and rather sullen until she had met another like her. That's when her life began to change. The two began to talk and soon became friends, often making up silly runaway plans or things of that nature. One day, the two decided they'd had enough and ran off together. Not long after departing however, Se's friend fell ill. She had passed not two weeks after departing, leaving Se Ridica alone. Since that day, Ridica's been afraid of being abandoned and left alone. She's afraid of letting anyone get too close to her because she doesn't want to feel that sense of loss ever again, and deep inside, she's always loathed herself for not being what her parents expected of their child. Her flashback ended and she drew away from the doe, slowly turning and padding off to find the others.

[anomaly.]

Username:PartyRocker
Number of daeet you want to adopt: male 01
Reason why you want to adopt it: SO cutee!!!!!!!
Desired name:Onidorin
Age: young adult
Personality: He can have huge rage fits! HE acts as if mentally unstable and sometimes he is. He can let his rgae loose on almost anyone. He.is a very determines creature. He intends on proving people worn. He.wants to prove everyone wring that he can live.on his own not needing.his mother.
History: his mother.left him because he.would hurt others if.he.didnt.get what he wanted he tries his hardest to love on his iwn but even now he is struggling to survive. Most who meet him think he wont last. He is determined to prove them wrong. He has been getting very sick lately. He.is realy weak.
Where will it be used? Possibly an rp or trade rules and signature
How will you use it? To enforce my trade rules!

[Horneddragon]

You'll need to put more effort into your form to get a chance at getting that Daeet Party Rocker <3

[anomaly.]

I added more. I can add some when I get home if thats ok?

[kes.]

Name:
Skimagat

Named for her shyness and fragility. Skimagat is a mix of shy and gentle in African.

Personality:
Beautiful as the rose markings that curls around her limbs, she is sought after among males. The rose-markings reflect her personality: Delicate, soft and fragile. She tries to help wherever she can, and wouldn't mind going out of her way in order to ensure that other Daeets are content.
Considered as the calm, loving protector in the group, many Daeets have asked for her opinion in a pinch.

There is, however, one crack in her otherwise seemingly flawless personality. A rose does have it's thorns, after all. The crack is caused by a lonely and an abusive childhood. She is afraid of being alone, and paranoid to the point where it is worrisome. She gets panicky when things change.

Much resembling a rose, she surely is delicate and lovely. And again, much like a rose, she is slowly wilting.

History:
A female Daeet, beautiful as the flora that surrounded her, stepped into the open with a small group of other Daeets. This first Daeet was slightly frightened by all of the tall, forboding trees, but enboldened by the presences around her. The Daeet's name was Skimagat. The other three's names were Rhin, Naqui, and Bilant; the latter two being males, and the first female. The foursome were going camping. For Rhin, Naqui, and Bilant, this was certainly no odd ordeal. They went camping nearly once a month. However, this was Skimagat's first time spending the night in the woods. She had agreed to come, not because she wanted to, but because if she hadn't, she would've been the only one in her house. Rhin was her roommate, and her other roommate was out for the night. If anything, she hated being alone. This camping trip was much perferable to that. Skimagat looked back at the others and said, "So, what now? Can I help with anything?" The three exchanged a glance, and shook their heads. "Sorry, hun, but you're not strong enough to do most of the things we need to get done...," Rhin explained softly. "Maybe you can go... Gather some firewood?" she suggested, looking at Skimagat, hoping that she wouldn't refuse.

"Oh... Well, okay. If you want me to," Skimagat smiled, and headed off - alone - into a thicker part of the forest with a hesitant backward glance. It was only when she was in the forest for a few minutes that she realized that she was completely alone. Her bright, lime-green eyes flew wide as this thought came upon her. No! How did this happen without me knowing? Skimagat thought, panicking. She revolved around in one spot for a few turns, trying to make sense of the identical trees, trying to figure out which way was the right way. Glancing up, the Daeet noticed that she could barely see the sun's light. Night was coming, and quickly. She needed to get back to the others before it melted all the shapes into one gray-blue mass of objects. The nocturnal fauna was coming out of their homes; she saw an owl and a few bats overhead. Skimagat drew in a large breath, hesitated for a moment, and then yelled, "Rhin! Rhin, can you hear me? Naqui? Bilant! Where are you guys?"

The sound echoed for a minute before fading and then disappearing altogether. Skimagat waited anxiously for a reply, pacing around a wide-trunked tree. Suddenly, another voice sounded. "Skimagat! We're over here! Follow the voice." Skimagat could tell instantly who the voice belonged to; Rhin must've heard her. Excitedly, the female Daeet broke into a run. However, her body was unfit and to be frank, weak. She quickly came to a stop, panting. "Rhin?" she called again, looking up. But no answer came this time. Is it possible..., No, she didn't want ot think about it. But is it? her brain persisted, not giving up without a fight. Is it possible that you were running the wrong way? It couldn't have been true. She knew that Rhin's voice had come from this direction... Right? Where else could it have been coming from? Once again, her troll-brain said quietly to her, Sound echoes around here... You probably heard her voice bouncing off a mountain or something. It couldn't be true... Yet it was. There was no other explanation. Was there? Skimagat sighed, flopped down onto the ground, and waited for night to come. She was too exhausted to do anything else.

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Horned. You're awesome. And Theo. You're wonderful. And Skimagat. You're beautiful. xD
Thanks for making this event! I like events, and this is a great idea. Thanks, Horned!

[Flicka]

Name: Kierra
Personality:
Beautiful as the rose markings that curls around her limbs, she is sought after among males. The rose-markings reflect her personality: Delicate, soft and fragile. She tries to help wherever she can, and wouldn't mind going out of her way in order to ensure that other Daeets are content.
Considered as the calm, loving protector in the group, many Daeets have asked for her opinion in a pinch.

There is, however, one crack in her otherwise seemingly flawless personality. A rose does have it's thorns, after all. The crack is caused by a lonely and an abusive childhood. She is afraid of being alone, and paranoid to the point where it is worrisome. She gets panicky when things change.

Much resembling a rose, she surely is delicate and lovely. And again, much like a rose, she is slowly wilting.
History: Kierra was born to a family that did not want her, her siblings pushed her around and her parents never scorned them, she was shunned at times especially by her own mother who was jealous of her. And her siblings followed her in this example. all through life they pushed her around and bullied her, her sisters even going so far as to utterly embarass her in front of her first crush while later in life they stole a mate. Her brothers watched and did the same, belittling their sister. They put on a good act in front of other daeets but alone they were merciless. When she became older it got oh so much worse as they pushed her around until she finally left but now due to that she also feels more alone then before.

Kierra had suffered many heartbreaks, or even just heartbreaks in her mind due to her sister's bullying. Her own father was not present he had just left and she was blamed for that, it was unrelenting and no one did anything about it. When they finally up and abandoned her she was confused and sad while being more lonely. Even though all they did was pick on her they still acknowledged her being there. And now she was all alone. As time Passed she went wandering looking for them running into many different daeets, sometime following them because she was lonely.