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Username: sherlock;
Kennel Number: One-hundred and eighty-seven [187]
Name: Allison June
Called: Allie
Gender: Female / Mare 
Species: Horse
Breed: Irish Cob [ also known as a Gypsy Vanner ]
Personality [of pet]:
Background/History [of pet]:
Use:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
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[SpartanAmethyst]

Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning--
This horse only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone,
Love remains for shining.
~Barrett Browning
(slightly modified)

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Kennel Number:
#187

General Information

Show Name:
NC Darkest Illusions

Barn Name:
"Jinx"

Gender:
Stallion (male)

Coat:
Mahogany Bay Tovero.

Age:
3 years

Date & Place of Birth:
12:01 A.M. Friday February 13th, 2009.
P.O.B. Unknown.

Breed/Species:
Clydesdale (25%) + Norman Cob (25%) + Shire (50%)
Bloodline
Sire: Clydesdale-Norman Cob halfbreed stallion; Mahogany bay carrying the "Mahogany" gene.
Dam: Pure Shire mare; Raven black mare carrying the Tovero gene.

Delving Deeper

That's when love can build a bridge of light, that's what turns the wrongs all right, that's when you know it's worth the fight. That's when love can turn nighttime into daylight, that's when loneliness goes away, that's when you gotta be strong tonight. 'Cause only love can build us a bridge of light.
~"Bridge of Light" by P!nk

Personality:

Am I in the heart of the storm,
or in the storm of my heart?
~Me

Jinx has always had a hard life; that's the one thing about him you know to be true. But if you didn't know, then you never would have guessed. Despite his raising, he's always been very optimistic and innately trusting, always hoping for a better tomorrow. Jinx is the horse who always tries to go through the day in a good mood, no matter how nasty it's been. He refuses to believe that everything is bad, and enjoys the little things in life. He can tend to be a tad bit depressive though, and has been known to accidentally lash out if he's having a bad day, which luckily is very rare.

Likes || Dislikes:
Large, open areas to run || Small, dark, confined places.
Bareback riding || Bulky saddles and whips
Dressage & Halter classes || Jumping and Endurance trials
Lightning and rain || Thunder and storm winds
Spring and wildflower fields || The stinging insects of late spring/early summer

Background/History:

They wanted him to go faster and jump higher, but with each stride his legs grew weaker from the rough training and his mouth bled from the curb bit. With another painful jerk of the reins he was forced to make a tight 180 turn, facing the jump that was just too high for his breed. He faltered from exhaustion but the whip stung his haunch and the draft stallion took off, bolting forward to the best of his ability. This was too much, he'd never make it. But he was going too fast to stop. Jinx grunted as he lifted himself into the air, but it wasn't enough. His knees caught under the highest bar and he flipped, his reins tangling up in his rider's hands and pulling the stallion's chin against his chest painfully. Time seemed to move slowly then, as if Jinx would be trapped forever falling, past the ground and into the Earth's bowels, but it was not so. With a bone-wrenching thud he hit the ground, the male rider underneath the draft's heavy weight. Jinx could hear the crack of bones and the breath rush from his lungs, and once he had his bearings he struggled to get back on his feet, shaking and panting with exertion and fear. He looked at his rider in shock, the son laying on the ground motionless. After a long, frozen moment of shock, the teen's mother came running into the arena.

"Get back you wretched beast!" She wailed, calling to the boy and trying to rouse him, but she got no response. Jinx reared as she made a swing at his nose, backing up a few steps as the boy's younger sister came to grab his reins and comfort the giant. Not too long after, the scream of sirens could be hear, louder and louder until they hurt Jinx's ears. He huddled close to the back of his stall as a storm outside began to brew, the rain he had been scented earlier finally materializing as the first rumbles of thunder could be heard amidst the sirens. Finally thbey left with their smelly vehicles and flashing lights, along with the mother and the teenager who had so horribly rode him. It was near to midnight, he guessed, when the boy's sister came to him. "They're going to have you put down," she murmured urgently as she opened Jinx's stall door. Put down? Killed? Jinx backed away in fear, but the girl was quick to reassure him. She put on his halter that bore his registered name and barn name, then threw his blanket over him just in case.

"I want you to run," she said. "You're too amazing to be put down. Find the one who can appreciate you for you; I know your life has been hard," the young girl murmured over the pounding rain, sounding very wise for a twelve year old. "But the hardships are coming to a close, I promise. This next home is your choice, and I know you'll choose well. Now go, go before my father comes out!" She quickly exited the stall, pulling the big draft stallion with her. Jinx stared at the storm outside for a moment before he took a step back, as if refusing. "Go!" She suddenly yelled, hitting his hindquarter with her small hand. Jinx took off out of instinct, fleeing for the nearby forest. "Go home," she whispered before creeping back to the house under her dark umbrella, climbing back into her bedroom window. She was satisfied, knowing that Jinx had a chance to find where he really belonged.

Jinx, on the other hand, ran as best he could, the fear of being killed the only thing keeping his legs beating underneath him. He ran for hours, finally coming upon an open barn. There were lights on in the house, but no horses in this barn. He must have travelled a long ways, because nothing looked or smelled familiar to him, yet this place felt familiar. Like he'd been here before. The stallion moved into an empty stall that had rainwater from the roof pooled in a bucket, and a bale of old hay that was stale. He sighed and drank deeply, then took a small bite of the hay. His legs were shaking and he felt weak so he slowly laid down, trying to warm up from the cold, whipping rain. He shuddered, closing his deep amber eyes. 'The hardships are almost over,' she had said. He sure hoped so, because he was about to give up on that hope. As he lay there waiting for sleep, he backtracked on his life, watching a movie inside his head of how he had grown and where he was today. He sighed sadly as it played, Jinx seeming to deflate under his blanket as the spider continued to weave it's web....

~*~*~*~*~

Bright sunlight. Bright, bright sunlight filtered in through the outside window and the smell of wild lavender and honeysuckle filled the air. The little colt laid in the deep bedding of his stall, trying to open his eyes. He could hear voices talking in an alien language, but they sounded soft. They surprisingly didn't scare him. Finally he gained control of his eyelids and opened them slowly, adjusting to the dim light of the stable. Looking around, he found he was in a large box. On three sides they were a golden-brown wood, tall enough to where he could barely see over them. On two and most of the third there were metal bars that extended from the top of the wall to the ceiling. On the sides that the box was completely sealed off, two neighboring horses looked on interestedly. One, an older, gray mare named Maria spoke. "He's beautiful, Serena," she said. The other, a chestnut Thoroughbred stallion just scoffed and turned away.

"Thank you, Maria," the Shire mare replied. Though the colt could hear his mother's voice, he couldn't see her. And he was hungry. He whinnied, his little voice cracking and irregular. "I'm coming, baby," she nickered. Suddenly the stall door opened and she entered the area, looking down at him lovingly. This was the first time the colt had ever seen her: She was tall and well-built, every line on her perfect and every part in proportion. She had four perfect white stockings and a pin-straight blaze, though a little dot of color sat like a gem in the middle of her forehead, the same Raven black as the rest of her coat. Her tail was tipped in white, as if it had been drug through paint at the very ends.

"Mother?" He asked, struggling to stand.

"Yes, I'm here," she said, helping him to his long, wobbly legs. She nudged him closer, to where he could nurse. The colt did so happily as the humans came up to the door. They had cleaned up Serena from the blood and afterbirth, then brought her back to her foal. She nuzzled the little colt as he listened to her owners, and the girl who was interested in buying him, speak.

"He's beautiful," the woman murmured, long brown hair and a fit form was visible under her jeans and black tank top. She held her tan cowgirl hat in one hand as she leaned on the stall door. "How much so you want for him?" She asked.

"I don't like the look of him. Maybe you should look at one of our purebreds?" The owner suggested. "Besides, he's already been bought. The woman who had the covering done wanted him if he turned out well."

"How much is she offering?" The brown-haired girl asked, looking at the little colt.

"Four thousand," he simply replied.

"I can't afford that," she sighed sadly. Finally she conceded. "I'm looking for a pleasure horse, so something under one grand would be great," she said as she walked away. Serena tilted her ears back, watching her leave. She wished that the woman had been able to take her son; the Shire mare highly disliked the owner of the colt's father. She was mean and cruel. As her little one laid back down and fell asleep, she could feel herself becoming tired, and right before sleep took her she prayed that the old bat would decide she didn't want him, and someone better would come along to take care of her baby. When the time came, of course. For now, he was hers.

~*~*~*~*~

The months passed and the colt, now dubbed "Soren", grew quickly into a strong 5 month old colt. He was enjoying the warmth of mid-Summer, playing in the pasture with the other foals his age. He had grown to learn that the chestnut Thoroughtbred stallion in the next pasture was the leader of the farm, the self-proclaimed king. Soren, however, didn't see it that way. Today was the day he was leaving for his new home. His mother knew it, but Soren didn't. He was especially loud that morning, leaping around and whinnying mock challenges to the other colts. The chestnut stallion, Agiran, was becoming angered by the obnoxious colt. "Will you quiet down?!" He squealed, pinning his ears and glaring at the draft. Soren, feeing brave and powerful, reared on his hind legs and pawed the air at Agiran. This was taken as a threat. The chestnut suddenly bolted, leaping the fence that separated the two pastures and made a beeline for the colt, mouth open and ready to bite. Serena, seeing this, charged back at Agiran and came between him and her son. They bit and pawed at each other for a little while, leaving just minor cuts on one another before Agiran just huffed and jumped the fence back into his own pasture. "Keep your little brat under control," he had huffed, and Serena's deep chocolate eyes had glared at him all the way.

"Are you alright, baby?" She asked, turning to her son.

"Y-yes," he replied. About that time, an old, ricketty-looking trailer came banging and bounding into the farm.

"Here she is," Serena suddenly whispered, a sick feeling in her stomach.

"Who??" Soren asked excitedly.

"Your new home," she murmured. "You've grown faster than the others, so the woman wants to start your training early. Be good," she said, leading him to the pasture fence where the owner was coming to retrieve him. "I love you and stay safe. Don't bite anyone!" She added as he was taken away. At first he fought going into the trailer, but soon they had forced him inside and locked the door. It was small and dirty in here; the wood under his hooves were half rotten with water damaged, the metal on either side rusty and broken. An old, half-filled bucket of water had algae growing in it, and spiders had made their home in the ceiling crevices. He whinnied and squealed, calling for his mother as he was driven away, Serena listening with a heavy heart. Maria came up to her, comforting the much bigger mare as her son disappeared forever.

~*~*~*~*~

The months passed slowly for Soren in his new home. He was quickly thrust into long days training, learning etiquette and getting use to commands as well as the feel of a leather harness. He had just turned a year old when he came in contact with his first bit. The metal was cold and it tasted horrible, and the harness on his back rubbed uncomfortably. He was too young to be pulling carts, but the old woman didn't care. Her last carriage horse, the colt's father, had died from heat exhaustion a month after he had bred Serena. Now, she needed a new one to take her to her parties in style. And this one was much flashier, so she demanded much more of the yearling. He was introduced to the bearing rein as well, a strap of leather that holds a horse's head unnaturally high so that he looks more pleasing to the eye. The bearing rein, though, was way too tight. Soren was barely able to breath, let alone pull the cart. But he gave his best, and managed to ride her around her manicured property, just a flashy, gangly colt pulling a cart way too big for his out-of-proportion body.

The months passed and he grew, becoming more resilient to pulling the cart and making long distances. By the time he was two years old, he had brown into his hooves and was now a beautiful, well-muscled stallion with a long, flowing mane and tail. But his beauty was only on the outside; inside, he was malnourished and growing sick. He never felt full of energy due to the wrong types of feed. His legs were always sore and his hooves tended to be slightly tender when they were being cleaned as the stable hand didn't always clean Soren's stall on time. But he still gave it his everything.

The bearing rein had been loosened slightly for the night as the stablehand began to hitch him up to the cart; tonight was the biggest party of the year. The night was cool and clear, ghosts of the coming late autumn freeze blowing the stallion's onyx mane back behind him. He turned his head to look as his mistress came out of her mansion,

WIP

Use:
He'll be an absolutely adored charrie with a home and a loving mate. I'm creating my own Stables RP, so he'll be used as my character's non-competition horse.

Other:

Why do you want this Character?:
Well, lately I've had a desire for new equine characters, and from the moment I saw this big boy, I've had him stuck in my head. Everything about him is utterly beautiful.

Possible Mate:
My character Reina.

Theme Song(s):
Dear Angel by April Sixth.
Hello by Evanescence.
Bridge of Light by P!nk.
I''m Not the One by 3OH!3 ((Ami to Jinx)).

Items I'd like to add:
As for all my horses he'll have stable items: Halter, blanket, polo and tail wraps added to him, just by tradition. His item color will be amber, to emphasize his eye color.

Changes I'd like to make:
None, he's perfect <3 He will be given "Stable Items", though. (Above.)

Art:
By ~Guardian Angel~.By Ditzy Derp. By ~The Marauder's Map~. Colored in by Me. By Pandah.

Statements; What I can offer him:
He will have a home on my character thread, a mate, and of course all the love and ordered art he can ever want <3 And, depending on the Storyline, I may add him to the comic I'm making of Riptide and a few other of my characters.

TnT

~**~**~**~**~

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Kennel Number:
#184

General Information

Show Name:
NC Riptide Harbinger

Barn Name:
I shall keep Riptide :3

Gender:
Stallion

Breed/Species:
Chocolate Chestnut sabino Purebred Paint stallion.
Bloodline
Sire: Black Tovero purebred Paint stallion, carrying the Sabino gene.
Dam: Flaxen Chestnut Overo purebred Paint mare, carrying the "Chocolate" gene.

Age:

Date & Place of Birth
6:23 P.M. Monday November 28th, 2008.
Born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Moved with family to central Florida in late 2009.

Delving Deeper

Personality:

Background/History:
Short Version:
Riptide was once a cattle horse, sired from the great QT Poco Streke, a World Champion reining stallion, and a small town paint pleasure mare. Riptide was trained early on and introduced to cattle, having been born on a working ranch. As he grew older he began earning money through local competitions, and worked hard until he was sent an invitation to compete in the State Finals. But, during a practice session two months before, one of the steers went wild and charged him and his rider. The girl who rode him came out unharmed, but Riptide was a different story. The bull's horn had punctured his side, barely missing his stomach and spine, and the force of collision broke his right foreleg. After surgery and months of rehabilitation, including fighting a bacterial infection in his hip, he pulled through and was put to pasture to rest. But he wasn't happy as just a stallion at stud; he wanted to jump back into the arena and compete. It was in his blood, after all.

Use:
Charrie and a mate for one of my other mares. Possibly a Roleplay charrie. ((If anyone knows a decent semi-lit stable RP, let me know.))

Other:

Possible Mate:

Theme Song(s):

Items I'd like to add:
His stable accessories, which will be a forest green color.

Changes I'd like to make:

Art:

Statements; What I can offer him:
As for Jinx, he will have a home on my character thread, mate, and ordered art. Riptide may appear in a comic if I ever have time to create it. His stable accessory color will be forest green.

TnT

[Lavapony]

Username:Lavapony
Kennel Number:One Hundred nintey six {196}
Name [of pet]:Honey
Gender [of pet]:Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:Golden retriever mix. {Dog}
Personality [of pet]:Honey is a sweet, kind caring young girl. Honey is always on the search for mischief and adventure.
Background/History [of pet]: {this is more of a story how she might end up with me than it is history}
Honey looked up at her owner while they walked, she followed him with a joyful hop step. It had been forever since you have walked me. Honey thought to herself.She saw the scenery slowly turn greyer and greyer. Now i know where I'm going. I try to stop but they are now dragging me by my collar, my fur getting all wrecked and ruffled on the cold hard pavement, i whimper in pain, wishing this was just a wretched nightmare. They throw me behind bars and say to a person "keep her, do what you want to her, i don't care" They say. Those words pierce me right through the heart deeply, it feels as if its split in two.

~The next day~

I wake up cold, hungry and wet...Why the heck am i wet? I try to stand but see that Ive been moved into a cage that is much smaller, i look up them feel water on my nose. I just had to be in the cage with a leak didn't i? Wait, the cage isn't leaking...I'm in water! They threw me into the river, i start panicking trying to find a way out of this before i sink and drown. I look down at my feet to see my long razor sharp claws, i let one out then start picking the lock. I stop to remind myself, once this door opens, i will be in water, i continue, finally getting the lock open then i open the door, in an instant the cage is filled with water and i am swimming out as fast as possible. Rapids, I'm in rapids, I'm taken underwater then feel a sharp pain on my scruff then i am yanked up, and of coarse i have a fish hook on my collar i am dragged to land. The fisher stares at me with soft blue eyes then calls to her dad "i caught a dog, can we keep it?"she asks with pleading eyes. He sighs "Well this is something we can't throw back, so i suppose" he said, the girl hugged me, taking the hook from my neck. They took me home and thats how i ended up with a great loving family.
Use [for pet]: Well as it says "Can't be my furshona or furshona's relative" She will become a background characters, or a mascot for a thread or two.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:I will make her some art a bit later. She loves the outdoors, especially long, wavy meadows with flowers. Apart from her name she hates bees, she always did want butterflies to do all pollination, and honey. she is 16 years old.She currently has no mate, she might end up being one of my characters mates, Gale or i might make a contest for her mate, I would only want the best for honey
TnT
My hand made art of honey

[Everett.]

Username: .Karkat

Word count: 472

Main character's name and gender: Marisol Annalee, female.

Other character[s]: Elle, Marisol's caretaker.

Which category: A blind girl at the beach (♣)

Story:
"Please by careful" I heard Elle say softly as she let my take my hand back. I nodded and slowely began my way down to the beach.
I stopped when I felt the cold water at my feet, and took a few steps back until I felt the damp sand beneath my feet.
I figured I'd be safe from getting soaked by the cold water if I sat where the sand was damp, yet I'd still be able to feel the small bit of stray water as it rolled in.
Today was a good day, I thought to myself as I slipped the hand through my fingers. My caretaker, Elle, had decided to let me come down to the beach. Under her close supervision, of course. You see, when I was quite young, only but four or five, I was involved in a car crash. Both of my parents died immediately, leaving me scared and crying in the backseat. I couldn't see anything but darkness. My head ached. After a while, I heard loud sirens and shouting outside of the car. That's all I remember of that. But I do remember waking up in some place, still only seeing blackness. I heard people talking near me, and I managed to catch a bit of their conversation. "Poor girl's parents are dead" "Seems she's gone blind from a hit on the head"
My hands flew up to my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. Eventually, I was taken to a special place. A place where orphaned children go. I was taken in my a sweet and kind women named Elle. She told me she'd always be there to take care of me, and I didn't have to worry.
I'm fourteen now, and I still live with Elle. She tells me we live in a nice cabin close to the beach.
I've always wanted to go down to the beach, but Elle has always been very worried about me, never wanting me to go any place I could get hurt. I couldn't see for myself, after all.
The sun felt nice. I laid back and let the sun cover my body, and I smiled. It was a nice day out, I could feel it.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it was Elle. I was used to her soft and gentle touch.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the sun and sounds of the ocean.
Then, Elle spoke.
"Are you enjoying your time, Marisol?" she said, her voice soft and cheerful as usual.
"Oh yes, Elle. Thank you so much for bringing me here. I love you" I said, taking her hand.
"I love you too, my dear" she said, and I knew she was smiling.
So we sat, enjoying our time at the beach together.

W.I.P

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Word Count:


Main character's name and gender:
"Tyo", 8-month old male Arctic Fox pup.

Other character[s]:
"Rea", 5 year old female adult Arctic Fox.
More will be added~

Which category:
Lost antarctic animal (♦)]

Story:
Cold. That was the first shock that I came to know in this new land of white and ice. I instinctively tried to huddle closer to my mother's dead corpse, though it held no more warmth.

WIP <3

[fugitive]

-dropped out-

[H o w l i n g]

There is a gore / multiple murder / violence warning for the 'story' section of the form.
There is a crude language warning on most of the links in the 'Personal Playlist' section of the form.
If you do not want to read / listen to such such material, please move on. Thank you.

U s e r n a m e ::
• H o w l i n g
N u m b e r ::
• 147

N a m e ::
• Nikolai
N a m e O r i g i n ::
• Russian / Bulgarian
G e n d e r ::
• Male ♂
S p e c i e s ::
• Gdane x Ridgeb.
A g e ::
• 21
D a t e o f B i r t h ::
• December 18th
D a t e o f D e a t h ::
• n / a
H e r i t a g e ::
• Deceased mother,
fathers location is
unknown. Zero
siblings; was born
into a brotherhood
of the deadliest
assassins in his
homeland.

A r t ::
• By muggafinn

S t o r y ::
• They you can't control the future. That you're life is planned out by a greater power from the moment you take your first breath of the stale chemical that you call oxygen. They told me this when I was old enough to understand their language, and I never thought differently. It was in my blood.

______________________________________________________

"Move slowly.." The gruff voice belonged to Kain, an ashen timber wolf. His yellow orbs glowed in the dim light, staring at a pair of large wooden door just in front of the two canines. "The guards haven't spotted us yet. Our mission is nearly complete." Nikolai crept from his hiding place in the damp shadow of a stone pillar. His eyes were locked on the door. Kain was truthful, after all. All that stood in their way was the door upon them.

Nikolai looked down both stone halls that they called passages. They weren't even guarded, the poor idiots. 'If they thought the guards outside the palace walls could keep us at bay, they were terribly misinformed.' The hybrid thought, training his gaze back on the door once more. With the force of a rampaging bull, Nikolai charged the door, nailing it point blank and causing it to snap open. A man inside the room whipped his head around only to see the two canines charging at him, lips pulled back into a snarl as they lunged. Kane latched onto the mans leg, teeth exposing dark crimson liquid down the white cloth they called clothing, drawing the humans attention away from his companion.

But not long enough.

The mix breed launched himself for the humans throat, but the man seemed to know as much and ducked just in time for Nik to go soaring over him. Kane let out a snarl and took this distraction to the target as an opening, unlatching the bloody jaws from his lower leg to the mid arm, just below the elbow joint. Nikolai crashed onto the wooden floorboards, his claws creating deep crevasses as he regained his balance, swiftly turning to face the man who was attempting to jerk his arm away from his partner. "You thought you could hide in your sanctuary from us, snide man of God?" The dog mused, approaching where he stood fighting off the large male lupine.

"Beast of dark days, did you really believe--" The man paused, swinging his arm against a wall. Kane was battered by the sharp objects he hit;; assorted ends of wooden objects and other assorted things. The sound of wood breaking, objects crashing to the ground filled by ears, but my attention was completely on the target as he uttered his second half. "--that it would be that easy?"

P e r s o n a l i t y ::
• Work In Progress

L i k e s ::
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D i s l i k e s ::
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P e r s o n a l P l a y l i s t ::
• Hollywood Undead - Undead
Escape the Fate - My Apocalypse
Falling in Reverse - I'm not a Vampire
Hollywood Undead - Dead in Ditches
The Script - Exit Wounds

TnT

[Wesley]

Due to a request of a few certain individuals and the Easter holiday, I've allowed myself to raise the limit this round on adoptions to five (yes five, I'll regret this later >u<) per person. Good luck, SCAAers!

[Everett.]

Five? Yessssss <3

The form you are about to view is Under Construction. Please wear your hard hats.

Username|
.Karkat

Kennel Number|
#135 { One Hundred Thirty Five }

Name|
Era| Guardian | ガーディアン

{Era's name is an Albanian name meaning 'wind' or 'air'}



Gender|
Male ♂

Age|
Unknown, immortal.

Breed/Species|
Eastern Dragon; P'an-lung

{P'an-lung are dragons that do not have the ability to fly }


Element

Water


Personality|

Background/History|
Silence, stillness.
This is what I wanted. I scanned the island closely, making sure there were no disturbances.
I am a Guardian of a faraway island, Island Somnium, or Dream. I, daily, look over Somnium, making sure things are in order.
There are others of my kind, other Dragon Guardians to assist me, yet I have the most difficult job as I am the head of all the other dragons. The leader, if you will. We all live peacefully on this island, doing our daily jobs and looking out for one anouther.
Though as the leader, I have the most pressure on me. If a dragon goes missing, if the island is disturbed, or if there is a disaster of any sort, I am the one the others look to for help and guidance. And I admit, I am not perfect. I rarely do not know how to help in a certain situation. For example, If there were to be a problem in the surrounding waters, I would not know how to assist the Water Gaurdians as I am not a water-type dragon. When this happens, I feel as if I've failed the others. I am their leader, I'm supposed to be prepared for anything. Today was a particularly calm day on the Island. The Forest Monsters have caused no trouble, there seems to be no intruders, and each guardian seems to have finished their jobs successfully. Slowly, I made my way down to the Grasslands and set myself on a rock.When all is in order, I let myself take a break and rest.
I closed my eyes, curled up my large, thin body, and drifted to sleep. I awoke suddenly to a loud, fierce noise.
"Leader!"
I heard a scream in the distance.
I shot into the air and looked around. I was confronted by anouther Air-type dragon, Almanay.
"Leader!" she screeched again, "T-the volcanoes, they-they are erupting!"
My eyes grew wide. On the far side of the island sat three large volcanoes that had been resting peacefully for centuries, never showing signs of eruption. They sat by the Iceland and were surrounded by the Island waters. We knew chaos would break out if these mighty volcanoes were to erupt, as the Iceland would be destroyed and the water life would be killed. Almanay and I flew threw the air with great speed, and came upon the Volcano lands. It was hot, burning even. I could see the nearby iceland beginning to crack and melt, and the hot, red lava was slowly spilling over the top.
"What are we going to do, Leader?" Almanay said frantically.
I stared at the erupting lava holders. I, in that moment, felt a feeling I had never felt before. A feeling of fear, uncertainty.
There was no way I, or any of us, could stop the lava before it destroyed the lands.
"ERA!" Almanay shouted angrily, "We must act quickly!"
"I-I cannot be of assistance." I said softly. I turned away, and left the spot where Almanay stood.
"But, leader, we cannot do this without you..." I heard her call after me. Or, I thought she said that. At this point, I could hear scarcely a thing with my mind clouded as it was. I had failed the others, left the island to be ruined without even attempting to save it. Tears formed in my eyes as I drifted through the air, unknowing and uncaring as to where I was going.
......
Months later, I returned. I had spent my time alone, floating through the air aimlessly. Not a day went by when I did not think of what I had done, and what had happened to the island I had loved and protected for so long. When I arrived, I was surprised to see the island in good condition, looking little different then how I had left it.
I stayed there for a moment, wondering in my mind how the others had saved it. I smiled, though. I was home, where I was meant to be. I only hoped the others would accept me after I had abandon them in a moment of need.
The wind blew gently, blowing my whiskers back.
"Leader" I heard in a soft, loving voice, "We have been awaiting your return."
End.


Use|
I have an sort of world I created out of a picture of an Island I purchased, Photo.
I had an idea for the island, there would be guardian dragons. When I saw Era, I new he'd be perfect. I'm planning on making him a character of mine, and he'll be used in stories and art as a Dragon Guardian on my island. He'll be featured in multiple stories. Art will be made (a lot of it by me, as I love to draw dragons and need practice) and ordered for him. Though I'm not a big fan of Roleplaying as has been mentioned in previous forms, this guy seems like he'd be quite fun to roleplay and I'd really consider looking for a good one or possibly making my own. He'll be on my character website, displayed with pride. I

Why I want him|
He's stunning. I adore dragons, and when I saw him I just knew I wanted him and would work as hard as it would possibly take to make him my character. As I said, he'd be the perfect addition to my island idea. Everything about him is amazing. His pose, his expression, the design and his gray colour. I have zero talent for designing dragons, so he's perfect as I could just use his already made, simple design for art. He'd be drawn much, as I'm practicing my dragon-drawing skills.

Other|

Likes:
The water, the Island, being a leader, the wind, coldness, helping,



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[Everett.]

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若干の雨は夜明けの光を浴びて、付属しています。
私はこずえは霧の前に葉の間でそれを聞く

{ A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist }

Username: .Karkat

Kennel Number: #10 {Ten}



Involuntary, I may live on

Name: Amaya, 'Night Rain' in Japanese. 雨夜

Gender: Female ♀

Breed/Species: Border Collie


In the passing world, Never forgetting

Personality:

Background/History:
"Amaya, please bring Katsu his tea" { Katsu is a Japanese name meaning 'victory' 勝 } the women said, standing by the throne in which the master sat.
Amaya nodded obediently, and walked away to fetch the master his cup of tea. She returned moments later, balancing a silver platter with a single cup of fine porcelain holding the boiling hot herbal tea inside, on her back.
"Thank you. You may go." {ありがとうございます。あなたが行くかもしれません.}
Said the women, removing the platter and teacup off Amaya's back.
Amaya once again nodded and left the room.
Amaya, or Night Rain, was one of the very many trained animal servants risiding in Master Katsu's home.
Together, they all lived in a large home, resting on a large hill tucked far away somewhere in the Japanese lands.
Master Katsu tried to take control of the city he had once lived in. He had a hunger for power, for control. He wanted to own the people, have them look up to him as their leader. But the city would not have it. They forced Katsu out of the town or threatened to kill him.
He retreated to his safehouse, where he lives now. He's still the same man he was before. He brought maids to live with him to clean his messes and to take his orders. He brought specially trained animals, such as Amaya, to be his servents.
Amaya lived a happy, calm life in Japan with her owners. Everything seemed good for her, like life would continue on to be happy and easy forever.
But one night, the human father came home and was angry with his daughter, Amaya's main owner and caretaker. As punishment, he threw Amaya on the street. The daughter cried and fought but no, her father would not let Amaya come back.
She wandered the streets for days, lonely cold and hungry, when she was found by Katsu. He took her and brought her to his home on the hill.
He fed her, took care of her. She felt as if she found a new home where she'd be loved. But what she didn't know was Katsu was only gaining her trust, and soon enough she was forced to be his servant.
Amaya hates being his servant. She feels as though she is a slave to Katsu.
She has made friends during her life in the home, friends who feel the same way she does. Together, they've been scheming to escape this place and be free like they used to be.
And tonight, this cold, dark night, is the night where they're plan comes to life.

{This is a what I'm going to write for her history, as well as a bit of a preview for her whole story I plan on writing. If I should get her, I'll finish the story and post it on CS for you to read!)

{End of Story} {物語の終わり}





Use: Amaya here will be used as a character for art and stories, like most of my characters. She'll be loved, cared for and never left to collect dust. I have some fabulous ideas for poems with her, as well as quite a lot of inspiration for her story. (Continuing where I left off from her Background/History)

Why I want her:
Ahhh, this girl is gorgeous ;u;
I love her markings. Dark purple, gray, it all just goes together so perfectly! I adore the near-the-eye symbol and it's meaning, her simple yet amazing design, and her cute little one-flopped one-pointed ears. She has some of my favorite colours, gray and purple, making me just fall in love with her. (I try my best to make each 'Why I want..' and 'Use' original, but it seems I use my chars for the same purpose, art and stories, and love them for similar reasons, they're beautiful and I adore them cx)


This midnight moon. -The Emperor Sanjó
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