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[Lirrie]

Another question, this one is easy. Are we allowed to post art with our forms?

But I'm about to bombard you with questions, I'm sorry!

Also, are these creatures always feral or have their been any domesticated ones? Can they be/are they bred in captivity? Is there a poaching market for them? Either cubs, fur or crystals? Do they bond with people? Are they anti-social or do they live in prides? What part of the world are they from? I assume somewhere snowy, but I'm curious where their natural habitat is located. Do they live in mountains or on the tundra? Do they have dens? How many cubs are usually in a litter?

Just trying to come up with an accurate history and stay true to the species. :3 Thanks for your help guys!

Yes art is alloud and shows a great deal of care to.


They are always feral, there are no dometicated one. Cubs/adults would die in captivity so no, they are wanted for their fur and crystals when they are fully grown. They cant bond with people. They can live n family group but its rare. they live in a snowy place near cave, which is where they make their den. 3 cubs ussally in a litter.

[Sayna Jaye]

Okay, thanks for the quick response! :3 I'll hopefully be posting a form soon.

[Lirrie]

you welcome ^.^

[.kestral]

Name:
Ripped
Pen:
4
Gender:
Male
Age:
5 Years

What will you use it for:
Ripped would become the start of a beautiful relationship. He would hopefully become part of a community, one that has connections deeper than many of there species. A community that's land takes up a huge space where in times of anguish they can reach out to one another. He would be used in stories along with some of my less, primal characters. I would also try to get some art of him, I think trying to get some cub art would be seriously cute.
Why do you want it:
I want him as he gives me tons of ideas and I know exactly what I want to write about for this handsome, yet dark guy. I think he is stunning to look at anyway, his markings partly remind me of sunbeams but also remind me a little of branches and that has given me a possible link to his childhood and his home.

Personality:
- Dark
- Cold
- Mean
- Angry
- Violent
- Cruel

Ripped is a very dark young male, his life has been full of hate and anguish and he fears love as everyone he ever cared about was lost to him. Because of this he is quite a violent male, he hates having too much company and usually others avoid him unless given permission to come close to him. He loves to be alone, loves to walk through shallow water alone. He is extremely useful if it comes to a fight as he can take down any enemies smaller than him and most bigger than him. His dark fur, dark past and dark crystals all seem to connect with the darkness and sadness inside his heart. He hates how he is, but knows he cannot change himself until others come to accept him for who he is. He doesn't enjoy being mean but does it if he needs to as he just wants peace and quiet. He just wants rest.

History:
It was dark, cold, the winds echoed around us whipping through the clearing like scissors in the air. My mother let out a scream of pain as a lone branch separated from a tree and smashed her across the chest. She shook the pain away continuing to stand over me. A dark shape barreled through the tree's and the vines. My fathers scent was thick, clogging up my nose almost choking me as he took my mothers place pushing her under the small overhang beside us. He nudged me with his nose trying to get me on my paws but everything hurt. I cannot remember most of what happened before, I know I was born in this clearing and it was a place of safety for my parents. Now...Now all I know is that clearing killed them in the end.

I should probably tell you where this all started. You see, my life has been a hard one, I lost my parents at a young age and it changed me, it changed me so much. I sometimes hate who I have become...But I cannot change me until everyone can accept me. My parents met young and I was born when my mother was merely three years old. My father was only a year older. It wasn't rare but it was rather uncommon for such youngsters to have there own young. My father stuck around, he kept my mother safe through her pregnancy and was there for my birth. I was born in a beautiful clearing, ringed by tree's, overshadowed by branches and covered with thick springy moss. At one end was a large rocky overhang that shielded us from the worst of most bad weather. I spent my first year in this clearing with them.

That year was amazing, my father taught me to hunt, the basics of fighting and how to woo the females. My mother taught me how to swim, or at least paddle in shallow water, she also taught me how to be true to my species. Between them they taught me how to survive alone, they just never realized how soon I would need the skills they gave me. They never realized that a month after I turned one...they would leave forever.

The winds battered the tree's, the overhang had half collapsed and barely shielded us at all, me and my parents huddled under the remaining shelter. I was more wide awake than usual and wanted to play. I slid out from between them and stood in the pelting rain and the searing wind. I turned letting out a laugh of happiness...I will never forget what I saw...

The tree, the tree above the overhand collapsed smashing through what remained of the rocks. My father tried to shield my mother, but both of them were smashed to the ground. My fathers last words to me..."Live well".

Since then I have traveled alone, I refuse company, hate anyone who approaches me. I have never made a friend, or fallen in love. Never groomed the fur of a mate, I barely took care of myself. Then something hit me, I met a group, they were Crystinalians who all lived near each other, all reached out when they needed help. They weren't a group, but they were as close to as you could get. They offered me shelter, cleaned up my fur and gave me a home. I could never forget that. They saved my life.
Other:
None

[Sayna Jaye]

Name: Pristola

Pen: 6

What will you use it for: Making lots of colorful and fluffy art, and as a friend for my Ahzenai character.

Why do you want it: Hnnngh <3 Where to begin? There is so much I love about this design. Her rainbow colored crystals, her grey and orange color scheme. I prefer dark backs and light bellies, and dark points on the limbs are always a plus in my book. The stripes on her tail are adorable. [She has 17 of them in case anyone was wondering. X3] I love radial designs, like the one she has on her forehead. It's even more stunning when you see her from the front. And those pink eyes were really quite a surprise, but in the best way.

Personality: Incredibly sweet-tempered and optimistic. Her patience is endless, and she is often the glue between a group of friends. She has a very maternal demeanor, which can be annoying to independent characters, but somehow endearing at the same time. She wears her heart on her sleeve and will let you know when you've crossed a line, but she isn't easily offended.

History: Pristola's parents were tracked and hunted by poachers seeking their shiny crystals and thick fur, leaving Pristola and her littermates to die of cold and hunger in their rocky den. One day a forager in the woods heard her final pitiful cries echoing out of the cave, and ran to her, finding her clinging to what little and fragile life she had left. The person tried to take her into his home, and did so for a short amount of time, nursing her back to health. He thought he had found a companion, but he let her out to play one afternoon and she never returned. For some time she survived by feeding off scraps of other kills and carrion. She was always cautious in the territory of another crystinalian, and became an excellent stalker by observing them from afar. She learned from watching others what her parents hadn't been able to teach her. Soon she was hunting like a real crystinalian, and eating much better because of it. She grew rapidly and was soon mature and healthy, living like nothing had ever happened to her.

She happened upon her old den one day, and smelled a familiar scent. Hiding in the brush, she spotted none other than her mother, limping badly out of the cave. It seemed that she had survived the poacher's trap and managed to return to her life, even if she was wounded. Pristola waited for her in the undergrowth, planning to surprise her mother who thought all her cubs had been lost. But a shot rang out through the snowy woods, paired with a roar of terror and pain. Pristola remembered these sounds and knew that her mother did not survive the second trap set by the poachers. Going into the cave, she saw three young cubs, still no bigger than her paw. She grieved for the mother she never knew and that these cubs would never know. But what she did know was that the cubs were not alone this time. They had a sister.

Other:

[Skritnaja]

I'm so happy to see that people like my designs and it's a real joy to read all personalities and stories that they get^^ I'll be looking forward on the closing of the rounds to see which person gets which cryst:>

[Sayna Jaye]

They're all so beautiful. X3 How long does a round typically stay open? Or is it until you have enough entries?

[Skritnaja]

may i ask when this round ends?

always a week after it starts maybe a little more if im busy at the time.

Is the only post I found that can somewhat answear your question Sayna:>

[vee.]

Just wanted to post and say that if there's a cub that isn't adopted this round, I'll try for it next round ♥ I didn't have enough time for a form this week :>

[Lirrie]

ok <3