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[▸Atlas.]

could i adopt one? <3

[ChaosDreamer]

Oh this was a hard choice.... If we could only go for two at a time... lol

Name: Dras'bain (Know Wrong, In a strage language)

Pen: 3

What will you use it for: I've been looking for a good feline-type male character for some role-plays. And potential personal storyies Ive been toying with for a while. But I havent found a good character that has given me any idea's to use. Instead of writers block, its been character blocked. I also would like to use him for a base for some art idea's. I havent done much feline art, mainly horse, dragon, and canine, so having something like this, with the intricut design and simplistic, yet original body style will make for a great distraction.

Why do you want it: Actualy I was torn between this one and the female he is related too. If the female had a black streek running the legth of her spine I would have jumped on that and probably offered all the pets I own for it, as that has been a coat style I've always used. But this guys dark tones scream "I'm usefull!" to me. I've been stalking your characters for a long while now, and I almost went for one of the last batch, but desided against it at the last moment. I'm glad I didnt, this little stunner is even more my style. I like the deep dark red, and the lower dark tones. Besides the silver is a great contrast without being overly obvious, and with my story style and plots he will work best, than say a more brightly or strangly colored character would.


Personality: (be aware this would change with character development, but for now, as he stands I would peg him) Loyal to a fault, with moments of what appear to be deep brooding, when in reality he is simply more aware, and watchful than most, and can appear almost aloof in character. But he has a devious playful side, like a young kit, and can even be goaded to play with others in a lull of activity. He prefers to hunt alone, and rest alone, but has on occasion sought out the weaker or injured to comfort, seeming indifferent to his own comfort. He would make a good second in command, or healer. He is often asked to watch females as he doesnt show over interest in them, and they hold him in high respect, for his slow use of his claws and fangs, until truly nessesary, and his diplomatic words in a tissy. Dont mistake him for a weakling, or a coward, he is large, quick, and brutal with his battles. A skilled hunter and fighter, he has on occasion, entered into mock battles with the younger upstarts in his clan, and after only a few challanges, now more than ever if an opponate sees his name listed to go against Dras, he will withdraw. Dras'bain has a special offenity for young, some of the other males find strange, but he often seeks them out, to watch their play and sigh in wistful envy.

History:

Dras'bein was born alongside his siblings, a dark mire in an otherwise light silvery nest of mewling kittens. He was often pushed away from the lighter, prettyer kits by his sire, but his dam always allowed him back, this being her first litter she had yet to grasp his dark colors as being any other than odd. He was a strong mewling kit, finding his voice and sight soon. As he grew he lost the youngest of his littermates to a flash storm that savaged the wintery forest his dam and sire chose for their den area, when he was but a few weeks old, just old enough to amble about the cave with his siblings. He took the death the hardest, as his dam carried the still body from site. He sat and watched as his mothers crystals dissapeared into the dusk. His long tail curling around his paws as he tryed to figure out where she was taking his tiny sister. But the thought soon excaped him, as the young forget easy. When he was months older, he and his three siblings where gamboling about the outside of their den, springing around the snow like drunken rabbits. It was a fun sort of game, and required a slight amount of control, which his other siblings didnt quite have, and as proud as his tiny kitten self thought he did, he ended up snout first in drifts as much as they did.

It happend suddenly. A slight russle of wind, a snarle from his dam, a loud ear shattering bang, and a gutteral gasp. The smell of iron and copper clouded his cub nose and he snuffled, trying to see his mother in the deep banks that surrounded their den. He let out a mewl and more gutteral crys could be heard. Then sloshing through the snow came the most strange creature. It was tall, taller than he was by half, with long gangly arms, and only two feet. He didnt have time to growl before he was snatched, grappled and stuffed into a metal crate. It was a cramped and horrid feeling, even to one who lived in a cave. there was slight room, and he could hear his siblings crying to him and to their parents, who Dras did not think would come, for surly if they where to come, they would have been there.

The sounds of his siblings cut off, he heard the grate of metal on wood, and with one last plaintive cry, heard the last of his sisters cry for him faiding into the distance. But still he lay, stuffed and cramped. Hungery and thirsty. He slept when he could. Raged when he couldnt, until bruised and broken he lay in a tight ball in his dark prison. He could hear the two legged beasts outside, like a whispered dream he couldnt wake from.

But it would not last, finaly, when he could bear it no longer, and was considering slipping into the void, a sure freedom from this enfored darkness, his prison shell cracked in two, and lifted off the top. Leaning over peered the most eary violet eyes. They where not eyes of his kind, but they spoke volumes. He took deep lungfulls of the fresh air, grateful for that at least. He did not even notice the two leg had leaned away from him, he didnt care. Closing his once vibrant red eyes be breathed the air, taisting the differences from his piny snow laiden forest, to this sodden, mossy forest.

Suddenly a pair of pale white arms reached into the box, grasping him under his rear and arms, lifting him like he had never felt before. He tryed to mew, hiss, or snarle. He choked instead. Hacking his hackles raised as the creature pulled him to her chest. She spoke in a strange gutteral noise. Yet it was calming none the less. He knew what she was, Elvendurtha. His race had long ago held an alliance with them, back when they had been at war, and all of their kind was whispered stories of the Elvendurtha, but this was the first he had ever seen. He stilled his noises, as she held him against her chest, and a faint whisper met his ears, almost like a humming birds wings. It took him a moment, because she was still talking in her weired voice, but he placed the sound. It was her heart, and that, more than her whispered song magic, or her violet eyes, or the fact she held him with no appearent care his not yet strong claws where tearing her skin and strange pelt, that calmed him.

This was to be the start of a pair bonding, a friendship, and a story to last a lifetime.

Other: Oh gods, this is a freaking lame attempt... arg, lol. Well if I fail, Ill try again some other time... Thanks. (by the way, danno if these critters have any sort of other creatures living with them, but I hope we are allowed some creative freedom when playing them as characters)

[NeriHyuga]

x3 nice story
and for all: pen 3 and 4 are siblings ^^ mostly known as the evil and the holy ones xD because of their markings ^^ (the red one has horn markings over the eye and at the flank ^^ the white one has a halo marking on head and a wing marking on flank XD)

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

So just a quick question... I'm applying for pen 4 and the story I have written up is going to be hard to match with pen 3 if they come along with a completely different approach... will that have an impact on my chances?

Edit:
OHMURJESUS!!!!! I wanna see more babeh cubs!

[allinian]

Name: Snow
Pen: 2
What will you use it for: Signature
Why do you want it: My first Crystinalian!
Personality: Nice, cute, brave, caring and kind.
History: She was born on Christmas and has a few siblings. Snow use to be a bratty and mean Crystinalian but when she was young, she wandered off and got lost. Once she was found again, she was never the same.
Other:

[▸Atlas.]

Name: dovepawlover (is this username or name of the pet?)
Pen: 2
What will you use it for: ill put it in my trade rules so everyone can see it <3
Why do you want it: i would like it because i think it needs a home, and i love it <3
Personality: may be blind but its temper makes up for it, brave, nice. (when not mad at people for babying him cuz he is blind)
History: born on new years eve, no one wanted him because he was born blind. His whole family was adopted and he was sent to the pound to be put to sleep, but a little girl let him out before they could. He has been living in the allies for a year now trying to find a new home, but due to his blindness can't seem to find one.
Other: i would love to have this aniaml <3 thanks if i get him!

[NeriHyuga]

So just a quick question... I'm applying for pen 4 and the story I have written up is going to be hard to match with pen 3 if they come along with a completely different approach... will that have an impact on my chances?

Edit:
OHMURJESUS!!!!! I wanna see more babeh cubs!

it should be writen in the story that they are siblings. if all the brothers and sisters dies you could let it look like one of them alived and she has seen him years ago or something like this XD

[Lirrie]

Name: dovepawlover (is this username or name of the pet?)
Pen: 2
What will you use it for: ill put it in my trade rules so everyone can see it <3
Why do you want it: i would like it because i think it needs a home, and i love it <3
Personality: may be blind but its temper makes up for it, brave, nice. (when not mad at people for babying him cuz he is blind)
History: born on new years eve, no one wanted him because he was born blind. His whole family was adopted and he was sent to the pound to be put to sleep, but a little girl let him out before they could. He has been living in the allies for a year now trying to find a new home, but due to his blindness can't seem to find one.
Other: i would love to have this aniaml <3 thanks if i get him!

they cant be domesticated

[▸Atlas.]

Sorry that was my sis

[Waffle]

Name;;
"Krūra is my name."
The name Krūra means Ruthless in Hindi. He was born with the name of Acchā which is Hindi for Good but after what happened to his family he changed his life around and changed his name to Krūra.
Pen;;
"I come from Pen 3."
The Crystinalian I wish to try out for is the one in Pen 3.
What will you use it for;;
I wish to own it for many things; I have always admired this species and I have been watching them to find one I like and I would just love to say that I own one. I also wish to own one because I have saw the role play that has been made recently and I would just die to be a part of it as I am a fond roleplayer. Also, would like to have this Crystinalian because I would like to try my skills at drawing one of these and I didn't want to try before I owned one in case I got a warning for 'using' the species without permission.
Why do you want it;;
To be honest, I just love the design. I was so tempted to go for the female but she seemed to... Light for me and I prefer dark and mysterious looking designs such as this one. Also, as I have said above, I would just kill to own one of these and I would gladly pay every pet I own to adopt one and call it mine. I just love how the dark red blends in so well with the dark grey/black that it looks almost gradient and how the silver is obvious but it doesn't over power the design. The silver goes so well with the other colours used and I love how it looks like metal with the darker and lighter silvers around the edges of the silver markings making it gradient. But the thing that captivated me the most was the crystals one his back. They look so clear and so pure that they look as though they are delicate glass that could break at any moment. I just love that.
Personality;;
"Humph, I don't need to tell you anything; you should just be able to look at me and realize who I am."
Sly and Untrustworthy - Krūra can never be trusted; he is always letting people down and spilling the secrets that other tell him. He lies through his teeth all the time just to get out of any trouble that he picks his way into but getting caught is something that he rarely does as he always seems to find a way to slither out of punishment and anything that might lead to him getting caught. When he speaks to you he likes to use your name a lot and goes out of his way to make sure he never makes eye contact with you because he knows that he will over use eye contact if he does. Krūra may smile on the outside but deep down he his plotting the next way he could humiliate you or ditch you, making you feel worthless and like you're nothing. The sly Crystinalian is crafty with the words he uses and how he acts, always care not to give away his personality too easy. He lures you in first, pretending to be your friend before he launches his attack and just leaves you feeling heart-broken and alone as though you cannot trust anyone any more.
Cruel and Smart - These are two things that can create havoc if mixed together. Nine times out of ten, Krūra just messes you around and plays with you until he's happy that you feel like nothing and then he just tosses you away like you're a piece of dirt. He never over thinks and always thinks out a plan carefully and checks it thoroughly before putting it into affect so he makes such that there are no faults and he won't go wrong. Being smart, he is also cunning meaning that he can easily think of a way to avoid difficult situations. Krūra is just plain cruel and he is always being horrible to other by calling them name, taking the 'micky' out of them or just saying unkind things about them.
Ruthless - This is how Krūra got his name; by being ruthless. He never shows any mercy or pity for any of his victims. He is always being unkind and actually likes it. He never shows any compassion towards others and always prefers to be alone than with more of his kind. He is brave, harsh and hard-hearted; he's never afraid to go for any challenge that crosses his path and he will tackle that challenge with all he has got.
History;;
"I'm not afraid to talk about it!"
"Stop arguing!" Krūra yelled, glaring at his parents with his fierce eyes. "I have had enough of you fighting all the time; can't you just stop and get along nicely? Can't you see that it's hurting me and my sister?!" He shook his head, knowing that he wasn't getting through to them; he had tried speaking to the so many times before but they never listened. Looking over to his sister he could see the fear in her eyes as she watched him shout at their parents. He started to pad over to her but she just slowly shook her head and turned away from him for the first time ever. They had always been the closet of siblings and they had always been there for each other but now it seemed to Krūra that his sister had just grown out of it. He didn't bother to chase her as he knew there was no point; once she was gone there was no way of getting her back. Anger flaring in his paws, Krūra slowly turned his head and body back towards his parents until he was facing them. "This is all your fault!" He screamed, the little glint of happiness that was always in his eyes now gone. Knowing that if he stayed there any longer he would rip them to pieces, he barged past his parents and ran straight into the night behind them, ignoring their pleas for him to come back.

Krūra travelled for week in the dry weather, only stopping for a short while during the day for a rest and to hunt; he had already forgotten his mother and father and was now starting to worry for his sister. He just hoped she was okay, all alone in the big, bad world that could ruin someone unprepared in an instant. Luckily, Krūra was ready for be on his own as he had been wanting to get away for months. He shook his head roughly, trying to forget his old life completely but all the good times he had had just wouldn't shake off. Sighing, he sat down for a rest, wondering where his sister might be now as he missed her and wanted her by his side once more. After a while of deep thinking, Krūra decided to go back to where he lived to see if he could find any traces of his sister or find out what has happened since they parted. Turning around to face the direction he came from, he slowly started walking back the way he came.

After many more weeks of travel, Krūra finally reached home again, only to find that it was completely different. There was no signs of his parents and all the ground around him was scorched and still warm from a fire that must have travelled through there within the last day. He felt his knees buckle beneath him as he fell to the ground and started to cry. over the loss of his home. He continued to cry until he heard a soft voice say his name, "Acchā? Acchā, is that you?" The voice of his mother asked from somewhere near by. Snapping upright, Krūra scanned the area around him, trying to find where his mother was. "I'm over here," She mewed, "Near the yew tree."Her voice sounded from a few paces in front of him. Looking towards the yew tree, he saw his mother laying next to his father who looked...

"NO!" Krūra yelled, "Father's not dead! He cannot be dead!" He shook his head as tears flowed from his eyes. "He didn't die! Why did you say that?" He asked his mother, not believing a word she had just told him. According to her, the fire had his father when he tried to put it out to stop it from spreading but the fire had just ate him alive. "No..." He moaned, pounding the ground with his tail. "This is all my fault! Why did I ever leave? I should have chased after my sister and we should have moved away then none of this would have happened!" Krūra looked at his mother as the tears rolled down his face. He shook his head again, not believing it. Suddenly, without warning, a figure burst out of the bushes and ran at Krūra's mother with claws extended, and before Krūra could do anything, they killed his mother in one quick slash.

Hatred pounded through his mind as Krūra watched his mother fall dead to the floor. Who would do such a thing? He bet it was the same person who had started the fire as that was obviously done on purpose. His nostrils flared as he reared up, ready to destroy whoever had killed his parents but he fell straight to the ground again when he saw who it was. It was his own sister. She had killed their parents. "Why?!" Krūra screamed, "Why did you kill them?!" He asked his sister, slightly frightened by her evil glare. "They ruined our lives! You said so yourself, remember?" She growled loudly, putting a paw forwards as if to threaten him but instead of taking a step back, Krūra stepped forwards and let out a loud hiss. "Yeah, that's what I thought many moons ago but that's not what I think now; now I think that you have ruined our lives! They were our parents and you killed them!" He spat hurtfully, trying to make himself sound as cruel as possible. He leaped forwards quickly and lashed out at his sister but made sure he just scared her and not hurt her physically. Luckily for him, his plan work and Krūra watched his sister run away into the darkness. "From this day forwards I will be known as Krūra," he growled, "And I will show no pity on anyone for what my sister did to me. She has now made more than me suffer; everyone who meets me will suffer!" He vowed, turning away from the death scene and walking away into the shadows of the night.
Other;;
Wow I didn't realize this took me so long! I spent four hours on this form! Anyway, I wish everyone luck and I just hope I win him!