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[The Agency]

Gem was given out.
Number one wasn't given out because the owner wanted people to have more time to make their forms. I wasn't the one to receive the information, it was Tae. But since there isn't enough form to do a code-drop today, I think it's better to wait for next week.

I must admit this week was a bit confused and it's nobody's fault, really.
I'm sorry for the disappointement.

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[Desmond]

Pet's ID Tag: 39
Name You'd Choose for It: Bidelia (Irish/Gaelic, "Exhalted, lofty")
Gender: Female
Species: Irish Draft/Hack; 16 hh [5']
Reason You Want It: Her design really calls out to me. New horses for my herd are always welcome, and she'll find a happy home and some terrific friends there.
History/Background/Other:
Bidelia is a skittish mare, afraid of those who are in power and very, very prone to fleeing. She's very fast because of this, one of the fastest in both of the herds she has been in. She's a very good listener when she's not afraid, with an extensive memory. She gets lucky often, and it usually saves her life in one way or another. She doesn't quite know why, but she assumes that her luck is based off of some skill that the thinks she has, like her speed. She does not believe she is blessed, though B'Arivoi has given her a sign- her gold hoof.

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Born in a land of grace and pain, Bidelia's life was normal until it took a turn for the worse. With the arrival of the hyenas came the loss of her home and her family, burned in a wildfire caused by the lightning in the storms that followed the intruders wherever they went. Her life went up in smoke, but physically, she was lucky to be alive and unharmed. She'd stayed on a rock in the middle of the Poisoned River as the flames burned on both banks. On the third day, when the fires had all but burned themselves out, she wandered back home.

Her four grey hooves- as they used to be- picked over the ashes, her nostrils flaring as she scented burned bodies. And there they were, their fire-ridden carcasses flesh peeling from their charred bones and meat. Marks where hyenas had bitten into the young foals- just little ones!- were red against ther small black bodies. Bidelia almost sank to the ground in horror... almost, if it wasn't for the low growl.

A hyena had found her. Its sharp, bloodstained teeth bared, it approached, limping toward her with a burning hunger in its eyes. Looking around, fire burned behind her. She was trapped... unless....

She charged toward the beast and jumped over him, then galloped back to the river. Water sprayed behind her as she passed through it, getting into the hyena's gaping maw and poisoning it. Behind her, he collapsed and died, then burned in the brush.

With her lucky escape, she wandered. She passed through marshlands and swamp, deserts and savannah, and then forest before she reached another herd. These horses were strong and fit, as she found out when the lead mare and stallion charged her, suspicious that she might be a supporter of Shiva, or mate of Nyx- whoever they were. The stallion's white and grey face was pressed into her's, and it was all she could do to not run away, scared to death that he might strike out with his sharp hooves.

Again, she was lucky. A large Shire mare stepped forward, and offered her approval of Bidelia. She claimed that any mate of Nyx would be dead; that the stallion would never take a mate that couldn't be roughened up and made into a warrior, which Bidelia was, obviously, not. Gently, she took Bidelia's withers between her teeth and lightly pulled, a local sign, as Bidelia learned not long after, of encouragement as well as a request to join the large mare in a walk.

With rapt ears, Bidelialistened to Meteora, as the mare was called, as she filled her in with the situation at hand, and why the lead pair were so offensive to her appearance. She learned of how Nyx, a stallion that had been birthed in the herd, had joined an evil that went by the name of Shiva, and that all outsiders were thought to be allies of the two. However, Meteora knew Nyx well; He wouldn't take a mare that could be so easily frightened, and he'd disown any children that couldn't handle being intimidated.

The pair stopped near a river, its water as crystal clear as the sky above. Meteora explained that this river was the goddess B'Arivoi's pride and joy, and that even she would come from the clouds and drink the water herself on occasion. Bidelia, thirsty from her journey, leaned down and drank, much as the goddess was said to, and all of her weariness melted away, all of her sore muscles and scratches healed up, and she felt the warmth of the divine mare's blessing course through her, never noticing that one of her hooves turned a bright, pure gold.

Bidelia's lucky streak has yet to end.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. But of course. <3

PM'd Lihmeth. <3 Since no permission is needed, as per the requirements, I won't be supplying a screenshot.

So I don't lose this: floccinaucinhilipilification

[mokapi]

Pet's ID Tag: #74.
Name You'd Choose for It: Jörmungand.
Tale Behind the Name:
Gender: Male/female- explained below later.
Reason You Want It:
Extra Info on Ribbon Eels: Ribbon eels are strange, strange creatures- they often do not live longer than two months in captivity, and it is not uncommon for them to go on feeding strikes. Juveniles start off black; males turn blue and yellow as they mature, and females are completely yellow. Ribbon eels have no set gender- they can switch behind the two as needed to reproduce. There is basically no way that the character depicted is inherently female.

Personality: Jor is strangely beautiful; his physical appearance is one that elicits simultaneous fear and wonderment, for how often would one stumble across something so unnatural? He is not inherently aggressive despite his natural inclination for manipulation and a general emanation of power. While he doesn't necessarily avoid potentially taxing situations, he is far too intelligent to actually jump head-first into a situation that he does not have the upper hand. Though he would best be described as distant and emotionally detached, it is not uncommon for him to share valued space with various other aquatic beasts. He enjoys toying with the mind's of humans and definitely has a cruel streak; due to his supernatural abilities he is able to assimilate well amongst humans and has both broken hearts and taken names during his times ashore.

History/Background/Other:

T H E . F I S H E R M A N
"vicious"

It was a cool Sunday morning- low tide- and I had decided to give my dory a rest and on a whim pulled my landlocked dinghy from the old shed. The water was gentle, lapping and ebbing at the sides. I had moved abaft when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw the most dumbfounding sight: a creature with an eel's body- a tropical eel, nonetheless- and a head that was decidedly doglike. I blink and the beast is gone. With a frown across my hardened face I deftly attach an intact shrimp to my line and cast off- do eels enjoy shrimp?

No bite. I peer down into the brackish water; a sliver of yellow darts beneath the boat and I quietly re-cast. Little hope was in my throw but with a seeming stroke of luck I feel a pull on the line almost immediately. I allow the creature to run a few yards- I can see the tail whipping to and fro ahead- before snapping a sharp tug on the hook. The rod loaded almost immediately but I gripped tight despite the sharp curve of the bowing, grunting and winding the line back in as quickly as I could.

Overhead, a storm was roiling into view, the black clouds obscuring a great deal of the sunlight. Twice the creature on the end of my line had gone limp, but I liked to think of myself as experienced and his tricks did little good- if anything, he was made worse-off by them. Without warning, however, there was a sudden thrashing: a long yellow and blue tail whipped into the air, spraying water in every direction. One hand left the rod- my first mistake- to grab my yellow hat; the wind had dramatically gotten far more fierce than even a few seconds prior. With a loud yell I pulled as hard as I could and a yellow head was the last thing I saw before my swamped boat went under.

My galoshes weighed me down first and in a panic I kicked them off, waving my hands in front of my face to push the mooring out of the way. It was no challenge then to break the surface of the water, my hands scrabbling on the metal bottom of my dinghy as water streamed down my face. What happened next, however, was not expected.

A human hand shot up and landed on my shoulder; I yelled and moved to kick out at the man but almost immediately I was dragged under the water and was face-to-face with an incredibly strange-looking youth. His eyes were large and were an almost illumined blue; his hair was blonde- so blonde I could have called it yellow had the water not darkened it; and his mouth was open, bloody lip curling back to reveal sharpened teeth. We grappled there beneath the water for what seemed like minutes, my lungs burning, screaming, for air all the while. He was too strong, far to strong, yet just when I thought I could bear it no longer he let me go. I gasped for air- once, twice- before being drug back under again, this time with more ferocity. I had no choice but the yet this creature- this "man"- toss me around like a ragdoll. Streams of bubbles fluttered from my mouth as I screamed; the water around me had turned scarlet and I could feel the sting of his teeth in my shoulder.

T H E . D A M E
"charismatic"

I bit back a most uncouth squeak as my heeled shoes slipped on the waterlogged edge of my formal gown. It was such a lovely dress before the rain got to it: a tender pink with beautiful bits of lace embroidered around the scoop neck and it was even further accented by the diamond necklace that hung perfectly poised above my bosom. There was a sickening moment when I whole-heartedly believed that I was going to have a lovely encounter with the ground- until a firm hand gripped my arm, steadying me. Stifling a gasp I glanced up quickly, wisps of my auburn hair tumbling about my face. For a split second I could have sworn I saw something similar to an aura surround the man, a strange blue color, but that was before I noticed his face. He was breathtaking; his skin was tan and smooth, with a strong jawline, full lips, a prominent nose, and deeply cyan eyes that captured my attention immediately.

"Alright there?" An unruffled tenor voice broke from behind a crooked half-smile.
"Mmm," I said simply, still a little put-off by his presence but enraptured nonetheless. The man looked into the distance before his gaze returned to me.
"Can I call you a cab? My name is Jourdan, by the way."
"Ivy. And thank you, but I'm afraid I don't need a taxi- I'm going just there, actually." I pointed in the general direction of a local coffee shop. Jourdan nodded.
"In that case, I'll leave you to your evening. Nice meeting you, Ivy." He pivoted smoothly on a time and began walking away, his strides long and less brisk than determined. Something about him was so strange-
"Jourdan!" I called out, wondering for a moment if I was making a mistake. He turned and simply cocked his head, eyes wide. "Would you...would you care to join me?" A wide grin spread across his face.
"I wouldn't mind that at all."

Our time at the cafe was, for lack of a better word, lovely, albeit a tad strange. I ordered my usual carmel macchiato and Jourdan ordered a water. We talked about few specifics and more-so the generals. He came to America as a french exchange student and had liked it enough to stay; he was currently advancing toward a literary major with minors including philosophy, art history, and peace studies. He was currently living in a modest Pied-à-terre and had so far enjoyed his time in New York. He owned one dog, Paul, and his hobbies included raising fresh and saltwater fish and recreational swimming. He also enjoyed marathons and felt that healthy diets and exercise were the key to a body's internal balance. I took in all of this information like a sponge, my pale green eyes trained steadily on him for the entire three hours.

The streetlights had just flickered on when he became strangely restless, shifting about in his seat and unable to maintain my gaze for longer than a few moments. I frowned but maintained the conversation for a while longer before saying, "Oh, goodness- half past ten already. Should we go?"
"That would probably be best," he answered smoothly, although he stood up without hesitation. Extending his hand, Jourdan helped me from the seat as I bunched my dress around me and slid out from the booth.
"Do you live far?"
"Not too far- two blocks or so."
"May I walk you there?"
I smiled and nodded. We fell into a calm pace almost immediately and maintained it the entire way. He was so confident, so distinct in his words and mannerisms, that I felt incredibly secure...incredibly safe.

I felt a stab of discontentedness when we finally reached the front door of my tiny house. We stood there in silence for a moment, my fingers grazing the little fuschia petunias that were potted beside us.
"Thank you for the evening, Jourdan." I smiled up at him, tucking a tress of my hair behind my ear.
"It was my pleasure." He mimicked my smile, but bent down and gently kissed each of my cheeks before stepping back into the darkness. I peered after him, but he was gone, seemingly slipped into the night. I didn't even hear his footsteps as he receded from me.

T H E . O N L O O K E R
"bizarre"

When I first saw the beast, I thought I was in a reverie of some sort- I remember blinking and shaking my head before I realized that I wasn't dreaming. But without a doubt, I know what I saw- some sort of sea monster, no doubt. I don't think it knew I was there- at first it looked just like any other man running along the shore, but it was when the blue and gold started flickering from him that I looked over. In an instant he had morphed into something strange, something I've never seen before- it ran like a dog in the front, mouth wide open, but then its other half was a tail that streamed back and forth and all of its skin or whatnot was blue, with yellow fin-like things on the tail and swirls on the shoulders. It seemed awkward like this on the sand, but a moment later and it had slipped into the waves. The tip of the tail was the last thing I could see. I still don't know what exactly that thing was, but when I asked around, no one else had seen anything. It was like I was imagining it, like it was just a hallucination.

J O R M U N G A N D ' S . P O V

There are times when I wish I could spend more time on land, but I have never truly wanted to keep the form of a man, or a woman, for that matter. They are strange, gangly creatures, and learning their dialect and understanding their cultures proved to be difficult at first, but I had the time. I don't mind interacting with them- some of them, especially the females, are even enjoyable. I do believe they have attempted to initiate courting rituals with me before, and I'll admit- it is great fun to see just how far I can take things. I never go back more than a few times, however, and since I can appear to them however I choose, there is never a problem of being noticed. It is a great thing, to be able to force others to see these powerful mirages, and even greater still that I have the ability at all.
The most wondrous thing about my life is not that I can create this mental manipulations, but that I never have to travel the same road twice- when I get bored of a place, I can simply forget about it, traveling somewhere else or perhaps nowhere at all.
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I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Absolutely (:

[amato]

~`W.I.P.`~
Pet's ID Tag: 74

Name You'd Choose for It: Sunil
Gender: Female
Species: Ribbon Wolf, (Wolves) And they are the first paired species.
Reason You Want It: She is one Natural Beauty, the markings dragged me into her. She was actually, a little to perfect for me! So I had to think between one design, and another... and Well, Sunil got me. This form will be under wip!
- Her Art will be ordered!!
- Bright future ahead of her.. :3
- Plenty of love coming!
History/Background/Other:

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Sunil~

Personality~

Sunil is a Quiet, and caring soul with much religion and Belief. She has to many ways of thinking, and She is the type that is told what is what, how its that. And very easy. She Was never a leader, always a small, scrawny follower with no point of anything. She is Dragged down easily, and will be deafeted with a poke of a finger. She never was a leading soul.

Her gods are important to her... Se wont let anything threaten them, and she will gladly get violent for her own beliefs. Sunil is not logic, she is, and has been always emotional, and what happens is what depends to her. She is very solitary and dosnt let others know more than her name and gender... unless she really feels to give up on it.

Themes of her own~

innocence - Avril Lavigne - -X-X-
The River Sings - Enya - -X-X-

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The History of Sunil~

When I Was Born, everything became a fuss. Needing to Know more about our Gods, and having to Learn manners.. over 546 of them. Being Called a test subture for so long started to make me wonder. Momma Had always ignored me, and Daddy was never home. I had no sisters or brothers, and only be shoved in a rock den in my seaweed fraize was the main thing I did. Never love, always, "Be smart, Be Safe" And I got sick of it all so soon. "Look Sunil! To repeat Phase one for counter gods you must Repeat it! Repeat!!" Momma Lashed out at me, and I had to comfort myself. So I repeated the Phase... "Nai Cu No gaun Secosn Nbarnen! She Bauck Me Neoshivalk!" I Mumbled, and I had tried to say it loudly. "Louder Sunil. Or no Dinner." Momma Grumbled. Her Tail scales rippled unevenly, and I saw how mad she was. "Nai Cu No gaun Secosn Nbarnen! She Bauck Me Neoshivalk!" I Yelled, And Then I let my pale eye drift across the room. "Attention Sunil! i Can Stand Around Having to Make You Re-" Momma Shrieked, Until the most familiar voice mumbled from the entrance. "Kekash, meankeouni!" And At that moment, I turned to see little Pukana, the out cleaner Ribbon Wolf. My Neck Gills Flared a little, and small bubbles floated to the cave roof. "Neshika! Men sheo givben!" Momma said harshly, and looked at me. "Company Sunil. And Its for your-" I broke Momma off. I knew it wasnt smart, but I was tired of her voice now. "Its for the Day I take the Unsion." I mumbled, shaking my small blue head and rolling my eyes.

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-Wip-
I, Seaturtle, understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Tiikeria]

.:Pet's ID Tag:.
#103

.:Name You'd Choose for It:.
Lucius

.:Gender:.
Male

.:Reason You Want It:.
His design called to me the moment Kam put him up for adoption. I love how simple, yet complex his markings are, plus the color palatte is amazing. He'd have a great home in my story, as well as on my site, Vox Tigrem.

.:History/Background/Other:.

.:Species:.
Common Jackal

.:Song:.
"Hero" by Skillet

.:History as told by Lucius:.

I was born forsaken. Unwanted from the moment I took my first breath. I was the illegitimate child of General and his servant mistress; she hated me for ruining her relationship, he hated me for being. That was an abundant time in our world. The grasslands were lush and full; food was easy to find. The zionds and my kind, the jackals, were allies again after an intense battle over territory. The plains were celebrating over the ziond Lord’s good fortune: a son, an heir, born to him late in life. No one was celebrating my birth. In fact, I was being shoved into an abandoned den, left to die with my brother and sister.

They would not survive, but, by some twisted decision by Tiresia herself, I lived. The runt of the litter, the weakling. I was taken in by an indentured servant of the jackal Lord. She was an old jackal, but kind, and very close to the noble family. She had been scavenging for food when she heard by shrill cries. The Lord and Lady, when they discovered their servant’s find, took me in, as they had not been blessed by the gods with an heir. I grew up believing I was the son of the Lord and Lady. They were wise and gentle with me from the moment I was placed before them. Before long, I was bearing a name to go with my new home. Lucius.

I grew up in their den, a very happy, healthy pup. My father would teach me about the land, fighting, and leading wisely; my mother would tell me stories of the Gods and Goddesses, filling my young mind with big dreams. My father would occasionally take me with him on visits to other Lords, and my mother would occasionally take me scavenging with her. I never really saw any other jackals, as we are a solitary kind, so, besides my mother and father, and the servant that found me, I had no other friends. However, it was on a trip to the zionds that I met my one and only friend. My best friend. Ja’mai.

I had followed my father, looking in wonder at the part of the grasslands I had never seen before. You could see the Auru Mountains from this place, as we were nearing the southern border of the grasslands. I remember hearing my father greet another, but was unconcerned, thinking it was just another jackal. So, when I backed into the leg of a large beast, I couldn’t help but let out a yelping cry that jackals are known for. Alarmed, I hid behind my father’s leg, peeking out at the strange looking beast. His great striped head lowered to my level, giving me a kind smile.

“And this,” his deep, rumbling voice sounded, “must be young Lucius. It’s nice to finally meet you, little one.”

I remember looking up at him, shy and still a bit scared. I would learn that there was nothing to fear from Ma’dual. He was a kind, wise ruler, much like my own father. After they had settled the territory dispute, the two Lords had become quite good friends. And his son, from what I have heard from travellers, is much the same way.

While the two Lords spoke, my attention wanders, much like a young pup’s attention would. It was during my wandering that I discovered a set of eyes watching me from behind his own father’s broad leg. Quietly, I cocked my head at him, and he repeated the action, causing me to giggle. Oblivious to the amused Lords, we continued our game of repetitive movements, slowly creeping from our hiding places, until we were almost nose to nose. I grinned at him; he grinned back. A lifelong bond was born.

Together, we grew. When I wasn’t training with my father to be Lord, I was with him, talking about our favorite games, or what we were going to do when we were Lords of our lands. The world was great to us, but we didn’t know of the building threat all around us. Rebels were rising from all sides, unhappy with being ruled at all. They wanted anarchy, a word that had no meaning to a young adult like myself. But it would gain meaning, very quickly.

That morning dawned under overcast skies, fitting for the way the day would end. I was following my father along the border of our lands, making sure all was calm.To my untrained eyes, it was calm, but I could sense my father’s tension. He was on edge, and I wasn’t sure why, until a roar of a battle cry ripped through the air.

“Run, Lucius!” my father screamed, pushing me out of the way of the attacking tiger rebel. I bolted, hearing my father’s yapping battle cry, calling his warriors to him. But the cry was silenced all too soon. A jackal stood no chance against a tiger. I knew he was gone.

But still I ran. Scared and alone, I ran towards familiar grounds: the land of the zionds. But my heart leaped to my throat as I saw what was before me: blood staining the golden grasses, dead beasts lying where they were slain, their eyes wide and glassy in death. The zionds were fighting for their lives, and, beside them, were the jackal warriors my father called for. It was jackal against wolf, ziond against tiger, and both against leopard and cheetah. I didn’t know what to do, as grief gipped my chest. My father was gone, and my lands were being taken by creatures that I had never seen before.
But, out of the dust, came hope. Ma’dual, as old as he was, was fighting like the warlord he once was known as. His claws ripped into attacking flesh as he reared to his full height. For a moment I pitied the naïve rebels that dared to take on such a powerful beast. But only for a moment.

I ran towards the ziond Lord, going to him for salvation. As he put down another cheetah, he spotted my terrified form racing towards him.

“Lucius! Thank Tiresia!” he bellowed rearing once more. However, the cry had cost him precious moments, and, from behind him, a large tigress leapt from the tall grasses, digging her claws into the soft flesh of the Lord’s powerful neck. With a furious whinny, he bucked, and rolled, fighting to get the tigress off his back. She held on, however, only letting go when he rolled, body slamming her into the ground, crushing her body. I, having stopped in horror of the unexpected attack, ran to the fallen Lord’s body. Panting, I looked down upon the dying Lord; claw and bite marks littered his once powerful body. His tired eye looked up at me as I lowered my head, nosing his cheek.

“Lu-cius…promise…me…,” he gasped out, his chest heaving, “Tell…my son…I…love him…”

“I promise, Lord Ma’dual. I promise you, he’ll know,” I said softly, ignoring the sounds of battle around me, the grief strong in my chest. I had lost my father, and was losing the next closest thing as well.

“Lucius…may the deities…protect you…al…ways…”

I watched, grief stricken, as the light faded from his eyes, and his spirit joined all others in the Exalted Land beyond the stars. I shook with sadness and anger; how could the deities take everyone from me? My father, my mentor, I had nothing left…except...

I lifted my head, looking around frantically for my brother in spirit. Ja’mai was nowhere to be seen, and I thought the worst. Letting out a battle cry, eeriliy similar to the one my father had uttered only moments before, I charged at the nearest enemy, a wolf. He was not expecting the attack from a young jackal, but he learned quickly. I was easily outmatched in the fight, but, with anger and grief burning my blood, I tore at the skin, snarling and yapping. It didn’t take long for the wolf to pin me to the hard ground, as the rain began to pour, turning the ground red from the blood being washed to the river.

“Lookie what we have here…a little jackal pup, and a fool as well,” the wolf chuckled as I stared up at him, fearful, “Hmmm…you could be useful, fool.”

With a bite to my neck, he hauled me to my feet, and shoved me away from the battle, leading me into unknown territory: the forest that bordered the grasslands and the ziond land. There was no hope for escape; the wolf could kill me in one swift move. I never saw my mother or Ja’mai again.

For suns I was lead through the woods, deprived of food and water, along with the other prisoners of the battle, which the wolf’s comrades had captured. They had met up with us the night of the battle, and, as horrible as it was, I wished Ja’mai had been one of the captives, so I’d at least know if he was alive, or dead as I feared. But he wasn’t with the returning rebels. So, I journeyed on alone, besides my captors and their prisoners. I felt numb. I was forsaken once more, this time by the deities themselves. I prayed every night to Tiresia, asking for help, for hope, and for strength. I never received a reply.

Slowly, the captives started to die off from lack of food, water, and from the wounds they sustained from the fight, until all they had left was me, and even then, I wasn’t in very good condition. It was a few suns later that I collapsed, energy gone. In a cruel repeat of my earliest moments, I was left alone to die once more, and, once again, with help, I survived.
This time, salvation came from a blind, old tiger.

When I awoke, after being left, my senses were shot. I was exhausted, and hungry. It was only a few moments later that a fresh kill was set before my nose, and, not caring if it was friend or foe feeding me, I ate. And I continued to do so until my belly rebelled against me. It seemed as if the food has reawakened my senses, as I could now hear a soft humming, and smell a comforting scent. Silently, I lifted my head to look at the lounging white and gold tiger. He observed me with his milky blue eyes, still humming softly. It took me a moment before I was able to form words.

“W-who are you…?”

The tiger chuckled softly; smiling gently, like a father would to his pup. I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of never seeing my own father give me a smile like that again. I pushed that thought aside as the tiger began to speak in an aged voice.

“Well, Lucius, I am known by many names, by many a beast. However, I believe the most common name they give me is Klineer.”

Silently, I wracked my memories, trying to recall the name that sounded so famillar. Finally, it hit me like a log.

“T-the God of Wisdom?” I stuttered, my eyes wide. If I wasn’t alert before, I was now. Was I really in the presence of a god?

“And of Justice, child. Don’t forget that, as justice is just as important as wisdom,” he smiled at me kindly. I weakly sat up, wincing, sore, watching as he did the same, looking up at the shining stars that were visible from a gap in the leaves of the huge trees. I looked up as well, curious as to my surroundings, my attention once again drawn to the tiger as he spoke.

“No matter what you may think, Lucius, Tiresia never turned her back on you. She was testing you. And, may I say, you passed easily. You never lost hope, even in the darkest of times. She has a very special request of you.”

“What does the goddess wish me to do?” I had heard of beasts receiving messages from the gods and goddesses, but I never expected it to happen to me. Maybe I was too desperate to find someone to trust, but I truly knew I was talking to a god.

“First off, she would like you to accept the position as Lord of the Jackals, however…” he trailed off, looking at me with blank eyes. I wonders vaguely how he knew where I was, but I shrugged it off.

“However, what, sir?”

“You are the last living jackal.”

I stared at him, in shock. My body had gone numb, much like it had done when I watched Ma’dual die before me. Me? The last of my kind? It can’t be.

“I know you won’t want to believe me, child, but it’s the truth. The jackals that survived the battle, were executed by the rebels. No one survived, no one escaped. I’m sorry, Lucius,” he said softly, nosing my muzzle. I didn’t know what to think. I was alone in this world. And I always would be. A lone jackal roaming the land, no home and no family. I looked up at the god, lost and confused.

“What am I to do, sir? I…I have nowhere to go…I can’t be Lord of nothing.”

“Well,” the old tiger rumbled, “that brings us to part two of Tiresia’s request, and as long as there’s one, a leader is needed,” Klineer stood, radiating power, despite the feeble body he presented before me. I stood weakly, looking up at him, my eyes curious.

“Lucius, Lord of the Jackals, Child of the Maritae Grasslands, Tiresia, Goddess of Destiny, Decider of Fate, requests your assistance in the Exalted Lands. You have shown great courage and hope in the face of imprisonment, and embody the spirit of freedom. Therefore, will you, Lord Lucius, accept the power of God of Prisoners and of Freedom? You shall roam the lands free, never to be captured again, but you will bring hope to those who have none in the face of slavery and imprisonment. You shall bring freedom to those who deserve to run free as the winds. Do you accept, Lucius?”

I stared up at him in awe. I could be a God? I could help others who felt forgotten by the deities, and free them from the darkest feelings of imprisonment? It only took a few moments for me to decide. I wanted to help others. I wanted to make sure no one would feel the same way I did while imprisoned. Forgotten. Hopeless. I could change that.

“I accept, Klineer, God of Wisdom and Justice. I accept both Lord of the Jackals, and the responsibility of God of Prisoners and Freedom. I will ensure no one will lose hope in the face of being trapped.”

Klineer smiled proudly, once again reminding me of my own father. I felt strong, like suns ago I wasn’t close to death. I felt the best I ever felt in my short life.

“Then let it be so. In the name of the Goddess Tiresia, I name you Lucius, The Last Prisoner, and Hope Bringer to the Trapped. Let freedom reign thoughout the land forever more.”

I’ll always remember that day, for as long as the world exists. And as long as there are beasts asking for freedom, I shall be.

I was born forsaken. I shall never be so again. I am Lucius, The Last Prisoner.

.:Characters Mentioned:.
Tiresia - Goddess of Destiny
Ja'mai - Future Lord of the Zionds, and Lucius' best friend
Ma'dual - Ja'mai's father, and, in this story, current Lord of the Zionds
Klineer - God of Wisdom and Justice

.:Word Count:.
2,588 words

I, ArtiBennoda, understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

.:Permission From Kam:.


Word so I can find this later: Robot Unicorn

[silver--mane]

Pet's ID Tag: 33

Name You'd Choose for It: Terra Ara (Aro)- means Earth(s) Wing

Gender: Male

Reason You Want It: I have a group of three dragons (including my fursona) which represent fire, water and sky. I have been looking for a character to represent earth for over a month now. The design immediately caught my eye. It represents the combination of a creature of the sky with earth exactly as I imagine it. It also gives a good contrast to the designs of the other the dragons which are generally more complicated.

History/Background/Other:
Profile:
Species: Dragon
Gender: Male
Age: 3 yrs. 5 months (5 yrs. 5 months with egg time)
Height: 7 ft. 6 in. (not full grown)
General Color: Different shades of brown
Markings: White lines along the pottow of the wings and along the tail, a darker muzzle, green eyes

History:
The hatchling clambered out of the broken white things surrounding him. He wasn’t sure what they were but they lay in little heaps all around him. He slowly stretched the weird things protruding from his back that were filled with a dull ache of being cramped up. “One more to go” a gentle voice said behind him. He turned around and tripped over something lying on the ground also somehow attached to him. He prodded it gently with one paw and felt the touch. There was an arrow shaped thing at the end of it. He tried to prod it but pulled his foot away quickly when the paw pad broke and something red starting flow out of it. It hurt too. Behind him a crack sounded through the area and he turned toward it. The long thing would have to wait till later. He stumbled over to a round thing seemingly made of the same thing that had surrounded him.
He stuck his nose to it, sniffing. He shrank away when it moved. He hesitantly batted at it. Suddenly another crack filled his surroundings and the round thing blasted apart. The hatchling ran away until he bumped into something big, warm and a little squishy. “It’s okay Aro” it was that big voice from above again. A thing rushed down from above, it had two green circles, two black holes a big opening and rows of gray white pointy things. “Your younger sibling is hatching just like you did.” “Who are you? And who’s Aro?” He asked the thing that had come from above. He had noticed the sound somehow came from it. It gently touched his head and gently said “You’re Aro and I’m your mother. Now come and greet your little sister”. Mother, sister? What were those. But somehow Aro knew he could trust mother. He followed the thing he know realized must be mother’s head to his ‘sister’ whatever that was. It looked similar to him although it was more gray then brown like him. He prodded it gently with his nose, following some unknown instinct. “Hello Pedra” mother said. “Is it Pedra?” Aro asked, trying to make sense of what mother said. “Yes she is Pedra”
Family:
Sister: Pedra Danza (Pedra) means Stone Dance

This isn’t complete yet…

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Yes

[crazy cranky critter]

UGH! Writing and reasearching for an hour and then my computer crashes so I guess this is back to a WIP!



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[The Agency]

Revamped #3 and #11, hope you guys like them =3

[amato]

Revamped #3 and #11, hope you guys like them =3

They are Very Beautiful, Agency. (?)

[.kestral]

Agency Staff
Would I be able to take 92 back? I was his origional maker when I was Leobreaker12 and dont like seeing him up ehre again.