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[Lirrie]

Ok guy well i still need 2200 points, me a skritnaja are working together to get them. So we are now doing customs of my species to get them. (if im not allowed to post this here please tell me.) 150 for simple, 200 for complex

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still for sale on da

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How long have you been on cs:2013 but I know a lot
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[zima.]

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Username:
Zima.

How long have you been on cs:
Three years

How often are you on?
Every day

Why do you want to be an mod?
I love this species, and I just find it so creative!

Have you moderated before? (At least 1 place you have)
Shionnix, Darans, Turtle Dragon Adopts, Mithrellian

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Name:Crystalsis
Pen:2
What will you use it for:Don't know yet
Why do you want it:it pretty and awesome
Personality:Kind, short tempered, Curious
History:She ran away from home because her owner didn't treat her well and went to the New Town Village she went to every house but no one wanted her but at that night there was this woman who had a very small house and it was very dusty, she was also very poor. The Crystinalian didn't care as long as she had a home, it knocked at the door and the poorly lady let it in. for the past few weeks the gave her good luck, the poor lady had a big home and had enough food to eat even for the Crystinalian. Eveen though she was very rich now she still gave more to the Crystinalian. She finally named it Crystalsis
Other:none

[NARANDA]

The round is not open yet android. Please wait till someone posts that it is open.

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Sorry!

[NARANDA]

Username: NARANDA
Colors: Could it look like a mix between this bird and this one.
I'd love for it to have feathers around the crystals like the first bird and feather coming from the base of the tail going down. If that makes sense.
Name: May I decide once I see it?
I agree to abide by the species rules: Of course!


I want to breed two Regulars
Username: NARANDA
Female Reference: Hitohana
Male Reference: Godaiyou
Both parties consent: Yep!
Other: I'd love if at least one cub could have flowers like the mother, maybe lilies or star gazers, if possible. Thank you so much!

[Lirrie]

skrit will get those when she get on i think and soon as i finish updating this is open

[Lirrie]

Round Open

Ima try the 2 at once again, some people have been doing good on it.

[NARANDA]

Name: Oscar
(Pronounced OS-ker)
(Old English - Spear of the Gods)
Pen: 7
Base Color: Brown
Gender: Male

"You can't hide your true
colours as you approach
the autumn of your life."
-Unknown

What will you use it for:
I shall write stories for him and get him art! I shall give him a special place on my site! I may also use him for art practice and just sketch him once and a while during my free time, I like sketching at school sometimes, just on pieces of paper or in a note book.

Why do you want it:
I love his colors! They remind me of fall and I love the fall. It's not too hot, yet not too cold. The natural color look great with the orange markings and I love the markings! Some of my favorite sort of markings. I've been eying him ever since I saw his adult form! I'm glad he is up for adoption and that I get a chance to own this cutie!

Personality:
-Calm
-Relaxed
-Quiet
-Helpful
-Caring
-Listener
He is calm and relaxed. He doesn't worry over little things, but instead just goes with the flow. He loves helping his family and friends and is a very good counselor. He is very quiet and likes to just listen. Sounds are what he is best at. He can tell who is who by their voices, he call tell what is what by the sound it makes as it moves or makes a sound. He is very attached and connected to those he gets to know and doesn't take well to those who hurt them. He hates to fight and doesn't like to argue, but he will speak up for those he loves. He loves the fall, it reminds him of how everything much come to an end, but soon during the spring everything will start again.

History:
I opened my eyes to see golden leaves and a feel a cool breeze. I was born in the fall and have always felt a connection to the season. Some say it was because I was born in it, others says it's because my soul was that of fall, then others say it was of a great tree of the forest. The day of my birth was sunny and cool, my favorite type of day.
My clan of crysts lived in the far north, in the northern forests. Of course that was also the home to a few hunters. How I hate those hunters and how they have hurt my family. That day was cold, winter. My sister had gone out to hunt slightly east of our home, but she was gone quite some time. I left to go find her, running through the deep snow, hoping a hunter did not come and see me, for my pelt was useless for hiding against the snow. I ran into a clearing, when a gun shot ran through the air. I froze, my sister staring at me wide eyed, her eyes starting to glaze over. I saw red running down her side and I couldn't move. She fell with a soft thud in the snow, the blood staining the white ground red. I watched stunned as the hunters came out of the trees, heading towards her body.
There was nothing I could do to stop them from taking her away, nothing I could do to stop them from hacking her apart in their wooden dens, or cabins as they said. Her skin would be used as a blanket, her beautiful crystals a decoration, who knows what will happen to the rest of her. I mourned silently there as they took her away, unable to move, not risking making a noise in fear that I would also be shot.
I walked home slowly, my head down, not bothering to be stealthy. How was I to break the news to my parents, how was I to tell them that their precious daughter was dead? I sat down outside the camp where my clan lived, thinking, my mind was blurred though with sadness and guilt. I had failed to save my sister, I had failed my parents, I had failed my clan. How could I go in there knowing my sister would never see our home again? How could I go in there knowing my family never got a chance to say goodbye.
I finally got up after a while of mourning, the snow having soaked through my fur to my skin. I did not notice though as I walked into camp, my head down. My face looked tired and it was obvious I had been mourning. My mother ran over to me, worry clearly written on her face. "The hunters..." that was all I had to say, my mother knew right away. She broke down, crying. My father was not back at the time, he was out hunting, but he knew something was wrong when he returned. "The hunters got to her before I could." I whispered to him outside the den where my mother wept. "I wasn't able to save her." I cried again quietly, just outside as my father ran in to comfort my mother.
I was not comforted then, my father was too busy, my mother was weeping herself and the clan was grieving and giving my parents comfort, but they left be there outside the den that night to mourn alone. I cried till I had no more tears left to cry, pain welled in my chest, the vision of my sister dying flashed over and over again in my mind. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't my fault, but my heart kept saying that it was, that she died because of me. I fell asleep outside in the snow, alone, that night.
I awoke to deadly silence. No sister to wake me up, my parents still in their den, mourning. My body was stiff from the long hike the day before and from sleeping in the cold, wet snow. I looked up into the sky and whispered something to myself, something to my lost sister, a small farewell. I shall not repeat it, but it still rings in my ears to this day.

It has now been years since that day. My parents have become very protective of me and I have sort of become a counselor and comforter. I have trained myself to listen to sound and smell for scent more than using my eyes while hunting, those skills have saved my skin on a number of occasions from the hunters that took my sister. I help our healer, a slightly older cryst who likes to work with herbs now that he can't hunt because of the hunters.
Sometimes I like to teach the cubs small things, like how to differentiate smells and sounds they hear around the camp. I like to play with them also, chasing them around and finding them as they hide.
I do still miss my sister, but I know now that she is in a better place. A place free of hunters and death, a place filled with never-ending food and prey. She shall forever be happy and youthful, and someday my family will join her and once again be able to see her pretty face.

A Dream or A Nightmare:
The trees were green and lush, it was summer in the lands in which I lived. A time which we feared. Yes hunters were around all year, but they came in many numbers during this season, far more numbers than you see during winter. It was hunting season for them, hunting season for us.
I was stalking through the forest, hunting for prey to feed the elders of our clan. Then I smelt it, rabbit. There was one elder who loved rabbit, one whom was like family to me. I picked up the pace, the scent getting stronger and stronger until I came to the edge of a clearing. I stopped dead in my tracks as I stared at what I saw. My sister stood on the other side of the small clearing, holding a brown rabbit in her jaws. The wind swept across her fur just like it did the grass, creating a ripple effect.
I started to run towards her, my heart leaping with joy at seeing her face again, only to stop dead. What I saw was not my sister, but her carcass. The rabbit was gone and her eyes were dull. She looked just like she did that day she died. The blood from the wound dripped down onto the grass, turning it crimson red. "Why did you let them kill me?" She asked in a soft, sad voice. I mumbled as I tried to tell her that I couldn't, that the hunters shot before I even got there, but it was too late. I heard the gunshot and pain shot through my chest. The ground beneath me melted away into water. I tried to keep my head above the surface, but it was all in vain. No matter how hard I kicked I continued to sink deeper into the never ending depths, leaving a red trail of blood all the way to the surface. Then everything fades into nothingness.

Sister's Point Of View
The day was a cold, beautiful winter day. The snow sparkled in the light and the icicles shimmered where they hung. I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze ruffle my pelt. Unlike my brother, I was a winter cub, two winters after my brother was born. I walked through the snow towards the entrance, hoping to catch something large for the elders to eat. I headed towards a creek I knew would be plentiful with prey looking for water and ice. I made it to the creek and dug a hole in the snow to hide. My crystals peeked above the surface.
I crouched there for quite some time before i heard movement, but it was no dear. I knew the scent of hunter from a mile away. I dug deeper into the snow, hoping to hide myself, and it worked, for the meantime anyways. The hunter passed and I got up, looking at the tracks the hunter had left. It was headed straight towards the camp. I couldn't let it reach there, but the only way to stop it was to kill it or die. I started to run the other way, making as much noise as I could, sending the hunter running in my direction as fast as he could.
I continued to run and run till I reached a large field. I knew he was going to catch me, I knew I was going to die. I thought of my family, the elders and my brother as I ran across the field, waiting for the bullet to pierce my heart. There stood my brother at the edge of the field, everything seemed to be in slow motion as we made eye contact and the shot went off. I felt it and stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at my brother, knowing he thought it was his fault this was happening. I tried to tell him with my eyes that it wasn't for I could no longer speak. My vision blurred and my muscles went limp, then I fell to the ground, my vision black and no longer able to see my brother.

"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods. And
day by day the dead leaves fall and melt."
-William Allingham

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Thank you for this chance!