the land of faerres { Sih likes shiny things }

[Starmz ♥]

Congratulations, Midnight! c:

[☆ star child]

Congrats!

[Taiyo]

Days passed without a single sound from the Altar - no bugles, no flyers - it seems the small citizens of Vinara were satisfied with their life, though the same could not be said for the visitors to the hidden land. Though it was nice to know that Faerres were happy and content, visitors came and went empty handed and some were beginning to wish for something, anything to happen as they stared longingly at the empty Altar. These conflicting thoughts made the atmosphere surrounding the old building dark and tensed, building up slowly until the Faerres began to feel the pressure as well. The rising tension was grating and many feared that a fight would break out soon. That was until the hungrily longed for familiar notes of the bugles lifted the stifling atmosphere around the area and once more the Altar was bustling with life.

Ferrison chose to reveal himself at twilight that day, his dark navy blue eyes scanning the hungry crowd below and flicked his ears. He walked calmly to center stage, his movements silent and graceful, yet communicated a hidden strength beneath as lean muscles rippled with every step. His fur was neatly groomed until it shined and upon nearing the front, the audience let out a gasp of surprise when they saw a dragon imprinted on his very body. The mythical creature seem to breathe and move with life in sky-like background of his pelt. It was like the blue Faerre had a guardian floating by his side.

"Evening my friends." his voice was calm, deep, regal. "I'm Ferrison and I seek art." he tilted his head to look at the sky and turned around. The dragon on his pelt rippling with life and movement, followed him and glared at the audience with it's bright blue eyes. "I like observing all kinds of art, it gives me peace and helps me soothe away conflicting... emotions when I'm troubled. The art here is unique but I know there is more out there and I'd like to explore these new places. But first I must find a companion." he sat down slowly and wrapped his tail gracefully around his paws. "Let me see your art."

Ferrison will be judged in 2 weeks, August 7th, 2013, HK Time

*Ferrison's theme is about 'beauty' this time. Formatting of the form is important! Try to prettify your forms. You can add art, write poems, stories, songs, etc. But everything must belong to or created by you!*

Sorry for the pause in Altar Faerres, I encountered a writers block for Faerre introductions ;m; -sob sob-
Also, I had been debating for a long, long time whether I should keep Ferrison or put him on the Altar xDD I fell in love with his design... but alas... I did the unselfish thing and decided that I should let others get a chance to adopt him.

BUT THIS MEANS. Ferrison's round will be hard.
And I'm expecting good forms. Decorate your forms as much as you want, create art and write stories for him Try your best everyone!
If there aren't any good forms, I might as well keep him to myself in the end xDD haha

Good luck everyone!

[*Blackberry*]

Art nibbled on her pencil, she just need to finish this maths problem, before she could start on her art homework, she enjoyed drawing. She tapped the pencil on her head, thinking hard. She shrugged and scribbled randomly, not wanting to waste anymore time on maths. Art took out her drawing book, her art's homework was on " what do I like? " she just placed her pencil on the paper, when she was interuppted, " Annie! Dinner. " a too familar voice said. Art unlocked her door, and opened her door, she walked down the stairs, " It is Art mom! " Art snapped. " It is Art mom! " someone micmicked her. The someone, was Alden, her 18 year old brother, he had already sat and his brown eyes flashed with amusement as he smirked at her. " Alden, if you like to micmicked me so much, go ahead! I can't believe I have a fan at home! " she said annoyed, Art's pale pink eyes flashed angrily. She smirked at him, and stuck out her tongue at him. Alden was about to talk, when mom came. Her mom was called Catherina angela, had brown hair and brown eyes. " What are you two siblings talking about? " she asked sweetly, both of them could see a glint of amusement in their mom's eye. Alden answered innocently, " Nothing mom. "

Ferrison
- likes pretty things
- might be based off a salamander or dragon

he whistled. Catherina smiled, " Annie, I told you that you can't be called Art. Your name isn't Art. " she said in a voice, which no one would argue. Art growled, " I'M ART! A-R-T. ART " she snorted, and stomped upstairs, she went to her room, and locked the door, she sighed, she could have woken Whitie her kitten. Whitie indeed had awoken, she meowed. Art smiled and carried Whitie, and placed her on the table, Whitie purred and curled up, watching her with her green eyes. Art tapped her pencil against her head, inspiration... inspiration... she had lost it in the fit of anger earlier. Art lay back against her chair, and used her feet to spin it round and round. That was her usual trick to get inspiration, but it wasn't working. Art saw Whitie pretended to sleep, it usually helped, she stopped spinning, and picked up her pencil, fighting against her major art block. She was drawing so hard, that the pencil broke, she sharpened it, and threw the paper away and took another piece staring. When she had an idea, she grabbed her paper, and clipboard, and pencil case she stuffed them into her bag. Art took a book, and two chocolate buns. She grabbed a packet of salmon, and took a few foldable bags into her bag pack. Art changed into a shirt and jacket, and a pants. She took her bag pack, and carried it, Whitie purred. She grabbed Whitie, and held her firmly, but gently. She walked down the stairs and went out, heading to the dark forest, inspiration was only on her mind. Nothing scared her anymore. Art glanced around, starting to feel hopeless, she should just head back home... she turned, and found herself lost. " I can't be lost right? "

I wanna go back home!

she asked herself panicking.

What to do?

Suddenly, she seemed to notice the forest, she bit her bottom lip, and held Whitie. Thoughts swirled in her mind in a hurry.

Help! Someone!

she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Tears streamed down

I dont't mind washing the toliet and helping my brother with his homework as long as I get out of here!

her face. Art turned and walked back, since she walked here, she just needed to turn and walk straight right? Trying to convince herself with that excuse, but she couldn't. She finally gave up, and started jumping on the spot she was standing. Angry. Helpless. Hoepless.. Suddenly the ground gave way, Art just managed to say, " What the- HECKKKKK!.. " she shouted as she fell, and landed on the ground. A hole.... " what?.. " she mumbled, she kicked all around her, as Whitie scrambled into her bag. An opening suddenly appeared, Art crawled out. Then the opening disappeared. " Wait! " she sighed.
Wip

[Taiyo]

yes C: remember to put proper credits

[н σ я ѕ є]

Two large eyes peered out from the back shadows of the Altar. She could feel all the shadow creatures hoping for a companion shifting around her. In the dark she could feel the brush of fur, hear whispers of excitement. She blinked her large, storm grey eyes and emerged from the darkness. Sunlight caught her pale golden pelt and her tabby markings began to coil and uncoil in an abstract pattern. Her storm grey eyes looking extremely oversized in her slender, small face. Bat-like ears emerged from the same small head and golden falcon wings stretched from her slim sides. A few creatures turned to look at her as her fur caught the light and seemed to glow with the new energy. However, most eyes stayed fixated on the Fearre on stage. She was fine with that, as most people payed her no attention where she was from.

Suddenly she was back in her own home. Her mother and siblings looked down at her. They all had the same stone grey pelts and leaf green eyes. Barn wood surrounded her and she buried deeper into the golden hay. "Mommy, why is she so odd?", one of her brothers asked. "Because she's not like us, bird brain," one of her sisters teased. Her mother looked down at her youngest kitten with sad, hollow eyes. She did nothing to quiet her other kittens. With a startled, hurt glare the golden kitten plunged into the hay. The golden stalks grabbed at her pelt and swallowed her in warmth.

Major WIP.

[Horneddragon]

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☸ The Basics...
•Username: Horneddragon
•Wooer: "Captain" Katia Owens
•Faerres' name: Ferrison
•Size: 51 cm
•Age: 3-4 years
•Sexual orientation: Straight
•Breedable: N/A

☸ To see the unseeable,
find the unfindable,
and seek the unseekable;
this is my dream.

☸ Welcome to the new age ☸
• Katia Owen
• Wanted for treason, and crimes against the government.
• last seen, around the harbor.
• Possibility of commandeering a vessel.
•Fugitive IS DANGEROUS.
• Permission to kill on sight granted.
• Reward: $10,000 gold

☸ Don't you see me? ☸
• Name: "Captain" Katia Owen
• Profession: Agent of the sea and sky
• Home: Classified
• Age: 24 years
• Height: 5'10
• Weight: 125 lbs
• Hair color: Auburn
• Eye color: Green
• Born: 19th of April
• Current location; Never-ending Sea
• Previous employment: Classified
• Current employment: The Order

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☸ A story untold...

A woman sat alone in the crowed space of the alter. Her clothes seemed oddly heavy for the hot day yet to those around her she seemed unaffected by the arid weather. She moved not an inch while the Native faerres swept and cleaned the stage known as the Altar. Instead she just peered out from beneath her ordinate wide brimmed and feathered hat. Some who passed her by may have though she perished sitting there bundled up in a heavy gold trimmed and roped coat, but truth was she was merely waiting. She and her crew had been marooned on the shores of Vinara for quite some time. they had been surprised to find themselves on the shores of a land of beasts and not humans, yet Capitan Katia was intrigued enough by their kind to want to know them. And possibly to make one her companion. Five days now she had sat on this bench unmoving, just watching, waiting, to find a Faerre hearty enough to join her crew, and her Order.

... and I cant change,
Even if i tried,
Even if i wanted too ...

As the days slowly, painfully stretched on, Katia could feel the tension building up around the alter. It was like a rubber band wound so tight it was about to burst. It was only when she feared for her own safety that she moved. She had been sitting in the same position for so long that her movements were slow jerky and shaky. but soon her body responded. The movement of standing up caused her feathered had to fall back exposing part of her heavily tattooed face. She noticed some disapproving looks from a few older humans who had been near her, and despite her uncaring outlook toward humans she felt a slight blush touch her face. she shrugged it off slightly, and moved away from the humans before shifting into her true form. Reddish brown locks of human hair fell way to flowing white an grey fur. Her face elongated into a snout and her teeth sharpened as her hands turned into claws and her feet into hooves. Though she did not tower over the humans as the normal 8 foot males of her species Katia was a much smaller male, just over half the size. He, for in this form Katia was a male of the species, sat back on his goat like haunches. and looked back towards the altar. He felt safe in this form, no one would mess with his formidable size. Katia waited there for a while longer, occasionally watching as humans and other various beings left the area of the alter. He himself was about to return to the airship, that was until HE appeared.

But I'm hoping that the gates,
They'll tell me that you're mine
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?

Katia's blue eyes followed the small Faerre as he steadily paced across the stage, and he listened out of courtesy to his speech. A small chuckle escaped the small daeet as he thought of Ferrisons words. Though he was scorned and hated by others of his species Katia's mother had always called him a work of art. Maybe Ferrison would see the same. With a great heave Katia stood on all fours and began to trot towards the alter. As he neared He watched others approach the Faerre, drawings, writings, dancing, every art form displayed before him, and Katia could only assume, hungrily taken in by the small form. As he approached his turn inline, he began to come across a predicament, Katia was neither skilled in an art nor craft. everything he had about him was natural, from the markings on his body to his form shifting, both were nothing more than a curse and anomaly in his genes. When he had decided that he had literally nothing to offer this Faerre and was going to step out of line he found that he was no longer on the steps, but instead the stage. Confused he looked around, and deliberated, apparently while he was debating over his talents in the fine arts he had made it unto the stage, and now stood second in line in front of the waiting Faerre.

Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

As the human in front of him finished and walked away, Katia could feel his stomach drop. He had nothing to offer, no things of beauty, no shinny trinkets, no examples of his prowess with the brush or pen. He could feel the eyes of those waiting on him boring through his pelt. it was then he lost control of his form, the silver amulet around his heck glowed an unnatural shade of blue, and he felt his size change, and his furr fall off his body. When She looked back down Katia was met by the stunning and delicate arches of scenes and creatures of all walks of life from all over the world tattooed on her body. twin dragons wound their way down her arms, as koi danced across her belly, atop a grand forest with mountains across her chest, the great creatures and land marks twisted and wound together fading into delicate tribal markings that laced down her spine and across her face. In her desperation to find something she was good as she forgot something of beauty that stayed with her no matter what. adn with a small smile she bent down to meet Ferrison face to face a slight smile tugged at her lips. She could do this.

My Dream:
Is to see the unseeable
find the unfindable
and seek the unseekable.

"Hello Ferrison", Katia choked out. "I am terribly sorry if I startled you by my sudden change, but I cannot speak in my other form. I see you wish to see art, beauty. But I have no shiny trinket, no golden penmanship. No I have no skills of the fine arts. I have something different from any other person here has to offer, I can give you the world." She held out her harm to show him the pictures permanently inscribed there, mountains fell to rivers and forests ending in the ocean, the scene looked tranquil serene even on her arm, it inspired a feeling of peace, one could only imagine the raw beauty of the real thing. Her voice was just above a cracked whisper, " No my talents do not lie in the arts, what my art lies in is the world. I explore and see many breathtaking sights like this. Mother nature is a tapestry of unsung wonders and beauty, and only a few have the heart to brave the hardships and terrors of the wide world to see them all. I am one of these, and so Is my crew. We are Agents of the Air and Sea, there is no mountain we will not pass and there is no sea we cannot cross, we have seen sights like this and much more, and we meet the most interesting people. If your willing to follow me in service, and have a heart brave enough to stay through hardships, sights and beauty, the people and their arts, they will all be yours to see and to enjoy. When you have an Airship there is nothing to keep you from seeing the world. Katia smiled slightly at the faerre before shifting back to her Daeet form. Katia slowly trotted away to a nice warm corner of the Altar before nodding off to sleep.

[mint.]

figuring out something to put here c:

[Taiyo]

bump c:

[Taiyo]

Ferrison will be judged in 11 days!