Daeets| Conquest's finale pg193

[Horneddragon]

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whoops, I forgot to close this last night D| okay, no more editing or posting forms please! Results will be up as soon as possible owo

[kes.]

First of all, I am so so sorry for not getting around to announcing the winners until now ;A; it slipped my mind at first and then I just didn't have much time .n. fortunately, I got around to it and now I have my last bbys' new owners ouo









Male 01... will go to Blackberry! :'D Although some parts of your form were a bit lacking, I could tell that you had thought hard about him, and I know you'll take good care of him. ;u;




Female 02... will go to Staz! I loved that you made her an assassin and I really love her personality. She was well thought out and I pretty much loved everything about your form :'D Take good care of Quinn! (Although I doubt she needs taking care of... :U)





As for Female 01, there were no forms that I thought were good enough to give her away to. So, she'll most likely be going to the Pound. Maybe you guys will get another chance to try out for her C:




Thank you to everyone who tried out! I'll miss being an artist for this wonderful species, but you're all in good hands with the other talented artists here <33

[PerfectWorld]

ahhh thanks for my baby<33 *u*

[Horneddragon]

Hey you all guess what; a little birdy told me the pound is opening soon !

[*Blackberry*]

Hey you all guess what; a little birdy told me the pound is opening soon !

yay X3

thanks for Hibiki, lurv him <333333

[Horneddragon]

The pound is now OPEN;

BUT heres the catch, Nomally we ask for a personality and history, BUT THIS TIME YOU HAVE A CHOICE!
you can either do the standard, one or more paragrahs each for personality and history
OR
do one or more paragraphs for personality and DRAW a picture depicting an event in the daeets history <3
you will be judged on the unique ness of the drawing's event NOT the quality <3
but i will expect nothing but the best for personality <3

[pecan]

Username:

Hey there, Cobweb here. I'm trying for this elegant lady because of her beautiful, yet simplistic pelt and the fact that I don't own a Daeet yet. I also love her horns a lot - it reminds me of mythical creatures which I love because they're **MAGICAL** 8D.

Name of the daeet:
Her original name is Fen. After poking around Google I found out that it is of Chinese origin and holds the meaning of 'fragrance'. That speaks something about this lady, hm? But I adore the name; it's simple but lovely, just like this Daeet.

Desired new name?
I debated for a while whether to change her name or not because I loved her original name, but in the end I think Edana suits her better. Meaning 'fiery one', it matches this lady both in appearance and personality.

Personality:
Inside the Chimera forever rages a war; the venom of the snake poisonous, the roar of the lion ferocious, and the cloven hooves of the goat wild and wilful.

Sometimes Edana compares herself to the Chimera - a mythical creature made up of parts of the lion, the snake, and the goat. As in the italicated statement above, an eternal war ravages the Chimera, and Edana shares this unfortunate fact. With her horns, she counts herself as a mutation most of the time because of her two horns which no other Daeet has. An optimistic person would count her extremely lucky and unique, but Edana isn't exactly optimistic. She's pessimistic, and sees the cup as half-empty instead. A splinter in someone's paw would lead to her muttering about gangrene and infection; a failed attempt causes words of "Meh, you'll never do it" to flow from her mouth.

Edana is what people would say 'quiet', but she's quite the opposite of all that. She might not talk much, but her quietness is because of her tendency to be sullen. Being quite bad-tempered, little things make her extremely angry and she would snarl and sulk. That happens a lot and thus people mistake her for being quiet while she's brooding or sulking. That also makes her rather impolite, snapping and talking back at others, but her cunning and calculating side allows her to know who to be polite to.

Now, I'm sure you're thinking, "What? Such an awful Daeet!" after you'd heard all this, but there's a reason for the lighter streaks running through her dark red fur and the color of her sash. She's mischievous in a good way, playing harmless pranks and tricks. Despite her pessimism, she has big dreams she hopes to fulfill someday such as being a High Priestess, or having a true friend who understands her above all. Though she is naturally unsociable, Edana often tries to break barriers and make an occasional friend but her horns and pessimism makes that difficult.

Every day, every minute, her good traits clash with her undesirable ones; battles sear and tear her emotional self. Sometimes, when sleeping or enjoying herself thoroughly, the fights draw back. One for indulging herself, Edana would soak herself in those rare moments, and she absorbs up any scrap of information on whatever interesting thing she sees - well, she is naturally inquisitive. Her tragic history has not changed her personality in any way, though she believes she might have been a little more cheerful.

History:
Click each piece of art for a larger version of it.

"Edana!"

"Shut up."

"EDANA! YOU COME TO YOUR SENSES! NOW!"

Darn it. I knew that voice - that distinguishable, high one with a flute-like musical lilt to it. The High Priestess. A lump of hysteria started to congregate in my throat as I forced myself to open my eyes. The tall, elegant form of the High Priestess stood in front of my straw sleeping pallet, and from her stance and flattened ears, she was very, very angry. I swallowed and hastily stood up, bowing my head in respect while hot tears threatened to flow from my eyes. Stupid, impulsive me! A mild insult could invoke the High Priestess's wrath and - and the unthinkable might happen. I would be exiled from the Temples of Mackthor, never allowed to step foot in one again.

Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun

Stop trembling! scolded a voice. You are a to-be priestess. You shouldn't be scared. I tried to take a deep, calming breath (which ended up in a weird sound made by the whoosh of air conflicting with fear and tears) and studied the pale marble floor instead that was dyed a deep blue by the brightening darkness of dawn. The High Priestess did not speak, and I felt myself fidgeting as tension mounted, thickening the cool air.

At last she spoke, "Laziness and impulsiveness are not wanted traits in a training priestess. Childishness, bad tempers, silly tantrums...all these belong to spoiled children. I believe you are not one, are you?" Suddenly a fiery rage so great threatened to break my silence and I barely restrained myself from lunging at the High Priestess and snarling. But my head jerked up and I glared at her with baleful eyes, suddenly not caring who she was and her high ranking among the Daeets of Mackthor. A strange fire, icy cold and yet burning, started to swell up. I was lazy, childish, and impulsive? I threw tantrums? Sure, well, I did, and I knew I was not an exceptionally nice Daeet, but did she need to say all those out? I bared my teeth at the High Priestess.

The slender Daeet, her rippling sash the only sign of her fury, simply inclined her head and I felt a cold, crawling sensation

snaking up my legs and twining around my body before slowly sinking in, dissolving the fiery anger. I sighed in frustration though no anger was stoked and closed my eyes, trying to shake off the calming spell. "Much better," said the High Priestess, her voice softer and her sash gently billowing. I opened my eyes and dipped my head in resignation. "I give you ten ticks of the sundial to prepare for breakfast, and then we shall have our daily lessons." The good, polite side of me made me itch to thank the High Priestess for not exiling me from the temple (and not pulverizing me with her magic), but my less respectful side won as usual. I flicked a ear in apathy and stalked off to the washroom without a backward glance.

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Breakfast was a simple affair. The dining room was warm and cozy, with aromas of the cook's experiments with food always wafting from the kitchen's entrance that was situated at the left corner of the dining room. The walls were a pale gold-brown, and the floor a rich mahogany cherrywood that was comfortable for walking on. The table was low and made of smooth, pearl-gray stone, and uni-colored silken cushions were strewn around the table. I walked up to the table without glancing at the already-seated High Priestess but still bowed my head in reverence before sitting down on a fluffy and plump blue cushion.

We murmured the usual prayers before eating. I bit down on the roasted chicken thigh in the porcelain bowl and chewed, savoring the tenderness. I did not glance at the High Priestess as I polished off the chicken, though I felt her eyes resting on me more than once.

"Edana... I know this is hard for you, having to obey my commands and do chores. I just have to say that I am old, and sooner or later you will be the High Priestess. You have to train well. Just endure for a decade more and I won't be here any more."

Suddenly something broke in my heart after the High Priestess had said those words; after all, no matter how stupid and ungrateful I was, she was like my surrogate mother in many ways. "Do you...do you really think I can do it?" I whispered, suddenly feeling like a Daeet pup as I looked up from my food and gazed at her wise, depthless eyes. "I do. You're bright, strong and brave, my dear child. You can." She pushed away her empty bowl and changed her tone so that it was louder and had an edge of command to it. "I cannot keep your past from you any longer. You're almost full grown, Edana - you deserve the right to know." I swished my tail and snorted, "Duh." Then I internally kicked myself in the butt and amended myself hastily, "Thank you. It means a lot to me." The High Priestess smiled, and beckoned with a flick of her ears. "Come, dear Edana. I will let the Quartz tell you itself."

"The...the Quartz?" Was it some old-fashioned, hocus-pocus, weird only-old-Daeets-use thing? I felt suspicion prickle my pelt, but my curiosity begged to be quenched..

"Yes, and let us make haste! Follow me closely."

The High Priestess and I weaved through endless, creepy passages, antechambers, annexes, and finally she halted at a small, unexceptional wooden door. My curiosity was bubbling over already like overboiled rice out of a pot as she murmured an incantation. My eyes widened when I saw silver running through the door like electricity and I shut my dropping jaw as it swung open with a reluctant groan.

We had to duck under the doorway to enter the quaint little room. My eyes started to rove around the damp, cold stone of the walls but a strange force drew my attention to something in the room.

The Quartz.

Shining a pale pink, it was shot through with zigzags of light gray, and I jumped as I noticed something gold moving about in the translucent recesses of the stone, which was as big as I was.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, I stumbled over to it, eyes only locked on the Quartz, ears hearing nothing but a blur of noise. And then my nose bumped against the slightly warm and vibrating surface of the stone.

I fell, twisting and tumbling through darkness.

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The swallowing darkness before me morphed into a clearing. It was shady, though pale golden sunlight dappled the lush green grass. Butterflies lazily fluttered over the swaying flowers, and songbirds burst into complicated symphonies; I was delighted when I detected the rich, creamy soprano of the robin - my favorite bird - weaving through the melodies.

My gaze was suddenly jerked to the middle of the clearing. A Daeet, slender with lithe limbs, lay gasping on the grass. Her sides were heaving and her eyes were glazed; her tail limp. Her mane was damp and matted - concerned, I started forward to help her but an invisible barrier blocked me. Frustrated, I could only look helplessly at the obviously unhealthy Daeet, yearning to help her. And there was also something weird...like something I ought to know but could not think of it.

Suddenly the meadow rippled like disturbed water, the grass, flowers, trees - everything blurred and merged together into a

medley of colors, then shifted about and crystallized into another scene. I was rather enjoying this strange little show; eagerly I pressed against the barrier and looked. It was nighttime, an inky-blue hue settling and quieting everything. My eyes fastened on the Daeet; she was now using her tongue to rasp at a Daeet pup, a warm, motherly gaze lighting up her eyes, which were clear and bright now. Her mane still looked damp, but it drifted out again, and was glossy and smooth. Relieved, I looked at the pup, wanting to know how it looked like.

Suddenly my heart palpitated wildly like a runaway horse. My sight blurred like as if someone was smudging it and my legs weakened - I felt like sinking to the floor as I stared with unseeing eyes at the dark red pelt of the pup, which was streaked with light red and gold. A gold sash was plastered to her still-wet fur and two glossy crimson horns protruded from the silky hair of her forelock; she was me. My younger, newborn self.

The strange visions gave me no time to clear my mind and think. My eyes focused again, and the scene quickly evolved into that of an area; small but bedded with moss. The young pup - rather, me - was toddling along, stumbling across the soft moss to...my mother. Then the scene transformed yet again - my adolescent self, screaming desperately as my mother lay limply on a rock. Blood was spattered across her messy fur, and I swallowed back bile when I saw a huge, deep cut, already crusted over, searing through her neck.

Then I saw myself again, backing away onto a gray tarmac road - a human route that their contraptions traveled by. I half-closed my eyes as a red contraption sped along and -

I felt nausea creeping up on me, causing my legs to buckle and my gold sash to dull in lustre. I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing back bile when my ears reluctantly picked up a sickening thud, a crack crack crack noise, and the snarls and wails of other Daeets. "Fen! Fen!" Something broke through the blur in my mind - I was once called Fen.

"I lost my memory," I whispered my realization aloud, relieved that the nausea faded with the hustle of noise. The mystery of me not knowing my tragic past. The High Priestess refusing to tell me anything about my family. The way every Daeet working at the Temple reacted whenever they saw me near the human-made road.

The last vision faded away as I sank into unconsciousness, with only nightmares for company.

Likes

-Equally fiery but playful Daeets
-Trustworthy friends
-Hunting
-Magic training
-The High Priestess (they get along together most of the time :3)
-Rain
-Sweet dreams

Favorite Item:
WIP

Dislikes

-Old-fashioned objects
-History lessons
-Gathering herbs
-Sneezing
-Smart Alecks
-Humans

[PerfectWorld]

Username:
Name of the daeet: Rugoba
Desired new name?(optional)
Personality:
History:

[~Shiori~]

Reserving!! ouo
Still a work in progress!

~Username~

Hello there! I'm Azure_Luna, but feel free to call me Azure.
~Name of the daeet~

Caracol
~Desired new name?~
Sariyah
~Personality~
~Artistic~Passionate~Lofty~Sneaky~Cunning~
~Artistic~
~Passionate~
~Lofty~
~Sneaky~
~Cunning~
~History~
I'll be attempting to draw this. :3 My art is better than my writing at least. XD