[Golden.AUO]

Bloodscythe


Mortis Nitor (Mortis - Death, Nitor - Glow "Or if you put them like a sentance, it's 'Death Struggle'. I find it very amusing.")
Mortis also goes by Mort, Nit, and Mont.


A small smile graced Mortis' lips. "Of course you'd think Female... that's what I was born as, however, I do not acknowledge myself as such. I am Genderless. Please, do remember."

The cold breeze was enough to turn even the thickest skinned creatures to ice. However; this breeze was only brought by the shaky demons that gathered around a glowing cave mouth.
“It’s your assignment” One hissed to another.
“However; you messed up the last.” Replied the second.
“If you two can’t do your jobs, I’ll do it myself.” A much more confident voice alerted the two before. This smaller demon pushed its counterparts aside as he entered the cave. The Cave was blindingly dark, expect for the dull glowing that illuminated it. Then the stench, of rotting flesh and nasty herbs that were tacked to the slimy wall by the inhabitant, reached their nostrils making even the confident one cringe. Further into the cave, the glowing brightened even the darkest shadows and made the bubbling pot even more noticeable. The smell that wafted from inside was considerably better than that of the surrounding cave. But then, a second glow made itself known amongst the other. This one a sickly green, emanating from the inhabitant that these three had come for. The manic stare of the seeming frail creature had them in a relaxed mood. How could this small creature even make their job harder for them.
“What is it, you disgusting cretins?” The cracking voice came forth from the creature, stronger than what they expected, “There's no business here for you.” The manic glow of the eyes caught their gazes as they tried to protest.
“But, we do. You have been dabbling with the Dark-”
A slimy stretch of darkness stretched forth from the lip of the pot. The many little tendrils twisted and lurched toward the three demons gathered around it. The first howl of pain came from the larger of the three as a tendril sunk itself into it's arm.
“C-call them off!” The smallest spoke out as it's counterparts were taken hostage by the black slime, “Y-you can't do this!”
“No... Of course you'd believe that, underlings. You should understand what 'Mortis' means.” The deep cackle only drove the point home. The fear laden eyes could only watch as the tendrils advanced, now glowing in the same sickly green as their master. The awful cackle that echoed around the cave only made the scene much worse. The three creatures, engulfed by the dark, glowing slime, taken into the same pot that they had crawled from. The bloodcurdling screams rang with the cackling as the boiling substance claimed their flesh from their bones. “I needed new demon bones...” The change to maniacal to contemplating, seemed very unnatural, “I'm glad you three came along.”

History:

Mortis hasn't always been known to be something wicked, nor as 'Mortis'. She had a fairly normal life along with loving parents. Her original monicker has been lost to the ages, but her younger years were nothing but happiness. For her whole life she had been interested in the magic and supernatural around her. Her parents often tried to break her mystified notions, especially when she got into darker sections. This didn't deter her, once she had moved out, she collected a large library of knowledge on all subjects of the paranormal. This also included many books upon dead languages, though the only one she is fluent in is Latin. The more she dabbled with the magic held within the pages, the more twisted her mind became, turning her into what she is now.

[etherealsig]

I'm Twilight_Silver_Hawk!

Radioactive Silence. Feel free to call me Silent night though.. This name.. It reminds me of my dear sister.

I thought that Radioactive Silence would fit this gorgeous kia, because of the neon green markings, which remind me of toxicness. Also Silence is a spooky name..

*Looks offended* I'm a female! *Flutters eyelashes*

Her Toxic patterns lit her dark path, shining onto her misty coat. Halloween was unusually quiet for this time of year, and even though she'd been looking forward to this event all year, no-one would come near her. Radio dropped her glowing, pumpkin trick or treating bucket and let out a distant cry of lonelyness, and a radioactive, green tear slid down her cheek. It splashed onto a small clump of emerald grass, killing it and seeping through the chocolate brown dirt. She flopped onto the grass and curled up sadly. "B-but H-halloween is m-my f-favoutite holiday.... Why w-would everyone h-hate it?" She sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes on her neatly brushed tail. "I J-just wanted t-to have some f-fun this Halloween!" She looked longingly up into the night sky, when suddenly something snapped. Radio's twisted horns began to glow, as did her neon green eyes. Her playful eyes turned cold, and a snarl escaped her lips. "They will celebrate Halloween, I will make them." And with that, she rose to her feet and took off into the night.

She reached the town hall of the small town, which had it's lights on. "They're having a meeting, are they?" Her glowing tail flicked from side to side impatiently as she watched from the shiny window. "Well I'll make them pay.." Radio wiped away an acidic tear as she saw her little sister, Silent night, and for a moment she turned back to her old self. "B-but its H-halloween!" She whimpered, letting a single tear fall and burn through the window which she was staring through. Radio closed her toxic green eyes and the glowing mist started to appear again. "Still, they have to be taught a lesson." She took the small, white bone off her wrist and aimed at the window. She pounded the window, and the glass shattered, making the croud jump and spin round. Quick as a flash, Radio ducked under the window and grabbed the small bone. She shook the glass off her, cutting her cheek as she brushed a large shard our of her tangled mane. She winced and dabbed her cheek with a paw. "Come on Radio, you're tougher than that." Radio whispered to herself. "But I wish I could be at home, with my teddy and my blanket." She sighed, but then quickly returned to her evil self. She leapt up the wall, landing on the slippery roof. Radio slid gracefully to the window, then wiped away the blood which had trickled down onto her neck. She unraveled the bone from the bracelet again and prepared to smash the roof glass. "Here goes. No turning back."

The window shattered and Radio leapt down from the roof onto the stage. Her cloak fluttered as she landed on the stage. The crowd screamed and some fainted as they saw the glowing eyes appear from the darkness of the midnight black cloak. "Radio?" Her little sister cried in horror. As soon as she heard the soft voice, the cold look in her eyes disappeared, but she shook her head, trying to forget the tearful cry. She knew she couldn't take it any more, so she collapsed onto the stage in shock. Her little sister, Silent Night* screamed in horror, and leapt out of her chair onto the wooden stage. "R-Radio?" She sobbed, throwing her arms round her big sisters head. She was lying in a pool of glowing green acid, which burnt the fur on the little kiamaras arm, she winced in pain, but tried to ignore it. "Anyone, please?? WHY WON'T YOU SAY ANYTHING??!!" She screamed at the seemingly rock solid crowd. They just sat in shock, like they had no mind. Even the mayor herself, who was leading the annual Halloween speech had nothing to say, just stood with her furry paw over her mouth.

Suddenly, as her sisters tears soaked Radio's fur, one eye shot open, glowing and cold. "get off me." A whisper escaped her sharp tongue as she rubbed her eyes, flicking acid in every direction, burning members of the crowd. "Radio??" The little Kiamara tilted her head at the glowing eyed, acidic Nightmare which was once her sister. Security guards ran up the stage, trying to investigate and catch the window breaker, and their eyes settled on Radio. Silent Night, who was still hugging her sister and threatening the guards to keep away, was suddenly thrown off by Radio, who leapt up into the air. "Come back here, Radioactive Silence!" The guards shouted angrily at the black and neon green blur who was trying to grab the window which she had jumped down from in the first place. "Keep away!" She spat, before drawing a small pistol. "I will use this!!!" She shrieked, the anger raging through her. The guards stepped back slowly, raising their paws. Radio was just about to fire, when she heard a deafening CRUNCH - Silent night had hit the wall, from when she was thrown off by her own sister, and then Radio heard a sound she never wanted to hear. The sound of her dear sisters ribs cracking. Off guard now, she fell down from the roof and was immediately surrounded by the security guards. Everyone else, was watching her from a distance. Nobody, not even one Kiamara however, noticed poor Silent night, who was out cold against the brick wall.

Radio tried to wrestle free out of all the guards grip to see her sister, but they were too strong for her. She tried to call to the young Kiamara, but it was no use,she wouldn't be able to hear her. They grabbed her wrist and took the gun off her, while she tried to struggle out of the mess. "EVERYBODY!!! PLEASE! SILENT NIGHT IS HURT! WHY WONT YOU LISTEN TO ME??!" She screamed as the guards dragged her outside. She suddenly realised what she could do to make them let go. Slowly, an acid-tear dripped off her cheek and onto the main guards hand. He screamed in agony as it burned through his fur, letting go in the pain. After she cried a few more times, all the guards were on the floor, clutching their arms. She sprinted quickly inside, her acidic tears leaving a trail of burnt grass and debris, until she found Silent Night. The Kiamara who was barely 12 was lying in a pool of dark blood. Her front right leg was definitely broken, as were a few of her ribs, but all the blood seemed to be coming from a large dent in her head. Radio screamed in horror at Silent Nights pale face.

She grabbed a dagger from her belt and threw it against the brick wall In anger. She picked up Silent Nights limp, lifeless body and sprinted over to the stage, gently placing her poor sisters body onto it. The crowd seemed to be ignoring her completely, deeply interested in the buffet and talking to each other, so Radio had to take action. She ran into the alley and grabbed the little grey pistol out of one of the guards pocket. She galloped inside, tears streaming down her soaked face. Her eyes had stopped glowing, and her evil self was completely gone. Just her sad heart was left, now, but she had to save her sister. She ran faster than she ever had before, and as soon as she entered the stage, she shot the gun upwards. "RIGHT, YOU MOTIONLESS PEOPLE!! PLEASE, PLEASE SAVE MY SISTER!!" She dropped to the ground and screamed, "Please! She's the only one who's ever understood me..."

But Silent Night never woke up, and every night, when you are asleep, Radio comes and haunts all the people who didn't help her save her dear sister on that worst day.

So lock your doors, cause I'm coming for you baby.


*Silent night exists purely as a character in the story

Please note that some of the art is dotted further up the page!

Favourite item

Well, I always loved my sisters charm, a keychain with a glowing green heart on it. I miss her so much. H-her death was all my f-fault.

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[Karmaloco]

Dropping out ;-;...as much as i miss competing for Kia's its been so hard doing so with school and work

[Arabianwolflove]

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[fallen.galaxy]

Kill me one hundred times but the pain never goes away!

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Its french for broken heart.His first name Broken was given to him but heart is his own addition

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[Poison Wolf]

Username;;
Poison Wolf
Call me Poison or PW
Name;;
Aspro
Italian for acid.
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Male
Spooky Story;;
"Cold, blustery, foggy morning. No sunrise, the sky overcast with black clouds. An ominous telltale rumble of thunder, a storm on its way. A thin dirt and loose gravel trail, covered in frost. Surrounded by high, dead trees, so tall and tangled that their branches block out the sky. It is dark. Yet there is laughter here. Two Kiamaras, young ones, playing as they continue down the dreadful path. The smaller white one, a female, looks at the larger, darker male.
"Brother," she calls playfully, "Let's play some more." The dark one smiles.
"Alright sis."
Neither of them notice the dark fog oozing around them. After a minute, a chill wind whips through the trail, rattling the dead branches like bones. The two shiver as the bitter, icy wind slices through their fur, down to their bones like a knife. Huddling close together on the side of the trail, the dark one looks at his younger sister. "Hey, want to hear a scary story?" He asked excitedly.
"Sure!" She agrees.
'Well, it all happened right here, on this very trail. It was a day much like today, dark and cold." He begins in a spooky tone. His sister gasped and looked around the trail in an excited fear.
"Two young Kiamaras, just like us, were playing on the trail when-" a bolt of lightning inturrupts the story, and the two Kiamaras huddle together as the thunder crashes, the wind now howling wildly, tugging their fur. The male continues.
"-All of a sudden, the storm breaks loose. To hide from the storm, the two Kias take shelter under this very tree. But that won't save them from what is on the trail, hungry- for blood." The younger gasps. "The two have no idea what's out there, they just know there is a storm, so they continue to hide under the tree, talking loudly," the male's voice drops to a whisper. The female looks terribly excited and frightened.
"They hear a noise in the bushes. Thinking its their parents, the two young Kias call out, hoping to be saved. Instead, over the roots and bushes, a big paw appears. It's huge, twisted and gray, with big black claws.. It grabs the pups!" He said, shifting excitedly as his sister becomes enthralled. Neither of the two notice the sounds of footsteps and muffled heavy panting through the storm.
"It takes the pups, and it raises the to its lips and-" his sister shrieked, jumping. "Don't do that!" She complained.
"Do what?" The male asked.
"Grab me at the scary part of the story!"
The male looks frightened and baffled. "I didn't..." He slowly looks behind them in horror. Huge twisted gray paws, with big black claws... And the faint laughter of Kiamara children echo in their ears. His sister, still unaware of the danger, starts to say something to her brother when the paws pick her up. She shrieks, and the male watches in horror as the two faint outlines of young Kiamaras stalk towards him. He stumbled, and then ran away down the path, away from his sister and the terrible beast. He got home, drenched and shaking, realizing what he'd done. He tried to get help but the other Kias wouldn't believe him. He was forced to wait for the storm to pass, and then he ran outside, back down the trail in hopes to save his sister. But when he got there, the only thing there was a pair of small white bones... The male picked up his sisters scent on the bones, and whimpered. Tying them to himself, he vowed that he would never care for anyone ever again."
The dark male Kiamara known as Aspro stand up and looks down at you. "But don't worry. It's just a story." He walks away, but you notice something white around his ankle. Something... That looks mysteriously like a bone.
Personality;;
The Silent One
Aspro is not quiet. He is silent. He lurks about in the darkest corners, watching silently, waiting for opportunities that he never finds. He is brooding, detached and more than a bit antisocial. He walks with a quiet grace, his light as breath footfalls never making a sound, even in crunching leaves or ice. He detests loud noises and crowds, yet he is always hidden, watching them. He does not watch individuals, unless they have a particular interest to him, as he doesn't want to be considered a stalker. He loves the darkness and hates bright lights.

The Calm One
Aspro is deadly calm and efficient. He never gets angry, he never appears outwardly happy. His expression is always perfectly blank. It is very difficult to get him annoyed, although it can and does happen, especially when the other Kiamaras come around. He regards everyone with the same level of disinterest. Most Kiamaras that are bright and bubbly, he finds annoying and, admittedly, he finds them to be dimwitted, even though they might not be. He does not get attached to other Kiamaras easily, or at all, really. He does not consider anyone his 'friend', merely acquaintances.

The Protective One
Aspro is highly protective of himself. Caring for no one but himself, he defends himself with a fierce kind of ease. He looks out for him, and only him. It could be confused with selfishness, but Aspro will calmly ensure you that it is not. It is self defense and self preservation. On those very rare occasions that he does form an attachment to someone, he will protect them to the best of his ability. Even at the cost of his own life. He does this to make up to his sister, who is now gone forever.
(300 words exactly, 100 for each paragraph. Counted here.
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I plan on doing one piece minimum each day he is still available.

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[Vazchu]

I'm sorry, I've to dropout due to lack of time and other things in life. But I still think you did an amazing job with this Kia's design, apple.