[Steamturtle]

Simas are small wolf/cat creatures. The largest they can get is the size of a house cat, which is why some are mostly domestic. They are very friendly creatures, and extremely social, living in a pack of ten or more. Simas live mostly in the tropical regions of the world, making their homes in bushes and some have even been found in trees. They are omnivores, meaning they can eat just about anything. A Sima finds a mate and challenges others for dominancy by using their tails and claws, and sometimes horns. They don't mate for life, so they can mate with different Simas, though they can mate only once every two weeks in our time. Their tails have guards on the sides of the crystal within it like a sword almost. The jewels on their tails are always the same color as their eyes. They glow at night, though the glow isn't visible in the day, most the time anyway. All Simas are also covered in thick, fluffy fur that's soft to the touch.

A Sima can have two types of horns; stubby or long. It is not common for you to find them with horns, but its not completely uncommon to.

This Sima seems to have a rather special skill. Everything seems so chilly! And...I wonder why the symbols on the cloak are glowing?
If the eyes and jewel are too close to silver, I can change them

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No more forms will be accepted after December 12th.

[Vermilion Ink]

~.Crow.~


My name is Ilse, (Pronounced like ill-sah, ilsa) after a character from the book Banner in the Sky by James Ramsey Ullman.


Female, of course.


"The snow stung my eyes as I walked blindly through the blizzard, my every muscle ached with tire and cold. Having no idea where I was I gave a sigh of defeat and sat in the thick snow shivering. How did I foolishly get myself into this horrid situation? Well, to explain I will first introduce myself, I am Ilse Stella-Maris North, you might recognize my surname, I come from a wealthy and powerful family that rules in the Arctic tundra of some wasteland called Benovia. I don't know how there can possibly be rulers of a land with apparently no life. Being a part of a seemingly "royal" family you'd think i'd be happy. A huge (and I mean huge) palace to live in, servants to take care of my every need, a beautifully snowy kingdom that, being the only heir, I would one day rule. But I wasn't, in fact I was miserable. The huge halls of my home seemed desolate, I hated having servants, (If you ask me, if you want something done you should do it yourself.) and I was to inherit a kingdom of nothing but ice and snow.
Don't get me wrong, I actually love snow, and ice and all that good stuff. But I can't enjoy it, you see the absolute worst part of it all was I never left the castle. My aunt, who is top dog in the house hold, had forbidden it. You see my parents had passed away long ago, when I was young. They were attacked by a group from a neighboring kingdom, hoping to take over. The only thing I have to remember them by is this old cloak I'm wearing. I love it so, both of them had worn it and I feel as though I am still connected with them when I wear it. Oh, I'm getting off topic now aren't I?
My Aunt had taken over the role of leader. She's not that bad "evil stepmother" type you see in movies, In fact I can't imagine anyone i'd rather grown up with and had a huge role in raising me even when my parents were still alive. But after my parents passed she became overbearing and worrisome, she didn't want me to fall victim of the same fate. I respect her greatly but recently we have been arguing often. I think I'm old enough to explore my own kingdom, at least with the company of others, but she sees differently. Also, we both have different idea's of how a "lady" should act. I don't want to be some fancy, proper, elegant, heiress. I'm a loud, proud, adventurous, risk taker. I'm curious, clumsy, and improper, and if I want to belch as loud as I can then gosh darn it I will! So, with my patience wearing thin, I decided to leave the place... after hours... on one of the darkest nights of the year... during a blizzard... boy am I stupid.
So there I was, in the middle of nowhere, probably miles from home (or any life for that matter), when it would probably take hours for anyone to notice I was missing, let alone find me before I freeze to death. I know i'm an animal, with fur and pads made to help me survive in these conditions. But, being kept inside all my life I was not accustomed to these conditions. My gently groomed fur had no layers at all, my soft paw pads, accustomed to walking down polished marble floors, now were numb. So I just sat there, and cried. I thought of home, I thought of my aunt, of whom I had no doubt betrayed her trust and broken her heart, when all she did do what she thought best for me. I thought of how disappointed my parents would be, to see me disobey my aunt like that. I thought of my beautiful home of witch I had taken for granted. So like a lost little girl (witch I kind of still was) I cried.
Silent tears froze to the fur on my face. I looked up, afraid my eyes might somehow freeze shut. And realized my cloak was glowing. It had glowed before, when I got particularly mad, or excited. But never had it glowed like this before, it shone bright throughout the blizzard like a searchlight, illuminating a good few yards in every way I turned. It shone bright with remorse and sadness at first, for I had felt sorry for what I had done. But know it shone bright with knew hope as the blizzard began to thin. In the distance I could see the North Star, or "Stella-Maris" in the distance, I somehow knew that tonight I should follow it. For it would lead back to home. So I followed the beacon through the snow, while shining just as bright as the star itself.
When I got home the morning sun was just breaking over the hills of snow. My aunt was In the parlor, organizing a search party for my. At first she was relieved, then mad, then relieved again. After regaining feeling in my toes I talked to her, about why I left. She said she had been foolish of her to expect me to be the perfect, proper girl she herself hadn't been and had to admit she had been rather strict with the "No Leaving The Palace" rule. We decided we would talk some more about these issues later. Right then I wanted to just rest and be thankful I was home."
(I exercised my creative licence a bit to much on this story I think. But i'm happy with the story and hope you like it too!)


Her cloak, an heirloom that has been passed down from generation to generation, is very important to her, she has a special connection to it. The cloak reflects her moods, if she is feeling a particularly strong mood, weather it be excitement, anger or anxiety the stronger she feels about something the brighter it glows.WIP

(I nearly squealed when I saw this beauty! Her design is so perfect. I've been looking for a sima for awhile and this one is just amazing! Good luck to everyone who enters! I hope she goes to a good home. )

[puffins]

coffeebean


Her name is Norell, a Scandinavian name meaning "from the north."


She is a she.


Up in the colder parts of Canada, not quite the tundra, but the mountainous area held a small, feral pack of Simas. They were most likely the most cold-hardy Simas that ever existed, as they had survived through the most brutal winters. Norell was born into this group and has been there all her life.
Surviving by efficiency and agility, Norell and her pack were night hunters, hunting under the light of the aurora borealis and the full moon. The leaders of the pack proved their dominance by becoming an elite hunter, the top hunter at the time. Norell had somehow become one of them and was given the elite cloak. Norell lived in the white birch trees in the territory, hence the birch design on her fur. It is her camouflage and maybe it is a reason why she was such a great hunter. But there was one problem... Norell had no leadership skills whatsoever. She failed to send out hunting parties on the full moons {their most important night of hunting}, she sent out very small hunting parties, and she sent out a big party when the pack was starving in a huge blizzard. Barely anyone returned that fateful night... The population started to dwindle as the parties started not returning. Her response? Tell the pack to have more offspring... in the winter. Most of the kits were sickly from malnutrition and didn't make it past a week. Those that did were sent out to hunt. Because of her bad choices, she got into a vicious battle with a rebel, earning herself a scar on the nose. Sadly, the rebel received fatal wounds and later died. No one wanted to stand up to Norell again, even if it could achieve their survival. Eventually, her pack collapsed, leaving her as the last one.
Now as the last northern Sima, Norell's hunting skills come in handy... But she is alone, the pack was all she knew.
Extinct, gone, lost. Norell rules the north alone, living in regret.

"It's no one's fault but my own. It's the path I've chosen to go."




These little snowflake symbols have an odd ability- they predict the aurora!
The symbols glow when there is supposedly an aurora over the skies in that area later that night and on days the moon will shine the brightest. Because of these predictions, the group were much more efficient night hunters. They hunted best in the light.
The design is the signature symbol of Norell's pack.

{This is my first time trying out for a Sima... In fact any pet. o3o"
She just has such a nice design, it reminds me of my yard and camping and winter. I'd love to have her as my first Sima!
Anyways, I hope she gets a good home and that you like my form!}

[FireOmens]

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~Faith~

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Frostbite

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Female

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WIP

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The symbols are glowing because it's frost/snow. I'd say it's more like sparkling more so then glowing ^^

[Vermilion Ink]

Are we allowed to add extras to our forms?

[Burn.]

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WIP!

Gorgeous Sima and I love her. I just don't have time as I will be putting all my time into Sima 100. I hope she gets the best home and really wish I could try for her but there's no point as I know I wont get it done with everything. Good luck to everyone though and i wish you good luck as I see this being a hard Sima to judge for

[kittywolfwarrior]

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Hello I'm kittywolfwarrior
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Grace
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Why are the symbols glowing?:
It's her mark of power they glow when someone is in danger

[Steamturtle]

Are we allowed to add extras to our forms?

Yes, add as many extras as you would like

[~*Ғαℓℓιиɢ-Ƨиσω*~]

Username: Ƨ.нα∂σωƜιиɢƨ
Sima Name: Icey Blizzard
Gender: Female
Backstory: She was abandoned when she was a little kit by her owners. She had always wanted to be loved and cared for. But instead she got hated, depressed, and angry. Whenever she thought about her old owners; she'd get a surge of hate. That's when she lets it out and causes a huge, destructive blizzard
Why are the symbols glowing?: They are glowing because she is very magical and special. She has tbe ability to make them glow

[Shaymins]

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