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ends feb 13th

[PFDC]

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[finoodle]

Username:
Cute6066

Name:
Fiona, she reminded me of Fiona from Shrek. A kick-butt girl who punches first and asks questions later, but has some lady like points mixed in the brew.

Art: Coming soon!

What drives you crazy?:
"Where to begin.... Oh I hate when people babble. I can't understand a word they are saying and they expect me to be a portable translator. I can't stand it.

What do you do on a rainy day?:
"On a rainy day I will cuddle up by the fire with my soft cashmere blanket, hot cocoa in hand and watch Star Trek. If the power or cable is out I will be forced to read a book, or play a game with myself.

[boxcarr]

Reserve oh my god dream mako. ; u ;
This form is a work in progress.

Click any piece of art to view the full image.

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This mako's name would be Roxanne.
I've always loved that name, and think it
suits her quite well. She just looks so pretty,
and that fox-orange hair... Complete love. <3
Her nickname would be Roxy.


Roxy is a flirty Makoatl with a can-do
attitude and a truckload of spunk. She won't
take nothing from nobody. She's not one to get
into a fight with; you won't win. She's as
stubborn as an ox, and doesn't like to listen.
This doesn't mean she's not a good friend
though - she's very caring and passionate
about her friends. Even if they're not that
close to her, she will fight for them fiercely.

Simply put, she's an extrovert with opinions.
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Hello, doodles; my name is Bronwyn.
I am currently a non-owner, and would
certainly love to have the chance to
make this girl my first mako. Her colours
appeal to me greatly, since I'm an
absolute sucker for natural designs,
and anything with orange in it. c:
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[nowi]

ahhhhh gosh this girl is gorgeous I'm definitely going to see what I can do !! ;v;


the forest of talking trees;
they used to sing about the birds and the bees.





the bees had declared a war;
the sky wasn't big enough for them all.




username: sugarkitty.

name: geneva

art: by sugarkitty. | by sugarkitty.



the birds, they got help from below,
from dirty paws and the creatures of snow



personality :
Do I think highly of myself? Is that what you are asking from me? Ah, I see. I pity you, really. I pity you for not having an existence as beautiful as mine. I am the only one in this pitiful world who truly deserves to be graced with the pleasure of life. Really, though, do you honestly think that you could even possibly come close to having the same worth as mine. I am the queen. Not literally, of course, but quite figuratively. I wouldn't test me if I were you. You probably wouldn't come out the same. And perhaps not for the better.
I am quite persuasive, you know. If you chose not to do what I asked you, I could find a way to ensure that you did that - and more. I can't stand not getting my way, you know. I always get exactly what I want, without exception. Would you really like to test my patience? It's quite thin, really. Even a pinprick and - snap. Tread carefully, my dears. We wouldn't want anything to occur to you, now would we?
I really am un-confrontational, though. You may not believe me, but I can assure you this is true. I would prefer everything to remain peaceful, of course, but conflict is simply unavoidable, what with the disgusting way the world behaves. I would much prefer to leave everything as is, but my patience is wearing thin. People just refuse to listen, to even the simplest of tasks. The whole world would be so much smoother if people could just listen to their superiors - namely myself, of course. I have no desire to force others to do what I want, they should be able to do it themselves. It shouldn't be up to me to force them to do something that is inherently a part of their inner nature. It's pitiful, really.
Many have often asked me if I believe in the struggle between good and evil. It's a ridiculous question, really. It is an inherent part of nature to have conflicting beliefs. Everything would be much easier, of course, if everyone simply agreed with me and left it from there, but they are so foolish....evading their inevitable fate. Some people could call me evil, I suppose. But what constitutes evil? Needing to get everything I want? It's not as simple as that. Evil is a part of everyone, you know. You, listening to this now, have evil inside of you, as do I, speaking it to you as I do now. But I even I, who has no faith in what is left of this pitiful world, know that everyone has a level of goodness inside of them. It is more visible in some, less in others, but I know it is there. Me? Of course, I have the most good inside of me of all. Out of the infinite kindness of my heart, I restrain myself from what I truly would like to say. Is this not goodness? I could tell you many things about yourself that could change your mind... I suppose you wouldn't like to try now, would you?
In any case, it is not up to me to decide the fate of this world. If it were my choice, I would like to change many things. But my queenship is only a title. One day, however, I shall hold it in my hands. But we shall have to wait to see how that will turn out in the end.



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wip c:

[Poison Wolf]

-sigh-
Dropping out, though I'll most likely be making gift art and posting it here ^-^

[Downn]

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U s e r n a m e :

Hello, I'm Downn. I do not currently own a mako, although I have tried for a few and quietly stalked the species from the corner. I do hope to call this girl my own.

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N a m e :

Anna
P e r s o n a l i t y :

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[hibari,]

dream mako right there. simply designs are the utter most beautiful.

[fallenfishy]

"The worst thing about solving a puzzle...
is finding out there are missing pieces"

u s e r n a m e; ƒαℓℓєиƒιѕну is my actual username, but you can call me Fallen.

n a m e; My name is Faux, or at least that's what I've been calling myself now. I can't remember of I've had any other name, and that's my problem. Memory is a strange thing that creates who you are, but mine is in pieces, so I no longer know who I am or who I was. My life's a game in which I search for the missing pieces and try to find their place, but it's hard to do that when I keep losing the pieces I have. Faux... It's a strange word as it's pronounced entirely different from how it looks, but it fits me perfectly. Meaning fake, it's exactly how I feel. I no longer know if what little memories I have are real or a figment of my twisted imagination.

j o u r n a l; Despite if they are real or fake, my memories won't be a problem for long as they are disappearing faster than I can find them. Soon I will be nothing but an empty shell trapped here with no sense of myself. So, I'm writing down all that I remember now so I can look back on it later. I don't want to forget myself completely. I've written them all down here and done my best to put them in the correct order.

The sounds of laughter rang out in the open ocean, but I was not a part of it. The shadows were my home, and the darkness my playtime. I was not allowed to go and play with the other children, they didn't even know I existed. The truth was obvious: I was different. Someone approached me from behind, but I acted as if they weren't there. They rested their bony tail on my shoulder and their voice swirled into my ear. "Someday.."

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"No! You can't take her away!" A familiar voice shouted, jostling me from my sleep. "She didn't do anything wrong.." The voice continued, much softer now, and dissolved into sobbing. A man's voice murmured something that sounded like it was meant to be comforting, but it did nothing to mitigate the loud sobbing. Another man's voice, deeper, broke through the crying, but I could only hear pieces of it. "...third...doesn't belong...comes with us..." Something compelled me to stand up and walk towards the room door and travel down towards the origin of the voices. When I arrived, things got quiet and faces turned towards me. The faces were strange. It was like they weren't faces at all, just grey, unrecognizable blobs from which sound emitted. A woman ran up to me and wrapped her spindly paws around me, but I didn't react to it. It was like I was watching myself for outside my body as I spoke. "I'll go." The woman's crying started up again as she gripped me tighter and the comforting man came up and enveloped me in his arms as well. All the while, I remained stoic. I had known this day was coming.

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Training is a monstrous beast with large fangs and a thirst for blood. They're forcing us, or more accurately them and me, to learn hand-to-hand combat, and there is no mercy. I take a second to glance at the other children practicing with partners their age on the other side of them room nowhere near me. In my temporary laspe of focus, my opponent, who is also the teacher of the class, slams their leg into the back of me knee, sending me sprawling to the ground, gripped with agony. Though, they don't let up. I am ripped up off the ground again and put face-to-face with my opponent before a wicked fast punch crashed into my cheek and sent me to the ground writhing with pain. I know I have to get stronger.

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I'm on my first mission: reconnaissance, but it's still frightening because I'm going it alone. The only thing I have go protect myself are my fists, and that won't do much good when I'm up against a gun. It's nighttime, but I still must be quieter than even the breeze in order to not be noticed by the sentries. My orders were to get in, grab the necessary information, then get out. As I turn my head around a corner to find the next spot I need to advance to, I'm met face-to-face with a tall and scarred man. He instinctively whips out a switchblade and comes at my with it. With my feet rooted to the ground, I grab the wrist of his hand holding the knife, but in the process it cuts open the top of my hand. As I try to hold back the knife away from my neck, I realize that he is stronger than me, and I won't be able to keep this up if I want to survive. I let go of his hand, quickly slide out of the path of his knife, and kick his feet out from under him. He hits the ground with a sickening crack, and the blade slides out of his hand. Acting on impulse, I snatch it up off the ground and pounce on the man before he can get up. Where earlier there were sounds of the man's ragged breathing, there is nothing but silence as the blade slides like a knife through butter into his chest. Remorse is the only thing I feel as I run away.

e x t r a 2;

a r t;

Very possible reservation here.
Hopefully I'll have time.

[PurpleKakashi]

g.g. congrats.