[Loki.]

Dropping out. Good luck to all!

[RenaiRoa]

What a beauty!! I might enter if I have time

[Nightstar^..^]

Dropping out *Cries* If any one wants to use these three drawings of her that were going to be on my form, just let me know c: (I am willing to make changes to them, like removing the MNU stuff if you want)

[.sweetypie.]

Mark *o*

[Valesfer]

ƸӜƷ XÅΘƧ ƸӜƷ M∀LE ƸӜƷ ƧAÐISTI☾ ƸӜƷЩЄB₴ЇTЁƸӜƷ

|INNOCENCE| |MEMORIES| |SOLIDARITY| |POSSESSIVE| |RASH| |INTELLIGENT| |CONCEDED| |LOVEING| |OBSESSIVE|

.̧̧̛̺̬͚͉̰̬̠̰̫̲͔̭͔̪̮̭̠͊͂̀͒͑̎̓̐̄̽̓̓̒̕̚͘͜͝͠.̡̡̤̦͎̼̞̣̞͓̯͖̲͕̱̮͉̳̜̇̀̇̓́̑̔͗̓͆̅͒̈̈́͋̊̀̕͜ͅ.̢̧̣̲͎͎̻̺̻̖̪̳̪̜̩̩̼̞̻̇͂̏̌̇͊̔̾̿̏̿̓̏̒̅͝͠͝͠͠ͅ.̨̹̟͍̪̮̖̣͎͙̝͇̰̼͈̣͍̭̙̦̔̇͐͐̎̍̒͒̀̃́̉̅͑͛͊̓̔͐̇̋ͅ.̧̨̧̢̛̛̹̦͚̝̣͕̖̝̺̤͚̝̲̖̆̽̅͌͗̈́̀̒̈̽͐̈́̂̉̏̀̓͝͠.̢̡̼̣̲̞̙̘͖̩̬͕̩̯̜̬͎̒̌̈̿̽͗́͑͆̓̀̈́̒̽̈́̄̅͜͠͠ͅͅͅĮ̳͉̦̠̩̝̼̠̪͇͖͖̗̹͍̞̰͍͂̒̈́̌͛̂͑̉̈́̐͛̈̉̇̈́́́̾̕͜͝͠ ̡̨̧̬͕̯̲̣͉̙͚̻̝͎̠̫̼̭̙̣̣̽̈́͂̾̈̈́́̇̆̔̃͐̅́͐̀̔̚͠Ą̧̡͖̯͈͔̣͔̩͙̳̻̖̟̥̘̩̖͙͎̎͑̀͛̎͐́͑̀͗͛̾́̉͛̂̈́͘͝͝M̧̙͍̫̺̺̞͍̫͍̩̺̘̰̤̣̻̬̳̎̌͆̑͊̇̿͗̉̈́̈́̆̅͆͐̊̈̎͑̕̕ ̧͍̗̞̦̮̠̩̼̺̲̮̠̩̱͍̹͕̇͋́́̈̂̅̀͐̓̌̌͋̽̔̊̓̔͌͜͝K̢̨̨̛̩͈̜͓̦̳̻͔̹̜̪̘̹͓͇͔̾́̉͑́̅̊̇̍͗̋̂̈́̆́͘͜͝Į̛̲̰̰̗̼̬̩͍̪̖̘͎͖͕͉̲̖͐̂͐̂̀͊̒͛̆͊̇̏͂̎͗̈̋̌N̢̘̻̤͚͇͍̟̜̗̭͙̳̭̣̗̈̆̓̈́̔̊̏̎̾̄̐͊̈́̎̊̃͛̍͑̋͜͜͜͝G̫̱͍̟͖͇̜̼͔̰͈̻͉̻̹̮̦͎̍̍̀͆̈͐͐́͆̑̈́̄̅͑̔̚̚͜͜͝͝.̧̛̗̗͎̺̳̳̮̜̰̖͇͖͍̝͔̫̙̜͂̈́̋́̒̏͂̈̔͌͌͋͗͂̓̚̚ͅͅ.̨̨̛̛̺̮̰̙̩̻̠̫̯̣̦̘̮͕͈͈̪̹́͐͂͑̍͗̌̍̎̂̀̽͌̌̓͋̚̚̚ͅ.̨̛̣͚̩͕̹̘̝̻̘͍̬̜̦̠̘̰͎͕̂̒̊͒̅̂̍̄̽͆̅̂̓̔͝͝͝͝͠.̛͓͖̹̯͙̤̺̬̦̰̠̮̝̻̼̜̻͙̳̙̊̉̌̄͊̾͛̒̋͋̂͛̂͒̿̕̕͝͠͠.̢̢̛͔͓̼͇̩̪͉͕̟̠̖̖͇͎͚̓̄̓́̊͌̈̓̀͒̾̔̓̓̋͜͠͝ͅ.̢̧̣̲͎͎̻̺̻̖̪̳̪̜̩̩̼̞̻̇͂̏̌̇͊̔̾̿̏̿̓̏̒̅͝͠͝͠͠ͅ.̨̹̟͍̪̮̖̣͎͙̝͇̰̼͈̣͍̭̙̦̔̇͐͐̎̍̒͒̀̃́̉̅͑͛͊̓̔͐̇̋ͅ.̧̨̧̢̛̛̹̦͚̝̣͕̖̝̺̤͚̝̲̖̆̽̅͌͗̈́̀̒̈̽͐̈́̂̉̏̀̓͝͠.̧̛͍̼̻̱͕͖̼͉̘͈̦̱͇͎̘̥͇̹̄͊̇̅͑̓͂̎̆̎̑̀̍̎̑̈́̽̕̚ͅ.̢̢̨̧̥͉̜͎͖̖̞̲̘̙̰͙̜͓̰̈́͌͋͐͛̇͂̋̂̈́̔̊͐͐͗̅̔̑̕̕͜͜.̛͇͍̟̩̣̘̫̦͈̱̟̘̩̫̻̬͈̏̉̂͛̌̐̀͋͆̌̊̈́̈́̈́̌͑̕͜͜͝͠.̢̭͖̯̫͎̩̦̹͓̞͔̰̭̼̤̹́̈́̈́̇̾͂̉̀͒͒͌̎̽̌̇̊͆͌͜͜.̧̢̧͚̮̝̞̬̹̬̲̘̪̋̿̅͊̋͋̅̽̋̀̀̽̆̅͘̕͜͜͜͠͠͠ͅͅ.̡͚̝̤̜͔͉̱̳͙̝̗̞̦̖̩̝̖̆̀͑̌̽̊̐̍͊̎̉̅̅̃̆̍̍̎̕.̢͇̝̘̹̗͕̭̮͓̠̣̻̼͇͔̬̮̪̞͐̀͋̐͒̏̾̀̾̊̂̿̔͛͗̾͛͋͝͝.̧̮̜͖̪̺̰̞͉͓͈̯̙̗͎̟̭̹͇̐͒̊͗͑́̉̂͌͑͌̈́̏̾̓̽̆̐͘͝͝ͅ.̧̨̙̙̭̲͎͍͕̦͎̪̩̬͚̘̬̱̰̔̿̉̍͛͋̇̋̽̎͊͊̏͐̀̈́́̈́͘̚ͅ.̡̦͓̮̙̭̯̼̮̼̥̹̳̹̥̘̹̞̬̯͒̀͂́̉̆̑͐͛̔͌̍̋͂̓̏̕͝ͅ.̨̡̡̛̦͇̜͙̺̣̹̜͍̹̭̟̣̼̻̪͒͛͑̽̓̄̀́̐̓̊̉̀̈́̕̕͜͝.̢̨̗̳̜̬͓͎̙̫̬̰̩͈͚̗̭̪̖̝̓́̾͒̑̈́͒͋̿̽̑̄̅̈͐͋̌̓̕͝Ȉ̡̠̩͕̝͈̜̜̱̠̤͙̲̗̜̙̂͆̐̆̎̒̓͆͛͑̿̄́͂̑̋̚͜ͅ ̧̢͙̙̮̟̱͚͕̫͕̻̮̤̫̬̪̝̲̻̉̏͛̄̆̄̋̈́͗́̈́̈͊̀͆̊̓̕͝͠͝A̧̧̨̫͇͚̖͇̙̪̖̩̘̳͓͉͔͖͈͒̃̐̑̈́͊̆͑̽́̄̑̑͆̈͊̀̊̊͒̚M̧̛̝̼̠͈̗͎͖͈̫͔͙͍͍̼̼͔̠͍̻̾̽̑͗̽̓̀͛̓͒̍̋͂̑̓̃̊̚͜͝ ̨̢̡̛̛̤̱͓͎̜̲̫͔̭̪̹̰̞̠͂̋́̅͑͒̑̔͊͊͋̎̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͝G̢̡̛͍͍̭͓͖̹͖̭̲͇̦̩͎̪͖̘͓̎̉͑̈̈́̊̋͒̂̾́͊̋̇̐́͘̕̕͝Ợ̢̰̣̩̫̪̟̳̤͙̩̞̥̳͕̼͎͎̼̆̋̄͊̒͐͑͋̐͌́͒̒̄̌̇̈̏̎͊Ḑ̛̰̘̪̬̼̲̦͓̰̤͕̖͉̮̤̘̥̺̈́́̋̀̑̅͐̿̑̊́̀́̇̐̆͐̊̕͘ͅ.̜̰͈̗̠̳̥̦̠͔͙͚̰̥͎͖̫̱͊͂̔̊̄͑́̍́͑̋̔̈́̋͊͛̏̕̚̚ͅ.̧̛͍̼̻̱͕͖̼͉̘͈̦̱͇͎̘̥͇̹̄͊̇̅͑̓͂̎̆̎̑̀̍̎̑̈́̽̕̚ͅ.̢̢̨̧̥͉̜͎͖̖̞̲̘̙̰͙̜͓̰̈́͌͋͐͛̇͂̋̂̈́̔̊͐͐͗̅̔̑̕̕͜͜.̛͚̳̦̭͇̫̬̭̫̞͙̱͍̟̙̹̭͖̎͋͐̐̀̌̎͒̀͌̄̽̈́̌̽͗̔̕͝.̨͙͖̤͔̬͙̪͈͎̼̥̮̖̖͎̹͇̺͎̊̆́͂͐̃̃̒͒̊̏̎͌͆͘̕͝͝

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..In the beginning there was nothing, no light, no stars, and no life.

It was dark and numb and lonely......and then something happened, no one knows what exactly- and life was created. With life came light and pain and so much feeling, but these two worlds could not exist alongside one another, they were too different too raw,so they took the soul of a young kit,who was not quite a child and not quite an adult....just the right shade of grey, they took his soul-his essence and stretched it between them so they never again would they touch.

It was bitterly cold yet searingly hot, the darkness never ended
yet it was so bright it hurt. There was only one constant and
that was the loneliness. It seemed like a million years he
stayed there in agony, searching for relief, searching for...her..
the girl he had loved so long ago,surely she was looking for him
surely he would be saved! So he waited,thinking and remembering
keeping himself hidden in thoughts of her......but she didn't come.
No One Came.
It was hundreds of thousands of lifetimes until he finally realized
she wasn't coming, and many more before he decided to
do something about it....he put together a plan. A plan to find his love a plan to escape,he look power from the dark and power from the light and twisted the power into a form..... The same shape he once had yet different somehow,now that his form was made he began his search,stretching thru time and space to find her once again.

It took time. More time than he could comprehend...

....but he found her and when he found her he...

....watched he listened he learned.

She was there.....with him. The boy. Who was he!? She did not belong with him. Soon, he must go soon. He knew deep inside that time no longer mattered and that he should watch longer and learn more..but he didn't care. So he left,his mind and his new body flung

through space and time to her.

He opened his eyes, slowly. It worked! He stumbled to his feet, legs unsure and weak, but with only one thing on his mind....her.

He ignored the kits around him and the way they stared, he ignored the pain of walking in this new body and continues making his way towards her,he let his heart guide him.... And then he saw her, she was with him, always with him but it didn't matter,he stumbled up up to her, saying "its me." Or at least he tried to... His voice came out as nothing more than a garbled whisper in his new throat, so he tried again "Its me!" he said, just loud enough to be heard. She looked at him. So close to what he remembered so close!..
"..Do I know you?" She asked, her voice! Her lovely gentle voice, so close..... He searched for a name, His name... It had been so long...
"Lets go," said the boy, next to her while looking at him distrustfully, "hes obviously insane".....Suddenly he remembered
"Xaos!" he gasped out. Looking into her eyes he saw a flicker of emotion, of pain and confusion and then.... Nothing. "..Xaos died, a long time ago."

WHO AM I?
But.....
…..just another figment of |existence|imagination|....am I even real?

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.̢̰̗̞͇̙͉͚͊̆̓̂̍͘͜͠͠͝͝ͅ.̢̡͙͎̣͙͈͕̖͕̰̱̻̬͆̌̄̀͂͊͗̀̊̆̉͛̊̌.̢̨̛̮͚̺̮̭̩̫̪̱̝̺̄̂̃̉̄͂̇̋̃̾̏̕͜͠.̧̡̼̣̯͈̭̳͔͉͔͇͈͈̀̈́̂͊̍̍̋̄̓̍̀̚͝͝.̡̛̠̤̫̟̪̘͍̰̠̜͉̹͒̂͐̃̆̀̌̓̋͐̚͝͝ͅ.̧̨̳̪̹͍̞̯͉͚̩̝́̉̒̀̓̃̆͂̔̍̎̓͛̀ͅͅ.̨̺̻̬͇̜̙̣͚̜̱̤̲̐́͐͗̓̈͐̔͑͛͂̄̕͝ͅ.̧̧̩͈͚̤̙͖̳̭̭̦̰̊̌̓̔̓̿̈́̓̂̔̾̕͜͠͝.̫͈̙͈̫̻͍̼̻̣̉̎͐̉̀̏̈́̂̋̒.̡̧̣͉̮̖̮̘̱͚͌̅͗̊̈͂̓͗͘͝.̠͔̳͖̫͉̮͈̮̟͆̆̊̅̈́̅̐̔́̕.̧̹̘͚̺̤͓̙̫̠̅̆̅͊͋̿͛̎̚͠.̢̯͖͓͕̬̞̞͙͎̇̋̍͂̓̀͊̊̀̊.̡̙̞͔̻̳͍̫͉͙̏͐̊̾̔̒̑̀͘͝.̡̹̗̯̭̺̺̥͇͉̍̑̌̑̍̈́̎̊̂̕.̢͖̫͎̲̳͙͈̗͚͛̇͆̆̂̊͋̆̚͠.̛̙̫̳̳̥͔͓̤͙͓̾̂̌̔̊̀̂̚̚.̢̫̥̪̭͇̘͔̟̥͐̽̀̊͗̓̏́͝͝.̡̛͚͈̥̱̺̻̘̟̹̒͐͂͌̈͆̍̈̈́.̨͈̰̟̟͕͕̻̗̙́͋̇͛̔̆̔͐͒͝I̡̛̟̰̞̬̠̬͇͈͗̓̉̄̀̍̀̊͘ͅ ̫̣̦̫̠͉͇̞͈̆͌̓̊̊̈́͑̆̇͜͝ ̧͓̬͎̞͍͍̖̘̉́̓̿͂̒̄̓͗͝ͅW̢̢̡̲̳̼͉̥̠̑͌̽̒̾͑̂͂̐͜͠İ̞̜͚͉̦̠̥͓̥͊́́͊͊̀̔͛͜͝L̡̠̱͎̭̙̻̦͈̱̔͂̂̿̑̇̌̔̂͝L̬̪̬̟̱͉̩̮̝̲̈̍́̑͌̔̿͌̐̑ ̛̗̣̯͙̙͎̝̮̝̀̆̈͛͌̐̂̍̓ͅ ̨͙̟̮̭̰͔͕̟̣̊͑̈́̔̈́̄̔͒̾̕B̻͍͕̯̹͙͍̳͓̻̔̅͆̈̓͋͑̃̈́͘R̨̟͖̱̬̫͓͉̤͇̃̈́́̈́̿̐̏̎̕͠I̡̖̰͓̳̹̘̦͇͈͊̓̏̌̔̄̄̆͛͝N̻̠̗̪̠̘̬̗͕͚͋̅̃́̍̅͐̅͘͘G̛̗͔̻̝̪̳̬̞̹̉̈́͛̃͒̉́̄͝ͅ ̢͕̗͈̣̦̮̫̹̺̈́̂͐̽̂̔̈́̚͠͠ ̡̞͍̹̦̻̤̲̝͈͒͒͋̿̂͌͂̋̃̚Ç̧̦̮̘̤͈̗͈̒̎̑͛̋̅̎̆͋͝ͅH̛̬̱̠̱̯̠̞̖̯̮̅͌̀̄͂̃̒̑̀Ȃ̯̭̘̩̖̦̱̝̻͓͌̎̊̉̃̔͑͛̕Ơ̧̙̟͉̳̠͚̮͔͂̽̄̄̓̇̎̀͌ͅS̨̧͔͓͈̮̜̲̫̥̀͌͆̄̆̆̄͑͒̕.̡͉̜̼̙̘͍̎̓̐̆̔̐̏́̓͜͝ͅͅ.̧̠̖͈̦̖̩̼̠̖̂̓̊̍̉͆͒̏͘͝.̟͔͉̣̮̹̦͍̱̀̅̂̈́̃̂͑͗̕͠ͅ.̺̱̝̣͕͓̯̣͓̟̑̀̒̆́́̀́̿̉.̢̯͖͓͕̬̞̞͙͎̇̋̍͂̓̀͊̊̀̊.̡̙̞͔̻̳͍̫͉͙̏͐̊̾̔̒̑̀͘͝.̡̹̗̯̭̺̺̥͇͉̍̑̌̑̍̈́̎̊̂̕.̨̧͔̞͓͚̼͙͈̟̈́̆̀̅̊̇̓̏̃̑.̛̥̘̱͙͉͖̘͇̈́̋̿̉͐͒͑͌̾͜ͅ.̺̱̝̣͕͓̯̣͓̟̑̀̒̆́́̀́̿̉.̢͖̫͎̲̳͙͈̗͚͛̇͆̆̂̊͋̆̚͠.̛̙̫̳̳̥͔͓̤͙͓̾̂̌̔̊̀̂̚̚.̧͙̘̼̙̭̩̻̜͚̽͒̏̈́̐͂̚̚͘͝.̡͍̬̪͓̗͎͕̝̹͊͋̀̂́̌̈̎̍͂.̰̪̬̤̰̲͕͕̖̦̆̾̀͑̂̽̿̊̊͝.̡̡̡̡͉͉͚̪͙͇̌̓̓̅͑̀͐͊̾͝.̨̛̪̙͙͓̮͓̞̥̲́̊̿̄͆͗̚͘͝.̣͔͉̳͉̯͇̙̗͔͊͐̿̾͆̏̇̔͠͝.̢̡͙͎̣͙͈͕̖͕̰̱̻̬͆̌̄̀͂͊͗̀̊̆̉͛̊̌.̢̨̛̮͚̺̮̭̩̫̪̱̝̺̄̂̃̉̄͂̇̋̃̾̏̕͜͠.̧̡̼̣̯͈̭̳͔͉͔͇͈͈̀̈́̂͊̍̍̋̄̓̍̀̚͝͝.̡̛̠̤̫̟̪̘͍̰̠̜͉̹͒̂͐̃̆̀̌̓̋͐̚͝͝ͅ.̧̨̳̪̹͍̞̯͉͚̩̝́̉̒̀̓̃̆͂̔̍̎̓͛̀ͅͅ.̨̺̻̬͇̜̙̣͚̜̱̤̲̐́͐͗̓̈͐̔͑͛͂̄̕͝ͅ.̧̧̩͈͚̤̙͖̳̭̭̦̰̊̌̓̔̓̿̈́̓̂̔̾̕͜͠͝.͚̱͙͎͕̰͈͇̹̊͂̒̂͋͐̀͛̓̈͜.̨̢̥͔͚͎͇̤̮̟̋̈́̽́͗̃̒͑͘͝.̨̝̬̜̘̺̦̲̖͕̽̒̌̐̎̂̆̈́̄͠.̨̨̛̤̝̱͙̻̰̰̹͒̀̂͊̾̋̐́̈.̢̧̙̪͉̼̲̠͕̪̈́̂̆͗̓̓̓̃̃͌.̛͕̮͚̰͙̻̥̈̊̽̿̓̏̐̕͜͝ͅͅ.̛̩̦͖̰̟͓̼̰̩̄̇̅̒͋̀̀͝͠ͅ

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Serial Killer - Lana Del Rey

Angel of Darkness -
Alex C. ft. Yasmin K.

Hollow - Submersed

Starless - Crossfade

Ugly - The Exies

Once Upon A Dream - Lana Del Rey

.̛̤͔͍̳̬̤̹͆̌̀͂͒͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅ.̗̞͉̜̠̩̲̦̖͚̒̐̈́̒́͋͌̋͝͝.̡̛̮̖̯͖̟̘͔̹̥͒͗̾̏̉̌̄̔͝.̨̥̯͎͉̙̩͎̰̤̿̑̋͐̈́͑̈̂̚͝.̡̢̡̞̥̭͓̲͚̗̍̀͐̑̔̈͌̂̈́̿.̧̰̩̻̩̫͔̭̼͔̉͂̆̄̉̈́̐́̿͝.̡̲̦̣̗̣͖͉̺̥͗̉̒͒̄͊̂̈̈́́.̧͔̗̪̟̹͔̩͋̃́̓͊͒̓͛̾͛͜͜.̧̡͙̮̠̯̼̦̗̝̈̀̒̅͊̑͊̓̚͘.̢̡̗̠̤̼̤̬̫͓̈́͂͆̋͐̈́̏̎̃́.̡̪͓͍͍̗̝̤͔͂́̿̈́̍̉̈̂͜͝͠.̣̫̺͎̭̞͔̜̞̞̾̔̊̉́͋̍̐͂͝.̡̛̯͍̗͚̮̝̤̰͋̀͐̈́̐̽̚̚͜͠.̨͈̹͕̦̜̠̦͉̘͑͆͛̋̂̃̂̓͘͝.̢̢͈̝̟̲̭̫͈͌̔̽̈́̐̍̂͘͝͝ͅ.͎͍̟͚͔͍͕̱̮̾͐̒̑̎̒̾͂̋͛ͅ.̢̨̧̪̬̝̫̝̞̊̈́̈̽̄̎̈͂́͘͜.̧̛͎͓̞̣̬̣͎͍̼̒̔͆̑̊̌̽̕͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̡̦̳̞̙̣͖͚͙̮̋̆̒̋̓͑̈́͝͠͝.̮̦̘̗̮̠͔̯̖͉̌̾͋̾̋͗͊̚̚̚.̛͚̣̣͕̫̦̟̮͎͐̒͗̉̓̄̋̀̚ͅ.̡̨̬͇͙̤̥͈̝͕͂̊͐̍̎̊͌̐͒̕.̡̩͔̦͕̟̩̫̱̈́̅͊̐̉̈̎͒̕͜͝.̡̨̥̦̺̟̬̩̯͓̅̽̊͒̈́͌͊̕̚͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̨̡̫̣̳̭͔͖͈͓̀͗̅̎̀͌̒͂̀͘.̛̛͔͓̜̯̞͓̘̟̟̠̑̈́̾͛͑͘͠͠.̲͓̗̻̩͔̤̼̭̲́̆̒̉̏͛̐̽͒͂.̡̛̥̺̣̘̰͓̭̹̘̍̏̀́̀̅̑̓̕.̰̘̙̜̳̭͇̖̖̝̃͂̉̉͊͗͒̈́̓̚.̧͉̱͓̗̞͎͍͚͖͐͗̎͒̈̈́̓͐͊͝.̟̱̗̲̣̬͇̼͉̀̔̇̌̂͑̂̏̕͠ͅ.̨̣̠͍̣̠̦̪̭̟͌̅̂̉̓̀̿̑̅͝.̘̝̖̟̭̞̺͙̳̗͐̏̈́͛̋́̈́̾̏̃.̨̧̣͕̺͔̟̝͓͉̄̓̆̒͆́́̈̕͝.̻͎͇͕͖̗̟͈͚̯͋̍͒̿͒̂͌̎̌̕.̨͚̲̤̜̞̗̝̥́͋̔̑̿̋͑͌̔͝ͅ.̨̺̳͔̞̖̙̥̭̪̿̋͂͆͋̑̒͛͂̕.̧̡̞̼͇̱̮̜̎͑̾̓̔̒͒̑̍͘͜ͅ.̢̦̠̥̺̜̻͇͉̇̆̉͋́̌̃̅͛̕͜.̜̼̳̥̪̭̪̮̹̩̅̈́́̀͒̎̒̀̚͠.̛͎͚̬̻̲̬̘̠̘̃͛͋̈́̈́̇̏̂̆͜.̣͙̣̥̪͉̗̜͔̈̔̽̂̎͊̒͌͠͠ͅ.̨̨̣̟̝̥̗̖͉̭́̊͗̋̏̍̾͌̚͝.̥̱̺̱̪̱̺̗͕̻̏̓̈́͒̑̿͗͌̎͘.̣͈̪͕̦̞̻͇̜̫̾̂͒͋̈́̓̽̿̏̍.̞̠͚̣̳̹͈͕̞̐͒̋͋̈́̋̀͌͋͘͜.̛͙̘͉̠̻̠͎͎̱̫̄͆͗͒̑̎͊̕͘.̢̨̢̱̲̻̫̘̥̭̈́̏̃̇̓̈́̈́͗͠͝.̙̤̪͔̦̗͇͍͚͈̆̄̅͊͋͑̓͊̌͌.̡͈͔̜̠͔̯͚̥̱́͋̽̎͗̽͂̿̉͝.͇̞̬͇̮̳̰̼̀̄̽͊́̽͐̍̀͂͜͜.̢̧̖͉̰̲̬̟̩͚͌̎̀͑̾̚̚̕͠͝.̢̼̲͉̩̞͚̥͂͆͂̈̿̓̋̈́͘͜͠ͅ.̞͖̱̻͙̱̜̬͇͖͆̇́͊̔́̓̕̕͝.̧̳̲̫̯͔͉̪̫̆̀́͂̉̈́̊̎́͝ͅ.̛̻̘̙̯̼͕͚̟̱̑̒̆̽̌͌͆̅͠ͅ.̧̯̖͎̳͙̖̫̭͈͒̋͒͗̌̿͗̍̈͊.̨͖̭̳̠̠̝̤͂̅̅̋̿̍̒̎̂̌͜ͅ.̼͖̥̥̻̣͈̣̭͔͌̍̓̄̑́͊͊̕̕.̡̙̭̤̖̝͉̙̹̅͋́̽̾͊͗͘͝͝ͅ.̣̼͇͉̫͎̲̰̼̀̔͋̏̿̍̄͒̀͛ͅ.̡̡̲̮̘̠̤̱̳͍̐͋̈̀͆̓̌̐͠͝.̖̜̤̣̘̹͔̳̿̀͛̓̀́̈̾̄͜͝ͅ.̢̻̭̘̰͔͔̭̯̜̎́̂̐̋̍̌͋̚͝.̞̥̘̟͈̗̼͔͈̩̌̃͂͋̎̅́̎̌͝.̢̙̭͔̖̺̠̪̲̈̒̔̇͋̔̅̓̎̋͜.̛̙̼͍̮̝̪̼̮̲̅̉̊̎̀̀͌͋̔͜.͕̟̠̭̲̬̜̪̭̙́͗̎̓̅̒͂̀̚͘.̛͔̫̭̲͔̟̟̼̉͐͛͌̋̋̅͋̓͜͜

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My history is like a scattered dream, as distant as a far off memory. I want to line the pieces up, hers and mine.....
Mother... Mother was beautiful. Mother was a lady of elegance; she was a kit of power. Father didn’t love her, he took her virtue and left me as a reminder. Mother said I was a mistake, a mistake that ruined her grace. Mother said I was her curse,the curse that took her life away.

Never good enough. Monster. Ugly. Unwanted. MISTAKE...

...Mother knows best.......
In a way embracing the darkness...wandering the abyss....was the best thing that had happened to me since birth.

Solitude will drive you insane...but who is the sane one now. My love. My love. Do you remember when I was a child..? You where dancing in a field, little blue creatures floating around you. You were like them. Floating so carelessly. Little creatures. Showed me the beauty in the world. Little butterfly’s. How could I know. That life is fragile. I wanted to show you, like you showed me. I spent all night gathering them. So you could keep them. But they died. HOW could have I known. I made you cry. Its not my fault they died. I didn’t know.

.Monster.

.Murderer.

.Mother was right.

.̢̡̨̤̤͚̮̮̩̭́̇͊̂̑̀̈́̂̕͘.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.̛͍͓͔̲̭͍̜͙̼͔̓͑̿͆̀̅̀̎͆.̧͙̻͚͍̮̭͚̺̈́͐̍̾̾̀̈́̍͜͝W̨͉͉̥̬̺̗̭̻̭̃͋́̽̆̈́͋̒̑̍Ḣ͇͍̰͚̦̮͓͇͖͔̐͐̌͌͑̅͂̕̕Ȃ̧̢̛̩͔͇̼̫̲̪͚̀̄̐̑͊̎̑͝T̨̧̡̧̛͓̼̭̖̝̜͌̿́̒͊́͊͘͠ ̢͖̟̣̭͙̼͉̝͎̈́̐̀̈́͗͑̽̈́͘͝Į̧͕͖̠̼̞̫͙̤̊͂̈́̈́͆̏͒̄̔͆Ş̮̮̺̝̯͉͚͍̆̀̍͂̈́̋̔͘͘͝ͅ ̝̲̪̞̤̜̘͚͐̊͛̂́͒̑̌̋̃ͅͅT̨̛̗̪̲̙͔͇̜̥͊̎̑̿̉̒̑̏͘ͅH̱̲̻͈͉̻̺͚̫͂̌̎̈́̽̐͛̽͗̕ͅǏ̢̛̥̲͕̼͚͓͈̰̀̃̊͋̆̅͜͝͠S̡̘͚̙͕͓̹͓̗̲̽̈̀͌͛̏̄̃͝͠,̟͉̦̹̻̦̻͖̹͗̄́̈́̍̆̆̏͛͝ͅ ̛̹͚̜̬̦̳͇̮̲͍̊̄͊̀͗̃̑̚͠S̨̜̗̟͇̮͔̜̹̻̃͊͒̍̂̈̅̓͋̕I͚̦̞͙̭̟̯̬͇͊̈́̿̓͐̄̔̽̂̚͜L̦͈̩͚̖̮̻̰͇͎̍͒́̈̅̀͊̌͊́E̝͕͕̤͚̥͇̗̺͊͒́̃̐̈́̓̚͜͝͝N̼̭͓̱͉͖̖͖̳̞̈́̑͛̎̃͊̐̄̊̕T̛̛̠̟͎̙̰̤͎̤͖͉̒̄͒̿͋͒̿͝ ̛̫̜̗͉̘͙͙͙͈̬̔́̑̑́͌́̾͝S̱̬͚̲̦͈̲̘̰͓̈̀͊̐̓̅̈́͝͝͝Ơ̢̨̫̖̗̥̞̘͍̂͋͐̌͋̈̏͋͜͝Ù͍̝̝͈̭̮̬̘̜̙̒͗̑̇̀̏̕̚͝Ḻ̟̱̤͔̮̼̭̞́́̀͛͒͋̕̚͘͜͠.̧̢̛̻̻̞̺͎͔̩̼̆͂̍̾̉͗̈̓͝.͉̟͔͙̥͕͚̖̜͈̓͊̄̏͊͆͌̑́͝.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.͚͖̟̦͚̫̬̣̭͈̈́̊̈́̀́̈́̒̓̍͠.̧̛̩̬̮̹̳̘̞̪̝̊̂̓̉͑̋̑̍̌.͖̫̬̱̞̥̤̹̫̽͑̅͗̂̄̒̔͒̚ͅ.͉̟͖̰̳͙̲̤̈́̓̀͋̉͑̿̿̕͘͜ͅ.̫͍̻̪̤̳̗̤̪̘͑̃̽͂̓̔͗̐͊͝.̨̛͇͖͔͖̖͚͙͕̞͛̏̊̑̉̀͊͌͐.̨̧͓̦̹̥̯͎̐̏̋̐̈́̽̚͜͜͝͝͝.̧̫͉̗̜̙͔̹͙̞̆̈́͐̔͂̒́͒̕̕.͈̻͈̞͓̻͚̝̙͉̌̍͑͑̑͊̈́̓͑̚.̡̢͇͓͙͈̰̙̫͔́̍̋͒̂̆́̑͘͠

Art by valsefer;;

• Sitting
• Standing
• Floating
• Angry
• Angry animation
• smile
• dontcry
• falling
• xXx
• tiny:3
  Art by PurpleKakashi;;
• Walking
• Insanity
• Rage
• full art gallery here

special thanks to purplekakashi:> this wont be possible without her, love you hun :3
Sorry for edited so much have to get is perfect!


^^Xaos's Website.^^

[.chamomile.]

Possible Reserve <3

[sad magic]

reserve

[ArizonaT3a]

тнє νєяу вαѕι¢ѕ

>> n a m e >> Hisan
>> m e a n i n g >> Misery
>> o r i g i n >> Japan
>> g e n d e r >> Male
>> a g e >> 20 years
>> i n t h r e e w o r d s >> Sly - Rebellious - Motivated




∂ιggιηg ∂єєρєя

✗ Friendship
✗ Sunlight
✗ Company

✔ Darkness
✔ Solitude
✔ Roses

>> l i k e s & d i s l i k e s <<

One of Hisan's least favorite things is company. He would rather lead a more solitary life than one with many friends and partners and friendships. On the other hand, Hisan feels comfortable alone with only his butterflies summoned from within his tail, as they are the only ones who do not make him feel different and disgusting to look at.
Strong sunlight is another thing that Hisan dislikes. Actually, overly bright light hurts his sensitive eyes greatly, so he much prefers darkness. He also prefers the night over clear day due to the fact that Hisan feels much more comfortable knowing that others cannot see his visual faults.
Lastly, Hisan loves roses. Though he cannot see them, he appreciates their danger hidden within beauty. Many people just admire roses for their appearance, but Hisan finds joy in the sharp thorns and blood red color.

✗ Self loathing
✗ Sly
✗ Rebellious

✔ Motivated
✔ Determined
✔ Unrestricted

>> p e r s o n a l i t y <<

Hisan is an extremely emotional Milky Way Kit; not in the sense of his kindness, love, and sympathy {{or lack thereof}}, but in his anger, self loathe, and determination. His past of being abandoned and unloved, used and afraid, left deep scars and insecurity in him. Self loathe is one of his biggest problems, due to the fact that Hisan believes that his differences resulted in his loneliness now. Hisan often wishes he could just be like the other Milky Way Kits.
This Kit is also very unrestricted. He's free of others and never has debts to pay or people to see; this sense of freedom is one of Hisan's largest joys in life. He scorns the other Kits who are held down by spouse and children and love, and tries to forget those who are happy leading that kind of life.
Another of Hisan's joys is his butterflies, which he can summon from his tail in times of sorrow and need. They are one of his few comforts, and Hisan tries his best to treat them right, even if they might only be hallucinations created by himself in times when he is in danger of falling into madness. Whatever the case may be, Hisan believes that his butterflies are alive, and sometimes they are the only things keeping him sane. What Hisan feels for them is a deep affection, due to the help they've given him over the course of his twenty years. This affection is the closest thing to love he has ever felt - for anyone.
Hisan's determination drives him through the ups and downs in his life on a day-to-day basis. His hope to one day be accepted within his species motivates him. Even on the lowest of Hisan's low days, he never loses this hope to be a part of something, though this is one of his deepest secrets. His misery is the one thing that holds him back, and his one dream is to eventually end this misery. Hisan strives to learn all he can about himself, and one day meet a person who he can confide most everthing to: someone who will not feel fear when they know who this Kit has become.

>> b i r t h d a t e >> May 3rd
>> n a t i o n a l i t y >> African
>> b i r t h p l a c e >> Gabon
>> c u r r e n t r e s i d e n c e >> Saholan Cave, Iran

>> o c c u p a t i o n >> None
>> h o b b i e s >> Testing his butterflies' powers
>> t a l e n t s >> His strength
>> l e g a l r e c o r d >> None

αт тнє νєяу ¢σяє

>> l o n g t e r m g o a l >> Learning how to love
>> d r e a m s >> Ending his misery
>> s t r e n g t h s >> Emotional self-control
>> a c c o m p l i s h m e n t s >> Getting over his past

>> s h o r t t e r m g o a l >> Learning his potential
>> f e a r s >> Agateophobia
>> v u l n e r a b i l i t i e s >> Talk of his past
>> r e g r e t s >> Leaving his adoptive mother

тяινια

>> p l a y l i s t <<
>> Demons - Imagine Dragons
>> Madness - Muse
>> The Kill - 30 Seconds to Mars
>> 45 - Shinedown

>> a s t r o l o g i c a l z o d i a c >> Taurus
>> c h i n e s e z o d i a c >> Dog
>> b i r t h s t o n e >> Emerald
>> b i r t h f l o w e r >> Lily of the Valley
>> b i r t h t r e e >> Poplar Tree

ιη тнє ραѕт

Hisan was born to two Milky Way Kits, their names now unknown to him. He was born in the night, which left his parents clueless about his strange appearance. Once they saw him, though, they were both horrified and secretly in awe. A demon, they thought he was; a punishment for their mistakes in life.
Both parents decided to abandon the newborn; what good would he be? Even as they watched him, they had quickly noticed two of his worst flaws; he made no sound, nor did he seem to follow their movements. The Kit was both blind and mute.
They left swiftly, leaving no trace of their selves. The Kit was tucked beneath a low bush, in an attempt to hide him from any predators. Even though they had no wish to keep the Kit, neither wanted him to suffer a painful death. The Kit hadn't even been named or his orb created before they had left. Both had assumed the kit would die without food or care.
Within just hours, though, the Kit's fear scent was too strong for the bush to mask; he had attracted a wolf.
Yoru was the name of this wolf. She had just given birth to two pups days before; however, out of pure fear for her own life, she had given both up to a starving yet strong male passing through her territory who had threatened to kill the new mother herself for food. Now, Yoru had been passing through when she caught the scent of the Kit.
Yoru had originally planned to kill the kit for food, but quickly changed her mind once she found him beneath the bush. Instead, the she-wolf decided that she would take the newborn and care for him as if she was his mother, then use him for her own needs such as hunting and protection once he was old enough.
Hisan was quickly given his name, due to his already miserable history. The wolf was curt and short with her newly adopted son, and made it clear that her needs came first. She was impatient with his blind and mute state, and rarely gave even a thought about him. It took a while before she realized that he was indeed blind, though, because Hisan could see the souls of creatures; the only objects he couldn't detect were physical, solid things. Therefore, he almost always had an idea of where Yoru was.
Yoru could be considered a good mother to some, though when they were alone, she was demanding and rude. Her son often left to find peace away from his life at their makeshift home. Yoru let him do this, finding no need to make sure her son was safe. She knew that no one would dare harm the frightening creature; she took for granted the fact that he would return to her and protect her until the end.
Hisan grew to care for his mother, even as he sank into despair and fear for himself. He knew that she was on the brink of insanity herself, the guilt from letting her pups be killed too much for her to bare. As Hisan grew, he was told little by little what had happened, how he came to live with Yoru. This knowledge of his abandonment hurt Hisan and pushed him further into despair and depression, and lit a spark of fury in him. He was used and abused by this wolf, and left to die by his parents: at this time in his life, at five years, Hisan had no one to truly turn to; this, however, did not deter Hisan from caring for his adoptive mother completely.
They had a relatively good life; Yoru and Hisan had more than enough food. The Milky Way Kit's soul-sensing ability led him to be a great hunter, as even the greatest camouflage could not hide prey from Hisan. Also, no one dared to threaten Yoru or her son, as the 'aura' surrounding the Kit seemed to scare away most predators; those who weren't frightened away were too confident for their own good.
However, one day, one normal day, Hisan and Yoru were ambushed by hunters. In the end, Hisan had to choose between saving Yoru and possibly being killed in the process, and saving himself; ultimately, out of fear, he chose himself and ran. To this day, leaving his adoptive mother is one of Hisan's biggest regrets.
From there, Hisan tried to find others to live with, to make a family of his own. However, he found no one. Whether they fled when his presence was detected, or Milky Way Kits had grown extinct in the area altogether was unknown to him. After months and months and months of searching for any kind soul, Hisan lost hope. He settled down, alone and filled with despair, in Saholan Cave. As the time went by, Hisan's despair turned to grief, and from grief, he evolved to fearful, and from fearful to furious. Eventually, Hisan's fury took over, and he put one goal in his future: to end his misery by learning to love his life and those in it unconditionally.

συтѕι∂є αρρєαяαη¢єѕ

>> h e i g h t >> 5' 3"
>> w e i g h t >> 80 lbs
>> p o s t u r e >> Stiff, strong
>> b u i l d >> Strong and agile

>> s c a r s >> None
>> h e a l t h >> Good
>> h y g i e n e >> Great; very clean
>> f l a w s >> Blind, mute

яєℓαтισηѕ

>> m o t h e r >> Unknown
>> f a t h e r >> Unknown
>> s i s t e r s >> Unknown
>> b r o t h e r s >> Unknown

>> a d o p t e d m o t h e r >> Yoru {Wolf}
>> a d o p t e d f a t h e r >> None
>> a d o p t e d s i s t e r s >> None
>> a d o p t e d b r o t h e r s >> None

ℓσνє ℓιƒє

>> o r i e n t a t i o n >> Pansexual
>> b o y f r i e n d s >> None
>> g i r l f r i e n d s >> None
>> s t a t u s >> Single but not interested
>> i n t e r e s t s >> Kindness, good hygiene, uniqueness, acceptance

α ƒιηαℓ ησтє

Formatting © || ηιgнт нєяση ||
Story © || ηιgнт нєяση ||
Divider © ToxiceStea
Character Ideas by Kage the shadow

In conclusion to my application, I would just like to say a huge thank you to the wonderful and talented artist, Ninai, for creating this beautiful Milky Way Kit and giving us all this chance to adopt him. ♥ Good luck to everyone who's posted an application, it's clear to me that everyone who has posted one has put much love and effort into developing this Kit in their own unique way.
Thank you, and good luck~! ♥

[painted.wolf]

Reserve ;3;

[reilly]

му σиℓу fяιєи∂ѕ αяє тнє ∂ємσиѕ тнαт ρσѕѕєѕ мє

Art (C) megarin (Not real blood! That's her design! If this still proves to be a problem I will remove it.)




Art (C)Glacier-Lily

иαмє
Nova
му иαмє ιѕ иσνα

Art (C) Nightstar^..^

иαмє мєαиιиg
An old Native American name meaning "Chases Butterfly"
ιт'ѕ αℓѕσ ¢σммσиℓу ι∂єитιfιє∂ ωιтн ѕρα¢є тєямιиσℓσgу....

Art (C) lion star
Art (C) ObservingMadness

gєи∂єя
Female
σf ¢συяѕє

Art (C) megarin

нιѕтσяу
Born on the night of the solar eclipse, Nova was born special.
ѕρє¢ιαℓ؟ ι ωσυℓ∂ ¢αℓℓ ιт ρєяfє¢т....
Her snout was strangely shaped. She had a tuft of fur on her head that served as hair. But those were small details, and weren't really problems. For the problem, you see, was the starlight within her.
All Milky Way Kits are born with stars in their fur. But Nova was born with too much starlight.
тнαт'ѕ ѕυяєℓу α gσσ∂ тнιиg, ѕυ¢н α яαяιту тσ вєнσℓ∂....
A lack of starlight can be deadly. A little bit of starlight is healthy. Too much starlight corrupts the mind of its host.
¢σяяυρтє∂؟ вυт нσиєу, ι ωαѕ вσяи тнιѕ ωαу.
She was born not only with the normal array of light stars that scatter throughout the pelt and tail, but with extra stars. She had the light of the stars in her eyes, and more light in her tail. She even had hardened stars, star gems. They aren't like normal stars from normal Milky Way Kits. They are part of her, glowing, hard, gems that are part of her body. She has one in each shoulder and hip, each wrist and ankle, one on each ear, and a long line of the glowing gems in a line from the top of her neck to her flank on each side.
Starlight.
ѕυ¢н α ρσωєяfυℓ тнιиg.
Nova was born and sent to earth early. For her mother was afraid of the starlight, and her father and siblings had all died. She was sent to earth early, and her mother sowed her lips together with threads of darkness. Nova could not speak and wouldn't be able to hurt others.
мσтнєя ωαѕ яιgнт тσ вє αfяαι∂.
She landed in the forests of earth, away from other Kits where she could be safe and alone. For her mother knew her life would not be easy.
мσтнєя ωαѕ яιgнт, σи¢є αgαιи.
Nova's mother named her a gentle name, to perhaps sway the starlight's corruption to slow.
The starlight listened, it heard her mother cry out. For starlight itself is a very good thing. But too much is just too powerful.
When she reached the earth, her starlight blossomed and sent wisps of aurora into the world. The starlight had shaped the wisps like butterflies. These butterflies were still part of Nova, but they were separate things to her. They still float in and out of her tail and follow her wherever she goes.
ѕσ тнє ѕтαяℓιgнт ℓιѕтєиє∂ тσ мσтнєя. ωнαт α ѕнαмє.
But it did not work, for even at such a young age the starlight's power was too great for the young she-Kit. And it caused her great pain.
уєѕ. gяєαт ραιи тнαт ωαѕ ωσятн ιт.
She fought the starlight's power. Power is a bad thing. Too much power makes one feel higher than they are. Too much power makes one lose what they love most to greed.
But one day young Nova just gave up.
She learned to accept the starlight instead of trying to deny it.
σн, ωнαт α gяєαт ρєαк ιи му ℓιfє.
By accepting the starlight she let it take hold of her body. It changed her mind, how she though, who she was. It made her grow stronger physically, but deteriorated her common sense. Her starlit parts grew brighter. She grew enough strength to break some of the strands of darkness that had kept her lips sealed since she could remember. Nova also doesn't seem to age and hasn't since her transformation of sorts.
Once an innocent, shy child; now a monster transformed by too much power.
ι'м иσт α ¢нιℓ∂ αиумσяє.
Now she lives alone in the dark forest. Now she is truly changed.
αи∂ вє ¢αяєfυℓ му ∂єαяѕ, вє¢αυѕє ι яσαм fяєє.
вє ¢αяєfυℓ σf ωнαт'ѕ нι∂ιиg συт тнєяє.

Art (C) megarin

ρєяѕσиαℓιту
Nova is indeed crazy.
ι'м ¢яαzу, вυт ι ℓσνє ιт.
She has a need for power, a hunger for it. Even though she lives alone she is powerful. She cannot control her want for more.
She is unkind and cold and does not care for another soul. Unless of course, your version of another soul is a part of herself. She loves her butterflies.
тнє σиℓу ℓινιиg тнιиg ι ℓσνє ιѕ му вυттєяfℓιєѕ.
She is deep down very sad and lonely, but denies it.
She does not know how to socially interact with others.
Let's move on to how her mind works. Her mind is not straight, and it skips from one thought to each other thought. Sometimes it lingers on one thought long after the subject has been forgotten. But sometimes it skips thoughts completely.
There is a small portion of unchanged self left inside of her mind. It wills her to stay in the deepness of the lonely forest she lives in. It doesn't want her to hurt others.

Art (C) lion star

тяαιтѕ
Dark
Mysterious
Lonely
Afraid
ѕσ мαиу ωσя∂ѕ тнαт αяє ѕσ gяєαт....
Fearsome
Crazy
Angry
Cruel
ι ℓσνє муѕєℓf נυѕт αѕ ι αм.
Unforgiving
Mad
Alone
Changed
α ρєяfє¢т ιи∂ινι∂υαℓ.

Art (C) AwkwardLilFox

вυттєяfℓιєѕ....
When young Nova changed heart and accepted her starlight instead of fighting against its will to take her mind, that was when she changed.
It's when she went insane.
ιиѕαиє. тнєяє'ѕ αиσтнєя ωσя∂ тσ ∂єѕ¢яιвє мє.
Although her butterflies were originally a symbol to stay strong against the will of the stars, that changed when Nova changed.
The butterflies then became not symbols of hope, but symbols of her giving up. They haunt her now as demons, she hears them in her head. Though they don't really speak, the starlight mocks her now and forever.
ѕσ ѕтяαиgє ιѕ ιт; тнαт тнє вυттєяfℓιєѕ ¢нαѕє σиє иαмє∂ "¢нαѕєѕ вυттєяfℓу".

мєgαяιи'ѕ ωσя∂ѕ
Hello!
I'm super excited for this Kit and have been working on this form for a while now.
This will either be my first or second Kit, it depends on if I win or not for another Kit I tried out for earlier that hasn't ended yet.
I really hope I'm a worthy owner!
If I do win this Kit, I plan to expand on her story. I also plan to include her in art and RPs. I hope that I can maybe RP her into being a more tame Kit and persuade her to live with other Kits.
уσυ ¢αи'т мαкє мє ∂σ αиутнιиg....
Hey! Would you get out of here! This is my section to talk in!
Sorry about that.
I also would like to add that this form was quite the hassle for me. My computer quit cooperating and I ended up having to redo multiple things including (but not limiting to) history, personality, art, formatting, remembering to breath. But I did recover some of the lost typing I spent hours on, luckily. I would have probably exploded if I lost it all. Especially the remembering to breath part.... However, I could not format this as cool looking as I would have liked. I gave up on epic formatting when it kept getting messed up. I used to have a smaller version of the picture of the butterflies at the top of each quote box. But they kinda didn't work and it ended up just saying "Image" everywhere. So maybe imagine the butterflies? Sorry.
My COPPA-ship that I have suffered through for years on CS is ending this month. I think winning this Kit will be a good way to break away from my old, restrained self.
But I'm not one to pout at losing.
c:
Good luck to all!

Extra Art Notes:
Pixelated butterfly banners by Primshay.
Beginning and end Butterfly pictures by Megarin.
All else belong to whoever was stated underneath them.
Thanks for all who helped with art!
(Also sorry that on my traditional art their is glare and you can see my iPad's shadow.
I'm an artist. Not a photographer. Bad lighting stinks)
ACK!
Sorry for the huge amount of art!
I wasn't expecting so many people to help me with it!