[Agent Shark]

Heres a Pink[ish] One for ya.
Well....
Technically its Gray and tan, but I played with Hard-light sooo...
/omgIlovethisonesomuch/

End date - March 20th

FYI; The Skull&Cross Bones is a Burn, like a brand. You have to tell me how she got it. ;3
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[color=#BF0080][b]Username:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][here][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Name:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][here][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Gender:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][here][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Age:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][Must be and Older teen/Young adult][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Persinality:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][No word limit][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Skull and Cross Bones [i]Burn[/i]:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][Story here][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Extra 1:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][here][/color]
[color=#BF0080][b]Extra 2:[/b][/color][color=#BF80BF][Optional][/color]


[Shironeki.]

dropping out.

[Agent Shark]

is prettying up fine?

Yes, But You must keep the text the same color c:

[slasher // twig]

Username:[here]
Name:[here]
Gender:[here]
Age:[Must be and Older teen/Young adult]
Persinality:[No word limit]
Skull and Cross Bones Burn:[Story here]
Extra 1:[here]
Extra 2:[Optional]

Reserve uvu

[nervousdog]

Username:[Psycho Angel.]
Name:[Maylene]
Gender:[Female]
Age:[21 years.]
Personality:[No word limit]
Skull and Cross Bones Burn:[WIP, will be something like she used to be in some sort of group and they had to be branded to show others what group they were in,.]
Extra 1:[here]
Extra 2:[Optional]

Work In progress <3

[Corgii]

Username:
Corgii
Name:
Alexandra
Alex is her nickname
Gender:
Female
Age:
16 years old
Personality:
wip
Skull and Cross Bones Burn:
wip
Extra 1:
[here]
Extra 2:
[Optional]

[AlaskanAlpaca]

If you can't read any of it, pm me, and I'll send it to you in plain text. Sorry it's so small...

[SukarettoYanagi]

Username:~Willow
Name:"Cherry" Jerry
Gender:Female
Age:19.5
Personality:
Jerry is just as her lithe, rebellious, bad-to-the-bone appearance says. She talks the talk and walks the walk. She will not hesitate to talk you down and cut you down to size. she hangs out with the wrong crowd, more like runs the wrong crowd. She is a true and natural leader, though commands with an iron paw. It is not a good idea to get on her bad side, seeing how if she is the one you come across on a dark, moonless night she will, with no regrets, end you.
Jerry lives her life with a nearly perfect peace of mind and regrets are a thing of her kithood. She leads fearlessly and ruthlessly. And when she hunts, that is only a glimpse of the harm she could do. Her cunning nature is one not to be reckoned with, though her mind is easily and quickly clouded by rage. A grudge is something to never be forgotten. And she doesn't. She holds onto her hate and spite forever, never letting it go. Her attitude is something to never forget, and she will make sure you don't forget her.
Skull and Cross Bones Burn:
Initiation night. The new moon hid it's face, as it always did, and the crackle and light of a fire lit a small area. Shadows danced and meandered as a large group of Hyeneas gathered around it. Eerie laughs of all sounds could be heard for long distances, how long a distance is uncertain. No one was there to witness it. They all looks so different from one another, only thing linked them all. A scar. A burn. Each of mysterious creatures had a skull and cross bones scar somewhere on their pelts. A large, blue and grey female leaped onto a jutting rock, her burn over her chest.
"Quiet now! As you all know, we have a new member who needs to be initiated, and the new moon marks the perfect time for this sacred ritual." she barked, eyes gleaming wickedly in the fire light. All the others rose their laughing into a joyous, chilling chorus. The female beckoned with her tail, broken in many places, for someone to step forward. A small, pinkish female approached. Now, on this night, most of those in initiation were terrified, but this little female showed and held no fear. The leader noticed this and noted the trait. Little did she know, that this female would one day take her place.
"Are you ready, child, to become one of us?" she asked, voice sharp and demanding.
"Yes. I am ready. I have longed for this night for many, many months." she replied, a toothy, psychotic grin marking her face. Her mane was tied back with a red bandanna, keeping the fur out of her face.
"Good." the older Hyenea barked, nodding at one of the males. He placed a branding in the fire. "Now, before we mark you as ours, you must prove to us you are worthy." she continued, watching the small female before the stone, "You will go into enemy land and bring us back one of their kits. But only one. No more."
The to-be rogue nodded once and vanished into the night. She slipped with easy silence through the dead and dying savanna grasses. It was no task at all for her to slip into enemy camp. Her nose was well-attuned to the sent of milk, so using that she sneaked around the camp of the rival rogue group. There were many sleeping out side of dens and in the middle of their camp, and she prayed to the great spirits that she would not be caught.
A small gazelle bound through the middle of the camp with a horrible clatter, and she froze, flattening herself to the ground. All the Hyenea were in the open, all male, snapped open their eyes. The hunt was on. They bounded after it, laughing maniacally. It was now or never for the to-be.
She followed her nose to a small cave. Space was tight in it, but she was small. With her small frame, she slipped in. It was a difficult to get past the mothers, and she was glad of the shadows at times when one of them others would lift her head or sneeze. Finally reaching the kits, her goal, she stared down at them. She couldn't really see them, but she could tell where they were. She snatched up the closest kit and ran, bouncing with ease over the mothers and slipping back out of the small cave.
The kit screamed the whole time, waking the camp. They were hot in her heels as she ran from the camp. Most of the males in the camp were still gone, after the young gazelle. She veered through the grasses, taking a sharp left toward a tree. Setting the kit down, she shook off the bandanna and tied it round the kits mouth. That shut it up. She made a sharp, high-pitched squeaking yelp. It was to throw them off, to make them think she had killed the kit, and allow her to make it back to her own 'clan's 'camp'.
The fire light was dim in the distance, the kit still swinging and whimpering in her jaws as she approached. Her group was no where to be seen. She sat in front of the stone, where she had been before she left, and set the kit between her paws.
"I am back! and I have not failed you. I return with a kit. A strong female." she barked, watching the shadows dance dangerously around her. The grasses shivered and shook, then parted as they poured into the small clearing. Her gaze was filled with pride and success.
"Very well done. Welcome to the clan." the female spoke, coming from behind her, "What is your name?"
"Jerry." she said boldly, "'Cherry' Jerry."
"Well them, Jerry, are you ready for your mark? Did they follow you?"
"No, they did not, ma'am. And yes. I am ready. I have always been ready."
The last sound heard that night was her scream of pain and the psychotic laughing of her new 'clan'.
Extra 1:Sketch Sheet
Extra 2:How Fragile We Are
Cold and Fragile just like Glass
A Heart can Break into pieces
And with no friendly warmth,
It grows colder till it's Stone

Still and silent like the Snow
Air can fracture into sound
With nothing to hush such a noise
It remains constant and Loud

Hate and Fear like the Darkness
Cannot leave unless brought to the light
It remains a horrible thing
And like a stain it never leaves

[Agent Shark]

Sorry it took so long!
But the winner is Willow!
No runner up's shall be given, as there was only two finished forms and I could barely Read the other

Username:~Willow
Name:"Cherry" Jerry
Gender:Female
Age:19.5
Personality:
Jerry is just as her lithe, rebellious, bad-to-the-bone appearance says. She talks the talk and walks the walk. She will not hesitate to talk you down and cut you down to size. she hangs out with the wrong crowd, more like runs the wrong crowd. She is a true and natural leader, though commands with an iron paw. It is not a good idea to get on her bad side, seeing how if she is the one you come across on a dark, moonless night she will, with no regrets, end you.
Jerry lives her life with a nearly perfect peace of mind and regrets are a thing of her kithood. She leads fearlessly and ruthlessly. And when she hunts, that is only a glimpse of the harm she could do. Her cunning nature is one not to be reckoned with, though her mind is easily and quickly clouded by rage. A grudge is something to never be forgotten. And she doesn't. She holds onto her hate and spite forever, never letting it go. Her attitude is something to never forget, and she will make sure you don't forget her.
Skull and Cross Bones Burn:
Initiation night. The new moon hid it's face, as it always did, and the crackle and light of a fire lit a small area. Shadows danced and meandered as a large group of Hyeneas gathered around it. Eerie laughs of all sounds could be heard for long distances, how long a distance is uncertain. No one was there to witness it. They all looks so different from one another, only thing linked them all. A scar. A burn. Each of mysterious creatures had a skull and cross bones scar somewhere on their pelts. A large, blue and grey female leaped onto a jutting rock, her burn over her chest.
"Quiet now! As you all know, we have a new member who needs to be initiated, and the new moon marks the perfect time for this sacred ritual." she barked, eyes gleaming wickedly in the fire light. All the others rose their laughing into a joyous, chilling chorus. The female beckoned with her tail, broken in many places, for someone to step forward. A small, pinkish female approached. Now, on this night, most of those in initiation were terrified, but this little female showed and held no fear. The leader noticed this and noted the trait. Little did she know, that this female would one day take her place.
"Are you ready, child, to become one of us?" she asked, voice sharp and demanding.
"Yes. I am ready. I have longed for this night for many, many months." she replied, a toothy, psychotic grin marking her face. Her mane was tied back with a red bandanna, keeping the fur out of her face.
"Good." the older Hyenea barked, nodding at one of the males. He placed a branding in the fire. "Now, before we mark you as ours, you must prove to us you are worthy." she continued, watching the small female before the stone, "You will go into enemy land and bring us back one of their kits. But only one. No more."
The to-be rogue nodded once and vanished into the night. She slipped with easy silence through the dead and dying savanna grasses. It was no task at all for her to slip into enemy camp. Her nose was well-attuned to the sent of milk, so using that she sneaked around the camp of the rival rogue group. There were many sleeping out side of dens and in the middle of their camp, and she prayed to the great spirits that she would not be caught.
A small gazelle bound through the middle of the camp with a horrible clatter, and she froze, flattening herself to the ground. All the Hyenea were in the open, all male, snapped open their eyes. The hunt was on. They bounded after it, laughing maniacally. It was now or never for the to-be.
She followed her nose to a small cave. Space was tight in it, but she was small. With her small frame, she slipped in. It was a difficult to get past the mothers, and she was glad of the shadows at times when one of them others would lift her head or sneeze. Finally reaching the kits, her goal, she stared down at them. She couldn't really see them, but she could tell where they were. She snatched up the closest kit and ran, bouncing with ease over the mothers and slipping back out of the small cave.
The kit screamed the whole time, waking the camp. They were hot in her heels as she ran from the camp. Most of the males in the camp were still gone, after the young gazelle. She veered through the grasses, taking a sharp left toward a tree. Setting the kit down, she shook off the bandanna and tied it round the kits mouth. That shut it up. She made a sharp, high-pitched squeaking yelp. It was to throw them off, to make them think she had killed the kit, and allow her to make it back to her own 'clan's 'camp'.
The fire light was dim in the distance, the kit still swinging and whimpering in her jaws as she approached. Her group was no where to be seen. She sat in front of the stone, where she had been before she left, and set the kit between her paws.
"I am back! and I have not failed you. I return with a kit. A strong female." she barked, watching the shadows dance dangerously around her. The grasses shivered and shook, then parted as they poured into the small clearing. Her gaze was filled with pride and success.
"Very well done. Welcome to the clan." the female spoke, coming from behind her, "What is your name?"
"Jerry." she said boldly, "'Cherry' Jerry."
"Well them, Jerry, are you ready for your mark? Did they follow you?"
"No, they did not, ma'am. And yes. I am ready. I have always been ready."
The last sound heard that night was her scream of pain and the psychotic laughing of her new 'clan'.
Extra 1:Sketch Sheet
Extra 2:How Fragile We Are
Cold and Fragile just like Glass
A Heart can Break into pieces
And with no friendly warmth,
It grows colder till it's Stone

Still and silent like the Snow
Air can fracture into sound
With nothing to hush such a noise
It remains constant and Loud

Hate and Fear like the Darkness
Cannot leave unless brought to the light
It remains a horrible thing
And like a stain it never leaves

[SukarettoYanagi]

...
*screams and flails*
Thank you! Thank you so much! ;3; *snuggs Jerry*