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Postby Goddess Sword » Tue Oct 07, 2014 11:20 am

Oh my god
I have a mighty need

Username: Spoopy Core, normally Wheatley Core or Master Shortpants
Name: Mike
Name origin: Named after Flickr user Mike Wooldridge, who, according to Know Your Meme, posted the original photo of the Spoopy sign on October 15, 2009
Nicknames: Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly, Spoops
Gender: Male

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--แด›สœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด€ส€แด‡ แด›แดกแด sษชแด…แด‡s แด›แด แด‡แด แด‡ส€ส sแด›แดส€ส, แด€ษดแด… แด€ sแด›แดส€ส ส™แด‡สœษชษดแด… แด‡แด แด‡ส€ส แดแดษดsแด›แด‡ส€--

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Username;; Lichenfeather
Owner? Yes. I have four babies. He would fill my last adoptable slot,
and I would be proud to claim him as my own.
Why I want him;; I saw this foxerfly and just felt a connection. Throughout
the creation of this form, that connection has grown stronger. Now, after doing art
writing his story, and creating this characters, I cannot deny I feel very close to this
handsome character. When I first saw him, I thought, 'okay, this foxerfly is pretty.'
At school that day, my brain went on a quest to make him a story, and I realized
that I could not let him go without a fight.
Will I be active? Although I am not very active on the fanclub anymore, I still
do draw and roleplay my foxerflies. I also intend to create this handsome boy's world
around him as I progress with his character. I have so many ideas, how could I not be
active is the greater question. To conclude, even if I am not active on the fanclub itself
I intend to remain active in the community and with the foxerfly himself.
What will I do with him? This lovely boy will become my art muse for the next while,
as I've got a multitude of ideas for both art of him and the part of the world he lives in. I
also plan to write a short story involving him, Adonis and Pandora, so that should happen at
some point, and finally I will roleplay him to death. One thing I will not do is immediately find him a mate, as I believe one should fully develop a character before finding it love.




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Title;; Sir Melkor Death-Walker, Lord of the Shadowfell
Full Name;; Melkor Keres Silverkin
Name Meaning;; Melkor's name comes in three parts. The first part, Melkor, is from Tolkien's world of Middle Earth. Melkor means "He Who Arises in Might" and was the name of Morgoth before his name was forbidden to speak, due to his great evil. Keres were what the Greek believed to be the spirits of cruel and violent death. The final part of his name, Silverkin has no hidden meaning. It means exactly what it looks like.
Goes by;; Melkor
Nicknames;; His close friends sometimes call him Keres.
Age;; Twenty-four years
Gender;; Male

--Pสœสsษชแด„แด€สŸษชแด›ส--


Size;; Melkor is usually considered a bigger foxerfly. He is not the tallest foxer about, but he is exceedingly well built, with muscles shimmering under his dark pelt. He is mostly composed of muscle and bone, with very little fat on his body.
Weight;; At about seventeen pounds, Melkor is on the heavier side, however it is important to remember that muscle is heavier than fat.
Height;; Melkor stands at about one foot at the shoulder, making him a relatively average height.
Muscles;; More muscle than fat, Melkor easily has the strength to take out a much larger foxerfly with little difficulty. This strength, however, came with hours and hours of training each and every day. Training that Melkor must continue to endure if he wishes to remain this way.
Movement;; Melkor moves with both intention and power. Each of his paws in planted deliberately, and he always knows where his various limbs are. Every movement seems to purposeful and crucial. He makes no wild or unnecessary movements, sure of himself and his abilities.
Mannerisms;; Whenever he is resting, Melkor lifts the weight off his back right paw, due to an old injury that still bothers him from time to time. This is very subtle, however, and it would take a trained eye to see it.
Voice;; Clear, clipped words, with a low, heavy voice. On the off chance he gets very excited, his voice raises a few octaves, yet compared to most, even this excited voice would be low.
Accent;; Melkor sounds as if he came from Newfoundland, Canada, in the way he speaks. Despite this, his accent actually hails from the Shadowfell itself.
Overall;; Muscular, powerful, polite and deliberate, no one could ever accuse this handsome canine of not being strong enough to rule the Shadowfell. He may not tower over others, but his strength and presence makes up for his average height.

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Personality;; | Hyper | Excitable | Goofy | Polite | Impulsive || Temperamental | Deliberate | Cruel | Merciless | Devious |
On good days, Melkor is a happy-go-lucky guy, despite the fact he plays it off as hiding under the faรงade of the strong, silent type. Easily excited, this playful foxerfly finds pleasure in the littlest things in life, such as the way the dust swirls, or how the city looks beneath the tower. Anything and everything can get his heart rate increasing, his ears twitching with interest. This hyperactivity also makes seriousness a problem for our hero. Constantly goofy, Melkor cannot deal with anything seriously, brushing it off playfully or making a joke of it. This can cause him to be incessantly annoying to those around him. He does his best to be polite; knowing the importance of formalities and respect, but it is often difficult to contain his outbursts. His impulsiveness has gotten him into trouble many a time, and poor Melkor often has a difficult time extracting himself from these less then optimal situations. Melkor also has a difficulty in reading English, preferring to stick to the ancient tongues he knows and speaks fluently. Overall, Melkor seems like your typical, ADHD, jokester type of guy, right? Wrong. Underneath the charismatic shell, something dangerous stalks, waiting for the perfect moment to spring forth and wreak havoc upon the world. As the world turns closer to October thirty-first, Melkorโ€™s grasp on reality spirals away. His playfulness gives way to an easily angered, tempermentalness that takes everything seriously and is far too sensitive with each and every word spoken. The excited impulsive side of our foxerfly drifts away, leaving a creature that wonโ€™t take a single second to breathe without thinking through all the possible outcomes first. Over the course of the year, the changes are slow, yet they still happen. It is a cycle of sanity to insanity, harmlessness to cruelty. And when the world draws closer to All Hallows Eve, Melkor cannot be described anything but cruel. He takes great pleasure in the suffering of others, the tossing of kits out of windows and the torture of helpless souls, with no place to go but the Shadowfell. Not only is he cruel, but he is callous and smart. Although anger comes to him as easily as a breath of air, he retains his cunning, and does not allow himself to be blinded. Every choice he makes is calculated, the benefits and side effects looked over, and so he knows whatever he does will be the best for him and only him. It is important to note that Melkor remembers everything he does during the year, and when he is more 'normal', he must deal with the deaths he dealt out and harm he caused. This gives him a very warped sense of self. As the year heads towards this day, it is best to head further from Melkor and his ruthless realm.
Mental State;; Unstable
Disorders;; Melkor has been cursed, resulting in a bi-polar like state controlled by the time of year. As the year heads closer to October thirty-first, Melkor loses his grasp on reality, and falls into a ruthless insanity that makes him exceedingly dangerous.
Fears;; Melkor, in his 'normal' state, fears a few things, predominantly himself, yet also his power to hurt another and the fact his realm is dying. When he is in his cursed state, he fears nothing, believing himself unbeatable. This in itself causes him angst when he is more sane, as he never knows what sorts of injury he may sustain while crazed.


"Yแดแดœ'แด แด‡ ษขแดแด› สแดแดœส€ ส€แด‡แด€sแดษดs, แดแด‡ ษช'แด แด‡ ษขแดแด› แดษชษดแด‡, ส™แดœแด› แด€สŸสŸ แด›สœแด‡ ส€แด‡แด€sแดษดs ษช ษขแด€แด แด‡ แดกแด‡ส€แด‡ แดŠแดœsแด› สŸษชแด‡s แด›แด ส™แดœส แดสsแด‡สŸา“ sแดแดแด‡ แด›ษชแดแด‡."



Northern Lights wrote:Don't ever take a single second to breathe,
They're gonna send me on a murdering spree.
I can not wait to dance upon your grave.
They don't even have a soul left to be saved.
You would eat your young.

We swam among the northern lights,
And hid beyond the edge of night
Waiting for the dawn to come,
And sang a song to save us all.

Hey, oh, oh, you want a holy war?
Hey, oh, oh, you want a holy war?

I am alive, I'm just playing dead.
I'm gonna say what should have never been said.
The giants of the world are crashing down.
The end is near, I hear the trumpets sound.
You would eat your young.

We swam among the northern lights,
And hid beyond the edge of night
Waiting for the dawn to come,
And sang a song to save us all.

You would eat your young.
You would eat your young.
You would eat your young.
You would eat your young.

I am alive, I'm just playing dead.
I am alive, I'm just playing dead.

We swam among the northern lights,
And hid beyond the edge of night
Waiting for the dawn to come,
And sang a song to save us all.

We swam among the northern lights,
And hid beyond the edge of night
Waiting for the dawn to come,
And sang a song to save us all.

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Talent;; Melkor is a shadowdancer. You may be wondering what exactly a shadowdancer is, understandably, as it is not a well-known occurrence. A shadowdancer is one with a great ability in stealth, thievery and other rouge-like abilities, that, instead of maintaining simply this, delve into the world of magic to become one with the natural world, specifically shadows. A shadowdancer moves silently, relying on stealth and darkness to cloak them. They become one with the shadows, indistinguishable from the darkness when they choose to be. Similar to an assassin, a shadowdancer specializes in sneak attacks, and is swift, silent, and deadly. They can summon shadows to serve as guardians, a place to hide, or as a fellow attacker. A shadowdancer is fast, dangerous and ruthless
Charm;; Tied around his tail is a translucent black scarf. Made of silk, it is delicate and holds a great personal meaning to Melkor. Embroidered in silver thread on the edge is the word โ€˜shadowโ€™ in Tolkienโ€™s language known as Qyenya. On middle-left side of the scarf there is a charm tied by a small chain. The charm is in the shape of a ravenโ€™s wings, outstretched in preparation of flight. Overall, Melkorโ€™s charm is elegant while remaining out of his way when it comes to fighting.
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Occupation;; Formerly, Melkor was the commander of the royal guard of the Lady of the Shadowfell. His shadowdancing abilities made him skilled in the stealth and secrecy that the job requires, and he was uncannily skilled at the aura of mystery all royal guards are supposed to have. Melkor was quite happy in this position, and had no desire to advance any further. Ruling the Shadowfell was, and occasionally still is, a perilous job, with only the best surviving more than a year. Now, Sir Melkor Keres Silverkin is the Lord of the Shadowfell, the ruler of an empire broken beyond repair. He sits silently on his throne of bones, remembering a time when the realm was prosperous and feared, as opposed to now, when the fear comes from within the kingdom โ€“ that of slipping between the veils of the world and disappearing forever, leaving nothing but legends told to scare kits into behaving. Melkor never wanted the job he was forced into, the responsibility he cannot leave unless he dies. Regardless, he rules the dying kingdom as best he can, waiting and dreaming of the day they may reclaim their former glory and take the world by fear once again.


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"Nแด แดกแด€ส แดา“ แด‹ษดแดแดกษชษดษข แดกสœแด€แด› แด€ษดส แดแด€ษด แดกษชสŸสŸ แด…แด. แด€ษด แดแด„แด‡แด€ษด แดา“ แด ษชแดสŸแด‡ษดแด„แด‡ ส™แด‡แด›แดกแด‡แด‡ษด แดแด‡ แด€ษดแด… สแดแดœ."

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Armour;; Melkor still owns his armour from the days of his service with the royal guard for the Lady of the Shadowfell. Although he wears it much less then he used to, mainly due to the fact he rarely leaves The Bone Spire and the surrounding palace, when equipped with the protective gear defeating him is a dream few can hope to accomplish. Made of shaped metal, chains, gems and chainmail, this protective shell does not encumber his movement yet still provides the fortification it was designed to give. The horns and talons strike both fear into the hearts of enemies along with serving as functional weapons to reach between the chinks in anotherโ€™s armour. The cobalt stones embedded along the chains provide the armour with the elegance that was expected from one of the royal guard. The one draw-back to his armour is the weight on his wings, preventing him from flying, yet still protecting his most venerable area along with allowing glide-room. In conclusion, his armour creates an impenetrable castle around him, that none should dare to cross.
Home;; In the heart of the Shadowfell, a dark shape looms out of the dusty grey. This ebony castle, built around the skeleton of some ancient, fallen giant, is where the ruler of the Shadowfell makes their home. Although this is where Melkor lives and usually remains, he also takes extended trips into the black-white bone forests of the area, heading to some long forgotten place where he can seek solitude, and escape from his restless mind. His chambers within the castle itself are located within the Bone Spire, the throne room being on the upper level of this circular turret, with dark winding stairs leading down to the main hall and a side door leading to his chambers. Surprisingly, Melkor leads a relatively simple life, his chambers holding little of personal value. This is due to his lack of trust for the few remaining members of his court, as he knows none of them are truly devoted to him.

"Lแด‡า“แด› ษชษด แด›สœแด‡ แดแดส€ษดษชษดษข, แดกสœษชสŸแด‡ สแดแดœ แดกแด‡ส€แด‡ า“แด€sแด› แด€sสŸแด‡แด‡แด˜, ษชษดแด›แด แด€ษด แดแด„แด‡แด€ษด แดา“ แด ษชแดสŸแด‡ษดแด„แด‡, แด€ แดกแดส€สŸแด… แดา“ แด‡แดแด˜แด›ส sแด›ส€แด‡แด‡แด›s."


Bright Lights wrote:Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Iโ€™ve been dreaming of things yet to come
Living, learning, watching, burning
Eyes on the sun

Iโ€™m leaving, gone yesterday
Brutal, laughing, fighting
The price I had to pay

Bright lights, big city
She dreams of love.
Bright lights, big city
He lives to run.

Demon, where did my angel go?
Vacant, vapid, stupid, perfect,
You are the one

A new day, a new age, a new face, a new lay,
A new love, a new drug, a new me, a new you

Bright lights, big city
She dreams of love.
Bights lights, big city
He lives to run.

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I forgive,
Had enough
Time to live
Time to love

Time to live
Time to love
Time to live
Time to love

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh (time to live)
Oh, oh, oh (time to love)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Time to live
Time to love
Time to live
Time to love

Bright lights, big city
She dreams of love
Bright lights, big city
She dreams of love.
Bights lights, big city
He lives to run.

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Kit-Hood;; Melkor was born as a small, black foxerfly in the bustling town that surrounded the Ebon Keep. Built into the stomach cavity of the very same skeleton, the town of Ebon Keep was a harsh place to grow up. From the time he was born, until the time he turned fourteen, Melkor lived a life of his own. His mother was horribly poor, his father killed in one of many wars that swept the empire all too often. In order to survive, he took to thievery, stealing coins from travellers and merchants, taking whatever he could in order to support himself and his family. Despite his growing skills, it was fate that Melkor would be caught one day. At thirteen, Melkor took a risky trip into the castle, seeking medicine for his ailing sister. After his accomplice bailed on him, he was caught by a member of the guard, and, for a time, blackmailed into doing bigger and bigger jobs. Eventually, at fourteen, Melkor was caught. The usual punishment for thieves was death, but somehow {he still does not know how}, Melkor impressed the Lady of the Shadowfell, and was instead initiated into the guard of the Ebon Keep.
Teenage Years;; At fourteen, Melkor was initiated into the ranks of the Guard, a force of warriors dedicated to keeping the town and castle safe from the marauding outside forces. Melkor was not as strong as most of the bulky warriors, but he was swift, and he was smart. His commander was a canine-like creature named Taliea, tawny and black. Even when others scoffed at the small, winged fox, she supported him, trained him, and pushed him past his limits. Of course, any teenaged boy with such a powerful female companion could not help but loving herโ€ฆ despite this, he never admitted his deep affection until a long time down the roadโ€”their friendship meant more to him than love ever could. Under Talieaโ€™s watchful eye, Melkor progressed through the ranks quickly. His midnight pelt allowed him to slip around unseen, gathering important evidence, and discreetly removing those who may oppose the Lady of the Shadowfell. It was no surprise, to him or his fellow guards, when at eighteen he was chosen as a member of the royal guard, and at nineteen he was promoted to commander, with Taliea by his side as Official Spymaster.
Young Adult;; Together, at the top of their ranks, Melkor and Taliea were well-fed, hard-worked and happy. Of course, in a realm as twisted as the Shadowfell, happiness was a plague, and soon extinguished. At the tender age of twenty-one, Melkor watched his beloved companion, friend and mate die. She took a knife in the throat, and fell as sheโ€™d stood, her secrets dying with her. In a fit of rage born of grief, Melkor fled, and, for six months, travelled the empire, seeking a gate to the Underworld. At long last, he found one. Heedless of the risk, Melkor charged inwards, seeking his lost lover. Instead of finding and rescuing his spirit as heโ€™d intended, he encountered a demon, ruthless and cruel as the subterranean world that spawned it. For weeks, the demon tortured Melkor, amusing itself with his pain, toying with him. Many a time the young warrior believed himself to be escaping, to be free once more, only to find it was yet another trick of the monster that held him captive. As the weeks stretched into months, Melkor eventually gave up, succumbing to the darkness and the torture. Finally, after what felt like eternity, the demon released the foxerfly. His pelt, once simply black, was now marked with bones, to warn the world of who he was, and what he had tried, and failed, to do. Before he left, the demon cursed him, giving him as many months of insanity in the upper-world as he had suffered in darkness down in the domain of the dead. On the day Melkor emerged, October thirty-first, he was deep within the depths of his madness. It took him only an hour or two to trek back to the town of Ebon Keep, and even less time to murder the Lady of the Shadowfell. To him, in his crazed state, it seemed the best thing to do. As per tradition, the one to dispose the last monarch was given the throne, and so Melkor claimed the throne for his own.
Now;; It was not long after he returned that the court of Ebon Keep that the court began to call him by the name of Death-Walker, referring to his time spent in the Underworld, and his peculiar, skeleton-like markings. For the next while, he lived under the influence of the curse, but was drifting away from insanity and into solidity. Despite his growing understanding of the world, and his lesser dictatoresqe rule, the court of Ebon Keep, and the domain itself, was falling apart. The visits from merchants grew further and further apart, until they ultimately stopped, driven away by fear for their lives. Melkor, cycling through madness and sanity, tried to stop the guard from leaving, the townspeople from moving out, but nothing he could do when lucid was able to counteract the effects of his curse. Finally, Melkor gave up, allowing those who wanted to leave to go. The entire realm was affected by this, as there was no longer a central ruling system. Slowly, but surely, it fell away, until Melkor was nothing but a cursed king, feared more than loved, ruling a realm that barely existed. Even now, Sir Melkor Death-Walker, Lord of the Shadowfell sits on his broken throne, trying to stop the empire from drifting into oblivion and madness. Naught but the dust and cobwebs keep him company, along with the brave few who dare his insanity-induced wrath.



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--แด‹แด‡แด‡แด˜ษชษดษข สœษชแด sแด€ษดแด‡--

Likes;; Melkor is rather fond of anything bright and cheerful, since he rarely sees such things in a realm painted grey.
Dislikes;; Melkor holds a great hatred for himself. What he tried -- and failed -- to do gives him a deep seated self-loathing.
Favourites;; Melkor's favourite colour is black, his favourite time of day is dusk, his favourite food is anything fresh (as most of the Shadowfell's food is old or rotten), his favourite place is his hidden hollow in the bone forests behind the castle.
Strengths;; Melkor is an excellent fighter, and exceedingly agile, making him almost unbeatable in battle.
Weaknesses;; Emotionally, Melkor is horribly unstable. Quick to anger (and enter a blind rage), Melkor is easily distracted by insults or hatred.
Languages;; Latin || Greek || English || Deep-Speech (language the demon spoke)
Habits;; Melkor stutters when he's very excited or overwhelmed.




//Tสœแด‡ Cส€แดssษชษดษข แดา“ Pแด€แด›สœs//

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-- Pandora is a dear friend of Melkor, and an old ally.
She is the single other in the world he can count on no matter what.


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Nแด‡แดแด‡sษชs

-- Melkor holds a healthy respect for the vengeful Nemesis.
On occasion, he has worked with the purple vixen, and found her both enduring and difficult.




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--As she does with everyone,Phaea did her absolute best to befriend the volatile Lord of the Shadowfell.
Melkor has a neutral opinion about the friendly fae, finding her to gentle to be of much interest to him, but no threat.




"Aษด แดแด„แด‡แด€ษด แดา“ ษดแดษชsแด‡, ษช า“ษชส€sแด› สœแด‡แด€ส€แด… สแดแดœส€ แด แดษชแด„แด‡. ษดแดแดก แดกสœแด สœแด‡ส€แด‡ แด€แดแดษดษข แดœs sแด›ษชสŸสŸ ส™แด‡สŸษชแด‡แด แด‡s ษชษด แด„สœแดษชแด„แด‡? ษดแดแด› ษช."


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xxxxxxxx--แด›สœแด‡ แด„แดœส€sแด‡--
The curse is a constant, unbreakable cycle.
On October thirty-first, Melkor is completely
insane, ruthless and dangerous. Throughout
the year, until around the end of April,
he continuously grows more sane, and finally
upon reaching May first, the date directly six
months across the calendar, he is in a fully
sane state. After this day, he regresses back,
slowly sinking back into madness until once
again reaching October thirty-first and the
entire cycle repeating. Melkor knows of no
way to break this cycle, so lives with it best
as he can.

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//Eแด„สœแดs แดา“ แดแด›สœแด‡ส€ แด›ษชแดแด‡s//

Do What You Have to Do wrote:What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

short story




โ€œT-Taliea! No! Please! No!โ€ The ebony foxerfly scrambled towards the prone body of the fallen canine, skittering on the blood-soaked flagstones. His claws clicked on the stone as he cautiously made his way towards his mate, his heart thundering in his ears. Keeping an outwardly calm appearance, he edged towards her, although inside he was screaming in anguish. โ€œTally?โ€ he asked, finally reaching the larger wolfish-creature. The red of her blood stained the stones, pooling around her, but Melkor ignored it, too focused on finding her amber eyes. Blue met yellow. She was still alive. The much smaller male curled against his mate, hoping, praying that sheโ€™d pull through. Yet her throat was cut, spilling the crimson work of her life upon the uncaring surface of the flagstones. Around them, guards watched and moved, some in shock at the sight of their dying spymaster, others attempting to get help. A voice as dull as the grey landscape that surrounded them cut through the numbness of silence. โ€œDo something.โ€ There was no emotion, no feeling in that dead tone. It took a moment for Melkor to realize it was his own voice, hopeless and so very dead. Everyone else seemed to be moving at the speed of light, while, inside a bubble of time, Melkor and Taliea lay, waiting for the world to wrench them from their slow-motion moment of farewell. โ€œMelโ€ฆโ€ a voice rasped from below him, interspersed with a wet coughing. Blood bubbled at the throat of his beloved, but her eyes caught his and held him there. โ€œMelโ€ฆโ€ she echoed, lifting a soaked paw. โ€œNo Tallyโ€ฆ just stay still and youโ€™ll be okay.โ€ He promised her, going to gently place her paw down. However, she gave a faint shaking of her head, her eyes filled with the truth. She knew she was going to die. Gently, she raised her paw to his cheek, leaving a pawprint of rusted blood on his cheek. โ€œNoโ€ฆ hopeโ€ฆ forโ€ฆ meโ€ฆโ€ she murmured, coughing once more. Melkor gave a pained gasp, shaking his head. Tears were streaming from his crystalline eyes, gently rolling onto her tacky fur. โ€œTalieaโ€ฆ I wonโ€™t let you go, I swear it! How could I? I love you Tallyโ€ฆ Tallyโ€ฆ. I love you.โ€ His words sped up, blurring together. Suddenly, the slow motion of the world shattered. In the blink of an eye, she whispered a final farewell, a singular moment of love that was extinguished with the end of her life. The guards buzzed in, and someone pulled Melkor away. Far away, a distant voice screamed. Melkor thought it was him, but could not tell for sure. His body convulsed, his eyes rolled back into his head. โ€œTALIEA!โ€ he wailed, just as something smacked him across the head and his world went black.





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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby FoxerOwl » Tue Oct 07, 2014 4:32 pm

omg reserve
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talent; is a "prop" for many haunted houses over the world; is used for 30-45 minutes for each house to be a prop, then jump out at kids and teenagers and adults alike; however, must stay in character, meaning no one knows hes a real foxer
how he got this talent; when he was young, he wasn't really all the popular. some bullies tackled him one day and tied the spoopy signs on, and superglued them tight. however, while the spoopy sign on his muzzle looks like it's tied around his jaw, it is not. the string is not tied and simply superglued to the fur around the muzzle, not inside of it.
he has never been able to get the signs off. he has learned to live with them.


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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby Bookworm5515 » Wed Oct 08, 2014 12:28 pm

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Name: ฯ‚ฮ…แŽกแŽพแฒแŽฏฮ ฮ…ฯ‚ (a variation on "Rowan"
Gender: แฑฮ…แŽทแŽฏแแ‹ฮ…แฑ
Age: 20
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Bio:In the form of a poem
The harsh biting wind of this October night
Cutting through the air like a knife
Four tiny lives aglow in the dark-
All but one, he's a species apart

His midnight coat, dark as shadow
Cold blue eyes, bright yet subtle
Spirits stir in their graves,
Drawn to him, they sit and wait

He can hear their sighs
Their wailing cries
Demanding to be let back to this place
To see again, their loved one's face
(A request, impossible to grant)

Skeleton aglow with greens and blues
Casting shadows in their different hues
He can see that they're watching with dread
As he raises the long-ago dead

Promptly kicked out of house and home
He's now doomed to forever roam
Walking the well-worn path of despair
Saying "Why don't they care?"

A year passes, and again it's that time
Hallow'eens nigh, and nobody's in sight
As he makes his way to the graveyard
Walking through, his path unbarred

Sitting in front of a solemn tomb
He wait and waits, watching as the darkness looms
Looking one last time to the stars beyond
He lets the shadows take him-and just like that, he's gone

Morning reigns victorious, light shines upon the ground
In the graveyard, there's nought a sound
Nothing in front of that tomb is found
All but a bright silver charm

And now from that day on
At Halloween, if you don't make a sound
You could catch a glimpse of a ghostly tail
The air ringing with the spirit's wails

Charm-a scythe. He technically never got one, but well, that's what it would be if he had one.
Talent: Raising the dead.
C'mon wrote:It's getting late and I
Cannot seem to find my way home tonight
Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole
Falling for forever
Wonderfully wandering alone


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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby Fiend » Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:01 am

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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby fallen.galaxy » Fri Oct 10, 2014 3:47 am

spoopy watches owo
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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby FrostFox » Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:10 am

Username: FrostFox
Name: Blair
Gender: female
Talent: raising and training bats
Charm: a silver bat with emerald eyes around her neck

Takes place in an abandoned mine

When I awoke this morning my chamber was musty, as usual. I rolled out of bed and whistled a spooky tune. Several bats came in carrying a basin of warm water and a small towel. Once they left I proceeded to wash my paws and face. When I was finished I whistled again. The bats came back in and brought my cloak and cleaned up the basin.

As I left my chamber I bumped into one of the younger spookers. "Sorry!" He squeaked. "It's quite alright." I replied. He bowed quickly and carried on down the corridor. I was very nervous because today was my ceremony to become the Bat Mistress.

As I came closer to the meeting chamber I could hear all the foxerflies inside. I entered and everything became quite, I could feel their eyes watching me. Once on stage I bowed before the chief, when I rose I said my oaths to train bats for all spookers. I dropped my offering into the glass bowl at the front of the stage. I then made my way down the steps, when I stepped of the last step the room erupted into cheers.

*a spooker is a foxerfly who takes an oath to create chaos on Halloween night
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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby ikaroony » Thu Oct 16, 2014 4:55 am

So cute. Resing for my art/story. Marking.
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Re: Foxerfly #205 - Sir Spoopy Spider Skelly

Postby emberheart. » Sun Oct 19, 2014 3:32 am

Friendly reminder for y'all to work on your forms before it's to late, Halloween will be here before you know it!

I really hope to give a bunch of rus, but you guys have to work for them c;
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Postby epimetheus » Sun Oct 19, 2014 3:52 am

not trying, im afraid ono
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