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Read the red writing on the first post! It may be helpful! <33

[craig?]

*marks*
Just a mark no fret
Helping someone with their form

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[koi97]

How long can the stories be if you writing out one? Just want to make sure so I don't go overboard.
(I tend to when it comes to writing stories XD)

[goneleft]

^ that too
also
what color are his eyes? instead of the contacts? because it would play along with the story i have
unless you dont want that, its cool

[Mazkerati]

Words are unlimited, as with illustrations. Just gotta be more than 4 c;

And only Harlow and Azazael know his eye colour, no other plumie ;3 Even tho there are pictures on my DA huehuehue

[Mazkerati]

New end date has been set. Turns out I actually wont be at home for new years day, or the whole week after D;

[~Arrow~]

Username;;~Arrow~
Name;;Zerda
Gender;;Female
Short personality;; Zerda is quiet, listening and waiting a lot, but when she’s ready to take action she’s stealthy, adaptive, smart, and a quick thinker but be warned that this little lady is much much tougher then she looks and if poked at the wrong way, she won’t be afraid to punch you in the face.
Adoptive family?;; After finding out about her, Zerda quickly seeked her out and after a while Artisan (Also known as Lady Bellecourt ) soon become her adoptive mother, choosing her not because of her beauty but because of her grace and stealth.
Illustrated story of how Zayn and her meet for the first time...and what happens after;;



“He never came back… mom died… Father disappeared. I was… alone.”

– December 5 2014, 12 days after my birth

Adding to above journal entry (1 minute and 28 seconds later)

“But I will find hope. Maybe father will come back… but father has been gone so long. Maybe there isn’t much hope left that father would come back. I have to believe that I will survive and that I will find my family again.”

“After mom died I realized I was much smarter than an average child. I searched through the house, looking for anything that might give me hope. After searching for a while I found a journal, hidden in the attic and after opening it I realized it was my mothers. It started a couple of month’s back before I was born, and it had said that father had left to find food but hadn’t come back. She was worried he was in danger or even worse dead. Zayn (whoever Zayn was, maybe a traveler?) had just come back to the house when he found out father was missing so he went looking for him… he didn’t come back either… I hadn’t believed it and I cried for about an hour after reading that…”

– December 5 2014, 12 days after my birth, second entry for the day



(Present day)
Closing the dusty old journal with a sigh I shook my head, frustrated. Father had never come back, nobody had. If I hadn’t left I would’ve died, with no one to take care of me. But I was strong and found my way to Artisan, my adoptive mother I guess you could say. She with more like a sister to me but I called her mother sometimes, when I was in a good mood. After living life without someone to guide me for a month or so I soon became desperate and turned into a dangerous thief. I wanted someone who could teach me and I had heard and found out about Artisan. She was both, a thief yet graceful and lady like, and exactly what I wanted and needed in someone.

Life was what I thought better, but my heart was always trying to hold onto hope, and it had almost killed me before. I wasn’t planning on doing it again.

There was going to be a very large ball, at very rich people’s houses tonight. I was planning on looking my best for the ball, as Artisan was known well around as a fine lady so when word spread that she had an adoptive daughter (a beautiful one at that) I was invited as to.





The stars were dancing when I finally stepped out of my tent. Artisan had already left, being that the party had started an hour go and I, getting ready after doing some hunting, was to get there on my own by horse.

I quite honestly didn’t like parties but Artisan always insisted I went, as I became favorable of the rich, Nobles, and King’s and Queen’s. Especially balls because they were always hosted by the Kings and Queens, and that meant more riches to steal from there.

As I rode my way across and endless desert my gleaming white dress sparkled and flowed in the breeze. Of course I had to wear a dress to but I loved these ones, they made me feel beautiful and special. Or like the moon. Bright and glowing in the night sky. A few craters here or there but the thing I loved the most about the moon was that it is the most visible at night, just like me, a bright star across the vast desert.





Different markers such as marked cactus or stone markings guided me to the royal’s ball. The markers were getting closer and closer to the village and as I approached the village was bursting with life. Paint was everywhere, on the streets and houses, and beads were being given out to the children. Apparently everyone was turning up to at least enjoy the royal’s ball, and it almost made me want to go join the fun.

Sitting on my horse, the sweet music of the village filled my ears, and I closed my eyes to enjoy it for a second… But the peace of the laughter and music was taken away when my eyes flashed open, my horse rearing up, and black smoke engulfing both of us. My horse was struggling in the smoke, shaking a kicking trying to get away from it. My eyes were stinging badly, and probably the horses were to. She reared up again but this time I wasn’t prepared and I came tumbling off my horse, dress covered in sand, my eyes still burning from the smoke. Eyes burning, I turned to see where my horse was, but when I looked up my horse was not alone. A black plumie in a brown and black cape had mounted my horse and was already galloping away as fast as my little horse could go.

“NOBODY STEALS FROM ME!!!” I yelled after the stranger, struggling to get up from the sand. After stumbling up and starting after the thief in a run, I thought of anything I could do to slow him down, anything that meant I could get my horse back for horses were not easy to steal and Artisan wouldn’t be happy if I lost my gal. An arrow… I had small little arrow’s that could knock a bird from the sky but without killing it. It just possibly might be enough to stop my horse and the thief.

From watching the horse I noticed two things. 1. That the horse was getting worn out from running faster than top speed for 5 minutes, which I never ran her that fast. 2. They would be heading into the village by the way the horse was turning a bit, and the thief was leaning. I could still catch up to them… Running as fast as I could I bolted down to the village, jumping behind a cart of bananas and waiting. I knew they would be coming down this road. It was small and towards the back of the village but lead straight towards the castle.

Pulling a small arrow and bow from a secret pocket in my dress they bolted by. I wasn’t quick enough to shoot but I was fast enough to chase after them and once I got in a good range, I fired, hitting my horse right on the rear.

Rearing up her back legs in shock, and surprise she stomped her hooves pounding on the ground, giving a giant hissy fit. As I watched the thief struggled with her, tugging on her hair, trying to calm her but nothing could stop this crazy horse now. My eyes grew wide as suddenly she bucked the thief off, right to where I had been standing in an empty alley way, the thief barreling into me before I could get out of the way.





The thief hit the ground first and they rolled over each other before falling into a giant heap on the ground. Growling, I jumped up and glared at the thief. He was laying on the ground, his hood having fallen down as I could see his wild hair, much like mine… I couldn’t believe this guy, had stolen my horse, and he was going regret it. He was starting to wake and I was made, which wasn’t a smart idea because I wasn’t afraid. Grabbing his hair, and pulling his head up I round up and punched him as hard I could in the face. He gave a painful and angry yowl, jumping up and slamming me against a rock. “You better be careful girly. Because of you do that again, I wouldn’t be surprised if Zayn might kill you.” He spat, his teeth bared.





Smirking I smiled, “You said might.” And ducked out from under him, rolling over to a corner and flipping a knife out, at first hidden in my dress. He advanced towards me but stopped, realizing I was only a mere child. Chuckling he leaned against the wall. ”You said your name was Zayn. You don’t happen to have lived in a forest and went looking for my father at one time?” I said carefully, watching his every movement. He shook his head, “Maybe but even if I did why would I tell you?” He asked me, glaring a cold deep stare into my soul. I just stared back disgusted, “Because you stole my horse and I have a very good description of you and plus if you are who you really are I’ve been looking for you.” I said staring into his soul back at him.

He watched me for a while and I could tell he was thinking weather to trust me or not. After a minute he shrugged, snarling at me, “So what if I did, but yah I did. Now tell me who you are and how you know who I am?” He spat pointing a blade at me.
I sighed, this guy was not easy to deal with. “I was born a couple months ago and I lived in a forest. My mother had died a few days afterwards, and soon I found her diary. It had said her husband, my father had gone missing, and someone named Zayn had gone looking for him but had never come back. She named me Zerda.”

Zayn had been looking away and listening but stumbled now, glancing back me. His expression went blank, as he stared at me, before moving his eyes up to my hair. “I was… I think you’re… my little sister.” He said warily. “Your hair and mine match perfectly, and when I was younger I went looking for my father.” He said taking a step forward towards me. We glared at each other for a second before saying in rhythm, “How do I know I can trust you?” I sighed after saying that. “I believe you.” I said after a minute or two of silence. He looked up surprised. “I think we are brother and sister. But you can go on with your own life of whatever you’re doing and… I will survive.” I said watching his expression closely. His eyes softened for a moment before turning dark again and he growled, “I want… to possibly see you again. Or write to you. I never knew I had a sister, but I did know mom was pregnant though… and when I was younger I looked for you…” He said after a moment. “I need to go but… I might see you later.” He said gruffly before turning and starting to head down the alley. Now I was sure I was dreaming but I really wasn’t. I had found out whom Zayn was and that I also had a brother.





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[koi97]

Good luck. Just posting this because I don't know how often I will be on due to finals coming up and the need to study ^^
The owner does have a choice of using the sketches I used for the story and such, just please credit me ^^

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Is this beinging closed today? Or do I have some time to finish my last piece of art?