l i s e t t e ; wrote:I want a custom Crystinalian!
Username: a l e r i e;;
Colour palettes: I quite enjoy this palette, with the blue and green for the crystals.
Markings: Could I have this as the pattern?
Edits/accessories: Could the crystals be glowing? And perhaps have the feathers and extra crystals similar but not exactly the same as the December 23 advent Cryst?
Other: I will be using my custom ticket. c:
I agree to abide by the species rules: Of course!
I'm not sure if I am supposed to PM this to someone, but if I am I can easily take this down. And if it is too early I can take it down; it said open on the front page which is why I am posting.
Name: Tsuyakeshi | Origin: Japanese | Meaning: Frosted | Gender: Male | Orientation: Hetrosexual | Pen number: 2
Will you make any use of the Cryst?:
Yes, he shall be part of my Crystinalian "Clan" and he
shall be very loved. I plan to write about him, RP him
sometime, get him art and the like. I shall love and
admire him all the time and show off him and his
awesomeness! I love this boy's delicate, yet fierce
look and hope to give him a good and loving home
with me.
Notes About Him:
- The swirls on his fur disappear when he is in a warm location.
- His crystals are cold like ice, but do not melt of course.
- Prefers to live in the northern mountains.
- He likes to chew on ice when he is bored.
- He likes sleeping on hard surfaces like packed dirt or stone.
- He loves the snow and his favorite season is winter.
- Likes seeing the steam from his crystals in a hot spring.
Personality:
Tsuyakeshi is elegant and graceful, yet fierce and loyal. He makes sure his actions and words are smooth and pleasing to the eye and ears. Yet he can fight long and hard against any enemy that so dares attack him. He is a loner and dislikes living with others, but does not mind visiting once and a while, even when he visits though, he tends to stay disconnected and reserved from the others, unwilling to get too close to anyone, afraid of losing them. He is willing to protect any Cryst from the hunters, for he would rather save an enemy from a hunter, then allow the hunters to get what they want. He hates the hunters more then anything and would team up with anyone to get rid of them, but he would not join a group for any other reason then that.He enjoys cold temperatures and is more used to them then others tend to be because he is constantly cold due to the crystals on his back. He does not mind warm weather though, it is just not his favorite. He enjoys a dip in a hot spring once and a while normally to watch the steam from the conflicting temperatures of his crystals and the water, and also to watch the unusual aspect of his fur, the fact that the swirls disappear when he is warm. Another thing he enjoys is sleeping on hard surfaces. He can not usually sleep in a soft nest or soft ground like loose soil or forest floor, tossing and turning all night. On a harder surface he finds it makes him tougher and better fit for survival, also he can better feel vibrations of anything large moving around, making him feel more reassured that he'll be alerted to danger.
History:
She was so beautiful, her colors of autumn and shimmering gold eyes. Her crystals were a beautiful amber color, and they were shimmering in the light that peaked through the canopy as she moved quietly through the trees, searching for her prey, a herd of deer that normally traveled through these woods around this time of year. It was winter time and she stood out against the white snow and bare trees, giving her a disadvantage in hunting, until her buried herself beneath the snow, hiding her body, but leaving her crystals exposed, peaking up above the snowy blanket. This interested me quite a bit as I was never taught to hunt properly and did not understand what she was do exactly, I just used my light colors to my advantage in winter. I waited and watched, hoping to find out her reason for doing this, for quite some time I sat there, hiding behind the trees against the white snowy backdrop, waiting to see what would happen, then finally, the herd arrived. They were not far from the female who buried herself in the snow, and they seemed to be fascinated by the crystals sticking out of the snow. A young doe wandered up, sniffing and poking at the crystals, seeing what they were, they assumed they were safe, and a few others joined the doe in their exploration of the strange phenomenon. They all snooped around the area and poked at the crystals until a large, yet young buck came wandering up the strange bunch of amber crystals.
A flurry of snow and the startled deer made it obvious that the female had leaped free of her snowy hiding spot and made her move. When the snow settled, I could see her with her prize. Her jaw around it's neck, having just made the killing blow. She looked pleased with her work and did not notice as I came out of my hiding spot and started walking over to her. She was just getting ready to drag her prey back to wherever she was from when I finally spoke up. "That is a very handy technique you have there." I saw her jump, startled, and spin around to face me, growling at me, fear in her eyes. I stood there, calm, and then sat in front of her waiting for her also to calm down. She gave me a suspicious look, before relaxing a bit. "Who are you?' She gave me a suspicious, yet curious turn of of the head. I smiled at her before I introduced myself. "My name it Tsuyakeshi, but you may call Kesh." I dipped my head to her, and then waiting for her to introduce herself as well. She hesitated, clearly unsure if she should trust me or not, but he relented and gave me her name. "My name is Ayita." My smile grew as I got a reply. "Ayita, what a pretty name."
This was our first meetings and we would be friends for quite some time after this day, until the hunters took her from me. I will never forget that day, and neither will the other witness who saw the death of such a gentle soul, a soul so special to both of us in different ways. To me, she was my closest friends, and I think I loved her. To him she was a younger sister whom he cared about so deeply. Both of us would morn that night, and both of us will never forget the blood stained snow.
I was headed to the place me and Ayita normally hunted together. I enjoyed hunting with her and learning from her, but this day was different. I saw markings in the snow where someone had hid, most likely Ayita, to use her crystals for hunting, her normal technique, but she was gone now. She would not have left unless it was important on one of our hunting days together. I looked around a little more, finding the boot tracks of a hunter. A sudden dread filled me as I saw them, then I found Ayita's tracks heading the other direction. I started to run, following Ayita's tracks, fear filling me as I ran further and further without seeing her. Then I realized she was trying to circle around. It hit me then that she would most likely make her way into the large field not far from here, so I turned and make a short cut to the field, stopping at the edge of the field.
It was like time had slowed. I saw Ayita, the hunter, the gun and another cryst. I saw the hunter pulling the trigger and the look of sadness in Ayita's eyes. I was helpless as I saw the bullet pierce into her beautiful soul. Her eyes glazed over and blood dripped down her side before I saw her fall with a soft thud in the snow. A pool of blood turned the snow around her red. She didn't even see me, her eyes were only on the other cryst who stood on the edge of the field, shock and horror written on his face. The hunters did not see him though, and left him be, along with myself, as they took Ayita's body, to be made in to decorations and blankets.
I did not notice when the other cryst left, I actually left before him, following the hunter who took away my friend, the girl I had fallen in love with. Anger and rage filled my soul, creating an unquenchable hate for the hunters. I would not let them take their prize, I would not let them make my Ayita into a stuffed display, no, I would make sure she got the burial she deserved, but how could I do such a thing? I formulated a plan in my head as I trotted through the forest, following the trail left by the hunter and his prize. My hatred grew with every step as I saw evidence of how he treated her body, dragging her through the snow, dropping her roughly a few times. She may have been dead, but the hunter should respect the one whose life he had just taken, she died for his use and now he was treating her like waste, like she was nothing. It angered me.
From the many stories and legends of our kind, the natives always respected the Crystinalians, respecting us and thanking us for our lives that have provided them with things they need. I started to wonder what happened to the respectful people of the land, how could the people become such horrible creatures who kill just for the sake of killing. Angry tears came to my eyes as I picked up the pace to keep up with the hunter. My thoughts, filled with rage, confusion, and sadness, wandered as we got closer the hunter's cabin. I stopped on the edge of the clearing surrounding the cabin as the hunter brought Ayita's body to a small shack around the back. I watched him as he latched it shut, but he didn't seem to put a lock on it. I waited in silence as he left and entered the cabin, having put away his prize to work with later.
I trotted quietly around the edge of the clearing, staying within the shadows of the trees until I was close enough to the hut, then I entered the wide open space and looked around. I started up my trot again and came to the door of the shack. I shifted my weight to my hind legs and lifted my front, placing one paw against the wall of the building to keep myself upright. I started to fiddle with the latch, trying to loosen it, then it finally opened when I pushed the latch upward with the back of my paw. I fell back onto all four paws and opened the door with my nose, peeking inside for any danger. Nothing seemed dangerous and so I entered, looking around in the dim light, trying to find Ayita. My eyes adjusted, and there she was, her body laid on a wooden table along the far wall. I looked behind me before entering the shack and pulling her body down from the table, and onto my back, just behind my crystals.
I was soon out of the shack, leaving the clearing and into the woods, taking Ayita to give her the burial she deserved. I thought about places to bury her, wondering if I could find her family and return her body to them, but then I thought of the perfect place. Our favorite place was always the creek. It is where we always met for our hunting trips and the best place for hunting. I knew she would have loved to be buried there, it was such a beautiful spot to be laid to rest. I headed off towards the creek to bury her, and to finish helping her out for the last time.
Notes About The Stories Below:
The first two stories are not from Tsuyakeshi's point of view, but from Ayita's and Oscar's.
Ayita's sotry was written before the competition, but I have since edited it to include this boy.
Oscar's story takes place two years after the death of Ayita, his sister.
The third story is just a happy story to contrast against all the sadness and death.
Ayita's Story:
The day was a cold, beautiful winter day. The snow sparkled in the light and the icicles shimmered where they hung. I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze ruffle my pelt. Unlike my brother, I was a winter cub, born two winters after my brother was born. I walked through the snow towards the entrance, planning on meeting my secret hunter partner, Tsuyakeshi, and hoping to catch something large for the elders to eat. I headed towards the creek where we normally met for hunting and when I got there, Tsu was not there, so I dug a hole in the snow to hide, my crystals peeking above the surface. I was seeing if I could catch something before Tsu arrived.
I crouched there for quite some time before I heard movement, but it was not Tsu, or any form of prey. I knew the scent of a hunter from a mile away. I dug deeper into the snow, hoping to hide myself and the crystals that were peeking above the snow, and it worked, for the meantime anyways. The hunter passed and I got up, looking at the tracks the hunter had left. It was headed straight towards the camp, my family. I couldn't let it reach there, but the only way to stop it was to kill it or die. I started to run the other way, making as much noise as I could, sending the hunter running in my direction as fast as he could.
I continued to run and run till I reached a large field. I knew he was going to catch me, I knew I was going to die. I thought of my family, the elders and my brother as I ran across the field, waiting for the bullet to pierce my heart. There stood my brother at the edge of the field, everything seemed to be in slow motion as we made eye contact and the shot went off. I felt it and stopped dead in my tracks. I stared at my brother, knowing he thought it was his fault this was happening. I tried to tell him with my eyes that it wasn't for I could no longer speak. My vision blurred and my muscles went limp, then I fell to the ground, my vision black and no longer able to see my brother. My last thought before I died, was "I love you".
Oscar's Story:
It has been two years since her death, and even though I still miss her, I no longer shed tears over her death. She was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it, but I could remember the happy times we spent together and the good things about her life. Keeping this image of her alive has helped me to smile when I think of her instead of cry. I had pushed the image of her death to the back of my mind, trying not to remember what I witnessed that day, and it had worked, until I met him, the only other witness to the murder of my dear sister, a friend I never knew she had.
I had gone out to find some fresh moss to use for a sick cub. He needed some water and the moss we had was used by another sick Cryst and our healer did not want to reuse it with such a young cryst. So I was sent out to find some fresh moss for the child. I headed towards the creek and started searching along the edges. I saw a good clump of moss on a stony patch and started to trot along the shore towards it. I was almost there when I tripped over a small mound I didn't notice. I fell down, unable to catch myself, my chin hitting the dirt. I stood up and shook myself off before looking at the mound.
It was no ordinary mound, it seemed to have been made, not formed. I looked at it curiously, wondering who had made it and why, then I noticed the freshly picked flowers sitting on top of it. It must have been a grave of some sort, but for whom, and who buried them. They were not from our little tribe as we always buried our members whose bodies we could retrieve at a small clearing not far from our camp. No one has been buried by the creek as far as we knew, and if it was a creature from the early days, then there would not be any fresh flowers here. I stared at it a while longer, confused and curious, but I tried to shake it off and I walked over to collect some of the moss I had spotted.
"It's you." I was startled by the strange voice, and I slipped on the rocks. I fell into the creek with a splash, and as I gained my balance on the creek bed I coughed up the little bit of water that got into my windpipe. I looked over to see where the voice had come from to see a male Crystinalian I had never seen before. I gave him a suspicious look, and stood up to get out of the water. I kept him in my sight as I moved out of the water and onto dry land. I shook myself off to dry my fur a little and I faced the strange male. His words then clicked in my head. How did he know me?
"How do you know me?' I asked, my fur standing up and my muscles tensed, ready to either fight or flee. He seemed very calm, but he seemed to be ready to defend himself. "I saw you, two years ago." He replied. I stared at him, wondering when and where he had seen me so long ago, and how did he remember me if it was so long ago. "You stood on the edge of the field, you saw her die. You knew Ayita, my friend." My eyes went wide with shock, and I looked at the ground in thought, as he spoke, and I remembered that day two years ago, as I watched my sister get killed by a hunter. "I'm curious, how do YOU know her?" I lifted my head to look at him again. "She was my sister." He seemed to get a sad look in his eyes. "Then you may want to know, that the grave you tripped on is her final resting place." I spun around to look at the mound, a shock and sadness coming over me. "I retrieved her body from the hunters and buried her here by the creek where we always met each other." I did not look at him as he spoke, I just stared at the grave. after a time he came over and sat next to me. We sat there in silence together, remembering that night. Remembering my sister and his friend.
The Hot Springs:
Oscar and I had since become friends, but I have not allowed myself to get to close to him. I think it makes him sad, but he allows it as he knows how much it hurt to lose Ayita. I am happy to have him around though, it's comforting knowing that I am not alone and he feels the same way I do. We would go hunting together and he started teaching me about different plants he had found which really helped with wounds or sickness, especially since I was living alone. He taught me so much, but I hadn't showed him anything thus far. I decided to share with him something that I found quite fun and relaxing.
Oscar had never been to a hot spring before and so I decided to take him to my favorite place. A small natural hot spring a little ways up the mountain. It was about a two hour hike from the creek, but it was worth the trip. It was a snowy day as we hiked through the snow up the mountain. A light sprinkle came down on us as we came to the small pool of water, surrounded by rocks that were made smooth from the water. A steam rose up from the pool as snow landed on it's surface, the small snowflakes melting immediately. I looked to Oscar who seemed fascinated by the natural phenomenon.
I smiled as I thought came to mind, and so while Oscar had his back turned to me, I went over and gave him a good shove. I heard an audible gasp before he hit the water and went under, splashing me in the process. Steam rose from my crystals as the warm water hit the ice cold gems. I chuckled as Oscar came back to the surface and looked up at me with glaring eyes like he was trying to burn a hole in my head. It took a few moments for me to stop laughing, and a few splashes from Oscar, but when I was done, I jumped in with him, splashing him. A big cloud of steam rose from the water as I went under. The pool was not deep, but the bottom was pretty slippery.
The pool was not deep, allowing us to stand so the water was just at our bellies. I came back up above the surface to a startled and awed Oscar. Before I even had a chance to ask why he had that look on his face, he was next to me poking at my crystals and inspecting my fur. "How are your crystals still as cold as ice...?" I laughed as he poked around and investigated. "And your marking... the swirls in your fur are gone...?" I sat there amused for almost the rest of the time there, as Oscar looked confused and curious about the strangeness of my fur and crystals.
On our way home, I only told him one thing. "Now you know why my name is Tsuyakeshi." I smiled smugly as we made our way back down the mountain and to the creek where we went our separate ways. He went back to his little tribe or clan, and I went back to the cave that I called home, where I smiled happily over the day's events for the rest of the evening.
Notes About My Form:
- Oscar is mine and his info can be found here.
- Ayita is Oscar's sister, not officially made, not owned.
- Some art comes with rules, whoever wins, please PM me.
- I would like to thank everyone who helped me! <333
- Special thanks to all the artists mentioned! --->
Art Credits:
- Designed by Skritnaja
- Pixel by Prince Virus
- Tag in personality by Sixbane
- Sketches/Linearts by Gingler
- Crystals by BrightHeaven
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