[crackerbox_palace]

Name: bolt
Gender: male
Myth:
It was a dark and stormy night (lololoolol) and rain pelted the plains of Texas. A massive thunderstorm was on it's way, and Bolt was in the center of it. He slowly paced forward as the heavy wind and rain pushed him around, like a cat playing with a dying mouse. The smokey-black sky illuminated with a bright blue bolt- lighting. Bolt was out in the center of the plains, and vulnerable to getting struck by lightning. That didn't worry him at all. The odds of getting hit by lighting are extremely low. You are more likely to get killed by a vending machine. But today, Bolt wasn't going to get killed by a vending machine- he was going to get shocked by lightning. Bolt felt the fur on his neck and mane shiver wildly, and then there was a CRACKKKK, and a FLASHHH, and then there was silence. Bolt opened his eyes. His tail drowned with pain. There was a burn on his upper tail where he had been shocked. It was still dark outside, and Bolt couldn't see. But he did see something- as he inspected his tail, he saw light- his own light. He was glowing! Bolt couldn't believe his eyes, first he'd survived the lightning bolt, now, he was glowing! He also had fear- fear, that this brilliant light ue was producing would vanish... but reader, it didn't.

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[Dragonets-of-destiny]

Rip, I edited ;-;

[_Alex_]

username;
_Alex_

name;
Curare

gender;
male

myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow?
It is said that there once was a pack of Viscets so large and so strong that not one, but three Alphas were needed to lead. For centuries, this pack (known only as The Pack) thrived, hidden deep within the Amazon jungle. Everything changed though, when the white men invaded the land. Never before had The Pack seen humans with skin so pale. They were used to humans with skin as dark as the cocoa beans that grew on trees or no lighter than the bark of the great mangrove tree. And together, they lived peacefully. The viscets of the jungle and the dark skinned humans. But these humans, with their pale white skin and fair hair, were a different breed of human. Unlike the dark skinned, the pale faces were ruthless and viscous. They listened not to the song of the forest but rather to the song of their greed. Armed with sticks that shot lightning and blades sharper than a visclings claw, they rode beasts that were as fast as the fastest viscet and far stronger. For once, The Pack, was facing a threat they could not beat. So on the night of the blood moon, the Alphas meet under the light of the moon. The first Alpha, a large yellow male with red markings who could pull even the largest tree out of the ground, proposed his plan first. "I propose that we fight these pale faces head on. We have the numbers and the strength. We could kill them all before the night is over." The second Alpha, a small purple female with bright pink markings who could outrun the even the fastest wind, proposed her plan second. "I propose that we flee from these white ones. We are faster than them. We can be safely hidden by morning." The third Alpha, an old two gendered viscet with greying green fur and electric blue markings spoke last. "While both of your ideas are good, neither are what is best for our people. I propose that we make peace with the strange ones. If we run, they shall hunt us down and kill us. And with their weapons of fire and lightning, they shall slaughter us in a fight." They looked between they're fellow Alphas. "If we want our people to survive, peace is the only way." Together as one, the two young Alpha's shook their heads. "No, my people will not fight nor shall they make peace." the female said. "And my people shall not run or make peace." The male said. "Then we shall split The Pack into three." The oldest said. "And hope the gods are merciful upon us." The two younger Alphas locked eyes and shook their heads. Neither had faith in their gods. In their minds, there were no gods. The next morning, the Alphas gathered The Pack and explained the situation. Those who wished to fight would go with the male. Those who wished to flee would go with the female. And those who wished to make peace would stay and welcome the white ones with the eldest Alpha. The next morning when the white faces arrived, they were met with the sight of twenty viscets standing proud among their city. They were the few who had stayed. Who wished to make peace with those who could easily destroy them. Together, the twenty gave the pale humans many gifts. Berries of the sweetest caliber. The tenderest meat from the youngest of deer. Golden bracelets that had been polished so thoroughly they could be used as a mirror. Each of the white faces were measured, and each was given a piece of armor or jewelry. The viscets gifted the commanders with elaborate paintings. And, through a series of gestures, warned the humans of the viscet army that awaited them just miles ahead. One viscet, a black and green male, even pledged himself to the white men to serve as a mount for the small female healer that accompanied the warriors. So pleased were the white ones with these gifts, that they swore to never harm the members of this small pack. Each and every one of the twenty was given a collar to wear as a symbol of their peace. And the healer, so touched by the black and green one's servitude, blessed him through the power of her god. To the surprise of all the viscet's present, the viscet goddess of healing and peace appeared before all gathered. with a small smile, she gently headbutted the black and green one. With a flash of brilliant blue light, electric blue markings appeared all over his coat. "You have strove to make peace and create healing beyond all others." she said in a light airy voice. "So I gift to you the power of healing. For the rest of your days you shall be able to heal any wound that you lay your paws on. And so shall your descendants if they so happen to be born bearing my markings. The same markings that you now bare." Before he could thank her, the goddess was gone. From that day onward, the black, green, and blue viscet served his people and humans like as the greatest healer to touch the earth. There was no would he could not heal and no sickness that he could not cure. People came from far and wide to be healed in his presence. And so committed was he to his cause, that he charged not a single cent for his payment. And on the day he died peacefully in his sleep from old age, his great-granddaughter hatched out of her egg, bearing the same markings he had. And so the cycle continued. Healer after healer was born from the same bloodline. The only catch however, was that the next healer was hatched on the day the last healer died. And so Curare, the great-great-great-grandson of the original healer, who's name literally means to heal, the one who can heal any wound, proudly carries the glowing blue markings of his patron goddess. (1013 words)

[QueenAxolotl]

username; StarRayGlowButt
name; Glofias
gender; nale
myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow?:
Glofias was quantum physist who was in a secret experiment that would either create endless energy for the people to use, or a horrible horrible bomb that would literally twist time and space at the place where the the bomb blew up at. Glofias was horrified when he found out that the military was pretending to fund the program, feeding them lies that they were going to create world peace with the quantum energy, and we're actually using them to make the very bomb that they feared. Glofias pleaded with the officialsame to stop their madness, that they were only going to create a rip in the fabric of our reality, but the military didn't care. They were at war with another country and they wanted to win. Glofias ran up to his project and defied them, only to get a nasty blow that pushed him right into his experiment, causing his very molecules to change. He would disappear and reappear at different intervals, screaming in agony as his body would change. The lab coat he wore burst in a blueish green fire and he fell the floor, heaving and panting, then he attacked. All the lights went out but you can see blue glowing from Glofias and red from the military's fire arms and screams and yelling. Glofias became a glowing beast with unlimited knowledge and power of quantum energy

[grapejuice]

username; grapejuice
name; Narfi
gender; Male
myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow?
It is said that he is a fallen angel, cast down from the heavens for meddling with the lives of mortals for his own amusement. There are also rumors of him having died long ago, but he has risen to seek out a new host body for his restless soul. But why do his markings glow? Is he really a fallen angel, who interfered with mortals and was cast out by the gods? Or is he a wandering soul, looking to join the living once more? Truthfully, not even Narfi understands why his markings glow. You see, as a young Viscling, the markings were rather dull, and would only emit a soft glow when he was feeling afraid [he has a crippling fear of the dark] or when he was feeling loved [it's almost as if he were blushing; when he cuddled up to his mother, or found himself staring too long at a particularly attractive Viscet]. As he grew older, however, the glowing became more frequent, and come sunset, he would be like a firefly, lit up and easy to spot in a dark field. During the day, it is commonly believed that he absorbs energy from the sun, much like a solar panel, and this energy fuels his glowing markings once the sun has set. While it's very odd, it provides Narfi with an unusual sense of comfort, that he's grown to appreciate.

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[Teeze]

username; Teeze
name; Shavere (pronounced Shuh-Veer)
gender; Male
myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow? Shavere spends much of his time exploring cave systems in search of things that glitter and shine in the sunlight or glow in the dark. He has brought up many wonderful treasures from the deep. He has collected, traded, and given away all sorts of crystals and rocks. He created both indoor and outdoor gardens for his exotic looking plants. And he even has pet glow worms that he breeds. All his life he marveled at and secretly envied the glow and sparkle that he found around him; until he came across something in a deep cavern that changed his life forever. He had been exploring an area of cave he had found a little farther away from home than he usually traveled. The cave opening had been small and he almost missed it entirely. He had no way of knowing then that the insignificant looking hole in the ground would soon become his favorite cave system ever. As he made his way through the winding tunnels they grew larger and brighter. He had never seen walls that glistened as those did and they only got more amazing the farther down he went. He wandered awestruck, occasionally picking up exceptionally pretty or unusual specimens. Finally after several hours he came out into a large cavern the sight of which made him stop short in his tracks. Before him lay a massive subterranean lake even bigger than the surface lake near his home. The water shimmered and danced with icy blue light. The shore and walls were made up of glittering quartz and black granite and the ceiling sparkled with thousands of glowing crystals that looked like stars high above him. Shavere spent a long time down there playing in the water and collecting many beautiful objects to bring up to show the others. Night had fallen by the time he finally made his way out of the cave and when he finally did he was shocked to find that he was now glowing as well. He hadn't noticed while he was down there because everything was so bright but in the darkness above it was clear as day. At first he thought that it was just from playing in the water and that it would wash or wear off, but that ended up not being the case. Thinking about it more he realized that there were a few times while he was down there that he had gotten thirsty and stopped to drink of the cold refreshing water before continuing on. He is now sure that that is the reason he has taken on his new appearance. As time goes on it seems that it could be a permanent change, and he truly hopes it is.
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[Fox,]

username; fox,
name; kage - japanese for "shadow" or "darkness"
gender; female
myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow?
As the visclings gathered around the older viscet, he began the farfetched tale, "kage was born in the woods, like most viscets she's known. she would roam the woods, loving the atmosphere and enjoying life by herself.
one day, while venturing outside their boundaries, kage came across a cave. it was massive, threatening, and scared the fur off her back. never the less, kage was curious, and stupidly decided to explore these caverns. she took one step in, and instantly began regretting her decision. the further she got, the darker and colder it felt. to the side she spotted a glowy-puddle. thirsty and unobservant, she lapped up the drops with gratitude. all of a sudden, her fur lit up, and the cave became suddenly brighter. she looked around, and spotted millions of tiny crystals, covering the cave walls and being lit up by her "magic fur".
she went on with her days as normal, but her fur still glowed. it wouldn't wash out, and would always keep her awake at night. kage thought others would hate it, and fled to the deeper woods. there, she ran into our pack. me, specifically, and I took her in."
"hey! what are you talking about in there?" kage walked up, nosing her way into the den.
"ohh, nothing, just how we met." he asnwered, a playful gleam in his eyes.
kage said nothing, but narrowed her eyes. she finally spoke, "are you telling the one where I ate glow worms?"
"no! but that one's next," he chuckled, then continued to tell the next myth of kage's glowy fur.

[~IceFang~]

username; icefang
name; Lumia
gender; Female
myth, legend, or theory on why their markings glow?

Lumia had always been a queer, faraway viscling. Her maekings were not born that way, oh no. this is her story...

When she was first hatched, she hatched alone, next to a creek. Little did she know, this was not the world we, as humans, live in. this was the place of the gods, back when everything was new. Everything born there had something assigmed to them. Lumia was given the creek, and everything within its borders.
Now, lumia grew up gentle, calm, and faraway, much like the creek she had been given to look over. But beneath that calm surface, there was always unbridled, and dangerous, curiosity.
Ah, curiosity killed the cat, and I feel bad for it, but back to the story. Lumia nearly met th e same fate.
One day, she overheard, while feeding the fish, the gods dicusscussing.... Another world. Curiosity piqued, she couldnt do nothing about it, could she? So, she hung around, swift as the creek, silent as the current. Too bad it wasnt too silent...
Later, she snuck oit of the creek and stole into the palace, where the gods resided. She found what hey were looking for, and finally found. A portal opening I to the other world. Gasping, she leaned to get a better look. Unknowest to her, a guard had come up behind her and grabbed her, trying to get her off of where she stood. Fighting back, more like thrashing, she hit the guard and he lef go of her...
She fell
And fell
And fell...
Into our world.
Now, evenbthough she is no longer an immortal, she still has the knowledge, the love of the wild... And, because her power carried onto the next world, her markings still glow, reminding Lumia of her home.

[Rescue2001]

I am know I won't win I will need serious luck

[Mint Chip]

Alrighty, this is now closed for judging.
gimme some time to read them all and determine the winner <3