[SpartanAmethyst]

Sahariel

Owner: Vazchu
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes
Type: Lost Phantom Rune

The Gravely Haunt

"I'm sure you've heard the stories, haven't you? About the old graveyard being haunted by union soldiers? Well, part of it's true. Its definitely haunted all right, but not by union soldiers. One night I went out searching for Akasiya after she had gotten bitten, and I tracked her to the graveyard. Needless to say this little one gave me quite a fright! Apparently is was a Rune responsible for chasing everyone away and scaring the groundskeepers. So, to prevent any harm coming to the run or any humans, I picked him up and brought him back with me. He's cleared for adoption and in good health, so no vampirism on his part, luckily.

Lost Phantom Runes are the souls of runes who have died and haven't passed into the next life or been reborn in some way. They wander the earth with unfinished business, and are very rare since most runes live very simple or satisfying lives. Many don't interact with anything in the living world, but it's not uncommon to find runes like him that may interact in ways either good or bad. Due to their spiritual nature, Lost Phantom Runes do not have a solid body and can often be seen floating through objects instead of going to the trouble to go around. They also cannot truly be touched or handled; they can feel your touch, for example, but when you try to run your hand over them it'll just feel like mist. This makes it difficult to give them check-ups, but luckily they don't get injured so it's not too much of an issue. LPR are also unable to vocalize in any way, but are able to tell their owners what they want by way of either vague telepathy or by showing them.

Ends October 27th

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[b]Why do you wish to have him?:[/b]
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[Benathorn]

This has been up for more than a week. Please be sure to place it up for adoption soon.

[Celestial Skies]

Oh gosh, I'm sorry to be so indecisive, but I think I'm going to reenter....I was thinking, and I realized....I must at least try for him. He's snared my heart <3

t h i s is h o w the s t o r y ends...o r has i t just b e g u n?

Owner Name:
Celestial Skies
Name:
Foralorn
(I chose this name because it made me think of the word
forlorn. Seeing this rune, he is truly the essence of being
forlorned or sad.)
Nickname:
Lorn
Gender:
Male

Personality:

Why was he scaring people within the graveyard?:
Well, in my story, he wasn't really scaring people in the graveyard, more like trying to find people. After being alone and hidden away for so long, he only wanted to have someone to love him...he never got that oppurtunity. Sure, his past Rune Bearer had taken care of him, and cared for him, but it wasn't a true, deep bond. He would look at him, but not see, he would care for him, but never loved him.....Foralorn had thought that this happened with all Rune Dragons; That your bond would grow very, very slowly. Yet years passed, and his Bearer treated him like a pet of sorts. Had him help with household tasks, fetch things for him, all the while disguising them as fun games. When they had entered the cave, Foralorn had expected a fun adventure. That they would get to bond! But we know destiny does not travel in clear lines. When Foralorn got trapped underneath the rocks, the man left...but he didn't come. For him, it was like losing a pet goldfish; Once it was sick, or on death's door, you just flush it. Nothing else. That Rune was so hopeful he would come back, he was determined to wait. Just...when the truth finally hit him...it broke him. All of those dreams and hopes of having a lifelong friend were crushed, just like he was crushed under those boulders. So...Foralorn died of heartbreak. Now, as a spirit, he's waited years and years for someone to come back and get him, to take him from that cave....
Why do you wish to have him?:
(State what drew you to the dragon or why you would want it.)
Where will you keep him?:
(Will you keep it in your sig, character thread, etc...)
Would you like to breed him in the future?:
(This is just general info for me to use. State if you would like to breed it later on or not)
Any Quirks:
-instead of eating concrete food, like most other Runes, Foralorn feeds off of emotions.Because of this, he is attracted to living beings, preferably happy creatures. Like a magnet, he hangs around people with strong, bright personalities, and strong emotions. His favorite "flavor" of emotion is love; he likes its bittersweet taste.
Other:

I swerved and avoided trees and logs, heart pounding. Sapphire was flitting ahead, fluttering her wings, frightened and nervous. In her talons, she clutched a carved wooden raven, wings outspread. "I.can’t.believe.you're.going.to.get.us.killed.over.a.silly.CARVING!" I said exasperatedly between each ragged breath. I had visited one of the smaller villages in the Celtlands, deciding to connect with my heritage, when Sapphire had thought it was a great idea to take this carving she found. Of course, only after getting chased through the dark misty woods for a mile did we realize it was one of the most coveted items of the village, being over 200 years old and blessed by an Ancient. Now, we were being chased by people with pitchforks. Great. I staggered farther, trying to keep up with my rune, but she was too darn fast! She flitted out of sight, probably thinking I was right behind her. I stepped behind a tree to hide, being out of breath. To my alarm, I fell down a hole with an undignified yelp, cobwebs and moss crumbling down on top of me. "ACK! Spider spider spider!" I whimpered as one crawled off my hand back into the darkness. I got up, shivering, and looked around. The pit itself wasn't impressive, probably only 4 feet wide and 6 feet deep. Still, it was just tall enough to have to struggle to get up, so I decided to wait. After all, it was better being stuck down here than being chased by villagers. I saw a small, dank tunnel, only a foot tall, and...Was that a glow from within? I cocked my head, and knelt down, looking inside. It was! I couldn't find the source of the light though, since the passage seemed to twist and turn, like a snake. Shrugging, I crawled in, grateful for my diminutive size. As I got closer to the light, I realized it wasn't a normal light. Normal lights made you feel elated and warm...this one was a bone-chilling white, sending a tingle down my spine. Something was very wrong. The end of the tunnel blossomed into a large, shallow vale, still too deep to climb out. In the middle was a small glowing object, the size of a small cat. On closer inspection...I realized...it was a Rune Dragon?! And it was alive!? But t-that's not possible! How could anything live down here? I dimly remembered listening to the elders of the village before we were chased out. They regaled Sapphire and I with tales of the willow wisps, the elfin spirits of the earth, and the restless spirits of the dead, known as the Lost. "Lost..." I murmured "Are you lost?" it turned to me slowly, eyes downcast. I felt a presence probe my mind and I shivered at the foreign touch. It was so sad, and full of emotion, yet so, so empty. It cast a dark-eyed glance at me, eyes blank, hiding the emotion within. Gliding over to me, he touched his nose to my hand.
Whiteness.
It's all I can see. I feel as though I'm plunging down, down, down into cold water, sinking like a stone. It’s so cold, it feels like fire, and I can’t breathe. Then the water parts and I fall faster. Then stop. Before me, flickers a scene. It's like watching a silent movie in black and white, but sharper, more realistic, a tinge of colour staining the scene. A person walks past me, and I reached out a hand, but went right through him. "Wha..." I try to make a sound, but nothing comes out. The man's lips move, but there is no sound, yet I can understand what he's saying.
Come along, Moranarus.
He smiles, but it is distant, as he is looking through the one he is talking to. A rune dragon hopped into view, ruffling its feathers with happy ecstasy, clearly best of friends with the man. He gives another distant smile, and walks into the woods. I feel like I know what’s happening, and I try to scream...but there is no sound. I am tugged along, like a rope is tied around my waist connected to the man. I stumbled after them, apprehensive. The man leads the rune to a cave entrance, with a little sapling growing beside it.
Shall we go in, Mora?
He asks, looking at the rune. It nods and bobs its head, flitting about, eager. They go in together, and I am dragged along, but before I go in, I realize with dread that this is the same entrance in which I fell into, now submerged in the earth. That sapling was the tall tree I hid behind. This was years and years ago! I was yanked along, deeper into the cave. Before I could see anything, though, there was a flash of whiteness. I was dropped into another scene, through that cold water, showing the rune with the man. There were in the shallow vale now, looking around curiously. But I saw, too late, the rune tapped a wobbly pile of boulders, and they fell on him. The man turned, shocked.
I'll get help!
That statement resonates through my mind, fading into silence. He scrambles up the side of the vale with much effort, and is gone. I watch the rune, as he waits. He waits, and waits, and waits. I feel an ache in my heart as I realize the pain he must be in, his wing trapped underneath the boulder. He just kept looking at the top of the vale, a hopeful look on his face. He thought the man would come back. He thought that he would get rescued, and they would explore and have more adventures together. I watched as the days went by, like the memory was fast forwarded. The dragon never scowled. Never cried. Never lost it. Always that hopeful, serene, expression. Then...he cracked. He was hunched up under that boulder, all hope lost. He finally knew, after 2 months, the man wasn't coming. I realized that it must have taken some extraordinary faith and a bit of ancient magic to survive that long, and tears welled up in my eyes. Rune bearers were supposed to love their runes forever! Why...why did this happen? He didn’t deserve this! I blinked, and then saw...the rune was gone. In his place was a pale, ethereal, ghost of himself. He was no longer trapped, but he felt compelled to wait...and wait...and wait....until someone came to bring him home. Did he die of heartbreak? Just as I was about to try calling out again, I felt myself pulled upwards, rising out of the cold water, and my eyes snapped open. With a gasp, I realized I had been holding my breath, and looked at the rune. He looked back up to me, sadly, and I heard him let out a lilting sigh in my mind. I tried to reach out and touch him, but my hands grasped nothing but air. He inched closer to me, crestfallen, and tried pushing his nose against my knee. I gasped, a tear rolling down my cheek, and started to sob quietly for him. All those years down here, alone…I felt a burning feeling inside of me. Anger. That the man had just left him here and never came back. He deserves better! Standing, I held out my arm, beckoning for the Rune to clamber on. Cautiously, he drifted up to my arm, and pressed his head into my hair. It felt like someone had just sprayed me with icy water, but I didn’t care. Getting up, I crawled back through the tunnel, keeping the little rune close to me. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears, trembling slightly. As we escaped into the fresh air, he took a long, deep breath, and exhaled. A pale white mist drifted from his open jaws, and into the dark forest. I ran a hand along his misty form, and Sapphire came down from out of the trees…still holding the statuette. “Really?” I grumbled, and she shot a look at me, then turning to face the ghostly rune. She cocked her head, and hopped forward. He looked at her just as curiously, cocking his head as well, almost like a mirror. I couldn’t help but smile as the two gave each other a happy look. The ghostly rune must have sent a thought to her, like he did to me. Sapphire settled on my arm next to him, chattering in that lilting, foreign tongue of Runes. Sometimes, I wish I could understand what they were saying…the Lost rune nodded every now and then, pale red eyes glowing. Seeing that curious, happy look on his face made me want to help him. I HAD to find out about him now, and find whoever did this to him. He deserved a better life...

Art:
Created by iSolar:

[SpartanAmethyst]

Sorry about that guys, I had to work on Latin a lot longer than I had intended, plus this is crunch week. Thankfully I have some down time tonight so I'll start typing up everything.

[Sullivan Maurus]

Ohh cant wait.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Open! 8D

[Azure23]

[I love it! I wish I could apply, but I have absolutely no time! D:]

[Sneky]

Possibly Reserved!

[Vazchu]

Owner Name: Vazchu

Name: Sahariel
Gender: Male

The name:
Once again I’ve chosen a name from my favourite fantasy series known as “The tears of Artamon”. I decided to name him Sahariel due to that I for one thing really like the name, and because the original Sahariel is the spell-binder; which reminds me of this Rune being bound to the graveyard as if he has been cursed to be it until someone would come to take him away from his prison.
Would you like to breed him in the future:
Yes please.

Why do you wish to have him:
When I first saw him amongst the newly drawn Runes I was so happy. Finally a cute ghost Rune! I’m obsessed with ghosts more or less, so I simply fell for him at first sight. The few markings look to me really nice together with the whiteness of the rest of him; not to mention that I love the contrast between his eyes and feet along with the rest of him.
However, I saw him before the “information” had been “published”, so I wasn’t entirely sure if he indeed was a ghost or not. But I really liked the fact that the title said “Lost Phantom Rune” (it sounds quite like a ghost after all), so I decided to stick around and wait for the “information” to come up for him.

When I finally noticed that it was up I read it right away. And what can I say more that hasn’t already been said? I simply came to love him even more after reading it, for short. My suspicions of him being a ghost appeared to be true and there was no longer any doubt in my mind; he was meant to be the next Rune I try out for. So that’s why I’m still here in this thread and writing this.
Where will you keep him:
I’ll let him be in my signature along with Nilaihah. As for other things I make based on him (like art, sculptures and plushies) I’ll go ahead and put it in the group on dA. I'd even say that he might be able to make me create a thread for him and Nilaihah here on CS.

Personality:
| Shy | Quiet | Kind-hearted | Friendly | Empty | Different | Enduring |

Sahariel is a very kind lad. He would never do something that would be deemed as “bad”, “evil” or that may end up hurting someone. It’s like that he has been since the time so long ago when he was still alive; and it continued even after his death. Still hoping and still wishing that someone one day could show their kindness towards him just like he has been trying to do for longer than what he can remember.
Friendly is something that he always has been, he could never see himself being unkind or mean to anyone. Therefore he always treated others as friendly as possibly; just the way he one day wanted to be treated like too. He believed that others might end up treating him like that one day as long as he kept treating them with kindness.
Due to that the other Runes that lived and grew up in the same little village ignored him and simply treated him as if he was invisible, he ended up becoming shy and quiet as time passed by. He didn’t speak too often; it was almost so bad that he even didn’t know the sound of his own voice. Surely he tried to speak as often he could in the beginning, but in due time he became more silent after each and every day that passed by. Sahariel didn’t dare to do too much nor speak “out of terms” while he was alive; he simply was too afraid. He feared that the ignorance and he being invisible would turn into bullying; just like the humans bullied him.
It’s not Sahariel speaking when he’s described as “different”, because he never wanted to accept that those around him deemed him as that. He doesn’t know why the other Runes deemed him as different and chose him to be the invisible Rune of Eldemore. There was nothing that he could come up with that he thought would be any different from them. But there’s one thing even they forgot; being different isn’t something bad. Different is just another way to say that someone else is special. However, that’s one thing that even Sahariel himself forgot about.

At some point after many years in life he started to loose his hope to one day be accepted just like everyone else around him were. All the suffering he was put through by being partly invisible even though he was alive and partly being bullied had taken its toll on him.
Sahariel endured most things during his life by always thinking and putting all his faith in the one sentence;
“Just wait and see, it might be better tomorrow. If not tomorrow, maybe the day after that…”
That’s what he thought each and every time he saw that there were no difference in the way he was treated by the other Runes. That’s what he thought each and every time he ran into the humans that always started bullying him as soon as they saw him. That’s what he thought each and every evening before he went to a restless sleep. That’s what he thought each and every day until neither his heart nor soul could bare it any longer and his heart stopped beating.
He managed to endure the pain quite well in his mortal life, but even that didn’t spare him from his all too early death. He kept enduring the pain even as a ghost that wandered over the graveyard that he called “home” due to that his life came to its end there. The only difference now is that his heart can no longer stop beating and he has to endure the pain for what may seem like an eternity.
Emptiness, that’s one thing that started to be a good way to describe him after his immortal life had started. As days passed by he lost one thing that once had been a part of who he was when he was alive; slowly turning him into an empty shell who didn’t know exactly who he once was or who he is now. He became nothing and no one. The only things that remained within his empty shell was his longing for belonging, his longing to be seen, his longing to be accepted and his longing to feel everything that he never had the chance to feel when he was alive. A longing to finally be a real person.

Home is where the heart belongs; the graveyard is what he called home.
This is to answer the question "Why was he scaring people within the graveyard?"
Everything has its downsides, especially life itself. Each and every one of us may end up having something that we refer to as “hell”. Others can let you down or treat you like air; some end up being the one others bully. The kind of hell each one has can be anything, yet some of them aren’t even sure why it happened.

Sahariel was one of those who didn’t know the reason to why he was treated like air by other Runes and was bullied by humans. He thought during his entire life that he was like everyone else; that he was no different from anyone other than his sub species of the Runes.
His life circled around the thoughts about being accepted, about being loved for who he was. By watching others who had just that, belonging and acceptances, his longing to obtain it grew stronger and stronger. Somehow the gods didn’t want to fulfil his hopes; each and every time he tried to become friends with someone they turned away to be friends with someone else instead.
Loneliness kills and Sahariel’s life ended so much earlier than what it should have. He was alone until the very end and no one noticed when he was gone. Well, surely the humans that bullied him noticed, but none of the Runes he grew up along side noticed. After all, to those Runes he didn’t exist to begin with.

Death frees you from everything; all your pain and suffering in this life will go away when you’re no longer alive.
That’s at least what some says and what some thinks is true, but it’s only a lie to those living lives similar to what Sahariel lived. The pain didn’t go away even when his mortal life ended; it continued even after that. As did his longing for belonging and being accepted for who he was; he still wants it and will never let go of the thought of being able to feel the feeling we all call “love”. His quest to be seen, be heard, and find someone’s friendship continued because he doesn’t feel whole. There’s an emptiness inside of him and he almost has lost sight of who he once was.

We fear the unknown because we don’t know what it has in store for any of us. If something we can’t explain happens we can’t help but to have that uneasy feeling inside of us; even if it’s not too large, it’s still there. We fear what we cannot see but knows is there. We fear strange things that we see but cannot explain. We fear things that shouldn’t happen because it virtually impossible or has no explanation to it. That’s how most of us are.

Sahariel wasn’t mean in his life and he never even thought about doing something that could end up hurting someone. He was a kind Rune and he treated others just like he wished to be treated one day; as equals. Even after his death he continued like that while he waited for someone that would call him “friend” and help him to feel the feeling called “loved” for the first time in his life.
He was bounded to the old graveyard after his death; because it was close to it he grew up and it had always been the only place that he called “home”. Sahariel didn’t at first know that he was dead; he only noticed that he no longer could speak. Instead of using words he decided to send his feelings to others in order to communicate with them. Most did not understand it and was too frightened to come too close to the graveyard. To get someone’s attention while they passed by he could move objects. Surely he got attention alright, but it was the wrong kind of attention; instead of making someone stay it made them flee from the graveyard. He tried to be seen just like when he was alive, but yet again it scared others by seeing a ghost who sometimes vanished right in front of them.
Sahariel did indeed not intend to frighten anyone; he simply did the only things he could do in order to find what he did not have while he was alive. One could say that it all was just a big misunderstanding and it made him truly sad that he scared others when he meant no harm at all.

He kept waiting; for year after year, decade after decade. He kept trying to make someone understand him. Every time the one he tried to make contact with showed signs of fear he simply backed of, ashamed of what he had done. Saddened by the thought of never obtaining that which he longed for now more than ever; almost loosing his hope of ever get to know someone.

Each and every life has its downsides, each and every thing that occurs has its downside, and each and every living creature has its downsides. Those are the downsides that some of us end up referring to as “hell”. Some can make it through them, while others cannot and are trapped with their regrets and pain for an eternity. Sahariel stayed in the graveyard, because he knew no place else that he could go to. And he kept waiting for a better day to come.
“Just wait and see, it might be better tomorrow. If not tomorrow, maybe the day after that…”

Any Quirks:
Sahariel can often be found either sleeping or simply sitting “inside” tombstones with only his head, tail, wings, or feet outside it.
He doesn’t exactly remember what he liked and disliked when he was alive – if he liked anything at all that is.
After his death he began to like cobweb a lot, so he enjoys places that have lots and lots of it. He also enjoys floating right though them (if he could speak he’d say something similar to; “It’s because I like the feeling of having them inside of me for a moment”).
Old places are also something he started to enjoy after his death… You could probably say that he started to like history a tad.
Sahariel dislikes being awake during very bright days, he prefers to be awake during the evenings, early mornings and during the nights. However, if it’s fog or rainy during the day he’s most likely to be awake and wander around within the graveyard (either invisible or visible).
Other:

Wishful thinking
There’s a way to think in order to stay alive. Not everyone needs to find this way of thinking in order to survive, because they don’t fear tomorrow. To survive each and every day, a few words were needed to keep the hope of a better tomorrow alive.
I was one of those that needed those words in order to face tomorrow. I feared the first sunlight in the morning and to help myself get thru it, those magical words always passed my mind;
“It might be better today.”
With that done, my day truly began. Each and everyone was the same as yesterday. First off in the day is the daily try to be visible. In other words; my days always began with finding the other Runes. Usually that happened while they were eating breakfast or while they were playing a game together.
“Good morning, everyone…” that was what I always said when I found them.
None of them noticed me even though I’ve bumped right into some of them by mistake sometimes. Those mornings always made me question myself and the life itself. Am I alive…? Why am I here…?
It’s when I start to doubt everything and anything that I force myself to keep facing the day no matter what. I continued with a flight after a small breakfast; I don’t really felt like eating no matter which day it was. It didn’t taste anything anyway.
Somehow I always ended up meeting the humans after that; those that saw me but didn’t like me. In fact, I think they hated me. Why...? I hadn’t done them anything… At least that’s what I think; I can’t remember ever doing something to make them angry…
“Look! He’s over there!” my stomach always began to ache when I heard those screams.
They were always filled with hate and their eyes needed no words to tell me how much they wished that I truly wasn’t alive. The only good thing about the humans; they didn’t make me question my own existent. To them I existed; and that means “I’m alive”.
“Don’t let him get away this time!” I was always scared while I faced them. They always tried to capture me in order to keep me with them for as long as possibly.
Their hits hurt. Sometime in the past they even hit me so badly that I was unconsciousness for a couple of days; I think that was the only time they hit me in the head. They often get hold on me by grabbing my wings, after that they hit me with sticks or stones. It hurts, especially when they hit my tail or in the stomach.
Their words hurt probably just as much, but they were not worthy of seeing my cry. So that was why I always waited until I was all alone in the darkness to let my sorrow out.
“Stupid Rune! Why don’t you understand that you’re a freak and that no one likes you?” were some daily things they said; sometimes even worse than that. I couldn’t help but question silently in my own mind; “Who’s stupid of us?”
Those that hurt others or me, who would never dream about hurting someone else. And as an end to that I should mention that I’ve seen those humans hurt other humans as well. So I wasn’t alone to be their target.

When I got away from them I spent the rest of the day all alone, often tending to my bruises or wounds the humans gave me earlier. Sometimes I tried to find the other Runes again in order to make friends with them. Though, that was something I’ve yet to succeed with. If I wasn’t doing that I was probably just sitting somewhere and thinking my magical words over and over again.
“Just wait and see, it might be better tomorrow. If not tomorrow, maybe the day after that…”
Each and every day was longer than what a day possibly could be. I came to realize that my days were just as long as a week for someone that was happy. Each and every day walked in the shadows of the one before itself. None were different, no matter how much I wished and hoped tomorrow would be different.
Did I say that each and every day were the same? Yes, I think I did; at least in a somewhat poetical way. That was a lie, I’m sorry.

Today was different from any other day. I gave up on everything in my grief; my reality would never change no matter how much I wished it would.
“I give up.” I was now sitting in my nest, eyes filled with tears. “That’s right… I give up…”
It wasn’t sadness within me, it was pain. The pain I had bottled up deep inside of me for as long as I could remember. It all came back to me now. I could feel it all and that will to endure it was broken. The bitterness towards the other Runes that I still could hear the happy laughter’s from in the young evening. The hate I felt towards the humans whose words still echoed in my mind. I was able to feel after all. Everything that’s negative and no one wants to feel too often; that was what I’ve kept a lock on deep within my soul in order to avoid feeling. Now it was loose and I couldn’t bear with it all at once.
“I don’t want to wake up tomorrow…” my voice almost couldn’t be heard. “I wish tomorrow never comes…”
I felt better to say those things, a whole lot better actually. No one would hear me say it anyway. So why should I hold back?
“I don’t like them… They hurt me…” my voice trembled a little due to my tears. “I don’t want to be here anymore… I don’t belong here anyway… I should just die...”
I kept whispering everything and anything in order to make myself fall asleep. I was so tired, so I fell asleep very fast that evening.
The next morning my body never woke up. I could still see it when I floated through the air around my nest. I didn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, and the insects flew right through me. I could still feel the pain and I still feared the morning. But my days were never the same again.
I was no longer alive; therefore I needed a change in order to keep going like the ghost in the old graveyard until I could obtain what I never had while I was alive.

I beg your pardon for my horrible English, I try my best to become better.

[Sullivan Maurus]

Droped out.