[ShadeyPaws]

We didn't want you guys to be sad after the Slumber Party event,
So me and Pines prepared a little present for you guys!


Heres a version without the super messed up BG


This is the Nightmare Ceiral, that stalks your Ceirals through those dark nights, spreading a little more
excitement into those sad nights inside.
The dark mist enshrouding the tip of her tail releases a powder which when inhaled, creates realisic nightmares.
Its similar to that of the sandman, just.. Nightmare inducing.

So yeah.
Evil thing.
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My Username:
Ceiral Name:
Ceiral Gender: Female
What is this Ceiral based off of?
[Hint;; Its a character from a TV show]:
5 words describing personality:
Art [Optional booster]:
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[Clara Erassari]

I can't wait to see it~ <3

[Kurai.]

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[Zitface]

[form is WIP]
My Username: Bink's Sake
Ceiral Name: Mictlantecuhtli, Mictlan for short
Ceiral Gender: Female
What is this Ceiral based off of?
[Hint;; Its a character from a TV show]: Nightmare Moon/Princess Luna is my best guess here.
5 words describing personality: Snide, cynical, relaxed, clumsy, goofy
Art [Optional booster]: WIP
One optional additional accessory: A throat piercing, if at all possible.
Other: N/A

[saint.EXE]

my username;; kaworu nagisa
ceiral name;; Kali

ka·li
/ˈkälē/
The most terrifying goddess, wife of Shiva. She is typically depicted as black, naked, old, and hideous. She is usually depicted with four or six arms.

ceiral gender;; female
what is this ceiral based off of?;; ill go with nightmare moon too.
five words describing personality;;
cunning
charming
reckless
motherly
selfish
art;;

(click for full size)
ref of scythe
human ref
with the scythe
soarin flyin
fight me//transparent
sparkles and death by shaeriffic on dA

one optional additional accessory;; scythe on a strap on its back

other;;
story;;
best when read alongside this song
the night creeps in, draping the world in a dark blanket, allowing little specks of light we call stars escape through the moth-bitten holes. the sound of something heading your way invades your mind, but you can't open your eyes. the quiet, crunching of leaves, the heavy air that follows, brings the feeling of unknown fear and terror to you. you don't understand why you cant get up, but it feels like a curved blade is pressed upon your throat, cold and sharp, ready to slice at the first sign of movement. a whisper, unintelligible, makes its way to your ears.
g͖̤̰̭̀ ̛̦͕̩̟̩ơ̫̠̥͓̺ ̹͔͇͜͜͟t̴̨̻͕̹̲ợ̤́ ͏̡̣̙͉̤̘̕s̺͓͈̳̖͓ḷ̪̣͙ ̛̩̙̤̬̺̺̲́e̯̬̖̱͠ͅ ̛̜e̶͓͠ ̛͎̝͕̼̘p҉͎̭̝̪͓̠̫̯

c̩͉͈͈͇͝l̷̺ò̧̲̩̰̲̺͠ ̰̺͚̜̜̩̘ͅs̴̢͖̺̲̹̖̘̪͓e̶̼̳̣̻̭̩̬ ̛̙̙̲̼̣̕y̙͚̟̞̣̙̦̮͝͠ó̴̺̻͓͔̫̘̫̬u͔̳̼͙͚͟ͅ ̸̳̮͎̲̻̯r̡̯͕̩̲̲̼ ̣̮͈͎̪͍e͚͞ ͔͇y̮ ̛͍̜̙̬͉ͅe̛̟̺̩͓ ̩͍̥̹̰̝̹͢ͅs̢̪̙̠

ś͈̤̥͠ ̻̩̮̞͕̟̩͕l͓͇̭̼̼͕̣̕͢ͅ ̵̖͔͔͓̀͠E̴̗̯̺̕͜ ̛̪̭̺̖É̻̘̭ͅ ̶͓̰̙̤̝͜p̛̫͔͔͇͡͝

a suffocating feeling fills your lungs, like you're inhaling dust, but you can't cough, it won't leave. four gleaming indigo eyes appear behind your eyelids, and shortly after, a bright white grin opens up in the shadows of your mind. you're paralyzed, unable to shake the fear that grips your stomach, wrenching it around like a wet towel. a quiet, garbled noise like laughing is heard, multitoned, whispered, shushed. static rings through in the background, and images, only flashes appear. you're falling, only for a second, and in a flash, it switches. you're screaming, alone as the walls laugh at you, trapped in your own head.
k̨҉̻͓̤͓̱͍ẹ̡̟̹͎e̶̤͚̫̕p̵̪̟̖̕ ̨̜̝s͚̯̕ļ͠͏̳̠͔e̛̫̦͉̣̻̻̠̙͢ ̼̤̹̮̞̻̠͈̀̕ͅe҉̫̻̘̰̦͉̰p̧̧̗̗̤͎͈̣͖į̵̥̺͔̟̲̦n̘͎̱͙̪̹̮̮͘g͎͚͇͉̻
̡̮̜̠̀̕
̲̰͉͈͓s̤̞̜̜̲̣̖̻͘h̨̫̱̙̹̭ͅ ̛̭͈h̞̩̟͡ ̼͖̠̥̹͇̪̤h̢̘͝h̶̙͉̻̺̳͍ ҉̶͏͕͉̻͕̼̟ḥ̸̵̖͉ ̛̺͎̘͚̘ͅH͚̘̹͚́͢ ̢̛̘̱̖̭̻̺̪͟H̢͓̜͈͈̮̭͎̣̀̕ͅ ̸̪̙͚̝͈̬̻͎̀H͍̦͚̗̲̻̩͟H̬͙̳̖̺̺́ͅ ̢̙̭͉̜̰H̹̖̀͡
̢̱̗̠̩̥͓̲
̨̘ḑ̹̟̠̟̺͉̦o̴̱ͅ ̶̸̻͠n̴̯ţ̬̟̠̱̩͕̱ ̧̡̤̜͓͖̱̩w̺̭ ͏̻͓̯̕x̹̞͚͘ ̨̠̙̬k̭̱̱͉͎̙̫̞e̸͚̠̬͚ ̜̮ư͇̼̮͍̜͚p͏̜͖͓̪͖̪̗̦̰
̶̝̘͓̯̳̞
another flash, you're lying on the beach. you can't feel your body anymore. you're looking up at the blank sky, a simple black. no stars, no clouds, no sun, no moon. slowly, the sky changes. black fades into a deep red, and you can't close your eyes, you can only keep watching. black clouds fill the sky and it begins to rain, but what's falling is red. it drips on your face, warm, sticky, thick. you can feel it sliding down your face, leaving a trail of liquid that dries quickly. more whispers start to become audible, taking over the sound of the rain.
d̸̨̬̭̞̀r͙͍e͡҉̳̝̙̜̲͓̬̭ͅx̩͙̲̮͘͜͡m͎̱̻̩͉̖͜
̢̪͈͖̣̜͚͠͞ͅ
̷̛͚̜͍͉̮͉ͅd̰x̶͇̤̞̣̫̠͇̹͝ṋ̶̮͖͖̹͉̮͞t҉̦̲̗̘̜͙̪͡ͅ ̡̖̣̥̳̬͉̦͢͟ͅm̢̬x͔̤̘v̤͕̖̱̣̘̩̕͝x̛̟͉͙̪
̯̜̗̝̠̞͙
͏̧̭͈̫͖͕͖̳̕k̢̬̣̘̝̫̳͞ͅx̢̺̠̲̯̯̝̭͞x̛̻̰̥͍͠p̵̛̤̜͕͇̺̯ ̢͙̦̫͇͚͚̮̖͡͝ś̛̞̗̩̟̮̩̗͍t̶̴̛͉̞̪͙x̞͉͇̝ ̵̵̨̮̮͍l̝̳̬̩̹̗̫͉̹ ̡̩͍̤̬̣͚̟͎̹͢͝l̛͎̟̞̀
͏̳̭͈̼ͅ
͡҉͔͕̼͙̯̟x͔̮x̞̻̟̩̤̼̻͚͡ ̷͎̪̥̰̝̹x̛̬̲̥x̡̡̗̤͞ͅ ̬͈̣͈̕͘x̴̷̷̬̹̝͉x͖͈͍x̧̨̪̺x̩͉̭́x͏҉͖̯͓̟̪̥̹̤̩
̢͔̬̦̠̬̕
one more flash, and everything goes black. there is nothing here, only the sound of heavy breathing and a loud heartbeat. you realize that it is your own. your eyes fly open and clutching your chest, you sit up in bed with blinding speed. the shadows seem menacing, and you fear closing your eyes terrified that the nightmare would return. as your hands clutch your bed, you feel some sort of sand littered over it. picking up a pinch and holding it up to the light of the moon, you see that it shines purple, reminiscent of the eyes that you felt watching you.

g̶̶̹̳̯̘͓̱̝͡ͅơ͖̺͍̘͝ ̴̬̫̬̻͍͍͘b̢̙͈a̴̱c҉̰̪̰̦̀͡k̸̩̥̺̮͎̠̗̞͠ͅ ̘̹t̬̜̻͜͢͝ó̫̖̹͙ͅ ̢̲̦͙̝̘̦̝́s̵͍̹͕͍̝l͉̳͈̹͕͍̮̗̀͡e͍̻̭͔̗͝ͅẹ͈͖̳̙́͞͝ͅp̸͎̦͉̝̥͕̠̩̺
̣͍͓̭͓̱͘͟͠ͅ



idk if the font will work on your comp, but it's supposed to be zalgo font eugh

theme song;;
This Is Halloween - Marilyn Manson
(cliche ikr)


dude i swear i think of her as a 30 something year old villainsneezes zira from lion king

[Rekhyt]

dropping out, people want her more than I do cx

[a_bowtie]

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Ceiral Gender: Female
What is this Ceiral based off of?
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5 words describing personality:
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One optional additional accessory:
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[Warrdog]

I'd never be able to compete, because I suck at forms Q.Q
But I'm still gonna try anyway...

[4kcuo]

art by me ;3
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username;
Arachnid

ceiral name;
Eris
( i'm naming her Eris after the goddess of chaos and discord. )

cerial gender;
Female

what is this design based off of?;
since the dream one is Princess Celestia, I would say Nightmare moon ;3

5 describing words about this ceiral's personality;
Untrusting ~ hostile ~ weakwilled ~ destructive ~ and, albeit a bit insane x333

optional accessory;

her callused orb of dark energy...
her dark energy is stored here, since her own body can not handle that amount of insane darkness being thrust upon it.
since she is a spreader of nightmares, she must draw power from herself in order to spread the insanity via other's dreams. however, as i said, her own body is not a proper vessel to carry the outrageous amounts of darkness and madness she needs to spread these nightmares quick enough to battle off the dream ceiral's sweet dreams.

however, the orb doesn't have unlimited energy. as the nightmare ceiral, Eris is constantly producing this dark insanity within her and every 13 years, she reaches her peak. in order to prevent herself from unwillingly sacrificing her body and soul as a vessel to this darkness, she transports the dark energy into this orb using a ritual that renders Eris helpless for a day or two.

other;

i decided to put the story of her ritual for other c:

Eris was well aware that, if she did not perform the ritual in time, she would most likely die.
Throughout the entire month the nauseating emptiness spreading through her mind and body reminded her of this.

Since she was 'special', she had to live far from other people. If she lived in a neighborhood it wouldn't be long until the madness spread, like a plague sweeping through the masses- she had to stay away from people. not like she was completely powerless against stopping the madness from spreading; it was only in the last couple of months before the ritual that her hold on it slipped. it was just that she couldn't sleep near others, since she was unable to dedicate a small part of her mind to holding back the insanity while unconscious. she could only pray she never fell asleep or passed out in public.

Anyways.
At the moment she was in a dungeon; chained up. because the ritual was to be performed that week.
She was savoring the last moments of her sanity before she was let loose into the ritual chamber.
her staff- very trustworthy people indeed- often asked, when they were first admitted onto the team, why she doesn't complete the ritual before she goes completely insane.

Well, it's the only time she can.
It takes a lot of energy to infuse the madness into the orb; a lot. it takes many days of rest and good eating to have enough.
but it also takes a certain about of insanity within yourself- ironic, i know- in order to be able to withdraw safely from the massive stores inside the orb. imagine it like this; the orb is a prison, locking away demons. however, in order to add more criminals to it's cells, the guards must open the doors and let down their defenses just a little bit.
when this happens and the orb is accessed, the demons- or in this case the madness- flood out of the prison and scramble to the nearest & most capable vessel, meaning Eris. She was practically born solely to carry this madness; her body is twisted and contorted to be more appealing to it. In order to insert madness into it's orb prison, she must have the strength to push back the tide of insanity that flows from the orb. it is a tiring ceremony, that takes years to prepare for.

'the madness' is the term used to label the thing of nightmares- what spreads the demonic visions like wildfire. it almost has a mind of it's own, not like a living creature more like an instinctual urge to corrupt and damage. it's extremely dangerous and Eris was tasked with handling it- and dealing it out, in little pieces.

But I'm getting ahead of myself! back to Eris.
since she is near to reaching her limit, the urge to spread the sickening dementia becomes stronger until she cannot bear it and spreads havoc throughout the nearest groups of people- miles away, but she is driven with a fierce hunger and will get there somehow. she's managed to do so multiple times, killing many people, before someone got the brilliant idea to chain her up.

and the madness overtakes her.

~ skipping to the night of the ceremony

"Careful, she's awfully dangerous at this stage." two of the most trusted members of her staff were securing a shackle around her neck and muzzle. they wore elaborate costumes equipped with all means of precaution attached- head dresses, laced silver, the whole superstitious lot. even with this extra precaution, it usually takes a couple days of counseling to get over the experience.

"Just lead her through these doors..." the first one instructed, the second being more of a rookie to the ritual. "Right as she's going through... RELEASE!" pulling back, they slammed the giant doors and left her trapped in the chamber. "And hope to holy hell she doesn't get out." they walked down the dimlight hallway, away from the horrors about to occur in the room they had just locked the madness and it's vessel into.

fades to blackkkk

art;
by me; xx xx xx
by others; by i c e mistress;;
Charchar2

[Pine.]

Bump ;)