[GREML0RD]

A mysterious figure flies towards you, showering you in a flurry of black and baby blue tipped feathers.

OMG so sorry for the wait everyone ;D; *repeatedly bows in apology* My laptop was sent off to get cleaned right before I had a chance to get started on this and then a simple cleaning turned into my fan, keyboard, and trackpad getting replaced.... O,H O; it definitely wasn't something I had planned on happening.

SOOOOOoooo Anyway! I bet you all are curious as to what this special adopt is! Well!

TADAH! A raven based RPW!

Very Rare
Teen PPS//White paint//Wings//Glowing eyes//Hair edits//Ear edits


For design reference;
Without wings
Without spots

For this one, and I'm gonna take a long stretch, this will be an impress me! I'd really love to see what you guys can come up with without being limited by a cookie cutter form! Creativity is the key to success here!
But, with that creativity it'll be bound by a word limit of 1500 words and an art limit of 3 pieces. *if you choose to add art to your form*

Now for the end date, this will end on 8th of November, cause I don't wanna judge before my birthday and I wanna give this time after that day as well CX
So good luck to you all! I hope to see some wonderful forms for this guy or gal uwu/
cause I totally didn't spend forever on this or anything ^w^;

Frequently asked questions

Q: Will this count as a regular slot?
A: No. This adopt would go into the special PPS adopt slot that everyone is given. It would not count as a regular adopt slot.

Q: Will there be RUs?
A: Depends. For every 5 forms completed there will be a RU. With every 15 forms completed there will be 2 RUs. And etc and etc. Unless of course there are several forms that just really catch my eye then that preset of RUs might be broken if I see fit.

Q: Does the whole name, gender, titles count towards the word limit?
A: Yes, these count towards the word limit. The word limit applies to the form as a whole and not just extras.

[Ravendarus]

but a blank slate

[epimetheus]

aaaaah reserve with the name caziel, genderfluid, ce/cer, asexual aromantic p
ce basically really likes doing nothing. besides collecting lava lamps, writing, and napping.

i swear this will work out ok

[hypnowave]

ｎａｍｅ  ；；
Castor Aether Renegade, 'Ren.'

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ  ；；
male.

ａｇｅ  ；；
physically a teenager, mentally
unknown.

ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ  ；；
demisexual with a preference of
males, however he is unlikely to
find another love.

ｔａｌｅｎｔｓ  ；；
brewing herbs; he was once a
healer's apprentice.

ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ  ；；
has a burning hate for anything
letter-related: pens, feather quills,
ink, etc. due to an unknown
lover from his past; he won't mention
who his love once was.

the broken quill,
the scorched letter,
the shattered will,
the shredded paper.

He is silent by a thousand languages,
but by one, he is the guide, the helper,
the prophet. He who hides in shadows,
he whose own myths throw him into oblivion.

Ｈｅ  ｈａｄ  ａ  ｐｌａｎ  ｔｏ  ｂｕｉｌｄ  ａ  ｗａｌｌ
Ａ  ｇｒｅａｔ  ｄｉｖｉｄｅ  ｔｈａｔ  ｗｏｕｌｄ  ｎｅｖｅｒ  ｆａｌｌ

Tonight would have been his favorite night, if not for all this. Neptune was swathed in a scratched-up, black, red and gray cloak, trimmed with disheveled threads of gold. He wore fake pointy teeth, and a dusty wig topped his tufted head. His parents had even let him sharpen his claws in preparation for the celebration, so long as he didn't hurt anyone with them, though now they were mangled. He had a jack-o-lantern-shaped 'candy bag,' attached to his neck with a string. It had been filled up with a variety of candies and chocolates, but they'd fallen out once he'd tumbled into the trees.

In his excitement, he'd wound up in the wrong place indeed. He'd tripped and ended up rolling down a hill of black roots and trees, and now he hurt all over. His paws ached. It didn't help that a wolf was staring hungrily at him, its wings tucked against its body, its eyes alight with malice. White paint from its tail dotted the nearby blackthorn bushes. "Who are you, youngling?" it questioned. It had a masculine voice, so Neptune took it for a male.

Not that it helped Nep speak. The poor young wolf was cornered, and it didn't do much that he looked like a cheap Count Dracula who'd gotten beat up in a garlic bread bakery. His toes were leaking a thin stream of blood. One of his eyes was screwed shut, stinging. He tried to say something, but his tongue lolled listlessly and all he could say was, "I-uh-huh-ell."

The winged wolf looked somewhat amused, though his eyes were hard, glinting in the cold moonlight like a pair of broken diamonds. "You are hurt," he murmured. He spread his wings like a protective shield, then examined Nep as if he were a day-old piece of candy corn; it would have been delicious if it hadn't fallen off a hill.

Ｔｏ  ｓｅｐａｒａｔｅ  ｈｉｍ  ｆｒｏｍ  ａｌｌ  ｔｈｅ  ｐａｉｎ
Ａｎｄ  ｋｅｅｐ  ｈｉｓ  ｓｋｅｌｅｔｏｎ  ｌｏｃｋｅｄ  ａｗａｙ

Finally it looked like things were going well, as Nep wasn't sanitized in a river and eaten; instead, the strange wolf led Neptune to a small, run-down cottage. A small stream was the only source of noise around here other than Neptune himself; it trickled peacefully down before it forked, one tongue of water heading down beside some bushes, and the other sharply bent towards the right. The other wolf's wings were silent when they moved.

"Here," said the wolf, pushing the door open. Speaking of which, Nep wanted to know his name, so he asked for it while laying down. The wolf looked surprised before replying, "Ren. You call me Ren." Strangely, the wolf didn't ask for Nep's own name, instead saying, "I make you potion, yes?" and only then did Neptune realize that Ren had a language barrier. He nodded, and Ren stalked towards a big, rusty pot. He murmured, "Have you hear this spell?" and began to chant.

"Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing."

With each sentence, Ren tossed an ingredient into the mixture. The pot didn't glow green or zap Ren in the face, and Ren himself didn't cackle like an old witch, so Neptune decided that he would be fine.

He managed to get up, though his claws bothered him, and he sifted through the pile of roots and plants. While Ren wasn't looking, he uncovered a thick sheet of paper, the sort you found in the old days. Ink lined the page's edges, and a fancy, old-fashioned handwriting adored the beige-brown surface.

Neptune sniffed it, but he didn't find it important. Meanwhile, Ren held a vial, and inside it was a purple liquid. Nep wondered whether it was actually made of reptile parts like the spell said, but he let Ren come over. Interestingly, the potion didn't glow; it just seeped into Neptune's wounds. The pup let out a sigh of content.

Ａｎｄ  ｂｒｉｃｋ  ｂｙ  ｂｒｉｃｋ  ｈｅ  ｂｕｉｌｔ  ｉｔ  ｓｏ  ｔｈｉｃｋ
Ｔｈａｔ  ｉｔ  ｂｌａｃｋｅｄ  ｏｕｔ  ｔｈｅ  ｓｋｙ  ａｎｄ  ａｌｌ  ｔｈｅ  ｓｕｎｌｉｇｈｔ

Still, Ren looked displeased, and even now, he still looked like he could use a meal. Who knew, the potion could have been something to let Neptune rot on the inside...

But as soon as Ren saw that Neptune had seen the piece of paper...

His eyes widened in fear, anger, and grief. He screamed, instantly grabbing the sheet and taking it away. "Letter!" he screeched. Nep whimpered as the winged wolf rose to full height, a pair of nyx-colored wings arching above his back. And the older wolf took a deep breath before he bellowed into Nep's ear, a wordless, bloodcurdling howl that resonated in the poor youngster's skull.

Nep didn't need words to know that he was wanted gone. He flattened his ears against his head, limping away, but Ren didn't do anything to stop him, only watching with vigilant eyes. Nep followed the stream as he ran away, trying to climb up the steep hill.

As he did, he remembered the spell Ren had cast. "Eye of n-newt, t-toe of f-frog..." He slipped back down the hill. "Wool of b-bat, and tongue 'f d-dog..." he stuttered, getting a grip. He'd heard that somewhere. "Adder's fork, and b-blind-worm's st-ting, a-and how-howl-let's... wing..."

Yet again his strength failed him, and he slid down until he was a third from the top. "I know... I c-can remember it..." He scrabbled higher. The next line slowly came to him. "F-for, for a charm of... of p-powerful trouble..." His entire body shook, but he clung on.

"Like... l-like a hell-broth b-boil and bubble."

What had Ren given him?

• • •

"I'm sorry, boy." Ren whispered, sweeping the paper beneath rotting plants, "But no one must know." He folded his wings. "I'm sorry. I let him die by me. I can not let that happen again. I save your life, you run away. I'm sorry. I just want a friend."

Ａｎｄ  ｏｎｅ  ｂｙ  ｏｎｅ  ｈｉｓ  ｄｒｅａｍｓ  ｂｅｃａｍｅ  ｎｕｍｂ．
Ｈｅ  ｗａｓ  ｍａｋｉｎｇ  ｔｈｅ  ｂｕｌｌｅｔｓ  ｔｏ  ａ  ｂｒｏｋｅｎ  ｇｕｎ．

Ren woke up alone in his cottage. It was morning, and the gentle light of day touched his muzzle. He blinked, then got up. The forest seemed calm, and the only sound that came to his ears was from a trickling stream. The forest itself didn't look as ominous as it did nighttime.

But as he looked on, he realized that the trees were... melting? Their soft brown color seeped away from them, turning into a soft caramel liquid that mingled with the grass. The bushes lost form and withered, their leaves flying away despite a lack of wind. The clouds faded, and the blue of the sky fell upon the hard gray earth like water.

As Ren looked on, the world around him turned into a plain abyss, and the colors he'd seen before were now in the form of a puddle beneath his feet. He couldn't move, until the colors began to weave themselves again. They made buildings. They made smaller trees, songbirds and bridges. The blue rose up again, dotting the sky in different patterns, and the gray turned into water. It splashed into a trench and turned into a winding river.

Where was he? Ren looked around. This place had some significance to him... it was the place where he'd met him. But where was he? Ren's paws felt fixed to the paved sidewalk. He began to notice little details around him. The mud puddle he'd splashed in as a youngster, the lamp post he'd made his throne, the path to the forest he loved to visit.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" a voice said, startling Ren.

It was the voice he'd heard all those years ago. Of his broken entity. The one who had left him. Ren watched as, in front of him, shimmered the faintest form. A ghost. The ghost.The same faithful brown eyes, the same soft smile. It was him.

"If only we could stay here together, Castor. I'm sorry." The figure held Ren close. "Goodbye."

Everything faded.

• • •

Ren awoke to see one of the dream catchers in his lonely cottage, once hung on the roof, now lay atop his head, as if it was letting go of the dreams it had caught so long ago. This dream catcher... had it kept those dreams, the dreams of a ghost, away from him?

lyrics credit to tfk
art credit to day of silence and hannahbug
gif credit to tumblr

[ElementStar]

marking
may enter, depending on muse and time

header here

Bastian (may change)
Male
Selectively mute (?)
knight of the moon

divider here

Solis - guardian figure (?)
Hollow Whispers +Momo - Sister figure
Paramore - magic mentor
Jack Frost - guardian mentor

[aiu]

Beautiful adopt! I've already got my lovely Slek, though. Anyone who wants to use him as a friend or something may! He's kind of a 'crow' himself, being a thief and all.

[Simonpet]

ⓅⒶⒾⓈⓁⒺⓎ

Our only barrier is ourselves

Paisley is my name,
thank you very much.
Oh, you want to know
my gender? I'm a female,
as if you couldn't tell!

It isn't proper to ask
a lady her age! Oh,
fine. You really want
to know? I'm about 27
in human years.

I don't have a crush.

I don't have a mate
or pups, but someday,
I hope to meet that
special RPW...

Paisley is a kind RPW, helping those
in need. She doesn't like it when
things are unclean, and often will
be seen or heard commenting on the
cleanliness of an area. She is a
perfectionist, and will redo things
until she gets it right. Paisley is also
a bit sarcastic, and can be annoying
when she starts getting all sarcastic
on someone. She doesn't like pain,
and will help those who are injured,
as long as she doesn't get dirty in the
process! She is also a lovebird, and
flirts with male RPWs, hoping that
she will someday get the male of
her dreams.

WIP

WIP

[Pokechu12]

Good luck to everyone!

Dropping out uvu

[Nodell]

Wow, you clearly put a lot of effort into him/her
ovo /must resist trying out/

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

I wasn't always like this if you must know...I was once much like you naive and full of hope. Then I woke up. My eyes took in the ever harsh reality and I saw no reason to return to my foolish ignorance, I doubt I even could. Ah-of course, where are my manners...? A proper introduction seems necessary. The name is Rook.