Heavy storms have been raged all around the world making life hard for everybody, on land and underwater. These stormes which are caused by the massive heat due the summer have drifted several animals and Guardians to locations near us. Those Guardians are different though, something we have never seen before. They have a different appearance and behave different. They are "Gods".
Or at least thats what they call themselves. We, the mortals, call them self-proclaimed Gods because to be honest, they are none. But don't tell them, they won't listen anyways. Each "God" features a theme they are the "God" of. To do justice to the theme they represent these Otherworldy Guardians have collected several things they show off on theirselves.
Will you be able to win one of the self-proclaimed Gods heart?
- Self-Proclaimed God of the Seven Seas -
Note; Please note that these Guardians are themed GoS and therefore cannot breed with other Guardians of the same theme. And anyways, those Guardians are too vain to believe in any other Gods than themself.
With this Guardian posted, the Summer Event comes to an end - thanks for all who took part in it! <3
This lady sure took a long journey. As you might have noticed she is a HGoS, based on a Clownfish, hope thats obvious x3
In order to win this last "Godness" you need to tell me her thoughts of the journey she took or she was part in, even she did not want it (remember the storms being the cause for these Gods to brought to us!). Tell me how or what she experienced her journey (max. of 500 words).
Pretty up your form is alright.
klovesugar2 wrote:
Username: klovesugar2
Name: Feriae
Name Meaning: A day dedicated to the gods.
Gender: Mare
Age: 21 years
Story:
Blinded by wind and sheltered by storm,
The kind of being in which chaos is born.
Heed not the ocean's sweet calling,
For fear of the men's terrified bawling,
Helpless and hapless in the sea's cruel tide,
Never stray from the path lest ye' turn blind,
As few ever dare into the Kelpie's dark lair-
Long ago lost to the harsh seas of time.
Yet she undeterred would soon venture forth,
Following tales of terror to the farthest north.
Dark waters trailing a long ruby ribbon,
His sins far from being forgiven.
He had killed them in his wrath,
Leaving a bloody path.
Her mother,
Her brother,
Her father,
His daughter-
Whom was left to mourn.
Her heart just as dead,
As the seas bled so red,
She was left to weep.
Yet none would block his path,
Just watching the bloodbath.
Nothing but a villain!
He delighted in the killing,
Leaving a bloodstained trail.
Leaving hearts to wail.
So her own sorrow shoved aside,
She looked and found her fins were tied,
She could never ignore their cries for help.
She'd never hide like a foal in the kelp!
How could she turn a blind eye,
When even more would die?
"No, no." Her heart rang clear,
"No more." She said for all to hear,
So thus began her journey-
The fates had deemed her worthy.
Down garnet paths she swam,
And her epic tale began.
Which brings us to now as the dark waters churned,
All comforts of home having long since been spurned,
The stormy seas raged as thunder so roared,
White lightning eyes flashed as an insulted lord,
Yet she couldn't care less as steel found her gaze,
Swimming, and swimming, past all the towns razed.
He needed to be stopped, before anymore was lost,
Though the price of his life was one hefty cost,
It was a price she was willing to pay.
For what was the victor who defeated the king?
Who was the savior of whom the bard's sing?
Who would she be, when all's said and done?
Who would she be, once the battle was won?
The weather grew worse as hurricanes stirred,
Red ribbon's path becoming ever more blurred,
It howled, it snarled, and it tossed her asunder,
Biting and lashing to the beat of wild thunder,
It sent her up high, it beat her down low,
Yet still she fought for in her heart she did know,
That to yield was to end it, and that would be all,
Nothing remembered of a great hero's fall.
But this wasn't something any mortal could do,
Even a guardian had limits, she knew,
Yet still she struggled with a powerful tail,
Waging a war against these ungodly gales,
Days slipping by, nights slipping past,
In moments she thought were surely her last-
It all finally stilled as she broke from her cage,
A lone figure screaming in outrage,
A phantasmal king long ago lost,
She'd won, but at what cost?
For what was the victor who defeated the king?
Who was the savior of whom the bard's sing?
Who was she, now that all's said and done?
Who was she, now that the battle was won?
She, the victor,
She, the queen.
She, the savior,
She, the dream.
Protecting those who couldn't themselves,
Weathering the storm, to find she excelled,
Seeing their suffering, she ended their plight,
Who they prayed to now, in the dark night.
A goddess, no doubt.
[size=50](Poem is 499 words, attempted to write it as though an epic, like the Odyssey, only realized the word limit and had to trim it.)
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Good luck & I hope you all enjoyed the event!
