[Bettalong]

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My 4th GA 'cet!! i actually really like them i hope they go to a good home...! ; O ; Im hoping that this isnt my last 'cet quite yet!! Hoping to get my 5th and final GA design out hopefully tonight... if i dont pass out :"^) In case it is my last GA 'cet, I really had fun and I'm honored that I got to make designs for y'all!! <33333

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Username; james.
name; Alasdair
gender for breeding purposes; Male
owned as of; 8/9/17 (June GA)

To win this 'cet, tell me what they think of the battlefield! Do they actually not care about fighting? Or are they a true warrior at heart? Or...

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Username;
Viscet name;
gender;
gender for breeding purposes;
Thoughts of the battlefield; (300 words maximum)


(unlimited) extras are allowed.
This ends on July 20th!
Good luck!

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mutations;
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ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ
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Wᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ Aᴜᴡᴇɪ. Sᴜʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ sᴛᴇᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴅɪsᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏʀ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏᴜs ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ. Wʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙɪɢ ɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ. Wᴀʀ ᴏɴ Aᴜᴡᴇɪ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ (ᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ) Rᴜʟᴇʀs' ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ. A ғᴜʟʟ-ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ; ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏʀ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ. Iᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ.

Sᴏ, ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ Uɢɪɴ's ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ. Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ʜɪs ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏғ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪɴғʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇɢᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛɪᴍᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ. Hᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ's ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴsᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs.

Pᴇᴛᴛʏ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʟᴇss ʙʟᴏᴏᴅsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ... Hᴇ sᴄᴏғғs ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Bʟᴏᴏᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ sʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs. Tᴏ Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ, ᴡᴀʀ ɪs ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ — ʜɪs ᴜɴᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ.
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ʀᴏʟᴇ: Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ Uɢɪɴ

Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀs ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ. Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs ᴏғ Uɢɪɴ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ. Lᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇɢɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴡᴀs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ: ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ. Tʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ɪs ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ, Uɢɪɴ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ sᴜғғᴇʀ — ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴠᴇʀɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. Iᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ sᴏɴ sᴜғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʟɪɴᴅɴᴇss ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴇɢɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs, sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ. Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɢᴇ, Uɢɪɴ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴍʏ.

Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.

Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪs ʙʟɪɴᴅɴᴇss ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴅᴜᴛɪᴇs ᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ Uɢɪɴ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇs ʜɪs ᴀɪʟᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʀᴇᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴇɴsᴇs. Wɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʀᴇғʟᴇxᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ʜᴇ's ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪsʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ. Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ's ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs sɪɢʜᴛ.




Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ, Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ʟᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɪʟᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ғʀᴏᴍ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ. Uɢɪɴ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴀʟsᴇ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴍᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

Iɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅs, Uɢɪɴ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs ᴛᴏ.

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ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ — "ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ; sᴇʟғ-ᴀssᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ."
ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴏᴜs — "ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴏʀ ғᴇᴀʀ."
ʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀᴀʙʟᴇ — "ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴏғ ʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀ."
ʟᴏʏᴀʟ — "ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ғɪʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀʟʟᴇɢɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴏʀ ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴ."

ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ — "ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏʀ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛ."
ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴠᴇ — "ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴜᴄᴄᴇssғᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs."
ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ — "ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ғɪʀᴍ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇsᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ."
sᴛᴇʀɴ — "sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴʀᴇʟᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ."

ᴀssᴇʀᴛɪᴠᴇ — "ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ."
ʀɪɢɪᴅ — "ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴇᴅ."

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Uɢɪɴ: Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇs Uɢɪɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ sʜᴇ sᴛᴀʏs sᴀғᴇ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ, ᴛᴏ Uɢɪɴ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs — ᴏɴʟʏ Uɢɪɴ.

Tʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ Aʟᴀsᴅᴀɪʀ's ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴢʏ. Iᴛ's ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ.

Aᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ Kᴀᴇʟᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ Aʟᴀʙᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ.

Hᴇ's sᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ Aᴍᴀʀʏʟʟɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, Aᴢʀᴀᴇʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇs ʜᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴅ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴏᴜʀ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, Jᴜᴅᴀs. Tʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ, ɪɴ ʜɪs ʙᴇʟɪᴇғ, ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Hᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡɪsʜᴇs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ғᴏʀ, sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs Uɢɪɴ ʜᴀs ғᴏʀ Jᴜᴅᴀs.
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[Stårry]

Username;
Χayah
Viscet name;
Niehva
gender;
Male
Gender for breeding purposes;
Male
Thoughts of the battlefield;
'Protector' of an ancient temple, Niehva strictly fights when he is controlled by seven much smaller rulers. These creatures long ago imprisoned him, to protect their newly built high society created on top of his sacred land. They took advantage of his kind nature and used it to overtake him. He used to firmly believe they would leave as they came, from under his paw. Then, Niehva was imprisoned and driven to insanity; much like the breaking of a stallion.
Until under the influence of that ill-ridden helmet, Niehva was peaceful above all else. Many wished to experience the tranquility of his reign and see the ways of those he oversees, and then it became destructive.
War has left a terrible taste in his mouth, causing him to become enraged and constantly battling his demons. They've left him with little to no control over his actions. He becomes an entirely new mind if provoked, and his powers become uncontrollable without the redirection by these 'rulers'.




Armor: The armor he wears is an ill reminder of their doings. The stones in them act as a sort of kryptonite, only they are linked to stone tablets these rulers hold. Only two are required now, however it used to be seven due to how strong his inner will to fight was. Niehva falls under mind control when these tablets are shined towards him. Often they are used to send storms rampant and raging throughout the land to drive out any and all who dare try to halt their reign.


Niehva suffers from episodic control, his state of mind has been completely reaped of sanity; until now. You may tread whom bows to you, but do not attempt to take her.

𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪:

𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤:
:Adaptable: :Balanced: :Charismatic: :Dutiful: :Ebullient: :Freethinking: :Gallant: :Hardworking:
:Intuitive: :Jovial: :Kinetic: :Lyrical: :Magnanimous: :Nitid: :Observant: :Protective: :Quilted:
:Reflective: :Seraphic: :Tractable: :Undogmatic: :Venturesome: :Wise: :Youthful:
𝕟𝕖𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕤:
:Artful: :Bided: :Creative: :Determined: :Enigmatic: :Frugal: :Guileless: :High-spirited: :Impassive:
:Kindred: :Livid: :Maternal: :Neutral: :Outspoken: :Proud: :Questioning: :Restrained: :Solemn:
:Tough: :Whimsical: :Yon:
𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤:
:Aloof: :Brittle: :Compulsive: :Difficult: :Escapist: :Fiery: :Gullible: :Hesitant: :Indulgent:
:Loquacious: :Messy: :Naive: :Overimaginative: :Possessive: :Quirky: :Repentant: :Superstitious:
:Tense: :Unrealistic: :Vulnerable: :Wishful: :Zany:

𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

Nothing.

Can you imagine what it looks like?


No, it's not black, not white. It's nothing.

No shape, color, no anything.

That is what complete and total blindness is.

I am Celaeno; The daughter of the storms eye. I was born blind. I didn't completely realize it when I was a pup, only that something was wrong with me. I could never hunt or play as easily as the other pups, and I always heard whispers about how I was 'broken'. Through my juvenile ignorance, it barely brought me down. I was fortunate enough to have my father to guide me. He would describe to me the way that the stars 'looked', and what it was to be able to 'see'. As he told me about the wonderful pictures they created, I could hear the adoration in his voice. He would always tell me the story of how I got my name, and never tired of it. I had been named after a star in one of these pictures. The brightest; his favorite. When my father was taken, I was exiled from the pack. The others said that there wasn't room in this pack for "dead weight" and she had the omegas take me out deep into the forest and dump me.

My first week was agony. I spent most of it staying within a few yards of where they discarded me trying to feel my way around the forest floor. I lapped at mud to try and quench my thirst until it made me sick and caked into my fur. The following week I curled up writhing in pain against the base of a tree with a fever. Eventually, I dragged my frail starved body along the forest until I found a hollowed-out trunk where collapsed and slept. I was lucky enough; if one could call it that, that my new 'home' had bugs that I could eat to prevent starvation and a small stream nearby that was just clean enough to prevent getting sick again.

This has been my home for the past year and I've explored it enough to be able to live. The thick tree cover in this part of the forest has kept my home dry and the nearby dying trees have given me the food I need to survive. But still my thoughts linger on my condition and I can't help but feel depressed and alone. Is this what my life shall remain as? I will lie in wait here for him. I lay awake at night listening to the sound of silence that reverberates throughout the forest until I drift off into the relief sleep brings...

I wake up to a loud screeching sound followed by a large thud as a shockwave passes through the ground. I jump to my feet and run out of my den to feel the warmth of day against my face and the sound of rustling leaves to my left. Whatever beasts have intruded upon my territory notice me and begin to 'bark' loudly at each other, seemingly aware of my presence. I quickly run towards the stream, barely managing to keep from falling on my face as I dart across and into the woods on the other side. I relax slightly as I feel a coolness on my face and end up run face first into the branch of a tree. I stumble as I taste blood, but continue to run In fear of the beasts that pursue me.

After a minute of jogging In silence, I hear the sound of a stampeding paws heading in my direction. I sprint as fast as I can away, praying to the gods that I don't run into another tree as a shot rings out in the forest, followed by a whizz as something lodges into the bark next to me. More shots follow, narrowly missing me as I try to flee. A sharp pain runs through my right shoulder as a pointed object manages to lodge beneath my skin. I feel the blood drip and my muscles scream for me to stop, but I must escape the creatures that chase me, I run as fast as I can with a crippled leg for what feels like hours, bumping into several obstacles along the way before finally collapsing against a tree. I've escaped the last of my pursuers. Although I am alive, my den is lost, and I; without a place to belong once again.

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The air gets cool as night falls and the sound of crickets can be heard.
I move onward, cold snow between my toes. Each step forward helped the pain in my paw pads from running on harsh rocky terrain subside, but caused the pain in my shoulder to grow. I kept going until I felt free from the shrouds of darkness. Sudden warmth pulls through my fur and drags me from my pain, causing me to sit up. From the vast nothing; a single point into 'sight'.
As quickly as that point arrives, another joins it, followed yet by another- all shining; until my view is filled with points of varying sizes and intensities. I look around for the very first time in my life and 'see'.
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[𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕝]

The world, as pure as my father described...
Stars;
the jagged mountains;
the smooth crisp snow;
and the bright shining moon above.
I feel at peace.


'Nothing' is unstable.
It is so uniform that the law of entropy takes over,
And the universe has no choice but to fill it with beauty.
I have to find him. I need to discover the secrets of this place.

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Waiting for the end

[Unleashed Squiid]

Wow! Sadly I'm too busy to try out, but this is really beautiful! Nice job! c:

[Morta]

Username;
Viscet name;
gender;
gender for breeding purposes;
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Res with fighting in the military is a tradition will all first born children each generation in his family. So while he doesn't particularly enjoy it, it's a tradition he can't break

[Razors]

Makes me think of a Zinogre. Very cool!! I love this! Goodluck to all entering. =)

[Kyubba]

Username; ~TigerOfFlame~
Viscet name; Zora
gender; Female
gender for breeding purposes; Female
Thoughts of the battlefield; Horrible, Destructive, Horrible And FUN

[-Shaded-]

Watching :0
Nice line-work btw!!
yo I might be tempted to tryout
Res with Cocky and stoic leader

[cyberdragon725]

Gosh dang it betta. XD res

[Fukase]

Username; Fukase
Viscet name; Raiju (after the Japanese lightning demon)
gender; Male
gender for breeding purposes; Male
Thoughts of the battlefield; He considers the battlefield a means to an end. Battle is serious business and should not be taken lightly but it should also not be enjoyed and reveled in. War and battle are waged in order to bring peace and an end to opposition. Sometimes it is not justified but one must fight anyway to keep their place in the world.