(matope) - Memento Mori Halloween Event - raffle & contests!

[Matope]

Welcome to the Matope Halloween Memento Mori event!
The theme of this event is ghosts, spirits, pale memories of once-living kin.

If you're unfamiliar with the shop, click the image above to head over to the main thread and read up about the world of Matope and the Kimeti that inhabit it, as well as the rest of our shop's rules. It is especially important that you read up on the naming conventions for the world, as they are very specific, and if you do not know the rules then you might be excluded or disqualified from certain events.

This event will begin October 1st and end October 31st.

NOTE: All contests and events end at 10pm EST unless otherwise noted.

Link to our event!
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[Matope]

Some strange invaders have taken over various Matope threads, areas of the guild, profiles, maybe even on off-site Matope related pages -- finding their way into unexpected locations and just waiting for you to find them.

New pets will be hidden randomly during the event for you to find, so keep an eye peeled, and be creative. If you locate one of these strange new creatures, please head to this thread in the guild. You can also keep an eye out there for just how many creatures are still lurking...

[Matope]

pink kimeti - acha - mantis - purple kimeti

Halfway through the event, now, we're tossing up another free raffle for these blushing ghosts. To win these, though, you have to work a little -- telling a joke or a pun about ghosts every time you claim a ticket! You can claim a maximum of 5 tickets per person, but each ticket must have its own ghost-themed joke or pun.

To claim yours, please use the code below!

This raffle will end on October 31st at 10pm EST.

Code:

[align=center][color=pink][b][size=20]WHY ARE THESE GHOSTS BLUSHING?[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Preference List:[/b] goes here
[b]Ghost joke/pun:[/b] make it a good one!

Tickets:

1. Amizade: purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
   
2. Amizade: purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
   
3. Amizade: purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
   
4. Amizade: purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
   
5. Amizade: purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
   
6. Amorpheous: pink kimeti, mantis
   
7. Amorpheous: pink kimeti, mantis
   
8. Amorpheous: pink kimeti, mantis
   
9. Amorpheous: pink kimeti, mantis
   
10. Amorpheous: pink kimeti, mantis
    
11. Blinded By Silence: Pink Kimeti, Mantis, Purple Kimeti, Acha
    
12. Blinded By Silence: Pink Kimeti, Mantis, Purple Kimeti, Acha
    
13. Blinded By Silence: Pink Kimeti, Mantis, Purple Kimeti, Acha
    
14. Blinded By Silence: Pink Kimeti, Mantis, Purple Kimeti, Acha
    
15. Blinded By Silence: Pink Kimeti, Mantis, Purple Kimeti, Acha
    
16. Boocifer: acha
    
17. Boocifer: acha
    
18. Boocifer: acha
    
19. Boocifer: acha
    
20. Boocifer: acha
    
21. Celestial Requiem: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, acha, mantis
    
22. Celestial Requiem: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, acha, mantis
    
23. Celestial Requiem: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, acha, mantis
    
24. Celestial Requiem: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, acha, mantis
    
25. Celestial Requiem: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, acha, mantis
    
26. Chibi_Kokoro143: Pink, Purple, Mantis, Acha
    
27. Delicate Rose Bud: purple Kimeti, pink Kimeti
    
28. Dizzy_Kat: Acha, purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
    
29. Dizzy_Kat: Acha, purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
    
30. Dizzy_Kat: Acha, purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
    
31. Dizzy_Kat: Acha, purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
    
32. Dizzy_Kat: Acha, purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis
    
33. [Eskimo]: Purple kimeti, acha, pink kemti, mantis
    
34. [Eskimo]: Purple kimeti, acha, pink kemti, mantis
    
35. [Eskimo]: Purple kimeti, acha, pink kemti, mantis
    
36. [Eskimo]: Purple kimeti, acha, pink kemti, mantis
    
37. [Eskimo]: Purple kimeti, acha, pink kemti, mantis
    
38. FrostyPeaches: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, acha, mantis
    
39. FrostyPeaches: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, acha, mantis
    
40. FrostyPeaches: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, acha, mantis
    
41. FrostyPeaches: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, acha, mantis
    
42. FrostyPeaches: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, acha, mantis
    
43. Gene Wilder: Acha, purple, pink, mantis
    
44. Gene Wilder: Acha, purple, pink, mantis
    
45. Gene Wilder: Acha, purple, pink, mantis
    
46. GhouIs: pink, acha, purple, mantis
    
47. GhouIs: pink, acha, purple, mantis
    
48. Huni Pi: mantis, acha
    
49. Jun D: mantis, acha
    
50. Jun D: mantis, acha
    
51. Jun D: mantis, acha
    
52. Jun D: mantis, acha
    
53. Jun D: mantis, acha
    
54. Kitty Sprightt: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, mantis
    
55. Kitty Sprightt: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, mantis
    
56. Kitty Sprightt: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, mantis
    
57. Kitty Sprightt: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, mantis
    
58. Kitty Sprightt: Pink kimeti, purple kimeti, mantis
    
59. Lady Aria Starstone: Acha, Purple, Pink, Mantis
    
60. Lural: Pink meti, Purple meti, Acha, mantis
    
61. Lural: Pink meti, Purple meti, Acha, mantis
    
62. Lural: Pink meti, Purple meti, Acha, mantis
    
63. Lural: Pink meti, Purple meti, Acha, mantis
    
64. Lural: Pink meti, Purple meti, Acha, mantis
    
65. PeanutButterpies: Pink meti, Acha, Purple meti, mantis
    
66. phoenix kiss: purple kimeti, pink kimeti
    
67. phoenix kiss: purple kimeti, pink kimeti
    
68. phoenix kiss: purple kimeti, pink kimeti
    
69. phoenix kiss: purple kimeti, pink kimeti
    
70. phoenix kiss: purple kimeti, pink kimeti
    
71. Prolixity: Purple kimeti, pink kimeti, mantis, acha
    
72. Sareibear: pink kimeti, acha, purple kimeti, mantis
    
73. Sareibear: pink kimeti, acha, purple kimeti, mantis
    
74. Sareibear: pink kimeti, acha, purple kimeti, mantis
    
75. Sareibear: pink kimeti, acha, purple kimeti, mantis
    
76. Sareibear: pink kimeti, acha, purple kimeti, mantis
    
77. Shaddaling: Acha, Mantis, Purple meti, Pink meti
    
78. Sushi Surfer: purple kimeti, acha, pink kimeti, mantis
    
79. Sushi Surfer: purple kimeti, acha, pink kimeti, mantis
    
80. Sushi Surfer: purple kimeti, acha, pink kimeti, mantis
    
81. Sushi Surfer: purple kimeti, acha, pink kimeti, mantis
    
82. Tiarana: purple meti, acha, mantis, pink meti
    
83. Tiarana: purple meti, acha, mantis, pink meti
    
84. Tiarana: purple meti, acha, mantis, pink meti
    
85. Tiarana: purple meti, acha, mantis, pink meti
    
86. Tiarana: purple meti, acha, mantis, pink meti
    
87. ~Twilight…Angel~: Pink Kimeti, Purple Kimeti, Acha, Mantis
    
88. ~Twilight…Angel~: Pink Kimeti, Purple Kimeti, Acha, Mantis
    
89. ~Twilight…Angel~: Pink Kimeti, Purple Kimeti, Acha, Mantis
    
90. ~Twilight…Angel~: Pink Kimeti, Purple Kimeti, Acha, Mantis
    
91. ~Twilight…Angel~: Pink Kimeti, Purple Kimeti, Acha, Mantis
    

[Matope]

kimeti -- moth -- kiokote

Again, we're asking you to whip out your artistic chops and show off your abilities with photoshop [or, of course, any other program of your choice] to create an object-head photo manipulation -- meaning you must take a body and replace the head with some kind of object, a la headless horseman's jack-o-lantern head, or pyramid head's giant pyramid, or a television, or whatever else you can come up with!

You can use a human, or any kimeti you might own, or any other creature you mind find. The only requirement is that the head be replaced with some kind of weird object. Creativity is encouraged!

To enter, please post your poetry in this thread using the code below. This contest will end on November 2nd at 10pm EST.

Code:

[align=center][color=orange][b][size=20]OBJECT HEADS[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Pref list:[/b] goes here
[b]Entry:[/b] Please put an image, in img tags, of your art here! Any additional images or information should follow under a spoiler tag.

Entries:

Entry By Amorpheous

What better thing to do when you're sick and hiding in your room than to photoshop a toaster onto a goat?

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: moth, kiokote
Entry:

Entry By [Eskimo]

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: kiokete, kimeti, moth
Entry:

Skull stock source
Wallpaper source
I hope you don't mind the thumbnail. T__T;; The image turned out too big even after resizing, so I thought this would be best for the thread, LOL... orz

Entry By Toshihiko Two

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: moth, meti, kio
Entry:

guest and host having a tea party

Entry By LOLLI qAq

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: Kimeti, Kio, Moth
Entry:

"I don't give a flying ********-- I do what I want."

(Actually, should I spoiler the image for profanity? Since it can't be filtered?)

Entry By Prolixity

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: kiokote, kimeti, moth
Entry:

Images used: chickens, axe

Entry By Gene Wilder

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: Kimeti, Kiokote, moth
Entry:

I call it "WHO ORDERED THE HAM AND EGGS?".

I love Miami Vice. Not gonna lie. But sweet god, sometimes Phillip Michael Thomas (right) sure can go overboard in his acting. So I replaced his head with a massive ham, because that's what he is. |D And as for Don Johnson (left), I was like, "Well what goes with ham?" And then it hit me.


SONNY "SIDE UP" CROCKETT. emotion_awesome

Entry By musicaloner7

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: kimeti, moth, kiokote
Entry:

Entry By FrostyPeaches

OBJECT HEADS

Pref list: kiokote, moth, kimeti
Entry:

sorry this computer only has mspaint

[Matope]

dark zikwa - totoma - caiman - kiokote - light zikwa

The final contest of our Halloween event is a short one, asking you to present a story of less than 100 words that is told entirely without any visuals -- a story told from the perspective of someone who cannot see.

Your story can take any format you like, but should not exceed 100 words; perhaps it is entirely dialogue, or told through smells or sounds. It can have a beginning, middle and end or it could simply be a vignette, an image. You're encouraged to set it in our world [swamp, plains, mountains, what have you] and write it about a kin, but this is not a requirement; if you have another idea, go for it!

This contest will end on November 2nd at 10pm EST, and will be judged shortly after. Please use the code below to enter!

Code:

[align=center][color=gray][b][size=20]A BLIND STORY![/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Preferenc list:[/b] goes here
[b]ENTRY:[/b] goes here

Entries:

Entry By Archaeological

Posting my writing makes me so nervous. emo

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Dark zikwa, light zikwa, caiman, totoma, kiokote.
ENTRY: Creeping tendrils caress my skin as the moisture in the air steals the breath from my lungs. My turmoil beats warnings in my chest and fear envelops me as my soul slips away. The darkness is alive.

Entry By Delicate Rose Bud

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: light, kikote
ENTRY: As strange as it may sound, bats are the one thing we can relate to most, in the sense of being in the dark our whole lives

yet these gracefully awkward creatures are delicate and attentive to the sounds of life around them, much more than we could be.

they teach us that being in the dark is something that you will survive if you are sensitive to those around you

(might have lost myself in the poem, don't quite know if this fits)

Entry By Jynk

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: light zikwa, totoma, dark zikwa, caiman, kiokote
ENTRY:

I hear you there in the eternal darkness, your heavy steps echoing as you approach. Your breath is fetid and hot on my neck as you breath heavy, close. Dangerously close. I can feel your claws on my skin, parting it easily as my insides lighten and release, spilling forth. I can hear them splash upon the ground. My strength fades. I hear sounds of you eating, enjoying my life as it fades. The darkness of my life becomes even darker as I slip away. Could this be the end? I sigh and welcome the darkness as it takes me.

Right at 100 words, woot! Tagged due to a little gore.

Entry By Lady Aria Starstone

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Dark Zikwa, Kiokote, Light Zikwa, Totoma, Caiman
ENTRY:
Wind blowing as I move, I cannot tell where I run. I just know there is terror behind, and to the sides. Their cold wishes for my demise tells me I have not escaped. Ice crunches below me, the smells unfamiliar. They drive me, and in my terror I cannot seem to change paths. The sounds of their breathing causes my skin to shiver on my bones, a crawling sensation that I wish would end. I can hear my own voice whisper prayers for salvation, but nothing comes to save me, and it ends in a sharp fall and pain.

Entry By Ruriska

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Light Zikwa, Kio, totoma, dark zikwa
ENTRY:

"You’re so beautiful."

Please stop.

"I wish you could see just how beautiful you are."

It hurts.

"You’re a piece of art."

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

"Are you crying?"

Just let me go.

"Such lovely tears of joy."

I can’t take anymore.

"It’s okay; I know how thankful you are."

No.

"Even if you can’t speak the words."

Hurts.

"Shame your tongue was in the way."

Please.

"Don’t go yet my sweet."

Stop.

"Don’t stop breathing."

Just…

"We still have such much left to do."

… kill me.
.

Entry By [Eskimo]

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: light zikwa, dark zikwa, kiokote, caiman, totoma
ENTRY:

Singe of cinnamon bark in his nose, then throat.

She was present.

“Are you ready?” came the question, a cockle shell sound.

His blood surged to a steady thrumming. Heat, then chill once more.

“No?” he heard the smile in her voice.

“Yes,” he corrected defensively.

“…Come,” the command pricked his soul.

He moved carefully towards her voice, the pleasure of grass under hoof a momentary distraction.

Halt.

Moth wings fluttered against his chest; then he felt the flesh split.

Shuddering gasps.

Incisors sunk into his heart, a graceful removal.

This was her price.

It felt like love.

Entry By LOLLI qAq

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Kio, Light Zikwa, Caiman
ENTRY:
I am alone.

Hotness sprays my face and sticks to my lips. A metallic tang fills my mouth and later coats my tongue in strange sweetness. Flesh is felt between teeth and underhoof as it's stripped away from bone. Heavy breathing and pleas for death fill my eager, sensitive, ears.

I am alone.

Entry By Patmos of Endtimes

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Kio, totoma, light zikwa
ENTRY:

Sometimes I remember the feel of sunshine baking my skin, the burn of a sharp wind, the smell of dry sand like knives in my nose, the taste of fresh plants dying crisply in my mouth.

Sometimes I wish I got out more.

And then I realize I could easily leave this hole. It would be so simple.

So terrifying!

This prison is one of my own making.

Entry By Sushi Surfer

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: dark zikwa, totoma, light zikwa, caiman, kiokote
ENTRY: He didn't know which way to run. There was no sight to guide him on the safe path. Wind howled past him, whistling loudly in his ears. It was so strong that it cut through his fur straight to skin, near burning him. Sharp points attacked him from above and the sides, soaking him to what felt like his very bones. Loud, angry clapping seemed to come from high above him. Eventually, he hit a solid, rough and hard. He curled into himself as an unseen and mighty enemy beat at him.

Entry By Minsuil

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Light Zikwa, Kiokote
ENTRY:
My body, burns, aflame
as if mugwort were crawling
inside my skin, spreading,
growing. Virgin Artemis
must have known the sear of
mugwort so akin to longing,
a burning brand on clear
throats and empty chests.

Entry By Toshihiko Two

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: toto, dark, light, kio, caiman
ENTRY:
Cover your eyes, Mother tells me. Let's play a game.
I keep them shut, count to ten, and give chase.
We tumble together in the meadow, laughing.

After, we walk through another tribe's territory.
Cover your eyes, Mother tells me. Let's play a game.
I can hear the desperate clack of horns, bleating.

He leaves his mark carved next to the body, gloating.
I do not have my own mark but, years later, I recognize his.
Cover your eyes, I tell him. Let's play a game.

Entry By Amorpheous

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: totoma, light zikwa, kiokote, caiman
ENTRY:
Close your eyes. What lurks in the dark?

A sound. You think leaves, snake- monster: grotesque, breathing, rumbling in the distance, getting closer as you stand, vulnerable.

A feeling. You think wind, caiman- ghost: ephemeral, malevolent, hungry, trying to reach you, coming back as you stand, defenseless.

A taste. You think saliva, fur- blood: hot, slick, suffocating, running down your throat, spilling forth as you stand, vital.

A smell. You think flowers, food- rot: cloying, putrid, disgusting, heaving with bloat and mold, rising up as you stand, fresh.

Just imagine. The mind creates terrors the eye cannot see.

Entry By phoenix kiss

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: kiokote, totoma, light zikwa, dark zikwa, caiman
ENTRY:
Before I found them, they found me: a sudden gentle press of bodies against mine, harsh excited breathing at finding a newcomer. They escort me through dank swamp; hooves splash through the mud, through rotted vegetation, until finally we come to the damp smell of a cave. They push me through the cool air, their voices soft and breathless. Something hisses a warning and the voices stop. Then the sudden sting. A wasp? No -- my legs gently fold. A snake? I lie down. Perhaps -- just something to put me to sleep. They were looking out for me all along...

Entry By Jun D

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: kiokote, light zikwa, totoma, dark zikwa, caiman
ENTRY:

You brought me to water and said, "This is blue." And then I knew blue is the scent of always-new, a bright burble, the cool, soothing taste of living.

You brought me to grass and said, "This is green." And then I knew green is the perfume of heady sap, the bitter-sweetness of growth.

"This is red," you said. Red: a scream, copper-stench, the taste of – death. Even then, I cried.

But nothing like now, with copper thick and death on my questioning tongue: I nudge your warmth; you do not move.

I cry, "Mama."

Mama.

You are red.

Entry By Lural

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: Light zikwa, dark zikwa, toma, caiman, kio
ENTRY:
There's nothingness before my eyes. No light nor dark, simply nothing. All around me the deep rich scent of wet earth, it's almost suffocating. There's a ringing in my ears, and for a moment, that's all I hear. I try to stretch my legs but I'm crippled by pain and cannot move them. A weight is falling on me, blanketing me. I'm surrounded by that rich earthy scent again. I open my mouth to scream, only to find I'm swallowing earth. Crushed, suffocating, I'm buried alive.

Entry By musicaloner7

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: light zikwa, dark zikwa, totoma, reroll.
ENTRY:

Humidity, thick and heavy, clinging like moss to soaked bark, drenched each inhale.
Warm air laced with the spices, and bitterness of the moist habitat rallied the nostrils, and stuck to the palette like a film.
Hooves sank slowly, under tender, softened earth below. It was a welcoming embrace, gentle, and kind, without any rush or malice in its hold.
The creaks, sighs, and moans of aging trees were frequent, accompanied with blubbering of bubbles from the swamp water, buzzing and clicks from bugs, and bellows of toads.
Sight wasn't needed. The other senses did just fine.

Entry By FrostyPeaches

A BLIND STORY!

Preference list: kiokote, light zikwa, totoma, dark zikwa, caiman
ENTRY: I woke up to the sounds of growling and bones breaking. Instinctively I opened my eyes but saw nothing. I started to run. The fear of not knowing caused my heart to race and my body to jitter. I could not tell where I was going and ran through thornbushes. I felt my flesh cut open. I wanted to stop and lick the places that were hurting. The growls got louder. Fangs snapped shut just as I had ran into a deadend and leaped off a cliff. I felt the warm wind embrace me as I fell to my death.

[Matope]

There are still more random surprises waiting which may crop up now and then during the event: short, in-thread giveaways, at random times, so stick around and keep your eyes peeled...!

[Matope]

FUTURE EVENTS:

These events will happen later in the month:

[Matope]

FINISHED CONTESTS:

Starting off the event with a bang is a beautiful ghostly gent, carrying with him the memory of old scars. In order to win him, all you need to do is write a short [less than 500 word] story or memory for a kin who is covered with scars, conveying how they got them, where they came from, or anything else you'd like to tell. This story could be about a kin you own, or about an imagined one, could be the buck above or even a mythological kin. The only requirement is that it is somehow about a kin's scars.

To enter, please post your story in this thread using the code below. This contest will end on October 6th at 10pm EST. NOW CLOSED.

Code:

[align=center][color=pink][b][size=20]A SCARIFICATION STORY[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Story:[/b] Please put your story here!

Entries:

Entry ByWitchWalk

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story:

"By the sea, by the sea..." I had heard this chanted by a stranger I once passed while running through the plains.
The sea? I had not heard of such a thing. I decided to ask my fellow kin of this word in hopes of finding an answer. I asked someone new everyday, for days on end! But when my own kind were unable to provide a answer, it greatly bothered me.
This word called 'the sea' was so great; it's energy and power so strong. I had to know what it was. I was determined to find an answer. One way or another, someone had to have heard of the sea, right?

I sought further; into the swamplands. There I met others in my galloping travel; the entangling roots of the trees hidden beneath murky waters made my journey slightly bumpy.
"Have you heard of the sea?" I would ask to Kimeti tall and short as I stumbled through their territory. Their replies were always the same.
There had to be at least one soul who knew what this word meant. It's meaning... Yet I came across none who knew, or had only heard rumors. Rumors were not what I wanted! Soon, my never ending wandering felt like years worth of travel to my aching body and hooves. My legs taut from attempting to bound across the swamplands, and bruised from tripping over hidden rootings and stones. It was very different from the carefree plains I called home.

"Have you heard of the sea? Have you heard of the sea?" This question became the only words I uttered to passerby as I cautiously made my way deep into the swamplands after what seemed like an eternity. Time was not readable here. I had earned nicks and cuts and bruises, had been attacked and ambushed and battered by animals; even unfriendly kin. Barely bounding away. Yet still, I chose to continue to journey on despite my condition.

The waters soon began to sting at my exposed wounds and somewhat ragged, furless features. Water does not sting, does it? The air began to smell different. It, too, stung my nostrils as I waded through a shallow stream that led outwards towards the light. Had I come across a new land?
Emerging into the blinding sunlight, there was the strangest noise I had ever heard: thunder on the land. The land was ever shifting, and of a bright, pale hue that took on the color of sunlight. There were giant, jagged rocks scattered across it's scape, and the water was the deepest blue. As bright as the sky! I had never seen such a sight.

A lone, ancient Kimeti sat atop a hill of this shifting land. I staggered over, hoping that they could perhaps answer the question that took over my very being. My mouth dry as I croaked,
"Have you heard of the sea?"

"I have. We can hear it right now."

...The sea was beautiful as opposed to me.

This was probably so pointless, but I felt so compelled to write about this Kiokote's long venture after becoming obsessed with finding an answer to his question.
I really enjoyed writing it either way! Trying to keep it under 500 words was a new challenge.

Entry ByLOLLI qAq

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story:

A cut here and a picked scab there- It had been coincidence that the tissue raised against his skin had left a beautiful pattern across his hind leg.
He didn't even notice when he started accidentally intentionally unintentionally being clumsy. Running into sharp stones in just the right way. Picking fights with sharp clawed creatures and dancing around them so they left exactly the right marks.
Once he realized what he was doing it was no longer enough. He could no longer chance relying on outside forces to create the deep marks he craved.

He took to cutting himself. Slowly. Cautiously. Painfully slicing into himself. It was satisfying to watch the blood drip from the sprawling floral arrangements he made on his own flesh. As time went by and he became more proud of what he was creating he even stopped trying to explain it away. This was no accident. Even the first cut, he was sure, had been fate.
He cut and dug. Snipped and snagged. Until every part of his body was covered in swirling scars. They marked the constellations in the sky and the leaves on the trees. They documented the creatures on the land and in the sea. It was his ode to all life under The Motherfather's loving gaze. He had but one last thing to add. One last gash across the blank space of his throat and he'd be-

Done.

Under spoiler tag for possible self-mutilation triggers.

Entry By Sushi Surfer

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story:

He breathed in deeply, the crisp winter air atop the boulder that he stood on. One eye was useless as a huge scar ran down from the top of his head down to his neck. That eye had not survived the incident. The other eye scanned his surroundings. Since he was born, all he could remember was that he had always had bad luck when it came to plants and trees. At a young age, he had stumbled into a tangle of thorns. No one had been around to help him so his struggles had only caused the thorns to dig into his tender flesh and scrape trails of blood into his fur. That was a minor accident though.

His eye had been the worst. It was only an accident. This story began with happiness. He had met a doe that wasn't disgusted by his scars. She ran with him, danced with him, and laughed with him through his unfortunate stumbles. One night, when clouds blocked out the moon, they were running together. He was sure she was the one as he turned to look at her with joy on his face. Then the branch came. Out of nowhere it gouged down his face, into his eye. He tried to pull back but only succeeded in making that particular scar longer. Now he ran alone, slept alone, and danced no more.

Entry By Dizzy_Kat

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story: It was a ritual, a tradition, a sin against the MotherFather to outsiders but a rite of passage among his kin. He was taboo in his pristine whiteness. Nature was not perfect. In it's millions of sticks, rocks, leaves and creatures perfection was rare. It was the imperfections after all, the chaos, the markings and wounds that spoke of life and the living. Perfection was unnatural.

He stood still as his kin circled him. His hide had marked him from birth as something wrong, something that didn't belong. Anticipation and need sealed his throat against words when finally, the searing pain of a hot brand touched his face. His muscles twitched but he held still. This was his trial, his redemption, his punishment and his blessing. Another touched his flank and pain etched his benediction deep into his mind even as the stench of his own burning flesh and fur mingled with the scent of sulfur in his nose.

The brand was a sharpened stick of hardwood thrust into a vent in the ground where the motherfather's lifeblood ran hot and glowing near the surface. He and his kin had traveled far to find the spitting mountain where it worked to build new land. Near it's foot small cracks in the ground oozed slowly. The black surface crust cracking to reveal the fresh lava within. Each time the brands were stabbed in they came out black and on fire. One of his brethren would blow out the flames and another bearing the brand would swiftly trace a new line of pain into his flesh.

It was necessary though. All of the MotherFather's creations bore the marks of the living. For one such as him, born a white so pure with not a single fleck or hue marred it meant that he must undergo their dark ritual. Swirling forms blossomed across his hide, the fur blackened and bloody as the artists went about their work. It was a gift that they marked him so beautifully. Any odd pattern would have done but they carefully took their time even as his muscles began to spasm painfully and he trembled in his attempts to remain upright. When he healed he would be beautiful. He would be perfect.

Entry By phoenix kiss

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story:

He falls. He'd meant to do it, of course; this was not the first time he'd jumped off of a precipice to see how long it took him to reach the bottom. Most times it ends with a thud, a crackle of branches and a small crater left in the vegetation and loam; most times it ends with a bout of breathless, almost hysterical laughter and a new story to tell:

This time it ends in pain.

He falls and chooses his descent poorly. Thin, whippy branches tear at his hair and skin as he falls, he crashes into a thicker branch that bounces him off of it and bruises his ribs, and the moment before he impacts the earth he can see a jagged shard of log erupting from the mud. He turns his head, and winces, and it does him little good -- there is a curse on his lips when he hits the ground with a crash of bone and then it turns into a yowl, lynx-like, as the log cuts his face open.

For a time he wanders the swamp half-blind, one side of his face swollen and red but ego no less dampened. He pushes his injury into thick river mud to make a poultice (at the behest of a doe with a knowledgeable glint in her eyes), and it soothes it for a time, but he wonders if he will ever see again. And the pain, sharp at first and fading into a dull throb, the constant reminder that kimeti cannot (should not?) fly.

For a time the stories he tells are less about his adventures -- they become precautionary tales, about the time he saved a foal from a caiman. Don't swim in rivers in which you cannot see the bottom. Always listen when the birds go silent. The doe he tells these to looks at his mud-caked face and wonders. He gets nowhere.

Eventually the poultice flakes and cracks off and the swelling goes down and he takes the first tentative looks around. He can see. His vision remains. But his face has changed -- he sees this as he regards his reflection in the clear waters of a stream. Down one side of his face, from eyebrow ridge to the hard line of his jaw, is a scar, thin and white, from where the log split him open.

He tosses his head; blonde mane patters against his forehead in a rakish sort of way. He decides he likes it. This time he has sense enough to determine that like aside, he will not seek to acquire a new telltale mark.

In time, scars cover him, crossing his hide underneath the coat of short, fine hair. His hooves crack, his hair goes salt-coarsened and sun-bleached. He remembers jumping off of the cliff.

Entry By SilverShieldwolf

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story: The pain intensified as they dug deeper into his body.

He didn't know why he went after the whole pack. His stomach rumbling for food after days since the bucks last meal. He had stepped away from them, only to return shortly after. Little did he know that they were waiting for him. The kiokote buck was the prey in this game and he didn't know it. He stalked them, waiting for the right time. There the smallest fell behind, limping. He could get that one for sure!

He charged, using the last of his strength to attack. He didn't see more of the pack to the sides, hidden by some shade. As he charged past, they jumped him. Pulling him down by his tail and mane, screaming as he felt their claws and teeth pushing into his skin. The kiokote kicked at the pack, quickly loosing energy as he watched them mangle his formerly glorious coat. That pain was unbearable and he passed out.

A soft nudge...He must of imagined it as he was dead. Another nudge and his eyes slowly opened. Something saved him, though he was still in the spot the failed attack happened. With a wobbly head, the young buck looked at himself to know what happened. A horrible scream tore through his throat. The scars, they covered his legs and back in rugged and rough patches. He could never hide, never return to the heard looking like this.

The mental scars stayed with him, giving him nightmares. So badly that he started to never sleep. He avoided pools of water as the scars on his face made him weep from his rash judgement all those years ago.

Entry By FrostyPeaches

A SCARIFICATION STORY

Story:

He let out a heavy hearted sigh as he stopped for air. The colours of this world surrounding him at this moment all seemed bleak and dreary. Looking down at his front legs, he rubbed one over the other observing the patterns permanently staying on his hide. The opened wounds, now healed, were clearly visible. There were more if them all over his body.

This, this was the price I had to pay.

On he went as he galloped out of the plains and started his way to climb up the snowy mountain. The rumbling of hooves steps started again. It was no time to stop. They ran as he ran, snapping dry twigs ever so often.

This, this was the price I had to pay.

He did not flinch at the sound of grunting as the hooves steps got heavier and louder for he continued to reach his way to the top. He could not stop, no. Not now. Not ever.

It struck him on his side and he felt the burst of pain wash over him. The thick and sharp horns of the totoma were no joke. Again it struck him and he toppled over unable to withstand the sudden impact.

The sky above started to spin as he laid there out of breathe and out of time. His vision became blurry as he tried to hold back the salty tears knowing very well how useless he was.
A small totoma walked out from within the herd and approached him. She was missing a left eye. She nuzzled him and he nuzzled her back.

He knew she would have died that day if he had chosen to ignore her when she got attacked by a cheetah. But he knew he couldn’t watch her die in front of his eyes. He had always loved her even if the entire totoma tribe rejected him. He didn't care. He saved her by pushing her into a cave and caused her to lose her eye.

This, this was the price I had to pay.

He carried those scars proud. She was still alive. And he passes out.

[Matope]

FINISHED PT 2

red -- green -- black

Three sisters, similar but each with her own abilities, once lived together in a quiet section of the swamp. Over time, their skills, talents and stories were exaggerated through stories and song and, most importantly, poems.

For this contest, we're asking that you write a poem that happens over three parts -- whether that be interweaving, three stanzas, or three short rhyming couplets -- that tells a little something about their story. It doesn't have to be major, doesn't have to be epic, just has to have three parts.

To enter, please post your poetry in this thread using the code below. This contest will end on October 12th at 10pm EST.

Code:

[align=center][color=purple][b][size=20]THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Pref list:[/b] goes here
[b]Poem:[/b] Please put your poem here!

Entries:

Entry by Chrystali

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Red, Green, Black
Poem:

"You've your mother's eyes," they told the eldest,
who smiles right on cue.
Little do they know
she stole those eyes long ago
making their statement true.

"You look cold," they told the second,
who stares unblinking where she will.
'neath avalanche she was squashed,
emerging blind and soft,
she never feels any chill.

No words are shared with the third,
who heeds not to any call.
She gambled with the dark,
consumed the night's very heart,
and now, she sees all.

Entry by Sareibear

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: [black, green, red]
Poem:

Where blackest night,
Meets day's first light:
three sisters were conceived.
Though not the same by look,
their air the same by book,
They share in habit,
in speech,
and status,
though each of them unique.

First sister, spirits she hears-
they whisper in her ears;
Second sister does not see-
true to birth of blackness, she;
Third sister knows blood runneth red-
visions constantly dance in her head.

Moonlight bathes the swamps,
Sunlight bathes the canopy-
Where blackest night,
Meets day's first light:
Three sisters, like-minded family.

Entry by kuroopu

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, black, red
Poem:


I have no voice to speak to you
but I will hear your heartbeat
and make it mine

I have no ears to listen to you
but I will watch over you
and keep you safe

I have no eyes to see you
but I will speak to you
of lovely things

Entry by Lady Aria Starstone

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Green, Red, Black
Poem:
Three sisters born bright,
Gentle Souls untouched by blight,
Free of the cold night.

Then came a dark day,
The vilest beast came their way,
and attacked did he.

Three souls are freed now,
for the shadows they have seen,
and conquered as queens.

Entry by Blinded By Silence

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Red, Black, Green
Poem:

A wisp of white against the black of night,
A guiding light with lack of sight,
Excitement turns to panic in light of what is shown,
Another trap is set with the Lure of the Unknown.

Another ghost, stained with red,
With long, sharp fangs that leave you bled,
Your twitching body is left to reek,
This is what it takes to Cull the Meek.

As your vision fades to black,
Another hovers, and with a crack,
Ends your torture with a groan,
For all must Reap what is Sown.

Entry by Aric Val

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, red, black
Poem:

One, her heart once full,
Memories of joy but what a fool,
Now a lost love, it tore her apart,
She took his heart, and also ripped it to parts.

Two, her eyes once alive,
With trusted beings, but only to watch their demise
Now lost friends, only to say goodbye
In her own world, she speaks to the beyond.

Three, she once was proud,
A leader, who always inspired a crowd,
Now lost that voice, no words when she can hear your mind,
Everything even herself, left behind.

Entry by Sarano_Krem

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, black, red
Poem:

SISTERS OF THE UNDERWORLD

The first sister is the flames.
Burning.
Searing the flesh
and smoking the air.
She lights the darkness a sinister red.

The second sister is the well of souls,
the collector of the dead.
Spirits hang on her walls
like a set of precious stones.
They are safe and cared for
with her.

The third sister is Death itself.
Her glacial heart prevents feelings
and her logical mind kills attempts of persuasion or seduction.
Using her soulless eyes to judge the living,
she is ruler of the Underworld.

Entry by Jynk

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, black, red
Poem:

Sister Red, so full of grace,
Always with a smile upon her face
And darkness in her heart.

Sister Black, queen of wrath,
Strikes down all who cross her path
With murder in her heart.

Sister Green, slowly fading away.
For those wandering at night, you'd better pray
She doesn't come to steal your heart.

Entry By Sushi Surfer

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: black, green, red
Poem: And red coated her face like liquid pain
in her eyes, vicious, thick, blinding
a splash of white
the mark of innocence long dead.

And green blossomed with hidden menace
thorns that twist and bind
it sneaks around your throat
her laughter clogging your ears.

And black whispered in the shadows
come to me, embrace, settle in
the nothing which makes her
unseen beyond closed lids.


((New contest! <3 I'll have to do that one at a later time.))

Entry By Delicate Rose Bud

// pops in //

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, red, black
Poem: visionless she may appear
guard your name lest she overhear
she'll steal your eyes with sick delight
such is the sport of Eyeless Sight

godless hopeless and insane
beware the doe has no restrain
her gaze you hope to be immune
else you turn out mad as Blood Moon

voiceless ballads serenade
enchantress of the everglade
resist her call the whole night long
or your voice belongs to Siren Song

Entry By Lural

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Green, Red, Black
Poem:
Deep in the swamp, there lived the sisters three
Quick of mind and all beyond fair of face
Hidden from all by the thick mangrove trees
But tales abound of this hidden place

The eldest of three, with her eyes of ice
Can look at your past or speak with the dead
It may sound so grand, but it comes at a price
She demands the lovely horns from your head

The second of three with hair all in waves
Can see what you want, wherever it lay
The love of your life, or treasures in caves
The price of her work, smooth stones from a bay

The girls welcome all who seek out their gifts
Some more then others, which causes a rift


The youngest of three, with white fur so fair
Most unassuming and frightful by far
Can see to your end, ask her if you dare
She asks for nothing, which may seem bizarre

Down trodden poor souls would seek out the does
To speak with lost loves and say their goodbye
Or would be heroes with many a foes
Sought out the sisters to know when they'd die

Fewer and fewer the middle did seek
Preferring the past or future instead
She could not take it and let out a shriek
"A pox on my sisters, I wish they were dead!”

The second sister then did go quite mad
And, oh! In her rage did something so bad


Into her elder sister's den did sneak
The second born doe stole several old horns
And to the younger's den, what havoc she'd wreak
She gouged out the eyes of the youngest born

There came such a cry that the eldest ran
And saw her two sisters "What have you done!?"
The second doe stared, a grin just began
"You blinded your sister!" Cried sister one

But it wasn't enough thought sister two
No one sought her out and jealousy rained
Horn in her mouth, ran elder sister through
Blood from her sisters had her coat now stained

Her rage subsided and she was alone
In grief second sister replaced eyes with stone

Entry By Dizzy_Kat

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Green, Black, Red
Poem:
These sisters three
were set to be
the toast of swampy ground

Where dark the way
and fear held sway
the sisters could be found

With wicked gleam
they could be seen
where ghost-lights flickered 'round

To tell the tale
of kin gone pale
in misty waters drowned

But oh their lies
fooled not the wise
and deceivers they were crowned

Now quiet they sleep
in murky deep
beneath the barren mound

Entry By Gaufre

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: red, green
Poem:

The first of three had been brash
my curse turned her taste to ash.

The last gave me a gaze of undying scorn
I took her sight, wishing she hadn't been born.

Floating, two bright wisps just like her eyes
aid her flight under the swamp's night skies.

Entry By [Eskimo]

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: black, red, green
Poem:

There once were three sister savants
who'd powers and beauty both flaunt.
They made bucks their prey,
by leading them astray,
and then take their lives, nonchalant.

The eldest used black eyes to blind,
the next burned with fire unkind.
The third dined on blood,
enough to cause a flood,
to keep youthful with beauty refined.

The whispers 'round swampland still say
the three sisters live on to this day.
Young bucks, stay in your beds,
lest you become misled,
and end up in those witches' foul play!

Entry By Jun D

*huffpuff* I couldn't resist in the end.

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: black, green, red
Poem: (This ballad is an old standard for cooperative story-tellers: a young doe - usually recruited from the audience - recites the well-known prologue, inviting the older orator to tell the tale. The narrative is dramatised by a younger buck's pantomime, who reacts to the doe as if she were each of the sisters three, then vanishes before the epilogue to relinquish the orator center-stage.)

Wherefore dost thou weep, old buck,
these tears that salt thy grizzled beard?
Doth pain or ailment trouble thee - or some tale to be heard?

"Three days spent I with sisters three,
far o'er in the caverns yon -
when three days passed and I returned, my dearest kith were gone.
I was a sprightly buckling then,
my shoulders broad and withers high -
this ruin before thee dost thou see be like a stranger nigh.
I'd ventured, to the misty caves,
where I'd heard tell of sisters fair:
three sisters, so alike in grace, with wild and winding hair.

A bower had they made their own,
I marvelled, as I crept within:
the first, with crimson pelt and bone, the second, tattered wings.
And there, then, did I see the three:
the first, who smiled with bloodied hide;
the second, with her ghostly eyes; the third, who darkness cried.
I knelt afore and spoke my plea:
three days would I spend in their lay -
'to know the talents told of thee'; they thought, and said, 'Three days.'

The first, with ghastly grin, ran I
to hunt - all creatures! wide and vast;
her locks ran red, I ragged ran, till, with night, fell at last.
The second brought me far afield,
till day gave way to eventide -
and, there, we watched the ghostlights sing; she sang too, spirits' bride.
The third took I and marched, and marched,
till day and dark were dust and bone.
And then I knew: I'd walked with Death - and walked with Death alone."

And that is why I weep, young doe,
and salt my grizzled beard with tears.
But three days spent I with these maids: three days - three hundred years!

Entry By PeanutButterpies

i.. needed to try
edit: OH GOD THIS IS SO LONG I DIDNT INTEND IT TO BE

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: red, green, black
Poem:
Long ago, three sisters fair wandered upon the swamps
They had their talents, and each other, with which to play their parts
Sister red, oh clever doe, blessed with knowledge vast
Knew of the kill, of the hunt, of which plants murdered quite fast
Keen of eyes and quick of step, her prowess became well known
And queen of blood was her name, until the swamp took note
The plants withered and took no bloom, the creatures and kin began to hide
Until only known to Sister red were her siblings, who stayed by her side
She grew quite thin, her trophies dwindled, her pelt faded from red to white
And talents that she had been gifted and used were now left to rot
But Sister red simply smiled and boded her time
She's now waiting for when the swamp forgets her, forgets from whom to hide

Second sister, of ghastly complexion, is of a different view
Her gaze sees all that we can see and some that we cannot too
Of Spirit and Soul, those who have passed, but have not found peace
She finds companions, compatriots, in these kinds of beasts
Their secrets, their knowledge, she knows it all and walks with them unafraid
Sister green, of the spectral, needs none to come to her aid
For she can bend and she can twist their desires to her own
Control them, force them, make them do her bidding while she goes out to roam
It is said that she can also twist the souls of those living too
But like her darling Sister red, the swamp is hiding from her too
Sister green, oh sister green, make sure to cross her not
Her haunts and her powers make her an enemy you''ll not want

Last of them is Sister Black, most elusive of the lot
She's seen with all her sisters or else she's seen not
But whispers from the swamp do tell where her abilities lie
With death, with rot, with pestilence and the graves of those about to die
Sister black of weeping visage knows what she must do
She appears to those who will not have much living left soon
Of those barely clinging to their lives and those with much to spare
Once she's made her visit and is gone, there is nothing but bodies left there
Maiden of death, taker of life, none can hide from her when she must come
But perhaps out of sisterly love, she waits with her siblings till they too can take in their fun
Beware of these three vengeful siblings, who are still in the swamp
Make sure to hide from their gaze lest you, and then all of us, are caught

Entry By musicaloner7

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: black, green, red
Poem:

Grace, poise, and beauty are always to be challenged.
The definitions never take stone,
And lack the ability for anyone to perfectly hone
For the eerie trio who ghost by in your wake
Are an intriguing company to make

Luscious ruby, so rich and alluring
One might find her unnerving smile hiding a ploy.
Glistening turquoise, so fair and inviting
The malevolence that reveals can be quite enlightening
And to the inky darkness, dipped in the kiss of shadows
The silence that drowns her can be mistaken as hallows.

One makes up for two, and two makes up for three.
Together their grace is found, poise noted, and beauty do not yield
Apart their flaws are noticed, the uneasiness heavy, a discomfort that shall not heal.
To which option is better, is a matter of opinion
For some enjoy the peace and tranquility, while others embrace the chaos like a hellion.

Entry By Vashtya

...I am not very good at poetry, but couldn't not try for one of those three lovelies! heart Good luck to everyone else entering too!

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: green, black, red.
Poem:

Three sisters, all different but all misunderstood
Bound together, their fates are shared
Slightly removed, deep in the wood
During difficult times, opinions of blame aired

During the night, tempers ran high
They pounded through the trees, eager to confront
And yet the wood was still, the moon bright in the sky
None of the sisters wandering amongst the trees, as was their wont.

Whispered tales would be told, in the darkest of nights,
Of the sisters three, with eerie talents, who had vanished without a trace
Where did they go? Would they seek vengeance? Fear added to these mights
Wanting only to be left alone, only the three knew this wouldn't be the case.

Entry By FrostyPeaches

THE TRIPLETS OF MATOPE

Pref list: Red, Black, Green
Poem:

"Sisters I'm hungry," said the lady in red
"A crow will do, please, with some berry spread"

"Oh shut up," said the lady in black
Angry but still her sister, she gave Red a snack

"Would you two pay attention," said the lady in green
The glowing spirits danced around her, almost a bit obscene

So they followed their eldest sister into the night on Hallow's Eve
Telling tales of horror as they go, the frights they plan to achieve

"Red you play the victim, screaming, running toward the edge of the lake
Black will chase after you, snarling as she runs, they will see her hunt you down
Quickly into the lake you stumble, hold your breath as you sink, pretending to drown
As for me," said Green, smiling, "I will resurface, a fine water spirit I will make"

They giggled as they parted, putting their plan into action
What a night, what a fright, such a mad mad attraction

acha - spider - kiokote

To win the three charming ladies above, we're running a simple outfit-creating contest based around the theme of ladies in white and elegantly fashionable ghosts!

In order to participate, all you have to do is go to polyvore and put together an outfit using their tools and any clothing you can find or [if required] add. This outfit should touch on the theme of something ghostly, elegant, maybe a bit creepy, whatever strikes your fantasy.

This contest will end on October 16th at 10pm EST, and will be judged shortly after. Please use the code below to enter!

Code:

[align=center][color=blue][b][size=20]WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Preference List:[/b] goes here
[b]ENTRY:[/b] Please put an image [screen cap would work] that links out to your entry on polyvore, so [url=POLYVOREENTRY][img]screencap[/img][/url]

Entries:

Entry By Sareibear

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, kio, spider
ENTRY:

Was going for the 'elegant' look with this one! n.n

Entry By Guardianfyre

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kiokote, acha, spider
ENTRY:


This was actually kind of fun. I don't usually like fashion sites, but I saw a few cool things in my price range that I may have to get for my cosplay.

Entry By WitchWalk

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kiokote, Acha, Spider
ENTRY:


I made something I know I would definitely wear. I couldn't make anything else that looked icky to me or would feel uncomfortable. ^^;
* could feel her feet cramp looking at close-toed heels *

Entry By LOLLI qAq

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, kio, spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Gaufre

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, spider
ENTRY:


HMM. I've never used one of those sites before, but that was fun.

Entry By Prolixity

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, kiokote, spider
ENTRY:

Entry By ~Twilight...Angel~

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kiokote, Spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Delicate Rose Bud

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, kikote, spider
ENTRY:

Entry By kuroopu

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, kiokote, spider
ENTRY:


/borrows brother's computer briefly

Entry By Minsuil

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kio, Acha
ENTRY:

Entry By thyPOPE

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kiooooo, acha, spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Blinded By Silence

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kio, Spider
ENTRY:

I wanted to find more butterfly things, but this site is weird~
Growing up, a common belief in my household was that butterflies were the spirits of our loved ones. So the idea of someone covered in dead butterflies is pretty creepy, if you think of it that way.

Entry By Baneful

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kio, Acha
ENTRY:


I don't know what I was going for. Its not white. Its grey kind of. Idk. Wealthy dominatrix in lace?????

Entry By Amorpheous

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kiokote, Spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Ruriska

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kio, Acha, Spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Toshihiko Two

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kio/acha (either or I cant chooose), spider
ENTRY:

Entry By Dizzy_Kat

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kio, Spider
ENTRY: Please put an image [screen cap would work] that links out to your entry on polyvore, so

Entry By Vashtya

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kio, Spider~
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Entry By GhouIs

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kio, acha, spider
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Entry By Vesperiie

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kio, Acha, Spider
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Entry By Lady Aria Starstone

Heh yeah. -Nods- I've seen a version of it on youtube. Didn't know what it was til credits.

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kiokote (No spider please, I reaaaaaaaaaally am terrified of them)
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Entry By iloveyouDIE

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kiokote, Acha, Spider
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Entry By Sushi Surfer

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kiokote, acha, spider
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Entry By Shaddaling

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kiokote
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Entry By The Time Vortex

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Acha, Kiokote
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Entry By Jun D

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE



Preference List: Kiokote, Acha, Spider

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I took an embarrassing amount of time to figure out what was going on in Polyvore.

Entry By fluorescein

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: kio, acha, spider
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Hope this works. /goes back to studying

Entry By FrostyPeaches

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: Kiokote, acha, spider
ENTRY: Spoilered because screencap might stretch page

Entry By Sinbari

WELL-DRESSED LADIES IN WHITE

Preference List: acha, kio, spider
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Yeah, so it's not -all- white.. but I like some of the kinda mix of nature-y creepy things I found ..plus kinda liked the transitional thing from black->white, like fading/turning ghostly sorta? >.>

kimeti -- zikwa

Celebrating your artistic natures and potential creativity, the two lovely kin above will be offered up in a simple anything goes art contest -- meaning an art contest that takes any kind of visual art you can come up with, from drawings, pantings, sculpture, to nail art, makeup, or baking, whatever your preferred medium might be!

The only rule for this contest is that the artwork must be your original creation, any outside sources must be credited, and the theme must be forest spirits, however you interpret that.

To enter, please post your poetry in this thread using the code below. This contest will end on October 18th at 10pm EST.

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[align=center][color=green][b][size=20]LEAFY TREE SPIRITS[/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]Pref list:[/b] goes here
[b]Entry:[/b] Please put an image, in img tags, of your art here! Any additional images or information should follow under a spoiler tag.

Entries:

Entry By Delicate Rose Bud

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: no preference, they're both rad
Entry: i made a Polyvore collection for spirits of the Dark Forest

i'm not quite sure if this counts, because i got all of the images off of Tumblr and Polyvore, but i had fun making it, and i wanted to share <3

i was very much inspired by post-apocalyptic fashion as well as dark couture

Entry By Ruriska

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, Kimeti
Entry:

Decided to tackle my art fear! Pencils, pen, a glue stick and various plant-y bits from my garden. I had a lot of fun. <3 Not sure if I should spoiler for the little boobies.

Entry By Aric Val

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, Kimeti
Entry:

Decided to try a little looping animation for my entry! Mysterious forest tree spirit. Is it.. friendly? No one really knows.

Entry By Chrystali

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, Kimeti
Entry:

I wanted to try something small and cute as an all powerful forest spirit. Maybe it's the Ascended form of the firstborn of the MotherFather.

Entry By Gaufre

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa
Entry:

___This little guy is my tree spirit with plants and a hearty mushroom sprouting from his noggin'! I hand made him with clay, fired him, glazed him, and fired him one last time in the kiln.

___This tree spirit concept was inspired by a species of Botanicula's* strange tree inhabitants which relied heavily on the great tree for a home

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___ and the tree spirits from Hayao Miyazaki's Princess Mononoke. emotion_bigheart

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* BOTANICULA IS A GREAT, BEAUTIFUL GAME WITH AN AWESOME SOUNDTRACK. GO PLAY IT.

Entry By Gene Wilder

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Either of 'em. @w@
Entry:

Okay, so this was actually part of a big environment digital painting I did for a class, but LOOK it works! ;A; And then being the douchebag that I am, I slapped a few textures on it and fiddled with it.

Entry By musicaloner7

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: zikwa only
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I feel like the contest rules may have adjusted since I last looked at it? but I felt this little guy was very much tree spirit esque, and simply adored his design. couldn't resist doodling him.

Entry By Blinded By Silence

SO! I had to borrow my friend's iPad (WAY better camera thta actually FACES the damn picture UGH) but I got it!! Sad because the colors have faded though...

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa
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So, I love how this came out. I spent an entire day just walking around, collecting leaves based on color and texture, the like. I had no clue what exactly I was going to do, but when I sat down, this just flowed out in pure wonderful-ness.

Depicted here is a forest spirit in the shape of a deer made entirely of leaves and grass. In fact, the entire image is leaves that I cut, tore and other-wise shaped.

Details you sadly can't see because I took too long to get a picture:
The lace-like markings are from leaves that had been mostly eaten away by bugs.
The tail is layered, there are three leaves that make it. One dark red, almost purple, one spotted yellow, and one bright red.
The orb near the deer's nose is a fruit. It was a beautiful, bright red when I cut it, but it quickly faded. So sad...
The antlers took FOREVER, I went through four different leaves before two came out right. They are the skeleton of leaves that I carefully cut.

Now that we have more time, I may redo it with far more detail. I decided to enter last minute and my scanner broke, so yeah. ^ ^;

Entry By Cricket2008

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, Kimeti
Entry:

fake fur, paper mache skull, paint, pipe cleaners, beads, sticks from the back yard;
held together with pipe cleaners and thread (no glue)

Entry By Lural

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, meti
Entry:

Some points of interest, including the forest spirit's head and tree-tail, and the little mushrooms on the front layer.

http://youtu.be/05ngtpvxgC4

And a crappy little video to show you how 3D it is. Piece is 6 layers of hand cut watercolor. (Just a link because I can't get a video to embed)

I think I might have been inspired by pokemon, because it reminds me of a (summer) sawsbuck, but I think I was also inspired by the forest deer thing in mononoke.

Time: 1 day stretching watercolor paper, 4 days of painting and cutting, Half a day of gluing.

Thanks for the extension!

Entry By LOLLI qAq

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa / 'Meti
Entry:

Behold! Accidental d***o trees!

Materials
Wire armature
Sculpey
Paper clay
A whoooole lotta acrylic paint
... and a box.

Entry By hybridic

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: zikwa
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Some sort of leafy tree spirit crown/headpiece, inspired by the big leafy manes both of the two contest kin are sporting.. Basic leaf pattern from here and here, construction, idea & everything else from my brain. The stone is tiger's eye, which is a very grounding and earthy stone.


Complete with bonus picture of me looking absolutely ridiculous trying it on:

Entry By FrostyPeaches

LEAFY TREE SPIRITS

Pref list: Zikwa, Kimeti
Entry:

I cracked at least five hollow eggs trying to get that paper inside.
So sorry that the image quality is like s**t. It's the only camera I had that i could hold onto with one hand while i shone light into the egg with another hand. lo..l..
I don't know what you can see but it's a rabbit-like spirit thingy with plant growth coming out of its back. I had no green so blue had to do to represent plant life. The spirit thingy is supposed to have a glowy effect but the camera was too s**t /fail

[Matope]

JUDGING 2

To win the spooky buck above, all you have to do is write a short, spooky dream -- about a loved one coming back to life, told from the perspective of one of your kin [or an invented kin if you have none!]

Your dream can take any format you like, but should not exceed 800 words; keep in mind we have to read entries, and with the staff around here, length won't win you any points, only quality! It can be spooky, or it can be dramatic, or it can be funny, that is entirely up to you, so long as it's about a loved one's return to life, told from the perspective of one of your kin [or an invented kin if you have none!].

This contest will end on October 25th at 10pm EST, and will be judged shortly after. Please use the code below to enter!

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[align=center][color=red][b][size=20]IT'S A WHITE WALKER![/size][/b][/color][/align]
[b]ENTRY:[/b] goes here

Entries:

Entry By Delicate Rose Bud

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY: When the Rain Comes didn't realize that he had fallen asleep; his moonlit walk amid the fireflies seemed to fluently metamorphosize into a mist-heavy forest. He stopped momentarily to observe the vegetation that was growing in the peculiar place when suddenly the greenery rustled, then sprung to life. Vines snaked from the trunks of trees and wound into the shape of a kimeti, a form he recognized as a very thin, willowy doe. The plant-figure bloomed without warning, buds spreading their new petals wide as the figure gracefully beckoned him closer. Transfixed, Rain moved to inhale some of the sweet fragrance released by the flowers, but the moment he moved more vines lashed out, wrapping around his legs and body, constricting him. He tried to wriggle free, but his struggle was useless. The heavy miasma had invaded his nose and numbed his brain, making his vision spotty and unfocused. The last thing he saw was the unhinging of her venus trap - like jaw before he woke with a start, praying to the MotherFather that wasn't some sort of omen.

Entry By Jynk

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

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I dreamt of her again last night. Every dream reminds me of how much I miss her. I miss the way the light shined on her horns, the beautiful patterns across her hide, and the soft steps her hooves took when she walk gracefully through the swamp. It has been many years since she passed, but in the dream, it was if she were here with me again. We spoke as if no time had passed, of things remembered and days gone by. I felt as though she were alive once more.

It was a fleeting moment, though. The dream began to fade, even as I fought desperately to stay asleep, to stay with her, if only for another moment. As the light of morning broke, she began to fade away back into the night, back into my memories. I awoke with longing in my heart and tears in my eyes. The dream, so real in slumber, was bittersweet as my waking senses took over. It has been long since she was with me, too long, but in my older age, perhaps the next dream we meet in shall be one I never wake from.

(I went for a made up kin since none of mine are elders. Sorry if this is really sad for anyone... u.u)

Entry By Ruriska

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY:

She is first aware of the additional warmth; a bundle of heat against her belly. There is a snuffle and a sigh. One of the foals has wandered over for a cuddle, she thinks through a haze of sleep. Fierce Love continues to doze and it is only the scent slowly lingering in her nose that finally drags her into waking. It is recognizable in a familiar sort of way, like a half-remembered dream that she is desperate to recall.

Finally she lifts her head and looks. Instantly she knows this little bundle; this soft, brown furred foal. She greedily watches the rise and fall of its small chest and starts to weep when it flicks an ear. It kicks a leg in its sleep and rubs its nose against her stomach.

Not ‘it’. She. My one and only daughter.

Too quickly the foal is replaced by another image but this one lacks all warmth. It is cold and stiff by her side. A lifeless reminder of what could have been. The great failure of a young and careless mother. The tears dry up as fast as they came and she stumbles up, stumbles completely truly awake.

Fierce Love stands in the dark night with shiver after shiver running through her body but she does not cry. She has cried enough for a thousand lifetimes already.

Entry By Lural

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

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She'd always had the most distinctive steps. Heavier on the front left hoof. He'd know her foot steps anywhere. The ache had taken her two years ago. She'd hidden it well for so long before the ache nearly killed her. It tore her apart before she left the mountains. He had watched her go, and never knew why she had to go to a motherfather forsaken place like the swamp. But suddenly, he was staring at her footsteps in the snow. Heavy on the front left, there was no mistaking it. He followed the footsteps through freezing snow, hot sand, and across hard dusty planes until his hooves began sinking in the soft mud, and soon he was wading knee-deep in the swampy waters, but still there were footsteps before him.

He followed them up to a tangle of roots above the water's edge where they stopped. He peered down into the clear waters and saw not his own face, but that of his dear little sister. She beckoned him closer, smiling, trying to coax him farther into the swamp. He couldn't help but try to follow her. He leaned down closer to the water, and she drifted farther back. Before he knew it his face was in the water. He gasped, taking a lung full of water and sat bolt upright, jolted from the dream. It was snowing, and as his heart slowed down, he wept. His sister had been taken by the swamp, twice. First when she left to find the swamp, and now he assumed the swamp had taken her life. But now he knew where she was. His sister, Who Followed Her Heart-Who Died Honorably.

I suppose this would be from the perspective of my totoma, Against All Odds

Entry By Gene Wilder

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY: Keep Watching the Skies could feel it in his gut. Over the past few weeks, his dreams had become more fevered, his appetite had grown ravenous... he knew something was abnormal.

He had finally nodded off to sleep this evening when he was startled awake by a jolt. Not just any jolt, mind you. He looked at his stomach with ever-widening eyes; did something just kick him from... i-inside?

A wave of dread, combined with a churning nausea, overtook him as he lay his head back down weakly. He must've eaten something bad, that must be it.
Wake up, a sudden voice barked. Keep shot back up, this time on all fours. His head was swimming by now, and he groaned slightly as the blood rushed back up his spine.
"Who's there?" he called out, but no one answered. Instead, his only reply was another kick, and this time he could really feel it. The kin was forced to sit back down, now hearing a laugh ring throughout his head.
You felt it that time, didn't you? it mocked. Who would have thought ol' Keep could feel pain after all?
That voice... oh gods, it couldn't be...!
"D... Dream Drifter?" the male uttered with growing horror and realization. Before he could say anything else, a jolt of pain shot rocketed through his spine, causing the kin to collapse to the ground in agony. It felt like someone with sharp hooves did a jig on his back.
Surprised I'm still here? Oh, I've always been here, Keepy. You probably didn't know it, but I've always been with you. Watching, waiting.

As his vision straightened back, Keep sat up, now trembling. This couldn't be possible... Dream Drifter was his cousin. His... dead cousin.
You've been feeling a little different, haven't you? Extra hungry, maybe a little queasy now and then... well don't worry. A few more weeks and you won't be feeling that. You won't feel anything ever.
"What are you talking about!" Keep spat out angrily. Now it felt like someone was rearranging his organs alphabetically. "You died! It's not as though you can just come back and start fresh!"
A sickening laugh flooded his ears.
You're right! You always were the smart a** of the group, weren't you? Well, fortunately, someone has already laid out a foundation for me. I'll simply grow into what they left behind. The way a snake sheds its skin once it grows too big for it. Or the way a chick hatches from its egg.

As Dream Drifter spoke, it was becoming more and more clear what was happening. Keep's eyes clearly reflected the unfathomable horror now. This wasn't like any pregnant doe he'd ever seen; they had a different biology to them. Nature saw fit to equip them that way. No, with him, it was more like a parasite, growing larger and larger. Only, instead of being born the normal way, his cousin, his dead cousin would... His head would... like an overripe pumpkin... oh gods...

I hope you're prepared, Keep, Dream murmured, and suddenly the male felt his neck being tilted down to stare at his stomach. He gazed in horror as he saw the impression of what looked like a face press right up against the skin. It looked like it was smiling.

"I'm coming back," a muffled voice said.

Entry By Sushi Surfer

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY: She poked her nose under some heavy moss that clung to the rotting branches and rocks along the way. A snuff or two later and she'd be onto the next bunch. Searches Endlessly wasn't quite sure what she was looking for but she was sure she'd recognize it when she came across it. How long that would take? That was a question she had never asked. For most of her life, all she knew was searching. A chill went up her spine at the same time she was filled with warmth. It was a strange sensation, like happiness from within but foreign. The clack of a hoof upon a rock made her turn so fast that her equilibrium was thrown off. Then the sight of blues cascading in a glorious mix of harmony made her fall to the ground, her legs too weak to hold her. Tears, unknown, rolled down her face. “Mama.” It was said with reverence, awe, and fear. Her voice falling off at the end so that her mouth hung open in shock. She had found it. What she had been searching for this whole time was her mother. The doe that had filled her youth with joy and vibrancy flitted between trees, in and out of her vision. Then she was gone. All that warmth, that love, was sucked away. Searches Endlessly was left curled up in all the moss.

Her wails could be heard echoing through the swamp before she woke up. She lifted her head up and looked around with some confusion. Then the realization came that she had been dreaming about her mother. Real tears came this time.

Entry By SilverShieldwolf

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY: Feeling good about herself, Raging walked through the swamp, past the den her family had been raised in. "whhhyyy?" Her head snapped around, ears back, searching for the the one making the noise. Seeing nothing, the doe kept moving over the soft, damp mosses. CRACK! Shaking inside with her head held high, she looked again as nothing should be making those noises. Noises she hadn't heard in ages.

"Why?!" Stronger and more forceful this time, bringing her to look back at the den. A white hoof, with bare bones for legs pulling itself outside, to Raging Fights. "I loved you. And this is how you left me?" Swallowing hard, legs frozen in place, the kimeti doe watched as her first and only love pulled himself free from the swamp. Each movement by him, bringing his body back together, first the insides, next the muscles with the skin being last. He stood in front of her, staring her down. Whispering, "you attacked me. leaving me too injured to survive. now...now I am back."

Not being able to move, Raging Fights could only whimper, shaking her eyes back and forth. "I didn't...I didn't mean to! It just happened." Pain laces through her body. Just as she realizes what is happening, darkness encases her. No more pain, no more hidden guilt and grief.

A screech in the night caused her to jerk. Looking around, she realized what happened was far away. Rage filled her thoughts, followed quickly by guilt. Her love was gone, because of her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Entry By musicaloner7

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY: mine's a bit graphic, so I put it in spoilers.

It'd been so silent... so quiet, and still, that it made the stoic Tusk stand as stationary as possible. Even his breath was shallow, but far too loud in his own head. Inhaling, and exhaling, echoing between his ears that it made him try to nearly not breathe at all. It wasn't like him, to feel nervous, or uneasy... but here, he did.
Everything looked normal, asides from time seeming to have completely paused. The soft hiss of whispers would sometimes very faintly, and vaguely rise up, and go just like that. They were incoherent, and sometimes only caused--or perhaps carried out in unison-- with a leaf that would stumble by. That, in itself, was unnatural in this dimension of the world he knew. He couldn't feel his body, but knew it was there, knew his legs were locked stiff, as his eyes slid around the sockets to try and follow the silky strains of whispers that taunted him so.
The thing is...
The voice was familiar.
And that was frightening....
Tusk didn't mingle with others very often, both by choice and simple coincidence. He hadn't any friends, foes, or inbetweens, which meant this had to be someone from his past. Someone of substantial value.
It was sudden, but the voices seemed to get sucked forward, like a point of air shifting into a current, making his gaze snap ahead of him where... a hole was now residing. It was a few feet ahead of him, but... had randomly appeared, yet looked so natural resting where it did.
The buck was hesitant... something told him nothing good could come of this... but the tingling and writhing in his gut made him unable to resist seeing what this eerie voice was that seemed to coax him near. Drawing closer to it, the contents became very clear.
Bones.
A heap of them, scattered, and an unnervingly pristine white. He stared at them blankly, the subtle whispers a jumbled mess, but radiating from this very indent.

And slowly... oh so slowly... they began to rise. But it wasn't like floating, no... this was more like assembling. The earth beneath them lifted them up, and bubbled, and melted like mud, chunky... but transforming to a thickness of dirty red. The bones began to take their place as framing for the earth that began to crawl up the rigid built legs, forming around them to create a leg, further up to begin a hind quarter, and the bottoms of a chest. Organs began to spill from the disgusting, putrid mixture, swelling, pulling, winding, and bunching to their precise forms, as streams and buckets of excess mud-blood spilled constantly as it was not needed.
It was revolting...
And even more was that the voice was becoming more clear... muddled, but stronger.

"...sk...."
"....usk..."
"tu...sk..."
"...tusk...."
repeating itself, over, and over. Parts of the body did not reform properly, leaving gaping holes, gashes, and tears, exposing the innards that were functioning as though real, and live. A heart pumping, beating... him able to hear it... A skull with a lack of eyes that never made it to the sockets.. the lack of a bottom jaw. It was in this horrifying mess of bits and pieces of body, that Tusk realized who this was. And his heart stopped.

It was his mother.

The body trembled, as though struggling to sustain itself, the whispers starting to shift to discord, tainted with distress, which only grew with how her body began to break down again. The sound of flesh tearing, bones snapping, cracking, splintering, it was all magnified, echoed, gut-wrenching. He couldn't watch, but he couldn't look away. His body was locked in place again, before red splattered into his vision, and the scream of his mothers voice, so shrill, so heartbreaking, rang into his ears, forcing him awake.

Entry By FrostyPeaches

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY:
In her dream, Kiss of Death struggled to keep her own weight up as she walked through the bushes searching for a place to rest against. The pain in her stomach worsened as the baby inside started to squirm and kick. It was almost time to let it out. Sweat ran down her face and clung to her blonde hair as she made the last stretch and planted herself against a fallen log shaded by broad browning leaves of the swamp. She bit her lower lip to restrain herself from screaming. The pain was unbearable as her uterus started to expand again. Taking deep shorts breaths at a time to keep herself conscious, she tried to not give birth. Blood started to slowly pool around her as the offspring struggled to make its way out of her womb. Tiny hooves started to kick more and more from the inside, and again she tried to keep the babe inside. No you must not be born. Stay inside. Eventually, after a lot of time has passed, the tiny body slid out and into the open field. Kiss of Death has lost the battle to not give birth. Sweat dripped down her back and down her face as she tried to get up. You shouldn’t have been born yet. She ate away the placenta and nudged at the tiny Kimeti on the ground. Eyes still closed, the tiny newborn opened its mouth and wailed. It was unable to see what’s around itself and it kept calling out to the mother. I love you. But you are born too early. Tears trickled down her face as she nuzzled the tiny Kimeti for the last time. From within the shadows, a black scarred doe appeared into the clearing. She got possessive and kicked Kiss of Death to the side and drove her away from the newborn. Without a choice, since she still hasn’t regained all her strength, she backed away from the constant wailing. Never once did she dare to turn around and go back to her babe.

In her dream, she could see that the black doe clenched her jaws down at the babe’s neck, hard, and walked away with her prey in her mouth as she saw herself walking away from the scene…


Kiss of Death slowly opened her eyes after witnessing such a vivid dream. The hot tears clung to her face as she turned herself around to look at her stomach. At least in my dreams I could still see you. Till this day she still wondered whether her babe was still alive or not.

Entry By Sarano_Krem

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY:Feral Storm woke to the tickle of an autumn wind on his back. As he rose to his feet, the smell of death wafted into his nose. Storm followed the scent to a clearing. In it lay a dead lynx, missing bits of flesh that it unwillingly surrendered to its killer.

Looking around, there was no sign of the creature responsible for the taking the lynx's life. Feral Storm sniffed at the dead animal, his mouth watering. Just as he reached down to steal a bite, a voice called out, as though it were right next to his ear, "what makes you think it's okay to steal another's meal?" Feral Storm jumped back, surprised at not hearing any footsteps come up behind him.

"Where'd you come from!?" "I've been here this whole time. You are clearly no hunter, stealing food. And you can't even hear someone walk up behind you. I hope my son didn't turn out like you." Feral Storm looked at the dark buck before him. He was black and red with gold markings on his body. Something about this buck tugged at his heart. There was a familial air about him.

Suddenly the buck spoke up again, "So where is your father? Did he run off once he realized that he sired a thief?" Feral Storm growled in anger and rushed the buck. "My father is dead!" "No, I'm not!" Feral Storm halted in front of the buck.

"What? That's impossible. There's no way you can be here. You're not real. "Yes I am. I'm as real as you or that dead lynx," Feral Storm began to back away from the buck calling himself his father, but with every step he took back, his father took a step forward, "and I'm appalled that my son would steal food from someone else. I thought I raised you better."

"Raised me? You never raised me. You haven't been in my life since I was a newborn! the dark buck returned his son's aggression, "I can't believe I was excited to come back and see my son. What have you been doing since I've left this world?" "Well, until I was old enough to defend myself, I was forced to run and hide in fear from anything bigger then me. I had no father to protect me. the older buck just looked at Feral Storm with an uncaring and vacant stare. "But other than that, I'm fine. I'm tough enough to fight alligators and I have my own place in the Swamp."

"Really, you fight alligators? I don't believe you. No weakling that steals food is strong enough to fight those beasts." "My weakness must be genetic, because only a weakling would die before their son grew old enough to fend for himself!" At those words, the older buck charged Feral Storm, knocking him to the ground. Once he returned to his feet, Feral Storm decided to prove to his father just how strong he was.

He ran and jumped on the dark buck, his front hooves pinning him to the ground. Feral Storm growled deeply as he raised his hoof into the air. Looking into his father's eyes, Feral Storm ended his life with a single strike. "You should've stayed dead. I didn't need you then, and I don't need you now."

Entry By Chrystali

IT'S A WHITE WALKER!

ENTRY:

"You never spend time with me anymore," she remarked in her distant, thoughtful manner she always did.

"I cannot touch you," he replied, his tone pure ire. "It angers me."

The look she gave him was somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "You can here."

"That doesn't count."

She walked around him in languid steps, making sure he'd see her, no doubt, making sure his blue eye would follow her ethereal form. It always worked. She knew him best. "Then send someone who can."

"I'm trying." His voice was clipped, annoyed. It's not like he hadn't tasted enough blood to crave it now, not like he hadn't sent enough kin to the Hereafter to find satisfaction in the sound of bones giving way 'neath his hooves. "They aren't good enough for you." His words were a sneer.

"No," she replied in that same methodical way. "I suppose they're not. They aren't you." She paused, then, looking out over some ghostly horizon he couldn't see, and he knew a request was coming. "I always wanted children."

Her comment made him scowl. Not like that hadn't been a lack of trying when she was alive, either. "Then I will send you children."

She smiled up at him then, her intangible nose ghosting through the fur of his chin. "I would like that. Until I can have you. Bring me--"

"--children," he murmured as he stirred from the dream, lethargic body already trying to stand even as he tried to shake off the vestige of her. She'd left the world so long ago, but it would not stop him from sending her company. He'd seen an unguarded clutch some time ago - perhaps they were born, now, and the mother would be off hunting in the constant cold.

Perhaps the spirits of children would sate her.