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Username: Shadowlink005
Were-Ulaya name: Kae
Why did you choose that name?: Its Japanese for Change
Notes: Umm…it’ll be my first second Ulaya if I win? XD
Prompt number: 1

Response: “So, you want to know of my life? Keh, may as well tell you since you’re so interested. So stop yer yappin’ already, alright? Now ya might want ta get all comfy-like, it’s a long tale.”

A young ebony kit dashed through the dense, dark forest. The full blue harvest moon was above him, and the crunching crimson and gold below. Golden orbs swiftly looked in both directions, before the kit took off on a different trail.

They had come for him. After so many years, they were coming. The beasts that prowled at night, seeking flesh, blood, and bone. They filled the night with terrible howls. Howls that sounded like they were from Hell itself. Howls that could only be obtained by one creature. The Were-Ulaya.

An explosion of leaves startled the kit, and sickening yellow eyes met his pale yellow ones. The kit let out a shriek of fear, and attempted to escape. However, one of those claws caught his tail, and he was dragged to the demon. He cried for help, but none came. Just a blood lusting howl, and an accompanying laughter. Red stained teeth found the young kit’s neck. And then, sheer darkness.

The kit found himself in a cave, with two adults hovering above him. “That bite…it looks to be of a Were-Ulaya.” Came a worried, trembling female voice. “I-I can’t believe this. How could they? We made a truce with them.” Whispered a furious male voice. “Oh God Nate, our son.” Cried the female, hot tears falling onto the kit’s neck. “I’m sorry Mercy, we just couldn’t make it in time. We…have to exile him.”

“No Nate! Not our only son!”

“I’m sorry Mercy, but it must be done. Otherwise, we’ll all be turned into one of…them.” Nate’s voice came harsh, yet saddened, and trembling.

“We…we’ll tell the others he was killed. And then we’ll send him off.”

“Oh Nate…” Mercy wailed, her head onto he mate’s shoulder. Tears drenched his fur, and tears appeared in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Mercy, but what’s done is done. There is no cure for it.”
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The sun slowly down went down, its reds and golds and pinks lingering in the sky. A small stone, with a crude cross, lay upon a small mound of dirt. It was their sons’ grave. The son of Nate and Mercy. Upon the cross was an inscription. “Here lies Kae, a young soul stolen by demons.”

But Kae was not truly dead. No, in fact, his silhouette could be seen walking away from the ‘grave’. However, he was changed. The bite not only gave him lycanism, it gave him markings. Markings of an outcast. An his paws were those markings. He turned his head once more to see the grave, and tears flooded down his face. How could mother and father do this to him? Their only son? Exile from the family, the ultimate form of disgrace.
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The full moon was out again, and the Ebony adult was stalking the night with his fellows. They called to each other, howling into the night. A sound that used to frighten him, now gave him comfort. His eyes met eyes that tormented him, but now those very same eyes gave him fortitude.

He could smell them now, the ones that had brought shame upon him long ago. He growled lowly, eyes narowing, and curved claws unsheathing. Tonight, he would pay back the pain tenfold.

He silently stalked up to the cave’s mouth, sniffing and growling. His hackles were now barred, showing his blood-stained teeth. Sickening yellow eyes stared into the cave, awaiting for one of the fools to come out.

Then, from the depths, came a female, promptly followed by a male. But what was this? A kit on his back? How dare they! They exiled him, and had a new son. The father, humming a lullaby to his newborn son, tensed up.

“Mercy, take the boy and run.”

“Why dear?”

“He’s back.” Nate whispered harshly. His eyes narrowed, and spotted his long-lost son.

“Kae…you’re back. And it seems you’ve brought friends along.”

“SHUT UP!” Yelled Kae, eyes seeming to explode with rage. “How could you?!”

“How could I what?”

“Have another one. YOU’VE COMPLETLEY FORGOTTEN ME!” Kae cried out, leaping at his father. He tore into him, ripping at his face, neck, legs, anywhere he could reach. After a struggle, Nate was on the ground, pale yellow eyes glazing over.

“NATE!” Cried Mercy, who had rushed back from where she was hiding.

“You! Drop the kid woman, and I’ll spare you.” Kae growled, turning on his mother.

“K-Kae, no, don’t do this!” She cried, shaking her head furiously. “Please, it was for your own good!”

“Then why did you forget me!?” Kae screamed, rushing at Mercy.

“Kae do-“ But before she could finish, she too was on the ground with crimson liquid bleeding from her chest.

The kit woke up, looking into his big brother’s sickening eyes.

“Who’re you?” He innocently asked, pawing at Kae’s muzzle.

“I’m your worst nightmare!” Kae yelled, scratching him across the face. Blood trickled from the cut, making the little one cry and wail.

“Hey! That hurt! You’re mean!” He whimpered, holding his head.

“Shut up!” Kae yelled, digging his claws into the kit’s flank. This caused the kit to wail again, holding his flank and his head.

“You’re evil! Stop that!” He wailed, trying to move away from Kae. Then, he bumped into his mother’s corpse.

“Mo…mommy?” He asked, poking his mother’s dead body. After not getting a response, he shook her corpse. Once again, no response. He walked over to his mother’s head, and opened her eye. Just a blank yellow iris, staring back at him.

“Stop it mommy, stop it! Wake up! Wake up!” He cried, shaking his mother’s corpse continually. He went at it for a minute, before he broke down into tears.

“MOMMY!” He wailed, crying into his mother’s fur. His tears mixed with some dried blood, causing his muzzle to be stained with blood. After ten minutes of this, Kae had enough.

“Quit yer cryin’! She’s dead, and their ain’t nothin’ you can do about it!” He barked, swiping at the kit. This time however, the Kit moved, and lunged at Kae’s neck. He bit into it, scratched at his ears, and even drew blood.

“Why you little…” Kae growled, picking the kit off of him. “Quit that, ya hear? Just stay here like a good boy, and I won’t kill ya. Simple, am I right?”

The kit shook his head, warm tears flowing from his eyes. “You killed mommy, and daddy. I can’t forgive you! I hate you!” He cried, struggling. Eventually, Kae just threw him at his mother’s corpse.

“Don’t you know how to shut up?” He asked violently, stalking up to the kit.
And then, the Kit caught Kae off guard. He had jumped out, and bit him on the nose. Kae backed up, nearing the edge of the cliff the cave was on.

“Why you little rat. Come here.” He growled, jumping on him.

“I’ll give you a mark you can never forget. I’ll teach you to screw with me!” He yelled, chomping into the kit’s neck. Then, he slashed at the kit a few more times on the shoulder and fore leg.

“And those scars are for the nose.” He growled mockingly, beginning to stalk off. As he neared the edge of the cliff, a rock hit his head. Kae stumbled, and fell off.

“And that’s what you get for messing with Kae’s family.” The kit named Kae said, peering over the cliff. He limped back over to his mother’s corpse, and nestled himself in her fur.

Username: ~InfinityTrust~
Were-Ulaya name: Fumeiyo
Why did you choose that name?: It’s Japanese for shame. -Points at notes.-
Notes: He is ashamed of his other half, plus he was named it by his parents whom were ashamed of him.
Prompt number: 1
Response:

Fumeiyo looked around in his were-half, unlike what most rumors said about Were-Ulaya he had complete control over himself, though it took practice and strength, if he was careless he could lose control. He sniffed the air, it was just like that night he learned the truth about himself, when he was just a wee baby Ulaya, only a month old, and it was his first time experiencing a full moon.

Fumeiyo hopped about happily beside his mother and father as they walked through the lush grass, he was turning a month old that night, and it was a full moon too, how cool was that? He looked at his parents to see they’re reaction to the time passing so quickly, but they didn’t look very happy for some reason, like they were hiding something they were ashamed of. “What’s wrong? And where we going?” They hushed him, saying he’ll see soon. Fumeiyo pouted, they were suppose to be proud!

Soon they reached a lake, it seemed to glow from the moon's light that reached it throught the mist. Fumeiyo looked at his parents, confused. His mother looked away, his father looked down and his voice trembled as he spoke, “we’re… we’re going to drown you, Fumeiyo.” He jumped away and stared at them in shock and disbelief, “what!? Why!?” He started to back away from them, planning to run away as soon as they answered. His mother spoke this time, her voice monotone and lifeless, “why me of all Ulaya… why must I have been the one to bear a monster…?” Fumeiyo was even more confused now, he wasn’t a monster! “N-no… you’re wrong… I’m not a monster!” His parents had always told him he was a gift, blessed by an angel when he was just a baby. His mother let a weep, "a damn witch cursed you before you were even born..."

He looked at the lake, he was trembling, he did not want to die here, and not by his parent’s claws. Without a thought he howled at the moon that had finally shown itself through the mist that hovered in the air. It was like he was howling to it for help. He looked at his parents again; he was starting to feel funny, and he didn’t remember quite too well who he was. “We’re too late…” They mumbled as they stared at him in fear, starting to back away from him. Fumeiyo growled at them, his fear and sorrow was being infuriated with anger, he was losing self-consciousness. He unsheathed his claws, which were abnormally larger than those of even his parents. He hair rose on his back and his tail grew out wildly. Pinning his head back he howled once again, when he looked at his parents again he was snarling, the whites of his eyes were now black. Seeing the danger emerge completley they began to run for their lives. He let them run for a moment, his child-half trying to stop him, but it was alreay too late now to stop his anger, he pounced at them snarling, that moment he heard a shrill scream, than everything went blank.

Fumeiyo shook his head, he remembered nothing after that, but he did remember waking up one morning lost and afraid, and drenched in blood. Fumeiyo heaved a sigh, enough with the remembering, I’d better get a move on before anyone see's me... the monster. With his head down and dragging his claws he trudged to what he hoped might be a nearby cave.

Username: Samus x
Were-Ulaya name: Fang
Why did you choose that name?: i dont know i thought it was a fitting name for how dark he looks in aparence.
Notes: XD he looks awsome and umm yeah i kinda took a chance though i am lame at rp. also i usualy am a very active rper and should i get him, i would definatly rp him even if it means rping with my own Ulaya.
Prompt number: 2
Response:

he thrash about and had fought the whole way as he was dragged out into the moon light to bask in it, so that he could become the evil werewolf he was deep inside after the day he was bitten and forever changed though to anyone it appared he was fighting with himself. Only in the moon light would he ever change into a malicious blood thirsty beast and no matter what he did he always changed. Eyes grew wide with horror as there is another Ulaya near by that had grown courious as they had been near by when they notice him fighting with himself to keep out of the moon light. Baring his teeth and backing up a step, one side of him fought with the other that wanted to do nothing more but tear apart the other Ulaya, the other Ulaya tilted its head at him but stayed put, content to wait and see if he would say anything. The fool was all he thought as a twisted grin came to his face and he stepped towards the other with malicious intent. For too long now he had fought with this other side of him that came out during the full moon and no more would he sit there fighting it. And for too long did he hide in his hidden cave to keep himself away from others so that he wouldn’t cause any harm. Taking another step with bared fangs, tonight he no longer would fight the urge that was deep within him that always no matter what he did to stop it come out during the full moon and tonight was the night he would do something horrible and enjoy it for once. No longer would he fear what he would do to others and he succumbed to his curse finally after so long of fighting it.

Username: Manchu the Panda
Were-Ulaya name: Elmulaszt [Elm for shot 8'D] and Baske for the Were-ulaya part
Why did you choose that name?: Its Hungarian for "Lost" and he's kinda lost himself to becoming a were-ulaya, lost his former life, friends, etc. And it has three constonants shoved together! >D -shot- And the "Baske" Is because I'm a Sir Arthur Conan Doyle n3rd.
Notes: I really wanna co-own him if I win, I think it'd be awesome for it to be with someone else who tried out so there could be two people for each side. :3 One that could RP the were, one for the ulaya! xD
Prompt number: 2
Response:

It wasn't the first time Elm had "changed" but it was still as painful and hard as ever. He was not yet to the point of losing full control of himself of the other entity that seemed to dwell within him, they constantly battled over one another, but only on the night of the full moon did the Were gain the upper hand. That entity really had no other name than "Baske", and Elm hated to watch as his name and body were stolen. Tonight was again one of those cursed nights where the true Elm was lost in his own mind and he could only watch feebly as the Were ripped through the forest.


One moon cycle ago, Elm had witnessed the slaughter of a family of Ulaya, yet one was "spared" with only that turning bite. The were had yelled Elm's name, dooming him to the forest, never to try and fit in again. Elm's head mentally hung as Baske loped through the forest, looking for his next meal, and though his stomach too, was hungering, it was not with the same bloodlust it would someday have. Baske often spoke of the point of a complete merge, when there would be no Elm and Baske, but only one, and he shuddered. Baske knew what Elm was thinking and laughed, then fell silent as he had caught the scent of something fraglie. Something that could have its life taken with a bite, condemming it to death, or to this fate that couldn't truly be called "Life".

As Bakse in Elm's body stalked closer to the scent, he stopped short. Given he had found a kit, but this one was a freak, like Elm. It glowed as though it'd choked on a silver flashlight, and it had a stubby tail with equally stubby horns. It lay next to its father, breathing the regular pace of sleep. When their eyes went over the father they realized, he too was a strange one. With wings and the tail he had passed along to his son. This was an Undulcalan, and they were known to be as fierce and frightening as any were-ulaya. Elm could feel Baske's mind racing as he tried to think of a way to kill this kit of light without waking the father, but luck seemed not to favor the innocent this night. Elm moaned inside as the kit woke up, and upon glimpsing Baske's terrible yellow eyes, backed away from his father without a word.

Baske run the kit down for what seemed like an eternity so that it was though dead or alive, the kit would never see his father again, but at once it came to a halt against the foot of a mountain and a flat rock that had fallen down the slope. The dazzling kit backed up until he could back up no more, and though Were's first instinct was to also run from this divine light, he licked his bloody chops and advanced. At this point Elm struggled for control harder than ever. Knowing he had once been the kit laying with his father, and seeing the aversion Baske was already having, perhaps he could save just this one. He fought mentally for control, and for the first time, he had it. He ghasped as he now felt the night air, chilling and cold against his face, and he could see his own eyes reflected in the kits, return to their docile yellow. He panted as though he'd just run over the entire mountain, but he turned his attention again to the kit as he knew that Baske could not be contained for long. "Run!" He shouted louder than nessicary at the kit. "Ju-just run! As fast and as far as you can away from here!" He could see the kit's mind running. This figure that had just chased him away from his only protection now wanted him to keep running? For his own life or for part of the game? The kit shirked back into the rock, his bright fur becoming dirty with the grime clinging to the rock as he shook his head, too confused.

"Daddy.....Ka-Kanaki! Kyoooon! Mommy!" He wailed out, starting to cry.
Elm tried to hush him gently but quickly. "Sh....Shh.....Shhh. Its okay little boy, I'm not going to hurt you, but if you don't listen to what I say, I might not be able to keep that promise." The kit's eyes widened as he began to put it together, maybe from stories he'd been told. Elm smiled encouragingly, though he knew it probably made him look worse, as he hadn't felt the rest of his body change from its clawed and shuck-tailed self. The only thing seeming to keep Baske at bay was the glowing that eminated from the kit.
"Find water and cross it. Then stay put so your father can find you. No doubt in our-my mind that he'll come looking for you, so cross water to make me lose your trail then find yourseld someplace safe where even someone like me can't find you and stay there until the sun rises, okay?"
The kit finally nodded and began to pad off, but he looked over his shoulder while Elm was still himself and shouted, "Thanks Mister!" He smiled, letting his innocence of youth shine through his blinding fur, and they both turned simultaneously to run in opposite directions, Elm laughing freely at Baske's anger and the one that got away.

"Username: ladyumbra
Were-Ulaya name: Necalli
Why did you choose that name?: It's aztec for Battle which is what I imagine his entire life is, a battle with others to maintain his life and dignity and an deeper more stressful inner battle of morals.
Notes: Would appreciate concrit afterwards if possible.
Prompt number:1
Response:

Nesawa had been considered the luckiest of her pack for many years. Her parent's only child she never wanted for attention, reasonably intelligent she didn't easily fall victim to the worlds others tricks. Fair in her looks it had not been overly hard to attract an equally handsome and acceptable mate. All in all Nesawa had lived the perfect life. Up until now anyways.


The pregnant Ulaya lay on her side inside her den and panted heavily as contractions wracked her body with pain. Still tit was not the pain of a hard pregnancy that concerned her so much as the time. From outside her carefully constructed shelter Nesawa's amber eyes could see an equally pregnant object. Luminous and round with it's fullness the moon hung high in the sky. However, a darkness was coming to eat away at it and that darkness would bring with it a curse that would ruin the lives of any born during the eclipse.

Nesawa bit back a bitter laugh, of course she luckiest of the lucky would run the risk of having her first child born on the eve of the eclipse. If she could not hold back until it was over was over her child would be cursed.

A Were-ulaya , those that changed into feral, uncaring and uncontrollable beasts when the full moon was present. Some claimed that the horrendous things weres did during the time the moon held sway over them made them souless, how else could they live with themselves. Superstitious Nesawa couldn't help but believe this and it took every ounce of her strength to try and delay the labour.

Her efforts were for not as it was just as the moon seem to be entirely engulfed in darkness that her child chose to enter the world. Dark furred as the obsidian curse that swallowed the moon Nesawa could not help but feel her hear plummet at the sight of him. Exhausted she lay down her head and closed her eyes as he nuzzled into her.

Tomorrow she would deal with him. Tomorrow she would show him to her mate Kiano and they would end the life of therr child before it had the chance to end the life of others.

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Tomorrow came and went many times and yet still the inky furred Necalli lived and thrived. His parents , unable to kill theirr child forsook their pack and became wanderers dragging their misfit child hither and yon in search of places to settle temporarily.

Part of it was to prevent any from inquiring to closely about Necalli's odd habits nearing the full moon. During which they kept him pinned down and away from others while the curse ravaged his body and mind. It was only his small size that gave his parents the strength to control him.

Part of the travel was a search for a cure. Newswa refused to believe her son had no soul. He apologized for every hurt he caused his parents and even within his changed form there was awareness in his golden eyes. Nesawa believed any curse could be broken and she would find her sons cure .

These efforts too were in vain, no matter how many leads were followed, no matter how many things were tried, including a nearly fatal poisoning disguised as a cure, there was no stopping Necalli's from becoming a were-ulaya

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When the time came that his parents could no longer restrain him the young Ulay wounded them to prevent their following him and left. Necalli had long since given up hope of changing what he was, this did not meant that he accepted it or the lies that surrounded his kind. Cursed he might be but souless he was not. Mindess during the moons thrall perhaps and yet he still had some control some restraint. There was more, he was certain something he was missing.

He too had heard rumors during his childhood travels and some of them some of others like him gathering into packs and acting..well normal. It wasn't company or acceptance Necalli sought so much as their wisdom. what was he really and how did they all coexist peacefully? Perhaps if he could find others like himself he could learn control and then he would finally cease his endless wandering and begin a life with a purpose.

~ To this day Necalli searches fo those fabled were packs but he has found none. Though he has had companions from time to time and they have taught him much. To appreciate the gift he was given. Greater strength and speed than regular Ulaya and superiors sense he is a tribute to survival of the fittest. Necalli still cannot control his Were form fully but he has a measure of control and he uses it wisely.

A forced to be reckoned with Necalli is on a mission for truth and greater power and nothing will stop him.