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Would y'all mind terribley if I added another prompt? It has been brought to my attention that a few people might like to have complete freedom with their entries, and since I'm not judging you on how you answer the prompt and more on your creativity, I don't have a problem with this. I figured I'd run it by everyone first, though. Basically, it'd be just a blank prompt, which means you can do absolutely anything you'd like. :3

It doesnt matter to me. ^^

Oh, boy I am part way through my entry. I hope you will like it.

Name: Ament

History on her name: Ancient Egyptian patron of the gates of the underworld

Description from History: Ament is the consort of Aken, and it is she who greets the souls of the newly dead, offering them bread and water at the gates of the underworld following their arrival.

Prompt: #4

Entry:

It was late in the evening but one Ulaya was awake, Ament sat in her tent gazing into the perfumed smoke that rose from the incense she was burning. Ament was different from the rest of her tribe and she knew it. However, it was her difference that made her special.

Ament was not born in to this desert tribe as was all the rest of the Ulaya there. She was found by an elder of the tribe as he was on a hunting trip in the desert. He had came across a bundle laying in the sand. Opening the bundle he fond a child, but a child unlike any he had ever seen. There had been a note on the bundle, it was a warning. "Woe to the Ulaya who looks upon the face of this child". The elder once again look at the small child that was before him and took pity on her. He saw through her differences. He could see the heart of a child who only wanted to be loved and treated with kindness. So, he wrapped her up and took her home to raise as his own. He named her Ament.

Ament grew and with her, her beauty and her powers. It had been her powers that had scared her parent's tribe to abandon her. Sometimes she could get glimpses of what would happen, things that had not yet come to pass. Since she was raised with kindness and treated as a true member of the tribe, she had learned to harness her powers and use them for good.

It was this that now kept her awake so late into the night. She had gone to bed but a dream had woken her. She rose and went to read the smoke to see more into what she had seen. Her dream had been about one of her best friend, Bastet. Ament gazed into the smoke seeking a way to change what she had seen. She was still awake when morning rose on the tents. Ament got up from her table and hurried to find Bastet. She ran through the tents and finally found her as she was preparing to go out into the desert on a hunt.

"Bastet!" Ament called. "Bastet, please I must speak to you!"

Bastet rose and put down her bow. "What is it Ament? You seem so troubled this morning."

"I had another dream last night. You are in great danger! You must not go out to the desert today for the hunt."

"Oh, Ament don't be silly" Bastet laughed. "Nothing will happen to me out there. I know the desert as well as my own home."

"Please, Bastet you must listen to me!"

"I'm sorry. I have to go, we need food for the tribe"

"Then let me go with you. Perhaps I can help"

"Very well, but you are not as familiar with the desert as I am so it may be hard for you out there"

"it is okay, I will not allow you to go without me!"

Ament hurried home to gather a few things before leaving. She took with her not only food, but an ancient amulet that had been found with her. She did not know what it was for but she sensed that it could change what was going to happen.

The two girls headed out into the desert, Ament filled with dread.

"You worry to much Ament." Bastet said looking at the grim expression on her friends face.

"You don't worry enough" Ament shot back in response.

"Well I simply don't see what harm could await me out there. I mean after all I am a Child of the Desert. I know every thing about this desert."

"Not everything." Ament said under her breath.

The two friends journeyed far into the desert on Bastet's hunt with nothing strange ever happening. Ament began to relax a little and thought that perhaps her dream had been just a dream after all with no real meaning in it. Suddenly, the skies darkened over their heads and a sand storm came from no where whipping all around them. Ament could since that there was something strange about this sudden storm. The events that she had been dreading were coming true. Suddenly, she heard a scream, the scream of her friend.

"Bastet, Bastet where are you!?" Ament screamed unable to really see anything. Silence only followed, panicked she started running towards where the scream had come from. Reaching out her hand she found her friend, laying on the sand eyes closed, not moving. Tears started to stream down Ament's face.

"No, no this can not be happening. There must be a way to change my dream." This is what Ament had seen in her dream her friend dead, laying alone in the desert.

Ament put her head on Bastets chest and to her surprise she heard her heart still beating. Just as she was raising her head the sudden storm came to an end. A voice came from behind her, a cold raspy voice, one that sent chills up her spine. Still she had a feeling that she had heard that voice before.

"Why do you come here? What business do you have wandering my domain?"

Ament turned around to face a large dark Ulaya that bore a great resemblance to her, only his features where chiseled with hatred

Despite her fear she stood up and faced this dark Ulaya, "We have only come here hunting for food for our tribe. Why do you attack us?"

He looked at her with his cold eyes seeming to size her up. "You are not like her," he nodded towards where Bastet lay. "Why are you a Undulcan with this unworthy creature?"

"What did you call me?" Ament asked. Moving to stand between the stranger and her friend she said "this is my friend. We are part of the same tribe."

"You are a Undulcan like myself. You have the wings and markings of Unculcan. We have no tribes, we need no one as everyone fears us. We are a rare birth, and thus are more superior than these creatures."

"You are wrong! They took me in as a child, their kindness and their honor are a part of me. As much a part of me as my wings, I am not ruled by my birth but by my heart!"

The strangers eyes turned red in rage and he charged toward Ament. He grabbed her, but then suddenly his rage turned to fear as he looked at the amulet that hung from her neck. The hold he had on her fell and just as suddenly has he appeared, he was gone.

"Ament, oh Ament, what has happened?" came a weak voice. Ament turned around and saw her friend awake, weak but alive.

"I will tell you later, but for now we must go" She helped her friend to stand and they slowly made their way back to the tents. later that evening Ament told Bastet what had happened.

"You were very brave!" Bastet said looking at her friend even more respect. She had always known that her friend was kind and gifted but she had not really thought of her as brave before.

"Thanks" looking down shyly from the complement from her friend. As she looked down she saw again the amulet that she hung around her neck that she had taken on their trip. She had not told Bastet about the amulet and the reaction the stranger had when he laid eyes upon it. Ament looked at it and knew she must find out more about it and where it had come from. But that is another story.

Okay, entry done. I hope you like it xd

Name: Siryn
Meaning: n/a
Prompt: 3
Entry:

What a lovely night..the moon is full, the skies are clear and there is no creatures around except for me

This female undulcan emerges from her small cavern, her dark emerald-like coat shimmers like a gem under the direct caress from the moon beams. Her pale blue eyes seems to move around rapidly while her ears twitches when she hears the nocturnal song that is being sung by the birds or other animals. A small smile tugged on her muzzle as she blows the hair out of her eyes and she began her nightly rituals of preening herself because who knows who she will bump into during her night walk. Siryn is very vain right down to the very tip of her tail, she raises her head up and licks her muzzle like a cat would after she is done with preening herself. For 10 minutes, she just sat there at the small ledge of her cave surveying the surrounding enivornment and she felt this natural pull toward the most darkest area of the forest.

Standing up, Siryn stretches her body out to its fullest before she proceeds into the forest with her tail swaying back and forth lazily since it is one of usual nights where every creatures is giving her a wide berth but tonight... is not like other nights because the forest is suddenly empty and the temperature steadily rises up to almost 80 degrees farahenit and there is thick aura of evilness surrounding the forest. Siryn is oblivious to the sense of the evilness as her wings flutters lightly, she prances into the heart of the forest and suddenly there were a bloodcurling scream filling the air then there were a bloody gurgling indicating that someone or something had its throat ripped out. Feeling like she got ice cold water dumped all over her, Siryn's body is taunt and very still because she know that sound very well due to having to share the terrority with the hunters. But there is something about this particular hunter that cause the fear to pierce her beating heart and making her fight or flight reflex work overtime. She was locked in an internal struggle with herself as she stares helplessly through the trees where a dark creatures devours its last prey.

Hunkered over his prey, this grotsque creature with terribly disfigured face and scars all over his body. His glowing blood eyes catches a movement on his left, he turns his head toward the Undulcan and an evil smile spreads on his blood-stained muzzle. He heard that Undulcan's blood and meat is the prime rib of this world so he slowly turns around, smearing more blood on his muzzle literally because he want this female's last sight to be his muzzle coming down on her prone body. He will definitely enjoy ripping the chunks off her body and listening to her cries of pain until he silence her with a bite to the throat. The fire sizzled and licked up his legs as he slowly walks toward Siryn. Part of him is wondering why she is not fleeing, the sweet smell of the fear assailed his ose and he takes in deep breathe. "Run, my little prey.. run.." He says in raspy voice.

Siryn's eyes is round and wide like a large saucers as she contiunes to try to force her legs to cooperate but the smell of the blood, the sense of fear and evilness, the mere sight of him is threatening to overwhelm this poor emerald Undulcan. Part of her mind is screaming at her to flee for her life and hide out in the cave while other part of her is telling her to hold her ground and fight. She automatically puffs her body out with her wings flared out to make herself more bigger while baring her small fangs hissing loudly at the demon.
Mon Dieu! What am I doing?? I think I am out of my mind for staying here! RUN!! RUN RUN RUN!!!" Siryn screams at herself mentally but her legs felt like heavy lead.

The demon smiles maliciously as he now stood over a horror-stricken Siryn with blood dripping off his muzzle, splattering Siryn's face and body with it. When his muzzle stretches in a huge jagged malicious grin revealing rows of long sharp fangs, he slowly leans in forward waiting for the female to flee. To his frustration, she didn't flee but she puffed her body up, legs set in defensive postion and a hissing coming from this female. This female certainly puzzles him, but he is still so hungry so he strikes with lightning speed with his maw open and aimed toward the female's head.

Siryn contiunes to hiss and spit like a cat, she arches her body upward to make herself more bigger and taller with her tail all puffed out. Her small fangs is bared out, she is still wondering why she is doing this. The second she sees his head coming toward her, she knew what she have to do this instant. So she turn around and just fled back into the safety of her forest without a glance over her shoulder. She could hear the roar of the demon and the fire crackling chasing after her so she bust out her last resort for her freedom and survival. Her wings flaps erractically which causes her to pick the speed and she is pratically flying down the path she took. Siryn made a mistake of looking over her shoulder and the last thing she saw was the demon opening his mouth, the fire seared all over her body, rendering her temporarily blind and the air is full of the smell of burnt fur. She stumbles as she contiunes to run up the hill toward the cavern, and she staggers toward a very small cave where she knows that the demon wont be able to get to her even with his fire breath.

Siryn collasped on the small pile of the fresh leaves, resting her head away from her body while her body throbs angrily from the "fire-bath" and extertion she experienced tonight. With a sigh, she closes her eyes very slowly and just slumped in a very deep slumber.