Characters Name: Vox Character's Cert Temper: Voracious Character's Personality: Always filled with loathing for others, Vox decided to make it official by letting his black heart be sealed in a curse.
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 3:15 pm
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: Heartsbane Character's Cert Temper: Vindictive Character's History: He loved her more than life itself, only wanting her to be happy. Now though, he seeks to take all she loves away before taking her life. Love is cruel.
Skinwalkers Name: Asra "The Bonemaker" *Arabic- Meaning: Travel at Night Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Insidious Feline's Name: True Name: Tasnim Call Name: Gwen (called so by Asra, who fancies that she talks to the cat's spirit) Feline's Personality & History: Name: Tasnim (Arabic: Meaning a Spring in Paradise) History: As a kitten Tasnim had earned her name, a joyous creature born in the spring in delighting in the blooming flowers that surrounded her. She was a proud thing, a single cub born to a rather sickly mother, who doted on her and fed her as well as could be expected considering how hard it was for her to hunt. Not that her mother lasted long, dying before she was barely out of cubhood. And thus did Tasnim grow up on her own, catching mice and voles, small birds and frogs with paws that grew quick with cleverness and hunger.
Every day was a struggle, and as new cats moved into her mother's territory Tasnim drifted, in search of a new home. There were days she found nothing to eat at all, and could only find broad leaves to shelter her from pouring rain. Eventually she came to a place of shadows, where few creatures dared go and no bobcats would run her off of the territory. Content to sleep in the shadow of the dark tree, she drifted to sleep with the low sound of voices haunting her dreams.
As she grew her nature turned, warped by the twisted tree she constantly found herself sitting beneath and listening to. It almost seemed that a low murmuring voice whispered from the trunk, the tone creeping over the surrounding ground like a low-hanging mist. Curiosity drew her ever closer, and as an adult she claimed widening territory near the tree with scratch marks on the trees. Few dared to approach her home,though there were large shadows that occasionally came from the heart of her land and disappeared out into the world. She let them pass without comment, drawing away only to return again and attempt to keep a closer eye on her dark treasure.
With increased proximity to the tree, her hunting habits changing into something darker. She kept her prey alive, injuring it and then allowing the faint ray of hope that it might escape. She liked to let them see the distant meadows, the flash of green in sunlight, before striking again and dragging them back to her home. Sometimes she let them go two or three times, injuring them worse with each capture and delighting in the pained squeaks and trills. Only when she was sufficiently bored of the matter did she kill and consume her prey. The bones were gathered in neat mounds, tiny white towers that were scattered around her territory. But she didn't stay sated for long, soon enough off to capture another creature and toy with it for her entertainment.
Feline's Last Day: Asra had stalked the feline for two days, fanatical in her pursuit of a pelt, and exacting in her patience. She had to be sure this feline was perfect, white where she was dark and with soft green eyes where hers were ice blue. The cat was spring to her winter, and with its death she would be a huntress eternal. She had named the cat Gwen, and traced the feline's wandering hunting patterns back to the great black tree. 'That's it.. Perfect.'
Tasnim pounced on her rabbit, clawing at its haunches as she held it between her paws. Mouthing lazily at the ears, she reveled in the frantic heartbeat and then turned the animal free, whiskers quivering in amusement as she watched it dash away again. "Run and run and run again..." She singsonged, crouching with a reckless flick of her tail. "I'm coming to catch you!"
Asra watched the feline capture a rabbit, toying with it careless bats of her paws and then letting it wriggle to freedom. The soft brown pelt was streaked with scarlet, just like the feline's white paws, and she let her prey wriggle free and dash into the woods. It was then that Asra struck, bringing the cat's life to an end.
"My Gwen, sweet Gwen..." She crooned, blood splashed over her muzzle. "I will catch your sweet rabbit soon, and add its bones to my bowl. But for now, you first."
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:37 pm
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: Kavi Character's Cert Temper: Visionary Character's History: He was born pristine, and raised as such. But deep down he wanted a darker world. A crimson world. One night he took action. What little remained was scarlet.
Note; edited for the name, I accidentally put mine!
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:11 pm
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: The Shining One Character's Cert Temper: Aloof Character's History: The stallion brings your demise upon silent wings. Like the snow, they can be beautiful, but deadly. As entrancing as a spider's web and just as hard to escape.
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:15 pm
Better Run Like The Devil
Characters Name: Athansius Character's Cert Temper: Horrific Character's Personality: Feral beast. Dances on the line of sanity. He was always this way: a dribbling snarling monster. Always alone, never with a family; becoming cursed was imminent
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:22 pm
Deck The Halls With-- OMG RUN! RUN!!
Skinwalkers Name: Erlantz Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Covetus Original Christmas Song Name: I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics: I want a new victim for Christmas
I want a new victim for Christmas Only a new victim will do I don't want a meal, no silly little toy I want a new victim to torture and destroy
I want a new victim for Christmas I don't think they can escape me, do you? They won't be able to run with broken legs Just hold them down and bite them And listen to them beg
I can seem me now on Christmas morning Tearing up their hide Oh what joy and what surprise When they open up their eyes To see me standing there in all my pride
I want a new victim for Christmas Only a new victim will do No elderly, or dried carcasses I only like new victimuses And the new victimuses fear me too
I want a new victim for Christmas A new victim is all I want There is always the chance they'll hunt me down But then again I know the victims are vegetarian
I want a new victim for Christmas The kind I like to play with and consume There's lots of room for them in my territory I'd keep them there and eat them there It will be so gorey
I can seem me now on Christmas morning Tearing up their hide Oh what joy and what surprise When they open up their eyes To see me standing there in all my pride
I want a new victim for Christmas Only a new victim will do No elderly, or dried carcasses I only like new victimuses And the new victimuses fear me too
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 9:06 pm
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: Gabriel Character's Cert Temper: Narcissistic Character's History: Selfish and inadvertently cruel, yet he thought himself kind. Floated though life without a care taking what he wanted without thought. Scorned lover plays a not so innocent prank. Both pay.
Edited to spoiler the Last Day portion because I didn't realize how long it was!
Curosity Killed the Cat. . . Or Did It?
Skinwalkers Name: Laufeia la(u)-feia (the Norse god of destruction and evil) Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Eclectic Feline's Name: Shivari Feline's Personality & History: Shivari was very Moral bound. She had an honor code and she stuck to it. She had lived with her mother for a long time and had left after finding her love to live with him in a new area. One where they could raise children and have a happy life and where prey was abundant. She never viewed herself as good or evil, she just saw herself as a survivor. Through everything she had survived, and she would fight through anything in order to stay alive. She lost her love in one such fight and never quite forgave herself for not being better. When she had his cubs she decided she would protect them with everything she had. Her cubs were her new life and that was what mattered to her. Her life for the most part now, was peaceful and she was content. When she killed she thanked the prey for it's sacrifice and she would only take the weak or the sick/injured in order to make sure the herd they came from was strong and would keep producing more prey for her and her family. It was the way of her mother and her mother's mother before that. It was tradition and she was good with that! Feline's Last Day:
Silently stalking through the grass, Shivari watched the pronghorn as it grazed. She kept her body low to the ground she had been tracking this pronghorn for a while. She was delighted with her tracking practices and how they hadn't failed her. Her cubs would eat well tonight. She smiled in her smugness as she thought of the fun her small cubs would have with this meal. 'If I am careful enough I can take it back alive and let them have some practice before dinner...'she thought to herself for she wouldn't dare utter a single sound for fear of alerting her prey that she was here. She had made sure to keep herself upwind so it wouldn't get her scent. She had been taught by her mother and all of which was flowing through her like natural grace at the moment. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the pronghorn drink.
The clearing was nice and calm for the moment. Serene and graceful would be the moment of the capture. She never begrudged a kill, but she also never truly felt bad for the life she took. She had been taught that it was her duty to take out the weak or the sick. She would leave the strong ones alone and go for the smaller ones or the sickly ones. She had her morals and she stuck to them. If it hadn't been for her cubs she would have hunted smaller game. She needed to get this meal back to her cubs. She set herself and prepared for the incoming fight. If it came to it she would end the pronghorn and just take it back. There was no need for the thing to suffer. After all she wasn't exactly evil, just a survivor. She had no idea of who or what was secretly stalking her.
Laufeia had been intrigued by this bobcat and had decided to make her the sacrifice. She had no idea that the bobcat had cubs or that she was a mother. She needed the pelt and this bobcat was different. this was a black and white panther. When would she come across another such as her? Her pelt matched her markings a bit, and this pleased her. She had a liking for White and Black things. They always had held a special place in her heart.
Shivari had all of her attention on the pronghorn. It moved closer to the edge of the forest where she had been waiting. She watched it for a moment, giving it a false sense of security. It was only a moment, and then she sprang from the tall grass. Her claws extended and ready to make contact with the pronghorn. It startled as she sprang, but she had expected it. What she didn't expect was for it to move the way it did. It came into deeper contact with the claws on her right fore-paw as it tore through the flesh on the Pronghorn's left shoulder. The deep gashes readily gushed blood as her claws tore through. Her left fore-paw connected at the same time, but did not do nearly the damage her right had done. The Pronghorn fell to the ground with cries of pain and fear. She did not relish this moment. She needed to put the poor thing out of it's misery. Quickly she opened her large jowls and went for the throat of her prey. She silenced it with a strong but skillful bite.
"Thank you for your sacrifice.... I appreciate it for my cubs... know that you have not gone in vain." She had said the same thing to any kill of her own. It was a tradition passed down from her mother to her, and several generations before her. Shivari was still unaware of the watching eyes as she grabbed the Pronghorn and began the slow journey back to the cubs. Her head and tail high as her pride for a swift and easy kill ran through her. Her eyes still held the sparkle of her pride and satisfaction.
Laufeia watched as the bobcat took down the pronghorn and then began the task of dragging it off. The oath she swore to the creature was intriguing to her. She would watch for a short while and remain out of sight and smell. This bobcat was not the only one who knew how to track quite well. Shivari was finally in sight of the cave where she had left her cubs. It was a secluded area that hardly if ever got visitors. She dropped the pronghorn to the ground and let out a roar to summon her two cubs. They came bounding out of the cave and to their mother that had the Pronghorn at her feet.
"Here you go my lovelies... We have our meal for tonight..."She listened to the happy musing of her cubs and laughed as they started to growl and play with each other over the meal. "Just remember... you need to keep in mind that we do not go after the strong, we go after the weak or the sick. The ones who would die shortly even if we had not taken their life... It ensures strength in the herd and that allows us to continue to have food..." She smiled with pride as both of her cubs were in agreement. They would remember her morals and it would survive another generation. Her pride was overflowing and she enjoyed the meal with her cubs.
Laufeia was watching as the bobcat dropped the meal and called for something. There was no end to the surprises this bobcat held in store for her. She smiled her dark smile as the cubs rushed to their mother. It seemed they were at the age where they wouldn't be with her much longer anyways. She was prime for the taking, and her children, oh the little ones, she wouldn't leave them to perish. Oh no, she would take them under her wing. It would be easier to have them as minions! Her eyes lit up with a dark twinkle. She would have minions to do her dirty work. Ones that if they turned against her it wouldn't matter if she killed them or not! Forever her play things. They were even the right colors! Oh how luck just seemed to be on her side tonight. She would take the mother tonight and then become the Bobcat for a time until she got them under control enough to begin hunts and to assist her in stalking and killing. For now it would be easier to hunt in three. At least until she learned the lay of the land a bit better and what enemies could be found here. Her dark smirk was bright with this new found information. She just needed to wait a little longer.
Shivari took her cubs back into the cave and gave them both a bath before putting them to sleep. She watched her cubs quietly sleeping in the cave before she made the decision to go out and get a drink from the stream. She stretched as she walked from the cave. The yawn came shortly after, but she ignored it. It would only be a short time before she was back and asleep with her cubs. She reached the stream and crouched down to drink from it, not focusing on what was around her, since there was never anything there anyways.
Laufeia, continued her game of stalking the mother bobcat. The smirk still on her face, she just needed the perfect opportunity to ambush the bobcat and take the pelt for her own. This opportunity would soon present itself. She had considered doing it as mother bobcat exited the cave and began stretching as she walked, but that would have been much too close to her future minions in order for her to pull it off without blood everywhere. Her Kalona blood was calling for meat, and she realized she hadn't eaten. This bobcat would do more than just give her pelt.
Laufeia watched as mother bobcat got to the small stream and began to drink. This was her moment. She leaped from the shadows she had been following her from and landed on her back. She knew she had to act fast and began to stomp her hooves down on her prey's shoulders and neck, careful not to hurt the pelt that she needed.
Shivari felt the weight suddenly on top of her and was pushed to the ground under the weight of the mare. There was no winning in a weight based fight. She growled and attempted to roll over where she could possibly get her claws would not go down easily, and managed to cut her opponent with her claws at the mare's belly. She felt the hooves as they came down hard on her shoulders and neck. She also knew she had managed to get her claws into the Mare's right leg, and she had gotten herself onto her side slightly. She kept trying to claw at the mare, until she saw the large hoof come down. At that moment everything went black.
Laufeia had managed to land a blow on the head of mother bobcat. She knew that her opponent was down when the claws that had been dug into her leg let go and her prey went limp. She smirked at this, and moved off of her prey in order to inspect the pelt and make sure it was still usable. "Why yes.... I think you will do nicely..."She said to herself. Her pleasure and happiness fully evident in her voice. Her eyes held the sparkle of both the pride of the bobcat and the pride of herself. She had won.
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:14 pm
Curosity Killed the Cat. . . Or Did It?
Skinwalkers Name: Lamina Skinwalkers Cert Temper: cantankerous Feline's Name: Shimmer Feline's Personality & History: Shimmer was curious, full of adventure and wonder. She hungered for new things in her life. When she was old enough to breed she had children. Her first experience as a mother! It had been joyful the three little ones she had raised! She had wondered what her children would be like, what they might turn out to be. She climbed the mountains with them and taught them everything she knew. She was strong and protective but she was curious and happy. She wanted her children to be the same and to go explore their own parts of the world and find their own loves and life's and adventures.
They had not been gone longer then a week when she soon found her self as a pelt on Lamina's back. Her joy and excitement at life and adventure cut short at the hooves of a cursed walker. She would never again see her children. She would never again find a lover or make friends. She was a pelt for the one who killed her and that was the end of Shimmer. Feline's Last Day: While hunting near the base of the mountains Shimmer felt her skin crawl and looked around to see a crazed and cursed female charging at her. She could smell the curse on the female and tried to get away. She tried to climb the mountain but Lamina leaped the rocks much faster then Shimmer had expected. She was upon her in a moment and the Soquili grabbed her by the scruff and tossed her off a ledge. Shimmer fell to the ground almost 25 feet away and broke her back. The last thing she had seen was Lamina's snarling face as she watched the cat fall before she had hit the ground.
Skinwalkers Name: Ebeneezer Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Scrooged Original Christmas Song Name: O Holy Night Parody Christmas Song Name & Lyrics: Oh Bloody Night!
Oh bloody night The soquili all are screaming It is the night of our murderer’s curse The blood on the snow lay thick and icily shining In his eyes, I see all that is perverse No thrill of hope my weary soul withers And my heart leaps in my throat as he commands
Fall to your knees Beg and plead for some choices No one can hear All you loved is dead Weep a tear No one can hear
I lay on the ground my body freely bleeding I know now that this will be the end I accept my fate as my fleeting heart is beating. He snarls and then he does something I can’t comprehend The powder hits my face, it’s me he’s cursing I hear his voice as into madness I descend
Fall to your knees Do you hear the voices? Screaming in fear It’s you they dread Weep not a tear Your curse is here
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:38 pm
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: Kry Character's Cert Temper: Demented Character's History: An explorer hexed with the inability to see. While searching for a cure, he bumps into the wrong soq! Cursed again with the need to kill all that he cannot see.
Skinwalkers Name: Bête Noire ( a person or thing that one particulary dislikes or is afraid of). Skinwalkers Cert Temper: Sacrificial Feline's Name: Dotty Feline's Personality & History: Dotty has had exactly one dream in life, to be a mother--a better mother than hers ever was. She was abandoned at an early age and left to fend for herself when her mother just couldn't be bothered. Feline's Last Day: How did the cursed walker find them?
Dotty nestled down with her cubs in the small little den she's found them. They were all sleeping, but she was not. Outside the den, she could hear the sound of hooves crunching on the snow. She willed her cubs to be quiet, because something did not seem right about the situation.
She moved to the entrance peeking out into the black night. A cub yawned lazily beside her, but she chided the small one and pushed it back to bed. "Don't come out until light," Dotty said her voice remarkably calm. "Always go in before dark. I'll be back. You have to watch your siblings till I get back, Aria." The little cub nodded, and she licked its face and pushed it back to its siblings.
By this time her heart was beating wildly in her chest, knowing that perhaps its number of beats were now limited. There was an expiration on her life, and she felt it drawing much too close. But maybe, maybe if she could do this....maybe it would only be her life. She did not want to leave the cubs as her mother had left her...but if she stayed they would perhaps all die. And what was her life worth if they were gone?
She ran from the brambles, she could smell the kalona near her. One glance back brought the bloodthirsty eyes into focus and she could see the crazed look as clearly as if it were day. Her heart sunk as she fled, knowing she would be too slow. The mare was after her, shouting terrible things at her.
It was the last thing that made her almost freeze. "I"ll wear your skin as a coat! Mark my words little bobcat!" The high, insane laughter shot through the night.
Walker, her mind screamed. Walker!
She ran faster, taking her pursuer as far away from her cubs as she could though her legs were tiring. Dotty was just beginning to think that maybe she could escape, maybe she could get back to them when the hoove swipped her off her feet.
Dotty lay in a dazed puddle of blood, her last thoughts of her children. She had saved them. Please, let them survive. Let them know I love them. Please.
Then there was teeth and blood, then nothing more.
Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 3:46 am
The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon
Characters Name: polar wind Character's Cert Temper: puffed up Character's History: He sought to be the most beautiful. He killed all that threatened him . Foolishly he bathes in their blood thinking it will make him more beautiful.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 4:01 am
Better Run Like The Devil
Characters Name: Tanami Character's Cert Temper: resistant Character's Personality: Desert born, he became harsh to match the environment. He survives and thrives. The weak become his toys and his meat.
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