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Ryuk rose to his feet, squinting into the sunlight. It was the perfect opprotunity to sneak off, seeing as his parents were more inclined to active towards the darker parts of the day. However, he did feel the eyes of his sister, the Goddess of Life, on him as he made his way past the his other sibilings who were napping. He didn't meet her gaze, but continued on his way towards a dark-canopied forest that was near by. His steps were even as he twisted through the sometimes thick undergrowth, and with each step, the life around him was silenced by his presence, giving him a smug look on his face.

He traveled quite a ways, not lacking in confidance at all that he would be able to make his way back home, and paused for some rest, the forest slowly reaching back to the volume it had been while he traveled. Though he was slightly groggy from skipping on his normal sleeping habit and the distance he had come, his ears were still alert to the laughter he heard from a distance. His head jerked up as he identified a squeal of delight, and it seemed that the life around him shuddered at his sudden movement. He rose to his feet once more, and crept towards the source.

From behind a thorn bush, he watched with a bright eye as two fair-furred kits played in a clearing. One seemed to be a light tan with darker tips and a mask across the bridge of his nose, while the other was light with black stockings and rims around her eyes. Neither of them seemed to notice the presence of the miniature deity as he watched them wrestle in a well-light clearing fit for his sister. He pulled away from the bush and stalked around it to where he was free to pounce in if he so desired. Might as well scare them out of thier skin, he thought, a wicked smirk playing across his face.

Ryuk lept into the clearing, his body so different from theirs, they could not help but stop in mid-step and gaze at his presence. His chest was puffed up with youthful pride, and his grin only grew when he heard the forest quiet in a wave behind him. It was the male who first moved towards him, head down in what could only be fear, Ryuk looking down at him over the bridge of his nose. "Well...?" He asked, in a voice that could make one's heart race, or even stop. The little male in front of him seemed to inhale deeply, and within the blink of an eye, batted the God and took of running, hollering over his shouler....happily? "You're it!"

Ryuk had no idea what "it" he was, and tore after the kit, watching as the female too, began to ran and laugh. He snorted in anger as he pushed forwards, thinking to himself I don't even need to use my power to catch them! They aren't worthy! as the three bolted around the clearing. When he managed to tag the female, the cycle was started anew, and for the first time, he felt the thrill in it too, thinking of how he had to teach it to his brother and sisters, though it might be a tad unfair playing with the God and Goddess of Hunting and Manipulation.

[[I hope I didn't make your eyes bleed! D:]]

Name: Unayehisdi
Personality: Haunting
Powers: He's able to suck all happiness out of the air, leaving behind nothing but uncomfortable dark and unpleasant feelings and thoughts.


He watched carefully as the young couple and their 3 little girls played. So much happiness. Too much happiness. They needed to be put in the right place by feeling exactly what he is. He could barely stand watching them. Lets change the scene shall he? Standing up from his hiding place, he slowly made his way towards them. His chain dragging behind him, making rather a lot of noise.

The couple looked over at him, seeing him at first, they had tried to hide their children from the kit. Of course, he was only a kit to, so they figured he wasn't going to do anything. Or at least, that's what they that. His bone wings flapped lightly. He had a smirk of just pure evil.

As soon as they let him come closer, he started exactly what he wanted to do. He started taking the happiness right out of everything. The young couple's smiles quickly faded as they looked down at the him. He seemed to continue to smile. The kits started to cry and shake, which made Una's attention go to them fairly fast. He just watched mostly, watched them start to suffer. Yes... This was how it was suppose to be... How everything was suppose to be.

He couldn't contain his laugh as he watched the family try to back up from him. Where did they think they were going. He shook his head. "There's no place to hide." He said in a rather childish voice. It made him look less scary then he really was. Fear was everywhere. Though, as soon as he started, it had stopped.

He didn't see her, until the small family had looked away from him. Looking over his shoulder, it had seemed that his mother knew exactly where he was. Well, that was no fun. He stopped what he was doing as quickly as possible looking up at her innocently. Though, he was sure she wasn't going to be angry with him. Or at least not too angry.

Prompt 1

Name: Kitai
Personality: Wrathful, he loves causing fear and he thinks very highly of himself. If there was a person that he was not able to effect then he wouldn’t rest until they were dead.
Powers: Manipulating shadows, moving ghost-like (levitating), and with a few whispers in the ear when an ulaya is asleep he can destroy the lock and chains that are holding back what they fear most.

Kitai sniffed the cool midnight air and smirked evilly. Tonight would be a world full of fun and mischief; striking fear and terror into the hearts of sleeping ulaya, whispering words of hatred, death, and decay in their ears. Corrupting they’re souls and scarring their pathetic lives for all eternity. For he was the God of Fear, creating fear in the hearts of others was what he did best. Manipulating shadows and carrying an immense killing aura, unaware ulaya should beware unless they want to become a ghostly pale. Kitai crackled silently under his breath as he swept across the grass, which seemed to wither just in sight of him.
Kitai finally woke from his dream, he’s been dreaming the same dream for a week now: the day he would be an adult where he can officially terrorize life as we know it. He snarled; he wasn’t going to wait any longer; he’ll go ahead and cause all the chaos till his heart (if he had one) was content! Kitai looked around; it was still nightfall, perfect. The rest of his incompetent “family” was either asleep like he was or were lying awake, not caring that he was wandering away. As Kitai grew farther away from where he was once resting he heard the sounds of laughter. Hiding in a near by bush he looked to see what was making that horrendous noise, it was a positively disgusting sound, he couldn’t bare it.
It was some fellow kits, not great and godly ones like him though. They were doing very strange things like chasing one another around a fire, but they looked like they were having… fun? Kitai gritted his teeth; he had never experienced so much joy like they were. The only times he felt that ecstatic was when he was experiencing “that dream” which currently hasn’t come true at all. Kitai felt bitter, very bitter at the moment, was it jealousy? Was he envious they could have so much fun just from being with each other? No one was joyous when they were with him. Using his powers to manipulate shadows he created his own shadow in to a beast, a great large one, horns, fangs, claws, it was equipped with it all. Kitai waited until they grew tired and where they would finally stop their foolishness and rest.
Kitai waited and waited, it was like they were running off of diesel. Eventually they stopped all the nonsense and laid down. Kitai sneered, took them long enough. Slowly he made his shadow creep over to them; something inside his chest was beating quickly with anticipation. The kits finally looked up to see what it was and saw the creature, assuming that the real thing was behind them they all screamed and scampered away. The shadow returned to normal and Kitai was crackling his rear off. When he stopped he wiped away a tear that he got from laughing so much. Kitai sighed, scaring the wits out of them was not as pleasing as he had hoped, he began to doubt he would ever have as much fun as them. A low rumble came from his throat as he stalked off, disappointed. Next time for sure… it’s not me, it’s them. I just need the perfect victim, one not as incompetent as those “kind” are. Kitai sneered, but in happiness, this world was full of suckers just waiting to faint in fear of him. Kitai looked down, the grass wasn’t withering yet, but it will, in time it will.

Name: Phobos (taken from Phobia)
Personality: Sickening, corrupt, and a tad insane. Manipulating and scaring others have not only driven others mad, but in time has made him a bit off mentally. He lives and breathes fear, and he wishes that others around him do the same. As he becomes older, his powers will grow and flourish, but his mind will continue to lose itself in the process.
Powers: To know instantly ones deepest and darkest fear, and to create illusions as he wishes, whether it be when stalking a prey, or even out of boredom to scare a random intruder. To disrupt the mental capacity of another and to emotionally torture is his most favorite thing to do, especially when it involves their greatest worry and fear. He knows how powerful a fear is in the mind, so he finds his power to be unbeatable in a sense. He may have full control over others, but he is slowly losing control over himself.


Prompt 2:

Your god is now an adult. Pretty much free reign on this! What are his habits? His joys? ...Pretty much just do whatever you feel inspired to do.


Doing as he always did, Phobos awoke from a short sleep in the shadows of a cloudy night, and he stretched his body in hopes of curing his stale weariness. He found it more pleasing to never sleep, and he only did so every few days, because sleep was nothing but boring. There were so many other things he enjoyed doing besides sleeping, since Phobos had no desire to dream in any way. All he desired was to bother others, and he constantly was out and about, staying in the shadows that Ulaya did not know existed.

Ahh, perfect. It appeared that Phobos did not need to seek out a prey tonight, since someone was dumb enough to wander alone in the silent night. It was those kind of idiotic creatures that caused the male the most fun, and he grinned at his new discovery. As the male started moving his body, he saw to the right of him that a young female was wandering off by herself, completely dazed and unaware of her surroundings. She was deep in thought.. and it was about a love interest apparently. 'Oh my..' Phobos thought to himself. 'I have so many options to play.'

As his mind pondered something disruptive to do to that female's emotional state, his dark eyes watched her through every move she made. He would not take his eyes off her, since he was learning as much as he could by her dumb expression. This was going to be painless, well, at least for him. Phobos did enjoy a self challenge, which in his case would be someone brave, but since he was feeling weary after a terrible rest, an easy target was like a small gift to himself.

Now, it was time to work. Phobos decided to adjust an image in the female's spaced out mind, and create a horrific pure black beast to be snarling now behind the female. In seconds her eyes were wary, and she was shaking in fright. The beast that Phobos created was the typical, all black monster, with shining red eyes. It worked everytime, as he would say himself. It was easily scaring the female, but no, Phobos was not finished yet.

He then made it look like the male that she was thinking about had come to save her. It was another young lad, about the same age as her, with bright eyes and a suave smile. He gritted his teeth at his imagery, but then molded his mouth into a twisted smile. The pleasure was soon to come for him, and he was patient in his movements.

The fake-male Ulaya was supposedly there to save his 'love', and he and the dark beast would now dual in front of the young female. She looked beyond happy to see her loved one, but Phobos would soon change that reassurance from her eyes. He would take everything away from her, and keep all of her pain and suffering for himself. He commanded the black beast illusion to pounce at the male, and to once let the heroic male illusion jump out of the way in a small attack to the beast. To create a fake hope, so that the female could believe this was actually going to be resolved happily, as everything in her pathetic life was.

But no. With a flick of Phobos' forehead, the black beast illusion then snapped at the heroic male, only to allow an exaggerated amount of blood to be shown in front of the female. Phobos then waited, silently and surely. And alas, the female screamed, and her eyes grew beyond proportion. The muscles in her face were twitching, and her body looked as if it was going to break itself.

Phobos then made the dark beast finish its prey during this time, and act satisfied in its meal. It then walked away from the female, only to soon become a nothingness in the air. Phobos was again gluing his eyes on the timid female, who had lost it at this point. In a matter of minutes, she fled from the area, and her screams could be heard for many moments after. Phobos allowed himself a satisfied smile, and finally a well deserved laugh.

That was too much fun. And now, it was time for him to move on again, and see who else he could bother for the night. It never got tiring, and each prey would become more exciting then the next. This was his addiction, and as he continued laughing to himself, he once again kept himself invisible in the darkness of the shadows.


(( I apologize for the length, I tried to keep it swift ; 3 I hope showing this kind of scenario was ok for Prompt 2! <3 ))

Name: Deimos

Personality: Coming at it from a biological perspective, Deimos prefers to warn others of danger with his powers. Usually very calm, he understands fear, so it's hard to frazzle him. Occasionally uses his powers to play pranks on others.

Powers: (What powers would you give him?) He's able to instill two different kinds of fear in others; the kind that most take seriously (i.e. life threatening situation fear), and the kind that is used for entertainment (i.e. scary movie on Halloween). Major power is to manifest someone's fears in a tangible form. He doesn't use that one often. Also has a general aura of spookiness that's hard for him to control.

Prompt 1:
Your god boy is still a kit, and has wandered away from his family. In his wanderings, he walks up on a couple other kits playing. What does he do?

Reply:

It was the witching hour, the time of night where the sun seems to have abandoned the world for good. The time when all spooks and ghouls have free reign and delight in raking their claws up unsuspecting Jokoa's spines, making them shiver and hope for the dawn. Tonight, though, they probably felt that their mischief making was less effective. The God of Fear just wasn't in the mood.

Deimos tossed and turned on his bed of grass. He'd wanted to take a nap, feeling thoroughly bored with the activities of his family. He scrunched his eyes shut, attempting to will himself to sleep, but always as he was just about to drift to sleep, a sprig of grass would tickle his nose, or his sister would laugh, and he'd be jolted to wakefulness again.

Finally, he stood up, and left the cave, looking for something to do. The regular pranks had lost their novelty, and Deimos only fleetingly considered them before shaking his head. Besides, his siblings were used to his pranks. With no real destination in mind, his paws carried him off the beaten paths and into the darker reaches of the Forest. He was naturally immune to the creepy aura of such places, and wandered very far, idly inspecting rotten logs and splashing in scum covered ponds to see if something would leap from their depths.

After a while, Deimos realized that he'd wandered completely into unknown territory. The mossy trees had given way to tall, straight trees with healthy leaves, and, in the distance, he could hear the sound of laughter. Suddenly curious, he quietly crept closer, and thrust his head through some bushes.

In the clearing beyond the bushes, two non-God kits were enjoying the thrill of being out in the forest at night. Apparently, they weren't supposed to be here, for they occasionally shushed each other when their play go too loud. Deimos was delighted by their antics, and wanted to run over to them. However, he knew that most Jokoa were made uneasy by his presence. It was his darn aura! If he could find a way to repress it, maybe they'd let him play. Removing his head from the bushes, Deimos turned his thoughts inward and concentrated on dulling the aura of spookiness that radiated off him like heat.

His unsuccessful efforts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him, and Deimos turned to see a rather large, and hungry-looking wolf regarding him with wary yellow eyes. Deimos stuck his tongue out at it, knowing it wouldn't come close to him. Sure enough, the wolf sniffed a bit in his direction, thought better of attacking him, and left.

In the direction of the kits.

Deimos had a very bad feeling and stuck his head back through the bushes. Sure enough, the wolf had gone for the easier prey. Deimos felt a stirring in his blood that felt remarkably like fear, as he watched the kits cower from the wolf. He could feel their fear, and he was suddenly sympathetic. Fear was easy for him to handle, but he was a God. Deimos decided to help the kits and wrestled his way through the bush, projecting as much Fear at the wolf as possible. The wolf paused, confused at why he felt scared when there was just weak prey around. It gave Deimos enough time to run in between the wolf and the kits, his small teeth bared in a ridiculous snarl. It was enough to stop the wolf completely in his tracks as Deimos's power washed over him.

Danger here. Run! Deimos pressed upon the wolf, and he ran, tail between his legs, a whimper of fear escaping his muzzle. Deimos watched him go with satisfaction. That had been much more rewarding than a prank! Deimos turned to smile at the two kits but found that they were staring at him with more terror than the wolf had inspired.

"Oh. Sorry." he said, the smile disappearing. "I'll just go now."
Guess they weren't going to let him play. Deimos sighed and left.

((Geez, sorry about the length! sweatdrop ))

no stealing;;
ideas or post format.

name____________‹‹
would be u n k n o w n to others ..
but down inside, he is Ryo - a distant reality..


personality________‹‹
Dark, carrying a cold aura around him with a
slightly intimidating touch. Quiet and anti-social
for the most part, he's like twilight's last breath;
a fallen angel.

powers___________‹‹

✖ [ shadows ] // Holding the ability to manipulate shadows,
he can also use the shadow of another Ulaya to control
them [movement-wise]. However, the longer he uses it,
the more energy it consumes.

✖ [ night walk ] // At night he is able to draw in strength from
the moon and use it to change his form into nothing but
mist; thus he is in a translucent form. Others can walk
through him and he can walk through things as well.

✖ [ illusions ] // At his will, he can summon illusions that enter
one's mind usually of things you fear. When around another,
he can see what it is that you fear most.

✖ [ toungue of the dead ] // This ability allows Ryo to converse
with the dead; allowing the spirit to change his voice to match
the dead's so he can haunt others with it. If a Ulaya is also
on the verge of death, Ryo can take away its life, thus easing
the Ulaya [in a sense].

P r o m p t 2 : "Your god is now an adult. Pretty much free reign

on this! What are his habits? His joys? ...Pretty much just do whatever you feel inspired

to do."

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The lone cries of the north wind gently echoed through the vast lands. It entwined through the trees causing them to shiver under its presence.
It was quiet ... - it was always quiet at this time. The time was precisely 2 minutes till midnight. A chilled tension filled the crisp night air.

The wind stirred again, gingerly combing through silky fur that belonged to a gallant beast. A shadow could be seen laying limp on a broad, flat rock beside a small pond. It was very well hidden by trees and bushes alike - only a trained eye would have spotted it. A single paw was left dangling over the rock, the tips of its claws gently skimming the top of the clear cool water; ripples disrupting the smooth surface. The faint sound of bubbling water could be heard as a small waterfall was located near the pond. Other than that, all was still - as if the world was holding its breath and waiting for something.

"Elda, am I so strange that
others always fear me?"
asked a soft voiced Ulaya kit.
"Perhaps not strange...but you
are different. Very different."

The shadow stirred...then suddenly irises of a striking pale indigo sapphire opened.
The sleeping beast had arisen - precisely at midnight.

The shadowed creature stood up, striking a gallant pose. A ray of moonlight pierced
through the gatherine clouds, shining down upon the beast. The light gleamed off of its
midnight ebony coat; then he tilted his head skyward. Even the stars seemed to quiver
under his deathly cold stare.
Then in a flash, he was gone;
all you could see was remnants of mist.

..He was known as the God of Fear.

The God was a mere blur in the darkness as he ran effortlessly out into the wide lands of Jokoa. Body was pressed low to the ground as paws gingerly swept over moon-kissed grass. The Ulaya God lavished in the quietness of the night; the cool wind that swept through his fur; the feeling of stretching out cramped muscles. He was out on this daily run of the night. Faster and faster his speed became until he was running at a terrifying pace...until suddenly...he was gone again; leaving only mist.

What had caused him to disappear so fast?

Ah, it seemed that two adolescents - near adult Ulaya - had ventured away from their parents. If not for the God's fast reflexes, they would have collided. But he turned mist just in time and simply glided right on through the two Ulaya.

Ryo.
...Ryo was his name.
The God's.
Simple name it was.
A name no one else alive knew but himself.
Names were powerful things - he didn't give his out easily.
It was in his nature to be so untrusting;
...so independent...

Soft paws brought the misty translucent body to a slow lope before the gallant beast stopped. Ears flickered backwards as Ryo raised his noble head in the other Ulaya's direction; his neck gracefully arched. So it seemed the God's peace would be short lived. Cold intense sapphire-indigo eyes narrowed as he walked stealthily towards the other two; still in his near-invisible form. Closer and closer he approached until he was only a foot away from beside them. The two wandering Ulaya suddenly stopped moving. Coldness spread through their limbs unexpetedly. Any bold streak in them had suddenly melted away as they began to look around wildly.

"Do you feel that?" one of them whispered, fear lacing his voice.

Beside him, Ryo stood, an icy glint in his eyes. He felt their fear; the natural reaction to his presence. This fear...he read like a book. Through it, he sifted through until he found their inner most fear - the kind that would paralyze them and drive them into insanity. In otherwords, he targeted their weakness. The God of Fear had little mercy for anyone - weren't they ever taught to leave such a God alone? With ease, the God began to conjure up the illusion that would be carried into their minds causing them to feel as if they were trapped in a nightmare they couldn't ever wake up from.

Then Ryo materialized beside the two Ulaya, causing them to give out a cry of alarm.
"Somethings in this world, are better left alone," he said quietly, before sending the illusion into their minds. The God didn't even bother watching them as they suffered; simply changing back into mist form, blending into the night, as he walked away.

Even as he did this though, the God felt as if someone had plunged an icy dagger into his heart.

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(( excuse the length..and if any descriptions
don't fit the Ulaya adult..my apologies >w<
i will also be gone from the 20th to the 29th
of august so. ))

A little tired of his family, Stygian decides to wander off. He didn't need to hear any more complaints about him 'being bad'. It wasn't 'bad'. It was fun. Fear... Fun... They are very much alike, you know.

He walks down the street until he's surrounded by tall buildings and dark alleys. Stygian notices he was approaching a park, with a couple kits playing there. "Hm... a wonderful opportunity," he thought. Looking around for things to help with his little scheme, he sees one of the dark alley ways behind the park, and another in front of it. "That should work wonders," he said under his breath. The only place to go from the park is into that dark alley, and thats where he was going to hide.

Stygian made his way to that alley, making sure no one saw him. He then sparked his power, and caused himself some wounds. He made himself look like he was dying. "This is sure to scare them!" Lying down low so no one would see him, he looked into the other alley way, his eyes turned a bright red, and produced a large bat using the shadow of the other alley. It approached the park from the front, and the kits had no where else to run but into the alley way. Stygian heard the kits scream and was filled with glee. He knew they were coming, so he got himself ready.

Then, when he saw them, he moaned. "Run kits, run! There is something further in the alley that attacked me. RUN!" That startled even more the already afraid kits. They ran back to the park, but met the shadow bat again. They huddled together in the middle of the park and screamed.

"What joy this is," Stygian said still laying there, now laughing his head off.

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Oddly enough, Stygian's parents were soon running to the park, looking for the source of the screams. They saw the kits and the shadow bat, and they automatically knew who it was. "STYGIAN!"

Stygian heard his name called with a familiar voice, and the God of Fear was instantly afraid. He quickly healed his wounds, and ran further into the dark alley way. Soon enough though, it was a dead end, and he knew that he would be facing his only fear.... His parents.