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Belladonna

The Lady in the Scuttling Void Female Helsyn Vargul Mindvoice: Italic #7c1b7d

Who ever wants to use the words 'seductress' on a vargul? But a sultry temptress she is, with all the coy mannerisms of that fly you can't quite kill that's always buzzing about your picnic. Not to say she's that particularly annoying. Oh no. She's that classic bad girl, doing those things you know are oh so wrong, but she makes them look so...fun. You start thinking that the lifestyle mommy and daddy warned you about was just a misnomer, that they were afraid of the unknown, afraid to embrace that feeling society dubs 'sick' and 'twisted'. Oh, this vargul will drag you down into the darkness with her, drown you in weird unholy pleasures, and you'll end up loving her for it, darling. You'll revel in the impenetrable cloak apathy affords for you. She croons at spiders, adores what's been disposed of in the trash, and will ask you to cherish the slugs in your garden as if they were your own children. In terms of varguls, she's actually very...pleasant. It's what she expects you to do that's otherwise unwelcome. She can hold decent conversations, though they do tend to get a bit lewd after the third minute. If she's feeling feisty, she'll start the conversation with [redacted]. All in all, the vargul doesn't realize she's on a PG-13 site, and doesn't quite care that there might be children around; better to get them while they're young and impressionable after all. And if you call her names or ridicule her for this behavior, what you say slides right off of her as water does an oiled surface. Why should she care what someone says, especially if they've never tried forsaking society and all its nasty, constricting, stuffy little rules? The cloak of apathy knows no penetration for insults and judgements. Her payments resemble a bad college party version of truth and dare. She wants to know what you would never dare to tell another, what you do when you think no one is looking...and then encourage you to do that when people are looking. Why should you care? She's almost like a bad habit personal trainer, bolstering your confidence like that. It's all just a matter of perspective with her, whether people get along with her or not. Her speech has a touch of a lisp, and is rather breathy, like she just took a flight of stairs too fast. The tone is grating and unpleasant, yet at the same time somehow husky and not all that harsh to listen to. And, actually, she tends to say very nice things to people, though to those unfamiliar with her in general might be a bit...weird to hear her being so intimate about their appearance. She is a huskier vargul, with ample curves about her shoulders and flanks. She's not attractive overall, or everyone's cup of tea, with cracks in her yellow teeth and a musky odor constantly lingering about her presence. Vermin seem to find solace in the mats of her fur, and you might not want to snuggle up with her if you have a fear of spiders...or at all. It's not recommended at all, really. Her pelt is a torpid mix of greenish hues, melding with one another without care about her body. There just a lazy gradient, starting dark around her spine and lightening down to a garish lime at her festering poison paws. Be mindful of those dew claws of hers, as the venom she packs is sneaky, never hurting or lingering beyond the initial contact. But soon, a scratch reddens a day later, and begins to turn a pale yellow two days after that, until it's blackening and your skin has become necrotic around the wound and painful to even look at. Of course she has an antidote, but that knowledge comes at a price, and you should know what that means...

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Wayne

the Mask and Mantle of Darkest Midnight Reveille Nocturne

Brooding and enigmatic, even in the waking world there's something mysterious about this lord. He doesn't say much (not that it's any surprise, given that he can only speak in the dreamscape, but even then he's gruff and speaks in monosyllables,) and he has a tendency to perch on high and glower at the world below with predatory golden eyes. He takes the waking form of a bat hawk, his feathers just as dark as his personality but for a splash of white across his throat. He's a slender bird, built for high speed and agility. A small crest adorns his head, but he doesn't flare it often. Indeed, in waking hours he is more or less inactive aside from the aforementioned glowering, choosing to observe the world from on high and not play much of a role in it. In fact, he borders on demure and even unremarkable. There is a burning intelligence to his gaze, yes, and he will occasionally deign to accompany Nick, but he acts as a silent, falconine shadow rather than an active companion. Usually, he's something of a lone wolf, and when he embarks on his nightly twilight hunt it is always alone. At night, however, he is anything but inactive. Even outside of the dreamscape he fancies himself a winged protector, patrolling the streets and doing his part to keep injustice at bay. His nocturnal flights often take him into the city, where he is always on the lookout for cat burglars and the criminals that move beneath Planet's starry skies. He has more than once swooped in just in time to prevent a burglary or foil some other nasty plot, and he does so with intelligence and skill. He takes no credit for his actions, but he seems to act out of a sense of duty born from a shady past which he will only speak of in reluctant hints. It should be no surprise, then, that heroism is a major part of the dreams he crafts. Superhuman feats of strength and speed abound in his dreams, but so do superpowers. He's all about giving the dreamer abilities that they don't have in the waking world. Nick might find herself gifted with the ability to fly and shoot lightning from her hands or any number of other things usually confined to the realm of comic books. Sometimes the dreams won't even have a particular storyline; the dreamers will just find themselves with fantastic abilities and get to exercise them as they see fit. More often, though, they'll be fighting crime and catching bad guys like true superheroes do. They'll always have a sidekick, too, in the form of this Reveille. His dream form is much closer in size to a large eagle. While his head and back retain their inky coloration, his chest and the underside of his wings are more of an ashy gray, and the marking on his neck takes on sharper edges and is a deep midnight blue instead of white. While he has no problem with crafting dreams for Nick alone, this Reveille also seems to have a fondness for drawing other people into the dreamscape, creating an elite team of superheroes. They all get their own powers, of course... though Nick might notice that she tends to be the most overpowered of the bunch. Perhaps he has a soft spot for her under that gruff exterior after all. It's when he's gathered up a handful of dreamers that this Reveille's dreams get kicked up a notch: bigger bad guys, higher stakes, more thrilling adventures, that sort of thing. The details are sparing, and he has a fondness for dark and gritty, but as with all Reveille there is a richness of sensation to his dreams that is nigh-unmatched. Dreamvoice - bold #262951

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Erika

The We're Gonna Need Peace, Love, and Helluva Lotta Flower Power Ksanare Epolos Ksanare are known to be loving, motherly types and this girl is no exception. She’s a true flower child from a displaced cultural revolution. Though she might never have even heard the word ‘hippie’, the moniker fits her to a tee. She believes in peace, love and most of all flower power. Like all Ksanare she’s adverse to physical fighting, but a protest? Tell her when and where and she’ll be there, picket sign in tow. Of course, she doesn’t believe in protesting just for the sake of protesting. She’s an Epolos of principle, and for those principles she’ll gladly stand and fight. Well… paint a sign and try to educate the rest of the Weryd. Her main causes? The end of conflict (which might be difficult due to the fact that Wyvens, Varguls and Panthera inhabit the Weryd), respect for the environment, and basic human and shiny rights for all. Well, that, and the legalization of a few of the more… interesting plants that grow in the Weryd. Despite being something of an activist, most of the time, this girl is pretty laid back. She loves to fuss and mother over others, and can be perfectly agreeable when one does not bring up her causes. When one does… well, there’s nothing explicitly wrong with her causes (though she might swing far too socially liberal for some people’s tastes), nor anything wrong with being passionate about something. It’s just that she tends to get a little, shall we say, preachy at times. And no one likes being preached at. While she might huff and puff over Nick’s reluctance to join her at her latest rally or hear her defend Ooglah rights, at the end of the day she’ll still be a cheery, loving girl who’s always willing to share her ‘special’ brownies. Despite her strong passions, and expansive personality, this girl is positively petite. Her front half resembles that of a Terran Caracal while her rear that of a Spanish breed. Overall, this gives her a lithe and graceful appearance—which doesn’t stray too far from the truth. Her fur is a warm caramel. On her belly and muzzle this lightens to a faded cream. Her markings are very minimalistic and limited to her face. On her forehead, there are three parallel burgundy lines. Her eyes are also outlined in dark burgundy, giving her the appearance of wearing eyeliner. Usually, she can be seen with a flower tucked behind one ear—always fresh of course. Her speak itself is nothing unusual, though she does occasionally include some far out slang into the mix. Mindvoice: Bold #E53C8f

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Red

Ask ‘em My Questions And Get Some Answers Shushakra Formally: Beowulf

Rough and tough and ready to ruuuumble! Brave is an understatement when it comes to this little lord. Perhaps adding rash and brazen would better round out his description. This Shushakra is always ready to prove his worth and his honor and is definitely not afraid to take on a fight. In fact, he has a penchant for starting them. He finds fighting enjoyable, he never really does so out of anger, more for the fun of it. The only thing this lord likes better then fighting is winning. After all, why bother starting a scuffle if you can’t win it? He views himself as the greatest warrior to have ever been born and wants nothing more then to prove it to the world with his boisterous bragging and occasionally baiting. There are times when a fight is lost, however, though such a thing never gets this lord down. When telling the tale he will always spin it to make it seem as if he ‘let’ the other win so that they could retain their honor. Or that he didn’t wish to fight someone ‘unworthy’ and so he let them win to end the battle. A fierce and bold orange in shade, this lord is a bit smaller then his Shushakra brother. Still muscular, he has a little bit of a leanness to him that helps him not only be powerful but he slightly quicker then most Shushakra as well. Being able to move swiftly does help as an advantage in some fights. His markings are near tiger-like, though more lighting bolt shaped as they strike across his back and down his legs, their coloring a deeper, almost flaming, orange in contrast to his lighter orange base coat.

Mind Voice: [b][color=#653d14][u]

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Tucker

Every Man’s A King And Every King’s A Clown Male Valielai Formally: Maid Marion

A trickster is one way to describe this rather eccentric colt. This Valielai has a flare for the overly dramatic, (and by overly I mean, well…he’s set the bar for ‘over the top’ when it comes to bad acting.) Costumes, improve, theater, skits, and of course the occasional street con are what this colt considers a good time. His best acting comes when he IS trying to con someone into doing something for, or giving something to, him. Still, he has fun with it, finding any excuse to dress up in costume. He seems to mostly enjoy playing female characters though perhaps that has something to do with his slight build and even more slightly girly coloring. His coat is a beautiful shade of near pink-red with occasional golden blond highlights throughout. With how slender he is built and his near feminine shades, it’s easy to mistake him for a filly. He doesn’t mind, however, finding it hilarious to run with it until the truth is ultimately figured out. It wouldn’t even be surprising for him to try and hold a chase or switch places with an actual female Valielai just for the punch line at the end, (he LOVES the looks on the others’ faces when they find out that they were chasing a boy all along.) Fun loving and overly energetic, you can almost always find this boy speaking with a very bad version of a random accent, sometimes even blending a few together for kicks. Hey, he might not be on Broadway…yet…but that never stopped all of those other people who don’t even know what Broadway is!

Mind Voice: [I][color=#ddcf05]

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Cato

Why Is Everybody Singing? Male Ch'tisaeri

Formally: Little John

Practicality. That’s what this little ball of sour dough pines for. Practical thinking. Practical actions. Anything else is just a waste of time and far more then silly…and not in the ‘haha’ sort of way. This small colt dislikes nonsense. He abhors tomfoolery. He isn’t necessarily as bitter and angry as others in his rank though he is always the first one to point out the flaws in anyone’s plan. He will also often point out the obvious, and usually in a way that suggests no one will listen to him anyway. Still, he just can’t help himself but to address the possible negative outcomes of a situations. Still, he seems himself more as a voice of reason. After all, you can’t just jump into something without weighting both the good and the bad, right? Personally, he prefers piece, quiet, and to not have to deal with nonsense. Still, he can’t help himself. When he sees someone that need an, ‘I told you so,’ or a, ‘This won’t end well,’ he has to speak up. It’s his duty as one who can see the dark side of things to help keep balance and help prevent bad decisions, even if he goes unheard. This little guy’s colors are fairly unimpressive. A near mud brown colors most of his fur with the smallest gradient into stone grey around his hooves and nose. He is small but sturdy, a typical specimen of his rank. His muscles make him a bit stout though he doesn’t appear overly bulky. He’s actually quite proportional for his minute stature. He only ever seems to grumble about his coloring and his shortness when others don’t listen to him, blaming it on his appearance. If he were only taller. If he were only more eye catching. Maybe then they’d listen. Maybe then they’d remember…

Mind Voice: [color=#0a1880]

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Martin

The Break my Heart as if it Were a Stallion Bomanta Kelpie

No one ever said love was easy or simple or pure.  And if they did, well, they were probably this guy...before something went horribly wrong in his love life.  He's somewhat of a wild fellow, enjoying life to the fullest.  He'd be the shiny to suggest going out on an adventure simply because it provides a challenge for his Bonded.  You should, every day, grasp the bull by the horns and seek to accomplish something wonderful and new.  'Cept that sort of life doesn't lead well down the path of family values, at least, not for some mares.  His lifestyle is the exact opposite of stability, meandering down neglected pathways just to see what fantastical malady could be awaiting you.  He sees wonder in raindrops falling on the surface of a lake, and is humored by people simply living to the point that it often times frustrates others if they don't 'get it'.  He's a romantic at heart, wanting to be there for someone else, and have them be there for him through tough and thin times.  He wants to make someone smile, and he believes that in order to do that you have to live free.  But here he sits today, somewhat embittered to the whole 'love' scene, and even more free than before in that sense. Personality wise, he's a calm sort of soul, sometimes mistaken to be dumb with his slow and articulate responses.  But this only means he lives in the world crafted within his mind, careful of what words he chooses as each one carries so much brevity in such few syllables.  He's quick to defend his Bonded, and quick to help her without an expectation on her part because they're bonded, not soul mates or lovers.  That degree of devotion is on another realm for him, and remember?  He totally thinks love is for suckers, and could quote a whole plethora of instances where it didn't work out for either him or a buddy of his or some guy he knew.  In fact, it's one of the only cases where he'll get visibly agitated and riled: love stories.  So it's safe to keep him away from the Weyrd during any Lover's Lane festivals happening in Isnit.  Granted, if he finds a nice gal who is affected by wanderlust in the same manner and fashion he is, well, maybe his tune will change.  But for now it's a forsaken and forlorn melody. He certainly is small and flighty, more prone to spurts of running and a few quick kicks of distraction, rather than prolonged marathons and feats of physical strength.  His gait and posture are usually relaxed, tending to be that guy you have to slow up for because he pauses to investigate so many things.  So many things.  He's barely above the size required to not be a pony.  He's happier splashing through streams of water, or just laying languid in a warm pool.  He's apt to irritate many other kelpie by wandering through their territory, time and time again, no matter how many times they've run him off.  His diet also strays more toward grains and grasses, rather than small living creatures.  His rubbery coat is grey and brown, dappled interchangeably, as if ash has been scattered across his tan back and rump.  The weeds composing his mane and tail are a rustic color, and often catch more flora as he meanders about.  His mindvoice is a sweet melody most of the times, unless you've broken his heart or highly irritated him, in which case it drops closer to a baritone, like a stormy ocean rocked by life's persistent winds of change.

Mindvoice: [color=#5e80cc][b]Bold #5e80cc[/b][/color]

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Silas

The How Could Anyone Not Love Your Cold, Black Heart? Male Pumal Panthera

Meet me at the barricade… Oh, young love. Is there anything so beautiful and heartwarming? Well… maybe when not it’s a pair of sociopathic Panthera…. A long, long time ago this boy was just your average roaming death-kitty, just as solitary and violent as any of his kind. Then, one day as if the PIF itself had guided them, he met someone. Another Panthera, a Pumal after his own heart. While love sometimes has the ability to edify it’s captives, and make them into better people, this… did not happen. The two dazzled by each other and went about their way, hunting attacking and doing whatever it is that make Panthera just so dangerous. Then… something happened. The two got separated, or were forced to be separated by some greater power (when retelling the story this boy will never be quite specific on what exactly happened; only that it was terrible). And then… life went on. This Pumal continued his hunting and violence, heart always mourning his lost lover. Years later, he’d meet him again. His lover had moved on, bonded, became a ‘house-cat’ as it were. Needless to say, this sparked a flame of rage in this boy’s belly that continues to burn to this day. When encountering a problem, he won’t hesitate to use violence. Don’t think of him as a budding serial killer (unless you have rather radical views on non-sentient animals), but more of a spatially displaced English football hooligan. He loves a good fight, or even a bad fight that gets his blood rushing. Despite bonding (a feeble attempt to understand what happened to his ex-love, he’ll claim), he’s a rather anti-social fellow. He needs a lot of space to roam around in, and might go months without checking in with his bond. If Nick is up for a hunt, he’ll probably turn up though. Especially if it looks like it’ll prove to be a challenge. Initially, this seems to be the only way he’s interested in bonding with Nick. However, if pressed for details, he will reveal more about his story—piece by piece. Eventually, he might reveal (or at least admit to himself) that he’s main goal in life is to win back his lost love. After all, how could he just allow him to be diminished like that? At the moment, however, he has no solid plans on how he wants to do that. Yet. While not elderly, this boy is moving past the prime of his life. If he were humanoid, his hair’d be greying and fine wrinkles would just be appearing in the corners of his eyes. Don’t mistake his advancing age for any indication of weakness, though. Rippling muscles are clearly visible underneath his fur and skin, and he is just a graceful and lithe as he was when he was young and in-love. His fur is a dingy purple. The fur around his muzzle is just beginning to go grey. If one were to ruffle through his fur, you’d find the remains of various old battle scars crisscrossing over his skin. The only one immediately noticeable is a small one, which cuts diagonally across his top right eye. His frill is similarly battle-scared and parts of it have even been torn and ripped. In color, it is a vibrant purple with darker purple ribbing. Cutting across his frill swirling patterns are red-violet streaks. When he speaks (a rare event if he’s not telling a story), he rarely uses pronouns and names, instead focusing on verbs and direct objects, assuming that the listener knows who or what he’s talking about. Mindvoice: Bold #520400

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Pachira

The I Think I'd Rather Misbehave, My Way Ferhach Kelpie

We’re simply bad. Simply bad…

This girl, if nothing, else is your classic vamp. Self-styled after golden age movie actresses and the type of women to appear in noir films, you could find her picture in the dictionary next to smooth. In fact, nothing seems to ruffle her feathers. Don’t mistake this girl for lacking typical Ferhach aggression; she can be plenty aggressive if she wants. She just tends to be more of a femme fatal rather than a raging hormonal bitch. How much of her vamping is an act could be debatable. Good luck trying to catch her breaking character, however, which seems to point to it being a natural character quirk, but… at times she can lay it on a little thick, you know? It’s difficult to tell if she’s being serious about anything, when she’s being… well super serious about everything. She does seem to be unusually good natured for a Ferhach, however. So that’s a plus. As long as you stay on her good side, that is. While getting on her bad side won’t trigger any visible irritation, she can be deadly as any kelpie when properly angered. Should someone get in her black book, she’ll take whatever steps necessary to completely destroy their lives. All without a feather out of place. It does take a lot to get into her bad books though. Usually, she saunters around, batting her eyelashes at people and giving them cutsy nicknames (like sweetie or doll baby). Nick might be the only one to quell her tranquil rage, however. Oh sure, she won’t be able to persuade her not to be angry, but she'll be able to persuade this mare that maybe completely ruining that guy at the market place's life for cutting in line. Standing around fifteen hands tall, this girl is on the smaller side for her rank—however don’t make the mistake of thinking her a small girl. Her chest is broad and deep, and her neck thick, yet gracefully curved. Her head is broad yet tappers down eloquently to her muzzle, while her ears are on the small side. Her eyes are large and dark luminous purple. Her skin is a pale creamy color. Her markings are peach. In addition to stockings on her back legs, she has a thin blaze on her head, which starts on her forehead and continues halfway down her head. While her mane and tail are long, even for a Kelpie and frequently drags upon the ground, she takes great pains in keeping it neat and styled (a task Nick and her thumbs might soon be recruited for). Generally, she opts out of putting any decorations in her hair, the only exception being if she is able to find a suitable flower for the day. Not just any flower will do, however. They must be perfect—no bruising or rips. Usually she prefers flowers from the lily family, and will spend hours making sure it’s perfectly adjusted. While not strictly a ‘mane decoration’ she has had her glowing eyes on a feathered boa for a while now (another task Nick can expect to be recruited for). Mind voice: Italics #6b38be

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Butterscotch

the Perpetual Last-minute Shopper Female Whut Ooglah Whut don't know much about the world, but this little lady knows one thing for certain: winter is coming. And what does that mean, exactly? Well, that means that the holidays are coming, and that means that she has to get gifts for everyone. It doesn't matter if it's the middle of the summer; there are still presents that need to be bought! Now! Before the best sales are over and they're all sold out of that lovely... whatever that thing is, she doesn't care, she needs it! For you! The problem is that Ooglah don't often have monies, so most of the time this girl is looking for deeply discounted items. Like that random bit of wood on the side of the street. She doesn't really know the difference between a store and a recycling bin, after all, and she'll run around in dazed and confused merriment taking milk cartons and broken baubles that've been thrown out on the street. She might even steal something on occasion; she doesn't mean to, of course... she's just very, very confused. She tends to hoard things until the holidays, hiding them under newspapers or scraps of wrapping paper that she collects. Mind you, she doesn't have the greatest sense of time, so 'the holidays' could be 'in an hour' or 'in the middle of July;' pretty much whenever one of the neurons fires in her sluggish brain. She's a generous little Whut, that's for sure, and a real sweetheart underneath the haze of confusion and vacant expressions, and for a few hours after she's unloaded her collected 'gifts' onto her bonded she becomes a downright sleepy cuddlebug... Oh, and a hungry one. Share your cookies, please? She certainly lives up to her species' name where appearance is concerned. Though you'd think all that running around looking for a bargain would trim some of her fat, it hasn't, and she's a rotund ball of soft fur and stubby legs that are always working overtime. Her squashed little face and empty stare don't do her any favors, either, but it's really the colors that do it. Her head, legs, and butt are all a shade of pale yellow, while her midsection is a pine green marked with evenly-spaced stripes of crimson and brighter red flecks, so that it almost looks like she's wearing an ugly Christmas sweater all the time. Her vocalizations tend to air on the side of 'huuuh?' and '???' all while she's pushing badly-wrapped gifts at you with her paws or rooting through the trash looking for more presents.

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Otto

The Statistically Speaking, We’re All Going to Die Male Caprix Umbra Mindvoice: italicized CD6839 Just like his brothers and sisters, this umbran is rather crude and careless with his grammar – though he is concise and clear enough as to still be understood easily enough. His expertise lies in a very different area: numbers. Whether it stems from an innate ability or book learning or another source entirely, this Caprix is quite the little math whiz. And he enjoys it too – he’d be quite happy to do your taxes or your math homework for you. He’s more intelligent than most and enjoys solving puzzles or like activities that put his skills to the test. He seems to have a specialty for one area of mathematics more than any other. This boy has a vargul-like tendency to have the knowledge of and announce aloud very specific facts and figures. Almost all of these facts involve statistics. One out of every five people involved in a barghest bonding ends up severely injured. You are 6% more likely to get hounded by persistent merchants on Needle Street if you wear a white shirt. He seems to have helpful (or sometimes not so helpful) information for every situation his Bonded might find himself in. Like his math skills, it’s not clear if he gets this information from the many books he reads or by other means, but if they check one will find that the facts tend to be very accurate. He doesn’t recite the fact just for the sake of it though; he sees it as his duty to protect his Bonded and other friends or family from dangerous situations, and does this by explaining with quantifiable data how dangerous these things really are. He gets quite agitated about it, actually, and if he had his way he and his Bonded would stay safely at home all the time and never take any unnecessary risks. As a result, he’s extremely adverse to adventure and tends to become uneasy or frightened in situations that may not seem hazardous to anyone else (though he will be quick to exclaim that it is, and exactly why). He can be persuaded to accompany his Bonded on some outings or adventures, and even when agitated and jumpy he can be a good one to have around. Who knows when one of his many facts or figures may come in handy? He is a little on the scrawny side, but still appears healthy with his sleek black fur and bright dark eyes. He wears the tan and black striped face of a Barbados Blackbelly lamb, and while the mask is not particularly rich in detail it is still beautifully done, painted in a simplistic but charming style. The main palette of his nighttime coat is like a bolder reflection of the mask’s coloration. He is a warm and soothing presence at night, his fur decorated with luminous orange-brown-tan swirls in circular patterns and dark brown spots, perhaps reminding one of a peanut butter and chocolate treat. If someone were to watch him romp about under the starlight, they might even spot fleeting streaks of a striking robins-egg blue against the more muted background.

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Verano

The Crags Filled with Sun-Soaked Water Male Skydragon Holideer Mindvoice: #cb4530

The embodiment of the lazy, yet pleasant days of summer where you just decide to drop everything and go to the beach, this holideer doesn't have a single bad bone in his body. He's possessed by the idea of discovery, of exploring the new and grabbing the bull by the horns in order to ask it if its having a good time. He'll always endorse going on a new venture, unless it's cold out. He's all for going on picnics or answering that ad to explore newly-found-once-lost ruins of old, unless there's even a dusting of snow on the ground. He will help people before they realize they were about to ask for help, and be there as an emotional support when needed, even if it means trudging through a blizzard to get to you. He puts the needs of others before him, which can get him in trouble, certainly, but he'd like to say he'd rather that trait over a few others. He'll never tease people, though he can go along with a few jabs and rolls here and there. There is a constant laugh and smile to his voice, and he'd be the first to step in when teasing crosses into areas of torment. In the face of atrocity and danger, he's one of the first lines of defense, using ingenuity to maybe, perhaps, use powers of persuasion rather than the last resort of RAM YER ANTLERS INTO IT.

When the long days are done, and the adventuring is drawing to a close, it's always best to remember that by taking care of yourself you're helping people down the line. So he'll encourage the hardest of workers to pull up outside and watch the stars for just half an hour, or maybe when it gets too cold out, to build a cozy fire and reminisce about warmer days to come in front of it. He's affectionate, wearing down shy boundaries with his soft and pressing voice, and best of all he's genuine. His sincerity isn't lacking or for his own personal gain. No, when he needs me time, he politely excuses himself and goes for a little walk, usually at low tide when the best critters are emerging from those beautiful, teeming tidal pools...

His pelt is warmly colored, a nice reddish gold as a base, with spots of white flaring out over the entirety of his back. His belly and chest are also white, and this whiteness spreads up to cover almost the entirety of his body during the winter months. While he's certainly drab during the colder season, during the summer his coat sheds and beyond the reddish-gold there's lurid blues and greens and oranges that swath about his back and hind legs. While he doesn't have a tail, his front hooves are actually claws, and up along his neck are barbs that only really do damage if he's body slamming into something. The claws come in handy more for utility reasons even, like peering over edges or having a firmer grasp on terrain. Behind his ears are wide, expansive antlers, the color of deep burgundy, which shine as if they are constantly wet. His eyes are teal, with rings of purple about the edges.

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Waffles

 the All Right Chums, Let's Do This Male Arkansonney Suina formerly the Foolish Sus

inspired by: LEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEENKINS

  This little Sus has been called many things in his short life--all sorts of terms ranging the gamut from "excitable" to "silly" to "well-meaning" to "obnoxious" to "delusional", and to be quite fair, none of those words are wrong. This little male is a giddy little beast, full of exuberance and energy; he's often found running from one thing to the next like a hummingbird that's just been presented with a botanical garden's worth of delights. The world is a wide, extraordinary place, and he wants to sample a little bit of everything, especially if everything promises to be food. He's a few shades short of a glutton, and will often indulge in anything he can wrap his mouth around until he absolutely can't fit another bite--and his mouth is much bigger than his tiny porcine stomach. He's an explorer's best friend waiting to happen, so willing is he to go charging into the dark, and likely into a situation that's much bigger than a tiny Sus can really deal with. But no worries! His bondmate can be assured that he'll have a wonderful tale to regale them with that puts him in the hero's shoes at all times, even if said bondmate were the one busy doing the heroism while he was hiding under the nearest piece of cover. Any attempts to fight him or correct him will likely be met with a piggy war cry as he goes charging off into the next thing; life's too short to spend time arguing over details! This little Sus has a fondness for big, flashy items and over-complicated contraptions with lots of bells and whistles and spinny-bits, and will often be found dragging them home for his bondmate to admire; if one were to try to use these things, though, well, most of the time they'll go flying to pieces or crumple up like expensive metallic paper, but hey, it looked cool! His one true weakness, however, is chicken and chicken based products; this little Sus will tear your arm off for a nugget or a drumstick, and could even be persuaded to sit down and shut up if sufficiently bribed with poultry. His mental pictures look quite a bit like a child's drawings; bright and full of color and sort of blotchily suggestive as to what it's supposed to be picturing, unless it's chicken. He can project chicken in high definition. This Arkansonney kind of looks like a child attempted to draw a knight and lost interest about halfway through--gold rings the tops of his legs and his neck, but then rest of his body and limbs are a wild mishmash of purples, reds, blues, and lighter gold. His face is a mottle of gray, and he has more than a few peculiarly long hairs on his snout and chin--as if he were trying to grow a sweet 'stache and beard combo. If one were to flip him over, they'd find a big pink splotch in the shape of a heart covering his belly, and he would also likely be very upset because where ground go? He wears a navy blue bandana around his neck with more than a few grease stains on it, and woe betide anyone who tries to take it from him. Arkansonney have tiny tusks in their mouth that hurt like a mother when applied.

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Drayden

the Songs of Blood, Thunder, and Honor Gullinbursti Suina

Formerly The Patient Sus

Inspired By Thrall

The Guillinbursti Lords are some of the most level-headed pigs, and this heavy boar follows the expectation fairly well. He has a very calm, even temperament; he's slow to anger and quick to forgive for everything but the most reprehensible actions. He seems to be a stoic beast, usually quiet and not much of one for playing around, but there's a fierce companion lurking under his immediate calm. He'll go to the ends of the earth for his bondmate and their happiness; no mountain is too great to climb, no river to wide to ford, and no social function too obnoxious to bear. He would even tolerate pink ribbons being woven into his mane if that's what his bondmate needed. Anything his bondmate asks, he'll do; anything they require, he'll do his best to provide. He is most concerned with their safety; they're the gunpowder that speeds up the burn on his usually impressive fuse, and once he gets started, most opponents put up the same resistance cardboard boxes do against a steamroller. He isn't particularly open with his affections, but he does feel a deep, abiding love for his bonded; if anything, his mannerisms are more like a patient father guiding their offspring through life's treacherous moors. He'll be there to shake his head at his bond's failures and silly moments, but he'll also be there to lend an air of calm, confident pride when they overcome their weaknesses and rake in their triumphs. For all of his quiet, this boar has a stern, heavy way of putting together his mind pictures; he favors heavy, hard lines and flat colors. He has a tendency to leave his pictures on the rough side of the spectrum--lines won't be even and he doesn't always close his circles completely, but he's very good at getting his meaning across. Under his apparent pacifism lays a warrior's valiant heart; he has a tendency to bring solid weaponry home--axes with nicks on the blade and shields that've born more than a few blows. Things that have served their purpose and withstood adversity have something one can appreciate about them, after all. This Lord is as large as they come; his shaggy mane and bristly fur only add to the sheer bulk that nature has gifted him with. He has more than a few scars criss-crossing his black-colored hide, the monotony broken up with spatters of deep forest green and dark-shaded crimson. His mane is a fairly uniform jet black color when it's not busy glowing all through the night. He wears a necklace made of large, thick red beads, each bead about the size of an eight year old child's fist.

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Lyra

Crocodile tears and Spilled Milk Female Wisp Cheshire

Oh, dear. Get ready for a whole lot of stupid coming from pretty much every direction. This little female isn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but she's cute and affectionate for the most part. Sometimes. Most times though she's annoying, irritating and whining and or crying about something or other. She's not afraid of being scolded, she's not embarrassed about a mistake, she just cries about pretty much everything. It seems like every time things don't go perfectly the way she's planned them to, she cries. But, then again, sometimes she just cries and whines for no good reason. Upon first bonding you may try to understand why she's so upset, though as the days, months and years pass you should probably just give up. There's no way to stop it and the only way to avoid it is to go as far as you can as fast as you can once you see the warning signs. What are they you ask? Well, first there's the whisker quivering, then the tail lashing and then the watery, huge, puppy dog eyes. GOGOGOGO! Oh, and don't tell her where you're going, friend, 'cause her teleporting powers are as good as they come and she'll be on your back wailing faster than you can cry 'Whyyyyy meeee!?'. Honestly though when she isn't bawling about a chipped nail or the grain of salt she found on your kitchen tile or the shade of bark on that tree over there or the way that cloud reminds her of a squirrel she once saw that one time she can be quite the cutie. She's adorable and quite easily amused so that should keep you entertained. Toss her a ball of yarn or some tinfoil and she can run around for hours. If only she had a tail to chase she'd be set for life!

Quite small, even for a Wisp, she takes after the body shape and general form of a American Bobtail. Her markings are of the tabby kind with  a base of pink lace while cameo pink shades her body in places. Bright pink ashes her body in a stunning classic tabby pattern while along her paws and starring her chest is a wonderful pure white. Her eyes are somewhat unsettling to those around her as they are a rather bright, violent looking Imperial Red.

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Ardal

Perfect Time To Be Caught in a Bear Trap Sealg Barghest Well, the first thing to point out about this somewhat easily irritated male is probably that he doesn't trust you. Don't feel bad though, he doesn't trust anyone. That isn't to say he doesn't like you though, let's be clear. Being a part of the omega rank within a species does that to you man, you don't trust easily. You get stepped on, barked at and sometimes chased down even if you didn't do anything wrong. That's just how it is. With a lot of work and some srs trust building exercises he will come around to his bond, but that's just about it. Hell, there may be a time where he develops a serious case of separation anxiety though it's unlikely. He's more of a loner to be honest and he's fine with that. Should his bond come home with more Bargs he may be a little iffy, though being with ones kind v. being alone when you're a pack-type species? Being picked on while with others trumps and always will. He's got a real good sniffer which will help if you're looking for something. He only needs to smell something once to be able to identify it from nearly a mile away; Way more than that if he's got the wind blowing in his face. He's a kick ass hunter and he'll provide you with rabbits, wild hog, even a deer if he manages to find one small enough to take down alone so you'll never be hungry again. He will be a bit grumpy with others here and there, a snappy remark will leave him, especially when he feels uncomfortable or cornered. All in all with a little work he'll be your best friend, your look out, your scout and your hunter. But only you. No one else.

A rather slow and clumsy looking boy, this fellow follows the body type of a Neapolitan Mastiff with long heavy jowls, droopy eyes and an altogether not too bright look. Don't let that fool you though for there is a whole lot of intelligence hidden behind those Persimmon orbs. He is bulky and buff, though not all that tall, standing at 2'8 at the shoulder. Still those teeth of his, broken as they are now, can cause a whole lot of damage, baby. His coat is short and rough, the shade of Gainsboro with slightly darker Silver brindle slashes encompassing his entire body. There is a colour shift which he was not born with, it will come from having his back leg caught which shows off the jagged points where he was caught and released by his bond. There the fur grows in White

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Arya

the Courageous When Helping Others Female Baby's Breath Hummgriff

Intelligent with a capitol "I" is the easiest way to describe this brainy little shiny. She's really very gentle and sweet but has a tendency towards sitting quietly and just ...learning. She is fascinated with both her bondmate and other shinies, people, nature. Why do things happen the way they do? What makes that clock up there work? What is love? Any great questions of the world fascinate her even if she can't preisely fathom them to the degree she really wants to. She will probably be the first of her friends to learn a few common words, and you would swear that she has to know what they mean because she never seems to use them incorrectly. She's one smart little cookie and wants only to learn more. This unfortunately means that sometimes affection comes second to seeing how something ticks and satisfying her curiosity, but never doubt her love or protectiveness. She's a fierce ally, and more than willing to throw herself at the face of danger to buy her friends a few precious seconds to get to safety. Her feelings are just well-tempered and often muted, but they do exist. Despite her somewhat reserved nature, she's a gentle, loving little hummgriff who only wants what is best for her bondmate. And to learn more about that thing over there.

Colorwise she is almost pure white, and on the small side for even a hummgriff. The white is evened out with graceful arcs of pale grey dappling over her back and sides in a wide brushstroke pattern. She's happiest when curled up on an open book infront of a window, sipping from an Elderflower. Granted, she can't actually read the book but she does enjoy looking at the pictures. Honestly, if you will tell her a story she'll be even more obliged to sit quietly and listen, enthralled with the words even if she doesn't fully understand them.