Sunset

Sunset used to be an angel her fur all soft and yellow and pink. Ever since shes had a taste for blood she likes to lay in her kills and watch their life drain out. Her fur now stained red although she tries to seem sane and smile like nothing is wrong, don't be fooled she still thirsts for her next kill.

Oh cool! :D

This is Katsute. He started out his life as a star. Unfortunately stars can do bad things. He made a whole galaxy explode so he was sent here for exile. The galaxy he destroyed still marked on his skin.

Scrape was once an innocent little Ryori, but then she began murdering Sylesties, and the bloodstains on her would never go away. She is always surrounded by a pink cloud, which should've been red but she's been trying desperately to make it lighter. And from her ears the ribbons of mourning hang every day...

((Posted it wrong the first time, this is Blush, belonging to Aliciahou! :3 ))



Baby Sylestis are the cutest, aren't they? Even when they do something naughty, we can't help but coo over their big eyes, their soft fur, and the adorable little sounds they make.

Never mind that their eyes bore into your soul, as though promising to one day, someday soon, devour it in its entirety. And it was only your imagination that the cute little Lunemara's seem to be leaving death threats in all of their chewed up leaves.

And those caustic acidic stains they leave behind while crawling around your stuff? You're starting to enjoy it. You never liked that pillowcase anyways, right? Of course not.

Yep, nothing but sweet, innocent adorable cuteness here. They whisper and play with their imaginary friends, and you're quite used to them by now, too. They only urge your little ones to play murder every so often. Perfectly normal and harmless.

Now to go hire that clown for their birthday party...

(Does it matter if I do this again?)


Lavender's Song

Morte , Morte , suona in aria ....
This Lighira.....he never wants to talk about his past........
Togliere il popolo che mai meritato ....
His past was filled with death and gloom, every where he turned.... one falling down after another into the after-life......and he was powerless to stop it...although he had the power.....
Anche se c' una speranza per la vita .....
E non sembra mai venire ....
He once was able to heal all, even bring a few back to life. He was a hero to everyone, no matter if it was the humans or the animals, all loved him......
Until the great war....
In the great war, everyone dropped dead like flies. And what did Lavender do? He stood there, watching the chaos. He wanted to help, he really did....But he couldn't.
After the war ended, he was no longer a hero, but instead he was a betrayer. No one knew why he never helped....but he never told them.
So, he ran away, far far away until he found a home where he could leave the past behind, and never have to go through something like that again.
But, every night, he starts to sing, singing in Italian. A song he calls.....
Lavanda di dolore
Morte , Morte suona in aria ....
Anche quando non c' nessuno l ....
Togliere persone che mai meritato .....

Perch deve esserci un potente idolo che fermato di botto quando vede quello che questa guerra pu fare ? ......

Voleva aiutare ..........
Aveva bisogno di aiutare .....
Ma non ha mai fatto ....
Ma era per una buona ragione ...

Gli umani ...
Gli umani hanno i miei poteri di distanza ...
Sono quasi morto quel giorno ...
Hanno preso la vita di tutti di distanza ....

Ed ora ho scappato ....

(I used google translate for the italian stuff, so if any of it's wrong, blame google, not me.
The translations:
Morte, Morte, sunona in aria....:
Death, Death, it rings in the air...

Togliere il popolo che mai meritato...:
Taking away the people whom never earned it....

Anche se c' una speranza per la vita .....
E non sembra mai venire ....:
Although there is a hope for life.....
It never seems to come....

Lavanda di dolore:
Lavender's Sorrow

Morte , Morte suona in aria ....
Anche quando non c' nessuno l ....
Togliere persone che mai meritato .....

Perch deve esserci un potente idolo che fermato di botto quando vede quello che questa guerra pu fare ? ......

Voleva aiutare ..........
Aveva bisogno di aiutare .....
Ma non ha mai fatto ....
Ma era per una buona ragione ...

Gli umani ...
Gli umani hanno i miei poteri di distanza ...
Sono quasi morto quel giorno ...
Hanno preso la vita di tutti di distanza ....

Ed ora ho scappato ....:
Death, Death it rings in the air....
Even when no one's there....
Taking away people whom never earned it.....

Why must there be a powerful idol who is stopped dead in his tracks when he sees what this war can do?......

He wanted to help..........
He needed to help.....
But he never did....
But it was for a good reason...

The humans...
The humans took my powers away...
I nearly died that day...
They took everyone's lives away....

And now I have ran away....)

I hope you like it! ^u^

Celsea


Once upon a time... Celsea traveled to The Great Meadow. Where every year, The Nephini would gather to find mates. Celsea wasn't nervous. She had beautiful pure white wings and lovely lavender eyes that could put anyone in a trance. As she passed over two great oak trees, the meadow came into sight. It was a lovely place filled with music and sunshine. Her gaze swept over the crowd , spotting an amazingly handsome Nephini. Raising her head, she strode over, parting her wings ever so slightly. The male Nephini turned to her. Celsea could tell that this was the one. The male shuffled over to reveal a dusty female, who trotted by his side, glaring at Celsea. She couldn't believe it. Her true love had already found a mate. She stood there in disbelief, looking up at the dusty female. The Nephini lashed her tail and whipped around, kicking grass at Celsea. Anger and hate built up inside , her hand reached down and clutched something sharp. She took a wobbly step forward, holding the rock tightly, and lunged at the female Nephini.

Celsea was the only slyesti to leave The Great Meadow that day. The blood stains have never washed out of her pure white skin.

(Skip me)

Wow.....that was.....hardcore....I love it.~-U-~

Belphobe is a bellringer. At least, she is most of the time. From time to time, she accepts jobs as an assassin--although she prefers the term 'private executioner--and has few stipulations about which offers she accepts. She kills with such efficiency that she's never been suspected, and returns to her day job nonchalantly, ignoring the blood (figuratively) on her hooves.

Fatale

Not everyone treks through Umbra Forest and makes it out, especially at night.

Fatale would seem the type to volunteer her time to help a lost traveler through the forest to Saerielle. After all, once the sun sets, the shadows stretch across the forest floor, and once the light dies down, you best hope you're close to your destination, that there's some sort of civilization lighting the way.

In the darkest parts of the forest, shadows mix with nature. The green trees get darker. You can't tell what's a shadow and what's a tree, much less the path you're supposed to follow.

Fatale finds you hopeless, as you bump against every tree and branch. You can't help it -- everything is dark and you can't see five feet in front of you. You can't even see the zolnixi guiding you. Her wings, black as the shadows themselves, hide her from plain sight. You try your best to follow her by following the faded green tip of her tail, the only part that stood out in the darkness. But after awhile, she seemed to blend in with the shadows, and your only guide was the sound of her footsteps on the ground.

As you keep walking through the forest in the dark, dead night, you notice your footsteps are the only ones making a sound. You stop in your tracks. You can't hear the zolnixi's steps.

"Fatale?"

No sign of her. No sound, no sight, nothing.

Would she do this on purpose? She couldn't. Maybe she's lost as well. Maybe she'll come back when she realizes you couldn't keep up.
It wouldn't be right for a guide to forget all about a traveler...
Right?