Save me a spot! What did mhmmcolleenx0 have before water (she changed but you haven't crossed out water yet...thats why I'm asking lol)? If anything, I would be earth.
(Hmm, since I be having two characters, I am going to put the other one I made beforehand here as well, so people won't get confused.)
Name: Ringo Tori
Animal: Crow
Power: Stealth Master: Your power allows you to stealth your body only in order to find enemies, find food, and perform stealth attacks. You cannot be heard, seen, or carry a scent to any other but a Stealth Master from the enemy side. Your stealth can only be held for thirty minutes
Color: White, (Yes, there is an explanation for this. He was pondering over abnormalities animals can suffer from, as it was the assignment he chose for science. Seeing a crow from a window he wondered what could have been wrong with it. Then connecting it with the colour of his walls, he got a white crow. He even thought of an scientific way to explain it.)
Human History(On Earth): He's just the average graduating teenager. except he's a goddamn genius! His parents both unaware of thier childs gift treat him like a freak. They keep him homeschooled and kept in the same room. He isn't very aware of the outside world and dislikes nature, because of the fact that he has never gotten to see it.
Personality: Ringo is insanely intelligent and he has this morbid, silent aura surrounding him. Though he smile is heavenly, it is very rare to see him smile. He is unusually calm at the weirdest situations and has an odd sort of humour. (He once laughed at a sock rolling onto the ground). Everything inclduing meeting new people is new to him and so he acts wary and a little buit paranoid; even though he's really just taking in information about his surroundings. He has quite the ability to be serious and you'll hardly ever get him to think you're funny.
Other: Up for love. Even when he turned into a crow he still sports a jagged scar running horizontally across his neck. He leaves it unhidden and seems to be proud of it. If he trusts you he moight be willing to tell you what it came from.
Human History(On Earth): Average guy, normal life. Well, not really - he has two fathers (homosexuals) He is forever being harrassed by others calling him a faggot. The reason why he was thinking of black foxes is because he loved the way that snow foxes blended into their surruondings. He then imagined himself as a black fox, like the black sheep in a flock. The odd one out.
Personality: Strangely hates animals. Not because they are smelly or dirt, just because they don't know what its like to live in a place where both parents are males. To get the Beast power, to him, is ironic. Ballow is a very sullen person. With a consant scowl on his face. His smile would light up the world. He has a very sour outlook of the world and cringes away from fast movements. Being bullied in the past has made him physically stronger, but mentally weaker. If he is ever betrayed or lied to expect either revenge or at least a very bad sense of guilt because of the face that he will make.
thefireinmyisJC: Alright, spot saved! There is Earth and Light left.
Light_Devil: Looks good!
Alright people, once Fire gets her profile up and we get one more, we're good to go! Like I said, if you want to hurry it up, one of you can make another character
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
Appearance: Soft "golden red" fur, huge green eyes, and white paws.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Human History(On Earth): Is homeschooled. Her mother mostly teachs her how to grow plants in their garden and herbal remedies. Lives on a farm.
Personality: Loves every single animal on the planet. She is very passionate, quiet, and careful. She thinks everything through and doesn't want anyone to rush her. If she makes a mistake, she becomes very sullen and self-doubtful. Also, under stress she is a wreck and needs someone to calm her down. Of course, she loves gardening. She loves people despite her mother's strictness on her social activity. She became a fox because she was thinking about the fox found near the hen house on her farm which she stopped her mother from killing. She will naturally take up the position of peace maker.
Other: Up for Love.
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Human History(On Earth): Aura was a misread high school student attending famous Columbia Academy with a major in art. She grew up with a rich, ignorant family so she ran away from home and got a full scholarship to Columbia. Her dream was to be able to inspire people with her art.
Personality: Keeps to herself, thoughtful(pensive), acts tough, doesn’t like losing, likes challenges, and is usually calm and collected.
Other: Is a great swimmer.
You cannot dream yourself into a character; you must hammer and forge yourself into one.
The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.
Alright all, here we go! If you could all just post what you were doing before you fell asleep, the whole suddenly needing sleep thing, then waking up and your characters reaction to the environment. Once that is done, I will finish the note posted on the main post, and we will begin our journey!
Anti-Peta.
"In Vabbi , I was ambushed by six of them! They wielded blunt wooden sticks and were hissing at me about overdue fines... Bandits? Oh, no. These were library envoys."
My clay sculpture was beautiful. Actually, I think it could have been possibly beyond beautiful. It was a graceful female wolf, one you would find in fantasy novels. She had thick, gorgeous, amber-colored fur and green cat-like eyes. Her face was the most detailed, though. She had an inquisitive, contemplative look to her, one that had taken me weeks to make perfect. The wolf's body appeared lithe and had some graceful, deadly air to her. I was ecstatic, because after a month of working every day after school on my sculpture it was finally done.
"Grace, you doing homework?" my mom yelled up from her office downstairs, bringing me back into reality.
"Yeah Mom," I hollered back. I quickly covered up my sculpture with a cloth and stuffed it under my art table. I know some of my sculptures sometimes disturbed my Mom and she ended up throwing them out. I wouldn't ever let that happen to my latest creation, but she still attempted the murder.
As I was cleaning up a sudden flash of vertigo struck me, leaving me totally disoriented.
"You okay up there?" my Mom yelled upstairs to me. A small part of my mind heard her, but I was too dizzy to focus on anything. The last thing I saw before blacking out was my sculpture in my mind’s eye.
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Soft, wet grass was felt beneath me and a wind quickly assaulted my bare skin as I woke. Dim light caught my eyelids, forcing a quick awakening and making me get up to move over to a shady spot over by some trees.
I’m thirsty, I thought dimly. These were such instinctive thoughts I didn’t think twice about, but it should have surprised me. They were so simple, almost primal.
Still not having fully awaken, I lumbered toward a stream nearby and stooped over toward the water, leaning in to stick out my tongue.
This time I stopped short, in shock because of my easy actions and of what I saw.
I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I chanted to myself to make the image go away. But I knew I was lying to myself, because I felt the cool spray of the stream inches from my face and the picture of me in the water, distorted by its quick movements. I was my own beautiful creation, the female wolf I had sculpted and had put so much effort into.
I couldn’t smile at my beauty, though, because I was no longer human. I was something so far from it and I wasn’t home. Pine trees loomed over my large wolf form, encompassing me. It was all other-worldly, something from my fantasy novels. Something far from where my art room had been moments before.
Got YWS?
You judge others upon their actions, but you judge yourself by your intention.
Jacey shoved her journal under the bed covers. She glanced at the clock, and grimaced. One o' clock. And Jacey had school tomorrow... Oh, bad. Bad, bad, bad. Very bad.
Jacey sank back into her pillows. It wasn't necessarily her fault that she stayed up too late. After all, when writing, Jacey tended to lose track of time.
Jacey snorted. Tell that to her Latin teacher. Like he'd care.
Jacey curled up in a ball, huddling in her little patch of body heat. Come one, Jacey, she told herself. Go to sleep.
It didn't work. No matter how hard Jacey tried, if she stayed up past eleven, some strange quirk in her body wouldn't let her go to sleep easily. Jacey shifted her foot into a more comfortable position, hoping that would spur her brain into shutting down for the night.
Thump.
"Aw, Coon..." moaned Jacey. "Not now, please... I'm having enough trouble falling asleep without you pouncing on my feet..."
Cooney trotted up by Jacey's head, cocking his head at her in a 'What? You don't want to play?' kind of way. Jacey stared at him. He raised his paw slowly, judging her reaction. Jacey blinked. Cooney batted her head, then pranced backward, expecting Jacey's usual playful swat in return. Jacey groaned.
"Not tonight, Cooney... Please..."
Cooney meowed insistantly. Jacey ignored him. She closed her eyes and turned over.
Thump. Again. This time, Cooney had seen fit to jump on Jacey's head. Jacey sighed dramatically, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Okay, kitty," she said finally, lifting her covers so that Cooney could curl up by her side. "Come on... Bedtime."
Cooney trotted under the covers majestically. Jacey smiled, and curled up again. Cooney soon began his comforting, rumbling purr. Jacey smiled. Sleep was coming now. She could feel it.
"Thank you, Coon," murmured Jacey before sleep dragged her under.
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Jacey woke up slowly. She stretched, and jumped out of her bed.
Except there was no bed.
"... What the - ?" began Jacey, looking around her. She was in some kind of forest, but the trees were huge. And there seemed to be something wrong with Jacey's voice. She cleared it, then froze.
What came out was a sound Jacey heard often. Never from her through, but it was not unfamiliar. The sound of a cat trying to be rid of a hairball.
" H - Hello?" began Jacey nervously. She was speaking words, Jacey knew. But underneath those words was the sound of a plaintively mewing cat. Jacey looked down at her hands. Paws.
"Levi," Levi's mom called. "Are you going to bed yet? It's late."
"Yeah," she called and pulled the sheets of her bed down so she could scoot into them. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and scooted into the bed. She clutched the snow leopard stuffed animal she slept with every night. Levi stroked the small animals fake fur.
She wasn't even that tired. The computer called to her but she resisted the temptation to IM some of her friends that stayed up really late.
Suddenly her eyes closed. She tried to open them but they were glued shut. She was suddenly extremely tired. Levi yawned and drifted into a deep sleep.
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As she woke up she felt extremely uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and looked at the trees towering over her. She stood up shakily.
"What the?" She tried to say but it didn't come out right. "Where am I?" It sounded more like a roar or a meow.
She ran over to a river she saw and looked into her. What she saw was a face, with bright blue eyes and white, black spotted fur. "Oh my god!" She screamed. "I'm a freaking..." she screamed. "Snow leopard," she whispered.
I was lying in my bed. I listened carefully to all the sounds around me which mostly consisted of crickets chirping, the sheep baaing, and the cows mooing. The usual farm noises. Though, there was one sound I usually don’t hear at night. It was Mamma’s BB gun being taken down from its cabinet in the dining hall downstairs. I moved to my side to see what time it was. It was 9 o’clock. By that time, usually Mamma is asleep. She’s always been the person to go to sleep early and get up early. But this time, she was up.
I heard the screen door slowly open, making a soft creek. I quickly got out of my bed and went to my bedroom window. I was right; Mamma had her BB gun under her arm, staring straight at something. I had to bend my head a little to see what Mamma was obviously fixing to shoot.
A bony yet beautiful red fox was making its way towards the hen house.
Mamma’s gun seemed to point right at its chest.
I ran down the stairs, screaming for Mamma to stop. Animals are just like us. It obviously needed some food.
“Mamma, don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” I yelled, tearing open the screen door, sprinting over to the hen house.
The fox stopped dead in its tracks and its eyes glowed in the dark. Mamma yanked my hand away from her, making me give a little yelp. Mamma had strong hands. The fox ran off in the distance and I silently made a thank you to God.
“What the heck are you thinking?” Mamma nearly screamed back at me, “Caint you see that them foxes are gonna eat the hens? How many times do I have to tell you, child that those hens are our money?”
“I’m sorry Mamma. Its just that—” I started to say.
“No buts. Speaking of buts, you betta get your little behind up them stairs back to bed, ya hear?” She said, going over to the hen house to check up on our “money”.
I reluctantly walked back inside the house. Before I opened the screen door, I looked back around to see if the fox was still there. I could have sworn I saw its big green eyes sparkling in the distance.
When, I got to bed, a huge wave of sleepiness covered me and gripped me tight.
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When I awoke, I wasn’t in my bed. I was on the ground, lying in the soft grass. I looked around to see trees looming over me. I could smell things that I had never seen before. I looked at myself. I was a fox.
I stretched, looking at the clock. Eleven p.m. For a Friday, this was early. Way early. Homework was out the window until Sunday, and my characters kept calling me. I was pretty happy, too. I had just brought in a new character, a black panther named Leta. I turned my attention back to the computer screen, trying to get the words to flow again. Ugh, it wasn't working. My brain was total fuzz. I knew I shouldn't have spent so much time studying last night.
I shut down the computer and went upstairs to bed. Dad had gone to bed early; something about leaving for a flight to California the next day. Mom was in bed too, having spent the past week working late on a case. Not that I didn't mind my parents working so hard, it left me more uninterrupted time for my writing, but--
I yawn interrupted my thoughts. I'd skip brushing my teeth tonight. If I woke up any more, Leta would come back into my head and I'd have to go back to the computer.
I flopped into bed without even changing. I was so tired all of a sudden. By habit, the scene I had been working on played in my head like a movie. Leta pounced out of the underbrush, and--
Before long, sleep had found me.
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A soft rumble woke me up. Another followed as I stretched and got up. My jaws opened wide, and something touched my head. I turned around and saw a black, smooth-- tail. Barely visible spots covered my black body, my fur. Where the sun hit me, blue highlights could be seen.
I opened my mouth to yell but roared instead. The rumbling had been me!
Gaining more control over my voice, I managed to speak. "What's going on?"
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo
Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
I sat up in my chair pondering over the day. In the room next door the voices of television arrowed in through the gap under my door and gave me the starting of a headache.
Ignoring the sounds of laughter from my parents about a ridiculous slap-stick comedy show I returned my thoughts to the assignment I had chosen. Though I was only in Grade 12, I had completed two university courses.
An epiphany struck me and I etched down the ideas. The scratching of my pencil made little to no noise, but the insistent banging of one of my parents at my door shouted out, drowning the noise of the TV, "Stop making so much bloody noise. You freak!"
Then it stopped and I heard them thump away. I eyed the few words I had managed to write down. One of the university courses I was studying now was biology. The two words consisting of 19 letters was, "Animal Abnormalities."
I sat on my wheel chair and leant back. It creaked loudly and I sat back up straight hoping my parents wouldn't hear it. My hopes were in vain when they shouted through my door, "Be bloody quiet! We're trying to watch TV!"
I let out a breath of air and thanked the gods that they thought I was too much of a freak to beat. Staring blankly out the window, wondering how I would spend the rest of my life, something caught my eye.
A crow resting sitting right out my window on a dead tree. It's beady little eyes seem to be only looking at me and we met eye contact. Neither of us blinked. We sat their like that for a while locked in an ultimatum in which neither of us would budge.
Then the TV blared and startled, it flew off with a caw. Disappointed, I drew my gaze back in and got off my chair then very slowly got onto my bed.
I stared blankly at the ceiling wondering how nice it would to be a bird and be free and just not worry about life. The colour of the ceiling glared back at me reflecting the dim light of my lamp.
Something in my head clicked. The ceiling was white. A crow was black. If an animal had an abnormality, why not have a crow that was white? Ideas pored through my head. Flooding my senses and assaulting my mind.
One seemed to stick out. I plucked it form the stream of thought and mulled it over. The crow could've possibly been born like that. An abnormality could've occured during its conception. The punnett square of life throbbed into my head and I quickly did some mental calculations.
Yes, it would be possible! An image of white crow flashed over my eyes and suddenly something washed over me. My eyes tugged downwards and my body began to grow numb. Having a degree in medicine I made sure I had my airway clear and that I wouldn't swallow my own tongue. I knew what was happening.
For some reason of another I was blacking out. Then like a click of the finger and thumb blackness claimed me.
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Blinking, the first thing I noticed when I tried to rub muck from my eyes that I wasn't in my room. Or in my bed. Lush vegetation surrounded me and a sudden panic gripped at me, I made sure not to let it show on my face. Where was I?
Then looking at the hand I had reached to wipe my eyes, I realised that it wasn't a hand.
Feathers? Feathers on a wing.
Well, ebony feathers on a wing to be perfectly precise. I shook it experimentally. It reacted to my brainwaves and moved accordingly. Yep, this was definitely my used-to-be hand. I straightened both my arms and waved them.
I gained ground for a second, but then tumbled back. An amazing joy filled me up. I was free! Finally free! But something set in and my joy disappeared. I was a bird and I wasn't in my house.
Paranoia gripped my heart. Had someone transplanted my brain into a birds body? Though highly improbable it made more sense than what other options my stream of thoughts gave me. One of the others being, I was transformed into a bird to do something important. I quickly dismissed that as mere fantasy.
Tucking my wings back next to m sides, I bent my legs and waited.
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Ballow Linx
I stared at the computer screen and tried to ignore the creaking of bed springs through the flimsy walls. I scowled as I turned up some hard rock and kept my focus on the website search.
I skimmed it before clicking number 2 for another different page. Moaning drifted to my ears and once again I raised the volume. In the next room were my two Dads. They were always at it on the weekends.
I hated it in my room on the weekends. I hated the flimsy walls and I hated that because I had homosexual fathers that everyone assumed I was gay as well. People in my opinion were all the same.
They didn't care about anyone else but themselves. At least I knew I was like that and every human on this world was equal. Didn't that make them as selfish as me or at least as capable of selfishness like me?
My nose itched and I scratched it, accidentally turned the nob controlling the volume for speakers down. The moaning and creaking assaulted my ears. I quickly cranked the volume back up and felt bile rise in my throat.
A picture caught my attention, so I clicked on the link next to it. The title said, "Snow Foxes."
Interested, I read on, "Snow Foxes are creatures which hunt and live with their pack or family."
My heart basically squashed itself with that. Snow Foxes were family animals? What if every person was a snow fox? What did that make me? A smile so twisted that it half make me want to punch my reflection in the computer screen appeared on my face.
The answer was so clear that I resisted the temptation to laugh.
Of course if everyone were a pure white snow fox, I was black. The odd one out. As always. I tried to swipe the grin off my face. It didn't suit it. Smiling didn't suit someone who had bruises covering them head to toe.
Bruises suffered at the hands of people who hated gays. It seemed almost ironically amusing that they still bullied me even though they knew I wasn't a homosexual. They still kicked and punched me and verbally abused me even though I had kissed girls and had girlfriends.
They once told me that, "It's only a matter of time before you swing that way. You know? Like father like son, like me dad and mum always say."
The emphasis he had put on mum was hard to miss. I had stopped resisting then. I had stopped talking back. I became the mundane person who they beat just because they could they could, there was no reason for them to beat me anymore, but they did.
Everyday I'd come home covered in fresh bruises. My Dad's didn't think anything of it. Just boys being boys apparently. I ddn't have the heart to tell them it was their fault. Because it wasn't. It was everyone's fault.
The image of a black fox surrounded by millions of snow foxes intoxicated my mind. Slowly they descended upon it and fought it. It was torn and bloody, defeated in spirit, but its body endured.
Some of the snow foxes bit at its legs and it collapsed onto the snow, the pure whiteness now tainted with crimson. The muzzles of other snow foxes were painted red. I felt the pain of the black fox, even though it was all in my imagination.
Because that black fox was metaphorically speaking me.
Frowning, my body began to droop towards the keyboard and I tried to pull it back up, but I had lost the fine controls of my body.
My head thumped onto the keyboard and dizziness consumed me. A hammering headache throbbed at my temples and my eyes slammed shut. Suddenly a dark nothingness descended towards me and clutched me in its talons.
Then it took me and only blackness greeted me afterwards.
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I sat bolt up right, cringed behind a raised arm just in case some of my bullies had decided to take it one step further and abduct me. No one was there. The arm held out in front of me drew my attention.
It was a paw. A black paw which looked very much like the paw of a black fox. The irony of the situation made me smile. Here I was, the very thing I had thought I was, even though I hadn't been, but now was.
The complexity of that statement nearly made me laugh, though all that came out was a throaty growl. It occurred to me that I couldn't laugh in this form. So, I was now a black fox. The stupidness of that hit me.
It probably should've shocked me and scared me, but it all just seemed ironic. I was now the object of my thoughts and now I could get torn up for real!
Then something else struck me. I hadn't thought about it before, but I realised that I disliked animals. Truly, they had no idea how I felt. Even a black fox in the midst of snow foxes. It would just have been a physical abnormality, but I was just like everyone else.
I hated animals. They had two parents, one female and the other male. What made them so god damned special as to deserve both? I stared at my paw in hate and disgust.
Instead of feeling scared or shocked, I was feeling ironically amused mixed with a sense of self-hate. I plonked my fluffy tail out straight and sat. Surely someone would arrive with an explanation.
