Volutional

[ I'm a wee bit interested on what color pelt you got :) ]

No, I meant can you adapt on what you meant ;P

Can you ... adapt?

Notable Beasts of the Karakatuan Empire Notable beasts that reside in and on the Island of Karakatua. Found in a tome inside the library of Karakatua. Dunjael - The Gy'waka of Pride Dunjal Notable because of his uniqueness, being the first fully tamed and ridden Gy'waka of Anthos. Named by The Mane, Ri'Quorak, of Pride Dunjal, because of his notable appearance of grey and blue feathers. He is a rather large Gy'waka, but the largest is till yet to be seen. Ezra, the Priest's Nagei Ezra was entranced by the priestess Ja'Sahra using the abilities granted to her by Metztli. After she earned the trust of the snake, the two quickly grew to become close companions, and the Nagei would even follow commands by the Cheetrah. Her potent, paralytic venom came quite in handy often. Three foot Nagei. ( More to come, PM me if you want any additions made )

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___ _________________ _ Once, in Karakatua, there was peace in all minds. Maybe that was before the fires. Or before the torment that stretches through almost every mind, now. Flame follows in the wake of destruction, and comforts the mortals into a new way of living. But in Karakatua, this concept has been abolished. The Kharajyr rebel against the very fabric of nature, that after so much pain and anguish, one must revert. Instead, they stay the same. Instead of giving into the darkness, they resist it. And such is clear in the story to come. Ri'Quorak, once a fisherman, second an Aelkos of War, third an Aelkos of Culture and the old way, and now a puppet whom which is controlled by a being of absolute dominance to him. Himself. His anger was drawn separate to him by a rival. A constant reminding of how weak he was in comparison, and how hurt he had became over stupid things like words... He was pushed into a pit of chaos. The pit was fluent with anger, and so he drowned in it. Each night, there was no sleep. There was only a second half to the day. This half didn't belong to him, nor did he know what occurred in it. Only that it made him grow into a beast that prowls the forests, and slips eager and angry words into others ears. Xiunyg was born. It named itself, and pretended to all that it was Ri'Quorak. And whilst Ri'Quorak slept, Sa'Xiunyg harvested all the crops of power, fire and change that he could possibly sow. Quorak was broken, and even whispered his problems to Natayshi. She said to fight it, and that it should never be stronger than him, and is not. Quorak believed this to a certain extent; in that it could even be Metztli herself. But he reluctantly continued to endure it, hoping that it could simply go away, like a wound. But this wound was deep, and had been rooting itself for so long, he could not begin to bare it any longer. He struck it where he could, in all ways he could have. In the night he would bind himself, so that when the beast struck, it was trapped. He bathed in water to metaphorically quell the fires that Xiunyg created. But it fought back... and hard. Quorak had lost his tongue when he was only a Cub, in his trials. The Do' decided it would teach him that he should not open his mouth to speak such blatant truths to anybody, for he should always follow his Tlatlanni. Quorak secretly disagreed entirely, but this was his own opinion. For years, and years he lived without it. But he acquired a new one from Saviticus, the Spirit Druid. A wooden one was provided, which had so many connections, it worked like a new flesh tongue. But this tongue was harshly removed by Xiunyg when he fought back. During Quorak's sleep, it slammed it's hand into Quorak mouth and ripped hard upon the tongue, and ripped each connection out until Quorak lept out of his sleep and into a scream. This was not all... Quorak kept fighting it, dispelling the anger through bathes, meditation and even prayer. He truly believed that Metztli would save him from himself. He was wrong to believe such, as Xiunyg kept punishing Quorak. Cuts, scars and illness began to plague his body until he could only stay inside his own room in the palace, where nobody would ever go to find him. Quorak tried to avoid as much sleep as possible, staying up for two whole days in a row without proper food, water or sleep. Xiunyg's anger tripled, and quadrupled over that. And he struck again. This time, his eyes. Quorak has his eyes torn violently from him during his inevitable sleep. And he was purged of sight. Still not done. Xiunyg was nearly in full control, even if it meant tearing ever limb from Quorak, he would do so for just one attempt at FULL control of his body. Quorak had no idea how to fight this, it made him weaker and weaker. It overshadowed him like a curse a million times the size of his own soul. Metztli had even seemed to have forgotten him. No speech, no sight. Only sound. Quorak was truly cursed.

Nicknames: Cel, Thorn and Sea Druid Age: 1221. Due to Celthorn's age, it is apparent he has in fact met Malin himself. This is a consequence of being one of his many, many great grand children. Gender: Male Race: Wood Elf / High Elf blood. Status: Alive and well. Celthorn is currently training to become a Druid. Description Height: Celthorn is 6"1 Weight: Celthorn is of an average weight Body Type: Endomorph Eyes: Deep purple Hair: Originally platinum white. He dyes his hair regularly enough for it to appear fair brown, and sometimes auburn. Skin: Rough skin, however generally dark compared to other High Elves, and lighter than most Wood Elves. Markings/Tattoos: On his back, he bares a large tattoo of a trident-baring shark, which is riding a wave. This tattoo is set in a sense of prediction and prophecy, rather than humor or jest. Health: Celthorn is particularly healthy for his age and race. He is infertile. Not because of his race's curse, but because of a natural illness. He eats healthily, and regularly to suit his body. Personality: A very wise person, yet cheery until times of serious behavior is required. He is very protective over those who are weaker, and innocent. He believes that on the contrary that innocents are the best prize, they are the only side to fight for. Inventory: He carries a staff, shafted with wood and tipped with a steel crafted shark, with a trident in it's hand. He always has bread with him, and blissfoil (he is the founder of Blissfoil). Further Details: N/a Life Style Alignment: Lawful good Deity: The Aspects The main two being; Cerridwen and Cernunnos Religion: Druidic Traditions and customs; Laws and rules of the Grove, Nature and Aspects Alliance/Nation/Home Druidic Grove, Leumalin, Malinor Job/Class: Dedicant of the Druidic Order Title(s): Dedicant Profession(s): Swordsmanship (not used a sword in a long time) Marksmanship (not used a bow in a long time) Farming Reading, writing Special Skill(s): Good planter of seeds, crops and harvester of such. Flaw(s): Overly-wise. Not as open to knew ideas from people he considers less. Magic Current Status: Learning the ways of the Druids. Arch-type: Druidic Sub-Type: Undecided Rank: Dedicant Weakness(es): Sunshine can disrupt focus more than moonlight. Moonlight soothes him, so it's easier to focus. Strength(s): Can focus better in the rain, or by water. Psychological affect only. Current Spell(s): None Weaponry Staff Fighting Style: He can use his staff as a normal staff, but also as a quarterstaff. He is mainly non-combatant. Trained Weapon: Sword, bow and staff Favored Weapon: Staff Parents: Halthorn of Malinor, Aegis (Father) Siblings: None Children: Son, Kelthorn. Deceased. Extended Family: N/a Pet(s): He will have a pet shark in the future, hopefully. Artwork