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Name of Soquili: Erebus
Temper: Malignant

Entry


Is this an existing Legend or a new one you have invented? Invented. :3

Title of Legend: Shadow People

Legend Details:

"The doctor told me that the black figures I was seeing was only a hallucination; it is common for insomniacs like me to see these black figures out of the corner of my eye. Shadow people, he called them.

But he is wrong.

They're evil specters, I know it, evil spirits come back to trouble the living... to trouble me. They have a malicious, bloodthirsty look in the depths of their glowing yellow eyes, telling me they have no good intentions. I have only seen their eyes, though, for the elusive shadow people dissipate the second I glance in their direction.

The doctor doesn't know what he's talking about. I know they intend to hurt me..."

This was the last diary entry of the adolescent boy before his death. He was found in his bedroom the next morning, pale as the sheets he lay in, with a petrified look on his face. He was dead; he had been for hours. Further investigation showed that his cause of death was asphyxiation, though it was not forced, for no evidence of trauma were found around his neck.

It was as if he was attacked by a shadow, but of course, that is an absurd assumption... is it?

Comments: I tend to see these "shadow people" when I don't get enough sleep, for I am an insomniac as well, and I decided it would be fun to write about them and design a Soq on them. :3

Just a quick note on the cape, it should be black. I didn't want to color it in, because I felt that would be too much black on the screen. The ends should be tattered and it should be a bit more whispy-er, to more resemble shadows.

THIS IS MY MASTERPIECE twisted


Name of Soquili: Skah Talutah (Meaning White Blood in Sioux Native American)
Temper: Deranged

Entry


Is this an existing Legend or a new one you have invented? I made it up!

Title of Legend: White Raven's Murder

Legend Details: ((He is based not only on the White Raven, but also on her first victims))

To some the crow is a bringer of bad news, but the truth is that it's not the crow you have to worry about, oh no. It's the White Raven. She starts out slowly, prowling about at the earliest of day and watches from a distance. Often mistaken for a seagull, or pigeon, she usually looks really quite harmless, and she is... unless you catch her eye and she selects you.

You see, it all started out real nice and fuzzy, but it all went horribly, horribly wrong. Outcast from her own kind for being white, she grew lonely and set off in search of companionship of some sort, of any sort! Slowly she befriended a murder of crows, and they followed her wherever she went, knowing that she could find the best grub, becoming their leader of sorts. But this wasn't enough. She wanted more, she wanted someone more intelligent than those crows... and so she selected a little girl.

She would watch her from afar at first. And each day she would inch a little closer, and each day there would be one more crow in her stead that would not come near, but would sit and watch, almost as if they kept guard from afar. Eventually came a day where the little girl, long black hair tied up in ribbons playing outside by herself, noticed the white raven and waddled closer. The raven ruffled her feathers, but not long after took a single hop towards the girl. They stood there for several moments eyeing each other, one red eye staring into a pair of brown ones until the girl braved a move. Her pudgy little hand stretched it's five little fingers to touch the bird, to feel it's silky feathers, and that was fine... until the unthinkable happened. The girl grasped onto a handful of feathers... and tugged. And that was the end of it.

Thrown into a blind rage the White Raven screeched and threw herself at the girl, talons first. They caught hair and skin and tugged and tore all the same, wrapping several strands around the little girl's neck as she flew around her in circles, cawing angrily. How could she have been so stupid to think that a mere human could be kind and gentle?! She pumped that anger into every strike of her wings, slashing and cutting into the girl, making her scream out for her father and cry as she tried to grab onto the flailing bird once more. But by the time the father made it outside -though he came running- he didn't make it in time. He ran out screaming insults at the raven, waving his arms about trying to shoo it away, but the second he got into striking range the raven changed her target and attacked the father, lifting up and off of the now-corpse of his precious little girl. His fate was not dissimilar to his daughter's, and before long there were crows flocking in this yard, cawing and krawing at one another in an attempt to get a scrap of meat.

The White Raven became cold and heartless, more calculating than any other crow or raven, and to add, she developed a taste for blood. And for human flesh. But she is a bird of sentiment, of memory, and so with each kill, she takes a souvenir back to her growing roost and guards them with her life.

Her murder of crows will never grow hungry, as they still follow her about to this day, knowing that wherever she strayed she would find a suitable victim... and tonight's dinner.

So if you ever spot a white bird off in the distance, you better hope that it's not The White Raven. And if you start seeing more and more crows every day following the spotting of that white bird... you better say goodbye to all your loved ones, for she has no mercy. Mercy is for the weak, and for the dead.

Comments:
Like mentioned earlier, he is based on not only the White Raven, but also on her first victims, which were the little girl (long black hair, ribbons), and her father (whom happened to be wearing a shark-tooth necklace). She of course brings home MANY more trinkets but these two are the most significant both to her and the story.
His 'tears' represent the girl's tears, the marks on his neck represent the possible choking of the little girl, and the scratches prove to be a good contender for what might have killed her also.
The bloody tracks are pretty self explanatory, they would be EVERYWHERE after a feast like that!
And the White Raven is... well... the White Raven!

Anyway, hope you like! ^_^

Aaaand CLOSED 8'D <3 I'm gonna be off at a craft fair most of tomorrow, but judging shouldn't take too too long.

First Choice goes to Darkmoon Dancer, Second goes to Meeki

Your choice is to either have your legendary design brought to life by Mindsend, or the lovely -- if a bit hungry looking -- Kiri-Kalona, La Llorona by Ririka.



Darkmoon, please post your selection in the thread so Meeki will know which prize is hers. biggrin

OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!! -hyperventilates- 8DDD


I would like my Skah Talutah to come to life, please! <333
(but that girl is really lovely! 'Grats Meeki!)

Grats guys!

*just noticed i made it onto the list*

*is completely surprised* XD;

gratz winners O: