#SpacedragonstarsOCs

[spacedragonstar]

The places abandoned and strange are those of Nowhere. The desert stretching endlessly towards the horizon, uncharted and unknown, is no-man's-land and the winding, creeping forest is located nowhere at all. The mysterious lifes here in the grand and the small. Sometimes Nowhere just means Everywhere as whispers sound trough abandoned, lonely, hidden places.

There is a path trough the places of Nowhere, winding and treacherous and those who follow are among the lost. Foxes move trough the brush, the air wavering in their wake and great mirages that devour entire forests wander in the sand. Lights sparkle in the swamp, guiding flames to welcome the dead and iridescent wings hide teeth filled maws on the trees. Something white gallops trough a clearing, the graceful creature vanishing as quick as it came and a cat's laughter glides trough the trees on feathered wings.

There is a court, hidden by its king. It's people are the stags of impossible paleness, those whose illusions make the real seem wrong, the roamers and wanderers lost forever. It's general is a mighty beast of the free, white and dead-horned and it's scribe is midnight black raven feathered and thousand cat-tongued.

There is a king, great and terrible and strange. Their shape is ever shifting, man and girl and impossible thing. Their head is crowned in feather fur and antlers, their feet hooves and claws and wings. But always their eyes glimmer with gold and the forgotten call them theirs.

[spacedragonstar]

Propaganda time for Mina:

I drew her with all her friends

She lives in a post-apocalyptic world that is now ruled by a creature that is essentially the god of extinction.

Which she managed, along with her friends, to piss off. She stubbornly refuses to see the world from Extinctions POV and indulge in the power she ended up with due to the endtimes.

Also, she is the one who mostly communicates with others particularly humans. This is partially because she can both understand them and talk back and partially because she is the least terrifying member of the group. As if she can't give you nightmares about things you never wanted to know.

It's also worth mentioning that her fur is very soft and would be an excellent petting experience.

ROUND 1 POLL 23

Mina (@spacedragonstar) vs Zoe (@flishthedragon)

Mina

She/Her

A former housecat in the same post-apcalyptic world as Darkfur. Incredible fluffy, but with sharp claws. She is possesed by a sort-of eldritch horror, which allows her to understand most languages and see things that others don't. She does risk madness with this however and has to deal with the pressure of hearing and understanding the howls of the god that rules the ruined world. Stubborn and optimistic, but with a core of steel. Mina is friends with Darkfur and is the main guide of the group of survivors she belongs to.

She can see who you vote for and will be dissapointed if you vote wrong.

Zoe

She/they

Shapeshifting catgirl

Reasons to vote: candycorn colored, gay, autistic, badass fighter

[spacedragonstar]

Once again, propaganda for Darkfur

Despite consisting, among others, of a tiger who can turn invisible, a Valkyrie, the scourge of the battlefields and what is called a 'Dog of war' he is one of the most dangerous fighters of the group. He can be a softy, but you don't want to meet him in a fight.

As mentioned, he manged to piss off the god of extinction by merely existing. Darkfur refuses to resolve this conflict by simply dying and would prefer to end it by maiming Extinction.

He is surprisingly soft around his friends and quite close to Chester, the Dog Of War. Both of them struggle with the violence that makes up part of theri very being. While this violence is quite useful for Darkfur it can turn him into a danger to others and he does his best to keep that restraint. His fighting also means that he is generally the most likely of the group to get injured and while he might not die from any injuries he gets, they still have repercussions.

Darkfur is really just running on spite and willpower. He is keeping all of that violence and bloodthirst contained while also actively resisting Extinction who wants him dead.

ROUND 1 POLL 24

Darkfur (@spacedragonstar) vs Cherry Lipstick (@hyephyep)

Darkfur

He/Him

He is a stray in a post-apocalyptic world and mostly a loner, tough fiercly protective of his friends. This cat would probably fight gods for his friends. He might even win, tough at a steep price, as soemthing else sometimes stares out of his eyes, with claws and teeth and howling for blood. He wasn't named by his mother or imself and instead was given his name by others he encountered. The creature that rules the world now is of the opinion that he should be dead by now and nothing more then another dead creature on the street. That he isn't is practically a betrayal. Darkfur doesn't care and continues to fight for every second of his life.

He actively withstands a god. Pretends to be mean, but is sectretly cuddly.

Cherry Lipstick

she/her

A red cat with a brown tail

When I was a real little kid, Dad would have ongoing characters to tell me bedtime stories about each night, like episodes of TV shows. Cherry Lipstick was one of those beloved bedtime protagonists. I loved hearing about her adventures with her friends. The one I remember best was when she made Green Been Ice Cream. She went on and on about how tasty it was as she ate it, and asked her friends to try some. None of them wanted any, very dramatically exclaiming their disgust for green beans. Until finally, one was brave enough to try. That friend gave it a taste and discovered that Green Bean Ice Cream is actually green-colored chocolate ice cream. Cherry Lipstick had been playing a joke!

[spacedragonstar]

The Wild stretches endless, forest and field, desert and rivers, mountains and ice. Here the birds sing and the rabbits run and the wolves howl. Untamed it may be, but still travelers pass by, as much a part as the prowling tiger.

A source of life and death in equal measures, the gentle kindness of a mother just as much as the savagery of battle cries. Nature trives here, in choking vines and wild horses. But nature is blood soaked and the iron tang of it shows itself well in the guardians. As such the Wild is both birthplace and battleground, the two forever intertwined.

The people who life and travel here know this well and are always dancing on that edge.

In what is north in the Wild the ruler of all that endless land has his throne. The Great Wild Wolf is a creature rarely seen, and both majestic and dangerous. An eternal traveler, the Wolf roams far and his followers take their name from the blood forever staining his snout. The Iron Fangs are warriors and hunters and survivors. Few can match them in fierceness and the tales of fights they had are the grounds of legends. Respect is to be brought to those who bear the Wild Wolves mark, wether they be Bear or Falcon, Squirrel or Bug.

The places abandoned and strange are those of Nowhere. The desert stretching endlessly towards the horizon, uncharted and unknown, is no-man's-land and the winding, creeping forest is located nowhere at all. The mysterious lifes here in the grand and the small. Sometimes Nowhere just means Everywhere as whispers sound trough abandoned, lonely, hidden places.

There is a path trough the places of Nowhere, winding and treacherous and those who follow are among the lost. Foxes move trough the brush, the air wavering in their wake and great mirages that devour entire forests wander in the sand. Lights sparkle in the swamp, guiding flames to welcome the dead and iridescent wings hide teeth filled maws on the trees. Something white gallops trough a clearing, the graceful creature vanishing as quick as it came and a cat's laughter glides trough the trees on feathered wings.

There is a court, hidden by its king. It's people are the stags of impossible paleness, those whose illusions make the real seem wrong, the roamers and wanderers lost forever. It's general is a mighty beast of the free, white and dead-horned and it's scribe is midnight black raven feathered and thousand cat-tongued.

There is a king, great and terrible and strange. Their shape is ever shifting, man and girl and impossible thing. Their head is crowned in feather fur and antlers, their feet hooves and claws and wings. But always their eyes glimmer with gold and the forgotten call them theirs.

[spacedragonstar]

A boat drifting over the sea. Above, the clouds churn with the storms flames under dead-soul stars. Below, the dark spreads forever in the Deeps. The watcher sits quietly, rocked by the waves, a miniscule spot on the vast expanse of the waters. Silver sparks of fish play beneath, pursued by the birds from above. A whale sings deeper, it's bulk darkening the water under bird, watcher, boat and fish. And fathoms deep does the dark reach, an endless abyss of lightless water and the movement -song of creatures eons old.

The reverse of a shadow deep beneath, where no light reaches anymore, light against the void dark skin of the sea. A beast of sailors tale and whale fight, great kraken whose eyes drowned ships in them. Forever pursued by whale leviathan, deep reaching and fish followed, hide scarred by squid bite and harpoon sting.

And yet bird and men, boat and fish, whale, kraken and leviathan are spots on the oceans lightless serpent -coils.

The watcher looks up from the shadow of the sea under the boat, to see it sitting right beside, saltwater scented and whale tooth carved. There is no cruelty here, only maddening uncaringness, the insignificance of all against the Deeps. The ocean smiles a shark toothed smile, void hair dripping saltwater in the watchers boat. Her voice is rhythmic and cold and a thing of terrible secrets. The watcher falls for her, that thing of water and dark and whalesong. The harpoon that was the tool of hunters, tearing apart those grand beasts of the Deep is in the watchers hand. It may well be human nature to kill what they love, as that weapon is plunged into the seas heart.

But she only smiles a terrible madness smile and opens its great maw.

The whales sing for the watcher, who wonders if they would carry that mere human out of the great serpentine embrace of the sea.

The boat drifts, alone and empty, it's watcher lost to the ocean waves.

A great shadow glides through the currents, void coils leaving the surface empty of all but deep, dark saltwater and white tipped waves.

The sea feels no wrath, the great Serpent not enough care for cruelty. Perhaps those of fin and void-deep dives feel different, curiosity and mourning for those gone.

The places abandoned and strange are those of Nowhere. The desert stretching endlessly towards the horizon, uncharted and unknown, is no-man's-land and the winding, creeping forest is located nowhere at all. The mysterious lifes here in the grand and the small. Sometimes Nowhere just means Everywhere as whispers sound trough abandoned, lonely, hidden places.

There is a path trough the places of Nowhere, winding and treacherous and those who follow are among the lost. Foxes move trough the brush, the air wavering in their wake and great mirages that devour entire forests wander in the sand. Lights sparkle in the swamp, guiding flames to welcome the dead and iridescent wings hide teeth filled maws on the trees. Something white gallops trough a clearing, the graceful creature vanishing as quick as it came and a cat's laughter glides trough the trees on feathered wings.

There is a court, hidden by its king. It's people are the stags of impossible paleness, those whose illusions make the real seem wrong, the roamers and wanderers lost forever. It's general is a mighty beast of the free, white and dead-horned and it's scribe is midnight black raven feathered and thousand cat-tongued.

There is a king, great and terrible and strange. Their shape is ever shifting, man and girl and impossible thing. Their head is crowned in feather fur and antlers, their feet hooves and claws and wings. But always their eyes glimmer with gold and the forgotten call them theirs.