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POWER ORIGIN IDEAS
POWER ORIGIN IDEAS
This thread's purpose is to contain theories and stories about how the Powers came about and what they could be- besides the Powers of Wing and Claw. I'll post my stories as soon as I come up with them.
Admin: After a week or two, we will create a poll so everyone can vote on which origin story they like best! We might even combine more than one story.
submitted by Kasumi Hayashi
(March 24, 2016 - 5:56 pm)
(March 24, 2016 - 5:56 pm)
Once, there was a beautiful panther. Her eyes were the sharpest green and her claws could splinter a full grown oak with a mere swipe. Her name was believed to be Arn, but nobody knew for sure, because she gave it to so few. She was as tall as a horse and as quiet as a feather falling on a brook. It was believed she could see into one's very soul just by looking at them with those bright green eyes.
Her fangs, however, were the most formidable. They were sharper than the talons of the Gryffon, whiter than the purest cloud. She simply bared her fangs at an enemy and they cowered in fear. She was, in deep memory, one of the most formidable animals in the forest.
But, alike Lunee, her life was not to last forever. While she slept one night, a coward snuck up and slayed her. He tried to cut out one of her fangs as a spoil, but the magic in the world was too just for that. It burned the killer's hand, leaving him with a mark of shame forever. The fang fell from his grasp and dissolved. However, a few weeks later, a small object appeared in the forest. Made from a long fang, it was long, thin goblet. The animals of the Kyngdom knew instantly that this was to be protected anmd so assigned it a guardian and stole it into hiding. The fang, and Arn, passed out of memory but to a select few. Until recently.
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I hope you guys don't mind that I used a Lunee type thing. Is that ok?
(March 31, 2016 - 6:31 pm)
I think it's fine, but which power is it? Power of tooth?
(April 1, 2016 - 7:00 am)
It's not clear what power it is.
My CAPATCHA says faux.
(April 1, 2016 - 4:32 pm)
*Blushes* Sorry. Let me add one more line:
And this goblet held all the love, all the hate, and all the sorrow of the world. So was born the Power of the Fang.
(April 1, 2016 - 5:34 pm)
heres a picture of Arn
(April 1, 2016 - 8:12 am)
@ Neminem
if you want, instead of a whistleharp the star turns into, it could be the Warhorn. Personally I like the whistleharp, but I am willing to change it if you want me to.
~ Moonshadow
(April 1, 2016 - 7:04 am)
ok here's a picture of Lunee
(April 1, 2016 - 8:01 am)
Beautiful.
(April 1, 2016 - 4:27 pm)
heres a picture of the whistleharp
(April 1, 2016 - 8:03 am)
Also beautiful.
(April 1, 2016 - 4:28 pm)
Moonshadow, your wolf picture is amazing!
(April 1, 2016 - 2:10 pm)
I don't think she drew it, because the signature is from says that the picture is from 2006. Moonshadow (at least the Moonshadow I know) is twelve, and I don't think anyone can draw that good at the age of 2 or 3. But if you did draw it, Moonshadow, congratulations! It's an awesome picture. If I could draw half as good as that, I'd be proud.
(April 1, 2016 - 5:54 pm)
No I didn't draw it. I found it online and added color using a photo editor. I will try to draw my own version, though.
~ Moonshadow
(April 2, 2016 - 8:32 am)
(April 1, 2016 - 5:50 pm)
Sorry it took so long to write the second half, I've been a little sick :(
No, the Power of Hoof doesn't stay the Power of Light. Here's the second half;
Dragon slept in her greed, in a dark cave far away from the flower's grave, where the Powers home was. Yet she wasn't sleeping. She couldn't sleep. All she could feel was her own greed clouding around and inside of her as she layed in the same spot over decades. As she felt the greed in herself, she felt it in others too. The humans were getting stronger, and the Powers were getting weeker without her. One day, she felt a fire inside her that wasn't there before. She felt it deep in her eyes, and knew her eyes were no longer white like the moon, but red like the blood of her victims. And then she felt the need for revenge. Revenge on the Powers, revenge on the humans who caused them to banish her. But no revenge on herself. On her greed.
She tarred through the forest, ripping trees away in her wake as her giant wings sliced through the air. She didn't care how many animals she scared, or killed. All she cared about was her revenge.
She arrived at their cave. Her talons smoothly landed on the grassy, flower filled sweet smelling earth. Her eyes glinted as she spotted her victims. But to her surprise, Uncicorn stepped foward with not an angry snarle, but sorrowful regret. "Dragon," she spoke with her violet eyes shinning. "We need your fire more then ever, to power our Powers to kill all humans. With your greed they will kill everything, all land, all skys, everything we've dedicated our lives to, but with some of our own greed, we can overpower them," she bowed her head, and the others did the same, with no hint of regret. "You are no longer the Power of Drakness. I'm no longer the Power of Light. You are one of us again."
Dragon excepted there bows with her head held high. "I except," she growled. "But with one condition. I will stay the Power of Drakness."
"As you wish. Whatever it takes to make us the most powerful in all of Kyndom."
(April 1, 2016 - 7:14 pm)