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Welcome. And thank you for joining my forum. The Blask Rose, is about.. well....a black rose. This black rose is very mysterious. The Rose, has put a curse on everyone who is in the Spirit Moutains. All becasue of the black devil who caused this curse to happen to everyone. Well, he put it on the rose so the rose could put it on us. The curse is, that at the stike of midnight to 6:00 in the morning, we all turn into mysterious, evil creatures. We are ALL wolves ( at day). Fill out this form. Then have fun


Name: (name)

Creature: (you are already a wolf at day, So this means to fill out what your creature will be when the curse strikes)

THANKS!! LOL

P.S. The BLack Devil is dead. The Black rose CANNOT! be destroyed.

Name: Kari
Creature: Dark Faerie (about 2ft, 5 in.)


Kari was skulking through the forest, determined to find a hideout for the night, when she saw a strange wolf. She crouched low, sniffing the air cautiously, trying to catch the other creature's scent.

Name: Isengard
Creature: A Sylph. In this form he is dressed in a multi-layered robe coloured of the blacks, blues, violets, and whites of the starry night sky. A white sash is tied tightly around his waist, the knot resembling a white rose, the excess simply hanging down like wisps of cirrus-clouded skies. He normally walks seemingly-aimlessly in the mountain evening, playing haunting melodies on a silver flute. The purpose of the music is unknown, though the effect is calming.

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Isengard was devouring a small catch -- a hapless hare was dinner that evening. His eyes were closed as he savoured the bloody flesh of the rabbit, silently thanking the animal for the sustenance it provided, and hoping that its soul would peacefully transcend into the next realm. A noise caused his ears to perk up, interrupting his meal. He gulped one last time then turned his head toward where the noise came from.

"Another wolf...?" He thought to himself as he lazily pawed dirt over the rabbit, pausing slightly to close his eyes once more before sprinting toward the others.

From a distance he could be seen sprinting from tree to tree, constantly moving to cause confusion, but also to observe whatever it could be from all angles. His fur, gray garnished with silvers and blacks, shone eerily in the moonlight.

"Agh... It's almost time..." Isengard thought as the faint, haunting chime of that dark bell could be heard once more. He aborted his sprint around the two wolves (that he noticed before the bell rang) and jumped onto the bark of a nearby tree. He bared his claws and dug them into the tree, climbing and clawing up slowly. After a struggle to climb into the tree's canopy -- and much noise for about a minute -- he sat quietly, silently, atop a tree branch. A wolf did not belong atop a tree, but practice allowed this to happen.

"It's almost time..." He thought, the silver bristles of his fur glowing as the midnight hour approached.

Atop the tree Isengard was already transforming. His fur turned into fabric, wrapping magically around him into a multi-layered robe in the colours of the night sky. His body changed form too: his legs changed into human arms and legs, his paws became the delicate fingers of man, his ears became almost elf-like and pointed, and part of his fur grew into a long-haired mane -- the colour of the moon. The silver streaks on his fur seemed to gather in the night to form a flute. His face seemed softer, kinder, and gentler, but a sense of malice could still be seen. His tail got longer and thinner and wider in width, resembling a light-blue sash, which tied around his waist and held his robe together.

He smiled and watched to see if the others would change, jumping with ease from canopy to canopy, as if floating and gliding as a cloud. As he jumped, he put his flute to his mouth and began to play a haunting tune, which seemed to make the trees, and anything, that heard it sparkle and glow.

Isadora's brownish, redish, fur. Began to draw back, becoming black and sleek. Her wings began to tear through her flesh, though not causing any blood, to form her black, lace like, wings. Isadora looked at her pnather like paws. huh, must be midnight she thought. She glanced up at the used to be wolf in the tree. Then, her wings gently took her to a tree of her own across from the tree that the other creature was on. Isadora lie down on the branch as a panther would, her tail dangling down, almost invisible in the leaves.

Danae shook all over. What a creepy being...creepy, but amazing...

Blu felt her eas twitch and looked up sharply. Interesting...something seems to be wrong here...
She took out her ocarina and played a little haunting melody of her own, waiting for a response from the sylph. In her mind's eye she could see the bell tower, but not the inside of it.