.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ✦ ໒ ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . Name - Valor Pronouns - he [] they Backstory: As the beings bound to this world all say, every breath is a gift from heaven and life is shaped by d3ath itself. When a being fails to survive [unalives], it is carried away by the howls under the moonlight and the hunger at dawn to await a destiny better than its old. Valor was shaped by d3ath itself. In timeless space, where no one could hear, comprehend, see, live or di3, something was born out of nothing. A soulless figure sculpted by every passing second merged with a cold orb that seemed to be attracted to the lifeless form. It carried the memories of its past life, the young soul who slaughtered too many others, but the memories were all gone now. The orb was merely just a soul now, waiting to live another life. D3ath decided to give Valor a gift. He could morph anything into any shape, but it came with a price that Valor would soon face. The empty darkness made the yet-to-be-alive being a flowing tail infused with exoplanets and stars that powered the gift, and with each supernova, it was designed to grow stronger. D3ath then gave the soul inside the body the ability to breathe. Up and down its chest went, in a rhythm only a metronome could match. Up. Down. Up. Down. Consecutively. Until the end of time. There was one last step, though. D3ath created the flaw that would scar Valor as a price for his power. The space tugged on the breathing body’s arched back, creating two tiny glowing strings, each with a yet-to-be-luminescent oval orb bobbing from it. For now it was a translucent aqua. A burst of stronger light filtered through the empty air, and white claws were visible pulling away from the body for just a moment. The light flashed red for a nanosecond and settled back to its original vibrant turquoise, and a pounding, stirring sensation began to grip the space around it. It grew steadily stronger, and the face finally opened its eyes to reveal flashing eyes. “ι'м яєα∂Y,” the voice echoed. … Valor was born the pride and joy of a large family. He was the youngest of six siblings and son to the pets of a wealthy human family. He lived a perfect life, but unlike his parents and elder relatives, his siblings loathed him. He was so special, so strange and so otherworldly with his tentacles and his tail that made them sneer at him with jealousy. All they had were black, striped, stûpid white-tipped tabby tails like any other normal cat and a sleek back with no seemingly superb anglers. So one day, his siblings plotted to make him reveal the truth to why he was so special. The truth couldn’t hurt, could it? They cornered him in a small, unused storage room and, with an angry face, Genevieve [the eldest sister] pointed at Valor, demanding they all look like him. Their words hurt him that day, but at the time he had not yet learned to refuse. He blinked with confusion at these words, but he always remembered what he did to a cardboard box he encountered not long after birth. He didn’t want to think of it. Genevieve pushed one claw out of her paw and pointed it at Valor’s neck. The world echoed with her words. “Do it now. We all know you could. I don’t care if you’re family. I can come up with any tragic story to cover if you do unalive today.” Valor’s eyes widened, and his pupils dilated with fear. His heart pounding, he saw some of his siblings with smug expressions. Genevieve hissed. He reluctantly closed his eyes and placed his paws in the air to encapsulate the figures of his siblings. He first put them to sleep. They looked so peaceful, he thought. He knew they would never be like this when they were awake though. Next he morphed their tails, one by one, to be as opaque and ever-flowing just like his. But of course, minus the stars. He then made them all anglers on their backs. It was a painful process, but Valor managed to do it. His siblings ran away from home right after Valor made them their new figures. They didn’t know yet that Valor had not given them his powers, though, and they would not be happy when they found out. The giant nest of the humans’ home seemed to groan and crack with every step. There were no unpleasant distractions today, but the place seemed bigger somehow. If it weren’t already cavernous. The meows of his parents seemed to bounce away like a flock of starlings, and his own pawsteps sounded like the ringing of a gong to his ears. Valor also noticed that the anglers on his back had been filled with some glowing blue liquids, and something broke inside of him. “Why?” … Years later, the world had become a wreck. The sky was often grey with the ashes of forest fires up north and the sun was a bl00d red. Valor’s parents had both disappeared and Valor was left to himself. He heard from a passing cat that his sister had done something terrible… And he wanted to stop whatever that was.
.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ✦ ໒ ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . Backstory [continued from above]: His one remaining sibling, Genevieve, had made herself ruler of all cats. She crafted herself a crown, as she had secretly harnessed some of Valor’s powers when he first morphed her ages ago. The crown allowed her to control any being as long as it was breathing. But she wanted more. She started k!lling cats of her kind and spread her reign across the city. At long last, she arrived at her old home, where Valor was. He was prepared. … It was too much. Red ran over his claws. His angler-globes glowed, bulging, with his soul. His eyes gleamed with an unearthly evil. He had gone mad by stopping his sister, but the familiar white talons plunged through the night and landed on his forehead. It deepened its grip, and before Valor could try to swat it, he fainted. The talon erased all his memories. It was time to start again. .˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ✦ ໒ ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . Whew! That was loooong. Anyways! Credits! DTA host: @Kingsdee Code: Mostly by @Teanut-, side bar code by @CapitanFluffy, smooth glide code by @minirag, and zooming code at the end by @Colorsnatch. Music: - Run Wild - Laney Jones - Scrawny - Respective owners ^^ - Titanium - Sia; David Guetta All art by me on Procreate! Do not steal, trace, copy, etc. DO NOT RECOLOR OR NOT CHANGE ANYTHING IF REMIXED. .˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ✦ ໒ ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .
