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Name: Hudson Aquilo (Hudson, Hud)
Gender: Male

Pumpkin Cupcake wrote:

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Viscet Name:

Hudson Aquilo (Ak-ooi-low) - Most commonly called Hudson or "Hud"

Viscet Gender:

Male

Parent/Guardian(s):

Hudson doesn't have parents, and he doesn't have any significant caretaker. He follows the Aurora Borealis, wanting to find the beginning of it so that he can become a part of the magnificent show in the sky again. Of course, he has a wild imagination, so this would never happen, but it is a large goal of his. Along the way, he meets Viscets who do want to help, and some do stick around to keep an eye on him, but part soon after, thinking that he must have some strange thing inside his head. And since he is only a baby, he can't travel that far every day, but he meets a new Viscet everywhere he goes. He says that the stars, his family, protect and guide him, so he doesn't need someone down on his planet to keep a watch on him.

Short story/bio:

Hudson slowly uncurled from his fluffy ball, yawning as he glanced up to the sky through the leaves of the small bush he had spent the night in. He could see that it was still in fact nighttime, and the lights were out again. He gasped with delight, squeezing through the leaves and branches of the bush, not minding that they scraped at his soft fur. "Hello my friends!" he cried out to the dancing colors, giggling to himself before once again beginning to walk towards where they seemed to begin. He felt his stomach growl and he frowned. What was there to eat? His eyes were then drawn to the different nuts that lay on the ground under trees nearby. He thanked the stars before going to them, chewing them as fast as he could. He didn't want to miss his opportunity!

He was still eating when he could smell another Viscet nearby. He shivered in slight fear, cowering close to the floor as he tried to figure out who it was. A light grey male approached, his head high with a frown as he seemed to try and figure out what he was smelling too. Hudson was scared, hoping the male wouldn't see him and would go on his way. He squeaked as the larger creature turned his head and noticed him next to the tree. "Don't hurt me, please! I was just going!"

The Viscet let out a lighthearted laugh as he walked up to the Viscling, tilting downwards to see him closer. "Why hello there. You don't need to worry, these trees belong to all creatures!" He smiled, tilting his head slightly. "But what are you doing all alone? Especially at this time? Shouldn't you be with your parents?" He looked around, as though looking for any Viscets that were similar to the young one standing before him.

Hudson shrugged, glancing around before eating another nut, growing comfortable with the animal. "My parents don't exist," he said nonchalantly. "I think I was the blue streak of the Aurora Borealis, and I fell out of the sky. Because you never see it here! Or anywhere else. So I need to find my way back to the beginning, so that I can be in the sky again, with my true family." He smiled, looking up at the night lights. "In fact, I should probably get going." He began to pad again in the direction of where he believed that the lights began.

The larger leopard-looking Viscet frowned slightly, following beside him curiously. "You still shouldn't be alone. There are bad creatures that could get an innocent little Viscling like you. You should really have some kind of guardian, so that you don't need to worry about your journey being interrupted."

Hudson looked up to the male with a smile. "Aurora Borealis protects me," he said simply, before picking up pace best he could, away from the Viscet and forwards to where he knew his family would be, waiting for him to join them once again.

YESSSSSS THE BABY LINES ARE READY FOR USE
However, I'm going to hang on to them for a while before creating the nursery thread. For example, while creating this I realized that there's a lot I didn't fill in fully on some of the bab's color layers. That's good to know/fix before I do anything more with them.
So, basically, experiment and see how they work a bit first, since once I make the nursery there's no going back y'know?

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Welcome to Direwood Racers Association

The Fanclub | The Main Thread | Breeding Center | Custom Raffles

Welcome to Direwood Racers. We are an organization that specializes in racing of the Short manned Echobis. These animals are as larger than horses and are used in our races. They rank in many different colors and we train them to race from the age of one. Echobis are highly aggressive creatures if not trained properly and can be very dangerous towards people if they are wild and have grown without human contact. It was required that all Echobis be registered to keep track of records and aggression. The Echobis are not to be left untrained if owned. This dog like creature is not to be treated like a dog but rather that of a horse, they have a diet of raw meat and are recommended to be fed by hand to strengthen bonds. Echobi pups are the size of regular dogs at birth. They develop their horns if they are males. Direwood’s mission is to improve and spread the excitement of Echobi racing to the community. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Owned by Corg.i c:

bear run is proud sponsor of the mustang makeover owo

challenge custom for slit c8
eeeeeeeeeee ♥
ignore the timer i went to relax on the lawn with my dog cx

username: slit
show name: twisted game of thrones
name: joffrey
gender: stallion
eye colour: blue

pick your own palette !!
just post a name, gender, and link to palette, I'l pick what I think looks best & color him/her with those colors! u w u
good palette sources >> http://soupcitylights.tumblr.com/post/7 ... terpost-by
or you can make your own!

Hasuki wrote:

pao - male - best wishes

Another naming contest!

Bella. wrote:Owner: Bella.
Name: Amethyst
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Mare
Height: 18 hh
Rarity: Common

username; iBrevity
name; Dancing In The Dark // Romulus
gender; Male
Eye Color: light brown
Sire: -
dam -

What is an Icicle Bat?

Icicle Bats are a canine/feline species that live primarily in cold areas and prefer to come out at night. These creatures get their name because they naturally live in caves like bats, and because of their strong back legs, can hang upside down from tree branches! This species is characterized by their large paws and tufted bat ears-- as well as, of course, their icicles! Icicle Bats can have icicles anywhere from their forearm to their back and always have a ring around their tails. Their inner ear and paw pad are made of the same ice. Their original purpose was to protect and shield the Icicle Bat from possible threats. What are you waiting for? Adopt an Icicle Bat into your home today!

Hazard Cats are felines with long limbs and robotic parts. Their tails are made of metal with some form of energy in the center that holds it together. Glass screens are installed into their chests that show the cats' health in the form of a heartbeat, glowing orb, or even something else. The color of the glow on the screen matches their eyes, which typically have hollowed pupils. Some cats have static on their screens, but beware. Those cats are as dangerous as they are rare. Grates are positioned on each of the cats' sides and aid in breathing. Depending on the cat, steam, mist, or liquid can come from these grates. They have three eyes, but the one in the center is almost always taped down or covered with a band-aid. This is done due to the hidden and sometimes dangerous powers that the third eye contains. Large eyes allow them to see in extremely low levels of light and their big ears help them hear potential prey miles away. Thanks to their strong legs, Hazard cats can reach speeds up to fifty miles per hour and leap near ten feet up.

M00N wrote:

Username: M00N
Name: Platt - "Level Ground"
Gender: Female

Music wrote:Bird with a broken wing - Owl city
Fly - Niki Minaj

Personality/Partial bio:
Platt is the embodiment of all of your crushed aspirations, all the "dream jobs" you had before your age reached double-digits that were never realized, the crushes who let you down easily. She has always striven for excellence, but unfailingly has always had to settle for less, no matter her protests. When she was young, she was praised for her beautiful wings and her skill in using them as she grew older. They set her apart from the rest of the crowd, they gave her happiness, but sometimes sticking out like a sore thumb isn't preferable, especially to a cat like her. Platt never needed to rely on anyone's encouragement, and if often enough compliments only made her feel self-conscious and paranoid that they had been said insincerely, as a way to slyly insult her. Of course, this didn't happen to her anymore than the rest of us, but try telling her that. All she ever needed was herself, after all, who knew her body and mind better than herself?

Her young life was far from happy, but also far from sad. The days wasted away under her care, as she was never really asked to do anything by anyone. Her original friends learned quickly of her self-dependent attitude and how she expected her peers to be similarly independent, then growing apart from her over the years, finding her "too uptight" and often just plain rude at times. With little regret she let them slip away, after all, who could be a better friend than herself, anyway.

As Platt grew older, she continued to lead a secluded life, avoiding confrontation at all times and only speaking when spoken to, and even then only giving a nod or a shake of her head in response. Flying continued to be a passion of hers, and obsessively so. It became the only real activity that made her feel whole, like she had purpose, a reason to love herself, and she did so. Platt loved to praise herself for her skills, oh how she could make hairpin turns and reach speeds that she was certain no other winged creature could. Those who continued to stick around her noticed that after flying it was possible to get her to actually truly smile. At other times she was mainly seen as bland, without much personality besides her continuing passion of refusing help.

Although it may not have been an envied lifestyle, to Platt, spending weeks at a time sleeping in and flying around the field and the nearby thicket of trees was like being on cloud nine. She never thought about what she would do when she'd have to get out of her parent's place so she could really live in the field, as no one really ever told her to. Or... maybe they did, she just never though that it was necessary to prepare herself in any way for adulthood. The present was really all that was important, and since there were good things in the present, why would there be any cause to look ahead?

The loss:
She had never bothered to venture beyond the field, but she was aware of the sheer cliff where the terrain abruptly switched from grassland to marsh with just a 50 foot elevation difference. It simply didn't interest her greatly, "Oh whoop-de-do, a stinky swamp," was her only thought towards the place for most of her life, until one day she was bitten by the curiosity bug.

Instead of making her usual turn to brush by the last tree before the drop, she decided to keep going straight, a glint of determination and rebellion in all three of her eyes. She was surprised by the force pulling her down once she crossed the division, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle, and she planned to descend anyway. With that thought, she loped casually downward, preparing to land. Her paws touched the soggy ground for only a second before she picked them up again with a scowl. "Gross old place," she thought, deciding to hover. She flew towards the beginning of the creek that was naturally draining the marsh. She touched down on a rock that reached above water in the middle of the stream to get a look around, petite enough to balance on it, despite its slimness. Quickly bored, she took flight again, returning to her usual haunt without event, not intending to make a return.

The next week she found herself drawn to the cliff's edge again. Without fear, she sat at the very edge, squinting to observe the landscape, trying to assess if anything had changed since the last time she had visited. She found little of interest below, but she took note of something she had not noticed previously on the side of the cliff itself, a golden eagle's nest with two obnoxiously loud babies. Intrigued, she flew towards the nest, fueled by curiosity and the instinct of a predator. Sure enough, the two eaglets were as helpless as they were clueless. A sickening grin crossed her face as she glanced around. No parents in sight, she could easily swoop in and snatch one up for her own use. It wasn't like she hadn't killed other small animals to eat, the eaglets couldn't be much different.

Taking one last look around to ensure momma eagle wasn't watching, she adjusted her speed and trajectory to collide perfectly with the nest's edge, and once she had done so, she leaned in to snatch the larger baby by its neck and flew off with it towards the top of the cliff again. She would have been back for the other eaglet the next day had she made it, but only a few seconds from reaching the friendly field, a bird roughly half her size attacked her. It scratched at her and eventually, with terror and astonishment in her eyes at its strength, she dropped the chick to try to divert the parent. The bird didn't seem to care particularly much, it wasn't stupid, it knew that the chick was dead even before it intercepted the murderer. Continuing it's attack, the eagle prevented Platt from any opportunity to even escape, pinning her against the cliff and biting at her ears. She couldn't fight back, the bird was just too fast, the only hit she could get in was a blow at it's wing, but it didn't seem affected greatly. Boldly, it lunged for her eye, missing and scarring Platt's cheek for the rest of her life. With the pain of that hit, Platt plummeted, landing on the nest and taking it down with her.

She managed to flap her wings enough to keep her land from killing her, but not enough to let her get out without injury. First the nest crashed to the ground, then her left wing, then the rest of her body. The bird, more concerned with its other child, let her lay there completely helpless.

All she had worked for had just been crushed underneath her weight, she realized with more dread than sadness or fear. All she could feel was the emptiness and regret that you may feel when recalling one of your old failed "missions," that dream of being an astronaut dying the day you realized that it would never happen. Platt could only manage to stumble a few yards away from the ruined nest before she collapsed out of exhaustion, "the almighty forces" making her fall on her injured wing again purely for the sake of irony.

After five days of pseudo-recovery, Platt managed to climb up the cliff face using her relatively uninjured right wing and every leg except for her front left. Upon returning, all of her friends and her parents said that they didn't go looking for her as thought she had decided to stay in the field without telling them as she often did...

Do they like having wings/flying?:
Platt would love to say that she could still enjoy drifting along, high in the skies, and that she had since made a full recovery, but she can't anymore. The time she spent with her wing dislocated and the injury to the muscle of her front left leg left her with permanent stiffness in both her leg and wing. Because of her injuries, flying is nearly impossible for her without painkillers due to the stress on her injured joint, and even with medication, her flight is clumsy and sometimes uncontrollable. Because of this, flight which used to be freeing and enjoyable now only fills her with dread and a feeling of sickness. Her wings are only a burden, an aching reminder of what she used to be, what she could have continued to be if it hadn't been for that one ill-advised choice.

She has decided (not that she had much of a choice) to stick to life on the ground.

Felt like making something based off lace ;D

This little ones markings are complicated, but winning him/her is not! Just pick a number 1-10 and I'll use a random generator to pick one! u v u

RainbowCharizard wrote:username:RainbowCharizard
name:Crochet
gender:Female
number 1-10: 8

Username: spazzy87
Name: A Ruthless Flight // Dash
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Blue
Foals:
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Ooooh I had fun with this one!
Almost tempted to keep her ... but nah, she's for you guys Q v Q
To adopt her, I'd like to see a piece of art of her! Can be by you or ordered from someone else.
As long as you fill out the basic form, you can add/pretty whatever you want uwu



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This will end on the 25, so you have, like, 3 weeks. I'd love to see some nice forms for this gal! ~

Welcome to Direwood Racers Association

The Fanclub | The Main Thread | Breeding Center | Custom Raffles

Welcome to Direwood Racers. We are an organization that specializes in racing of the Short manned Echobis. These animals are as larger than horses and are used in our races. They rank in many different colors and we train them to race from the age of one. Echobis are highly aggressive creatures if not trained properly and can be very dangerous towards people if they are wild and have grown without human contact. It was required that all Echobis be registered to keep track of records and aggression. The Echobis are not to be left untrained if owned. This dog like creature is not to be treated like a dog but rather that of a horse, they have a diet of raw meat and are recommended to be fed by hand to strengthen bonds. Echobi pups are the size of regular dogs at birth. They develop their horns if they are males. Direwood’s mission is to improve and spread the excitement of Echobi racing to the community. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

My first little one, so yeah :B To win, just post a name, gender, and the hidden image of a thing this is based off ^^
Hint: It's somewhere in my latest 50 posts. ^u^

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GUESS WHO'S BACK

A simple competition b/c I'm drowning in stuff I need to judge already. 0-:


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You can add like. One extra if you wanna.
Ends on the 22nd.

Proud founding species of "No Form Left Behind"
Make sure to mark the main thread!

Parrapups, or Parras, are an omnivorous, aviary quadrupedal species that originated from tropical areas, but after they were domesticated, they gained more levels of fur and different beaks. All parras spend a lot of time cleaning themselves, and preening their feathers if they have wings. Parras come with a variety of tails and beaks, but good luck finding one that does! Having a large gene pool Parras also have the chance to show some mutations. They come in a large variety of colors including bright neons and dull greys. All parras are a very social in some way and love to whistle, sing, and chatter to others- Parra or not!