First of all, I'm sorry I'm so late to judge this one guys l'D Everything just crashed down on me at once.
Second of all, there were many wonderful forms! Thank you so much guys~!
Your stories were wonderful and loved reading each one of them because you guys put so much personality into the character ;0; <3
This one was really tough to judge l'D amg. Too many great forms ;0;
Congratulations,
CyrCryKun~! <3
CyrCryKun wrote: Username: CyrCryKun
Name: Nandalia, meaning "fire" in Australian.
Personality: Cunning | Loyal | Trustworthy | Sweet | Determined
Story: Funny. She never expected to die this way.
Nandalia glanced warily towards the Makoatl standing opposite of her, his dull, purple eyes gleaming with insanity. Blood was stained on his hands and fur, and he had a psychotic, Cheshire Cat grin plastered to his face.
"What's the matter, deary?" the madman cooed tauntingly, taking one step forward. "Afraid of little ol' me?"
Dalia took two steps back, eyes focused on the psycho before her. She spoke no words - instead, just stared at him quietly. And this seemed to irritate him more than anything.
"Why won't you talk to me?" he growled, taking another step towards her. "Is it because I killed your friends?" He motioned with his tail to the corpses littering the floor. "If that's the case, well then, for your information, they started it."
Dalia took another step back, glaring at the madman who was quickly advancing towards her. She wanted to speak. She wanted to tell him that, no, she wasn't scared of him because he killed her 'friends'. Hell, they weren't even her friends. They were some pesky nuisances that were trying to stop her from doing what she loved, and if this psycho hadn't shown up, she would've rid the world of them herself.
She was scared because he wasn't afraid of her.
The male Makoatl narrowed his eyes and curled his lips back into a snarl, stalking forward and finally backing her against a wall. "Speak to me!" he demanded, eyes blazing with fury. "I want you to talk! ANSWER ME!"
Nandalia flinched as he leaned closer to her, his nose touching hers. If the circumstances were different, she'd probably be blushing like a schoolgirl, but that wasn't the case. He wasn't some flirtatious fool who thought she was pretty. He was a psychopath who thought she was irritating, and probably wanted to kill her.
The male glared at her and spoke again. "Why won't you talk?!" he shouted. His voice, Nandalia noted, was now becoming frantic. It was almost like he was...
No. It couldn't be.
But with the way the Makoatl was speaking, it seemed to be the case. He was afraid of her - well, not her exactly. More like he was afraid of her silence.
Nandalia blinked as he became more and more desperate, watching as he slowly broke apart from her quietness. "Speak to me! Why won't you say anything?! TALK!!" he screamed, now starting to shake. His eyes softened drastically as he realized she wasn't going to speak, and he collapsed to the floor, shaking violently. "Why won't you talk?" he said, but it came out more of a whine than a question. "Why won't you..."
Nandalia bit back a smirk as she knelt down beside him, watching as the older Mako shook. "...You done yet, mate?" she chuckled bemusedly, a smile widening on her face as his head snapped up in shock.
The male stared for a few moments, almost as if he were a deer in the headlights of a car, before that wide, terrifying Cheshire Cat grin returned. "S-so you CAN talk!" he giggled childishly, standing abruptly. "Well that's good! For a second there, you had me-" He cut himself off, shaking his head with a chuckle and looking down at the girl. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Confused as to why he decided to interrogate her after threatening her life, Nandalia just blinked at the older Makoatl and sat there.
The male's smile faltered for a moment before he spoke again. "I'm Maverick! What's your name?" He then beamed in a childlike manner, extending a bloodied hand towards her.
Nandalia stared at it for a moment before reluctantly reaching out and shaking it. "...Name's Nandalia, mate. Just call me Dalia."
Maverick grinned and rocked back and forth on his heels, watching her like a small child. "Dalia? That's a pretty name!" he cooed. "What were you doing here? Who were those people I, erm... took care of?"
Dalia sighed and looked over at the man-child. "...They were policemen. Apparently I can't be alone anymore because of my hobby... If you could call it that."
Maverick tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Hobby? What's your hobby?"
Oh great. The dreaded question. Dalia had a feeling that this guy would be different - I mean, he just killed like, seven people without so much as batting an eyelash - but she still didn't like confessing what she did in her free time.
"I... I like to set things on fire," she admitted bluntly. "I like fire. It calms me down and I like watching the flames."
Great. Now she sounded like a complete psychopath. But then again, so was Maverick...
Maverick's smile flickered before he grinned again. "I think we're going to be great friends..."
{800 words}
Comic: Cover
Art: Bust ShotYes, if I am to win her, I am going to use Dalia in a comic with Maverick, my Makoatl whom of which was included in the story. <3 Good luck to my fellow contestants!
Your story was breathtaking. I'm completely speechless at your wonderful writing. I loved your supporting character, Maverick and how you depicted him and Nandalia together. I loved their personalities. Your story lured me in and I was at the edge of my seat for awhile! I'm really excited to see the comic~! <3
Whoops! I ramble too much,
Anyway,
I hope to see both you and Nandalia around~! <3
There is another form that stood out to me and that honor goes to
Poison Wolf~!
Poison Wolf wrote:Username;; Poison Wolf
Name;; Taylor
Gender;; Male
Personality;; Hardy | Brave | Heroic | Protective | Loyal
Story;;
Taylor gritted his teeth, feeling more rubble fly through air as another explosion rocked the ground. He crouched behind the overturned truck for another moment, his heart racing. He narrowed his eyes, hearing the sound of a chopper's blades nearing. He bolted from his slight refuge, racing over the dusty ground, littered with spent bullets, rocks, metal, and bloodstains. His uniform chafed him as he ran, but he didn't mind- it kept him safe, invisible from the helicopter overhead. The package in his mouth however was a reflective silver. He knew it was a dangerous task, but it needed to be done. He gripped it tightly, but very carefully in his mouth. He'd heard how dangerous war could be, but he'd never believed it til he was actually out here in the fields. He let out a snarling yelp as a shot pinged near his leg, just barely missing him. He tucked his head down, running as fast as he could, legs pumping like pistons, breathing heavily. He was almost to his destination, the low mountain range that held the headquarter bunkers, where another soldier would carry the package to its final destination. Another shot rang out. The bullet drove into his side, lodging deep in his tissues. He was thrown slightly off his paws and he fell, pitching forwards, tumbling head over paws, he yelped, still holding onto his package. It was too important to lose. He could not fail. Too many were counting on him. He struggled painfully to his paws, checking the wound. Thanks to his heavy uniform slowing the impact, the bullet hadn't delved too far in. He could still run.
He began off again, pushing his agony to the back of his mind. This was not his time to pity himself. He reached the last stretch, and dove into the path head first, grunting at the pain of impact like fire throughout his body. He got to his paws to deliver the package to the next soldier, but to his horror he saw his comrade fall, a man standing there with a bloody bayonet. Taylor hadn't been noticed yet. He set down the package silently and stalked towards the man, his heart racing, the blood trickling from his side. He left with a snarl and felled the man easily under his weight and claws. He then knelt at his fellow officer's side, checking his wound. He seemed to be breathing. Taylor licked his face and carefully hid him so he would be out of sight from the enemy. It looked like Taylor would have to see the end of this through.
Taylor was sweaty, tired, in horrendous pain, and his paw pads were scraped and bruised from the rough ground and debris, but he knew it was his duty to finish this, and he broke into another run, foaming slightly at the mouth from exertion. He tore down the track, prayed no vehicles would come along. Luck was on his side- no snipers and no vehicles appeared. Finally the bunker came into view. He slowed and crept to the back, to the window the scanners had told were there. There they were. He nudged one open and then tore at the label of the package. Made for human hands, it was tough, but he ripped it open, his eyes watering slightly, and threw it inside. He heard the chemical reactions beginning to rumble the building, low at first, then a high pitched hiss like air being released from under high pressure. Taylor ran for his life, getting twenty feet before the bunker erupted.
Thrown like a rag doll by the force of the explosion, Taylor's vision was full of fire and flames, hard earth rushing to meet him and a glimpse of they once-blue sky, now back with ash and smoke. Catapulted into the air, he struck the rock face and fell to the ground. His vision went black.
The next thing he remembered, he was being lifted up in a stretcher. He was going home.
The war was over. With their military base and leader destroyed, the explosion was the signal for Taylor's forces to invade. Overwhelmed and leaderless, the enemy lines were desecrated and they were forced to surrender, and Taylor became a legend. He had saved countless lives, including his general's when he killed the enemy sniper that had stabbed him. All this while wounded- he came home held aloft and cheers of his homeland. The service animal that saved the country. It was a moment to be immortalised forever in history.
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Wow! once again wonderful writing and a invigorating story to read! I loved your use of description, I could feel myself look through Taylor's eyes and walk in his owns paws, placing me where he was.
For this you will be receiving a RU~!
Please PM me with a Dog Breed of your choosing~! ^ ^
Congratulations to both of you and thank you all again for all of your wonderful forms! ;0; <3
