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[Falco]

username: Island Rat
name: Nova
prompt answer:
*Knock Knock*
That was the knock Nova was waiting for all day!
He sprung up, and ran to the door. He opened the door and saw Connie waiting for him. "you ready?" she asked.
"Heck yea!" Nova grabbed hiss little backpack, filled with little keychains and buttons. Connie and Nova where on their way to the local carnival. It had rained the previous night, so there where puddles all over the sidewalks and streets. Nova has always been childish, so he started jumping around in the puddles. Connie looked over at him "weirdo" she laughed. Nova looked up, and giggled.

Nova and Connie arrived at the carnival. Nova wanted to run off so badly, but they had to buy tickets, pay, and get lunch. Connie could see Nova's erge to run off, so she grabbed his arm. After they payed for tickets, and ate lunch, they rode on every ride in the carnival. It was nearing the end of the day, and Connie and Nova just finished some food. Then, it started to rain.
"ugh... It's raining now. Let's head to my house" Connie said as she got up. Connie took out her umbrella. But Nova didn't respond. Connie looked at him and saw him put his bag under an umbrella. Nova started to run around ans splash in the puddles. Music played in the background, and Nova started to dance to the music. The song ended. "what was that? You're going to get we-" Connie was interrupted by the start of a song the two would dance to all the time when they where kits. Nova noticed the song too, and held out his paw. "come on! Lets dance. Just like when we where kits!" Nova smiled. Connie was nerviness about the rain, but she couldn't help herself. She put her umbrella down, and started to jump and dance in the rain too. After the song ended, Nova grabbed his bag. "Jeez, we're soaking" Connie said. Nova just laughed. "come on, lets go back now."
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[lumilys]

username: blumn
name: king
prompt answer: unfortunately, king had run out of options. it was a friday afternoon, and although he had planned on spending his time listening to the latest true-crime podcast episode while finishing his knitted scarf, he was all out of yarn. he had looked all over, and sighed in distress when he found that the only yarn he had left was an obnoxious fuchsia. too fixed on the idea of finishing his scarf, king dressed himself in a dark cloak and headed towards the shop he frequented.
the trail was hideously foggy, and king had to lift his cloak so that it wouldn't get covered in slob. he startled when he stepped in a patch of especially damp mud, not expecting the weird feeling between his toes. he looked down at his paws in disgust and nevertheless continued on his way, keeping an eye out for the small shop. it was out of place to say the least- the shop- but it was always hard to remember where it was. it seemed as though it was constantly changing locations, and although magic did exist it would take a decent amount of mana to change a whole two-story shops' location.
king breathed out of relief when he spotted the flamboyant shop, and quickly strayed from the trail to head inside. the owner, a decorated lady, welcomed him inside.
"i was expecting you!" she declared with pride. king spared her a confused glance and listened quietly as she gossiped about the previous customers' plights. he grabbed the skeins he needed, and slouched over to the register where he grabbed a small pack of jelly beans.
"be careful with those!" the lady giggled, ringing up the skeins and almost grabbing the jelly beans, but king placed them right back where they had been before in a slight panic. she pouted a bit, mumbling something along the lines of 'what a shame.'
king mumbled his thanks and left the shop, looking back to see the owner waving at him.
"come back soon! and get the jelly beans next time!"
king sighed, lifting his paw to acknowledge her words, and trudged back along the path he came from. in the short time that he occupied the shop, it seemed as though it had rained a bit, making the mud quite slippery. it was no surprise when king's cloak caught beneath his foot, tripping the poor man. king landed in the sludge with a loud "oomph" and, luckily, managed to keep his basket of yarn above the puddles and slop. he let out a long string of crude words, realizing that he would have to walk back into town like this. [443/450 words]


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[ThatDragonAdara]

username: ThatDragonAdara
name: Audubon
prompt answer:

An early spring afternoon chilled the cobbled streets of London town. Though drumming rain and rumbling clouds attempted to discourage the pedestrians below, the world still bustled with activity.

Businessmen with stuffed wallets marched to and from local banks, swinging their walking canes, trying their best not to sully their finely tailored suits. Others, less fortunately burdened with luxury, pulled their overcoats over their heads, and hoped to avoid the splash of a stray carriage wheel.

Audubon stood in a damp alley, just outside the fray - watching the grey world shift, and people go about their lives. They gave him no mind, as he was unremarkable. Just another damp, bothered, working-class civilian. His white hair hung drably around his face, only outwardly reinforcing his current mood. Having soiled and torn his red frock coat a week prior, he gave little heed to the downpour. No - instead, his focus was drawn to a dramatic scene unfolding in the road.

A young boy, likely no older than eleven, had attempted to steal from a wealthy gentleman. It was a technique Audubon had seen many times before… a quick bump into their side, a twist, and with a bit of skill, a laden notecase would come free from a jacket pocket. Though easy to recognize, the trick did present wondrous results. He wagered, however, that this particular plot did not end as planned - as the child now squirmed on the wet ground, their arm sternly held by an angry old toff.

An officer arrived quickly on the scene, joining the man in scolding the child. He grabbed the kid by the ear, and shouted into their face, demanding to know how they planned to justify their crime. The wallet was torn from the boy’s shaking hands, and returned to the toff.

The bobby pressed on - screaming that he knew the child had "stolen from around here before", and "made off with the money". He demanded to know where, or even if, the pitiful creature had parents. The boy broke down into a sniveling wreck. Without hesitation, the hardened cop raised their cold, open hand.

An accented voice cut through the fray. Deep, and smooth -

“Aye. That there boy’d be my responsibility. And if you don’t let go of ‘em right promptly, sir, then you’ll have an awful lot more to worry about than a petty theft.”

And as I’m not one to lie, I will tell you straightforwardly - for Audubon’s word was neither true nor false. While he shared no blood with the boy, in truth - he refused, as a pickpocket, to leave his kin to rot.

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Gotta love pretty pond algae!

[reze]

username: narancia
name: henry
prompt answer:

sogginess. soggy toast, soggy cereal, soggy paper. no one likes sogginess. not even henry, who lives in the soggy swamp by the gloomy fairy forest. ironically, he hates getting wet, let alone all the sogginess of his home. he tries his best to avoid getting his paws wet at all costs. so how did he come back to his little hut this soggy? after all, he was grumpy and irritated, so there's no possibility of him having fun, splashing in the nearby lakes. as if he would ever purposefully do that! well, in reality, henry is a softy. on the outside, he's like a stone wall, occasionally annoyed, but he doesn't particularly show his affection for others. that doesn't mean he doesn't have any, though! but what does this have to do with what he has been up to? well, just this morning, he went for a walk in the nearby woods where the mushrooms grew. the soil was damp, so it was perfect, and he needed to collect mushrooms for his dinner stew and obligatory flowers for decoration! while he was contemplating whether he should pick the daffodils or the lilies, he heard a distant wailing sound, that sounded familiar. the cry of a kalon in need. no! the cry of a kalon kit in need! now as i have mentioned before, henry has a tough exterior, but he would never let someone in need suffer. of course he dashed towards the sound and though any other kalon would be horrified at the sight of the kit in the soggy pond, wet and muddy, henry swiftly rescued him; not hesitating to get his paws and coat all soggy. in fact, he didn't even notice until after he had come home and after he realised that the kit - which he brought home to warm him up and make him a stew - and him had completely made a mess in his little hut. that would take quite some time to clean up, but that didn't matter at the moment. and you can't live a life without getting soggy once in a while, right?

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[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Airo

prompt answer: (449/450)
Mud was thick beneath his feet, forcing its way between his toes and sending up clouds of dirt into the already murky water. In the shadows it was cold, and warm where sunlight touched the surface through gathering gray clouds. Hours he spent each day roaming the swamp chest deep in water, passing by logs and reeds, feeling various slimy creatures pass by. He was no stranger to the eels who dwelt in marshy bogs, and frogs who watched with large unblinking eyes. The water felt as though it was a second skin now; when he emerged onto the banks he found the air to be chill, and his body felt bare to the world. Back he would slip into the water to explore the swamp maze once more, knowing it like the back of his hand, but ever searching for something he couldn't find.

It frustrated him to no end.

How many days, how many weeks, how many months had be spent searching? Combing through muddy paths and spindly trees, boggy pools and twisting waterways, but still to no avail. From the sunrise to sunset, from a mix of desire and stubbornness, refusal to give up, this is how he had spent countless days. He stood now in the water, settled just below his chin, and watched the sky become blazed with gold. Shadows began to stretch across the surface, and played with his eyes. And so with a heavy sigh, he heaved himself out of the water and began the walk home.

It was a lonely walk, but not a lonely reception. He was still dripping when he made it back to camp, where Lyca had already started a fire. He looked up at Airo's return, firelight reflected in his eyes. "Any luck?" he asked, and when Airo bowed his head, his companion patted the log next to him. Airo wearily took a seat, glad for the warmth on his damp fur.

Strangers not so long ago, but in him Airo had found a kindred spirit. Both searching for something, both doubting if they could ever find it. Lyca was looking for his father, supposedly a forest sprite. Airo was looking for the City he had once led.

"I got more of those cakes you like," Lyca said, pulling one out of his satchel. "The ones with the honey syrup." Airo took it gratefully. Lyca was the one who got supplies from the nearby village; Airo didn't like it there. He'd gone, once, and asked about his City. They'd given him an odd look, and said there hadn't been any kind of city here for decades.

But that couldn't be true.
He'd surely remember something like that.

- - - - -

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[Kusakabe]

username: :ginger:
name: Ares
prompt answer:
Ares favourite hobby is collecting frogs and various bugs. One day when Ares was along the shore line seeking unique and weird creatures when he saw a very rare and unique frog Ares had always wanted to see in person. As he looked closer it was very plump which made it even cuter then he imagined, Ares being overly excited started getting closer without being cautious of where he stepped and ended up slipping and tumbling into the water from the slippery mud, before he realized what happened the frog went on its way and Ares was unable to see the frog again. Saddened and soaking he made his way back home.
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[nermal1999]

username: nermal1999
name: Kenma
prompt answer:
I wasn't anywhere in particular.... Just out wondering, lost.
There's just to many thoughts running through my head right now so I guess I thought a walk in the rain might have done me some good.

Turns out I was wrong.

Now I only feel cold to go with my misery.
My heart feels like it's been torn to shreds, I just feel so empty.
How could this have happened? What did I do wrong?

I honestly thought we had a healthy relationship, I constantly came to see you, to spend time in your presence was all the joy I needed. So why am I walked home in the cold without you to keep me warm?
I'm just so confused and broken....I just wish a new how others coped with heartbreak so I wasn't feeling so depressed.
I can't erase the sight of your doors being closed to me out of my head. It's so bothersome.
And maybe I wouldn't be stress over it so badly if I only new why? Why were you so closed off.
All I could find was empty questions to match the emptiness that was inside me.

I truly loved you I hope you know that... And no matter what others say, I honestly don't believe I'll find someone that I love as much as I loved you... But maybe that's all talk, maybe I'll move on.
But for know I just need to get you out of my head because the pain is to much to bear.
I just hope whatever your reasons were, it was the best thing for you.
I don't mind being the one who got hurt, as long as I know that you're ok, then I will be to.
I'll just need a little more time. And who knows maybe somewhere down the line will see each other again.
But for know I will miss you with all my heart. And I will treasure every part of you that I got to know.
Even if you're wasabi was a little exstra hot then most.

So Good by my sweet sushi shop, your smoked salmon roll will forever be missed.
my heart will forever be as empty as your parking lot is today.

I will forever remember you.
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[Ki-Mono]

username: Ki-Mono
name: Tyran

prompt answer:
It was late. Crickets and frogs chirped their lullabies as the figure of Tyran wadded through the marshy water. He was doing his best to avoid it where he could (an alligator attack was not on the agenda for this evening), but being a swamp it was hard to stay out of. Heaving himself out on the other side of the bank, he let the water run-off of him naturally instead of shaking his fur dry. "No point if I gotta get back in soon" he thought. Walking a little further into the brush, mud up to his ankles, Tyran was beginning to think that this mission wasn't worth the money.
Tyran's line of work was... complicated; as he liked to put it. If he was being honest with you though, he'd tell you he was a bounty and treasure hunter combo. He's recently been given a mission to take out some low-lives down in the bayou. Tyran liked to think of himself as a just man. Only killing those that "deserved" it. These dudes seemed like pretty scummy creeps, so he didn't mind

accepting the bounty.
A mosquito whizzing by his ear broke his train of thought and brought him back to the present day. He was nearing the house he'd tracked these guys to. A single lamp hung in the window of the rickety, two-story shack. Dipping back into the water, Tyran knew the best way to sneak up would be from underneath. Once he was under the floorboards, more light could be seen, and he felt comfortable guessing there were three Kalons inside based off paw-steps. Letting out a long sigh from his nose, he thought "this is not going to be fun"...

Not long after and Tyran had what he needed to get his bounty money. Glancing into the water below, he thought twice about leaving right away. The blood from the fight had seeped down into the depths below and attracted the very scaly pals he did not want to wrestle. "This could possibly help me out..." he pondered, pushing the bodies over the porch for his new friends to feast. Watching the strong bodies tear at the water and flesh, Tyran made the decision to wait the night out in the shack until morn. Then maybe his journey back to collect his money and then get home to his wife would be safer. As he hobbled his bruised legs up the stairs, he couldn't help but think how angry his mate was gonna be when he returned home. "Poor thing worries too much" he chuckled before resting his head.

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