[WitchHazel]

Just a reminder that this ends tomorrow at cs rollover! If you've got forms to finish, make sure you get them done before then c:

[Fo55il]

I'd like to adopt!
Username: Fo55il
Name: Boniface
Gender: Male (He/him , they/them)
Prompt:
“I’m not ready for this, father.” he softly said.
The Prince, soon to be king, looked down at his father. Who was now bedridden. It was tough times for the Kingdom. The King was falling behind on his duties and the Prince was quite inexperienced still.

“You are.” The old king responded, “The stars have told me. I have talked to your mother in my dreams and she, and those before us, told me you will be a great successor.”

The Prince stared hard at the wall across from him. It was decorated with portraits of his family. Him, his mother and father. He sometimes wished he could turn back time to what he was seeing in these portraits.
A life without worry and responsible.

“Boniface..” his father’s raspy voice pulled him back to reality, “... You will lead with great fortune. Your mother and I are both confident in you. We trust in you to further this kingdom.”

Boniface swallowed hard, finding it difficult to keep his voice leveled, “Yes, Father. I-I understand.”

His father reached up and gently touched his son’s cheek with a soft paw, his fur was a dull silver color. Showing old age.
There were no words shared between the two, as the father and son gave each other one final, silent goodbye.

***

Boniface didn’t dream after his father’s departure. He couldn’t. Each time he closed his eyes, he was met with darkness.
A void of nothingness as he slept. It was difficult without Father’s guidance.

When morning came, Boniface woke up. Getting out of his bed and drawing the curtains open. Pausing for a moment to watch the sun rise between the twin peaks in the far distance.

A knock pulled him away from the sight.
“You may enter.” he called out, turning to face whoever entered.

“Good morning, Sire.” the lambicorn bowed slightly, “Have your dreams guided you?”

The King tensed, and he shook his head, “No, no they have not. Once again, a night only filled with darkness.”

The royal helper’s face fell a bit, “Oh, sire. I’m certain you will have your dreams soon.”

Boniface didn’t respond as he strode past the royal helper, his head lowered and his shoulders hunched. He did not look like a ruler at all. And the fact that he did not dream, didn’t help his reputation at all.
He sometimes thought his father just tried to hype him up for nothing. Even as a child he struggled to dream. But it at least was something.

As he went around his royal duties, his mind continued to wander away. He wondered how he would ever hold his father’s name, and how he was going to rule this Kingdom without worry. All of these thoughts made him stressed and tired. Which made him snap to other’s on multiple occasions.

When out in the plaza. A stand caught his attention. A kind lambicorn seated behind it. Herbs that helped with things such as anxiety and muscle ache.
It clearly drew him in. And he walked away with Lavender and Chamomile (he planned to make tea with it.).

***

When night fell once more, the King brewed himself the tea out of the Chamomile he bought and went to the treasure room, searching for something. His mother’s gemstone collection.
When he found it, tucked away neatly behind some old books that have records of the history of the kingdom. He opened it and picked out a dusty Lepidolite.

He then went to clean it, so that it attracts positive energy. It was small enough to fit comfortably under his pillow.
Something had urged Boniface to keep the curtains open for the night, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a clear sky tonight. The Moon and the stars being clearly seen. After a few heartbeats of gazing out, Boniface fell asleep.

***

When he awoke, he was greeted with a soft hum. A voice so soft, it nearly put him back to sleep. The King shook his head, and lifted himself to his feet, turning around as he took in his surroundings.
The ground beneath his feet was an endless void, scattered with small gemstones. They seemed to be a mix of Moonstones, and Amethysts.
And Lavender sprouted proudly from them.

Boniface carefully followed along the path that was laid out, all the way to a cliffside, where the darkness scattered with gemstones faded out. To a sunset and long grass.
The salty air of the sea made him step up to the very edge of the cliffside, hearing the waves crash down against the base of the cliff.
All the stress, and the sadness of Boniface faded away.

He never got to see the world outside the Kingdom, besides when he visited the neighbouring ones. And this sight he saw before him was certainly not one that he has seen before.

“Lovely, isn’t it?” came a soft voice from behind.
Boniface turned, looking at the source of the voice. It was his mother.

His shocked face quickly turned into an expression of joy as the two nuzzled each other in greeting.
“Mom!” he uttered as tears of joy sprang from his eyes.

The older lambicorn smiled, “Hello, dear..”
She shushed him before he could say another word, knowing it would lead to tears.
“I know it’s been difficult for you, but look how far you’ve come.” she cooed at him. Cupping his cheeks in her paws.

The King stayed quiet, as he listened. Often blinking away the tears that were close to falling.

“But we’re watching you and we’re so proud of you.” she said, “Come, let’s watch the sunset, shall we?”

She smiled as she turned back to the direction of the sea. And Boniface followed suit. Surprised to be met with not a sea, but a meadow, blooming with flowers. He watched as the sun started to sink lower and lower. Before finally vanishing.

His expression was that of wonder as he watched the flowers finally open up as the moon rose. And small little bugs, fireflies perhaps, came from them. Fluttering around the meadow.
He said nothing as he watched this happen before him.

The fireflies bundled up, before departing slowly as another lambicorn strode out from it. It was his father. And Boniface could no longer contain his tears as he weeped at the sight of both his parents returning.

He was immediately met with comfort, and encouraging words as they cleared away his tears. And he looked up to the former two respected rulers.
Both were smiling at him. Unconditional love in their eyes.

***

Boniface jostled awake. Taking a deep breath as he squinted at the rays of sun falling onto his face. He looked around, finding the empty cup next on his bedside table and the gemstone under his pillow.
But his parents were gone.

His face looked surprised, shocked even as he realized what had happened. He dreamed. He dreamed for the first time in years.
And his parents were there to greet him.
He swallowed a bit, feeling a bittersweet emotion along with excitement. He couldn’t believe it. They were there, it meant it was a brighter future for the Kingdom and him.

When the Royal helper finally came in for the day, to ask that question. He nodded.
“Indeed, indeed I did.” he responded, a small smile on his face. “And with it I can bear the news that the Kingdom will have a bright future.”

***

Boniface smiled as he watched the Kingdom prepare for the upcoming festival. It was another successful harvest this season. And he walked amongst his people with his head held high and in a proud stance.
All thanks to the King’s dreams. Dreams that were filled with signs to help him grow and his Kingdom prosper. Dreams where he could see his mother and father again.

Boniface had those wonderful dreams and finally he believed in his father’s words all those years ago.

[Freindlypandas]

I'd like to adopt!
Username: Freindlypandas
Name: Himalaya (Goes by Layan or Laya)
Gender: Male
Prompt:

Layan's gaze flickered around the frozen room, with its ice coated walls, trying to avoid his father's gaze. Finally, unable to bear the tension anymore, he flicked his tail and looked up at his father, who was sitting on a tall golden throne, looking condescendingly down at everyone, but mostly at Layan. Shoulders tense, he narrowed his red eyes and glared at King Andrew, who went by King Andes. "What is it you need?" Laya said with a hint of a growl.

King Andes didn't respond for a brief. He absolutely adored keeping his subjects on his toes, full of suspense and unaware of what he'd say next. Finally, he said, "I know what you did." At those words, Laya froze, nearly as still as the ice palace he was in, frantically thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days, wondering what in the world King Andes had found out about, and called him into his throne room for. King Andes never called for anyone in the kingdom unless it was serious. The last time it had happened, the Lambicorn was sent into the snowy mountaintops for a quest, and was never seen again.

"W-what?" Layan managed, trying not to look as startled as he was. With a single graceful bound, King Andes leapt from his seat and landed in front of his son. As much as he tried not to show it, Laya was incredibly intimidated by his own father. Extremely petrified. He rarely ever saw him, King Andes always spent his time with his council, discussing new things for the kingdom, and never had time for him; so he barely even knew what he was like, aside from the fact he could be terrifying.

Andes flicked an ear, and the other council members and the room hastily departed, not knowing what was going to happen. "Where have you been, the last few days?" King Andes growled in a low tone. "The guards reported seeing you slip through a hole in the wall of ice. Where are you going? Who are you seeing?"

Now, Layan was completely mortified. Those trips outside- he had forgotten about them. He shook his head once, not letting his guard slip down. "It's not what you think... I- I found a baby animal. I couldn't just abandon it." Pulling his tail closer to him, he attempted to hide the nervous twitching his tail was doing, to no avail.

"Lies." King Andes snarled. The last thing Layan saw before everything going dark was his father darting towards him, dark red eyes full of fury.

...

Himalaya woke up in cold sweat, wide eyes nearly glowing in the darkness. After taking a couple breaths, he relaxed, relieved it was all a dream and nothing more, and that his... secret would still remain to be one. Rolling over, he closed his eyes and strained to fall asleep again, into a more peaceful dream.




For context: Layan has only seen his father occasionally in the halls of the palace, and every single time he always looks incredibly imposing and grand. He has never actually seen the softer side of King Andes, and since he's been keeping quite a few secrets from everyone in the palace, he often has incredibly vivid nightmares of them finding out.

[WitchHazel]

And this is now closed!
I'll get to work judging forms and have results up by tomorrow at the latest c:

[WitchHazel]

Wow, everyone put a lot of effort into your prompt responses and such! I enjoyed reading them all; great job <3
This lambicorn will be going home with Fo55il! I really loved your story c:

I will also be awarding two runner-ups - one to rem sleep and one to Gremlin! I'll get to work on 'em as soon as possible c: