[Kenn]

that'd be great.
thank you so much if you decide to do so! :0

If you or someone else isnt able to get it done I will extend it to the 10th at most so long as one person PMs me.

[Dreamie]

okay. fair enough. <:

[Kenn]

Extended until December 10th at 11:59 PM EST

[Hirrrio]

ᑌᔕᗴᖇﬡᗩᗰᙓ
Hɪʀʀʀɪᴏ
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"Cᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ & Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ"

"Sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ... Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ?"

'Wᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴜɴ.' I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜsʏ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴅɪɴɢ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɪɴɢ. Sᴏ I ʀᴀɴ, ʀᴀɴ ᴀs ꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀs ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴍᴇ. Sᴏᴏɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴡᴀs. I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. Wʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ? Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ꜰʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴏʀᴇ sɪɢɴs? Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ? Aʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ.  Sᴏ I ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, 'Hᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss Aᴡᴀɪᴛs' ᴏɴ ɪᴛ. I ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ. Sᴏᴏɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ. I ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ɢʀᴀss ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, "Sᴏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ." I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀs ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ. I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴇʏᴇs.

Tʜᴇɴ I ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ... I ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. I ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. I ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ. I sᴀᴡ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴘɪɴᴋ, ʙʟᴜᴇ, ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ! I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ. "Mʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ!" I sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ. I ᴘʀᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ sᴘᴀʀᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴄɪᴛʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛs, ᴏʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ sɪɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs.

Wʜᴇɴ ɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs, ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ. Wᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ɴᴏᴡ. I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ. I ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sʜᴏᴘ. "Mʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.." I ᴍᴜʀᴍᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ.  I ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɪʀ. I ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇᴀᴛs. I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ. Oʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ sᴍᴇʟʟ. I ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, I sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ sᴀᴡ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ. I sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ. "I ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss.." I ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ...

[Rakkun]

Username; Rakkun
Name; Reginald Rumperbuff
Response:

[ continuation of second prompt ]

As the lamb crossed my mind once more I came to realize that I needed to find it. Taking a cheap camera and a small backpack with me back to the place I first encountered the creature I began my search. It had been quite a long time and the grass around the clearing had grown unruly and thorny. The grass pricked at my fur as I attempted to push past it. As I glanced about there was no sign at all of the strange lamb that I had seen before. Fighting the tall grass I pressed the blades to the ground and found myself searching the roots of the plants for anything. I was sure that before I came that there would have been no trace of the animal. I couldn't deny that I had thought about coming back here many times. I used to follow the trail and stare off into these woods thinking I might come to find the animal again. I paused my shuffling through blades of grass and laid myself down on the grass. Looking up to the leaves on the trees I began to relax my breathing.

[ᴅ ᴇ s ᴛ ɪ ᴇ ʟ]

Username; Destiel
Name; Samantha Ray

The wind battered Samantha's fur and her breath came out as short whips of fog.
The rubble had been tossed and turned over again to find any signs of life on the barren land.
The only sound to come from the new comers was their short whips or yelps of pain as they land a paw in the wrong spot.
Samantha, the fluffy Kalon, was ahead of all the ones, a small medical bag slung around her shoulder.
She was a army medic, one of the first females ones as well. She tried so hard to get into the army program and is using her time well trying to rescue as many Kalons as possible.
She strained her muscles, trying not to collapse onto her paws. Fatigue had washed over the workers as they dug through the ruble, ears perked and straining to hear any shifts in the rubble or cries.
But thats when Sam heard it, a muffled yelp had emerged from the rubble behind her and she dove into the rocks with a "oof!"
Frantically she dug, unburying the dirtied kalon, who was holding their bloodied arm and staring at their scratched leg, a small dripped of blood ran from their forehead as well.
"We'll get you out man.." she murmured, wrapping the kalons arm with a bandage whilst digging in her bag quickly for a small shot of plasma. The Kalon has grunted a "okay" and tried to haul himself over to one of the male medics. "Hey!" she yelped, masking the hurt that lingered in her eyes.
This seamed to happen each time to went out on a trip, someone had always wanted to avoid the female medic.
But she trudged through it, she would make sure that everyone would be equal someday, even if all she thought she was was a dishonored army medic, she really was a very courageous girl indeed.

[shoelaces]

Username; lochnessgoat
Name; Magnus
Response: (400 word limit)
( sorry it seems more like the last prompt! )

Magnus visited the forest he had been to so many nights before. He couldn't get the thought of going back and finding out more about the forest out of his head, so he decided to go back. He decided to go out in the middle of the night, which now seemed pretty foolish and dumb of him now. He entered the forest, which was oddly less gloomy than the first time he had come back. Small lights danced through the inky dark forest, before one landed on his shoulder. He carefully plucked it from his shoulder and put it down into his open paw
“Aren’t you quite the beauty!” He complimented them, though he wasn’t sure they’d understand. It was very small, and resembled a deer, except with a tail so bright it could be a star, and a pair of translucent white butterfly wings. The wings looked very fragile, and as if they could barely lift up a feather. Though as he let it join the rest of the lights in the forest, it flew so quickly and effortlessly.
He left them in peace, as they clearly weren’t interested in him. He kept adventuring the forest, his world tumbled before him. Or was it him who was stumbling? Yep. Magnus looked behind him, seeing that his foot had gotten trapped in a wide rabbit hole. He wiggled his foot free, and was rubbing the dirt off himself. He was not too busy not to notice the small dragon like creature behind him, crawling out of the hole. He looked towards it, with a horrified expression until he realized, it was just a rabbit.. with wings? Instead of front legs there were small dragon like wings. He bent down, rubbing the soft floppy ears of the rabbit-dragon. He reached his paw down for them to sniff, it’s nose twitched for a minute or two. It suddenly stopped and looked up into the trees.
“What’s wrong little bunny?” He asked curiously. Morning light snuck through the leafy branches of the trees. The bunny flew up in surprise, alarm showing in their small face and their twitching nose as they gestured towards a stone path, he was guessing for him to leave. He took this seriously, just trusting the small creature for whatever reason. Magnus knew he’d come another night, to see the magical creatures again.

[skywishes01]

username || skywishes01
name || troy
response || 376 words

Adventure. The word was used so often in his life, it almost sounded boring. It was comparable to the lengthy dossiers he had to read, or a particular uninteresting briefing- though at this point in his career, there were precious few things that still interested him. Been there, done that, you know?

If there were ever to be a brochure advertising his line of work, ‘adventure’ would be left, right and center on it. ‘Adventure’, ‘possibly illegal skills’ and ‘extremely dangerous’ - they’d be the main selling points for an undercover life. And kids would still sign up. Just like he had. And yes, he’d been hungry for some fun, but that wasn’t the main reason he joined the intelligence force. Really, he just wanted to be the best at everything- and spies were exactly that.

He’d seen quite a few recruits like him in the force. Determined and steady, those kids were the ones that always topped their training classes, always stayed up late to check and recheck information, always tried their hardest at anything new the bureau threw at them. He felt proud, like a mama bird, watching the recruits from afar. More people like him in the world could only be a good thing.

As much as he loved the little Troys, he had to admit that they weren’t the biggest group. That title would go to a pretty different group – the curious ones. The ones who wanted to walk a different path from everyone else just to see what they’d find along the way. The ones who’d also sweat and toil and stay up late, but not to be the best- simply to see where they could go. To be honest, he didn’t completely understand those types of people; who would not have perfection as their main goal?

Maybe if he spent a little physical time with those recruits, he’d empathize with them better. That was actually something he’d never done before. But even though it was a new experience, the idea of hanging around people who didn’t understand half the things around them had never really appealed to him.

And even if he was done with adventuring, even if his curiosity was pretty much dead, he had better things to do.

[Fyrvi]

Username: Fyrvi
Name: Leon
Response: 400 Words

"Dunmore Cave: the Cave of the Alder Trees!"

The elderly Kalon's voice echoed clearly. He stood proudly at the entrance of the cave, admiring the view. Beside him was a kit who was barely reaching the age of teenage years. Then the elder continued into the dark mouth, followed by the kit. The sun would be gone in an hour, so both carried lanterns for light.

"It took us a day's trek to get here," the elder began. "Would you be okay if we spent the night inside, Leon?"

Leon nodded, a little too out of breath for words.

"But we still have time to have fun," he quickly reassured. "I mean, look at these calcite formations!" The Kalon gestured to the richly textured walls.

"Yeah, but... Professor Donahue, do you want to hear a story? I heard Vikings came here and Aithbel defeated the Lord of the Mice and fairies used to—"

"Leon, we're here for science, not fairy tales," Donahue chastised. "I don't discourage 'history' as a pastime, but now is not the time..." His apprentice looked hurt, so he managed a brisk apology. "My sister raised a bright Kalon, and as your uncle, I'll teach you how the world works."

"Okay."

The reply was unsatisfying, but he started to talk about the geology anyway, periodically asking questions. To his surprise, Leon answered all of them correctly, so the questions dwindled until Donahue was only lecturing.

Leon walked a few paces behind him with a blank stare. He was exhausted; surely it was late. The path split in two, and Donahue turned left. He would have continued to follow but caught a glimpse of... a tail? Down the right path was the tip of a giant feline tail, glowing and translucent. Leon looked back at his teacher, then silently slipped away. He didn't need to hear how limestone forms again.

The cat-beast ran faster after Leon pursued it. Soon the two were racing deeper into the cave. Suddenly it dissolved into thin air, causing Leon to fanatically skid to a stop. He ended up in a chamber, but there was something odd. It looked... too perfect. Fairies appeared; they were the ones who had swept the fallen rocks away. He thought they looked like the cat-beast, ethereal and graceful. A few beckoned him to join their dance. The Kalon smiled, considering their offer, and leaped into the clearing.

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Good luck guys~