[chickadee;;]

With complete honesty... I feel as though I've simply been completely direspected. Someone trying out for this amazing JMD has seemed to have copied part of one of my forms for another adopt. I'm completely put off for trying for this girl now. You know who you are, please, just delete the part of the layout which you've stolen. When you compare one of my old forms to your form, it's completely obvious. ;w;

[DecafBunny]

username::
Juliet.
name::
Iced Mocha
personality::

history::

deep-dark secret::

[Kalo]

username::OwlGirlGa'Hoole

name::Zena, meaning snow

personality::Zena is quiet, and generally keeps to herself. Sometimes, she may seem cold to others, making them not want to be near her. But if you take the time to talk to her and get to know her, she opens up and blossoms like a waterlily, only showing herself to someone with kind ambitions and a beautiful heart. Around friends, Zena can be very playful, and blesses them with the rare beauty of her laugh and smile. More than anything else, she loves to fly, and feel the cool wind dancing around her wings and playing with her soft fur. With really close friends, Zena enjoys making snow and ice sculptures, and sometimes takes part in snowball fights. She is very understanding, and if you need someone to talk to for comfort or anything, really, Zena is your JMD.

history::Zena was on one of her treasured flights when she noticed a dim blue glow. What is that? She thought. She was a very skilled flyer, and gently lighted down in the cold, crunchy snow that she loved so much. Using her crystal, she gently pushed some snow aside, watching the small flurry it made. “Whoa!” she breathed. The blue glow she had seen was a lush curtain of blue glowing ivy, hanging over a small alcove. She reached out to it with her small, delicate paw. “Not hot, or cold,” she mused. She touched it, and then reeled back. The she thought for a moment. “It didn't hurt me…” She reached out again, this time pushing the ivy gently aside, then walking beneath it and into the alcove. The entire thing was lined with the same blue glow, not only in the form of ivy but of mosses and lichens, and strange gooey substances. Zena’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonderment.
“Hello,” a voice said. Zena squealed and backed into the strange walls. “Who-who are you?” she stuttered, afraid. “Might I ask, who are you?” An elderly Jewel Mane Dragon with thinning fir stepped into the blue glow. “This is my home that you have stumbled upon.” The dragon had strange jewels and fir. The jewels were a swirl of purple and black, her fur a simple, plain grey color. Zena’s eyes grew wide, but she quickly turned away, not wanting to stare. “S-sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I-I j-j-just saw this cave, a-and I was curious, and-” “Oh, no worries,” the elderly dragon soothed. “I haven’t had a visitor in quite some time. Come; share a small mouse with me.” “But, don’t you need the food?” Zena asked, her fear slowly fading. “I am growing old and tired, and this may be my last meal before my passing. I would like someone to share it with,” “Oh, okay,” said Zena. She couldn’t just leave this poor old woman alone to die in the cold. Or was it cold? Zena couldn’t really tell anymore.
The mouse was very small indeed. As the two dragons split it, young and old, Zena felt bad taking away from the old dragon’s meal. She kept quiet, though. As Zena stepped closer to the elderly dragon, the dragon winced. “Oh, are you alright?!” She asked, her voice flooded with urgency and concern. “Oh, yes, I am quite alright, thanks to you.” The dragon smiled and eerie smile, and her eyes began to glow. She laughed a cold laugh, colder than dry ice. Zena stepped back, more afraid now than ever before, her eyes wide in terror. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” The dragon cackled, growing larger and filling the cave. “You’re kindness is your greatest weakness, and for that you shall pay!” Zena screamed as the cave filled with a purple and black light. “I’m free!” The dragon cackled.
Zena woke full of pain, pain that was growing stronger. “Zena, Zena! Where are you?! Are you alright?!” Her sister called. Zena looked up to see her sister running towards her. “You were missing for a long time, and when I saw that strange light and huge dragon, well I thought- oh, Zena, I’m so glad that you’re okay!” She reached out to stroke Zenas small delicate face. The moment the two made contact, Zena cried out. The world began to fade. The white searing pain was too much. “Zena!”

deep-dark secret:: Zena is cursed. She is unable to withstand even the distant presence of another white-jeweled JMD, and only a JMD with a red jewel can soothe the pain of her own white jewel. Now all she wants is for a JMD with a red jewel to love her, a cursed dragon, for who she is.

hopes and dreams:: All Zena ever asked for was for the curse to leave her alone. All she wants is to be able to fly again without the pain of the curse. She wants another JMD to love her for who she is. Curse or no curse.

Ya, that's Zena for you! If I do end up recieving this incredible beauty, the next thing that I will do is to find a red-jeweled JMD for her. Fire and Ice.

[peppermintleo]

Dropping out. I love her, but my form isnt finished.....)

[dr. pupper]

Question-does this end CS time or..?

[extraterrestrial]

Question-does this end CS time or..?

There's no exact Time, just a day.


REMEMBER! This closes tomorrow so finish your forms.
Any WIP forms will be disqualified.

[icseal]

; m ; I might have to withdraw, since school is lagging me down and I can't finish </3

[Kalo]

Good luck everyone, and may the best entry win!

[extraterrestrial]

CLOSED
Judging will now commence.

[extraterrestrial]

--ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ
--i am cujo. but you can just call me cuje.
--ɴᴀᴍᴇ
--this lovely lady is known by the name harley dakota, though
- she is most commonly known as simply, harley.
--ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
--harley is one of those unusual types. usually found with an unreadable expression as she
--looks you over. harley is a slightly guarded girl who dislikes to show weakness in front of
--others. harley isn't just a pretty face, while graceful and beautiful she has a profound love
--of the arts. while she may be no genius at maths, science or geography, harley is brilliant
--at history. she remembers things after just hearing or reading them once, dates included.
--often when she was in school she corrected her teacher over mistakes without even looking
--up from her advanced textbooks. you could call her a genius i n the subject, many have.
--alongside history, her loves lies in art, music and literature. harley is a talented artist.
--her 'art study' is lined with hundred of full sketch pads and the wall filled with paintings
--and such. harley was taught the piano quiet young and is an excellent player, but her
--heart lies with the guitar. she loves country music; two of her favourite songs are old blue
--by the byrds and american pie by don mclean. her true talent, one not learned and not
--one paid much heed to is her love of literature. harley's record is reading fifteen books
--at any one time, each book remembered separably in her head and she wasn't even
--pushing herself. harley adores pretty much every genre of book, though her least
--favourite would, hands down, be romance. she has read from the classics of jack london
--to modern day michael grant. her favourite genre is horror, and her favourite author
--is stephen king with dean knootz and michael grant tieing in for second place. her
--''very favourites'' by these authors are: cujo by stephen king, watchers by dean knootz
--and the six books from michael grant's ɢᴏɴᴇ seires: ɢᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ, ʟɪᴇs, ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇ, ғᴇᴀʀ
--and ʟɪɢʜᴛ. her humour could be described as dark, she doesn't shy away from the evil in
--the world. her blunt views of the world and everything else make her a sort of outcast.
--she finds it hard to make friends and is slightly anti-social. to her true friends and family
--she is very protective and loyal, around them she is more witty and playful.
--ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
--a rather ordinary history for an extraordinary girl.
--harley jane dakota was born on the ninth of december at midnight during a blizzard.
--her mother was a blue jewel, her father was a white jewel and her elder brother
--jason; who would inherit their mother's blue as she their father's white. jay was her
--elder by three years. she was quick to discover her love of the arts and could often be
--found lost in some book or another. but, in truth, nothing extraordinary happened
--during her younger years. her brother found his true love, a beautiful purple jewel by
--the name of jezebel. it wasn't until they decided to go to a year long's trip to the arctic
--that her story got interesting. at the beginning of their trip, jezebel realised she was
--pregnant but refused to call the trip short. they couldn't contact home, so nobody
--knew of her pregnancy but jason and harley. she was in the late stages of pregnancy
-- when they were travelling across thin ice and it broke beneath her. they managed to pull
--her out but already she had caught hypothermia and had gone into early labour. harley
--delivered the baby boy, but shock, hypothermia and blood loss led to jezebel's death
--mere seconds after his arrival. heartbroken, jason denied his son. the three were attacked
--some hours later by three large wolves, and jason sacrificed himself by leading them
--out onto the same, thin ice. harley likes to believe he is still alive, as he was a blue jewel
--and could breath under water.
--ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
--"he is not my son."
--some years earlier ...
--"brother! we cannot keep going like this!"
--the male twisted towards her, amber eyes dead. harley shook
--her head, unable to believe those eyes belonged to her brother.
--the male turned silently back to trudge on through the snow. the
--infant in harley's arm stirred but was otherwise silent. it scared
--her how cold the baby boy was. "please, jason ... your son is dying."
--the male froze. "my ... son?" he laughed in such an icy cruel way which
--made harley's blood turn to ice. "my child died before he was born,
--within his mother from the icy waters she fell into." he let out a choked
--sob at this. harley had never felt so alone, but the boy in her arms depended on her.
--she walked behind her brother in silence, using her white jewel to soften the blizzard
--which was raging around them. it was some time later before she spoke again. "you
--realise it's not his fault ... don't you, jay?" this time, jason did not reply.
--for hours it seemed they walked like that and it wasn't until she walked into jason
--that she realised he had stopped. "brother?" he hissed a shush at her, eye's
--staring into the distance. she frowned, hurt and confused she was ready to snap when
--they appeared. there was only three of them, but they were the largest wolves harley
--had ever seen - has ever seen. all white, all largere than a grizzly bear at least,
--their almost-fake-looking golden eyes locked onto them. jason stood defensively before
--her and his nameless son. "run!" harley didn't need to be told twice. behind her,
--the silence broke with the snarls of the wolves and the snarls of her brother. then she
--heard the crack. horrified, she turned to see her brother and the wolves out on
--the thin ice. her eyes met with her brother, who had a weak smile for her. his blue
--jewel stood out against the ice as if to give her comfort before it cracked and the four
--individuals on top were trapped in the icy waters below as the ice float turned over.
--the ice float bobbed for a moment before it stilled, like nothing had ever happened.
--harley collapsed,holding the child tightly against herself. using her jewel to hold off the
--storm just around them in their own private bubble she broke down in tears.
--upon her arrival home she informed others of the loss of her brother and his mate. she
--didn't, however tell them the child in her arms was their orphaned son. no, she claimed the
--boy as her own. and if anyone was to ask about the father she would politely inform them
--she didn't wish to speak about him. nobody know's the truth, not even the boy she
--raised as her son.

CONGRATS<3

The winner would have been Flowerdust as her form was so pretty to look at but there was not a secret, the base of the contest.
Plus I just fell in love with the personality and secret of this form, CONGRATS!