[allinian]

His name:

Leonidas

Story:

wip

[shadownima]

Username: Shadownima
Name: Gallic

Gallic waited patiently for the door to close, his humans were leaving and he had every intention of going out. The first day of summer meant the summer games at the park. Gallic was not going to miss that.

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Gallic was out of his bed and at the window in moments. He reached for the latch and twisted, pushed up the window and out he went. He crawled up the fire escape and scurried across the telephone line, pushing birds off as he went. He had decided to take Brie with him today, she had seemed so sad the last time they had spoken, and was determined that a day out in good company and warm weather was sure to cheer her up.

He had gone two blocks over then he saw Nestle squirrel. She was sitting on the telephone pole looking out toward the city park. Nestle must have seen Gallic heading over, she stood up and waved at the dragon. Gallic held on tight to the line as Nestle jumped on to it, he knew she would, she always did.

What is it with her and trying to knock me off?

“Hey,” Nestle greeted.

“Sup” replied Gallic as he took two steps forward on the line.

Nestle took two steps back in response and with a big smile on her fuzzy face said, “You going to the park? I think that they are having a party. I don’t know why I was not invited to it. Think I can go?”

Gallic took another step forward forcing Nestle back on to the Post, “It’s the summer festival the two-legs are having a big party over on one side of the lake, you can go and scavenge from them and steal french-fries to your hearts content. The critters are having a celebration of their own on the other side and more then likely having a lot of competitions, guys wanting to show off girls wanting to find cute guys. Critters eating food all day and we all go to the human bonfire after dark.” Gallic knew that the gluttonous squirrel would go to the humans party to find food. This girl was always hungry and had no interested in the sports of the summer festival.

“I love French Fries, I think I’m heading over to see what I can scrounge up from those messy two legs.” She exclaimed as she jumped up and cheered. Gallic took one more step forward and Nestle responded with on step back, right over the side of the pole, Gallic smirked and looked over and down to see Nestle scurrying down the pole.
Squirrels are stupid, good thing they have a sense of humor.

It was only a block more to get to Brie, her face popped out at the window as Gallic headed over, just the Pseudo he wanted to see. Her tan and white face was paler than usual, her best friend had just moved away and Brie was very torn about it. He walked over to her side and hugged her. “Want to go to the Park for the games” he asked, letting her go. “It’ll take your mind off of it, pulse, The Toads are coming to play this year.” Brie looked off in the direction of the park, it had been a while since she had gotten out, but this would be the first games without Arianna to go with. “ thought you liked The Toads, well i don't like them, but hey, I get to eat cotton candy all day.”

Brie looked over at the green Pseudo, she let out a sigh “Okay, as long as you by me food.”

“Deal” answered Gallic, and the two Pseudos headed over to the park together.

They made great time over to the Games and the vibe was awesome. Critter of all kinds gathered here for the next few days to celebrate summer and share in the fun. Gallic normally went out for one of the swimming teams but had opted out this year, his Friend needed him and she was far more important that a swimming award. Even if he loved the competition, there was always next year.

The two Pseudo enjoyed much of the day watching the games and eating. Gallic's usual team had lost this year, and dealt with the teams teasing for a little while. He promised them that he would not back out next year, and agreed that this fall they would have to take first place to make up for it.

Around lunch time the two Pseudo went over to get some fresh salads and get their faces painted. Brie had gotten whiskers, a nose and more stripes to look like a cat and Gallic now looked like a candy crocodile.

“I don’t see the difference,” Brie laughed, “you always look that funny”. Gallic, despite looking like melted gummy worm was happy to see a smile on Brie's face. He laughed at her as she rolled in the grass giggling at the painted mess he was.

As the sun fell late that day on the park the two got ready and headed over to the stage. Gallic knew that Brie could not resist listening to the band play. The Toads, were not Gallic's favorite band by no means, Gallic enjoyed the loader and fiercer bands that played in the spring and fall, But this was for Brie not him, and he knew she liked their sad and mellow songs. The rest of the night they sat and sang along to the group and afterword’s, Gallic walked Brie home.

Gallic warped Brie up in a hug before going back to his home. “Thanks for today,” she whispered, hugging Gallic back. “Not at all,” He replied releasing her and let her slide inside her window. Brie was happy for today. Gallic then smiled to himself as he saw Nestle squirrel at the post by his window with a bag full of candy.

Ding, Ding, Ding round two.

Word count: 1,000




Brie Belongs to Beatnik, i was given the okay to use her <3

[The One & Only Vapor]

His name: Kanea (Basque for "lime")
Story [max. 1,000 words]: I've always felt hunted...
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But I didn't think it was real until today...
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Now I'm running for my life...
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And I'm hoping for the day that I can rest in peace.

[plaegii]

L I N D E L L
Swedish for "lime tree"

S T O R Y
Lindell has always enjoyed his life. he's boisterous and happy, even if a bit devious. What is there to know about him? Well he loves practical jokes and thrills over the idea of anything new as is his open minded nature.

He's never been the practical or pessimistic one, unlike others. He's also never been one for learning much of anything unless he does the learning through experience. And even then does it rarely stick. No, he'd much rather make some sort of new prank bound to get him into trouble...

He's always been the odd ball, and that's the way he's come to like it.

[amamile]

ｎａｍｅ>> ᴋᴀᴏʀᴜ

ｓｔｏｒｙ>> ᴡ.ɪ.ᴘ

[tyger.]

they tell me i'm too optimistic

i ask them

that's not a bad thing, right?

and they say

exactly

because i am orion and i am
p o s i t i v e

optimism;; hopefulness and confidence about the future or the success of something

Orion was the cheerful little one ever since he was able to talk. He lit up rooms with his infectious charm and easy smile, his happy-go-lucky personality and utter inability to be angry or upset warming the hearts of all who knew him. He loved life; friends came easily, and his genuinely sweet heart was selfless and generous.

Orion was four years old when he went to see the fireworks.

They were being set off in a huge field. People and pseudodragons milled around everywhere; the rich smell of food and the peals of laughter warmed Orion's senses and made his happy face break into a huge grin.
But he could only gaze in wonder when he saw the fire. It was beautiful. Oranges and reds leaping and dancing together, twisting and blasting in a golden inferno of heat, hissing and crackling like a sleeping, smouldering dragon. The vivid colours pulsed on the dark background, the sky inky-black and covered with a soft velvet-like blanket of darkness. The first stars twinkled softly, their white glow like little fireflies, and the charred logs beneath the roaring, leaping, dancing lion that was the flames were streaked black. Their striped bodies reminded Orion of tigers; he longed to dance with the fire, to tame it to play with him.

He loved the bonfire, but the fireworks were something else entirely. They burst from the earth with a huge gunshot-like crash, making the young dragon flinch backwards, but the explosion in the skies was enough to widen his eyes and keep him staring in awe and admiration for hours afterwards. The colours exploded, so many different hues, with white and blue and red and gold. They swirled in the sky, spinning and bursting into droplets of light that fizzled down to the earth. Some fireworks crackled like rain as they burst into scarlet lights; others flashed silver before disappearing, only to explode emerald tears moments later.

Orion was transfixed. The beautiful sights around him brought tears to the pretty little boy's eyes. He gazed up at the fireworks, marvelled at the dancing flames, and felt the beginnings of a feeling that has lasted a lifetime- optimism. He lives to be positive, to make people happy. But his life is so much more than that. He knows that to truly love something, you must understand it. So Orion adores finding out about everything. Any fact, he is interested in hearing it. He hasn't lost that childlike innocence, that love of flames and light. But he understands now- if the world is to be his friend, he must first be friends with the world.

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[MothMonster]

His name: Leonidas (feel free to change)
Story [max. 1,000 words]:
Marking

[koegami]

good luck guys!

[theexileofkiem]

Name: Deku
Story [max. 1,000 words]: WIP!

[Pachoopi]

Closing this for judging. n v n <3 Sorry for the delay, I just got back last night from a day-long trip~! The winner will be announced shortly.