[koegami]

I'dlove to enter, i just never finished the story. I don't mind a 1-2 day extension if that's Alright with you

[Beatnik]

unless i have at least 3 votes soon, this closes

Pachoo extends and Judges: 1
I end it and judge now: 3

[Rhys~]

I'll vote that it ends now

[Apexx]

I vote that you end it..

[BecNessMonster]

I vote that it ends now :3

[Beatnik]

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Username:
rycia.
Name:
Molly
Gender:
female
Other character: (Preferably a reference! owo)
My Siren. uWu
Story:
Molly lifted her head to look out of the bus, the sun hit her eyes making her blink. Riding the bus was her favorite, not because their were endless colonies of cigarette butts, or more dirt than people in the city. But because she had fond memories of her mother taking her on this bus.

The bus hit a bump, sending her forward in her seat, jutting her from her thoughts. The driver tapped his cigarette of the steering wheel before pulling the lever to open the door. A burly man which a large mustache entered the bus, smirking like he'd just won the lottery. Which he hadn't, he had been invited to play poker, and had high hopes of winning. Though it was obvious he wouldn't, he lost every time.

Molly studied the passengers who got on the bus, one by one pushing their way down the aisle, hoping to avoid the seats will spills from soft drinks, or things that toddlers had left one the seat. One woman brought three kids on the bus, struggling to get them down the aisle without disturbing the other passengers, failing miserably.

On child started crying, another started scooping up cigarette butts by the handful and putting them in his pocket, and another laid on the floor in an attempt to press his mother buttons. The mother of the children threatened to leave them on the bus, and that got them moving, somehow, she wrangled them all into a seat, without any major injuries.

Finally, the last passenger entered the bus. He was tall, with a slim build, and a charming smile. All of the seats happened to be taken, except one. His eyes trailed to the seat next to Molly. He made his way over to her, narrowly avoiding the cereal that a man had spilled and not bothered to clean up.

"May I sit here?" His voice surprised Molly, it was more child-like than his appearance could lead someone to believe.
"Sure." She said, glancing at him, making sure not to look to long. As not to stare. He wore a brown sweater, blue jeans, and black leather boots. A rather feminine look, that she avoided pointing out.

"Are you from around here?" he asked, sparking a conversation that she had hoped to avoid.
"Yes. I live near the river." she suddenly spilled out, silently scolding herself for being a blabbermouth.
"I'm moving here. I want to be a swimmer." he motioned toward his tail, "Hence the gear I already posses." he added laughing at his own, lame joke.

"Are you rich?" she asked, unaware that maybe that was a private question.
"No." he paused before throwing his head back in laughter. "Why would you think that?"
"You're so... Blue."
"I've never heard that before..."
"Well, you are."
WIP.

ewe omg the writing is sooo nice! A little confusing though. You detailed the bus driver better than you did your own character. I didn't know it was your character until they were talking about his tail. Besides that, I wish I had more on the interaction between the two characters. ;w;

Username
BecNessMonster

Name
Evo

Gender
male

Other character
Ryan The Mad Scientist :3

Story
Ryan Walked down the street, heading home after school, it was a simple and boring day, he guessed that he aced his math exam, he wasn't watching where he was talking and tripped, he hit the ground with a thud. "ow what was that!" he said to him self and turned over to look what what he tripped on, he backed up quickly when he spotted the purple dragon, "what is that" he said quite surprised, the purple dragon turned around and looked at him, it stood up on its hind legs to look at him,
"that hurt you know, the least you could say is sorry!" he spat and went back on all fours, Ryan blinked and nodded and looked at the purple dragon which had a bunch of purple dots on it,
"sorry, that was impolite of me, im Ryan" he said offering a hand to shake then hesitated about it because it was a dragon, the dragon shrugged and shook it with a tiny claw,
"nice to meet you Ryan, I am Evo" he said and sat back, and so did Ryan,
"ok so what are you, like you look like a dragon or a reptile judging by the scales, are you one of those Pseudodragons that i keep hearing about on the internet" he asked curious to know, Evo rolled his eyes,
"yeah of coarse I am dummy!" he spat, Ryan frowned, from what he knew these dragons where often owned by humans,
"wait if you are, then where is your owner, shouldn't you have one because we are no where near the amazon, ermm or thats what the internet says" he said thinking about what this could mean, he wondered what his parents would do if he brought this tiny dragon home with him,Evo sighed
"I hated the human, kept me locked up, and woah some white lab coat, so I just sliped threw the bars and poof im here" he said with a shug, Ryan bit his lip, he wondered which one of the fellow members of the Mad Science community it was, probable the legit mad ones, "what if I told you I was one of those men in white coats, just a nicer one that hangs out with a talking white rabbit who is lonely and needs some friends" he asked Evo. Evo looked at him then at the ground
"sure if love to join you" he said with a slight grin,
"oh i never asked if you wanted to come with me" Ryan snickered playing some simple mind game, evo frowned
"ok then I would love to join you if that is what you where telling me" he said and ryan laughed "Then let us be on our merry way" he laughed offering a arm, Evo Climbed up his arm and rested along ryans shoulders, as Ryan walked home.

ewe omgomg so cutttteeee. I do love the shy characters or the ones who fumble over what they say and an irritated, kind of impatient character. I love the interaction, but I think the end was too rushed and the Pseudo's personality changed just to end it. ;w; It was a quick contest though. Well, you did a nice job with interaction none-the-less and there are only some grammar errors.

Username: Sooty owl
Name: Mulik
Gender: male
Other character: Coen, a Male wallaby ranging from 12 inches. So he's quite as big as this Pseudo.
Story:
Air pulsed in and out of the lungs of a small Wallaby, the tall grasses being pushed back as he propelled herself forward; his eyes wide open- ears pricked. His midnight slits expanded as he adjusted to the dark. He was tense, for he had spotted a like-so enemy on Wallaby territory. His territory. Suddenly hearing a rustle; a purple tail following, he put on a extra burst of energy. He had a plan.
Coen, as the Wallaby was labeled, doubled back towards the enemy. Hind legs ready to pounce? Check. Enemy spotted? Uh-oh.
Coming to a abrupt halt, he skittered to a stop in the dust. Muttering angrily, he looked around.
Until.. AHHHHHHHHH!
Coen, struck with fear didn't move in time as the large figure barreled toward him, pinning him down. "Got you, got you!" it said. He stared at the strange figure, taking a moment to let it all sink in- purple, giraffe like markings- and a green mane decorated this predator!! What was next? Hedgehogs falling from the sky? He kicked the furred reptile off with a strong kick of his hind legs. Coen hissed, not knowing what to think of the unlikely visitor. The Pseudo-dragon shrunk down in fear, though Coen refused to let his guard up. It could all be a trick. The Pseudo-dragon then spoke. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.. I was just curious." his voice sounded scared and Coen loosened. "Well you didn't have to come into my territory, right?" he said. " The Pseudo-dragon sat down, taking a non-threatening pose. "I had no choice. These long-legs with sticks threatened our family. We we're all lured in, and next thing you know I was separated from my family, and dropped off here. I was taken in this wooden box thing" he said, cocking his head. "How'd you get out then? Where's your family now? And why'd you tackle me??!" he questioned. He wouldn't let a trespasser go off easily. "The box was loosened when I fell from the sky, I think. So I broke the box easily. I don't know. I thought you we're playing a game, you we're moving like stealth!" he said. "Alrighty then." Coen let his guard down completely, though he asked a simple question before departure.
"Whats your name?"
"Mulik"
And that was that.

The interaction doesn't go terribly in depth and it feels more like the pseudo is in a panic and doesn't show their actual personality. I feel I got more about the wallaby than I did about the Pseudodragon. ;w;

Username:
booklover789

Name:
Simeon Wasaki Sophocles

Nickname:
Cricket

Gender:
Male

Other character:
Hellfire, my Neko Kami.

Story:
He smiled, racing away with a drumstick clasped between his jaws. Behind him raced a Neko Kami, literally flaming in anger. Flames leapt off of his pelt and lit upon the houses that Simeon raced past. His eyes glowed glowed in anger, tiny red sparks flying from them. His horns were also burning, as were the feathers that adorned his grey, furry body. His paws glowed as flames licked at them, getting larger the more angry he became. "Get back here, thief!" he roared, racing after the lithe, purple Pseudodragon. When Simeon glanced back, he caught a glimmer of the Neko Kami's fish, flipping about angrily within its body. He already knew that the fish took the place of the creatures' hearts, and if they were ever removed from the Neko Kamis, they would die, but he planned on using this knowledge to his advantage.
He turned and raced down a back alley, leaping over trash cans and old abandoned cardboard boxes, skirting newspapers and napkins that littered the brick road. He smiled, leaping into the air and grabbing hold of a clothesline with his claws, hanging there as he watched the Neko Kami race underneath, still searching for him.
He dropped to the ground, smiling as he curled up around the drumstick. He dug into it, tearing off chunks of meat and scarfing them down. Suddenly, he realized he was feeling very warm, almost hot, and in the cold environment he was in, this was odd. He looked up, and his yellow eyes locked onto flaming ones, yellow, orange, and red swirling around angrily in the Neko Kami's gaze. He snarled. "What do you think you're DOING, stealing MY food?" he hissed.
Simeon shrugged. "I'm hungry. I'll give it back, if you want me to, since you DID catch me. Most can't even chase after me for that long, let alone catch me in the end. I'm too clever," he said, smirking.
The Neko Kami lunged at him, scaring him off. The wolf-like being leaned down and ripped all the meat off of the bone in one swift motion. The bone was left on the ground, completely clean. With one swallow, the meat was gone. His eyes narrowed. "You clearly have no idea who I am."
"Nope," said the pseudodragon, shrugging. "Never seen you 'round these parts."
"I make it a habit to stay away from others."
"Why show yourself to me, then?"
"You STOLE my FOOD."
Simeon shrugged. "True that."
"And you don't seem to ashamed of your act."
"Why should I be? I'm too poor to get food, and no one is willing to hire me."
"No one is willing to give you a job because you're surly and you sass others."
Simeon's eyes narrowed. "You really want to insult me?" he asked, his feathery crust standing on end.
"Oh please," said the Neko Kami. "You don't scare me, you MORTAL."
Simeon frowned, now confused. "Everyone's mortal."
"Not me. I can't die, you puny little being."
"Who did you say you were, again?"
"Hellfire. My master is Hades, the god of the Underworld - but right now, he's not around. And what he doesn't know can't hurt him." He smiled, his entire body bursting into flame. "And fire is one of the easiest ways to hurt someone, anyway."
Simeon's eyes widened as he tore off in the opposite direction, throwing glances over his shoulder every so often to make sure he had really left Hellfire in the dust. After ten minutes, he slowed down enough to catch his breath.
Hellfire leapt out of an alley, snarling. "Can't escape!"
Simeon jumped in fright, racing off once again, Hellfire at his heels.
The Neko Kami soon overtook Simeon and leapt at him, bowling him over. Head over heels they tumbled, further and further into town. Finally they came to rest against a barrel, which immediately burst into flames.
Simeon wasn't burning, oddly, even with the flames from the Neko Kami licking at his scales.
"Hm," said Hellfire, getting up off of the pseudodragon. "Odd. My prey are generally dead by now." He leaned closer to the pseudodragon, sniffing him. "Ah, you have oil. Normally oil is very flammable, but yours doesn't seem to be...not, yet, anyway." He smiled. "Given enough flame, you WILL die."
Simeon swallowed nervously. "Pyromaniac, are you?"
"I love the rush it gives me." He leapt back, and then raced over to a nearby house, and simply stood in front of it, the flames from his tail licking at the straw until they ignited. "Now, watch 'em run," he said, a wicked smile on his face.
Out tumbled three children and their parents. The mother picked up her youngest child and the father picked up their pet pseudodragon and the twins. They raced off just in time, as their house exploded minutes later.
Simeon stared at the scene in shock.
Hellfire laughed. "Oh, I just LOVE to see them run!"
"You're cruel!" Simeon spat, looking at the Neko Kami before him. "I thought your kind were supposed to be caring, helping humans and other creatures in need!"
"Oh, that all depends upon which god the Neko Kami serves. And I happen to serve the most evil god of all: Hades. Oh, we both have such a sense of humor - he makes me laugh, and I make him laugh." Throwing a fireball from his paw, he watched as it exploded a nearby butcher shop. "Trust me, pseudodragon, you haven't seen ANYTHING yet."
"What can I do to stop you?" he hissed.
"Nothing." Hellfire's lips curled up in a smile as his eyes blazed with fury.

For weeks after that, Simeon tried everything he could to stop Hellfire. He dumped a bucket of water on the wolf, but his efforts were not rewarded - the Neko Kami's flames kept burning. And with every failed attempt, Hellfire would give him another clue about himself. "Oh, my flames don't go out until I die for real, someday when my God no longer needs me...which will probably be never."
"I may take orders from Hades, but I still have the option of not following them and going down my own path."
"The destruction I create isn't eternal, for we are not in an eternal world. The fires will die, the ashes strewn across the land by the wind. But my flames will NEVER be snuffed out."
"Hades has never controlled me, and he never will. I make my own decisions."
Once, Simeon watched as Hellfire hunted down a small child and pinned her to the ground. He snarled, and she screamed, but her eyes were glazed over. Simeon knew that interrupting their interaction could kill the child, so he waited patiently on the sidelines.
The child screamed, thrashing about as she yelled for her parents.
When Hellfire let her up, her tears had dried, but a look of sorrow and loneliness was still present on her face as she stumbled off.
Simeon launched himself at Hellfire, landing atop his back. "What did you do to her?" he hissed into the wolf's ear.
Hellfire bucked him off as easily as if he'd been a fly. He then laughed. "I gave her an illusion that she believed."
Simeon quickly put two and two together, and knew what the evil Neko Kami had done. "You monster. You made her believe her family is dead. Where will she go? What will she do, now?! Don't you see how young and helpless she is?!"
"Oh, why do you care?" he threw back, swinging a paw at Simeon's head.
Simeon tumbled over, landing with his legs splayed out. He felt dizzy, and couldn't stand right away. By the time he stood up, the Neko Kami had already gone off.
From that day on, Simeon went from town to town, helping those that Hellfire had harmed or hurt. He swore that he'd get back at the Neko Kami for all that he'd done wrong, and with every passing day, he got closer to that mark. But with all the unsuccessfl encounters with Hellfire, Simeon was starting to feel downtrodden. One day, he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, following the sound of screaming and the smell of smoke. Once he'd reached the city, Hellfire was long gone, a land of destruction in his wake. After helping the elderly get to saftey, Simeon looked in the back alleys for children who often hid there. He found a young girl with sandy blonde hair, bent over double and crying.
He slowly padded towards her, and rubbed up against her leg. "It's okay," he said, trying to calm the child.
She reached down and took him into a hug so tight he could barely breathe.
She murmured, "Thank you, puppy."
He sighed, smiling as he rolled his eyes. Children never know what I am.
She set him down and patted his head. "Come," she ordered as she got up and plodded off towards the city.
He followed, close at her heels.
She led him to an underground bunker where her family were waiting, huddled around in a circle, blankets draped over their backs to ward off the cold. The mother's head snapped up, and when she looked at the child, her eyes filled with tears. She raced over, scooping the child up in a hug.
Simeon smiled, nodding as he turned and made his way up the stairs again.
"Wait!" called the mother. She handed the pseudodragon a slip of paper. On it was an address. "Go there and help the woman."
He nodded, taking the slip in his mouth and exiting the bunker.
He quickly found the home - the only one intact amongst the flames that scorched the city. He knocked, and a woman creaked open the door carefully. Gasping in shock, she grabbed the purple pseudodragon and pulled him inside, locking and bolting the door once she'd slammed it shut.
Simeon studied the woman, noticing her brown hair and old jeans. She wore a maroon sweatshirt, and had Carmex lip balm in her pocket. Her brown eyes sparkled as she spoke to the pseudodragon. "Come, I have some others you can help." She walked down a hallway. As he passed the living room and kitchen, he was surprised to find them themed. They looked just like...
"You'll have to forgive my grandmother's decorating sense," she said, motioning for him to come further down a hallway. "She loves 'Finding Nemo.' "
He nodded, following her down the hallway and into a room that seemed to be Star Wars-themed. Sitting atop the fluffy, white bedspread were two female pseudodragons. One looked like a blue tang, and one looked like something out of Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
"You help these two, and I'm sure they'll help you with anything that you need." She smiled, waving as she left the three Pseudodragons alone.
He smiled, looking at the two of them. If I help them, then they can help me beat Hellfire. He put on the most charming face he could muster and said, "Shall we get started, ladies?"

omg, I died at the end! Did you mean what I think you meant! This story was great and compelling. I loved reading it and I think it's really cool how you had these two interacting. You especially incorporated the Pseudodragon's personality and I love that. ewe The story was easy to follow, and I enjoyed reading it! The art is cute >w< I imagine it was his face at the end. wink wink

Username: CeselSpeaker
Name: Nikagiri
Gender: Female
Other character: Cesel
Story:
Cesel sees Nikagiri
Cesel: oh look a purple giraffe
Nika: what?
Cesel: no wait,it's a purple dragon giraffe!
Nika: are you kidding me?do i look like a purple giraffe?and now i'm a dragon too?
Cesel: ahh,i almost forgot,you're a purple dragon giraffe with green mane! yea,just like that!
Nika: no i'm not!
Cesel: prove it
Nika: ehhh? do i really have to do that?but..
Cesel: fine fine,but you're still a purple dragon giraffe with green mane to me
Nika: whatever.... anyway,who are you?
Cesel: ehh,my name is Cesel
Nika: nice to meet you,my name is Nikagiri
Cesel: nice to meet you too,Nika
Nika: so now you're nicknaming me?
Cesel: yep,i might also call you giraffe-ni.
Nika: and now you're mixing my name with a giraffe,you're weird
Cesel: I know that...
Art:
By TakaNou
Purple giraffe-goes with the story

I really like the dialogue, but I feel as if I get more personality of Cesel than I do of Nika. ;w; The art is unbelievably adorable though! If you had gotten more in, I may have gotten more personality. ;w;

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Username:
Bailando but you can call me Bail

Name:
Donatello
(Yes from TMNT)

Gender:
Male

Other character:
[x]

Story:
As the sun awakes from it's slumber it sends rays of heat to the land....and our hero awakens...
"Morning already..?" Donatello yawned. He dragged himself from his damp cozy den to outside. Bird started to sing as he walked out his den. Still early, animal were out and about getting ready for the big summer festival tonight. Donatello himself was exited but didn't want to show it for he didn't want others to see this. He was considered as one of the guardian of this forest. When other animal pass by him they would show respect. He padded down to where the festival would be held at later that night. The birds were practicing on the song they would play for that night. The squirrels were gathering the food and were storing it. The rabbits were setting up lights (fireflies) and decorations. Donatello watched this making sure he didn't disturb them. Suddenly he felt something grab his tail. It was a little pup trying to catch it. He chuckled, "What's your name child." He saids with a smile. The little wolf hopped and wagging her tail. "It's Sam sir!" She said smiling "Well then Sam, you do that that my tail you are trying to grab." He said waving it around. "I'm sorry sir...but I got carried away...You see I was chasing a butterfly and kinda lost my den...so I got scared and well found you tail!" Donatello laid down. "Hop on little one we will go and find your den before the festival tonight." Sam hopped on his smooth back and hung on as tightly as she can. She hugged him. As soon as he knew she was on he quickly went into a run. He ran threw the forest dodging trees and ferns until they came to huge cave. "Sam is this your den?" He asked laying down. She climbed off of him and sniffed the air. "Yea! It's my den alright!" She smiled. "Next time don't get lost kid, stay close to the den." He looked at the sky. He still had time to go home and take a little rest before the big night. He walked home. When he had gotten home he had laid down and close his eyes....
Music filled the Donatello's den. He had open his eye and lifted his head. It was dark outside. Time for the festival. He walked down to the beach line. Singing and cheers were all you can hear! He was greeted by many, until a little ol brown wolf said hello. "Hello mister!" Donatello remember that voice. He look at the wolf with a smile... This was going to be a wonderful night....

ewe It's oh so very cute, and your writing is good: easy to read and follow! I do have a note to mention though: I don't know if it's allowed to make your Pseudo royalty or a guardian? Not sure. Not sure. Also, Pseudo's are pretty small, and a wolf pup walking around is pretty big to them. She probably wouldn't be able to ride on his back. ;w; So just watch out for those details.

Username: EngimaticJackal
Name: Egon
Gender: Male
Other character: Kaimen (thegreyone) viewtopic.php?t=2319036 (I have this thing for not making refs for characters. o_o"
Story: Note: This is from Egon's point of view, so we only know his thoughts here.

"I am too a dragon!" Egon squawked, feathers standing on end.
A grey dragon, a giant compared to Egon, leveled her head to the feisty pseudo. "Hardly, you're barely the size of my head and you haven't got any wings." It said in a harsh but quiet tone.
Egon hissed and postured up, resembling a moody cat. "You don't either." Did she really think he was that dumb? Making him think she was a dragon and he wasn't, what does she know anyway. Egon was puzzled, and this frustrated him to no end. "Look lady, if I'm not a dragon just because I don't have wings, then what does that make you?"
"That would make me, Kaimen. And it was also make me different." She said, her head still on the ground. "You see, I don't need wings to fly."
Egon's lime eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't be serious, right? His green-toned feathers drooped and he flopped down in the grass. "So, if I'm not a dragon... what am I?" He asked, hurt by the truth.
Kaimen's icy eyes seemed to shine now that her side of the argument had won. "Well, I'd hate to call you a lizard. You don't seem that simple." She said, moving a hand in a way that made no sense to Egon. "What's that word, hmm. Fake? False? Oh, synonyms were never my friend."
Egon huffed, "Pseudo?" He said dully. He toyed with a blade of grass as Kaimen thought it over, which to him seemed to take an eternity.
"Ahh, yes. Pseudo! Not quite a dragon, but you are similar in some ways." She said joyfully.
His green eyes lifted and a grin was firmly planted on on the rich purple muzzle. "You aren't very smart are you." Egon stated boldly.
Kaimen's eyes narrowed and she hissed, "I am too smart!"
Egon's eyes closed in amusement. Let the cycle begin again.

http://sarreijackalsaurous.deviantart.c ... -463684977

//wipes tears away// so cute. ;w; Oh so cute. I love the personality you gave to the lil guy! Your art looks very nice, reminds me of Lillian's! Faulty characters though are wonderful. QwQ I pap you on the head now.

[Beatnik]

PHEW! This took so long for me to get through, I don't actually like reading! My favorites were Enigmatic and BookLover. Book I really love your story, but it seems like a stereotypical and kind of unflawed personality. ;w; Enigmatic, yours is so very short and sweet, but you portrayed a few levels of personality that I like to see. Your character is feisty but is also willing to accept that he is wrong. I will be giving this baby to Enigmatic, but BookLover, you get the Runner Up! I'm really bad about choosing /sobs. Book, would you prefer a blue or green runner up? QwQ It will look the same, just different colors.

[booklover789]

PHEW! This took so long for me to get through, I don't actually like reading! My favorites were Enigmatic and BookLover. Book I really love your story, but it seems like a stereotypical and kind of unflawed personality. ;w; Enigmatic, yours is so very short and sweet, but you portrayed a few levels of personality that I like to see. Your character is feisty but is also willing to accept that he is wrong. I will be giving this baby to Enigmatic, but BookLover, you get the Runner Up! I'm really bad about choosing /sobs. Book, would you prefer a blue or green runner up? QwQ It will look the same, just different colors.

Oh, thank you very much for the runner up! Blue is my favorite color, but I don't mind green, either. You choose.

[Beatnik]

RU up! >w<

[EnigmaticJackal]

*flails for six years*

Thanks! Honestly I thought a longer story would get him because of literary reasons. (and I really love your story too Book ^^)