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This now ends on Sunday the 10th

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Final extension. Closes on 1/11

[* Macey *]

Bump!<3

Good luck everyone!

[funderful;;]

woo, good luck to the winner :3

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Username ;; Trollish
Name ;; Grayson
Gender ;; Male
What does the symbol on the scarf mean?

He scoffed at the memory. It felt so long ago the reality of it faltered before him, and he found himself doubting what it was he'd even been through. He'd always been alone. He knew that. And he still got close to her, of all people... He met her one calm, autumn evening. The leaves were rustling in the air, and he found himself entranced by their dance. Without paying attention, he'd slammed into her-- knocking both of them to the ground. Stunned, they composed themselves and scrambled to stand-- and a blushing, quite awkward introduction ensued. He hadn't meant to come to care for her so much, but inevitably... he really had fallen for her. He fawned over her, when she was there and when she wasn't-- and thrived most in her presence above all else. He wondered why it was he had isolated himself at all-- though now, looking back at that memory, he recalled exactly why.

Their meeting point wasn't too far out of the way, though one day when she didn't come-- he began to worry. What had happened to her? Where had she gone? He shifted on his feet uneasily, unsure what to think or what to do. He waited for... what felt like forever. She didn't ever come. Pursuing her scent, he tried to find her-- following it to her home in the woods and surveying it for any sign of her to no avail. It seemed she'd quite up and vanished... There was one thing that set him off, however. A strange sort of 'skull' insignia on the wall of her cave dwelling. At the time he'd brushed it off, but now... oh how he wished he'd been more clever.

He went back to his own forest abode, laid down in the cold and sighed to himself. The crisp fall air stung his lungs and his teary eyes. He rested for a time, woken with a start when something hot tickled his nose. He sprung upright, jolted with fear and shock as he felt his eyes jerk wide open in horror-- flames licked at his feet and he bolted from the blaze and out into the open expanse of forced plain-- the stumps of fallen trees and charred earth all across the ground. He stopped, huffing and gasping for breath, his lungs heavy with smoke and dust.

He stopped to stare when he noticed something on the ground. The same insignia, charred into the earth by the flames. He shuddered, feeling weak. What was going on here?! Who was doing this-- and how?! He vowed to find out, for her sake... For the sake of what had been destroyed.

He held the tattered cape in his claws, looking at it thoughtfully. The skull sign had no meaning to him, and yet... it meant everything. It was a memory-- a reminder of those he'd lost, and all the life that'd been destroyed that mark's holder...

In a way, it was a promise of revenge.

//I'm not sure whether it's too late or not but I forgot to post this sooner and thought it'd be okay to wait to the end date to post ; D ;

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[kiwi;;]

good luck everyone^^

[harrowhark]

Good luck!!

[canis-corax]

I didn't enter but good luck! <3

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Late good luck to everyone! :0