[otis,]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: aeolus
Gender: male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: male
Personality:

you’ll never have a friend like aeolus. he’s phenomenal, odd, but yet inspiring and loved. he was like a big grizzly bear, strong and protective, but with the heart of a lion. he protected anyone that he was close to, and would defend his friends until his last breath. Aeolus was completely and absolutely loyal, and would take secrets and stories to the grave before he let them slip out. while being loyal, aeolus is honest. if youre doing something stupid, he’ll tell you to your face. while he loves his friends and supports what they do, he doesnt want them to cause harm to themselves or others, and wants to see the best from them. Intelligence follows aeolus, and hes a complete fact nerd. he can pull random facts from thin air, and could win any game of jeopardy. These traits are all built together inside of aeolus, and they make him a natural leader. He knows his values and views, and used them to guide him to better himself and others.


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[Vixen Luo]

Extending one last time since something came up for me.

You have until midnight CST TOMORROW*** to finish your round 2 form!

[Placebo]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Azari
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality:


In Azari’s mind, everything has its place. His compartmentalizing skills are nearly unmatched when he puts his mind to a task, and in doing so he becomes absorbed to the point where the rest of the world fades into the background. Everything must be perfectly arranged. Everything.

Though at a young age his intelligence and meticulous nature made him a golden child in the eyes of his tutors, he grew unbearable to deal with concerning academic pursuits. Though he thoroughly became well versed in a wide range of subjects, everything had to have an explanation in his mind. If he couldn’t find one, it had to be categorized in his mental library.

Yet, meeting the male becomes a contradiction. He’s so particular about knowledge and how it must be learned and gathered, but his brilliant mind goes unnoticed by how unassertive he is in social situations. He’s a bit of a pushover when he’s backed into a corner, so it’s not uncommon for him to clam up due to a bullish personality. It’s a shame really— he strives to act like a courteous gentleman in any situation, so his kindness is frequently exploited. But, it gets to the point where he’s very old-fashioned about it. It bleeds over into other areas of his life as well. He’s not much of a risk-taker.

His high-strung nature leads him to retreat to quieter places when he stresses himself sick worrying over even the tiniest things. And yet, an outsider wouldn’t know this from a cursory glance. He’s not phased by the darker parts of his world, he can analyze corruption like the best of them, and lecturing throws him into an alert mindset capable of truncating even the most convoluted topics. But this puzzle isn’t working? What went WRONG?!—


Extra:


December 22, XXXX



His body was just one large bruise.

“...Oh man, we thought you were gonna to freeze to death when we saw your sorry ass carcass on those rocks. Man, how are you even alive? You must’ve been out there for hours, and there was not one scavenger near you. No clothing, no extra padding…”

A warm sensation planted itself on his numb extremities as he fought the last vestiges of sleep. Azari groaned as he tried to pry open his eye lids. Oh, stars, why did everything hurt? Where was he? Where was… the book. Oh no. The book, that male couldn’t get his hands on it! Where was!—

“Hey, easy, easy!” Strong forelimbs tethered him to the bed below him. His eyes snapped open. Crystal blues met his own frantic green.

The viscet’s maw screwed into a grimace, and Azari quieted his hoarse cries in response. When had he started screaming?

“Oh god, I can’t even understand what you’re saying. Do you speak English? Russian? Hell, Oirat?” The viscet’s rapid fire language change stumped Azari into an even more absolute silence. The viscet started to look almost constipated. “Oh stars, please say English. That’s the only one I’m really fluent in around here. Stars, I knew I shouldn’t’ve stayed in America for so long…”

Azari’s head pulsed in a particularly agonizing throb, and he failed to hold back a hiss. The other viscet shot away like he’d been burned. “Ah, sorry!—”

Azari finally spoke, but his now free paws clutched at his temple. Why did everything hurt?. “Wh— what are you talking about, what in the world is America? No, nevermind— was there anyone else with me? Did you notice anyone else there?”

The viscet looked at Azari like he was the odd one. “Weird accent… So you do speak English. But, no, of course not. We found you outside in a blizzard surrounded by blood. Hate to say this, but we found no sign of another person. But hey, I won’t judge, I mean you must’ve had your reasons for being out in a blizzard…”

Azari’s heart sank in his chest. Oh stars, if that male got his hands on Azari’s book...

Wait.

“Did you just say blizzard? It never snows this far south.”

The viscet’s eyes raised in alarm. “We’re in Siberia. It never not snows here. Are you alright, or…?”

Azari felt his heart stop. He barely registered the viscet’s cross “Hey!” As he scrambled for the nearest window. He passed the oddest looking contraptions on his way to the opening, and he froze as he looked outside. Nothing but ice and snow.

Where was he? How did he end up here?

[Placebo]

--got permission to double post so my time stamp shows up yeye ;v; / ---

im actually trash and i feel like crap today weeps

[Vixen Luo]

Round Three

Qualifying Users: ~Prophecy~, T h e M a r t i a n, edgy cat of DOOM, WolfWinter, WolfwithWings38, Macyduke, Vigilante Wolf, Cutieduckpie, otis, and Placebo.

Round Three Instructions:

You have 1,000 words (minimum 400) and one art piece to tell me what the bell means to them. If you do not want to use the bell, you are allowed to make another item and explain what that items means to them or represents -- however, if you do this, a visual representation is required (drawn by you or drawn for you by someone else -- do not steal art or find a google image!) The art of the item does not count against your one art piece.

Along with this, you have one extra option -- another art piece or 500 more words (that can either be combined with the 1,000 or used separately).

Best of luck, and I can't wait to see your forms! They're all fantastic so far!



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Round Two Form: [url=x]xx[/url]
Name:
Gender:
Gender for Breeding Purposes:
Prompt:
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This round ends in one week, on January 13th. Once again, extensions may be granted if necessary!

Keep in mind this may very well be the final round if I have a winner in mind, so do your very best!

[Vigilante Wolf]

Round One Form: x
Round Two Form: xx
Name: Samuel
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Prompt:
Extra:

res ;o

[dzo]

Round One Form: x
Round Two Form: xx
Name: Bayard
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Prompt:
The air was halcyon when night set in. Bayard thought about everything. His actions, the consequences, very much it all.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I never imagined it would be like this. If I knew, I would have done everything to prevent this from happening. I... I feel so ashamed having to wear this bell, but alas, it is my decision. If I would, I could take it off. There are no rules stating I have to wear it. But this is the one thing I can give to my people. This one thing, a warning.
My bell is hand crafted and uniquely designed to give of a distinct ring so others can determine the sole owner of that special bell- me. It has been weeks since I first wore the bell, and so its ring bothers me no more. You really learn to tune out or ignore the sound after constantly hearing it.
This bell, serving as a warning sign is the least I can do. I know I am dangerous to be around. I don’t trust myself. I might hurt everyone again. So I think... so I think if I wear this bell I can warn others when I am drawing near. If they know I am close they can stay away from me if they wish. They can stay away before I bring more harm.
And that way... if... when I end up bringing more harm... it isn’t completely my fault. Because they will have known I am close. They will have known that they should have left away. They should have known they were staying by a dangerous man.
But... I can’t just make people cower in their homes. Can’t just distract them from what they are doing. I don’t want that.I try stay far away from them. I stay far away from people.
My followers surprisingly had stayed loyal to me. Our kingdom is being rebuilt. I don’t know why they have so much faith in me. They think I’ll be able to make it better. I don’t know about that. I again, when my kingdom is rebuilt, shall rule under their wishes. I shall wear this bell as a reminder to what I have done. I shall rule with the bell keeping me in place. I shall stay in my castle where I can’t hurt anyone. I will only go out in danger. But next time I will go out to fight. And so if you hear the sound of my bell outside the castle, run, or I’ll fight by your side.”
And with the last of his thoughts for the night, he grew drowsy. He prepared for bed and then laid down. He then quickly fell fast asleep. It was the first time he had actually been able to go to bed without anxiety in weeks.
Extra: a WIP piece

[WolfwithWings38]

Round One Form: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3675547&start=20#p115007740
Round Two Form: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3675547&start=40#p115359177
Name: Moey Braid
Gender: Trans Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Prompt: The Dog of His Dreams ( I made the art!)

So, Moey's always wanted a dog since as long as he could remember and one birthday (Moey was still a viscling) his Grandpa made him a dog plushie so Moey could feel like he had his dog! He made up based on what Moey had always described the dog he wanted, a uniquely colored border collie that had icy blue eyes that almost looked like round gem stones if you were to look at them long enough! So, Grandpa spent 5 months working on the project which he rightfully titled "The Dog of His Dreams" he bought the gem stone eyes, the stuffing, the fur and fur colors, sewing string and needles, then lastly just a tiny bit of felt for the insides of the ears, nose, and tongue. He ended up spending an extra 6 months in making the adorable plushie, he had to save up 79 dollars and the thing made it definitely hard on his hips and his hands! He worked non-stop to make it quote on quote 'Perfect in Moey's eyes' and he never took breaks except for his food breaks and even if he was ill, he was still making this dang dog stuffed animal and he had to get it finished becaused he had already missed two birthdays! 5 weeks before he finished Moey almost walked in on the project and Grandpa had to run at the door and close it before Moey could get in... He needed it to be a surprise that would make Moey's heart explode! Grandpa ended up spending an extra 20 dollars in total because apparently he didn't have enough fur and stuffing... Then finally two days later.... It was Moey's birthday and it was time to make Moey happy! Moey opened his eyes and had an urge to go to the bathroom, then got out of the bathroom and ate breakfast then ran to the living room to see presents but what made Moey happy even more was to see Grandpa awake! But then Moey saw I medium sized box in Grandpa's lap and Grandpa gave it to him! And as Moey opened the box, he saw two ears, one floppy and one standing up and as Moey picks it up he screams in excitement and he held the dog close to his chest then he looked at the puppies eyes and saw that they were round icy blue gems that seemed to stared through his soul.... But he loved the feeling and he ran up to Grandpa and tackled him and hugged him then kissed him and screamed: Thank you soo much Grandpa, this is the dog of my dreams! He's perfect THANK YOU!!! and to this day he's seen carrying the plushie around with him and sometimes even brushing the dog plushie and generally seeming happy and Moey taking care of it, but there's one question left..... Is there more to the specialness to that plushie that Moey named Daniel?....
496 Words
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The Extra Specialness to Daniel the dog plushie:
Then two days later after Moey's bithday, a tragedy struck lose... His grandpa had a heart attack and died.... Moey had been mourning and griefing for a long time until he realized that Grandpa was still with him because of something special.... A dog plushie named Daniel and he was happy again and now that Border Collie was more special than just a dog of Moey's dreams.... A piece of Grandpa! So right then and there was when he loved that plushie more than life itself and it's now a thing that moey keeps with him forever and takes it where ever he goes and he loves it to death and if he wear to ever lose it, he would be broken again, but that's never going to happen and he takes care of it everyday and he loves it to pieces and brings it with him everywhere he goes, He even brings it with him to the restaurant and any bathroom but he makes sure it's clean if it's public and he then cleans Daniel every day before he goes to bed and he wakes up to Daniel right next to him and he cleans and brushes him everyday...
205 Words

[Cutieduckpie]

Round One Form: ♫
Round Two Form: ♪
Name: Agapito
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Prompt :
Extra : res grief candles + bell to locate themselves in the snow w/ his father and cousins


— Life can change so quickly —

Agapito had been blessed with a good life, he had never experienced bunch hardship or death. He was a happy young Viscet, somewhat of a miracle- or so his parents believed.

He’d always known of his mother’s infertility and the sadness it brought the family, but he was their little miracle.
Shortly after he’d been born, his father looked to the deep indigo sky and gazed upon the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen: lights. Greens, blues, oranges and pinks danced across the cold sky, and his parents took it as a sign that Agapito was meant to be special.

It wasn’t until years later that him and his father ventured out of their home and experienced their first snowstorm together. Luckily they were able to find shelter among an abandoned den nearby, huddling together for warmth while he prayed his mother was safe. After that incident, they devised a clever idea in case this were to happen again: they both were to wear a bell so that no matter how terrible a storm may be, they’ll always find one another through the thick wall of white.

Countless times their plan had worked, bringing the father and son duo together during a bad storm, but one night, his father didn’t return his rings.

“Father!” He cried uselessly through the howling wind, listening desperately for the faint metallic tings off the bell. He never heard them.

Agapito searched all through the storm for his father, never giving up. Even when ice formed on his fur and crystallized over his horns, he searched.

After the storm, he had no choice but to return home in hopes his father was there. He waited with his mother for hours, watching the bleak white horizon, but he never came home.

His mother was absolutely distraught and devastated, wailing into the empty outside, hoping it’d bring him back. Even into the night she cried, her voice gone hoarse with the hours she’s spent straining it. It broke Arsan’s heart knowing that nothing he could do would console his ailing mother.

When he awoke one morning, his mother’s body was stiff and cold, her heart having ceased it's beating.

In that moment, he truly felt alone. His father was gone, most likely dead beneath the snow, and now his mother joined him in the afterlife. What had he done to deserve this cruel punishment? Had he sinned or been cruel in his life? He looked to the darkened sky for answers, watching the stars twinkle above him, beckoning him almost.

Just then, the sky erupted in color for the first time in his life, leaving him at a loss for words, tears still falling down his cheeks. Deep emeralds, topaz, and sunset pinks danced across the sky. Oh, how his heart yearned to be with the swirling colors, free of this pain and confusion.

His eyes closed, a cold tear dampening his cheek as he felt himself lift towards the sky. Would the lights hurt? Why had only his parents seen them until now? Why were they here? Did he cause them to happen?

When his eyes opened, he was surrounded by the gloriously beautiful lights. They drifted around him, gliding through his fur and mane, leaving behind traces of their presence in his fur. Atop his head, the small white candles on his horns were ablaze with warm red light.
He could almost hear their voices calling him, the lights carrying him through the sky. Where was he going?

Although he didn’t know it at the time, he was exactly where he was supposed to be, surrounded by the lights in the sky.

[Placebo]

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