[Pachoopi]

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.

Click

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

[koegami]

I always had a picture of freedom. A place to go where the winds of change, wings of freedom, the light of Destiny, the darkness of thought and desire, love and passion, and that occasional throb of pain were never there. I was trained in the arts of psychological rehabilitation. I, myself being one of those rehab patients. I have always believed there is a way to overcome every psychological impurity. But today, I wasn't called in for some little thing, I was in for a big thing.

A big problem. A man that goes by a classified name to the general public, broke out from his prison cell and they want me to bring him in. All others that have tried have been shot and killed. I have been told he's a danger. A danger he is to his own mind, and the way you choose to handle said danger is all in your hands. Is what I retorted. i got a phone call. the annoying tone of the call pierced through the room and intercepted any thought i could muster through it.

i growled under my breath and picked it up. knowing who would be on the other end. "leon, you there?" a voice told me, as shy as can be. although it amused me so, i wondered to whom with voice belonged to. "here, but not there, present but not absent, is this by necessity or by choice" i growled. the owner seemed worried and yet controlled. ''Its the beast, he's cracked again. Get over here and give us some help Leon'' the voice was clipped. I chuckled. Easy. ''No, problem, mon ami, I'll be there '' I replied, hanging up.

I closed my eyes, releasing the sigh of tension that had been building up inside my body for some time now. This wasn't good. The 'beast' as we called him was one of my more serious cases. He had been through so much trauma, so much pain. And only now it seemed he was cracking again. A faulter in his subconscious, allowing one to submit to the thoughts held back, leashed down and tied back for a astounding amount of time. It seemed he had broken again. I was going to have to try a new method.

I was in the cell with him. Inside. Guards, human and psuedo lined the cell. Keeping an eye on my subject. I watched his face. I wasn't sure what he was thinking. His eyes, the blackest of black held nothing but an icy hate. Something I have seen all to many times before. I sighed and his face tilted up slowly, dark eyes narrowing slowly. All I did was speak. ''how is your friend?'' I spoke, watching him closely. I saw his face contort and twist into a grimace.

His body shiver slightly as he cast a glance around his cell. It was almost sickening to see. The skinny, malnourished body of his, the way his scraped his claws against the hard and cold cement floor. I watched in assessing interest and clarity as he seems to be remembering what I'm talking about. ''he.... he's.... do you know him?'' his voice might have had a small glimmer of sanity. I nodded. And I saw that glimmer of hope and sanity in his eyes. Before they darkened once more.

''yes, I do know him. He is well'' I replied beeping my voice calm and even. Our talk continued for at least an hour. And I believe he had begun to grow uneasy. Uneasy about my elongated stay. I was determined to figure out what made his tick. And if I was being told the truth. As one had said before the cake is a lie. I watched him him with assessing eyes. Before I stood so quickly, the beast recoiled with a snarl that was so animalistic, falling off his cot and onto the floor, his restraining chains clattering on the floor.

Crest raised in alarm. I turned and looked at them, as they watched me in astonishment. I turned on them, walking over to the beast. He was twitching, probably in a effect to the drugs they had given him prior to my appearance. I unchained him from the wall and let him go. He followed me making sideward glances in my direction again. I opened the door only to glare at them. My final words. My final parting words.

''leon is done. I will have him under my custody'' I hissed, particularly in my lucid session before my mindless episode. My agent looked at me. His eyes narrowed. I looked at the beast when. He growled, at them. I pushed past, and I heard him mutter his favorite saying. ''the cake is a lie'' was his final words. I walked him along through the corridors. Watching for various signs of changing emotion. I nodded to him before leading him out of the building. I walked along the pathway.

I watched as his face contorted with grimaces and different faces of pain and recollection. I saw the reflection in his eyes. The freedom insigna. For the day of freedom we have here at the center. He s staring at it. Like he as remembering something. I watched him twitch a little before looking at me with a look of controlled sanity. ''he here?'' he asked. I flinched. He wasn't, was he remembering something? I sighed before turning to walk.

TB falling into step with me. ''where we goin'?'' He asked. I chuckled softly. ''back to my center to check out'' I replied. And when he looked at me with a hint of disbelief in his eyes. I finished. ''ok, you got me, to the center, and then there's something I want you to meet'' I ended. there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Something so calm in the shadows of darkness he was usually surrounded by. As we walked, I discovered something. the cake was a lie.

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

[i][b][size=150][color=#8080BF][center]Name

Names Jake. Nice to meet you.


His story

I lived for many horrible times but yet so many good times. I was young when my parents were killed. Sadly I mange to work my life goodly. I met many friendly dragons like me. I soon found someone for my own but... She pasted away. I thought my life was over. I thought o was ment to be a dead Dragon. But I guess I'm not. Lucky that I can speak or you have a hard time to understand my history. Really I can't explained all of it. Meet me soon for the rest....

[Expresso.]

"The Enemy of my Enemy is my Friend."

His name:
"My name is Leonidas, but people don't call me that. Because they believe I no longer exist."

His story:
As I sat staring at my new best friend sleeping peacfully, I let my mind wonder back to how we first met.
We were 2 kids who had grown up in the same town. Our families were very different. Too different. Sophisticated and elegant, my family was wealthy and lived in the nicer neighbourhood than where he used to live. At hunting school, we have 2 different classes. The rich Pseudos, and the 'ratty' Pseudos. Like many other hunting schools, we rich Pseudos look down their noses at others, and the not so wealthy Pseudos hates us. However, I was never the one who classified anyone into categories based on their background. But even then, I'm still hated upon. Especially by a male named Leonidas. For some reason, it is as if there is something about me that he just couldn't stand. He would always pick on me when I failed to catch an easy prey and push me around, as if I'm a doll.
Then one day, he came up and asked me in an arrogant tone.
"Cadence, do you want to know what happened to your father? Because I may be able to fill you in with some information." He smirked."That is, of course, if you are up to it.".
After hearing his question, I was outraged by his insensitive tone and the way he presumed he knew everything, so I snapped back at him.
"You know NOTHING about my father!" Without thought, I bit out: "And what happen to your father? Did he slip and fall? Because I heard he is gone too. It's a real shame isn't it?"
Watching the pain and anger flash across his features, I immediately regretted it. However, I did not have time to think this over as he began dragging me away from my friends.
"Leo! What are you doing?!" I shouted in panic, attempting to loosen his grip. "Let me go! You are crazy!"
Without speaking, he brought me to a halt in a dark alley.
"Do you really want to know what happened to my father?" He asked, his anger seeming under control. "Then I will tell you, but I will keep this real short." He paused and took a glance around, making sure no one can see or hear them. "Our fathers were friends. Very close friends, in fact. One day, they left together to go hunting at the most dangerous place, the area where humans live. They were sent out into a trap, because the humans knew they were coming. After being captured, they were both sent to what those humans would call a 'lab'. They are both gone now due to an error in the experiment and I..." His eyes flared as he continued. "I want revenge. I know who sent them into this death trap, and I need your help."
Eye bulging at Leo's plea, I knew that he was serious, as I have never seen him ask anyone for help before. "Wh-Who is it?"
Whispering a familiar name into my ear, Leo stared at me with his challenging eyes, as if daring me to say yes.
"Wh-why me Leo? Why not ask your friends?" I questioned him, still not fully trusting the male.
"Because I know you hate him too." He replied evenly, as if confident that I will agree. "Because the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Starring Cadence

[pep]

i'm afraid i'm going to have to drop out; others deserve him more than i do. ;v;

[yenneii]

Res <3

[109382]

His name: Leonidas
Story [max. 1,000 words]: Wip.

[Esther~]

Name;Leonidas
Story;W.I.P

[grizzly.]

Username:
grizzly.
Name:
Leonidas
Nickname:
Leo
Gender:
Male
Story:
Leo was just a little hatchling when
it happened. It started out with just
a little cup of lime pudding, the sour
of the creamy substance made his muzzle
scrunch and his face twist. Once the sour
taste died off, the sweetness only remained
in the back of his throat, and shovled more
of the creamy substance in his mouth, with
a wide smile on his muzzle.
Growing up he continued to eat and enjoy
bitter sweet flavor of the lime pudding, but
now he wanted to try to eat a plain lime.
sneaking a lime off the kitchen counter he
scurried off to a corner and sunk his fangs
into the dark green fruit, sucking some of
the juices out. Once the sour of the lime
had his his tongue, the young Leo jumped
backwards in a fit of surprise. He hadn't
expected the fruit to be so sour. Inching
towards the green fruit that now lay on
the ground, he picked it up and started
to peel the dark green skin off of the
lime, to expose a washed out light green
color. Licking the inside of the lime, his
face twisted, just as it had done when he
took the first bite of lime pudding. Taking
the peeled fruit, he stuffed it all in his
mouth, flavors of sourness exploded in his
mouth, but he found that the longer the
lime lingered on his tongue, the quicker
the flavor died out, but Leo decided he
didn't like a lime all by itself, but rather
in things like pudding, and especially
key lime pie, sided with a cold glass of
limeaid. On ocassion though he will find
himself picking the like off the side of
the limeaid glass and plopping it into
his mouth, leaving his face to scrunch up
just as it had done with his first bite of
lime pudding.
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[oh deer]

his name;;
leonidas, but he ususlly goes by leon.

story;;
a much younger leon sits at a short kiddie table, a plate infront of him. exitement rushed through his young mind as he saw what was on the plate- he begged his mom to buy it for him at the grocery, and he was finally going to taste it. he studied the lime, its skin the same color as his fur. he quickly sliced the zesty fruit in half, and shoved one of the halfes in his mouth. his face quickly distorted, making him look like he was sucking on a lime- oh wait- he was. his face relaxed as he chewed, and he was able to down the whole half in one bite. as he finished, a huge smile apeared on his face. "i think ill have another." leon said, grinning like a madman.