[Sora Kurai]

Little great horned owl.

To win this fella, tell me how you met him. You can tell me from your point of vue, or this pseudo's. You could also use one of your pseudo's, or someone else's (with their permission, of course).

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Prettying up is ok, but please no extras. You may explain why you chose the name, or what it means

ends the 9th

Winner on pg. 4

[azemyc]

reserve like crazy

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[koi97]

"Life is full of hardships.
Everybody passes them a different way.
I believe everybody can pass through life
and live it to the fullest without being
reckless. Create a dream, a goal. What
do you want to achieve in life. Have faith
in yourself and try your hardest to live
life the way you want. Make people proud
that you tried. Yes, you will have trouble,
and make mistakes, but learn from them.
Ask for help. Don't be scared to ask. At times,
that help can save your life. Choose the path
you think is correct for you. Don't worry about
others, yet help guide them in the right direction.
Be a great person, my dear little brother."
~Willow to Magnus.

.~.иαмɛ.~.
Magnus.
Which means Great in Latin.

.~.Ƨтσяʏ.~.
The beach is a wonderful place to be at.
I love being at the beach when the sunsets.
I walk along the sand, my dog barking happily
as she prances around. I smile at her as the
young German Shepherd bounds ahead of me.
I glance over to the water, seeing the sun
setting. I smile softly. “It’s beautiful,” I say
to myself.

My dog barks. I glance at her, when I notice
a tiny gray shape ahead of us. I slowly move
forward. The shape starts to come into view.
I see a long slim body, feathers, and then bright
yellow eyes. I tilt my head to the side as the
creature glances at me. I notice something in
it’s jaws. A necklace. I move forward, and the
owl looking lizard creature backs away. My dog
barks, causing the poor creature to jump. I frown,
thinking. This looks like a pseudo dragon. My
grandparents used to have one. I hardly remember
her. I see the tuft of feathers on it’s neck. ‘Must
be a male,’ I think as I kneel down and hold out a
hand.

The pseudo just looks at me. He reminds me of
somebody, or something. Not just an owl. He
looks like a pet I used to know. It’s on the tip of
my tongue. He slowly moves, causing my dog to
bark. I shush her with a quick command. Sheppy
sits back on her haunches and watches the pseudo
as he slowly moves closer. I hold as still as possible,
not wanting to the scare the small creature. I watch
as he sets the necklace in my palm. My eyes widen
in shock. I know thi necklace. It was grandmother’s,
but her pseudo used to wear it all the time. I believe
they had named her Willow because she loved the
weeping willow tree in my grandparents’ backyard.
The pseudo looks at me.

“You remind me a lot of Willow,” I murmur. I watch
his ears perk up. I smile and use my other hand to pet.
Maybe he’s her son or brother. They look so much alike.
I pick him up and cradle him to my chest. I stand up and
glance over at the setting un, half of it already hidden
behind the water now. I grin.

“I love the colors. So pretty. Me, my family, and Willow
used to love coming to the beach to see the sun set,” I murmur.
I look at him. “I shall call you Magnus. Great in Latin. You
remind of a Magnus.”

Magnus looks at me and chirps. I chuckle and run a hand
down his back. I smile and head to my car. “Come on
Sheppy!” I call. My dog bounds after me. I grin happily. I
can show my parents who I found I glance down at Magnus
as he moves, draping himself over my shoulder. I smile softly.
He must be watching the sunset. I look at the necklace and
then turn slightly to put it on him. He jerks his head back to
look at me, shock clear in those bright yellow eyes. I only
smile and look away as we near my car. I unlock my car and
open the back door to let Sheppy in. I grin and ruffle her ears
before I close the door and round the car, getting in on the other
side. I glance at my phone as it rings, noticing the picture I
had used for my mom. An image of grandma, her, and Willow.
I grab my phone and answer. I look at Magnus as he continues to
look at the setting sun.

“Hello?” I ask as I get into the car, setting Magnus down on the
seat by me.

“Are you heading home?” My mom asks, “Dinner’s almost done!’

“Yeah. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in a moment,” I say. I start
the car up as my mom hangs up with a quick ‘bye’. I smile and set
my phone down. I buckle and glance at Magnus.

“Don’t worry. You will get to see the sunset here tomorrow,” I promise.
Magnus looks at me, and I swear I see a smile.

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[frogpaws]

name;;
ℱ∘ⅹ
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It's cold when you step out of your house and you bare your teeth in the shivering breeze. "Honey, don't forget, about 20 sticks!" you hear your grandmother call from inside. You rolls your eyes, she doesn't realize I have a better memory than her, you say to yourself. As you step off the concrete stairs, your boots crunch into dead leaves. It's autumn, your favorite season, but it's colder than you hoped it would be. You make your way past trees, only stopping to pick up sticks at your grandmother's request. You wonder how much a modern heater would cost, instead of your grandmother's ancient fireplace. After you've picked up around 16 large sticks, and you don't seem to see anymore, you wonder if you should just walk back. Before you can turn around to return to the house, you hear the crack of a branch above you. And another. And another. The sounds multiply, until they're far too loud for you to bear. "YOU UP THERE! STOP IT!" you scream. The cracks suddenly stop...

C R A S H H ! ! ! !

You rub your eyes as bits of dust fly around you. "Ow...jeez..." You hear a voice say in front of you.
A small form is covered in a giant pile of leaves. You watch it move until a creature jumps out.
"Those..those branches up there..not sturdy.."
You stare at the thing in disbelief as it talks.
"Oh, I feel like the proper thing to do in this situation would be to introduce myself. I'm Fox."
It sticks out it's tiny clawed hand and you shake it nervously.
The creature is very small, almost the size of a house cat, and covered in speckled, woodland markings. It has a chestnut mane-like tuft going from its forehead to top of its neck and pumpkin eyes.
"What are you doing out here? Isn't it a little late?" Fox asks you.
"I was uh..getting wood for the fire."
He smiles a bit and then pulls out around 30 sticks from what looks like thin air.
If I had only found this guy earlier, you think, sighing.
"HONEY, IT'S BEEN AN HOUR. IT'S COLD AS A FREEZER IN HERE!"
You cringe as your grandmother's scream fills your ears. You turn around, screaming back to her, but when you turn back Fox is nowhere to be found.
Every day after that, when you step out to get more wood for the fire, you find a pile of sticks arranged on your front porch, just like this:


420/800 words

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

I'm a bit of a night owl because that's when I feel the most creative and alive.
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Name;; Pimne is a native American name from the origin Hopi that mean's. "Weasel."
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The night was as peaceful and quiet during the past few weeks, the fireflies dancing while they communicated with their flickering lights as the crickets chirped the night away. But meanwhile, watching from below something was perched on top of a branch causing the leave's to rustle. There lived A pseudo who was unique and different from the rest, always up on different branches and never once came down to the floor unless he was going to catch it's prey...his name was Pimne. Pimne crawled to the edge of the branch, his claws gripping and scratching little scraps of it into the water....His mind screamed with such vividness that sometimes he imagined things others couldn't imagine, Pimne was warned to not reach the water for a beast who ate other pseudos of his kind and the only way to see this beast was to be up close and surely the lad wouldn't be eaten, he would have to talk some sense into this..this other pseudo. He clambered down the tree, big leaps carving in long strips of bark to fall down onto the grass that also rested aside the river that led to a boardwalk. Pimne slowly crept onto the grass, the feeling tingling his paws causing the lad's feathery crest to stand on the end, hissing at the uncomfortableness as he jumped onto the boardwalk...Hurriedly running across to the end..his crest slowly falling down. The water rippled slightly from no movement as a greenish glow slowly started to swim up from the surface.


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[prisms]

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wip
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[TangleFeather]

TangleFeather

Sarid

Male

Well, Sarid is very much a night owl. and, that factor, is actually quite legit, because he is indeed, an owl. Because of this, he sleeps in the day, and prowls the treetops at night, hopping from branch-to-branch, and using the shadows and his feathers as his camoflauge. Quite and quick-witted, he can talk or think his way out of almost every problem. And, just becasue he lives alone in the forest, doesn't mean he enjoys not having any company around. He actually dislikes it. He wished he had somebody to be around to laugh with, and who would take care of him. Poor lonley Sarid.

The day after Halloween Night was always particularly quiet, especially for Sarid. And, for that he was thankful. Yes, very loud children and teenagers would come into his domain, but, all they usually did was throw away their garbadge, or damage the trees and foilage. He did not want anything to do with people who did this. Yes, he was lonley, but not so lonley as to befriend humans who damaged his home. It disgusted him, really.

With a hefty sigh, the feathered Pseudo took off, running and jumping between each tree. It was around this time of night that he would go for a run. Just simply for him to clear his thoughts, and to scout out the area. The feeling of the October breeze surfing through his featheres, and the sent of the falling leaves completley exillerated him. Sarid loved the outdoors deeply. Just as he was taking a break and began grooming his ruffled body, he heard a snap coming from the area behind him. Giant ears perked, he whisked around and crouched low to the branch, and observed. His giant amber eyes hungrily scanning the area for the source of the sound. Sniffing the air once, he heard it again. Deciding to skip on to the next tree as quietly as he could, he finlly pinpointed the source. A human girl who was very lost-looking.

As soon as he lay eyes on her, his pace quickened, and excitment flared through him. This was a common occurance for whenever he saw someone other that the plants that surrounded him. His lonliness would all but completley overcome him, and he would fight the urge to pounce on them and lick their face with glee. But, he held his ground and tried to breathe evenly.

"Observe, Sarid. Do not make contact.."

He was supposed to know who this person was before he intervened with them. The girl continued walking, and rubbed her arms nerously while her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths. All signs pointed to her being lost. Instantly, his heart panged, and he longed to aid this lost girl, but couldn't. "No. Not yet.." She passed right underneath his tree, and the Owl turned around to enable further observation.

After about twenty more minutes of him simply watching her, his mind had been set on what he was going to do. Obviously VERY lost, and afraid, he had to help her. So, he zomed through the trees, and stopped on one that was a few paces ahead of her, and he hung upside-down by his tail from a limb, his paws tucked up against his chest, and his head cocked. To him, he looked quite adorable in this pose, but, the girl didn't seemto think so. She let out a freightened screech, and fell backwards onto her bum on the cold ground. Flinching, he made a whooing sound and dropped from the branch.

"Wh-what are you!?" She yelled out, scuttling backwards. Sarid stood there, and his tail fell to the ground. People usually had this reaction to him. Should he be surprised? No. It happened all the time. But, each time that it happened, it never got any easier than before. Still looking at him, the humanrl obviousley didn't see the pained expression on his face, instead she repeated her question, while shaking violently.

'Am I really that scary?'

Now the Pseudo was hurt, no one had been this dramatic over meeting him before, and it pained him deeply. Opening his mouth to speak, he noticed the girl flinch at his movement, and immediatley snapped his maw shut. Shaking his head, he decided to take action. "I'm.. I'm a Pseudo Dragon.. And.. My name is Sarid.." As the words leaked from his mouth, her eyes widened, and a hand slowly covered her mouth, while dropping to her knees.
"You.. You talk!?"
Sarid nodded and sat down as well. "Yes. I do."

By now, the girl was completley dumbfounded. Suddnely, she began giggling softly, and his reaction to this was a cock of his brow.
"So you DO exist!" Now the laugher reeceded and she took a deep breath.
"Finaly.. I've found a Pseudo! I've been searching for one of your kind for months, almost years now!"
"You've.. Been looking for me..?"
"Yes!! And I finally have! Please, will you be my friend?"
"Wha-" He began, but quikly stopped. Yes, this was all weird, but, at the same time, excitment was now filling him. Somebody wanted to be his friend! Hehad never had a friend before!

"I'd really like to be your friend." Sarid smiled sweetly and padded up to her, and she placed a delicate hand on her head.
"Okay, Sarid. Come. I'll bring you home."

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Ah, don't you love nice endings? <3

796/800

[Agnès]

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Kasiper

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bleh

[coradrawa]

name;; Quill
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It was a rainy day. Clouds hanged low and thick, blocking out most of the sunlight. I had just finished work at the resturant I worked part-time at, I worked there as a waitress.
I had forgotten by umbrella eariler that day so I had to borrow a small, pink umbrella with ducks and strawberries dotting it which I had managed to get from Lost and Found.
Sighing, I shuffled in the rain when a bin fell over, causing me to jump and splashing a puddle. My trousers now soaking wet, I looked at the bin which had fallen over. Animal like grunting noises came from with in. Nervously I walked over and peered in to see if I could spot anything. I couldn't see much, a bunch of feathers were in the way.
After a moment of moving my hand to remove the feathers and then jerking it back in fear. I finally grabbed the feathers and pulled them out of the bin.
Little did I suspect that the animals was attached to those feathers.
The creature squealed in pain and I screamed, dropping the child's umbrella to fall over on my butt. The creature whimpered and dove back in the bin, it's head facing me with pitying eyes.
I stared back at it, blinked once, then spoke to myself. " What...what is that...? " I said to myself, moving my body onto my hands and kness to peer at the strange creature. It seemed like a dragon, lizard thing. I didn't really know but when I looked in to it's large, sad eyes. I felt myself wanting to hug it and say 'It's all right!Mama is gonna look after you!'
For a short while me and the creature had a staring contest before both our stomachs growled in hunger.

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[BlackWren]

name;; Tobio
story;; ((max 800 words))

I'll definitely try out for this boy ahhh ;0;