[WolfwithWings38]

Good luck everybody!

[kiwi;;]

good luck everyone!

[milo.]

good luck all!

[Arthur Morgan]

Good luck guys! ^^

[Firedancer77]

good luck!

[SilverSamurai]

Man, remind me to never do name contests again XD That took way
longer than it should have, but I think I've decided on one.
But I just wanna say thanks to everyone for making this impossible
to choose just one. It was tough, but congrats!

Username;;
iBrevity

Name;;
Ganymede

Gender;;
male

Name meaning;;
Ganymede was not named for some months after birth. His mother Caer simply called him "babe", and tottered about with his egg and then later with him curled up in her arms. She lived alone, in a cave hollowed into the side of a mountain, and so he found nothing strange with this existence. There was him, and there was her, and he responded to "babe" as well as any child might heed their name.

When he was nearly six months old Caer lay him down beside her and told him about her own father. She said that Aengus told her many great stories but that one in particular had struck her when she'd been young and foolish, and that had been the story of Ganymede.

"The most beautiful viscet the gods had ever seen," she'd murmured into her son's fur, "So handsome that they'd snatched him from the earth so that they could admire him forever in their home."

Ganymede had looked up at her, his pale eyes so like the slow burn of the stars outside that Caer was seized with a sudden desire to brand her boy with this name, with this story. She leaned down farther until their noses were inches apart and said breathlessly, "You'll be my Ganymede, okay?"

He smiled, closed the distance between their snouts and nipped playfully at her ear to rouse her to laughter. "Okay," he said, bright with a child's innocence and joy. "I'm Ganymede then."

As he grew older his beauty became more and more apparent. There was something in the innate softness of his heart that shone in his eyes, in the supple lines of his muscles and back. There was something about the way he moved, about how he stepped over young plants so he wouldn't crush them, how he would right a flower weighted by morning dew or rain. He was so painfully gentle that sometimes Caer couldn't bear to look at him. She understood the gods a little better then, at seeing something so incredible that she had borne.

When Ganymede began meeting other viscets (the first shaky introduction taking place between him and a fierce-eyed, starry-maned viscet who looked at him with intense eyes) he always told them his name was Ganymede. Usually they would not bat an eye for it, but it was the first's reaction that stuck with him, the tilt to their head, the lift of one corner of their mouth. "Ganymede?" They'd repeated, amused. "Like from the stories?"

Ganymede had been thrilled to hear this and it was his name that sparked a friendship between them. Caer, older now and fragile with age, listened to her son regale her with the story of his new friend when he returned home. He still shone and his eyes glittered more than the sun itself, and she smiled quietly while he spoke, nodded when he pressed a salve to the creak of her arthritic limbs and said, "Thank you, Ganymede."
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[worshipthesquid]

Congratulations!!

[Arthur Morgan]

Congratulations!! ^^

[Ravenshadow17]

Congratulations!

[iBrevity]

oh my goodness gracious thank you so so much!!!
I fell in love with Ganymede's character when I wrote his form and I'm so grateful I won him aaaah ; o ;

and thank you to everyone who congratulated me <33