[Guest]

过年好 !
Wishing you a very, very joyful Lunar New Year ! (-:

This year is the year of the Fire Rooster-- looks like this fella got a little burnt-- oopsies !
To win this deer, I want you to tell me a story about them. I want to hear about the moment their life changed.
It can be for the better, or for the worse. It can be something simple, or something complex.

I also want to see a gif/picture of a pretty rooster !

This competition will have one RU deer and 8 red envelopes awarded as HMs-- since that's the Chinese number of luck !



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Ends Feb 1st 12:21am CST !

[steamplonk]

res!!

[gold]

one pretty rooster comin right up

Gold // Vogel // Male

[.death]

Username: disconnected,
Name: casey
Gender: male
Story:
Gif/Pic: <<<

res all the WAY

[sneezes]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Story:
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wip ;')

[Dragontrix]

Username: Dragontrix
Name: Aska
Gender: female
Story: wip
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[Malleus]

Username: Squalo
Name: Niwa
Gender: Nonbinary
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He fell into Niwa’s life like a boulder. Hard. Fast. And heavy. Crushing their breathing and taking every ounce of their strength to carry, if they even could at all. For the first few years, the young deer couldn’t. Were they really expected to? They were years behind in experience and decades behind in maturity. They couldn’t tutor a friend in the ways of sewing grain into the earth, despite having learned from the day they were born on that farm, let alone take this burden and mold it into someone passable as a person. Niwa resented him at first. Niwa wanted to curse him. He took something, after all. Took something so precious that he will never have an understanding of the loss. Niwa could yell and cry until they were blue in the face, until the soot the tinged their fur while they toiled day in and day out charred itself from the flames of his anger. But that? It changed nothing.

Niwa had to accept him. Niwa couldn’t dump him. Niwa, people said to them, he is something precious. And you will come to understand that one day. You’re just too young to get it now, Niwa. You lost your mother, but you gained something precious! You will love your brother. He is your family, Niwa. It’s funny, really. They were wrong.

Years later and Niwa still resents him. Niwa still sees the agony in their mother’s face as she tried to tell them to take care of their brother, while clearly resenting this child in the same way he did now. Did their mother want to die? Did their mother ask to have this child at all? She asked about as much as their father asked before he left them all alone. But it was expected of Niwa to care about family. That blood was this magic bond you had to consider through thick and thin. Thicker than water, people always said.

So thick Niwa could drown in it.

And the second, the very second, they truly gain an excuse to leave this boy and this house behind. Niwa bets on the very stars that shine down and mock them, they’ll be gone.

[Kiba!]

Username
Wallflower

Name
Xiang

Gender
Male

☀ Story ☀

Every morning, every cold and crisp... Hot and humid morning I would wake up in the same place. It was the barn, surrounded by bales of hay and the stale scent of farm animals. I still wonder what had happened that the barn was now completely empty and abandon. Xiang had lived in the barn for as long as he could remember, but he still didn't know how he actually got there. He believes it was the night of the fire.. and his mother vanished, he had been lucky enough to find shelter. His charred pelt was constantly mocking him, making him frustrated as he tried to remember.

Xiang often wondered if he suffered from short term memory, but he knew it couldn't be it... It was just those memories that were washed away like footprints on the beach. Xiang had always been alone as well, it seemed nobody ever came to the old rickety barn either.. No hikers, no explorers, no silly teenagers.. Was he really out that far? Or was he just being paranoid? Either way the deer was suffering from chronic loneliness, driving him to be grumpy and irritable. He spent less time outdoors and more time indoors, laying among the stale hay.

One day though, his desires were answered.. Just like on the night he must have gotten lost... He wanted a shelter and he got one. As Xiang slept restlessly he began to hear light clucking sounds nearby, but he paid no attention to it thinking it was just some turkey or bird. Birds do not sound that way though. He warily arose and before he could properly stand a storm of feathers bombarded him. A surprised squeal came from him as he smashed into the hay with a thump as he squirmed desperately with adrenaline rushing through him. Finally he threw the flurry of feathers off him, the hay floating around him as sunlight caught the dust that had stirred in the barn. Xiang didn't care though, he was panting and fixed on the lump in the hay... Thoughts of wolves or bobcats flashed into his mind being the rather small deer.. But suddenly a chicken popped its head from the hay and let out a loud crow.

Xiang was both confused and embarrassed, but intrigued by why such a colorful and healthy rooster was doing out so far... Of all the years living out in the forest he never once saw a wild chicken, so this was odd. He approached the chicken cautiously but it 'flew' up and bombarded him once more. It wasn't painful, but the chicken was definitely excited or absolutely terrified for its life. Xiang was able to figure it out when the chicken paused on his fluffy chest after he was knocked over. The fluff that usually covers his eyes was now pushed back.. Xiang let out a small chuckle as the chicken gave a few clucks. Xiang knew this wasn't a wild chicken... This was his new friend and his name was Benjie.

[fugitive]

Username: Glomp
Name: Esh-Ban
Gender: Male
Story: Our story begins after the life changing events, where we see our hero standing atop a volcano, not active, granted, and from there, stood a hut, his own hut. You see, Esh-Ban was alone up here, a hermit who depended on only himself. What had made him choose such a thing? Perhaps it was chosen for him, was it the skies that told him where to go? A dream that prophesied the necessity for such a home?

Turning, he walked back to his hut, a stern look crossed his face. He still haven't forgotten why he now lived here.. it wasn't because of some magical force, as previously mentioned, no, it was his own choice. But why? Why give up comforts?

He made up his mind awhile ago, when he was young with his peers. It was a rather warm day, but not without a pleasant breeze. The three were really good friends, and they were laughing together as good friends ought to. But all moments end, and this one ended with hurt feelings, an unintentional insult directed at Esh-Ban. And with his hurt pride, he drifted away from his friends, he closed himself up to the world and soon after disappeared all together.

And so we have it, without so much as a purpose, he hides himself away. If he couldn't trust even his closest of friends, how was he to trust the world? And with this, the once opened but sensitive child became stone faced.
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[Xesei]

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