[NeverLand.]

MARKKKK

[wilbursoot]

(this would be my first ever viscet. Tysm for the oppertunity to get this sweet bean!)

user; Conure.
name; Akanya
meaning; A beautiful being, or a dear person
gender; F
song; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lasWefVUCsI (She loves the rain =D)
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prompt: what is the scariest that happened in their life or what difficulties have they overcome?
(400 words min. | 1200 words max.)


What she overcame: No confidence at all

When Akayna was younger, she was always worrying about what others thought about her, and constantly felt sinking feelings in her chest. She kept her head low and didn't speak at all most days.

Anya became of age and left her parents to find a home. She was hoping to move far, far, away from all contact. Along the way there she met many merchants.

One sold bread,
Another sold jewelry
Her favorite merchant, sold scarves and sweaters. She picked out a large yellow one. She liked the small star patterns that were interwoven into it. She swore to never take it off.

Akanya walked up to a small village one morning, and stayed there for about a week. She met the nicest Viscets. The diner there was run by a female named Linda. She gave Akanya free food, since she was a visitor and had no money left.
Everyone in the town made her feel outgoing. She loved it.


Soon, though, her wonderful stay at the quaint town came to an end. Anya moved on.

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She reached the place she had dreamed of. An empty field with enough stone and wood to build a sturdy house to live alone in. Though, she didn't feel like she thought she would have. Akanya looked behind her to the town that was now so far away and felt sadness.

Perhaps being alone wasn't the answer to her problem. She ran as fast as she could back to the village, and ran straight to the diner. She hugged Linda, telling her she was going to stay in the village.

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Now grown, she is still in that same village, hanging out with her best fried Linda and not caring what anyone thinks about her.
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Fav. food: Rasberries
Fav. Color: Maroon

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moodboard;;




((ty for the oppertunity!))

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username;; park_eunhuii
full name;; laddy
nickname;; lad, laddy boy
meaning;; lad is a name
referring to a male
gender;; male
birthdate;; november 25
family;; lassie

playlist;;
the ocean - mike perry
rather be - clean bandit
you and me - shallou
suburbia - troye sivan
heavan - troye sivan

similar to his littermate lassie, lad has always been rather quiet. he struggles with starting a conversation, yet where he differs from lassie is that he yearns to be extroverted. the poor pup just simply doesn't know how to. he has a profound interest in relationships, unique in many ways, where he can learn about everyone through just one conversation where he isn't cursed with a case of stuttering. luckily for him, he has kind eyes; eyes that are easy to approach. however, instead of chatting, others are prone to asking him for help (which he can never deny). yet his help had his limits. while he is kind, generous to a fault, and intelligent, lad has one big personality trait he despises.

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Ｌads relationship with the sun was complicated. Annually, the pup spends about six long months despising the burning ball of flame. He would rather walk longer under an awning of shade than take a shortcut through a burning field of sunlight. However, after those six long months go by, his travels and the world around him generally follows the same pattern as himself: everything gets lethargic. When his legs stiffen and his undercoat works endlessly to capture any warmth, Lad finds himself missing that sun he used to despise. Winters many blankets of snow hit hard within the last week and Lads poor paws were frozen stiff. Ever since he woke from within a soggy cardboard box that sat in an isolated alley, he's been counting his paws steps. One thousand five hundred and sixty-two. One thousand five hundred and sixty-three. His day felt endless; the path to his siblings no clearer than it was in the beginning of his journey.

Going headstrong into year two, Lad's been searching every city, town, castle, neighborhood and even ruins for some sign of a Sheltie viscet named Lassie. He knew of another sibling, recalling a vague memory of warmth, little pup-like whimpers, and of course her extravagant coloration of brown, white and blue. Her markings weren't like their father or mothers. He remembered more of the blue-grey viscet more than he did of Lassie. However, her similarity to his own name and the fact that his mother constantly scolded the young pup had engraved her name into his mind. So, with a name for one and a description for another, Lad set off in search of his siblings.



As his paw steps, engraved in the deep layer of snow, increased, Lad started to lose count. His eyes felt heavy and his poor frame was practically tired of shivering. Despite the cold, he was a very handsome canine. His fur, mostly the color of coal, blended well with the other shades. His natural look helped him slip behind corporate and cold buildings, clear out of sight from possible troublemakers. He's met many friends and many enemies along the way, everyone he never once harbored a feeling to hate. If his relationship with someone was sharp, tense, or even borderline dangerous, it was always from someone else's inner anger. That is because Lads ways center around tranquility and peace. He was never one for fighting and shamefully, Lad figured it was because of fear. When confronted, he'd always bolt to the other direction. The charcoal viscet told himself it was because he was kind, not a fighter at heart. Yet, he feared (ironically) that the general public would deem him cowardly and... selfish.

His worry about cowardice versus chivalry consumed him until a ball of crimson rolled his way. It bore a few scuff marks, marking it a loved toy, and fresh around was a slight hint of saliva. Someones been playing with it. The worn and wise viscet pulled himself from his drowning thoughts to peer around the chilly neighborhood he walked in. Snow was soft, however every slight wind blow felt like a winter storm. Needles were stinking his fur every other moment. This cold was too much.

The houses in the neighborhood were nice, with pretty black shutters to decorate wide framed windows. Every now and then he could spot a family, one he yearned for himself, moving about the insides of the house turned it into something more meaningful... a home. A home, a place to belong, was the second thing on his bucket list. Finding his sisters were number one.



Stopping him once more was the mystery of the ever rolling red ball. It slipped between his paws, past his long frame and out behind his back legs. When he was worn down, he took to walking on four paws instead of running on two. A hushed whimper escaped Lads lips as the ball started towards a storm drain in the snow-covered street. With the last of his energy, Lad bounded towards the toy, catching it in his jaws before the lost items could escape for good and started in search of its owner. He spotted a dog in their yard to his left, however, the direction the ball rolled in was not that way. It watched him, probably curious about why he was much taller than it and supported a spiked mane. He never did feel comfortable around dogs. They were hard to read. Difficult to understand.

A yip caught his attention, coming from somewhere up the street and as Lad took off he quickly found himself locked eye to eye with the owner of the mystery crimson ball. It was a sheltie viscet, ironically, just like himself. Only this one was adorned in colors of grey and was male. It wasn't his siblings for sure. Lads ears perked, happy to see someone he could converse with. His head lowered in submission, showing a friendly nature and to his excitement, the dog returned the gesture. "Cassien! Dinner is ready!" a young voice called from somewhere inside the inviting house. With the door opened it smelled of roast beef with a hint of blueberry... muffins? Lad was drooling, sadly it was getting all over Cassiens ball.

The viscet looked back at his owner, a small fragile girl with love for him reflecting in her eyes. He stepped in place, obviously antsy to get inside. Lad gave a muffled bark due to the ball in his muzzle and set it down to roll between the cracks of Cassiens fence. They stayed like that, eyes locked and hearts beating. Cassien was a friend, and as much as they wanted to play Lad had to get warm and the loving pet had to get dinner. Before they parted, only to meet again in the morning, Cassien shimmied off the shimmering gold scarf of his from around his neck. He seemed to be saying thank you and returning with a gift to keep Lad warm.

Lad hurriedly took the scarf, however, gratitude was also displayed. As Cassien hurried off for dinner, Lad found himself curling up nearby as the sun began to set. It was the first time in a while where he could rest in warmth.

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Ｆollowing his week in the high-class neighborhood, was a long journey traveling from lands cold to warm. Cassien's scarf wrapped around his neck despite the heat of the sun, once again, pestering him for all its worth. Despite the sun being at its worst, Lad was focused on other things. The new region his worn pads managed to carry him to was a castle. Its beauty was godly, however, the tiny shapes rummaging through the village surrounding it was his version of hell. His cowardice nature wasn't just along the lines of fighting. Lad couldn't talk. Meeting Cassien had been easy. The pup didn't talk.

Sadly for him, the merchants and villagers passing by him on the worn trail into the city were conversing left and right. Swords and armor were thrown in his face with sellers shouting their supposedly great deals his way. Lad was shaking, unable to step further, however, someone told him a sheltie viscet resided here. It could be his sister.

With one step in front of the other, Lad tucked his head into his scarf and made his way to the heart of the castle. He had to do this for her. Cowardice was no longer in his name.

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[ mentioned characters: cassien, lassie, dahlia ]

[ credits: first art piece, middle two art pieces, last art piece, thank you to Barnes&Rogers and Shadow Striker for letting me use Cassien, Dahlia and thank you to howlingtothestars for letting Lad be best friends with Dex. I apologize that I couldn't have written their story in this forum! ]

[wilbursoot]

has the winner been posted or no

[park.]

@Conure. - the results have yet to be posted, however I am sure Mint is working on it ^^ We're all very busy artists

[wilbursoot]

@Conure. - the results have yet to be posted, however I am sure Mint is working on it ^^ We're all very busy artists

ah ok

[park.]

friendly bump ^^

[Mint Chip]

So sorry for the delay in judging. I wanted to give some HMs out to a couple people but unfortunately no one aside from Park's form ended up qualifying. Still I want to give shout outs to Prince Audric for what you did have on your form, I really enjoyed the moodboard, your song, and the short prompt response; likewise I'd like to give a shout out to Xelinator, regardless of dropping out that headshot is superb! and another shout out to Cell., I like the message in your prompt and the character you were developing; the artwork is cute and the moodboard - I really love it. It really resonated with me. I'm sorry I cannot give you guys stubs for your efforts, but I still wanted to give a small shout out to you all. <3

And the winner is Park. And while there were no other qualifying forms to combat yours, yours still is massively impressive. You really went all out, and the love for the character your built is very apparent. All the artwork throughout are absolutely lovely and stunning. And the moodboard is lovely as well; the colors and essence are so drawing and appealing. I can see how it fits the character. And while I was looking more for one song, the playlist was nice and befitting (and I didn't outline a limitation in my rules, so that's on me whoops). All in all, your form has more than earned the win I think. So congrats, Park!

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username;; park_eunhuii
full name;; laddy
nickname;; lad, laddy boy
meaning;; lad is a name
referring to a male
gender;; male
birthdate;; november 25
family;; lassie

playlist;;
the ocean - mike perry
rather be - clean bandit
you and me - shallou
suburbia - troye sivan
heavan - troye sivan

similar to his littermate lassie, lad has always been rather quiet. he struggles with starting a conversation, yet where he differs from lassie is that he yearns to be extroverted. the poor pup just simply doesn't know how to. he has a profound interest in relationships, unique in many ways, where he can learn about everyone through just one conversation where he isn't cursed with a case of stuttering. luckily for him, he has kind eyes; eyes that are easy to approach. however, instead of chatting, others are prone to asking him for help (which he can never deny). yet his help had his limits. while he is kind, generous to a fault, and intelligent, lad has one big personality trait he despises.

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Ｌads relationship with the sun was complicated. Annually, the pup spends about six long months despising the burning ball of flame. He would rather walk longer under an awning of shade than take a shortcut through a burning field of sunlight. However, after those six long months go by, his travels and the world around him generally follows the same pattern as himself: everything gets lethargic. When his legs stiffen and his undercoat works endlessly to capture any warmth, Lad finds himself missing that sun he used to despise. Winters many blankets of snow hit hard within the last week and Lads poor paws were frozen stiff. Ever since he woke from within a soggy cardboard box that sat in an isolated alley, he's been counting his paws steps. One thousand five hundred and sixty-two. One thousand five hundred and sixty-three. His day felt endless; the path to his siblings no clearer than it was in the beginning of his journey.

Going headstrong into year two, Lad's been searching every city, town, castle, neighborhood and even ruins for some sign of a Sheltie viscet named Lassie. He knew of another sibling, recalling a vague memory of warmth, little pup-like whimpers, and of course her extravagant coloration of brown, white and blue. Her markings weren't like their father or mothers. He remembered more of the blue-grey viscet more than he did of Lassie. However, her similarity to his own name and the fact that his mother constantly scolded the young pup had engraved her name into his mind. So, with a name for one and a description for another, Lad set off in search of his siblings.



As his paw steps, engraved in the deep layer of snow, increased, Lad started to lose count. His eyes felt heavy and his poor frame was practically tired of shivering. Despite the cold, he was a very handsome canine. His fur, mostly the color of coal, blended well with the other shades. His natural look helped him slip behind corporate and cold buildings, clear out of sight from possible troublemakers. He's met many friends and many enemies along the way, everyone he never once harbored a feeling to hate. If his relationship with someone was sharp, tense, or even borderline dangerous, it was always from someone else's inner anger. That is because Lads ways center around tranquility and peace. He was never one for fighting and shamefully, Lad figured it was because of fear. When confronted, he'd always bolt to the other direction. The charcoal viscet told himself it was because he was kind, not a fighter at heart. Yet, he feared (ironically) that the general public would deem him cowardly and... selfish.

His worry about cowardice versus chivalry consumed him until a ball of crimson rolled his way. It bore a few scuff marks, marking it a loved toy, and fresh around was a slight hint of saliva. Someones been playing with it. The worn and wise viscet pulled himself from his drowning thoughts to peer around the chilly neighborhood he walked in. Snow was soft, however every slight wind blow felt like a winter storm. Needles were stinking his fur every other moment. This cold was too much.

The houses in the neighborhood were nice, with pretty black shutters to decorate wide framed windows. Every now and then he could spot a family, one he yearned for himself, moving about the insides of the house turned it into something more meaningful... a home. A home, a place to belong, was the second thing on his bucket list. Finding his sisters were number one.



Stopping him once more was the mystery of the ever rolling red ball. It slipped between his paws, past his long frame and out behind his back legs. When he was worn down, he took to walking on four paws instead of running on two. A hushed whimper escaped Lads lips as the ball started towards a storm drain in the snow-covered street. With the last of his energy, Lad bounded towards the toy, catching it in his jaws before the lost items could escape for good and started in search of its owner. He spotted a dog in their yard to his left, however, the direction the ball rolled in was not that way. It watched him, probably curious about why he was much taller than it and supported a spiked mane. He never did feel comfortable around dogs. They were hard to read. Difficult to understand.

A yip caught his attention, coming from somewhere up the street and as Lad took off he quickly found himself locked eye to eye with the owner of the mystery crimson ball. It was a sheltie viscet, ironically, just like himself. Only this one was adorned in colors of grey and was male. It wasn't his siblings for sure. Lads ears perked, happy to see someone he could converse with. His head lowered in submission, showing a friendly nature and to his excitement, the dog returned the gesture. "Cassien! Dinner is ready!" a young voice called from somewhere inside the inviting house. With the door opened it smelled of roast beef with a hint of blueberry... muffins? Lad was drooling, sadly it was getting all over Cassiens ball.

The viscet looked back at his owner, a small fragile girl with love for him reflecting in her eyes. He stepped in place, obviously antsy to get inside. Lad gave a muffled bark due to the ball in his muzzle and set it down to roll between the cracks of Cassiens fence. They stayed like that, eyes locked and hearts beating. Cassien was a friend, and as much as they wanted to play Lad had to get warm and the loving pet had to get dinner. Before they parted, only to meet again in the morning, Cassien shimmied off the shimmering gold scarf of his from around his neck. He seemed to be saying thank you and returning with a gift to keep Lad warm.

Lad hurriedly took the scarf, however, gratitude was also displayed. As Cassien hurried off for dinner, Lad found himself curling up nearby as the sun began to set. It was the first time in a while where he could rest in warmth.

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Ｆollowing his week in the high-class neighborhood, was a long journey traveling from lands cold to warm. Cassien's scarf wrapped around his neck despite the heat of the sun, once again, pestering him for all its worth. Despite the sun being at its worst, Lad was focused on other things. The new region his worn pads managed to carry him to was a castle. Its beauty was godly, however, the tiny shapes rummaging through the village surrounding it was his version of hell. His cowardice nature wasn't just along the lines of fighting. Lad couldn't talk. Meeting Cassien had been easy. The pup didn't talk.

Sadly for him, the merchants and villagers passing by him on the worn trail into the city were conversing left and right. Swords and armor were thrown in his face with sellers shouting their supposedly great deals his way. Lad was shaking, unable to step further, however, someone told him a sheltie viscet resided here. It could be his sister.

With one step in front of the other, Lad tucked his head into his scarf and made his way to the heart of the castle. He had to do this for her. Cowardice was no longer in his name.

[ word count: 205 ]

[ mentioned characters: cassien, lassie, dahlia ]

[ credits: first art piece, middle two art pieces, last art piece, thank you to Barnes&Rogers and Shadow Striker for letting me use Cassien, Dahlia and thank you to howlingtothestars for letting Lad be best friends with Dex. I apologize that I couldn't have written their story in this forum! ]

[park.]

Thank you so much!!

[wilbursoot]

ahhh ty for the shoutout ^-^


and good job Park !! <3 your form was really cool