[Aey]

Not feelin it today, so did something that was relaxing. The accessories are removable!

For this one, tell me about their bell! This is an open ended prompt, interpret however you like <3


You have 1 drawing OR 500 words.
You have 1 extra of 1 drawing OR 500 more words, but this will just be a tiebreaker.
Prettying up is ok!
You may commission your art if you wish, with credit.



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Username:
Name:
Prompt:




NR: Sclera, Thin
S: Hair, Shine
C: Tail, Fur
U: Ears, Fur

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[black crow]

Wow.. mark

[✦ nemuri]

tent res?

[LokisTrick]

mark!

[Corey Taylor]

Username: Corey Taylor
Name: Bud
Prompt: wip w/ them finding it in the snow and it has like powers to heal injured animals they come into contact with
Extra: Will hopefully be a drawing

[melancollie]

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Username; IndigoBlues
Name; Altair
Prompt;
The sound of Altair’s bell ringing will give good dreams to anyone who hears it.
It’s his job to create dreams at night.
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the winner can keep the transparent version of my art :0

xxx

[deerbroken]

soft mark

[redhorizon]

Username: booshweasel
Name: benny
Prompt:
The curtains are drawn and the lights are dim, the lone kalon's head hanging low. His eyes are closed, and his paws rest on his lap, thoughtlessly fidgeting with them. From his neck hangs a silent bell, a wonder to most he encounters. To him, however, it is a necessity. He lifts his paws to hold the bell, channeling the immense sadness swelling inside of him. It doesn't take long for the bell's magic to start working, and he slowly starts to feel relief.
Suddenly a loud knock on the door startles him out of his trance-like state. The sadness comes rushing back and his eyes flutter open. He drops the bell and sighs to himself. The door opens without his invitation, but he's used to it. A young kalon, only a kit, enters slowly. She has a droopy way of carrying herself, and she drags her feet as she approaches.
He already knows what she wants.
She gives him a pleading look as she stands in front of him, her eyes filled with sadness and hopelessness.
"Please... Please help me. Take away my sadness, I can't live like this." She cries desperately, tears threatening to fall.
Benny puts on a smile.
"Of course, love. Come closer." He says in the cheeriest voice he can muster. She shuffles closer and he leans in, taking her in his arms and holding her close. His eyes shut once more and he feels the heaviness of her sadness coursing through him. As the process nears its end, her tense muscles relax and she lets out a sigh of relief, as though a huge load had been taken from her back.
He lets her go and musters the most convincing smile he can.
"How's that feel? Better?" He asks her with a gentle nudge.
"I don't know how you did it... but yeah, better. Much, much better." She says gratefully. "Thank you."
And with that, she leaves abruptly, and he's again left in his suffocating sorrow.
Once more he lets his eyes close and his paws raise to hold the bell. He concentrates on the heavy, sinking sadness he feels in his entire body and slowly, the bell draws in the darkness. He feels his body relax and his chest feels lighter. His shoulders drop and his frown eases away. As the bell takes in the last bit of sadness it can, he finally opens his eyes again.
All in a day's work for Benny.
[411 words]

[jointedwishes]

Username: jointedwishes
Name: Aero
Prompt: reserve with 'plays music' or something like that

[honeycreeper]

Username: honeycreeper66
Name: Carillon
Prompt:

The sun has long since gone down and the moon shines confidently in the sky. Carillon finds herself tempted by the stars and collects her loved leather bag absolutely stuffed with knickknacks and artifacts. With a quick shake and a tail spin the bag is empty ( sans the empty bottles and jars) and the contents twinkle on the floor of her den – but it’s too late, Carillon is already out the door and rushing to the salt water down the way.

Salt water softly bubbles into the jars, filling them to the brim and spilling over the edges. Carillon swiftly caps the jars and gently places them in her trusted leather sack for safekeeping and continues on her way through the forest that she knows and loves so.

Two steps in, she stops. Her heart pounds for reasons she cannot know.
A single star falls from the heavens.

Carillon's pulse slows and ebbs. She carries on, venturing onto marigold fields and honeysuckle bushes ready for the picking. Seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes past before a twinkling catches her attention from the steady pluck-drop, pluck-drop, pluck-drop and cap the lid on the now full jar. Carillon steps forward – and it’s right there. In the underbrush, an old rusted bell sits. Unused, not remembered, unloved. She gently wraps the artifact in a cotton handkerchief and sets it in in her rucksack. She carries on. Berries slowly fill empty jars.

Days past and Carillon finally finds time to clean the olden artifact properly. It’s lovely. Twinkling and shining unlike Atlantis – it’s something out of a storybook told to the young. A closer look proves that it’s hollow – Carillon goes to pick it up; singing erupts from the artifact. Sounds of angels, cries of holy nights and stories over millennium old are told with the ringing of the bell.

It’s lovely. . . it’s emotional.

In a fit of emotion, Carillon pins the golden bell to her baby blue collar that’s hidden deep in a hole at the bottom of her den. It fits like nothing she’s never felt before.

It whispers secrets to Carillon and more than once her dreams take her to a far-away place full of mischief and adventure. It feels like home.
[364 | 500 words]

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digital version!