[Breado]

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Shadow Flitz (Singular; Shadow Flit) are a long bodies species that have long since lost their hind legs, tail, and eyes to the power of the shadow and have replaced them with mold-able wispy appendages. these large, friendly beasts have been recently tamed to be ridden by humans and anthros alike. They have large, wide front paws, long pointed ears, and short, smooth fur. They can be naturally found in dark caves, wetlands, or thick forests. however have also been spotted in pastures while hunting. They are carnivores- meaning they are only meant to eat meat and they often prey on birds, deer, rodents, and bats.

hmm... this flit seems to be quite attached to that ring of theirs...
tell me, why is it? why are they so protective about that ring? what's its significance to them?
no extras this time but you can pretty up your form, just please make it readable ^^

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ends: aug. 27. - 23:59 CSmoothie time

[ThousandSounds]

OHZ! YES Res mark whatever this kids gorgeous!

username: ThousandSounds
name: Jayjax
pronouns: They/ he / she
prompt: mm wip x3 (cause I'm finishing up on the thermal entry rn is all)

[rem sleep]

username: rem sleep
name: asmodeous
pronouns: he / they
prompt: He remembered the day like it was yesterday. The details came rushing back to him now, flooding his senses-- down to the smallest particle of dust, the tiniest ray of sun, he'd memorized it. He'd rehearsed it so many times, it was beyond tired, and yet he still visited the memory almost every day-- sometimes in the morning as he greeted the sun, sometimes during the day when he observed the clouds, sometimes at night as he dismissed the moon. His father's immaculate form towered above him, looming over him, a proud castle of a man, a sturdy ruler and a mighty king. Slowly, deliberately, he'd extended a claw-- in it was a small, burgundy box, detailed ornately with dancing swirls and blazing stars. He'd stared at it for a second too long.

"It is a symbol of your tie to this land," his father had explained, his voice a soothing baritone, these rare private words greeting his ears and filling him with a swelling pride, "As the next in line for the throne, it is important that you remember your place as a servant to the land this castle rests upon, and the people who call that land home. Thus, as the sun is now rising on your first adult moon, accept this symbol and take with it the burden of being the guardian of this place. It is the first of many steps you will take along your road to sit upon my throne, to wear my heavy crown upon your head. Are you prepared, Asmodeous?"

He nodded once, sharply. He could hardly contain his excitement. His father clicked open the box, revealing a small, glittering gold ring that glinted in the sunlight and shone like a tiny ring of stars. The king removed it from its box with care, and gingerly placed it upon the rising prince's finger to wear. When he looked up at his father, the sun glittered on the surface of his golden crown, illuminated with a soft glow the weathered features of his complexion, he was old and wise, bearing scars and wrinkles from his tribulations. He admired the king as he did the sun-- whose radiance was too intense to observe for too long. He looked down at the ring, felt its weight in his hand, and wondered at the path ahead. He did not know if he was prepared-- but it was a journey he was willing to take, a journey he'd waited with baited breath for his entire life. He was going to be his father's successor-- and he would make that man proud.

He beamed a smile up at his father, whose stoic complexion wavered for a moment, permitting a small smile itself. The moment was warm, and sincere-- and Asmodeous felt in that instant like his father was gently plucking the stars out of the sky, and gingerly handing them to him, for him to care for. He would handle the power wisely, and cherish it always.

[PixieStoryteller]

username: PixieStoryteller
name: Jem
pronouns: He/him
prompt:

-----------------------------For... Forever...?

...yeah... I'll see you again... Love you...-----------------------------

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Goodbye for now, my Heart...

Since that day, Jem has worn the ring faithfully. He may find a new mate someday, but even so he will never part with the ornament. Though it had been meant to be given, not kept, it will remain with him, like his first love... forever.

(I hope this is ok. Its pretty simple, but I thought that more words would mess it up. Let me know if I should change it, pleeeeaaase. ^^')

[Kahoot]

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gucci gang gonna pretty up

[Amplify]

username: amplify
name: thorin
pronouns: he/him
prompt:

he can feel the crowd's strict gaze on him and for once he doesn't care. normally it'd be enough to send a chill down his spine--their eyes unrelenting--but today was different, today he was above any and all of their judgement. for each step he takes is part of the celebration, designed to accompany the soft swish of his tail.

over the past eight months, he had spent his nights and parts of his days carefully crafting his masterpiece. it was his final project as an apprentice, now formally a goldsmith.

it was flawless, and by the gleam in the eyes of those around him, they knew it too. just for this day he would allow himself to be vain because he knew he had accepted nothing less from this project, relentless as he was in his search for the best materials, the best tools, and the best magics.

in some ways this display was his defining moment; the moments which would decide whether or not he'd make it in the world of craftsmen. the moments which would foretell if he would one day earn the title of master and have the opportunity to teach others as he had been taught.

perhaps he was getting ahead of himself, for there were many years experience standing between him and that revered title. even more if he should aspire to be a grand master. but today was a day of high expectations, and he thrived in the spotlight.

each round about the room brought a new set of eyes to him. occasional chats interrupted the cycle, but for now he could let his work speak for him, as did several others in the room. while no other apprentices had formally come into their crafts yet, several masters were adorned with their crowning pieces, including his own.

even though he was now officially a goldsmith, his master would always be a mentor to him. the man who built him from the ground up, teaching him everything he needed to know and guiding him where he needed to grow on his own. from one master to another, crafts were created, shared, and developed. in a way it was a craft in its own right, the craft of teaching. he could've asked for no better a teacher, and by the softness in his eyes the sentiment was returned.

regardless, this day was not about master and apprentice, but a smith in his own right finally joining the community of craftsmen. and finally, that smith was him. perhaps one day he'd create another piece that would make this one pale in comparison, for his master or even grand master trials. but for this day, his pride was nestled on his tail in the form of a golden, bejeweled ring, and he wouldn't change a single thing.

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[Breado]

this is now closed! i'll judge as soon as i can <3

[mackstarr]

Hey guys, Breado asked me to judge this for them (:

The winner is rem sleep! I love the vibe you created with your prompt. Congrats! (: