[Melonbread]

Hello hello! Super excited and honored to be joining the crazy-skilled team of artists here~

base: tempest
horn: med. goat
wings: med. folded
ears: wavy
tail: flag
extras: tiny bell

owner: coolrat
name: Sonus

[alphanea]

pretty!! i adore the soft colors and how they meld together <3
fable name: rhapsody
prompt: exactly 200 words haha!


For years, Rhapsody sung on her lonesome, her voice lost in the absence of another soul to beheld her gentle melodies - at least she had thought so, until a vagrant happened upon her enchanting voice.

'A voice this angelic should be heard by all', he had said and those that heard her quickly agreed.

All except one, that is, a spiteful creature that soon became aware of the gifted songstress, ignited by envy. It was her biggest performance that the villain chose in the end, just as Rhapsody closed her eyes and poured her soul into every note. Her voice soared, like a bird taking wing, telling a story of heartbreak, determination and hope. The crowd mesmerized, all except one

As her song came to an end a dreadful curse took hold, followed by a sinister laughter to the shock of the crowd. When Rhapsody opened her mouth once again, no more did the soothing melodies spill from her lips, her voice had become silence itself.

Silence. Then softly, almost reluctantly, her mournful melody rose once again, as her audience, one by one, started humming her song in an effort to give her the hope to eventually restore her voice.

[BlueEyedKite]

Congratulations Melonbread!!

fable name: Eilidh (ay - lee)
prompt:
When the message is life or death Eilidh sounds like muffled thuds in the grass. Her hooves churn over the soft ground of the forest floor. Because it is life and death, there is the barely audible whoosh of air, once, twice, as her wings unfurl and beat in preparation of take off. You can hear pants now. Moving so quickly, and the adrenaline of it all, has the female Fable gasping. Then there is little sound because the flap of her wings is difficult to pin-point over the howling of the wind rushing past. On and on you can strain to try and hear her beating wings. Finally, a sharp clatter that echoes. She's landed in the king's throne room. Her voice is clear, high in pitch, with an accent that shapes her cadence to a song-like pattern of speech.

Her bell, you may wonder, never rings. The clapper has been removed, in honor of those who cannot speak, she is their voice.

word count: 164

[SpawnofMagick]

fable name: Tempest
prompt: The sound of their footsteps is nearly silent, and only the gentle ringing of their bell, like a windchime, can be heard. At a gallop it could almost be mistaken as the sound of waves gently lapping on a rocky shore. Their voice is a gentle melodic noise. When heard it's reminiscent of a siren's song, alluring and mysterious.

[Kitsune.]

fable name: Gray
prompt:
Gray’s voice would be most aptly described as flute-like; flighty, breathy, and with a distinct musical timbre as words and whinnies flutter up and down. Often high-pitched and silvery, but capable of smooth and earthy tones, and not without the occasional squeak in excitement or shock, Gray’s voice portrays both a nervousness and a thoughtful genuineness of spirit. Words, like trapped songbirds let loose, rise and fall in a flurry from her lips as she speaks about her newest scarf creation or wool yarn purchased from the shoreline markets. The sound of her flute-like voice in combination with the rustle of her soft feathers restlessly fidgeting, curly mane in the sea breeze, and gentle twinkling of her tiny bell adornment come together to form a symphony for the ears, and orchestra of being composed of one Fable: Gray. [138/200]

[Knickknacks]

congratulations on becoming an artist!! this guy is so lovely <3

fable name: ista
prompt:

wip!

[crexmii]

fable name: timbre
prompt: they always spoke in riddles and rhymes, leaving others confused and uneasy. their voice was always soft and raspy, and one never really knew what they were truly saying.

some say they've gone mad, for they certainly sound crazy. living in a cave all by themself, who wouldn't lose their marbles?

they told me that the moon would swallow the sea three centuries from now, and that the crimson sky would weep. i rolled my eyes and left, refusing to ignore that loon's rambling.

alas three centuries have arrived, and on the wind i heard the faint tinkling sound of bells.
i heard their mumbled whispers and confusing rhymes, and i realised something as i watched the sun set. the sky was painted red.

they may have sounded insane, but i knew they were right, and in that moment i heard their voice, clear and loud, ringing out like a windchime, like the whistling and howling of the north winds. to my astonishment, all the rasping and wheezing was gone as they told the fables to prepare for the coming storm.

[ #181 words ]

[Exitium]

fable name: Calcifer
prompt:

A soft, sharp song like a siren luring you in to its grasp. A chirping lilt like that of a morning songbird, its cries sorrowful yet beautiful. Honey like, smoothe without thickness in their words. Their anger trembles with the call of a hound, howling like the wind.

[feverrr]

fable name: phthalo
prompt:

mark !! so pretty

[leopia]

yaaayy, so excited to see more melonbread designs 👀

fable name: caraway
prompt: the fable's voice has a slight metallic quality to it that tends to put others ill at ease. it's not an inorganic or robotic sound, but an undertone of silver and steel playing behind each word. questions are accentuated by a low buzz or rattle; exclamations sparkle with sharp hisses and clinks. he has always had an affinity for sound, but ever since he was a fawn, the magic coursing through him has been chaotic at best; many a time has a heated word turned into actual fire and metal in the fable's mouth. so, he tries his hardest to speak soft and low; in a level, near-monotonous tone not unlike the quiet coarseness of wheels grinding on gravel. those closest to him know the song of his laugh; like silver bells and wind chimes in the summer air. [wc: 138]