[abandoned-account123]

Mark

[Rooster Cult]

Reserve with the name Pudding sorry not sorry

[Oh-J]

End Date Decided

At this time I have decided the end date for Split #7. I will end on June 30th for new applications and judging will start on July 1st! So I think that gives you guys almost 3 weeks so get going!

[marlshore]

username :: lacey;
name :: viktoria
gender :: cisgender female
will I grow? :: yes! viktoria couldn't imagine staying a
child forever. she has big plans for her future!
why do they cover their splices? :: viktoria's reason for covering up her
splices is simple. she is just tired of those pesky little split's playing with
her splices, because after all, you need legs to keep exploring!
extras :: will add if I have time
if not, consider this a completed form

[gomi.]

username ::
Lisa Kashnovi
name ::
Mason
gender ::
Male
will I grow? ::
Yes he will!
why do they cover their splices? ::
Ever since Mason realized he was different, he covered his splices in a fit of embarrassment and rage.
Story ::

"Hey, pass the ball!"

Mason held the red ball tight in his paws, then threw it to his friends, laughing as they all scrambled to catch it. He waved his paw in the air. "Throw it back!" He barked, then braced himself. After fighting over it, one of them threw it back. "Um..." He said, turning the ball over in his paws. "How come you all are on one team, and I'm alone?" He asked them. They whispered in the group nervously, then looked back at him. One of them stepped (or was pushed) forward nervously. With a shaky hand, he pointed to his splices. "W-what are those? Are you hurt?" Mason looked at his paws, then at theirs. They didn't have any splices. "N-no, It doesn't hurt." He said quietly. "But... I-I...what does it matter? Let's just play!" He said, louder this time, and smiled at them. "A-Are you a... um... monster?" A girl from the back spoke up. Mason's eyes widened. "What? N-no! I... I just..." Mason looked around. No one else had splices. He was the only one. He was.. different. "Am I a monster?" He said under his breath, staring at his splice. He was suddenly outraged, not only at his friends, but at himself. Why did HE have to be the weird one? The one that was different? The creature no one has seen before? He growled and ran home, leaving behind his friends shouting after him to come back. He slammed the door, and grabbed the nearest piece of cloth, wrapping it tightly around his splices. It was so tight it hurt after a while, but Mason didn't care anymore. He can't be different if no one knows. He can be like everyone else.



He can fit in.

[Oh-J]

due to a few Wip forms, I will keep this open for a week, of more entries and finished forms. So take warning.