[hiyorin]

good luck everyone! ♥ he is quite the handsome bean.

[olive oil]

Oh man I'm probably going to jinx myself
My heart is pounding <3
Good luck everyone! Who ever gets this boy better take care of him
I will be stalking you

[greye]

good luck everyone! <3

[pIanted]

I couldn't submit my story D8
I edited, but it wouldn't show up!
Please may I edit it in?

[strawbee]

uvu wow so excited for judging!

well good luck to all entering, and the judge, happy new years!

[wickedfoul]

♣ Good luck, everyone uvu

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First of all I want to say that I had a very hard time picking a winner, there were so many good forms!
But after the help of some guest judges and reviewing the forms, I've decided this bean will be going to..

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Oolong

I'd like to name him Riley. There isn't
much of a reason behind it, he just
seems like a Riley to me.

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After a lifetime of dreaming, it was finally here. At long last, the snow had decided to pay him a visit. Riley had only heard stories of the delicate white lace falling from the sky, the glass that swept over the water. For so long, winter had only been an ethereal dream to keep him distracted from the heat of his Florida, where he had been chained his whole life. As soon as he found a weakness in the cage door where he was imprisoned, he slithered free and ran wherever the wind willed him to go.

Riley had been heading for the top of the world when this blizzard struck. He had been slipping in and out of slumber when the first sensation of cold stroked his fur. Riley shuddered, cowering under the heap of blankets he had scavenged. The wind slithered in from the window's gaping mouth, winding around the half-conscious form of the dragon and began to shake him, letting it’s cold blood seep under his skin. At last Riley had groaned and flung himself towards the window. "Who left this bloody thing o-"

It was as if his dearest dream had slipped into reality like water dripping from a crack in the bottle, dampening everything with it’s own truths. All those nights dreaming about versicolor skies and porcelain stars and accents of frost... Riley had had too much time to decide what he would do when he finally encountered the snow, but suddenly all that didn't matter. Not even the cold greedily gnawing at the heat within his room mattered.

At the back of his mind (the part that wasn't repeatedly uttering 'wow') something was tugging him towards the star-spangled blanket of the night. Perhaps it was some long buried wild instinct, something drawing him out to bask in the silver fires. Something that tempted him to soar on the ground, running to some unknown destination that was fate. Running to nothing, running to escape from nothing.
Not like he heard any of it beneath the constant stream of 'whoa's.

Finally, he decided he couldn't just stay and gawk from behind the walls. Riley quickly learned his twig-like form could just pass through the window and after a couple of mildly ridiculous attempts, he broke free out into the darkness. By now the snow had lain down a thin little sheet to hide the corpses of the tree folk, who had once been abundant leafy clusters. They had began to bleed from wounds on their hearts knowing that the accursed winter was returning to them. Slowly, they bled to their deaths and ascended from their thrones in a final, beautiful ballad. Naturally, the snow would pay it's respects and hide the fallen soldiers from prying eyes.

He was unsure of what to do first: laugh or dance or cry, and he did it all in time. He romped through the sheets of white lace and chased the snowflakes until his feet ached and protested. And then he wiggled his way under a white blanket and gazed up at spilled glitter of the sky. One little thought came to him, something that had seemed so unimportant when he was on the run. It was unimportant if you were just a lone wolf like himself with no companions, no friends to nudge you in the right direction. But the sky was his friend, and he had given him the best thing imaginable.

"Merry Christmas, old friend."

Oolong! Congrats, I thought your form was nicely put together, and the story had incredible detail, as well as the cute little name you chose. I know you'll take good care of Riley. nvn
I've also decided Jack of Apples will be receiving a runner up! I enjoyed your form a lot, and the ending made me laugh.

I wish you all luck in trying out for other beans in the future! <3

[Ardra]

Congratulations to the winner and the runner up! : ]

[hiyorin]

Congrats to Oolong and to Jack of Apples as well! ♥

[slurm]

Congrats ouo