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another question (sorry i'm just full of them.)
could i do it, like an interview? like i call someone in, and they talk about my character?

Hello! Sorry for taking a while to respond! I haven't had computer access.

To answer your question: I don't see why not! Creativity is encouraged. =)

holly crap. i have the most amazing story, but i don't have nearly enough words to wright it!

[huddson]

Username: Stargazing
Kitsucorn's Name:
(Free Writing Reign!)

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excuse me.... is it okay if i go over the word count by, i dont know, 344 words?

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[hugs100]

excuse me.... is it okay if i go over the word count by, i dont know, 344 words?

;~;

I got it down to 1774! But I'm still working on it....

[hugs100]

Username: hugs100
Kitsucorn's Name: Jade

THWACK! SNAP!
My ears flick to the cause of the noise. My body tenses.
SNAP! CRASH! THUD.
Russling of leaves as the thing snaches something, stubles, then falls. I only know one creature that can fall without making any clamor. I half relax. There is still a chance it’s not who i think it is. Can’t let your guard down for one second, you never know what’ll happen.
Crackling, whatever is now at the base of the tree I was sleeping in. The movement of leaves, my company tenses, then, takes off, pushing it’s wings hard and fast. Feathered wings. That confirmed it.
I wait patiently while my attacker gets closer. As soon as he’s in range I twist, to face his direction. I outstretch my claws and lunge at the winged creature. We are falling fast, and before I know it, we’re on the forest floor, I on top of him.
His tail thumps below me, his jaw dropped and his odd colored tongue hanging out the side, creating a goofy smile. I smile brightly back at him, then step off. My friend Mark here is a Chameleon Dwarf Hainu. A hainu is a wolf-like creature with wings. When he was young, he was shot by some hunters and lost his voice box, so, now the only way he can communicate is by the changing colors of his fur and feathers. His stubby legs and short muzzle make him ever the more dorky. The inside of his ears, his nose, tongue, and eyes never change. They are all the same ocean blue. Each one, starts from the top being a navy dark blue, then progress into the light blue of the sky.
Speaking of…
I tear my eyes away from his dopey smile and look at the sky. Through the thick trees, I barely see the light colors of the sun just peaking above the surface.
“Right on time Mark!” Our paws meet in a paw-five. His colors turn bright. His main body turning an azure blue, and his feathers abruptly changing to rose red, then ending with a sharp lemon yellow. His tail thumps-thumps.
I pick myself up from the dirt and head to the end of the forest. Mark jumps into step behind me. At the end of the forest, there is a Griffin village. I walk into a nearby potion shop but enter through the back door. As I make my way to the front of the store, I come to the side of an old withered Griffin. She jumps as I enter the empty room.
“Oh!” Her wrinkled scaly claw comes up to hold her heart. “You startled me dearie!” Her light feathers barely let her eyes crack through. Her beak is wethered, scarred, and peeling. It tears itself apart to show crooked yellowing teeth. “What can i do for you this early morning?”
I greet her with a warm smile of my own. “Would you mind if i used your restroom?”
She nods quietly, “To your right, down that hall, second to the left.” She lifts her claw to point to a small hallway.
“Thank you.” I turn to my objective.
When I reach the door, I turn to Mark, “Stay here and guard, please.” He plops right by the door and nods. I step into the restroom.
The floor is covered with black and white tiles in the pattern of a diamond. In the corner is a lid lying face down. There is a hole in the floor that leads down into the ground, where we fertile soil for our loving planet.
To my left is a floating sink, clinging for dear life on the tiled wall. A mirror hangs above it. I look into the glass.
Staring back at me are two bright eyes. The mirror says my left eye is jade green, and my right is bumblebee yellow, but I know the fact is actually opposite. My nose and tongue are a dark canton jade, with big fluffy ears that sit atop my head. My fur is a golden brown, with places like my stomach, neck, cheeks, and the tips of tail where it looks as if someone spray-painted the same green as my nose.
My tail is way too fluffy. I often have rope around it to keep the fluff in it’s place. One more thing about me: I stand only a couple inches taller than Mark, so yes, I am very short, but my spirit isn’t.
Mark is waiting by the door just as I asked him to. I head to leave, but stop at the door. “Dearie?” I turn and smile kindly at her, hoping she saw it as a thank you, but instead, I get a messed up version of the soft griffin I had seen just a few minutes ago. “Aren't you going to say goodbye?” The long aisles of potions stretch away from me. The old lady's eyes elongate, fall and turn black. Goop starts falling from the opening of her dropped jaw.
Mark beside me tenses and I follow his lead. I rush out the store, trying to get away from the small space, only to meet more terrifying faces. The world disappears from my view.

I don't remember what happened after that. But, suddenly I’m away, looking from afar, high distance, down at a small creature below.

A small Kazucorn gets up slowly. Her paws wouldn’t listen to her. She was frozen, staring in one direction. His fur could be seen from a mile away. She moved slowly, forcing her limbs to move.
The young creature looked down at her fallen friend. She knew what she had to do. She twisted her head to her tail where two rope clung to her, she grabbed one end and pulled, they fall to the forest floor. Three tails unraveled from the clump of fur.
She moved slightly, her head hanging low, and lines started to appear. Wrapping around her horn, was a black river. The river had splashes of blue, purple, red and pink, filling the black spaces, floating above the colors, are little white dots. Her magic stretched, and hugged her friend, lying on the floor. If he were to open his forever closed eyes, he would think he was floating in space. His hopeful eyes would fill with the beauty of an open galaxy. The Kazucorn has spatial magic, the manipulation of space. The small creature moved her paw in front of her, then moved the other under her falling body. She bowed, before her rising friend.
She walked slowly toward the edge of the forest, closing her eyes, then opening them again. She was now on a beach. In front of her, far off in the distance, was a small island, with a small fluffy tree. All around her space unraveled. Black with colors, surrounded by little lights. She looked down. The water was glassy. She could see her reflection in it's mirroring surface. The creature’s friend hung just about the water, almost, but not touching it.
She set her paw in the warm liquid soaking it. Then lifts it back out, bows her head again, and sets her paw on the glassy surface again. This time, she steps on it as if it were a mirror, long and stretching. She walks toward her island.
All around her are impossible clouds, ones that hover just above her, and really shouldn’t be in the middle of space. She didn’t care, just cried. She never lifted her eyes, she never looked up from her paws.
Below her, the scene had changed from a mirror to soft grass. Now she looked up, only to see the small tree. At it’s roots, she sat down, along with her friend. Although he had moved, now lying on his side next to the miniature Kazucorn.
Her face was grim while her paws started sinking into the soil. The green grass was pointed, and as she moved, the green turned brown, then black. After long, there were three piles, and a shallow grave.
Now she let the tears fill her eyes. Small light-blueish clear droplets formed in her multicolored eyes, then slowly made their way down her cheeks and to her chin, then falling into the now turned up, softer dirt. She didn’t use her horn, she didn’t use her magic. She used her muscles, once trained to fight, now she just hope they were enough to carry the dog-like creature to his permanent slumber. After a struggle, she shook and is on the verge of breaking down.
She looked at the brown patch of dirt and started whimpering. Her lip quivered. She didn’t know what she’d do now. So, she did the only thing she knew she could do, got up and walked to the edge of the island. There, the sun stood tall, just peaking over the endless horizon. Space is vast around her. On the corner of the island is a small wooden chair. It has been there for generations, but never shows its age. She sets down kindly, and looks into the night sky.
Off in the distance, she could almost see her only friend fly off into the purview, and she couldn’t help but say, “I’ll see you later.”
Mark couldn't hold it against her, he knew how much Jade hated saying goodbye.
[1573/1500] ;^;
i'll fix it.... but i'm getting closer!

[Griddle]

Hey guys! Reminder that this contest ends in a week, so try to get your entries finished if you're sill working on them.

Good luck!

excuse me.... is it okay if i go over the word count by, i dont know, 344 words?

;~;

I got it down to 1774! But I'm still working on it....

Howdy! To be honest I'd prefer if it was at 1500 words or under. ;w; I'd like to be fair to folks who kept their word counts within the limits! I looks like you already cut down quite a bit, I believe in your ability to succeed!

[hugs100]

excuse me.... is it okay if i go over the word count by, i dont know, 344 words?

;~;

I got it down to 1774! But I'm still working on it....

Howdy! To be honest I'd prefer if it was at 1500 words or under. ;w; I'd like to be fair to folks who kept their word counts within the limits! I looks like you already cut down quite a bit, I believe in your ability to succeed!

thank you! i believe in me too! and good luck to everyone!

[8RavenPhoenix8]

Username: 8RavenPhoenix8
Name: Satsuei (Taken in Japanese)

(1,500/1,500 words exactly)

Darkness. That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. I found myself laying on a cold, hard, and rickety wooden floor, and chained up with rusty iron chains to the wall by my lower back leg. I was in an old metal cage that was also rusty and worn, although I couldn’t see much else. There was a single ray of light coming in from above, that barely allowed me to see all this. I was in a slave wagon, and I was being jostled around fairly roughly. This caused the rusty chain to pull painfully against my lower back leg. That’s right, I was taken. Taken by the slavers and to be sold to the highest bidder. Why? Well first off, I’m a Kitsucorn. That in of itself isn’t all that special to others of my kind, except that I can be used as a slave to others due to my equal intelligence and magical capabilities. Not only that, but I guess I’m a bit of a rarity. You see, I’m a multi-tailed Kitsucorn with more powerful magic than most. I have six fluffy tails, back hooves and front paws, a deep blue horn, black fur with swirly designs of different shades of blue, blue eyes, and my lower chest and upper stomach fur is silver. So, I guess they thought I looked pretty enough to be a slave as well. I would have stopped them from taking me, my magic is strong enough; however, they had weapons, blow darts, and magic limiters. I was helpless. So here I was, caged up and chained to a wall, with no way to escape.

I heard a sweeping noise, and dust rose up and tried to sneak into my lungs, making me cough. I tried to adjust myself to a more comfortable position despite the chain holding me. I was laying on my side when I tried to get a better look around. My eyes adjusted to the dim light so I could see more. There seemed to be two other cages, holding three other Kitsucorns. There were two in one cage, holding each other close for comfort, while the third paced around his cage in thought. The first of the pair was silver and fluffy with dark gray flecks, tufted ears, a white chest and stomach fur, four paws, blue eyes, a dark grey horn, and a bunny-like tail. The second of the pair had short, dark gray fur with silver flecks, silver chest and stomach fur, four paws, golden eyes, a silver horn, and a fluffy cat like tail. The third, an orange Kitsucorn with darker orange stripes, had golden eyes, back hooves and front paws, a darker orange horn, and a lion-like tail. He stopped pacing to stare at me in thought.

“Psst! Hey! You!” He whispered to me from his spot in the cage, sitting down and looking at me in curiosity with his tail partly curled towards himself.

“What is it that you want? I don’t want to get caught talking,” I quickly whispered back, noticing the pair had started to listen in on our conversation with curious eyes as well.

“I was just wondering, what’s with your tails? Were you born with them or what? Oh, I’m Raion by the way,” He whispered excitedly, a paw gesturing to my six fluffy tails while brushing his tail back and forth against the ground and letting dust blow towards me again. I coughed for a bit before sitting up and tucking my tails around me, sighing.

“This question again? Look, I don’t really feel comfortable with answering that, ok? It’s a long complicated story that I don’t want to get into, and you aren’t going to find a multi-tailed Kitsucorn who would. So, I’m just going to assume you have something else to ask, while we’re all chained up and locked in cages here together. Oh, and I’m Satsuei by the way,” I snapped in a whisper. I took a deep breath and calmed down.

“Sorry, our situation and this topic are just a little stressful for me. Can we use magic in here?” I wondered, mainly just out of curiosity, seeing as there was no way I could escape even if I got out of my cage. The slavers still had weapons and magic limiters.

“Nope, we’ve tried that already. Our charms start to show before fritzing up and vanishing.” Raion complained before he and the other two demonstrated. I couldn’t tell what their individual charms were, they were right and their charms fritzed out before quickly vanishing. I tried to use magic myself, and it seemed like I might be able to use some magic at first. Our hopeful eyes lit up as we watched my charm stay for a good five seconds, before my charm also fritzed out and I felt the magic leave me. I sighed in disappointment as the pair returned to being gloomy and Raion grumbled and lashed his tail back and forth in anger.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of footsteps draw near. Raion gasped and whispered for us to be quiet as the pair shivered. I watched as a black Kitsucorn with dark red markings, red eyes, a deep red horn, a torn ear, a scar across one eye, red hooves, and a cat-like tail with dark red at the tip prowled in, glaring at all of us. I froze, feeling negativity and power radiate from the Kitsucorn. My ears fell down and I tucked my tails closer to me in fear, my heart racing. Kitsucorns were said to be a friendly and cute species, although those who say that clearly haven’t looked far. I’ve heard they can be quite dark, frightening, and powerful, however, I never thought in my life that I’d be so fear stricken from just looking at another of my kind. My paws were glued to the floor, my mouth was dry and my lips were sealed. I wanted to look away from him, but my eyes refused to move. I started tearing up, for what, I don’t know. He grumbled, a deep grumble that reminded me of a growl, as swept his red eyes over us, back and forth in dark thought.

“You…” He spoke to me in a growl, his voice deep and drawn out. His tail moved slowly back and forth as he focused himself on me, getting closer and closer with his slow thoughtful steps. A tear slipped down my face and I shivered slightly, fearing for my life. He sat down and freed me with magic, his charm being deep red and fritzed out. He had been the one to disable our magic.

“Come with me,” He growled again, his voice still drawn out and exaggerated. He turned away and started walking out again, and I followed after finally convincing myself to move. We stepped out carefully into the bright sun onto a stage that was set up next to the wagon, and I winced as my eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden light. Many gasps, ‘Oohs’, and ‘Ahs’ were heard as the crowd below saw me, amazed that I was captured. I was too frightened to be flattered by the opinions of these slave owners, and sat still after I was forcefully pushed into the center of the stage. The dark Kitsucorn that led me out sat next to me, and I shivered.

“Ah yes, I’m sure you’re all very amazed by this one. She’s a beauty isn’t she? Your eyes aren’t deceiving you, this is in fact a six-tailed Kitsucorn, and her magic is indeed stronger than most. Oh, but don’t worry, as long as you have a magic limiter and strict rules, she wouldn’t be a problem. She can do many things with her magic, although really you can do whatever you want with her, just as long as you win her. You may start your bidding now,” He spoke, his voice booming out across the audience in that deep growly drawn out voice of his that would give anyone shivers. Excited bids started pouring in, 50,000, 60,000, 75,400, 87,000 100,000 277,000 504,789, 623,983, 832,541, and finally, 1,000,00.

“SOLD! To the russet Kitsucorn over there! Congratulations!” The dark Kitsucorn announced in faked excitement. I was pushed off the stage and onto the ground harshly, painfully landing on a few tails. I was helped up by the winner, and I shook off the dust and dirt on me. My new owner had slightly fluffy russet fur with light brown chest and stomach fur, dark brown speckles, ear tufts, purple eyes, four paws, a purple horn, and a wolf-like tail.

“Hey, are you ok? That was a bit of a fall,” He asked, concern in his voice as if he wasn’t my new captor.

“Oh, the fall was fine aside from landing on some tails. Being a slave? Not so much,” I complained. This was going to be the time of my life.

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quick question, is wings and three tails to over-powered? or can i keep my character that way?

[boat]

username;; boat
name;; Mallard, or simply 'Mal'

The winter was a dry one, trees brittle and the land brown gray and dead. A dusting of snow would have made the scenery lovely and fresh but the ground and sky were sharp and dry. And sun was bright white at its zenith, nearly blinding if one looked at the sky.
Leaves and twigs rustled over the ground as Mallard dragged a little red wagon. Its squeaky wheels bit into the frozen ground from the weight of an old radio and watering cans. Her fur bristled up against the cold and she cast whatever weak magic she could think of, so that her horn would glow warm and bask her head in heat.
The squeaking slowed and stopped as a small greenhouse came into view. It was dirty and old but it worked its purpose. In the middle of winter, the glass structure was an oasis of green life and warmth. Mallard had found the greenhouse abandoned three years ago and it became her own special place.

Stepping inside, the humid heat blanketed Mallard and she could almost imagine it was summer. She switched on the radio and from outside, one could hear the muffled tunes from the 50’s, quiet and full of static.

Mal gripped a watering can and watched as the drops saturated the dirt on the ground and in the pots into a dark brown color. Her horn brushed against some leaves, and using minimal amounts of magic, made them swivel and hum. She never used actual magic to help the plants grow, but it was always beautiful to see the plants so alive.

The warm, humid air made Mallard feel drowsy, reminding her of the perfect summer day. She sighed, an ache sprouting inside of her, wanting for winter to be over. She set the empty watering can down on a wooden crate and looked around at the beauty of life, flourishing in the dead of winter.

A nap would be nice. Mallard lay down and curled up sleepily, her horn pulsing gently as she drifted off.

She twirled around in the grass, laughing, the hot summer sun basking her in bliss. Her tail swished across the ground, disturbing some nesting blackbirds. Lifting her face up to the sky, the sun filtered red through her eyelids. Oh, how she wished summer would never end!
As she rolled down a hill, the sun became almost scalding. She confusedly ran toward the shade of a tree, but relief never came. Something seemed burning, even. Mallard cried out,

Mallard woke suddenly, her mouth bitter and her tongue dry. Her eyes stung and she smelled smoke, as though she was still dreaming. The radio still played its upbeat tunes. Through bleary eyes, she noticed there was something flickering and she felt burning.

She suddenly sprung up, adrenaline buzzing.

The greenhouse was burning!

It looked as though the wooden crate she was sleeping next to caught on fire. And the cause was… she felt her horn burning, hotter than it had ever been before... her magic? She panicked, tears springing to her eyes. Her magic had never been strong enough to even light all the candles on her birthday cake, yet now it had set the whole room on fire. There was a loud crack and a small explosion, and the music stopped playing.

Mallard looked at the only water source in the room, the watering cans, with anguish, and then at the door. She groaned and then dashed for the door. She struggled against the glass, the vacuum inside the greenhouse pulling the door snug. With a final shove, the door popped open and there was a whoosh of cold air. The additional oxygen made the flame leap and lick and dance higher than ever, and then they followed the kitsucorn out the door. Wrath.

Mal’s paws hit the ground at a neck breaking pace, and her heartbeat in her ears matched the pounding on the cold earth. She didn't look behind her but she knew the fire was catching up. She squeezed her eyes shut but she only saw Smokey Bear and his criticizing eyes, only YOU can stop wildfires. Curse modern day advertising.

She shook her head, the bear mascot still at the back of her thoughts. Her horn glowed warmly as she tried using magic to stop the fire but nothing happened. She desperately tried again, and then again, now trying to propel herself forward to escape the danger. Nothing.

The crackling fire consumed the dry forest, engulfing everything in its path. It's hands grabbed the tops of trees and toppled them down, into its open mouth. Gluttony. Greed.

She couldn't feel her legs anymore. Her paws felt frozen yet her hair was singed. She was burning yet freezing at once, and she just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep. Mal leaped over a small frozen creek and her legs buckled under her body. Maybe she could just lay there, wait for it all to be over. Sloth.

Her horn glowed but it was futile, her magic was too weak. She wished she was stronger. She thought of the the famous two tailed kitsucorns and their god-like magic. They would probably be able to stop the fire with a flick of their tails. Envy.

At that moment, she heard sirens in the distance. It was hope. Something to run toward. The popping of the greedy fire came near and she saw embers floating around like little beautiful fairies of death. Lust.

Struggling weakly up again, Mallard was running again, into the oncoming lights of firetrucks. She heard other kitsucorns yelling orders. They were digging a fireline, to stop the fire from advancing any further. Some were using their magic, and charms lit up the forest. Others were using axes and shovels, who like her, did not have such powerful magic. Pride.

As she drew close, some of the kitsucorns noticed her figure and yelled orders at their neighbors.

“Jump! We’ll catch you!” One yelled over. Mallard looked suspiciously at the wide valley, but she glanced back at the fire drawing near, and she knew she had no other choice. She leaped, and halfway across, she felt like she was levitating. She wriggled her little toes and looked up, a heavy mint smell saturating the air as the kitsucorn across from her used their magic to bring her across safely.

Mal landed softly and she thanked the kitsucorn repeatedly and breathlessly. She dropped down onto the ground, tired and still afraid. She looked across the gap and watched at the fire struggled to find its way onward. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked around at the others.

“You’re lucky this was a small one!” A kitsucorn yelled. “I wonder how it started, though.” He mused to himself as he walked the other way, back to the firetruck.

“Well…” Mallard started. The image of Smokey Bear came up again and she cringed. It would be realll fun telling them whose fault it really was.