[smoochio]

[center]ID: 005

Winner: '.~Void Runner~.

[Rhei-Chan Sun]

Username: ForgottenCat
Name: Peintre feu (Fire Painter)
Gender: Female
Story:
Peintre feu Loved the outdoors, she would spend her days in the large wooded area outside her den. She had lived here for years and much to come. Good things will come if you do the deed first her mother would always tell her as a child. She had been living alone and sucked into dark dreams. They would tell her it was her fault her mother left. Yet should would not believe these such told lies from her mind. Years had passed, night mares more often. She stayed indoors, leaving the empty world without her presence. A young fox had seen her indoors many times, too scared to see who this young animal was. 'Soon' she would say, days,weeks, months passed finally the young fox approached the small hole in the ground. She called out' hello?' Peintre feu escaped her nightmare. She trembled from the coldness that ate away at her thin, bone, sculpture. She slowly padded to the entrance and towered over the small fox. She trembled in fear. They talked, had happy memories, Peintre feu's fears of being alone passed and her nightmares left. She was happy again.

[BloodyIsAGlowstick]

Username: Animewolf543
Name: Delphi
Gender: Female
Story: Everyday ever since I could remember I had woken up to do just the same thing,paint everything my orb will allow me to.The sun,the grass everything I have in my power to bring to life.For once I wanted an adventure.To paint something besides the normal things I do everyday so I set out.An adventure to discover,an adventure to find.Swiftly following the painted sunrise I set off,hoping to get far on the first day of my travels.I'd always wondered how far the world stretched,how far I could go without stopping,what might lay on the other end of the world and I was going to find out for I was filled with an incredible wonder and would not stop until it was fulfilled.(Will continue if I win it ^^)

[smoochio]

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[dragoncatofpern]

Username: dragoncatofpern
Name: Amhran
Amhran is the Irish Gaelic word for song. Since this DG seems to really sing out to me as a wonder, I decided to choose Amhran for a name if I get her.

Story:
Soar between the mountains. Feel the cold up draft on your wings. Scan the land below you. It is colorless, stretching from one end of the horizon to the other. Grass waves in the fields below. It is pale white and black. Hear the faint heartbeat of an old, sick rabbit in his burrow. That prey is not worth your attention, so ignore it. See the tree line many miles ahead of you, black treetops reaching into a blue sky, the only color there is here. Wait. A trange heartbeat begins to pump. It is one you have never heard he likes of before. See a sudden patch of green in one corner of the field. Something is there.
You land on a high ledge on a mountain to watch what happens. The splash of green quickly turns into an explosion of color. The heartbeat follows it. Dive down, swoop into the plains. Observe. Before you stands a creature, no more than two feet tall. She looks at you, or seems to, before going about her business. You watch her, intrigued, as she spreads color about. At last the creature looks at you, narrowing her eyes. You could swear you heard a voice in your head.
Why do you wait, child of the sky? I cannot color you. Why wait here for a stranger to finish doing what she must? The other seems prickly, perhaps, but not unfriendly. You cock your head and think a few words back experimentally. What are you? How bring you color to this place, that which has not been here since the first few dawns I knew? You ask. Why ask you so many questions, winged one? I have a duty and I must dispense it. Always I have remembered this place as near to my heart, but always it was full of color. I try my best to restore it.
It is not long before you find yourself best of friends to the other, who's name you later find is Amhran. Though you still know not where she lives, nor where she goes when not on duty, you both appreciate the company, sometimes silent, sometimes full of words.

One day storm clouds were boiling over the sky. You see the familiar renewel of color in the field, and plunge. You land on a tree branch near Amhran. Today was a day for silence. It was not a hostile silence, nor an awkward one. The silence here welcomed, it treasured, it cared. This silence sat and listened to the subtext, all that was not said. Neither friend noticed when the snow began to pour down in huge white flakes. At any rate not until the extraordinarily strong wind whips you out of the air. Hail tumbles about, knocking your wings. You close your eyes, spread your wings, and hope to wait it out.
The blizzard was terrible. Still you toil on, hoping desperately that your friend will be alright. At least,until Kiuren the eagle was knocked out of the air beside you. You watch as Kiuren is battered by hailstones and carried off by the wind. Your keen eyes see the storm fling her friend against a boulder. At last you let out a terrible keen and race to your friend's side.

Kiuren! Amhran shouted, Kiuren, where are you? Do you live? There was no response. Amhran began to run across the piled snow until she came to the place where the eagle had landed. There Amhran began to dig. A scarlet stain spread across the snow. Hidden underneath the ice, an eagle, once proud and strong, lay beaten. Her wing was bent at an odd angle, her beak was crushed, and her body bloody from being dashed against the rocks. There was no breath in the body.
Amhran's cry was heard throughout the land. It raced between valleys, echoing off mountainsides. The blizzard did little to muffle it. Now that valley is always bursting with color, and is covered in the strangest of flowers: bright red poppies, everywhere. Blood red. Amhran was rarely since seen the valley, though her presence was known. Sometimes she was felt more than seen, a sad, thoughtful presence. And Amhran roamed. You may notice next time you visit that valley, a great bush of red flowers on a patch of such sheer rock it is a wonder it could grow. When you approach it, you may feel her, Amhran, solemn and sad. Yet when the summer comes and the sunshine on the flower bush, you may feel an incredulous joy, pride. That too is Amhran. She is simply remembering her beloved friend as the eagle lived instead of how she died.

[Jean.]

Username: Tori!(:
Name: Zuzaria
Gender: Female
Story: Born to a loving family that protected and cared for her. She was born a caring girl and loved to be their for her friends. She was raised by parents that were sweet on everyone they met. She loved to be with her parents whenever she could. When she needed any advice, she would always ask her mom what she thinks before making a decision. She was always there helping her friends when they needed help as well. She grew into a very confident girl and very strong minded. She loved helping others and being there to help anyone that needed help. She moved out from her parents home but still keeps in contact with them while looking for her a mate. She hasn't found one yet but she is still trying to find one. She is scouring the world for a mate now.(WIP)

[king_bear]

username;; checky; I was once checkered, lucifer, and more. but still changing back to checky/checkered everytime.
name;; Houalas
gender;; female
story;;
Crack. A twig; it broke. The dark forest floor was bedded with leaves, softly crackling while a quick paced creature moved over them. Behind her, the leaves flew up in the air, softly moving back and forth, lowering, and eventually ending up on the ground again. A slight breeze touched the creature's shoulders, and its manes were gently flowing around its neck. Strange, it was, to be at this hour on the human world.
But everyone knows that whenever the sun sets, lowering its bright face under the horizon and the moon, climbing up the stairs, there are creatures set free in the darkest moments, some that you wouldn't want to face, some who only want to help.
In their own way, of course.

Solitary, that was how the creature lived. Alone; barely seeing a fellow creature of her kind, but satisfied. There was no need of socializing, there was no need for rowdy, light places. There was only the forest. And she.
Crack.
The long, muscled paws brought her towards the nearest tree. Two empty eyes scanned the area - nothing to see. She felt the other creature's presence. She felt its needs of colour. Red, and green. Blood and nature.
Four pairs of claws digged into the trees bark. She felt the wood moan under her grip, felt it hesistate, waiting for her to fall. Deeper. The nails digged deeper into the tree, giving her a tight grip on the slippy wood.
Higher.
wip c:

[Shire14]

Username: shire14
Name: Rakuyō (means falling leaf in Japanese)
Gender: Female
Story: It was a cold autumn day and I was walking through the forest. It was perfect, the weather, the trees, the temperature; I had gotten lost in the colors and my thoughts. So, when I walked into a strange uncolored part deep in the heart of the forest I barely noticed until they started changing to rich fiery oranges, reds, and yellows, even rusty brown. A quick glimpse of a fast moving figure would dart through the trees sending a wave of air through the leaves, after the wind had engulfed the tree the figure would dart in and the tree would turn beautiful autumn colors. I stood there awed and watched a line of tree each go from dull colorless leaves to bright and vibrant colors of autumn. Then, it stopped and a beautiful best appeared in between the two trees in front of me. Even behind its mask it seemed to be wearily regarding me, as if a was a foe. Slowly I pulled my hands out of my pockets, emptying them too, and showed them to it. I could tell that it visibly relaxed. Slowly it circled me, studying me and assessing me. Finally it approached me head on. It stood in front of me and placed its tail on my shoulder. Then suddenly it backed up and bounded back to the trees, it cast a glance over its shoulder and flicked its tail towards it. A clear sign to follow it...

[.chamomile.]

::Username:: Jaytage

::Name:: Zelpha

::Gender:: Female

::Story::

Winter.
It's cold. Zelpha shivers, her furry coat of brown and blue unable to keep out the freezing cold wind of Winter. She shook her head, holding her orb in one paw. Winter was so bare, white everywhere. There was nothing for her to color, not yet. It is time to return home. She tells herself as a whip of cold air flashes past her. She could wait, Winter would be over soon in the human world, and Spring would come.
In a whirl of colors, light, and sound, Zelpha returns to her home dimension in the blink of an eye, to fast for humans to see, but not to notice. Here, at home, Zelpha returns to a small tent of sorts, and decides to reorganize her colors. She has a lot of them, more than any other Gip she knows of. There are her plain greens and reds, the boring ones that she doesn't usually paint with. But then there are the shades and hues of them, the deep emeralds, blazing reds, quiet forest greens. Those are the ones Zelpha loves to use in Spring, when the plants are new and bright, before they die in the blazing heat of Summer. That's when she has to tone down their colors, to make them look dead, dry, withered.
Zelpha chooses her colors, gathering them in her orb. Then, she waits.
She waits for what only seems like an hour or so, but on Earth, an entire season has passed.
When the time is right, Zelpha stands, a bright blaze of eagerness and joy surrounds her and grasps onto her spirit tightly. It is time for Spring.
Again, Zelpha returns to Earth, where she finds the white had disappeared and tiny shoots of life are beginning to grow. There are already flowers buds on trees and burrowing out of the ground. She moves towards the trees, wrapping her tail around the trunk of one to color it. The boring dull green of the current leaves turns into a bright shade of emerald, forest, cactus, and so much more. The tree is alive now!
Zelpha continues on like this, coloring every tree in her area until there are no more to color. Then its the grass, and bushes.
Then comes her favorite part, coloring the fresh new buds of life.
They are so delicate and fragile, Zelpha takes extra care with each an every one. They are the color of life, a light, but fresh green color that speaks of fresh new growth and promises yet to come. Near to the roots, Zelpha colors them darker shade of green, and the tips, a brighter shade that is close to white. Some of the buds she colors pallid reds, soft rose colors, and bright shades of poppy. The others, she leaves to other Gips to color.
She has spent many days and nights here, more than she has bothered to keep track of. Soon, the people will begin to appreciate her work as Spring develops and grows. She hopes that they will be pleased.
Taking in the view from the top of a tall, umber green pine, Zelpha takes in her work. A sea of greens greets her, and she picks out the tiny red buds she has spent so long coloring.
Happy and satisfied, Zelpha returns to her home dimension, and waits for Summer.

['.~VoidRunner~.']

Username: '.~Void Runner~.'
Name: Luonnon Armo (Nature's Grace)
Gender: Female
Story:
The stars were abnormally bright this night. A certain one in particular shimmered beautifully. Many onlookers peered warily at the dark void of night sky, but few gave it a second thought. The stars seemed too monotonous, too tiring, shining every night. The knowledge of the death of each and every star hung absently in the minds of the educated. Of course, even at this time of the night, many creatures lay awake, staring at the beautiful night sky. Reds, greens, blues, whites, oranges; each and every star was colored, you just needed to see it. Look harder than usual, perhaps. Many most likely don't realize this, but, who do you think colors these stars? Who do you think brings the beautifully exuberant, flamboyant colors to this otherwise plain, cruel world? Without the power held by a certain lovely species, this world would be nothing. Just a hallow husk of dullness, lacking in what once made it beautiful.

Or, maybe that's just being conceded of myself. Of course, it is mostly true, am I wrong? What more could you ask of us? We go around, coloring the world you know, bringing life to everything, but all we ask is safety and security. However, we cannot be guaranteed this. The danger we may face, each and every night, each and every time we must venture into this brutal world to bring beauty to something you would otherwise not take a second glance at, it hangs in the back of our minds. Why? Why push the thought of our own lives being at stake to the back of our minds? Simply because we love what we do. We enjoy bringing beauty to our worlds. We love coloring the wary night sky with beautiful colors. We love whisking our paints over the sun's plain lights as it rises each morning, and sets each night. We love bringing joy to the ones who are not yet beaten by ruthless life. We love all that we do for those who appreciate it as well as those who don't. It doesn't matter what we face whilst doing these things. All that matters is that we do it. The consequences of not succeeding at our jobs may not be great. What if I hadn't colored that beautiful rose in Meridith's garden this morning before the sun's light awoke the tired old women? Maybe she wouldn't have taken a second glance at the plain, colorless rose, or, she may have felt hallow and sunken at the loss of beauty. A rose smells just as sweet when called any other name, but it is not just as beautiful without it's color.

I sigh inwardly to myself as I lift myself from the ground. I feel the sun rising... I color the rays with beauty as best I can with the limitations my colors bring. With each step I take, color dashes into the grasses beneath my paws. The joy I feel, the eagerness, the happiness. Nothing compares to the warmth I feel when I share my colors with the world. I tell you this because I must share it. Everything gets a little lonely sometimes, no?


Still a WIP, although the story is done!.