[_Wolfgirl_]

Thanks!

Username: _Wolfgirl_
Showname: Whispering Hollows' Forest of Oaks
Call name: Oak
Gender: Buck
Story:Wip ^^

Im sorry, I just don't have the time to write a story at the moment.

[halierae]

Username: halierae
Showname:Blue Eyed Boy
Call name: Blue
Gender: Buck
Story:

The little pup was scared, rushing around the small bush it was hiding under. It suddenly was picked up by the scruff and its scared blue eyes came to meet a pair of warm ones. "Hello there little one... That's an interesting coat for those eyes." Usually blue eyed Nannucks were white or grey... My talking was answered by more of a squeak than a bark as the small Nannuck squirmed in my grasp. I tucked him neatly into my coat, his eyes on mine, and started walking home. Getting to Wolf natured Nannucks was hard enough without the little one gnawing my jacket, but it was fine by me, he kept staring at me, those amazing blue eyes made his little face kissable. "Almost there buddy" I said as we got to the gates. When we stepped inside, we were greeted by wolves and Nannucks alike. The little one squeaked and wriggled, trying to stay away from the bigger creatures. I carried the little guy into one of the breeding stalls, and set him down next to one of my Nannucks who had lost her pups. "Aika," I said carefully. "Would you take care of this one for me?" She sniffed the little one and started vigorously licking his head. I couldn't just keep calling him little boy, could I? No, I couldn't. "Blue." I said finally, "My Blue Eyed Boy." The little thing stared at me with its startling eyes, and I knew he was going to be alright. I stayed with them for the rest of the night, just watching the bright-eyed little guy sleep and explore. "My Blue Eyed Boy." I said again, picking up the pup and holding him close. "Always my boy."

[motto]

Username: Motto

Showname: Sly as a Fox

Call name: Fox

Gender: Buck

Story:
As I trudged through the crisp leaves that covered the forest floor, I noticed the laces on my left hunting boot were undone. I walked over to a small, moss-covered rock, and sat down. Setting down my bow, I bent over and skilfully looped the tan laces through the metal brackets, finishing with a good old-fashioned bow. Sitting back up, I took a deep breath and pushed my brown hair out of my face, my grey eyes scanning my surroundings for any sign of movement. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and birds chirped overhead. Everything seemed peaceful in the forest. How I only wished it was like that at home. If I didn’t return with any game tonight, my family and I would most likely starve. I wouldn’t have any more hunting chances until next week, and by then it would be too late.

Looking up at the sky, I noticed that the sun was getting lower, and I realized I needed to hurry. I grabbed my bow and stood up, adjusting the backpack on my back to a more comfortable position before setting off at a brisk pace, still keeping silent.

After another half-hour of looking, I started to lose hope. The sun was nearing the horizon now, and a rich rose color filled the sky.

The snap of a twig startled me, and I turned to see the most magnificent deer, or so I thought, staring at me from about twenty yards away. Steadily, I pulled a single arrow out from the quiver on my back, notching it on my bow. I pulled back, my muscles tight, preparing to release.

Suddenly a loud rustling of leaves sounded to my right, and out of instinct, I turned my head towards the noise. A fox, male, by the looks of it, stood not even fifteen feet away from me, its mouth covered with white foam. The foam could only mean one thing: rabies. I needed to get out of here. If that thing bit me. . . well, it would be bad.

I suddenly remembered the deer, and turned back to where it had been, only to discover, to my disappointment, that it was gone. My heart sank, as I realized that had probably been my only chance.

Then, a loud howl came from my right, and to my surprize, I saw the deer charging toward the fox. The fox, still focused on me, didn’t know what was coming. Suddenly the deer’s jaws were closed around the fox’s neck, and the fox was dead.

The deer looked up at me with it’s stunning blue-green eyes, and I realized then that it was not a deer. The creature had the build of a greyhound-type dog, with a lion-like tail, and kudu horns. I was not sure what it was, I had never seen anything like it, even in the old books father had at home.

The creature took a step toward me, and the fear returned. I started to back away, then stopped; I could tell, by the look in its eyes, that it wasn’t trying to hurt me. It took a few more steps toward me, until it was close enough to where I could touch it. Tentatively, I reached a hand out, placing it on its smooth brown coat. It bowed its head a bit, and I knew then that this creature, whatever it was, was here to help me.

“Fox. I think I’ll call you Fox.”

[Alva.]

Will be judged at 5 ET tonight.

[motto]

Ooh, excited! I love this character, as well as the species. <3

[halierae]

Good luck everybody!

[motto]

Thanks! Good luck to you too c:

[halierae]

Aww thanks motto

[Alva.]

Username: Motto

Showname: Sly as a Fox

Call name: Fox

Gender: Buck

Story:
As I trudged through the crisp leaves that covered the forest floor, I noticed the laces on my left hunting boot were undone. I walked over to a small, moss-covered rock, and sat down. Setting down my bow, I bent over and skilfully looped the tan laces through the metal brackets, finishing with a good old-fashioned bow. Sitting back up, I took a deep breath and pushed my brown hair out of my face, my grey eyes scanning my surroundings for any sign of movement. Sunlight filtered through the trees, and birds chirped overhead. Everything seemed peaceful in the forest. How I only wished it was like that at home. If I didn’t return with any game tonight, my family and I would most likely starve. I wouldn’t have any more hunting chances until next week, and by then it would be too late.

Looking up at the sky, I noticed that the sun was getting lower, and I realized I needed to hurry. I grabbed my bow and stood up, adjusting the backpack on my back to a more comfortable position before setting off at a brisk pace, still keeping silent.

After another half-hour of looking, I started to lose hope. The sun was nearing the horizon now, and a rich rose color filled the sky.

The snap of a twig startled me, and I turned to see the most magnificent deer, or so I thought, staring at me from about twenty yards away. Steadily, I pulled a single arrow out from the quiver on my back, notching it on my bow. I pulled back, my muscles tight, preparing to release.

Suddenly a loud rustling of leaves sounded to my right, and out of instinct, I turned my head towards the noise. A fox, male, by the looks of it, stood not even fifteen feet away from me, its mouth covered with white foam. The foam could only mean one thing: rabies. I needed to get out of here. If that thing bit me. . . well, it would be bad.

I suddenly remembered the deer, and turned back to where it had been, only to discover, to my disappointment, that it was gone. My heart sank, as I realized that had probably been my only chance.

Then, a loud howl came from my right, and to my surprize, I saw the deer charging toward the fox. The fox, still focused on me, didn’t know what was coming. Suddenly the deer’s jaws were closed around the fox’s neck, and the fox was dead.

The deer looked up at me with it’s stunning blue-green eyes, and I realized then that it was not a deer. The creature had the build of a greyhound-type dog, with a lion-like tail, and kudu horns. I was not sure what it was, I had never seen anything like it, even in the old books father had at home.

The creature took a step toward me, and the fear returned. I started to back away, then stopped; I could tell, by the look in its eyes, that it wasn’t trying to hurt me. It took a few more steps toward me, until it was close enough to where I could touch it. Tentatively, I reached a hand out, placing it on its smooth brown coat. It bowed its head a bit, and I knew then that this creature, whatever it was, was here to help me.

“Fox. I think I’ll call you Fox.”

Oh gosh, this one was hard, especially with so few entries. But, I had to give it to Motto. I loved your story, and I love his name (I'm a fox-fan!). Very original and very cute, great job Motto!

Halierae, you didn't make it easy on me. I loved how you connected his name and the story, and it was very touching. Very, very close, but Motto pulled ahead by a hair.

[motto]

Awesome, thanks! c: <3