[kirill]

Yay 8D
To win this JMD, give him a name, and write a story! Make it easy to read, please, meaning using spaced paragraphs and organization instead of one big block of text. Also, you MUST spell check AND check it with a friend! I despise incorrect grammar and hard-to read spelling. If u write lik this or have an overwhelming amount of mistakes, I WILL ignore your form. Take your time, please- You have a week!~
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~Kat

[greye]

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i am the winter, a powerful thing and she is the autumn that keeps things in balance

amazing art was made by infinity and beyond <333
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Sky had finally laid its white woolen blanket over the land, it seemed. It was odd, in a sense. Just days ago, the stems of the leaves had just begun to bleed from their unseen wounds before crumbling away into uncertainty. They looked beautiful, even in death. The leaves were now able to rest, buried under the bleached blanket that provided no warmth on their deathbeds. Zhu always felt guilty, for stepping on them, just the way you would walking through a graveyard.

He had awoken, eyes still frosted from sleep, to be strangely cold under a heap of blankets. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and when they did…
There were some parts of being a child you could never really shake, and this was one of them. The little excitement you got from the first snowfall of the year. He would’ve loved to bolt out the door and dive headfirst into the heaps of white, but his head was still foggy from sleep. Instead, Zhu settled for a cup of tea. On a frigid winter’s day like this one, there were only two things that could keep you warm: the distant summer memories and a cup of tea.

Despite the temperature, it was actually a rather pleasant morning. If you tilted your head just a little bit you couldn’t see the thick white layer concealing the earth. Almost like a summer’s day, he thought. Flicking the tea bag out of his mug, Zhu took a thoughtful sip. The murky brown elixir was bitter yet delicious, warming his tongue. He could slowly feel the tiredness ebbing away with each sip.

Zhu ended up face-down in the snow for the third time today. Those tiny patches of ice concealed under the blanket of white were to blame. They were invisible until you just happened upon them, and by then it was too late. He would've cursed, but he couldn't find the words.

He blinked, wiping the snow from the tips of his eyelashes and hauled himself up to face his chuckling companion. For a moment, their gazes met and her laugh faded away. Zhu's face grew hot as he came up beside her. Nocturne Lights, the love of his life.

The two had been very close friends for as long as Zhu could remember, and he had loved her for exactly two years, three months and eight days. He could recreate that day two years, three months and eight days ago. The two of them had been sidled up near the fireplace, basking in the low light while shielding themselves from the bitter January night. He began to notice those little things like the iridescent color her eyes became in the low light, the way her fur shimmered, that same smile she always gave him. That was the night he realized she was beautiful, and the night he finally gave in to his feelings.

Zhu was almost certain she didn't see him this way, though. From the way she always talked about that one guy who she noticed on the street, or that one who caught her eye the other day. Her ethereal beauty didn't seem to belong beside his average, uninteresting features. He wanted the best for Nocturne, and that was why he kept his mouth shut.

She shot Zhu another playful grinning glance, and he chuckled. A branch, swollen with snow hung right on their path and an idea popped into his head. Suddenly he sprung, taking a flying leap and catching his claws in the stiff, frozen bark. Just like the previous night, snow rained down onto the surprised Nocturne.

She cried out in disgust, yet there was a playful note in her tone. Shaking her fur vigorously, Nocturne gathered a handful of white powder and, without warning, hurled at Zhu. It collided with the small of his back and Zhu made a sound that seemed impossibly high for a dragon of his size. Clawing at the tattered tree bark Zhu could feel his claws losing hold… BAM! The next thing he knew he was on the ground again in a dragon-sized snow crater.

As she approached, he rolled over and writhed in the snow. "I surrender!" he cried while trying not to laugh. Giving another hearty chuckle, Nocturne plopped down beside him and sighed. Reaching out, Zhu brushed a clump of snow from her face their gazes interlocked again, only this time they stayed on each-other. A shiver coursed through her body and Nocturne nuzzled deeper into the scarf loosely draped around her neck, and without thinking Zhu wrapped an arm around her. Perfect, he thought while basking in her warmth. Perfect.


Well, it's short owo

[bsktcase]

res <3

[Spirest]

Possible reserrvvee

[finoodle]

Story;;

[Xhat]

"My name... It's Matrix."

Paw-steps echoed down the street, created among a horde of Jewel Mane Dragons. They swarmed the city, mixing with the humans in the streets of Toronto. Among that loud crowd, Matrix was trotting as quiet as she could. Headphones embraced her head, the song known as 'The Eye of the Tiger' dancing inside her head, tangling into a lively melody. The song seemed to be coming to an end, and the female JMD spoke the words aloud, "The eye of the tigerrr, the eye of the tigerrrr...."

Her head shifted around, checking on the pack which was holding quite a few things. They were, but not limited to, her own computer, wallet, a hacked computer which she was to fix, and a few other things. Everything seemed to be intact, so Matrix turned back around, only to be greeted by the place she was searching for. The sign read, "Tim Hortons", and the female felt a smile take a hold of her features. Where is this location exactly? Well, it's in Toronto, Canada, the capital of Ontario. So, that made Matrix a Canadian.

The JMD took her place in line, which was rather short. One paw reached to pull down her headphones, which now hung around her neck loosely. Matrix hummed a little tune, and before she knew it, she was already at the head of the line. A human looked up, noticing her and repeating a drone of words which she heard every day, "I can help you over here." The smile still present on her face, the female trotted over to the cashier. Before repeating her order, she looked outside, only to see snow was beginning to fall.

Matrix turned back to the cashier, whom was watching her with a bored gaze. "I think I'll have a Medium Hot Chocolate Supreme, with extra whipped cream." she smiled, and watched the other punch in the order. "That'll be five dollars please." the human grumbled, which caused the JMD to hand the money over. Beginning to hum to herself once more, Matrix gripped her Hot Chocolate, and found a place to sit by the window. With a sigh, Matrix watched the tiny little flakes of snow fall to the ground. She would do anything to be as free as the snow in the wind.

The anthro put her hot beverage aside, reaching into the pack and pulling out a laptop. The small sticker on the lid of it read 'Acer', which just so happened to be the company of whom made it. This was not her own laptop, rather one she was supposed to fix. The JMD that had brought it to her had said it had a virus that the software did not get rid of. Being the Computer Technician she was, Matrix never rejected a challenge like this.

Once she had opened up the computer and turned it on, a horrible sight greeted her. The screen was completely static, much like a television which didn't receive a signal. A frown replaced the female's previous smile, and she set off to work.

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About half an hour after she had started, Matrix was able to erase all the memory and completely replace everything. Her claw held down the power button, systems soon shutting off. A sigh escaped her nostrils, computer restoring was quite the agitating work. Yet, Matrix still enjoyed the job.

With careful paws, Matrix placed the restored computer back in the pack, and pulled out her own. A smile soon made it's way back onto her face, and the system was soon powered on. Matrix scanned over her emails, but one in particular caught her eye. The JMD checked it several times, and each time it made her eyes light up even more. It was from her brother, whom she hadn't heard from in about four years. The lid was slammed shut, and laptop shoved into her pack. Her brother was contacting her, and that was all that mattered.

In hurried steps, the anthro made her way our of the coffee shop. She tugged the white and black plaid scarf from her bag, and wrapped it around her neck. The little flakes rested on her eyelids, some even mixing in with her fur. The bitterness of the wind was a nice thing to feel, although most felt it was a nuisance. Normally it didn't snow this much in Toronto, so Matrix was even more excited.


Canada... it was the place for her. Good luck came wherever she was.

[peppermintleo]

Nitro-Ion
Pronounced "ni-tro-wh-ei-on"

[asexual pirate;;]

techno.

Nothing settled Techno quite like a nice cup of pleasantly bitter coffee, but tonight, it wasn’t very calming.

He stared, frozen, at the black laptop in front of him like it happened to be a dangerous mamba ready to bite and kill. The fuzzy, flash-to-white-fuzz-back-to-fire-background screen fluttered infuriatingly at him. His unwelcome task had loomed over him for a week, and the return of the computer tomorrow afternoon didn’t quite help his case.

Techno’s steady green eyes stared absently at the screen. How had he gotten into this mess?

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Just a week earlier, he had been cornered. By him.

The most terrifying JMD in Techno’s life. The little devil on his shoulder from years upon years ago. And now, he stood in front of him, a black laptop at his feet.

“You’re a computer geek, right? I mean, you look like one.”

Techno stared, shock in his gaze. “I… Uh… N-no, sir!” he stammered.

The other dragon scowled. “Did I hear no? Don’t tell me you can’t! What, with those looks and that name, you’re just built for the job,” he spat.

Techno looked away, desperately trying to come up with a clever excuse to get out of this mess. “I can’t do it in such short time!”

“What do you mean? You haven’t-” the other dragon, Joe, narrowed his eyes. “Stop giving me this! You’re gonna fix it and you have a week. If you don’t, so help me…”

Techno gulped. “O-okay, sir,” he whispered, gingerly picking up the laptop, he scooted past Joe and made a run for it.

As soon as he reached his home, he slammed the door and locked it behind him. Entering his home office, he slammed Joe’s computer to the desk and flopped down, relaxing in the comfort of the plain navy walls. For an hour, he stared blankly at a little black smudge on the wall, mind completely blank.

Five minutes pass five in the evening, he rose to his feet and walked outside to his backyard. Instantly, a bombardment of sweet smells greeted him. Honeysuckle, clematis, jasmine, evening primrose, butterfly bush, and underlying it all, the rich aroma of dirt. The sun glimmered just above the horizon, annoyingly hitting Techno right in the eye. Ducking his head, he hurried down the granite-stone path into his little patch of grass. Earthy smelling and shaded by silver maples, the clump of wild grass gave comfort. The air perfumed by jasmine and honeysuckle, the grass kept cool my the maples, who gently revealed their silver back in the soft breeze.

Taking a long, deep breath, Techno closed his eyes and flopped down here to, for now he need some time with thoughts.

This is what I love… Not computers. Technology hates me. Plants don’t, he thought absently. Joe is such an idiot… I can’t even fix it…



*Joe is a JMD I made up. Any reference to a real JMD with said name is purely coincidence. I mean not to offend people, as Joe is purely there for the antagonist part of my story.

I am done. c:

[olive oil]

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Ｔｈｅ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ ｂｅｇａｎ in his mother's elegant handwriting.
∂єαяєѕт ѕση,
ι нσρє тнαт уσυ ωιℓℓ ƒιη∂ ℓσνє ιη уσυя ƒσѕтєя ραяєηт'ѕ ¢αяє. ι αм ιη¢яє∂ιвℓу ѕσяяу ƒσя нανιηg тσ αвαη∂ση уσυ; ι тнιηк ιт мαу вє σηє σƒ тнє ωσяѕт мιѕтαкєѕ ι ωιℓℓ єνєя мαкє. נυѕт кησω тнαт ι ωιℓℓ ℓσνє уσυ; αℓωαуѕ.

ѕтαу ѕтяσηg.

The 16 year old Jewel Mane Dragon quietly folded up the letter that his mother had written to him when he was a child.6 years ago, he finally was able to open it. On his tenth birthday. One of the worst days of his life. Looking back on it now, the slightly attractive (to the other gender, of course) JMD blink away several tears and ran a paw through his fur. Smiling on the outside, he placed the letter back in the bottom drawer of his computer desk; complete with a leather chair with wheels. On the inside, though, though, this JMD was frustrated. Mad. Angered. Whatever you want to call it. He was frustrated because his mother left him. He was frustrated because she didn't keep in contact. He was most frustrated because he didn't know who he was.

Ｔｈｅ ｔｅｅｎａｇｅｒ ｊｕｓｔ sighed and slid across his room in the chair. Finally getting bored, the green JMD slipped on a headset and started up his favorite game- Call of Duty Black Ops Zombies. Immediately, the sounds of others shouting through the game filled his ears.
"Cover me, cover me!"
"Look out, there's a- never mind."
"Hey guys, the Hacker's joined!" The dragon, as we now know as 'The Hacker', smiles slightly.
"Miss me?" He says, sniping a few zombie on the streets.
"You know it!" 'The Hacker' hears, as well as other yes' and of courses. The JMD smiles again, knowing that this was were he was most at home; sitting in his leather chair, looking at a flat screen TV and playing CoD.
"Hey Hack, you still there?" A female voice rings out from the crowd. 'The Hacker' clears his throat.
"Um, ah, yeah, just, uh-" He shoots some more undead and more yelling commences before he can speak again. "-just thinking." He finally finishes. "What if we could, um, actually play this?" The circuit pattern on him glows a bit.
A small laugh comes from the silent crowd. "Dude. We are actually playing it."
"No, I mean- ah, never mind." He says, and continues to shoot, now switching his gun to an AK-47. What this 'Hacker' didn't know, though, was that he would hack his way into some serious trouble.

"Ｇｉｇａｂｙｔｅ!" Ｈｉｓ foster mother called up to him. "Time for supper!" The dragon, whose real name is Gigabyte (not 'the Hacker'), muttered a quick 'I have to go' and rushed down the stairs, not bothering to turn of his X-box. He quickly ate his food, not trying to strike up a conversation of any sort. He was never the social type. Gigabyte was too busy thinking. He knew his friends didn't understand his plans, but he had it layed out all in his mind. Smiling as he ate his mashed-potatoes,

(wipwipwipwip)

[carmineflyer]

_ _ _ _ |[Name]| _ _ _ _
00101000111101110
Oh... Is this thing on? 0100011010
My name is Lumen.

_ _ _ 010011|[Story]|01010_ _ _
Lumen continued to type in her program. This could be it! She would finally be seen as the genius she was instead of the mute dragon everyone thought she was. This program could change everything for her. Of course, she'd said the same thing about the program that did your math homework for you (stolen by popular person) the taste tester for cafeteria food (laughed at) and the little gear paper airplane that folded into a pen when the teacher came over to you. At least if no one else liked this invention, then she could still have someone who did. She finished the program, and slotted it into the CD drive on the main body. Pressing the button on the front (disguised as a loose wire. Can't be too careful after the stolen math homework doer crime) the mini computer popped out and she finished the last few codes. Lumen popped the computer back in, and pulled the red loose wire. The lights blinked on and the simple metal box lit up. A little glowing orb popped up, and Lumen stared at it, hoping her program would have worked just this once. The orb blinked a few times, and scanned her. Then the words began to scroll down on it: Hello... Lumen... 010101 Maker recognized.... Scanning... 010101
Lumen watched in awe, then pulled the black loose wire to open the mini computer again, typing in: What is your name? Could this be it?
The orb blinked as it processed the words, then it spewed out: Name... 947201... 1010101.... Processing... Finding name... I am... My name is... How do you do?
What? Lumen typed in the command again: What is your name? She had programed the cube to be a free thinker, and with its database located on the internet, it could scroll through available names to find a match that it would like.
The orb wizzed and hummed again, and after blinking a few more times, spewed out: Name... Processing... Maker name Lumen... My name is... Searching... Searching... Searching... Search complete. My name is... Search...
Lumen was getting a little confused now. Was the cube working or not? She typed in a confirmation code to check what the cube had just said. She then checked the cubes "profile." Her cube had named itself "Search?" Out of all those names, it chose "Search?" Ah well. Nothing to be done now. Hello Search. I am Lumen. What would you like to know? She had programed it to learn, to want to know. She waited for Search's answer as the orb blinked and hummed. Finally, text scrolled from the orb, and she got her answer:
Everything.
Lumen smiled and Search blinked and hummed and beeped. Finally. A success. And perhaps... A friend?