[ToastingCinnamon]

While everyone is on the topic of birds!
Psst to other artist I call owls, I'm making a bunch of owl adopts. ;>

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The story can be about anything! ouo

Ends July 14th~

[yuketsu]

Username: Thistlestar
Name: Soot
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[rochester.]

username ;;
rochester.
name ;;
baltimore
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balty is the most social, friendly, and insane psuedo you'll ever meet.
short story ;;

some say it was the coffee.

that the cup that balty slurped up as a babe was just too much for his teensy immune system. but no. they were wrong. it was the candy bar. here is the story of baltimore's mistake.

[margayritaville]

Username
GreenOak

Name
Ninox
(yes I am aware that's part of a Speckled Owl's latin/scientific name)

Personality
Ninox is a sour fellow. He doesn't seem to like to interact with many of the others, unless you have caught his interest. Even so, he will usually push away help, unless he is in grave danger and/or can't fight back.

In the rare occasion that someone becomes friends with him, his sour outer shell will usually make way for a more kinder inner shell.

Short Story
(I hope a poem is okay!)

A fragile owl calls from a tree,
Alone in this world for another day.
It looks peaceful and free,
But if it spoke to you that's not what it would claim.

It wishes to be with the others,
Soaring in the sky without a care in the world.
Flying with its brothers,
But alas it is trapped.

Unable to fly with a broken wing,
It is sentenced to a sadden death.
It can only sing,
Of it's tragic misfortune.

[dogish]

Username: iDrowned
Name: Bee
Personality: Bee isn't really much of a talker.
instead, he uses sign language, writes on paper, or traces words on
your skin, or into dirt to communicate. he is very sweet and caring, and
loves to randomly buy gifts for who he loves. he does get homesick when
away for a while.
Short Story: Bee was strolling outside, just to clear
his mind. he was taking in all the scents of his surroundings, all the noises,
all the images. he was loving it. he walked down to the beach, splaying his
paws across the cool sand, marking little paw-prints as he walked down to
the water, taking in the smells of salt, and the people around him.
it was peaceful there. as it got later out, Bee made his way over to
the boardwalk, where he strode across it, to the edge. he could see
everything out in front of him. it was a beautiful sight. there, he sat
upon his haunches, staring out into the horizon. he wast watching as
the clouds' colors change, from their puffy off-white color, to a more,
pink-blue-orange color. he was taking in every inch of the sky, enjoying
all the wonderful colors. "splash". out of the corner of his eye, he
saw the water splash for a moment. the it did it again. he looked directly
at the spot where the splashing was occurring. then he realized what they
were. their slick bodies gleaming in the sunset. dolphins! he was seeing
dolphins! what an amazing night he thought this was. the beautiful sunset,
the dolphins. when the red sun soon died down, he started to head back
home. he couldn't wait to draw everybody what he saw!

[RedFur1322]

O.O oh my

Marking and entering later

[ToastingCinnamon]

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[RedFur1322]

Username: RedFur1322
Hi there

Name: Tyrone
I love this name. Why must silly names confound me so.

Personality:
Tyrone is the most charming pseudo you will ever meet. He is unique in his own ways, and finds uncommon solutions to problems. He hates it when guys, like himself, Flirt over girls, and feels that the girl should pick you, and so on. He is unlike all the modern Pseudos, and is very calm and understanding, with a great sense of responsibility. He never leaves a job behind, and finishes his work, like a good dragon should. However, he does have a daring side, and when left alone, he likes to create an obstacle course out of household objects and go through them before his owner gets home. He has a place for everyone in his heart.

Short Story:
The sun bore down onto the street as a small pseudo walked along. His Tawny Brown and Dark chocolate skin reflected the sun rays back into the sky. The small pseudo look around as he made his way to a very secret, hideout. No, not for bad guys or criminals, but for him and his friends to share. He only allows a select few of friends to enjoy this place, as he has so many and only a few true friends.
The small pseudo stopped at a sewer pipe, and made sure no one was following. This was a shortcut to his hideout, and he dared anyone to follow him in here, as he created so many tunnels in it with only one true exit. One could get stuck down here forever and not find their way back out.
He followed a scent only he could Identify; The scent of Azure Alaconda, a kind of bug scent that used by agents and criminals alike as a distraction and coverup. Only him and his friends had been trained to Identify it, as it's hard to pick up in this sewer pipe.
Carefully making his way through the path and deftly dodging rats and cockroaches, he appeared In a small clearing. Taking a deep breath and embracing his daredevil side, he walked forward, right onyx the edge of a cliff. It was here he lost most followers, as they were not daring enough to make the jump. He, however, had done it a hundred times. It was more like a routine for him.
Wiggling his rump and closing his eyes, he leaped across the ditch and landed on the other side with ease. Now, all that was left was to find and enter the pseudo- dug tunnel that leads to his hideout. He quickly found the entrance covered in leaves, and made his way through the dark and dirty tunnel. Coming out, he approached what he had been searching for; his hideout. It was strange looking sticks that had been twisted into pillars, and straw and leaves as the roof. There was a worn doll couch that had been stained by mud, and a doll table he found around his house. But there was also something else- his friends.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TYRONE!" They called to him, suddenly and unexpectedly. He jumped at the sound of their voices. "Wha... What?" Tyrone said in confusion.
"It's a surprise birthday party! They all cried, their presents shining in the wrapper as they put them on the table. "And now, it's time for you to get one more suprise!"
"Wow, you guys are amazing! I didn't think you--"
He stopped as they brought out a huge birthday cake, all decorated in his favorite colors, and glittering multi- colored Oreo Cookies.

"Aww, you shouldn't have!" Tyrone said in appreciation.

[Poserpanda]

Username: AmberStrike


Name: Roan Sivil


Personality: She is the girl that loves to spy on people for the fun of it. Roan thinks she can get away with a lot of things, so this fuels her energy to find different dragons to write about in her journal. She loves keeping careful records of what everyone does. However, she would never share these journals with anyone, because they wouldn't understand her hobby. Some dragons might even make fun of her for following others around just to write down their daily lives. She figures that not enough people keep dairies, so she might as well do it for them.


Short Story: One night when Roan Sivil had another bout of Insomnia, she decided to go out and follow one of her favorite Pseudodragon. Her name was Lumone Beatrice, and she loved to make origami stars for people and place them in their dens. Roan followed Lumone on her regular route, watching closely and taking notes on how each star was different. Lumone took great care when folding the paper, and it never tore. So the stars were perfect where they sat, and since it was shiny paper that she used, it often caught the moonlight and sparkled. Roan felt a hint of privilege when she was able to watch this private practice of good will. It made her want to do the same and tonight she did. Roan wrote a short letter to Lumone about how admirable her work was, and at the end of the note, Roan left her own version of an origami star, writing on it a simple message.

Because Roan was grateful to Lumone for teaching her a valuable lesson, even though it was unintentional.

[ToastingCinnamon]

judging!