[~Ghosttiee~]

What is a Makoatl?
A Makoatl is a terrestrial shark-dragon hybrid recently discovered
off the coast of the Greenland sea. They have the powerful tail
and jaws of a shark, with the body and (occasional) horns of a dragon.
They usually have manes, and are covered in thick coats of fur-
adapted to keeping out the cold in their native habitat.
They live on a diet of mainly meat and fish, and are known to be vicious
hunters! Despite this attitude toward their prey, however, they
are very protective and mothering to their offspring,
as well as to each other the majority of the time.

Yeeeee I love natural designs~ <3

I hope you like this one as much as I do <3

Based off an Aussie <3 {those dogs are so pretty ;0; amg.}

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This one is a free adopt <3

Give this Mako a personality in five words or less and write a story about them in 800 words or less <3

Prettying up and extras are aloud ^ ^

There are no limit of extras.

It does not improve/increase your chance at winning though.

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End Date is August 25th ^ ^

Nandalia owned by CyrCryKun <3

[.Eclipse.]

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[finoodle]

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Username: B L A Z E
Name: Max
Gender: Male
Personality: Sarcastic, Energetic, Competitive, Compassionate, Stubborn
Story {800 words or less}:

-------Digging Deeper------
BIG WIP <3

[koegami]

five word persona ; 'i beg your pardon?'
tyr's name means god, just as he thinks

Story {800 words or less}: i decided to write a story pertaining to his negative trait

Everyone was staring, staring at me like I was nothing. Meaningless. Void. I opened my eyes to everyone staring. I growled to myself. I was a God. Couldn't they see? Everyone was making a fool of me. Chattering about me going crazy. It was them, it was all them. I looked around my galleria. The music was playing, everything was fine. And yet I had this feeling that everyone was becoming annoyed, crazed even. I couldn't stand this. Couldn't stand it. My tail flicked. I was dressed in my robes. I was to be treated like a God. No matter. My subjects would bow.

When I announced this, they laughed. They laughed at me. I was in control, I was the boss. And yet the laughed. Like I was playing a joke. Everything was so crazy. I coincided. I growled. They weren't listening. Not one bit. My eyes narrowed. I'd make them listen. They'd all listen. My eyes met the sky. I felt funny. Closing my eyes I remembered something. Something important. My childhood. Everyone was laughing at me. Making fun of me. They hated me. I was a joke. My body shook. I remember hiding and sobbing. My parents told me I was special. And I became a joke. They lied. They lied to me. I never went home that night.

I stayed In the woods. There was no one to pick on me. No one to talk to. And it felt good. silence helped me. Warped me. I told myself I was the ruler of my own kingdom. My own private little place. When I told everyone. They laughed once more. I was shortsighted. I missed something. These people that I call friends? No more. I wasn't to babe anymore. I would put a stop to this. And I did. I ruled that day, I ruled now, and I'll rule then. I'll rule like a God. Like tyr.

[Alkene]

Dropping out. Lost connection with this babe, but she/he is gorgeous! Good luck to the winner!

[angel.]

Username: angel.
Name: Gunner
Gendre: Female
Personality {5 words or less}: Sly, Protective, Playful, Independent, Athletic
Story {800 words or less}: When Gunner was born, her parents abandoned her and left her to fend for herself. She learned to hunt and had a hard time talking with the other Makoatls. She tried to get others to talk to her but many dismissed her and acted like she wasn't worthy after being left alone. Gunner's time was occupied by pulling off tricks in front of other Makoatls and she tried with all her might to make others see that she wasn't trash and she didn't need to depend on someone. A little while later, a few mothers-to-be had their pups and quickly had a shortage of food. The fathers were already hunting but the food they were bringing in just wasn’t enough for all the hungry pups and worn out mothers. Gunner went everyday and brought all kinds and variations of food to the mothers and their pups and helped bring the Makoatls back from the shortage of food. After she proved she was strong and independent, many other Makoatls changed their view on Gunner. She made many new friends quickly and trusted the others around her. Now, is very happy and loves to be around the others.

sorry, dropping out. good luck!

[dogish]

Username: iDrowned
Name:
Gender: male
Personality:
Story:

[HanniBun]

Username:: HanniBun

Name:: Blythe

Gender:: Female

Personality:: Silly / Loyal / Confident / Creative / Moody

Back Story

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Blythe is a winter baby, the first thing she ever saw aside from her parents was the snow. She instantly loved the snow, trying to catch snow flakes on her tongue and bounding in it when she would walk. She had a bad habit of getting "lost" in it resulting in her parents having to constantly watch her. Blythe was a happy pup, until she got sick. The chilly oceans and snow covered lands proved to be too much for her.
Her parents immediately left their home and went to find a warmer place to raise her. Blythe was too weak to walk so she rode on either parents' back. As he days went on, her condition got worse and her parents feared for the worst. If not for a kind reindeer they spotted, they would have gotten lost. While it was still cold and snowing, it was warmer then their home by the sea. They kept her warm by using their body heat until the sickness passed.
Blythe does not remember that she was once deathly ill as her parents never told her. They thought it best to keep it from her, but urged her to settle somewhere warmer. When she was old enough to be on her own, she traveled elsewhere, wanting to explore and find the perfect home. She was drawn to the colder areas however, and settled close to a lake in Michigan. The water was cool and clean and when it got cold enough it froze over. She never had much to do aside from patrolling her area or playing. After years of living there, she no longer gets little colds. She isn't aware of what a huge accomplishment that is or how happy her parents are that she can finally enjoy the snow.

First Friend

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While Blythe was happy where she lived, aside from her prey, she never encountered any other like her kind. She grew lonely, having no one to share her home with or play with. Sometimes the loneliness got so bad that she couldn't find the energy to do anything and would sleep the day away.
Blythe was in her den, half asleep while the beginning of a snowstorm started. It wasn't uncommon for them to happen and she had grown to ignore the wind howling. She woke up after hearing what sounded like a shout. She picked up her head and looked out into the night. Maybe she was hearing things again? Blythe brushed it off and tried to sleep again. Another shout.
She was up on her paws, eyes staring at the entrance of her den, expecting someone to enter the den. When no one barged through, she wandered outside. The snow and darkness made it near impossible to navigate in, but years of living on there and mapping out the area, she did a patrol of her territory. The shout got louder as she continued, then suddenly died down.
"Hello?" She called out.
There was a noise by a dead brush. Blythe peered around it to find an injured rabbit. It could be an easy meal, but it was making the worst noises she had ever heard. She made sure to kill her prey so they would not suffer as this rabbit was. She grabbed the rabbit by the scruff gently and followed her tracks back to her den. The rabbit scurried into the far corner as soon as she let it free. Blythe was too tired to go find something for it to eat, so she curled up to sleep again. If the rabbit made it through the night, she would help it to recover. If not, then it saved her some hunting time.
It continued making little noises during the night, but she was determined to sleep. She woke late in the morning and yawned. Her muscles always felt stiff when she first woke up. She had forgotten about the rabbit, thinking it to be a dream, so she was surprised to find a bundle of white fur huddled near her stomach.
"Wake up little one, you made it through the night." She nudged it with her nose, "Your kind eat plants...I think I know a good spot where they grow. Come now, storm. I've decided to keep you."


Art::
Chibi Blythe
Blythe and Rabbit
Both by me, winner may use chibi art ^^
I hope it was alright to split the story into two v.v

[Ardra]

Username: Ardra
Name: Chronos
Gender: Male

Personality: Protective :.: Gentle .:. Energetic :.: Funny .:. Easy-going
Story:
This was it; this was the ending he had been hoping for. The cave grew larger and larger as he drew closer, its yawning opening beckoning to him. He was three paces from getting into the cave when; BAM he was slammed into the ground, his tail bending and twisting under him in ways it wasn’t supposed to, fur was flying as the sharp rocks on the ground scratched him. The tumbling stopped and he lay, face first, in the dirt and grass, his mouth tasting of, well, dirt and grass. There was a tugging on his ear, and he smiled. “Váli you win, you win!” his deep voice was barely heard, or understood due to the heavy German accent, over the growling of the young lass, who had successfully caught her prey. Sitting up and letting the little lass fall gently to the ground, Chronos shook his head. “Now, shall we go see your pop?” he watched as the little makoatl shook her head eagerly and bounded off in the direction of their home, walking past the cave Chronos called his home.

Jörmungandr, Chrono’s friend, had met Chronos when he first moved to this area, and was very helpful, answering all his questions when he needed them answered, always being patient with his new friend. Chronos was very grateful, and when he had heard his friend’s mate, Circe, was having twins he was ecstatic. Now that they were a bit older, Chronos spent time with Váli, whom he considered a niece, chasing each other like they just had been doing, while Váli’s sister chose to always stay behind in her family’s cave. Spending time with the little lass made him yearn for someone of his own, but having moved here from Germany he was having a hard time fitting in and making friends, his deep accent was a barrier he was working on improving, and he someday hoped he would be able to be understood without having to repeat himself numerous times and talking extremely slow, not that he minded.
Reaching the next cave, which belonged to Jörmungandr, Circe, Váli, and Váli’s twin, Chronos let out a “Hello!” and sat near the entrance until his friend walked out and smiled. “I have brought your daughter back, it was getting late and I knew you would worry.” He informed him, and the other Makoatl smiled. “Thank you, Chronos. I’ll see you tomorrow right?”
He nodded. “Yes I promised Váli I would take her to the stream, if that was okay with you and Circe.” He added.
Váli nuzzled him and looked up at him with shining eyes. “Thank you for today, Chronos!” and with that she bounded into the cave, calling out her sister’s name.
Walking back to his own home was a slower trek than it had been taking the young lass home, and he smiled. He was still full of energy, but at the same time wanted to take in the scenery which awed him every time he walked this same path. It was a good day today, filled with hanging out with Váli, talking to Jörmungandr this morning and hanging out with him. He wondered what tomorrow would hold.

[Novi]

Username: CyrCryKun
Name: Nandalia, meaning "fire" in Australian.
Personality: Cunning | Loyal | Trustworthy | Sweet | Determined

Story: Funny. She never expected to die this way.
Nandalia glanced warily towards the Makoatl standing opposite of her, his dull, purple eyes gleaming with insanity. Blood was stained on his hands and fur, and he had a psychotic, Cheshire Cat grin plastered to his face.
"What's the matter, deary?" the madman cooed tauntingly, taking one step forward. "Afraid of little ol' me?"
Dalia took two steps back, eyes focused on the psycho before her. She spoke no words - instead, just stared at him quietly. And this seemed to irritate him more than anything.
"Why won't you talk to me?" he growled, taking another step towards her. "Is it because I killed your friends?" He motioned with his tail to the corpses littering the floor. "If that's the case, well then, for your information, they started it."
Dalia took another step back, glaring at the madman who was quickly advancing towards her. She wanted to speak. She wanted to tell him that, no, she wasn't scared of him because he killed her 'friends'. Hell, they weren't even her friends. They were some pesky nuisances that were trying to stop her from doing what she loved, and if this psycho hadn't shown up, she would've rid the world of them herself.
She was scared because he wasn't afraid of her.
The male Makoatl narrowed his eyes and curled his lips back into a snarl, stalking forward and finally backing her against a wall. "Speak to me!" he demanded, eyes blazing with fury. "I want you to talk! ANSWER ME!"
Nandalia flinched as he leaned closer to her, his nose touching hers. If the circumstances were different, she'd probably be blushing like a schoolgirl, but that wasn't the case. He wasn't some flirtatious fool who thought she was pretty. He was a psychopath who thought she was irritating, and probably wanted to kill her.
The male glared at her and spoke again. "Why won't you talk?!" he shouted. His voice, Nandalia noted, was now becoming frantic. It was almost like he was...
No. It couldn't be.
But with the way the Makoatl was speaking, it seemed to be the case. He was afraid of her - well, not her exactly. More like he was afraid of her silence.
Nandalia blinked as he became more and more desperate, watching as he slowly broke apart from her quietness. "Speak to me! Why won't you say anything?! TALK!!" he screamed, now starting to shake. His eyes softened drastically as he realized she wasn't going to speak, and he collapsed to the floor, shaking violently. "Why won't you talk?" he said, but it came out more of a whine than a question. "Why won't you..."
Nandalia bit back a smirk as she knelt down beside him, watching as the older Mako shook. "...You done yet, mate?" she chuckled bemusedly, a smile widening on her face as his head snapped up in shock.
The male stared for a few moments, almost as if he were a deer in the headlights of a car, before that wide, terrifying Cheshire Cat grin returned. "S-so you CAN talk!" he giggled childishly, standing abruptly. "Well that's good! For a second there, you had me-" He cut himself off, shaking his head with a chuckle and looking down at the girl. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Confused as to why he decided to interrogate her after threatening her life, Nandalia just blinked at the older Makoatl and sat there.
The male's smile faltered for a moment before he spoke again. "I'm Maverick! What's your name?" He then beamed in a childlike manner, extending a bloodied hand towards her.
Nandalia stared at it for a moment before reluctantly reaching out and shaking it. "...Name's Nandalia, mate. Just call me Dalia."
Maverick grinned and rocked back and forth on his heels, watching her like a small child. "Dalia? That's a pretty name!" he cooed. "What were you doing here? Who were those people I, erm... took care of?"
Dalia sighed and looked over at the man-child. "...They were policemen. Apparently I can't be alone anymore because of my hobby... If you could call it that."
Maverick tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Hobby? What's your hobby?"
Oh great. The dreaded question. Dalia had a feeling that this guy would be different - I mean, he just killed like, seven people without so much as batting an eyelash - but she still didn't like confessing what she did in her free time.
"I... I like to set things on fire," she admitted bluntly. "I like fire. It calms me down and I like watching the flames."
Great. Now she sounded like a complete psychopath. But then again, so was Maverick...
Maverick's smile flickered before he grinned again. "I think we're going to be great friends..."
{800 words}

Comic: Cover
Art: Bust Shot

Yes, if I am to win her, I am going to use Dalia in a comic with Maverick, my Makoatl whom of which was included in the story. <3 Good luck to my fellow contestants!