[Venatici]

Well well, I did say big things come in little packages, didn't I?


The 75th scribble is indeed Corgi based, with traits to match: they have edited ears, special fur, and have the shortest legs out of any scribble! Their tail is indeed short, but make note that it is not a bobtail: its merely just shorter than most other scribble tails. : >

This contest ends in three weeks: on September 28th. This competition will be quality over quantity. I'm a huge person on character development... the best way to impress me is to show that you've developed the character you have for this corgi scribble, and you can do so through art, writing, or other means you deem necessary.

This is a semi-impress me sort of contest.



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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality: [500 Words]
How they feel about being shortest: [300 Words]
Extras:




You can have up to three extras. Writing for these extras has to be reasonable: while normally I would allow unlimited amounts, I am bringing in a lot of other guest judges for this and I'm going to assume they won't enjoy tons of text. If you chose to do art, collectively art will only count for one extra: meaning if you have one, three, or eight art pieces, it all still counts as one extra.

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! I'm happy to help.

Best of luck, and expect a few runner ups if there's a good amount of entries. <3

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Username: Dismal.

Name: Russel
meaning 'small red-head'

Gender: Male

Personality: Full of positive energy and desire for life, he loves to be surrounded by his closes friends. Russell has always been a very friendly, welcoming, and overall a fun character to be around.

Russell has a strong determination. His friends can vouch for him, that once he has set a goal he'll do anything he can to achieve his goal. You'd assume it'd be an odd characteristic for such a small person to have, being much smaller than average, but it flows through his veins.

He is a charmer. A bit of a sarcastic flirt, if you must say. Of course we aren't talking constantly , but it is a characteristic that is well known of his. Taking full advantage of other scribbles calling him cute, tiny, and adorable.


How they feel about being shortest:

"H-hey wait a second! I'm the tallest in my family!"

With a huff Russel flopped to the ground resting on his hunches. "I know that I'm short." He insisted, rolling his eyes in response. "But I don't mind too much. Height really doesn't define who you really are, ya know? If anything I find myself very confident in my height and myself in general. I am constantly called cute." He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly and let out a short laugh, a wide smile across his face.

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Username;;
Shimmering Phoenix

Name;;
Rust

Gender;;
Male

Personality;;
Rust, especially as an adolescent/child, is an incredibly awkward individual and is often a nervous wreck. He generally dislikes risks, especially before Truffle came into his life.
When she did, however, his bolder colors began to emerge. He was still nervous, of course, but it started to ebb away. He began to enjoy life to the fullest, and he adored Truffle for showing that to him.
In exchange for the new perspective, Rust showed Truffle the many joys of learning and reading novels, and the two would sometimes stay inside during a rainy day reading an excellent book.
(Although Truffle particularly loved to splash around in the rain. Rust never understood why.)

Quirks;;
Rust has the slightest British accent to his speech, and nobody knows where it came from.


How they feel about being shortest;;
"Sh-shortest?" sputtered Rust, his eyes narrowing in frustration. "I'm not that short, Truffle!" Blood rushed to his face, barely visible from under all of that fur, but visible nonetheless.
Truffle giggled, her eyes sparkling. "You're tiny!" she said with a sly grin. "Microscopic!"
A quiet snarl ripped through Rust's bared teeth. "Watch it," he snapped, his bright optics burning in their sockets. "I'm just slightly below average, okay? Besides, I may have an enormous growth spurt someday."
Truffle eyed him mischievously. "I do believe you're correct. Someday, you shall be towering over every creature in existence, isn't that right?" exclaimed the scribble sarcastically. "I'm simply trembling with sheer terror."

Rust lunged forward to rake Truffle's back with his stubby claws. She screeched and tumbled out of the way, quickly orienting herself. Rust beamed triumphantly, standing as tall as his small legs would allow. "That'll teach you not to make snide remarks!" he said with a smirk.
Truffle brushed off the dust from her thick fur, her teeth bared menacingly. "Pathetic attempt, Rusty. You couldn't hurt a fly even if you tried!"

Rust flinched at Truffle's stinging comment, quickly blinking away slow-forming tears. The pet name didn't help either.
Truffle, noticing the sudden change in his emotions, sidled up to Rust with an apologetic look on her face.
"Aw, you know I didn't mean it like that," she said with a playful nudge. "You're one of the strongest, most bravest scribbles I know. C'mon, let's go exploring!"
Rust offered a small grin. "Alright."

• Rust is insecure about his height, although he always tries to hide it.
• Sometimes he slips up, similarly to the previous situation.

Link to Truffle's page.
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Extra #1
Type;; Short Story
Crystal Falls
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Rust sprinted after Truffle, his short legs burning with exhaustion. "Wait for me!" he cried out breathlessly to his companion. "I'm kind of... short."
Truffle halted to a complete stop and spun around to face Rust, amusement flashing over her teenage features. "Hun, you're very short," she corrected with a playful wink. "Anyway, we're almost there. Can't you keep up with me for just a short while more?"
Rust inhaled shakily and nodded, withholding a maddened groan. "This better be good," he mumbled in reply.
Truffle snorted at his comment and began to gracefully leap through the forest again, her developing legs easily carrying her lithe body. Rust heaved a sigh and scrambled clumsily after her, his eyes gleaming with irritation.

⇨ 30 Minutes Later ⇦

Truffle skidded to a stop ahead of Rust, an awed smile bursting across her face. "Wow," she breathed.
Rust slid quickly next to her. "Oh..." he whispered, his eyes scanning the terrain below them. A shudder rippled through his body as fright seemed to swallow him whole.
A vast array of waterfalls and rivers stood below the rigid cliff Truffle and Rust were sitting upon. The stones that made up the channels, instead of being sharp and jagged like most rocks, were smooth and appeared to be slick to the touch. The mid-day rays shone down brilliantly on the crystal-clear waters, creating colorful rainbows in the spraying mist. Needless to say, it was absolutely gorgeous.
"Truffle!" hissed Rust, his eyes wide with terror. "You're not one to go to places for the scenery. Why are we h-here?"
Truffle was also shaking, but not due to alarm. She was trembling with joy. "Oh it's gorgeous, isn't it?" she whispered in reply, ignoring Rust's statement. "I bet the other scribbles are going to adore it just as much as we do."
"We?" barked Rust, outraged in spite of himself. "Other scribbles? Truffle what is going on?"
The tan scribble gazed back at Rust calmly, her gaze steady and sure. "We're organizing a party, duh. We haven't had one in so long! Anyways, I've heard absolutely amazing things about this place. It's perfectly safe to slide down the stone next to the waterfalls, can you believe it?" Her voice was edged with anticipation, her emerald eyes sometimes darting to the gorgeous waters nearby. Rust gaped in disbelief at his best friend.
"Surely that cannot be true. Truffle, why don't we go back home and throw a party at your cottage?" Rust suggested.
"You have a lovely backyard and-"
"No, Rust. This place is stunning, and I'm sure everyone else will have tremendous fun," Truffle interrupted.
"It's decided. Who shall we invite?"
Rust crept backwards from the ledge and buried his muzzle in his paws. "Nope, nope, nope!" he thought to himself.

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Extra #2
Part 2

Rust slid one of his claws under the flap of the damp envelope. The thin layer of glue holding the flap closed had all but dissipated, allowing Rust to open the letter with tremendous ease. "It was a miracle that the contents didn't fall out..." muttered the young adult as he pulled out a wrinkled note.

❝As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to begin.❞
~Winnie the Pooh

❤ Truffle❤

A lump formed in Rust's throat. "Sh-She wrote me a note. She's forgiven me," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Suddenly, the russet-colored scribble ripped a piece of yellow parchment from his notebook and began to scrawl sloppily, his pen flying.

6/16/15
Dear Truffle,

Now that I've finished my 2nd year of college at Harvard University, I've decided to take a year-long break and accompany you on your travels.
That is, if you wouldn't mind my presence. I pray that you remain at the same spot long enough for you to receive my urgent message. Respond A.S.A.P!

Your best friend,
❤ Rust❤

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Extra #2
Part 3
Rust awaited Truffle's next letter anxoiusly, often checking the mailbox multiple times a day."She probably hasn't recieved it yet," He scolded himself. "Much less sent a reply."

Two months later, Rust was beginning to lose hope. Every day he eagerly peeked into the mailbox, dismayed to find it completely and utterly empty. Depression began to grip his fragile minde once more.
However, one dreadfully stormy day in August, it came. Rust's heart almost stopped as he pulled out the yellowed, water-stained envelope. His eyes burned with joyful tears as he ran back into his house.

The scribble excitedly ripped open the thin envelope, snatching the crumpled note out instantanously.

❝Not all those who wander are lost.❞
~J. R. R. Tolkien

Meet me at the Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta, GA, at 8/25/15. I'll be at the massive dinosaur skeleton at around noon.

A grand adventure awaits, Rust.

Rust breathed shakily, his limbs trembling with excitement and terror. The message had seemed so vague. Was it truly even Truffle?
It had to be. The way her letters curved femininely, the excessive use of quotes. She was a cryptic creature, it was just her nature.
"Why am I doing this?" Rust said aloud with closed eyes. "This is complete insanity."
Suddenly, a thought hit him like a savage blow. "I love her..." he whispered, and he knew it was so.

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Extra #3
Art
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Maybe they're someday going to be a tad bit more than friends? *COUGH,COUGH*
Squeeeeeeeeeee so adorable.

Truffle snuggles up to Rust after a long day of adventuring, unknowing that her best friend is beginning to develop feelings for her.

Partners in crime.

Rust, nervous as always. What's Truffle up to this time?

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The 2nd extra is composed of three parts, all scattered throughout the entry.
It tells a short segment of Truffle and Rust's young adult lives. You should be able to roughly piece together the story using context clues.

The 1st and 3rd extras are self-explanatory.

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