[zoocyte]

i haven't been using val for very much, and they definitely deserve a better home, so here we go!
they have 2 breeding slots left.

this'll be a writing contest.
you can choose to use either of these prompts (or both if you like). (prompts taken from this generator)

Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.

They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later.

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username;
name;
gender;
prompt being used;
story;

minimum; 300 words
maximum; 600 words
no extras, prettying up is alright

ends in 2 weeks (feel free to ask for extensions!)

[augestines]

Mark

[.Lyrebird]

username; .lyrebird
name;
gender; female
prompt being used; one
story; res; blind, but can see in her dreams due to her blindness happening later in life. in her dreams she meets other kalons. these kals either need help themselves or can help her in some way. being the tiniest thing like giving a well-needed hug or bringing homecooked meals to those who may not have had one in a long while. wip wip

[emporio!]

username;
crispy richard

name;
theo

gender;
male

prompt being used;
it's just for one night.

story; he's so tired.

it drags theo down almost as much as the rain does. he hasn't slept in almost three days and it's showing; his feet are painfully numb and drag through the icy rainwater, shoulders never uncurling from their exhausted hunch, eyes permanently half-lidded and trained on the ground. the rain is nonstop, pouring water in thick streams that fall from the sky, drenching his fur and chilling him to the bone. he's trembling, he realizes with a sort of detached concern. his pulse is erratic like shaking.

enough walking on his dead feet takes him back to town. nobody is outside, nobody ever is, so theo finds himself alone outside yet again. the buildings are huge hulking structures of stainless steel and opaque windows that only serve to block out the meager sunlight with long shadows that stretch across the pavement. he shudders when he passes under a shadow, the loss of light lowering the temperature even more, but relishes the lack of rain beating down on his already sopping wet fur.

It's with a jolt he sees the gap, the opening.

he makes his way toward it deliberately, tiredly, ready to leave the rain and hopefully curl up somewhere warm. the opening turns out to be a garage door, propped open by a cracked cinderblock and rusted. there's only a few minutes of consideration needed before his caution is pushed away by a frigid breeze, and with no hesitation he slides under the thin opening and blinks a few times to clear the initial blackness of entering a darker area.

he's instantly relieved that it's warm. there's a quiet rattling further in the room, presumably the source of the heat, but theo is so caught up in the lack of frigid wind and rainwater his general anxiety doesn't flare up at the sound. there are a few cans of paint and garden tools propped up against the wall next to a stack of something rectangular. he's concerned for a second, because this room obviously belongs to someone else, but he's so reluctant to leave the gentle warmth of this strange room he doesn't truly think of leaving.

it will be fine, he thinks, curling into a tight ball behind one of the paint stacks. he's still shivering, but it's abating. it's just for one night.

[cyberdragon725]

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name;
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prompt being used;
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RES

[mean&gay]

dropped out

[shibeboi]

OOOOooH mark

[justamindset]

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[EmeraldQueen]

herpetology
"the branch of zoology concerned with reptiles and amphibians."

username; sydbee
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name; noah dean blythe
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gender; male
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prompt being used; one
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story;
[597 words]
the door slammed in noah's face. guess that's another name to cross off of his list.
so far, he had searched a quarter of new york for this darned book. it seemed like
he was never going to find it. the book in question is of course his family's heirloom -
a phenomenal record of every known living reptile and amphibian, but it had been lost
ever since his father died a few months ago. the blythe family was known for being
herpetologists, and noah is too. it was said that his father had entrusted the book upon a
good friend living in the outskirts of new york, for an unknown reason.

noah had never met his father, or his mother for that matter. he had presumed he was
an orphan for 28 years. all those years, and his parents couldn't be bothered to contact
him; this angered noah, and motivated him more. he was going to find this book. it's his
right to have it.

noah has been searching every day, every month since his father was reported dead. he
had received the phone call in the middle of a herpetology conference at a nearby
university. he had quietly excused himself and answered the phone outside. the voice coming
out of the phone was female. noah didn't know who it was but when he heard the news
he dropped his phone and ran out of the building. he couldn't tell whether he was more
in shock that his father was dead or that his father was alive all these years, after all.

now, noah was cautiously walking down an alley, trying to find door number 23. it was the
last number on his list. it has to be here. he had spent three months trying to find this
person; they better have his book. despite his determination, noah was nervous. what
if the person didn't want to give him back the heirloom? what if they were angry at him?
he couldn't put up a fight to save his life... literally.

20, 21, 22... 23! noah took a deep breath and walked up to the door; it looked scratched
and dirty. despite being torn up, the door blended in with its surroundings - the walls were
covered in dirt, and the stone tiles on the ground were littered with scrunched up coca-cola
cans and cigarette ends. noah knocked on the door twice, quickly. there was a tiny peephole
in the door; he stood on tiptoes and attempted to peer through it, but just as he did, the door
opened sharply and he almost fell in.

"i'm s-so sorry!" noah stuttered. "i was just looking for-" he looked up. it was a woman; her
dyed-blonde hair scrunched up into a loose ponytail, her smooth ivory skin.. it was almost as
if noah had seen her before. she looked down at him nervously. "why are you here?" she breathed.
"what do you want?"

noah swallowed. "i-i just wanted t-to know if you... if y-you have the book?" he said, barely forcing
the words out. "the, um, the herpetology book. the blythe family heirloom?" the woman's eyes widened.
"noah... is that you?" she said, softly.
noah took a step back. "uh, are you the friend that my father, harry blythe, entrusted out heirloom onto?"
the woman shot out a brief laugh, then looked back to noah. "you really don't know?" she uttered, with a
note of sadness in her voice. "noah, im your mother."

her voice... the woman on the phone... it was her after all.

[zoocyte]

as not all people have finished their forms, i will be extending this for another week!