[WhiteWater ;]

eyyo i'm back with a bang? I guess?
I actually really, really like this guy and would keep it if I could!
the background was done kind of quick because I had a call, but I really like it what??

so because I like this guy, this is an impress me!
add art, pretty up your forms, write an interesting backstory, anything!

Go wild!

end date: TBD

[MoonlightTabby]

Hi! Since this is a WIP it'll be transparent at the moment! So, yeah.. Don't expect anything much out of it right now, except for a bunch of quote boxes -u-'
It's just to help me organize this a bit, though they'll probably be kept in the final version

Name: Sukai
Gender: Male
Personality: WIP

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[ThePaintedPitBull]

This Longneck is absolutely gorgeous!

[~Levi~]

Res XD

[Sunflower Skies]

Metatarsals

zαιυк

мale
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Civilization always finds a way to thrive and survive. From the far reaches of the dry, hot desserts; to the closer and cooler seas. Life always finds a way to succeed. Sometimes life is hampered, sometimes pampered, and some times may even grow to the brink of extinction. Never once has it failed, though. Never once has it disappeared.
As the being watched from his lair, he couldn't help but notice the distant village. Not for the intricate houses next to the solid and simple face of his mountain, not for the colorful foods that flourished in their gardens. No, he watched the villagers. They all frolicked happily whenever possible and worked the rest. To see them work tirelessly in their flowing fields brought him calm like nothing else. He felt like he was watching the birth of a new civilization, a comfort after the fall of his own. The mountain folk had been a lively and close-knit group, but hunger and sickness wiped everyone out, until only he was left. His people could live for hundreds, if not thousands of years when left healthy and undisturbed. He was to be alone.
The presence of the villagers helped his lonely existence, though. Even though he hadn't interacted with sentient beings for over a hundred years, he still stayed out of contact of the village. He was worried that he would be driven away before he had a chance to speak with them.

In a small village around the rims of the Himalayas, a boy gazed up at the mountains.
His village had had many intriguing stories about the world and her children,
but one of his favorite was of the mountain guardian.
The legend goes that a beautiful and strange marvel of a creature sat at the top of the mountain,
guarding them all with it's holy presence. He was a gift from the skies to protect the children of the elements.
With all the fire in his soul and wind in his blood and stone in his bones and the rich earth of his body, he wanted to find this mysterious being and thank it.
He had given the village hope in the world and lead them all to be a happy, prosperous, and carefree town.
The neighboring villages didn't even try to invade or attack them out of fear of the mystical being.

Decidedly, the boy started trudging towards the mountain. He and his family had helped carve the trail that lead to the peaks where some of the coolest streams giggled in the crisp air. He knew it as well as the curves of his mother's face and the sound of the wind in the wheat.
After he had trekked for hours and hours, carefully picking his way around new budding plants along the trail, he noticed an outcropping that no one had paid much mind to before. A small swish of blue could be seen sliding away from him into the shadows.
Suddenly excited and frightened, he crept forwards, mindful of the crisp leaves and twigs that could have given him away.
What he saw took his breath away.
There stood a creature in front of him, noble and arching, calmly staring out over the peaks and valleys that made up his homeland. His pelt was splattered with beautiful patterns like the nimble fingers of the wind, and his eyes held the wise grace of a great horned owl. His tail swished contemplatively, allowing the precious, soft blue tufts to sweep against the ground. He was the valley, he was the guardian. The boy had no doubt that he had seen something purely magical that day.
In a daze, he crept back down to the village, and from there he never stopped working, playing, and loving. He was going to preserve the beauty of these mountains- and all of their inhabitants. With a nostalgic heart, he gazed back up at the mountain and smiled.

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[WhiteWater ;]

ah thank all you guys! He came out good compared to the rest of my art.... lol!

And ah metatarsals, I love your guy! He's mm!

[Sunlitsecrets]

F R O S T B I T E - -
"just breathe... you can do this"
theme song

She sees the snow all around her, falling in tiny puffs of air, and she sees the sky above, clouds covering the blue so that it's all white - white above her, white below her, white coating her very fur. But there are colors in the white, a whole multitude of them, hard to see but there for her eyes to grasp.
. And Frostbite loves it. This is her home, here on top of the mountain, and it's perfect for the likes of her. She shivers a bit, stops, like she's listening to someone who doesn't exist, smirks at thin air, and then turns. Back into her solitary home. She has a lot of planning to do for the next sculpture, after all.

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Sometimes Frostbite looks back on her life, remembers how she got here. She remembers the days before the mountain, always searching for... something. Anything. And then she thought that maybe what she needed was a break from the world, and she climbed to the top of the tallest mountain in Silvarum, far in the North, where the snow fell like blankets.
. She reached the top.
. She saw the view.
. And she realized she didn't want to leave.

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Only a few days after she had arrived, though, someone else arrived as well. Someone not quite as... corporeal as herself. He introduced himself as a ghost, a lone wanderer looking for a place to stay. And stay he did. He wouldn't leave her alone. She was the only one who saw him, who heard him, but that hardly mattered up here, could it? No one could call her crazy when no one else was around to see her.
. The ghost would always laugh at that.

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The ghost and her took a few days to get to know each other, but after a while they ended up as decent partners. Said ghost was a very sarcastic fellow, but he was also pretty cool. A very quiet person, but also it was nice to have a bit of company here at the top of the world.

notes!
- lives in the North, on the top of a mountain - she is mainly solitary but has a few folks who visit her every so often - obsessed with ice sculptures, makes figures out of snow and ice all across the mountain - story about her climbing the mountain because she needed a break from the world? seeing the view from the top, deciding to stay and make it her new home - determined to do anything - has a snarky ghost that follows her around?

[Fiern]

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Also holy butts but this is amazing. Like seriously. ..hec!

[ThePaintedPitBull]

Hey everyone!

Just wanted to remind everyone that reserved a spot about this, and wanted to know when you plan on judging it? :3

Thanks!

[WhiteWater ;]

ooh my god.
Im so sorry ah!

Since there are still quite a few unfinished forms, and i wnat to give them a chance just in case they forgot as well, i think i will extend this to monday, April 23th


Again im so sorry ah!