[cyberdragon725]

Minty fresh. XD I hope you enjoy them howling! I can't draw feathered tufts apparently.

name; Klemi
gender; Female
owner; howlingtothestars
owned as of; July 27, 2018
payment received; yes, July 27, 2018
post; https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?p=118090796#p118090796

Hatch Day: 7/10/2018
Mature Day: 7/26/2018

Parent 1

Parent 2

Akiko

Gi

Parent 1 | Parent 2
sibling

Owl Ears - Uncommon - Chanced
Feathered Tufts - Uncommon - Chanced

[the folly of man]

I'm a sucker for soft greens TwT

what a beautiful baby, I can't wait to see them all grown up <3

[Hail.]

Ah! I just realized I never marked this!!!

This little one is so adorable!!!! Thank you so much, Cyber!!!!!!!!!!

I am still sorting out a name but I will update as soon as I can ^u^

[cyberdragon725]

All grown up! Sorry for the wait! <3

[the folly of man]

aaaaa what a cute minty baby! <3

[Hail.]

She looks gorgeous!! Thank you so much, Cyber!!! ^u^

I finally thought of a name, too!! C:

Name: Klemi
Gender: Female

[Hail.]

Klemi is such a soft and sweet little bean, from her minty design to the fluffy tufts of feathers for her ears! I had a lot of ideas for her, but unfortunately she fell behind as time passed and I felt as though I couldn't give her the attention she deserved. So, I will be looking for a good home for this gal!

The Prompt

-- Find a gif that represents a key part of her life and write a story about it (600 words)

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Gif:[/b]
[b]Story (600 words):[/b]
[b]Extras (1 art piece or 300 words):[/b]

This will end on 2/12/19

[muttgirl310]

Mark!
Name: Sherbert

[Dragonheart48]

Username: Dragonheart48
Name: Araminta
Gender: Female
Gif: wip
Story (600 words): wip
Extras (1 art piece or 300 words): wip

[Knickknacks]

Username: Knickknacks
Name: Ghaila "Windfinder" Zephas
Gender: Female
Gif:

Story (564/600 words):

Mages aren’t, in an of themselves, an uncommon occurrence. These Viscets, blessed with the ability to manipulate and control elements, are seen rather commonly across the realm, typically using their powers in everyday life alone- for instance, using fire powers to aid in baking, or those of air to dry laundry faster. Some mages devote their lives to the expansion of their powers, traveling to the great learned city of Nievahal to study and train.

But stories have been circulating on the eastern coast of a powerful air mage who has chosen neither of these paths. They speak of a Viscet the color of seafoam, master of the wild ocean gales, who ensures safe passage for the ships she travels on- the ships of smugglers.

They call her the Windfinder.

~*~
On one hand, storms were pretty beautiful.

The sheer power of them, of the thunder and lightning and the rains and the winds... Ghaila had always loved watching storms in Kreshnik as a kid. Even now, as an adult, she couldn’t help admiring them. Part of her even liked to think of these storms as a challenge of sorts- an obstacle on the way, a test of her abilities. She met each challenge with relish, bearing her ships safely across the sea in the end. Ghaila had, over the years, come to view storms almost like friends- or friendly rivals.

But on the other hand, right now she was wet and cold and kind of exhausted.

Ghaila had been on deck since the storm had blown into their path a few hours ago, keeping the rioting winds at bay and trying to get the ship out of the dark clouds as quickly as possible. One thing she couldn’t control, though, were the waves that were churning and flaming below, tossing the ship about like it was made of cardboard. It had held together so far, but wouldn’t be able to do so for long if they continued like this. Ghaila’s muscles ached from holding her arms aloft, and her eyes felt stinging and blurred from exhaustion and the salty ocean spray.

Ghaila didn’t like giving up. It wasn’t in her nature to back down from a challenge- even if that challenge came in the form of a force of nature. But right now, she felt on the verge of collapse. This was one of, if not the worst storms she’d encountered on her ventures. Perhaps the Windfinder finally met a challenger too great for her to overcome.

She thrust out her arms once more, the tufts at her elbows fluttering as she sent another gust of wind whirling into the sails. Another crack of lightning split the sky as if in answer, and in the aftermath of the thunder Ghaila became aware of another sound- distant shouting. She whirled around to the stern of the ship, where the captain- the only other Viscet on deck besides her- was steering. She couldn’t tell what he was saying, only that he was saying something. But then he pointed, and she turned to see what he was pointing at, and she understood.

Light. The edge of the storm.

Ghaila breathed a sigh of relief. They were almost there. She could best this challenge. Lifting her arms still higher, she directed a burst of wind into the soaked sails of the ship, propelling them toward the clear skies.

Extras (1 art piece or 300 words):
--I dunno if I’ll get anything in for the extra. we’ll see. :>