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Split face kiddo! Tell me their favorite bed-time story. Ends on Dec 5th

username: Wileyfangs
storage thread: Seven Nation Army
hound name: Mhubiri "A Preacher" in Swahili
coloration: Smooth black and white (Piebald) with heterochromatic blue and brown eyes
sex: Male
age: 1 year old, 6 mons
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[enokimoon]

dropping ;;
might not have the time to finish ! qwq)
best of luck to everyone ! <3 This kid is truly a beauty ^^

[allu]

username: alluvium
storage thread: shadow hill
hound name: lance
coloration: smooth black and white (piebald) with hetero chromatic blue and brown eyes
sex: male
age: 2 years
collar color brown eye color
story:

"father, tell me the story of the founder again."

the older dog looked toward his son and tilted his head slightly. "i told you the story just last night, little one." he replied in a gentle tone, but the black and white pup simply shook his head and moved closer towards his father.

"please?" he asked in a desperate voice. the story had always been his favorite. everyone in the pack was told that it was true, and lance loved the story very much. with a heavy sigh, lance's father plopped himself on the ground, and the young pup quickly curled up next to him, looking up at his face in anticipation. with a final glance at his son, he began to speak.

"many years ago, there was a hound, much like you. he was raised by his mother and father, but he did not have a pack to call his own. they were alone, and far away from the place we call shadow hill. you see, this pup had a dream one night. he saw a beautiful place, one that seemed too wonderful to be true, and in his dreams, another hound spoke to him. 'a plague will come to the land you call your home, you must leave. in a weeks time, meet me here. you will be safe. you must tell your parents about this so they may be safe too.' the hound had a twinkle in her fur, one that the pup assumed meant she was dead. he didn't know what to think, but before he could ask any questions he slowly faded back into consciousness, not before hearing a small whisper that said, 'follow the river'."

"the pup didn't believe what the spirit had said, but he was curious about what lay at the end of the river, in the place where the hound had told him to go. because of this, while his parents were sleeping on the next night, he left to find out if his dream had any truth to it. he followed the river through the night, and for the next few days, until it had been a week. he had faced no danger out in the wilderness alone, which seemed strange to him. his parents had always told him how dangerous it was out there, and yet, nothing had even tried to hurt him. he decided his parents had lied to him to try and keep him safer."

"on the final day of him following the river, he saw what appeared to be a beautiful forest in the distance. he was tired of walking, and decided that he would take a small break and explore for a while. something about the forest drew him in, so he went off the path and found himself in the place he had dreamed about. his eyes widened at the sight. it wasn't a lie?"

"but soon, a hound walked out of the trees. her fur shimmered softly and the pup looked at her in awe. she shook her head when she looked at the pup. 'you did not tell your parents to come with you.' she whispered, her tone sad. the pup was scared now. would his parents be alright? the hound hung her head low. 'i will protect you like i promised, but there is nothing i can do for your parents now.' she said to him. his eyes widened in fear, but suddenly, shadows engulfed everything. around him was what seemed like a protective shield. he was scared and confused."

"the shadows eventually lifted, but the star covered hound was gone, and around him, the forest seemed dark. in the distance, he noticed a hill, and scrambled towards it to see if he could find her. once he made it to the top, he heard a quiet voice in his head. 'your parents are gone, but i will protect you. this is your home now... shadow hill.' the pup looked around with a sad look on his face. if only he had believed the hound when he had that dream. he could have saved his parents. he looked down at his paws and noticed something strange. his fur had changed color. it was dark now. his bright eyes stayed the same, but it seemed as if the shadows had stained his fur."

"eventually, he felt a bit better about what had happened, but something strange started happening as he grew older. other hounds began flocking to shadow hill. they formed a pack. one out of the reach of humans and other dangers. some of them had strange power. they could see bits of the future, or even control things like rocks with their minds. they worked together to survive, and even keep the zebras outside of the forest safe."

lance looked toward his father as he stopped speaking. his father looked back at him. "father, who was the hound that started our pack?" he said quietly. his father laughed very softly.

"i suppose i could tell you this time. it's about time you know. most of us do." his father replied, with a sparkle in his eyes.

lance eagerly watched his father as he started to speak again.

"that hound, was me."

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looking back on this day, lance smiled to himself. his favorite story was still the one of the founder, and it held and even better meaning since the founder was his father the whole time.

even to this day, lance still asks his father to tell him the story at bedtime

[kyum-]

username: kyum-
storage thread: zikar pd
hound name: horatio.
coloration: Smooth black and white (Piebald) with hetero chromatic blue and brown eyes.
sex: male.
age: three years.
Collar color sky-blue to storm-grey gradient from top to bottom.
Story: res w "the happy prince"

[tdt13]

username: tdt13
storage thread: N/A
hound name: Tyche, after the Roman goddess of chance and fate
coloration: Smooth black and white (Piebald) with hetero chromatic blue and brown eyes
sex: Female
age: 6 years
Collar color: Navy blue and peach pink (artist's choice for pattern)
Story:

A young wolf took off into the wood one morning, hunting for an easy meal, but finding nothing.

In the afternoon, he noticed a fox with it's head low, searching the ground. It slipped in to a shallow hollow in the earth, soon reappearing with a meaty groundhog. The wolf crept around, finding a similar hollow and darting in - but being too large, caused the dirt to cave in around him, and wasted much time digging himself out.

He shook the dust out of his fur before continuing on, and in the evening, he happened upon a hawk. It dove off a cliff, coming back up a moment later with a large fish. The wolf ran off the edge - but being flightless, fell in to the cold, swift river. He washed up on some rock as night fell, disoriented and still hungry.

When he'd rested and dried, he wandered again, and found a large cat stalking through the brush. It leapt up into the lowest branches of a tree, returning with a fat robin. The wolf leapt, too, and made it up - but lacking agility, found his limbs caught in the branches. He struggled for a while, tiring quickly and eventually falling asleep, still dangling from the tree.

He dreamt, and in his dreams he hunted.
He used his keen eyes and sensitive nose, finding where prey had been, and the path it travelled away along.
He used his great speed, catching up to his target with ease, unhindered by fear.
He used his physical strength, overcoming every obstacle presented by his environment.
He caught. He ate.

He woke, early morning sunlight glaring in his eyes, as the branches holding him broke. Remembering the journey in his dreams, he realised the successes of others only seemed easy because they'd learned how to apply their own abilities.
He learned, and grew, and became himself - and while it took work and patience, the less he tried to copy others, the more he found himself well-fed.

[Wileyfangs]

username: Wileyfangs
storage thread: Seven Nation Army
hound name: Mhubiri "A Preacher" in Swahili
coloration: Smooth black and white (Piebald) with heterochromatic blue and brown eyes
sex: Male
age: 1 year old, 6 mos
Collar color Red
Story: (Anansi the Spider)
"Once upon a time, there was a spider who had six sons." Curled up at the side of his own father, a young pup named Mhubiri lay listening, his floppy ears only just starting to grow tall, his eyes on his father's face as his siblings lay sleeping around them, gentle snores filling the air. The light of the fire that their owners had made to set up camp cast long shadows but it was warm and made Mhubiri sleepy-eyed. But he waited patiently for his father to continue his favorite tale.

"The first son was named Trouble Seer whose gaze could see trouble from near to far. The second, Road Builder, who could make a road out of anything he had. The third was River drinker," he paused to yawn and young Mhubiri giggled as he answered for him with ease.

"Who could drink whole rivers dry without a single drop left." His father smiled and nosed his cheek and he sleepily mouthed at his muzzle softly. The crackle of the first warmed his coat and somewhere his mother was watching over the camp as her family got ready for bed. "Mmhm. Then there was-" "Animal skinner." "And what did he do, Mhubiri?" "He could skin anything. And then there was Rock Thrower. Who threw rocks." He stopped to yawn and his father continued on.

"And finally, there was Ground Pillow, who could make the ground he lay on, soft, soft, soft." He whispered the last part causing his son to laugh softly as he too laid low to the ground, paws splaying out. The sounds of the night reached his ears, but under the care of his family, the danger was no more than that. A noise.

"One day, the father went out to travel. But as time grew on, his sons grew worried. The sons turned to Trouble Seer shouting 'Where is he? Where is he? Is he in trouble?' And Trouble Seer looked far and wide across the horizons before crying out 'Yes! He's fallen into a river! In the jungle!' Hearing this the brothers ran as fast as they could to go save their father." Mhubriri's tail wagged softly. "The second son, Road Builder made a road through the jungle and the brothers all followed until they came to a raging river. The third son, River Drinker, drank and drank and drank the raging river until all that was left of it was a huge fish and their father's cries came from inside."

The call of a night bird took their attention for a moment and he felt his father grow alert once more, but from a signal of some kind from his mother who patrolled the camp, there was no danger. His father relaxed again though Mhubriri took note of his ears and tried to imitate them himself but his own were too floppy. His father chuckled at him and glanced at his siblings before continuing on.

"Then came animal skinner who cut the fish open to save their poor father. But up above, an eagle lay in wait, having circled around and when freed him, the eagle swooped down took him into his talons before trying to fly away. But Rock Thrower would not let him, as he tossed a rock so hard it hit the eagle and made him drop their father. But he was falling from such a great height, he would be hurt if not for Ground Pillow who lay underneath and made ground, soft, soft, soft. When he landed, Anansi was not hurt." Mhubriri hummed softly, slowly falling asleep now that his favorite part of the story had come. But distantly his father continued though sleep soon enveloped the young pup. "And so they saved their father. But Anansi wondered how to reward his six sons. So he traveled and found the moon..."


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The memory played like a forgotten melody in Mhubiri's mind as he awakened to find he was not by his father's side in the pitch black of the night while his mother patrolled and his siblings were not around him. Instead, the sun was rising from the savannah and he could hear the braying of the Senegal zebras as they were getting ready to move. Distantly, he wondered of his family now, but Mhubiri could not let memory cloud him here. He had Zebra to guard.

[insidious.wizard]

username: Wileyfangs
storage thread: Seven Nation Army
hound name: Mhubiri "A Preacher" in Swahili
coloration: Smooth black and white (Piebald) with heterochromatic blue and brown eyes
sex: Male
age: 1 year old, 6 mos
Collar color Red
Story: (Anansi the Spider)
"Once upon a time, there was a spider who had six sons." Curled up at the side of his own father, a young pup named Mhubiri lay listening, his floppy ears only just starting to grow tall, his eyes on his father's face as his siblings lay sleeping around them, gentle snores filling the air. The light of the fire that their owners had made to set up camp cast long shadows but it was warm and made Mhubiri sleepy-eyed. But he waited patiently for his father to continue his favorite tale.

"The first son was named Trouble Seer whose gaze could see trouble from near to far. The second, Road Builder, who could make a road out of anything he had. The third was River drinker," he paused to yawn and young Mhubiri giggled as he answered for him with ease.

"Who could drink whole rivers dry without a single drop left." His father smiled and nosed his cheek and he sleepily mouthed at his muzzle softly. The crackle of the first warmed his coat and somewhere his mother was watching over the camp as her family got ready for bed. "Mmhm. Then there was-" "Animal skinner." "And what did he do, Mhubiri?" "He could skin anything. And then there was Rock Thrower. Who threw rocks." He stopped to yawn and his father continued on.

"And finally, there was Ground Pillow, who could make the ground he lay on, soft, soft, soft." He whispered the last part causing his son to laugh softly as he too laid low to the ground, paws splaying out. The sounds of the night reached his ears, but under the care of his family, the danger was no more than that. A noise.

"One day, the father went out to travel. But as time grew on, his sons grew worried. The sons turned to Trouble Seer shouting 'Where is he? Where is he? Is he in trouble?' And Trouble Seer looked far and wide across the horizons before crying out 'Yes! He's fallen into a river! In the jungle!' Hearing this the brothers ran as fast as they could to go save their father." Mhubriri's tail wagged softly. "The second son, Road Builder made a road through the jungle and the brothers all followed until they came to a raging river. The third son, River Drinker, drank and drank and drank the raging river until all that was left of it was a huge fish and their father's cries came from inside."

The call of a night bird took their attention for a moment and he felt his father grow alert once more, but from a signal of some kind from his mother who patrolled the camp, there was no danger. His father relaxed again though Mhubriri took note of his ears and tried to imitate them himself but his own were too floppy. His father chuckled at him and glanced at his siblings before continuing on.

"Then came animal skinner who cut the fish open to save their poor father. But up above, an eagle lay in wait, having circled around and when freed him, the eagle swooped down took him into his talons before trying to fly away. But Rock Thrower would not let him, as he tossed a rock so hard it hit the eagle and made him drop their father. But he was falling from such a great height, he would be hurt if not for Ground Pillow who lay underneath and made ground, soft, soft, soft. When he landed, Anansi was not hurt." Mhubriri hummed softly, slowly falling asleep now that his favorite part of the story had come. But distantly his father continued though sleep soon enveloped the young pup. "And so they saved their father. But Anansi wondered how to reward his six sons. So he traveled and found the moon..."


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The memory played like a forgotten melody in Mhubiri's mind as he awakened to find he was not by his father's side in the pitch black of the night while his mother patrolled and his siblings were not around him. Instead, the sun was rising from the savannah and he could hear the braying of the Senegal zebras as they were getting ready to move. Distantly, he wondered of his family now, but Mhubiri could not let memory cloud him here. He had Zebra to guard.

Winner!

[Wileyfangs]

Ahhh thank you so much! I love Mhubiri!!