|-| Cervulpian Doxxies Adopts |-| UPDATE!!

[Pipsquawk]

I want to buy an item from the shop!
Username:leafyisbeefy
Items:bland rock
Total Cost:20
Doxxie(s) you want to give it to (or you can put it in the bank):jasmine and hus lol

[eltonn]

I want to buy an item from the shop!
Username:leafyisbeefy
Items:bland rock
Total Cost:20
Doxxie(s) you want to give it to (or you can put it in the bank):jasmine and hus lol

they cost 30 , not 20 x3
the have been deducted from your account and you have been credited one . The bland rock has been given to Hus and Jasmine.

[paria.]

When do my Doxxie eggs grow up?

[eltonn]

When do my Doxxie eggs grow up?

eggs grow up as soon as they are adopted
[[im actually going to work on your litter now- eep, i havent even started!]]

[Pipsquawk]

I want to buy an item from the shop!
Username:leafyisbeefy
Items:bland rock
Total Cost:20
Doxxie(s) you want to give it to (or you can put it in the bank):jasmine and hus lol

they cost 30 , not 20 x3
the have been deducted from your account and you have been credited one . The bland rock has been given to Hus and Jasmine.

XD I was working on my other thing

[monta,]

mark c:

[ectophasm]

I want to be an artist for Doxxies!
Username: You know me!
What I want to design: Litters and Customs.
Examples of my art: You already know.
Adopts I have worked at before: Stellastratus, Owner. Quill Tails, Artist.
Why I want to be an artist: I'm bored and i want to draw something.
Why you should choose me: Because I can make pretty designs an' stuff. Also bananas.

[monta,]

I want to adopt a cervulpian doxxie!
username: empathea
litter number: 1
doxxie number: 1
doxxie name: Faule
doxxie gender: Male
codeword: THE REAL DEAL
other: ayyy

[monta,]

aaaah hope it's alright for me to do both of these in the same post. I don't want to overrun one page with all of my entries for things... Ehehehe...

I wanna play Prompt Grab!
Username: empathea ;;
Prompt I am using: "A brilliant light shines in the distance..."
Writing: It was a dark, cold night like any other in the wooded forests behind the lone girl's house. She was doing her usual wandering, simply walking through the forest until she got tired, and then went back home to sleep. Though her attempts were often in vain, as the insomniac girl often wandered until the sun rose over the mountainous horizon of her northern home. She glanced up at the moon hanging overhead through the branches of the spruce trees that grew freely in the overgrown forest; while beneath her bare feet, the forest floor was laced with scorpion grass, baby's breath, and thick mats of porcelain berries. To an outsider, the spruce forest would be considered beautiful - to her, it was just home. To her, the lights of cities were much more beautiful than the rusticity of her rural home. She was shaken out of these thoughts as she let out a small yawn, her eyes falling shut momentarily.

A breeze began to blow through the forest, the wind whistling and humming through the trees like ocean waves sliding gently onto the shoreline. The girl wrapped her arms around herself. Barefoot, and clad only in a sweater and shorts, she was slightly chilled by the draft, though the cold was nothing she wasn't used to, having grown up in the north. Despite this, she decided to turn back, letting out another yawn as she headed back to the cozy bungalow she called home, who's windows shone with a faint light in the distance. She paused for a moment, staring at the light before she noticed something. The light was growing, getting closer and closer, growing brighter and brighter. Until a wispy figure appeared before her, coaxing her to come nearer. It was unlike anything the girl had seen before. It was better than the twines of flowers and grasses at her feet, the lightning bugs gently floating around her, better than the lights of a city hundreds of miles away. It was truly beautiful.

I wanna play Prompt Grab!
Username: empathea ;;
Prompt I am using: "The scent of new growth fills your nostrils..."
Writing: It wasn't the first time the young boy had moved, nor was it going to be the last. Hugging his small plush horse close to him, he grasped the waiting hand of his mother in one of his own before following her cautiously, keeping his head tilted downward as he walked, when his sneaker-clad feet ventured off the paved road and onto the greenest grass he had ever seen, he let go of his mothers hand, glancing upwards, only for his dark gunmetal eyes to find his mother trotting ahead, laughing happily as she sped to a run, heading up a small hill. On the top of it rested a beautiful old white house. It had a wraparound porch, stunning bay windows, beautifully aged shingles and siding. But that wasn't what interested the young boy the most. No, the boy was busy smelling the scents of his new world he had been forcefully plunged into. Everything around him was gorgeous and green, from the overgrown grass at his feet to the lone maple tree sapling by the house. It smelled pure, untouched. It smelled like home.

Years came and went for the boy, growing in his home, while the maple tree aged as well, slowly growing more branches, who were each accented by beautiful green leaves. The now adult boy sat up from his bed, stretching with contentedness before he stood and made his way over to the window, glancing out and seeing that the snow from the harsh winter had melted. He pulled open the window, the rusted hinges creaking in resistance before giving in. Leaning out the window slightly, he glanced down at the young maple tree. And there, on its newest, youngest branch, teetered a small leaf, blowing gently in the light breeze. He smiled faintly, inhaling the now familiar scent of spring before watching the young tree dance and wave gracefully in the wind. He had grown up in this home, and stayed here long after his mother passed. And the lonely maple stayed long after the boy, always growing until, like all things in nature, it died. It's last, lonely leaf fell from the lonely tree onto the mother's unmarked grave beneath the tree, the only indication of anything ever being in the empty home on the hill was the simple, but meaningful word carved into the bark of the old tree by the hands of the once-young boy: Grow.

[eltonn]

outkasters159's breeding has been finished! outkasters, you get to pick two eggs to keep, the rest will be fcfs! please use the adoptiong form on the litters section to adopt

outkasters gets first pick, once they decide on which ones they are keeping then others may adopt the eggs. eggs will grow to adults as soon as they are adopted.