VOK Event - Halloween Prompts - CLOSED

[hawkfire102]

Username: hawkfire102
Link to pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Prompt Number: E09
Completed Prompt:

Tambo remembered this excitement from when he was a cub. He couldn't blame them for being excited since this was the first season they were able to participate. He casually followed them as they gathered colorful leaves to decorate the dens. He could only chuckle seeing such a determined face with a mouth full of leaves.

He sat beside them and watched as they plastered the leaves on the cave walls.

"Are you enjoying the season so far?" Tambo asked.

"Yeah! This is so much fun." The cub responded, slapping another leaf to the wall. Tambo had to marvel at the colors that they cub had chosen.

"I only ask that you express caution during this time of year," Tambo said. The cub stopped for a moment to look up at him.

"What do you mean?" The cub asked.

"This time of year is when spirits start to get restless. This is why every year we go to their graves, to talk to them and keep them company. So that way they stay in our hearts as good spirits. Those who are forgotten tend to be angered during this season." Tambo explained. The cub nodded thoughtfully before shuffling through their leaves and setting them aside.

"Then I'll bring some of these to their graves, so they won't miss out on the decorating." The cub said before continuing their assault on the cave wall. Tambo smiled and gave their head a lick before leaving them to their task.

[MySpoons]

Username: MySpoons
Link to pride: The New Guard
Prompt Number: E07, E08, E09


E07 [172/150 words]

Orange is Astrona's striped pelt standing out at sharp contrast on the wide-open valley grass. Beautiful, but foreign until the hot sun starts to set and the crisp blue sky turns to yellow to red. She glows in the last rays of day-- the golden details of her ribbon and bells gleaming.

She is the beacon, a spark of new life for the Guardians of old. To succeed out in the valley, away from the history-entrenched land of the Silver Ruins is the highest honor. It is a daunting task but the Counsel believed she was worthy. Her coat is, to Astrona, her lineage. A visual family pedigree of the Stone males of her father's line and the North line of her mother. The sun marking on her back is a rare mark of her ancestors.

Astrona is determined to be successful. One day it will be her name spoken at the Silver Ruins, of the Western outpost where a Guardian with a coat of fire created peace where once was wildness.


E08 [229/150 words]

It did not happen on the first night, nor the second. No, it happened on the third. Astrona's den, set in the middle of the thickest, greenest patch of the forest she could find, was nowhere to be seen. She swears this was the right location-- she never explored in a way that would make it hard to remember which direction was her den.

Her scent was not strong enough here, she hasn't lived here long enough to really mark the area. But the tress! Astrona, irritated, checks the bare trees that are slowly becoming swallowed by the living vegetation. They're stone, too! How on earth--

Before Astrona has a chance to react, the vines grab her! She yowls, but as soon as she starts to thrash and claw at them, the worse she gets tangled. The ground groans. She starts to sink into the dirt.

GO AWAY. The trees seem to lean over her. YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE

Astrona shrieks as a stone tree starts to roll over her, burying her--

She jumps to her feet and smacks her head on the roof of her den. The one she had lost in her dreams; Astrona frowns and rearranged the dried grass of ber bedding. Dreams do not usually come to her. She is not gifted with the other sight.

Still, the nightmare leaves her uneasy.


E09 [229/150 words] that's creepy, this prompt and the last one have the same word count

Apprentice Astrona is unimpressed. "Have you finished your chores?"

The Rooks groan-- a few even get cross with her. "It's Hallow's Eve! Everyone else is getting ready for the rituals--"

"Chores are still done on Hallow's Eve. Does bedding become posses and change themselves? Does food magically appear in our bellies?" She didn't mean to be humorous but the Rooks' bad mood softens with her word choice.

The ringleader scowls. "No, but it's not fair--"

"You're right. It's not fair we were given the honor of training to become Guardians." Astrona's smile is too sweet. She does not understand the obsession with festivities. Nothing will happen until the evening, anyways, after the working adults have returned from their day's duties.

Only the civilians who cannot gather or hunt are preparing for the night. Mothers have to watch their cubs, healers still need to tend to the sick. Nothing stops because of Hallow's Eve. In fact...

Astrona glances over each shoulder before leaning in close to whisper. The Rooks are drawn in immediately, eyes wide.

"Don't you know spirits walk the land on Hallow's Eve? They're looking for souls to corrupt of the bodies of those who are bad or evil--"

"Go now, before they get you!" Another Apprentice shouts, jumping from around the corner. Squealing, the Rooks scatter.

Astrona huffs out a sigh, tail twitching. "Children, all of them."

[Sixbane]

New prompts are posted

There were Seven prizes in the pool today;
(# of prizes randomized in proportion to amount of people participating)

lucifer morningstar. Won a Breeding cooldown skipper (Skips month cooldown for a breeding)
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Note: I have not added 10/23 to the bank yet; I will add 10/23 and 10/24 to the bank tomorrow; once I'm off work and have extra time.

**Exp tickets can be used when leveling up, they will be added to bank and removed once used
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[Runnersback]

Username:Runnersback
Link to pride:Pride of Safiri’s Oasis
Prompt Number:E10, E11, E12
Completed Prompts:

E10:Day of the Dead
Fuli looked around as the day of the dead had approached so quickly.She looked around as the other lions were also preparing their special outfits for the day long festival.Fuli walked over to the special paints and started painting her face and body in vibrant reds,blues,greens, and oranges like a beautiful sugar skull.Then she picked up her crown that contained various flowers of bold colors and put it to her head.Fuli started assisting those around her with the ceremonial necklaces as she finished creating hers and tying it around her neck.The vivid colors are the colors of her soul and aura that Rani had showed her from her latest vision.The orange is her compassionate side, the green is her growth in life, the red showcases her adventurous spirit, and blue...blue represents her wisdom,intelligence, and loyalty to those around her and her pride.This look was inspired by her friend Rani and was customized to fit her spiritually.

E11:Whispers in the wind
The Oasis Pride was huddled up together in a cave with a nice warm fire pit inside. It was their first time taking shelter in a cave in the history of being in the Savannah. The wind was howling and the rain was pounding against the rocks above them. A hurricane was waging war for the last few hours and it terrified the lions because it was a new experience for most of them.The lionesses were huddled together whispering their theories of why the weather was acting up like this.“Some one must have angered the Guardians!” One whispered in hushed tones while the other shook their head.“Or our enemies is controlling the weather in pride lands.” The other gossiped.Safiri sighed as the pride was getting more and more superstitious about the natural weather.“Please don’t get the cubs riled up with superstitious nonsense.It’s just a natural weather phenomenon and it will be over shortly!” He said and the moment he said that the hysterics winds and rainfall slowly dispersed.

E12:What are in the trees?
Rani was out walking through the woods humming a small song to herself while trying to find herbs and berries for her shaman rituals.She stopped as she heard a odd sound of torn fabric whipping in the wind.The lioness glanced around as her eyes trailed the clearing.She soon spotted the dark veiled cloak and cautiously approached it.Rani soon recoiled back hissing in horror from the vibes she was getting off it.So she picked up a stick and got it out of the entrapment of tree branches.The cloak flopped on the ground beside her and she cautiously inhaled the scent while her eyes glazed over in complete horror.It couldn’t be,her old pride was nearby and they were probably searching for her.She picked up the cloak and dropped it in the stream so it could float away before she ran off to her tree and hid herself on the dark leaves.

[ToxicShadow]

Username: ToxicShadow
Link to pride: Oddity Pride
Prompt Number: E10

Choose a lion and explain (or draw) what sort of makeup/design they would use in a day of the dead style facepaint to represent themselves. What would inspire it? What colors would they choose to use?

Completed Prompt:

It is not outside of tradition for the lions of Oddity Pride to paint their fur for certain celebrations. As for a Day of the Dead celebration, Vayde he would stick to the colors that he already associates with himself, which includes purples and, occasionally, certain shades of blue. His face would be painted white, like the typical skull one expects with dark circles around the eyes and teeth markings around his mouth, while painting the bits of white fur on his face that do not align correctly black, so they blend in with the rest of his fur as the background for the skull shaped paint.

Around the outskirts of the skull, there would be swirls of black and purple, as though they are writhing shadows creeping in around him. Additionally, his secret desire for love would be represented in a small heart one of his cheeks, a little offset, and below his eye. The paint would even reach down his neck, with white spine shaped bone markings there, not impaired due to his lack of a full mane.

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Username: ToxicShadow
Link to pride: Oddity Pride
Prompt Number: E11

When the wind is howling extra creepy outside, what do your lions think? Are they superstitious and go straight to the supernatural, or do they dismiss it as simple wind?

Completed Prompt:

The wind is just the wind. That is, at least someone like Nero is commonly able to tell if the blowing of the wind is just that, or if it's unnatural, due to her strong exposure to all things that are definitely not typical. Thus, if it's just the wind sounding creepy, she is aware of it. However, a strange, eerie howling of the wind is commonplace when someone with evil intentions or malice in their hearts enters their divine territory. If this sort of wind blows, it's a signal to the pride to be prepared to either attack or defend, as needed, as someone has trespassed.

Someone like Fallyn, though, is still learning to tell the difference, so when she hears a creepy sort of wind blowing, even if it is just wind, the cub is quick to make a run for Nero, Vayde, Six or Aggoth, whom are especially experienced and talented in telling the difference.

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Username: ToxicShadow
Link to pride: Oddity Pride
Prompt Number: E12

Write a short scene about your lion's response to finding an eerie black cape stuck in a tree-that looks suspiciously like something evil!

Completed Prompt:

During her stroll just outside of the territory boarders, Chione's eyes were drawn to a scrap of fabric blowing in the wind stuck in the low hanging branch of a crooked tree. She squinted up at it, trying to make out jsut what it was, before calling out as loudly as she could muster, "Vayde!" She knew that the Shadow Walker was not far away, hunting down some small prey as his daily practice, and hoped that he would hear her.

He did. Not long after the maned lioness called out for him, the dark lion stepped out from within the shadows, themselves. "What is it?" he asked, getting right to it.

She didn't say that she was relieved when her pride mate soon appeared, but Chione visibly became less tense. "Look at that," she motioned with her head toward the cape.

Vayde's vibrant eyes shifted toward the cloth and narrowed his eyes. "I'll inform the Leader." With that said, the lion vanished once again.

It was a bad sign.

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[Meekins12345]

Username: Meekins12345
Link to pride: The Pride of Wikimak
Prompt Number: E10-Paint
Completed Prompt:

Nokomis, if she chose to celebrate the day of the dead, would try to make something reminiscent to what she often sees within the day of the dead concerning face paint. Something close to the skulls that are so often seen, but with her own twist. She'd have the white skull, of course, but she'd use bright and vibrate shades of various tones of blue, as well as the much needed black. She'd leave feathers about her, or get a tamatama to make her a necklace of blue jay feathers. Her inspiration would probably come from the bird itself, as she has a particular fondness for blue jays. She'd also try to incorporate some of the strange things she has seen the native peoples do. Such as add a few different shades or lines for face paint. Perhaps even find some bones of various animals and use them for her own decoration. (152 wc)

Prompt Number: E11-Wind
Completed Prompt:

The wind howled and moaned outside, and odd occurrence in their neck of the woods. For, even though the redwoods were large and tall, their roots are shallow. They could easily topple over if the winds blew hard enough.

"E-Eh? W-What's that moan out there?" Nokomis begged, soon huddling up to her tominatoak, who just looked at her with a small smirk.

"It's just the wind, darling. Nothing to be afraid of." He'd mutter softly, soon nuzzling into her fur as she did into his mane.

"Are you sure? I don't like that sound. What if it's a bear? Or a creepy crawly thing?"

"That can't be, we got insoniti guarding the place. All it is is wind. Nothing to be afraid of. Wicasa is watching over us. He won't anything befall us, I know it."

She smiled at that. Well, she was known for her over-active imagination. Alosaka was right, there was nothing to be afraid of. After all, that's all it was.

Just wind. (166 wc)

Prompt Number: E12-Cape?
Completed Prompt:

"Huh... I've never seen anything like that before."

"What?" Begged the kwahu, Etchemin, soon looking to where the insoniti was looking. Sure enough, there was a strange black thing waving in the wind. It looked ominous... and the aura around it felt strange. Almost dangerous. But Degotoga, the determined male he was, was wandering right up to it as if it posed no threat at all.

"Don't touch that thing, Dego! It's not from here... and it looks funny."

"Aww, come on. It's just a hide or something. Perhaps from the native folk... Maybe we aught to return it." He'd think aloud a moment, soon wiggling his rump before jumping up, grabbing the edge of it with his maw. He pulled it off the branch with ease, soon huffing before sniffing it. His nose immediately crinkled and he dropped the thing onto the forest floor.

"Blegh. Smells like dead fish." He'd complain, soon brushing it off to the side, Etchemin just watching with a risen brow and a slightly parted mouth.

"Alright, then we can both agree we don't particularly enjoy the thing." Etchemin would retort, getting a nod from his elder.

"Good. Then... let's just leave it here. The owner can come and retrieve it whenever they return."

They left then, but did check up the next day to see if it was still there. It was gone... and oddly enough, not a scent trail or footprint was to be seen or smelled. (244 wc)

[Frisco]

Username: Frisco
Link to pride: The Dreamcatchers

Prompt Number: E10 [ 173 words ]
Completed Prompt:

If Revas was to paint his face int he traditional way to celebrate the day of the dead he would not pass up an opportunity to make it look silly. He would not make it in any way disrespectful, or at least try not to, but his trickster's personality would get the better off him.
His face would be painted white to represent the skeleton. He would add the common markings around the mouth in black paint. Looking like teeth with two longer fangs. He would draw large, black circles around his eyes, making them look like empty sockets. Around the black he would attempt to draw the frame of a dreamcatcher, the symbol of his pride. From it, on thin strings would dangle three feathers. He would use dark blue because it goes well with his eyes and gold and violet - the two symbolic and most common colours of the world of dreams.
He would culminate his art with a black villainous moustache that he would twirl whenever a good opportunity occurred.

Prompt Number: E11 [ 176 words ]
Completed Prompt:

Revas shivered. The Dreamcatchers were out on patrol. The sun begun to set, as they made heir way through dry grass and paths scattered with colourful, fallen leaves. The world looked eerie with naked trees and grey mist condensing low above the ground. Chilly, howling breeze only added to the creepy effect.
"This wind feels weird. It's making me shiver."
Rev quickly looked at his captain hopefully.
"But it's just the cold, right?"
Sen didn't answer immediately. He didn't want to scare the lion, but needed to have him stay alert.
"Maybe" he said finally, but from his voice you could hear he didn't believe that at all. "But you're right, it's unusual. It almost sounds like a warning before some upcoming terrible event."
The colonel's shoulders slouched.
"Come on it's... it's just the wind."
"There's no use ignoring signs or pretending everything will be alright. We need to be extra careful. Stay on your guard."
His subordinates nodded their heads in agreement. They too could feel it. Something strange and ominous was in the air.

Prompt Number: E12 [ 168 words ]
Completed Prompt:

Lions arrived at the scenes after being informed of a spooky shadow that appeared at the edge of the woods. What they found was just an cape that seemed to have tangled in between the branches. In the darkness with only a faint glow from the moon, it gave the place and especially eerie look.
"False alarm"
Revas sat down, his eyes still focused on the cloak, but Sen shook his head. Unlike the younger lion, he was in full readiness, scanning the are of threats.
"Not necessarily. Nightmare activity is stronger than usual at this time of year. This piece of cloth could be their flag, a point where they will rally up to attack."
Rev lay his ears flat on his head and looked at his captain worriedly. He had bags under his eyes, his mane in tangles, likely that he's been awake for too long.
"You need some rest."
Sen stifled a yawn.
"Nonsense. Lets get it off the tree. And be careful of traps."

[~Soul~]

Username: ~Soul~
Link to pride: Healani Pride
Prompt Number: E10
Completed Prompt:
Sugar Skull

If Kawai would do her face up in some sort of day of the dead style she would put down a foundation of white call over her face then with light blue, grays and a more vibrant yellow for a bit of a pop. The colors would look great with her fur and and matched her them that is a node to the Ancient Mother of the Moon. She would have a Moon on the middle of her forehead and would do a traditional peddle design around her eyes in the yellow as well. She would use the blue and gray as a swirly design that would go around the moon and her cheeks. There would be decretive dots and tiny little stars though out her face as a accent design the helps pull the piece together. She would then go in with black and put in teeth around her lips and darken out her eyes.
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Username: ~Soul~
Link to pride: Healani Pride
Prompt Number: E11
Completed Prompt:
Wind that Terrorizes the Cub

Likeke is a cub that still is a little spooked at time with things that he does not quite understand. In the fall or especially in the winter the wind tends to push itself into the caves and the caves moan and howl. It is almost as is there is a great beast in the caves or even the caves themselves are alive and breathing. He doesn't know what to think and his imagination runs wild with shadow that have hungry sharp claws or even spiders with creepy long legs. What ever makes his skin crawl that day causes him to curl up close to his mothers side and almost in her armpit in hopes to hide for the thing that scares him. Its a comforting feeling where he can feel comforted and is able to fall asleep more easily at night when the wind wishes to howl and torment the poor cub.
( 153 / 150 )

Username: ~Soul~
Link to pride: Healani Pride
Prompt Number: E12
Completed Prompt:
Not so Spooky Cape

Kiaholo was taking a stroll though the hunting ground in hope to finding something as a small gift for his sweet love Kawai. Flowers where to obvious and fancy or odd looking rocks are just ok. On his walk he perked up to a strange noice that was like the flapping of bat wings near by. Kai ears drop as he looked around are crouched a bit as he tried to investigate. In the threes above him was something wiggling and shaking. At first is scared Kai and his fur stuck on end and he arched his back with a hiss. Though after a moment he noticed what ever it was, it was stuck. He wrinkled his nose and started to wap at it intensely. After a good hard hit the cape feel down in front of him. He leaned over and smelled it and pushed it around with his nose. Nothing but an old cloth. He smiled and picked it up thinking it would be a comfort item for Kawai's Den.
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[Firedancer77]

Username: Firedancer77
Link to pride: Isle of Roses
Prompt Number: E10, E11, E12
Completed Prompt:

Kotoko jumps on every chance to enhance his looks and bring other lions’ attention to him. For this scenario, Kotoko would be painting his face with a depiction of a skull. However, he would only do half of his face, as he believes it highlights his beautiful fwtahures more drastically. First, he would take white paint and paint the right side of his face with it. Once it was a solid color of white on his face, he would begin the finer details. After Kotoko finished the base, he would get himself some black paint and paint a cheekbone on. Continuing from there, he would use the black paint to recolor his nose on the right side of his face, and to paint the line of his mouth and the curl of a mustache there. He would also color an oval of black around his eye. Once that was done, he would take some paint that was pale gold in color and do some finer details. Along the line of his mouth, Kotoko would use the paint to draw stitches along the line. He would then use the paint to encircle the black oval around his eye, creating a thin, wavy gold border. As a lion who seems relatively unafraid of death, at least on the outside, it’s not surprising he’d pick something that some would call a bit more macabre.

Most of the lions in the pride might mistake a howling wind for a sign from the ancestors, either as a warning or as an angry response to something they’ve done. Not Mzatamo. Mzatamo doesn’t believe that the spirits of the ancestors linger, and even if they did, Mzatamo doubts they have that much power. An extra spooky wind would not phase him in the slightest, though he’d probably stay inside for safety reasons; he wouldn’t want to get knocked around by a stray branch. However, if someone were with him, someone who believed in the powers at be, Mzatamo would not hesitate to go out and prove to them that it was nothing more than a simple wind. Some might even say he would be overeager to go out just to make his point. If he can prove to someone that the supernatural does not exist, he will be more than happy to do so.

”Score!” Sasa said cheekily, beginning to try and claw his way up the tree.
“Come back!” Laani whimpered, stumbling in her attempt to catch up to her hyper brother. “Don’t go up there! It’s dangerous.”
“I’m not clumsy like you. I’ll be fine! I’m going to get that cape.”
Laani’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she stared up at it. “There’s something wrong about that cape, Sasa. It doesn’t feel right! Can’t you feel its presence?”
He rolled his eyes, having made it a few inches up the tree already. “I don’t feel anything, Laani, except for annoyance at you stopping me. You’re just imagining things like always.”
“But Sasa-“ Laani began again, but her brother was finally progress on his journey up the tree trunk. There was no turning back for him now. “I’m going to get papa!”
“Don’t you dare!” Sasa snapped, but his sister had scurried off by that point. Rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, Sasa continued upwards, till finally he reached the branch the cape was on. “Gotcha,” He whispered, a smug smile on his face as he crept closer.
Finally close, he lept forward, only to watch the cape begin to blow away in the wind. He flailed in surprise, unable to stop his forward momentum as he tumbled to wear the cape would’ve been and tumbled right off the branch. His father and Laani would alter insistent that his jump had caused the cape to dislodge itself from the branch it was stuck on and float away, but Sasa knew better. That cape slipped off before Sasa had done anything that could’ve disrupted it, and though he’d never tell her, he suddenly believed that Laani might have been right all along about the presence of the cape. He was lucky she’d gone and fetched their papa; he would’ve gotten seriously hurt if Jiwe hadn’t jumped in and caught her.

[hawkfire102]

Username: hawkfire102
Link to pride: The Howling Crags Pride
Prompt Number: E11
Completed Prompt:

Tambo was sleeping happily when he felt a gust of cold wind ruffle his pelt. Groggily, he opened his eyes to see the wind raging outside. He woke up more to clearly observe the scene outside. The howling of the wind seemed to be amplified as it echoed through their cave system. He slowly got to his paws and padded over to the entrance. He sat at the entrance and watched.

It was rare to get such wind storms, mostly the howling would be accompanied by snow but not this time. He wouldn't lie and say that he wasn't spooked by this event given the season that it was in but logic dictates that this was just a freak storm. He shivered at the cold air. The temperature was unusual. He got back to his paws and went back to his nest, settling down again. He was about to close his eyes when he thought he heard his name on the wind.

Guess he wasn't sleeping that night.