[Birdy]

Username:



The Pirate


Name:



Ciqala; Dakota for "Little One"


Gender:



Male


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(Sorry for the poor quality;; I've been parted from my dear tablet ;A;)



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This picture was chosen to represent a major loss in Ciqala's life; as you probably know by now from the other forms, Ciqala lost his mother to a pack of hyenas at a very young age. However, rather than painting a picture in which his mother is absent, I decided to make one where she is present. This is due to the fact that, while his mother's death was incredibly impactful, her presence in his childhood played an even bigger part in making him who he is today.
Even past her death, the memories of his mother have guided Ciqala in every decision he's made. From wise advice to a lingering comfort in the memory of her voice, Ciqala's mother is every bit as important to his life now as she was before. One major example of this is her reassurance in his capabilities; "though he be but little he is fierce" is a quote that Ciqala has chosen to live by, and he first heard it from his mother. Despite his small frame and poor self confidence, these words give Ciqala the courage to face challenges he would otherwise shy away from. And though he still wears a timid personality, there's a fire within his heart that was first sparked by his mother.
Though Ciqala rarely speaks of his mother, her long-lasting effects on him are apparent to any kalon who knew her. Aside from holding her morals and beliefs, Ciqala has also picked up on a few of her habits. For instance, Ciqala is known to scrunch his nose and wiggle it when contemplating, and his right ear sometimes flops backwards when he's confused. Likewise, his crooked smile is a near mirror image of hers, and he displays it with the same love that his mother held when she was alive. In this sense, his mother still lives on through her son, for her blood runs through his veins and her love runs through his heart.

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[kamelgirl]

username ;; kamelgirl
name ;; Felix - 'lucky'
gender ;; male (he/him)
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description ;; a goal he's achieved: getting kids to read.

if you'd asked him what his dream was ten years ago, felix would have said it was becoming a lawyer. or maybe working in a foreign country as a doctor for the poor, or an altruistic billionaire- all of them lofty, exalted goals, touching millions of lives and changing them for the better. running a bookstore-café for an aging owner wasn't exactly on his dream list, but that doesn't mean he can't find other ways to help people.

felix is pretty popular among the kids in the area, especially the younger ones. he always has some interesting stories to tell, and everyone knows that he keeps candy (the good kind) in a box beneath the counter, so there's always a few kids hanging around the shop. some of them use it as a quiet place to study or read, but most just hang out there from sheer boredom. felix, ever on the lookout for opportunities to assist, started reading out loud.

felix likes to watch people, especially when they're picking out a new book. he believes that you can tell a lot about a person from what they read, so he keeps track of what people are more likely to take home. he was horrified to find that the old classics were slowly growing less and less popular- not that there's anything wrong with newer stories, but he's always loved older, timeless novels. so, to both promote classic literature and give bored kids something to do (and he knows from aisake jut how destructive bored kids can be) he's been reading to them.

it started off small. just one or two of the younger kids, drawn over to his corner by curiosity and the promise of free candy, stayed to listen. a few other kids, not yet too old and mature to listen to stories, joined them later. now, he regularly draws a crowd of children hanging over his shoulders listening adoringly to him as tales of knights and dragons, pirates and fairies, witches and princesses unfold.

(he always does the voices.) [350/350]

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yesss i made it through!! i can die happy now

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username:viixen
Name:Demitris
Gender:female
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**Would take place seven years after she first finds Minzi**

Demit needed herbs one day,and she decided to let Minzi tag along so she'd have company.Somewhere along the walk Minzi starts snapping and snarling at her and nipping at her sides,almost in a manner of trying to make her move.This sudden change in her normally calm pet confused and scared her,and not seeing what she was about to walk into,freaked out when her friend jumped at her and knocked her far away from a tiny bush she was about to walk past.In split seconds,a large snake shot out,as Minzi was now crushed into the bush,and sank its fangs into his front leg.

As it slithered away,the dog slowly sank to the ground,weakly wagging his tail and looking up at Demit as if to say,"I did good?".Demit's heart dropped then.She had never in her life be able to save anyone from a snake bite,the poison spread too fast and she'd never had a way to heal it in the first place.She sat down next to her weak friend and shakily pulled his head into her lap,knowing there was nothing she could do but sit there and watch his life drain out.

His tail thumped the ground slowly and Demit let a sob choke past her lips as she slowly and weakly started to hum a tune.Her mother would always sing it on nights the tribe sat together and just all talked.It soothed her,and she learned pretty fast that it soothed Minzi as well,as it seemed to now.She felt the canine's body grow still slowly,but his face had the utmost calmness to it.He seemed to be smiling almost as his tail hit the dirt in a finale thump,and stilled.

"M-Minzi....Demit is sorry...you are good protector..."She shook as she forced herself to scoop up her pets body and stood."Please....Zo....he must go now....keep Demit's friend well..."Demit hung her head and kissed the dogs head as she slowly stumbled back to camp,the herbs long forgotten.

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[Gaycko]

Username:
Champion.
Name:
Damien Void
Gender:
Male
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Back Where We Started//
Everything in his life has been about using everything he can to the very last drop, that he doesn't need to feel tied down in one spot. So he opted for a lone wanderer, sore and cracked feet carrying him to all ends of the earth. He's found his way back to a similar landscape in where he began the true beginning of his lifestyle on the run. Before the desert biome had offered him the feeling of a great need to explore the world, that he could make anything out of nothing. Sitting there now with the red clay and sand underneath his paws, face tilted to the head and watching as the birds soar in endless circles. For years he's been running in circles, an endless cycle that offers Damien everything he's ever wanted and more, but now all this desert offers is the bitter reality. "I don't know who I am anymore, I've lost my way," Damien whispered reaching up for the sky before dropping to the ground on his side and watching the landscape.

The greatest loss to ever occur to Damien Void had been when he realized he'd lost himself along his journey to find himself. the desert that had been his blank canvas was now a smudged mess of beautiful paints mixed together to form a void of black. Damien Void was lost and he needed to think back on his life to find himself again, even if the journey wasn't lit. He needed to find his light in the void of darkness he'd made himself.

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This was meant to show Damien's greatest loss, yet shine through his character that he doesn't quit. He takes a broken piece of plastic and turns it to the loveliest of jewels.

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[candystars.]

Username: harambe was innocent
Name: Kuro
Gender: Male
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Kuro has a reoccurring dream, or rather nightmare, where he's lost in the desert during a sand storm. It's dark and he's alone and scared, wanting shelter and food. Everytime this dream happens he'll eventually start running. He's tried everything to get out of the sandstorm: digging and hiding in holes, standing still, falling asleep within the dream, he's even tried to eat the sand but nothing works and he eventually gets so frustrated he starts sprinting, but everytime he even sees a light in the distance and starts approaching it Sheppherd will appear before him, looking about 7 feet tall and says "You'll never achieve your dream, you worthless mutt" in a booming voice, causing shepherd to run the opposite way and having more Sheppherds appear until he's cornered in the middle of the storm by Sheppherds, all repeating the same thing louder and louder. He hopes when he finds his dream this all ends.

[angelshy]

aaaahh I didn't make it through *weeps*
g-luck to the remaining entrants !! c:

[messenger]

Username: messenger
Name: winston
Gender: male
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Optional Description: Winny was not on this plane of existence, currently. He stood in some
dream world different than his own, high off of happiness and glee. Eyes glazed and a lopsided smile
to accompany his dazed look. It was done, finally done! Snapping out of his euphoric dream, he grabbed
the idle hammer the lay on the ground, and strolled over to the front entrance of his home. With his gut
coiling and stomach buzzing with butterflies, he nailed in the 'welcome' sign above the door. He gingerly
carried the tool with eyes full of wonder. He did it. He achieved the ultimate goal. Building a house. Next
on his list, a family! Albeit, that could wait- plus, he had furniture to haul in. How nice it would be, to sit
on a rocking chair reminiscing about the memory of him first sitting on this hill, with the two alpine swifts.
(Which he made a bird house for, mind you. They come back every year to lay their eggs there.) Oh man,
he can't wait! He'll sit on his porch when he gets the furniture in, and say "I did it!". He'll invite his father
over, and maybe he'll get to see that smile once more. How grand the feeling of victory will be. How grand
it will be to earn his father's favour once more.
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[Mint Chip]

Username: Mint Chip
Name: Belladonna
Gender: female
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a Dream they Had
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Belladonna often doesn't dream, but when she does it usually consists of nonsensical things or nightmares. Her nightmares are almost always reoccurring ones, flashbacks to that day when she lost her best friend. It replays in a horrible fashion, and she is silent as she watches Iris leave. One night while this nightmare begins, the scenery changes. She isn't in her old home, but rather in the city which she resides in now. She surveys her surroundings in confusion, she knew this dream but this didn't make sense. Why would she be in the city where she lived now when she and Iris had never lived here together. From the distance she saw a figure, she squinted a bit at it before recognizing who it was, "Kuro?" She called in confusion, but she began trotting that way. He was standing still, his face dark, hidden beneath his hair as she neared. Before she could get close to him he turned and began walking away. Bella's heart stopped as she watched, her eyes widening as she tried to pick up her pace. Her feet pounding against the earth but she wasn't gaining on him. He was leaving, slowly walking from her vision. "Kuro!" She called out again, but it was as if he couldn't hear her. She still ran towards him, though she never neared him. Her heart pounded harder, that same fear rising up in her that was always just beneath the surface. She screamed out after him, "Please don't leave!" Tears welling up in her eyes as she watched him continue to walk away. The tears streaked down her face, soaking into her fur as she watched in horror. Her eyes misting and blurred as she watched him fading from her vision completely. "Please!" Her voice trembling, as she choked on her words as she whispered, "don't leave me alone..." She fidgeted in her sleep, tossing and turning the entire night as she murmured the same words the rest of the night. "please don't leave me alone..."
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Name: Dakota
Gender: Male

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Them Achieving a Goal

September 10th

6:00 am

Today was the day, finally I got it to myself to look for the great cheetah. There are many of my friends that keep asking me, why not a lion or an elephant. There are many that don't see the importance for me to find and kill a cheetah. It starts back to my great great grandfather on my mother's side in which his first kill was the mighty cheetah and took the pelt home to show to all. After that day it's been a right of passage for the explorers in our family to go on their first big game and hunt the Cheetah. So know it's my turn, normally it would be my mother or grandfather with me to help lead me but this is something I must go forth on my own.

3:30 pm

I final caught my first sighting of the Cheetah that I will now catch for my own. The picture attached to this entry is a moment in which we captured by one of my companions. I am thankful they took it, for I have no other words to express my excitement. I have worked long an hard to get to this point in my life, though I am nervous I know I can go through this right of passage. Though It saddens me to know that Grandpa Harrison was not witness this moment in my life and help me.

9:00 pm

It had been a long day, full of emotion and thrill. The hunt was mostly on foot and after careful planning and timing I was able to finally meet the moment that I have been looking forward to for so many years. I was nervous and excited but all went well and I was able to take down a grown male Cheetah. His pelt will make a lovely wall hanging and I can now way I'm an official Explorer in my family eyes. I just hope I can pass down this tradition to my children one day and be there for them.

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[Wileyfangs]

♢ Username: Eternal_Flame
♢ Name: Lauren
♢ Gender: Female
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♢ Finding the Red Palace: (Them Achieving a Goal)


There was nothing in beginning. The sun had blazed on for hours and without food or water in the last few hours I felt nothing but the heat. I told myself the desert was my home, it would not let me die out here so far from my family and yet, I had to remember this was the desert! The desert where cruelty lied underneath the shifting sands of fate. And I felt as though my own was soon numbered. I would perish as a fool. A desperate little girl who wanted something to prove!
“Ha!” I laughed with not a hint of humor save for my own morbidity. “I’ll prove myself! To be an idiot!”
Only it wasn’t as funny as it had seemed in my mind, and as the burning tears ran down my cheeks I felt fear etch into my heart. The realization of being so far from home, with no one around me hit harder now than it had in months. Who would tell them that I was gone?! I fretted. Who would know?!
Who would care?
The fear and anger I felt swelled into fresh sobbing and I swallowed with much difficulty.
All for a wives tale.
I felt the fear swell deep in my chest and I shuddered.
“I’m sorry Granpap, but the fool here is me.”
This was it. I was going to give up. The smartest thing to do would be to head back home, forget about this venture.
And then before I could process it, the ground opened up like a great yawning mouth and the ground shook in tremors as before my eyes the sand in front of my paws disappeared.



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