[Lukina]

Round one form

Story about Past/History:

When Evvy was younger, she learned that she was a pixie from a royal blood line. She was told of the powers that she would soon grow into, and of the ability to fly once her wings were strong enough. As the years passed she learned how to hone and control her abilities, as well as learn about her blood line, and those from her family tree. She learned that most of them had suffered many tragedies in their lifetime, such as lost loves or lost lives at young ages. She also learned from her parents and mentors, that her family line seemed to have a curse placed upon it. The curse was placed upon her family many years ago by a vindictive sorcerer, who accused them trickery and deceit.
The curse consisted of having the children of the royal family never find their one true love. For love, had been taken out of their hearts, but one daughter would be born with love in their heart and belong to the sorcerer. Though, if she fell in love with another before he returned, her lover would be ripped from her either being killed or being locked away for eternity.

Because of this curse and it weighing heavily on her mind, she spent most of her days alone locked up with the castles walls. Her only source of contact with nature, was the garden in the center of it all. It was filled roses and other flowers of every color, it was her sanctuary, and the one true place she could forget her problems. Here she would sing or draw her cares away, even if was only for a short time before going back to her studies. Though, one warm day she found herself outside the castle walls, she was sitting by a stream singing a sweet melody.

It was some time before she realized she wasn't alone, for a male voice joined in as she sang. His sudden appearance startled her causing her to jump up and run, but his apologetic and pleading tone made her stop and face him. As her eyes landed upon his face, she was taken in by his handsome features. He apologized once more for scaring her and commented on her singing, they talked for a bit before he asked to hear her sing once more. She was happy to do so, since it was something she loved to do. As Evvy sung her song, she watched him carefully and saw a mesmerized look come across his face. His look caused her to think about the curse and stopped singing, and a look of fear come to her own features. "I'm sorry dimitris, I can't do this." she said quickly, then ran to the castle despite he pleas for her to stay.

Once in the safety of the castle, she ran to her room and locked herself in. Sitting on her bed, she trembled at the thought of what could be come if Dimitris if they fell for each other. Though, she was pretty sure he'd already fallen for her, love at first sight as they say. No matter how handsome he was, she could not allow herself to fall in love with him, she could not let such a fate come upon him. For days she kept herself locked away in her room for fear of seeing him again, and tried not to think about him. But try as she might, she couldn't get Dimitris out of her mind, her thoughts would always slowly drift back to him. She finally convinced herself she couldn't stay in her room forever, but did decide to stay within the castle walls till she knew he'd gone home. So, finally leaving the confinement of her room, she went to her favorite spot in the garden. While there, she hummed softly as she watched the birds fly around her, and the butterflies and bees around the flowers. She got lost in her surrounds till she saw movement from the corner of her eye, she gasp and almost screamed at the face that came into view. It was Dimitris, standing tall with a bright and pleasant smile upon his lips.

Extras:
Evvy quickly took to her feet and he bowed to her, and she gave a curtsy in return. "What are you doing here?" She asked after a moment of silence between them. "I am here visiting from a neighboring kingdom." he told her. He then proceeded to tell her that he was there to seek an alliance with her kingdom, she nods as he spoke. "I see." she said to him. It was then he took a step towards her, she quickly took a step back to avoid his advance. Dimitris advance again only to have her back away once more, only to trip on a branch that had fallen from a tree. Dimitris rushed to her and caught her moments before she hit the ground, she could do nothing but nod and look at him after he asked if she was alright.

The moment was broken when someone cleared their throat behind them, the two scrambled to righten themselves and stood apart from each other. It was her father, he looked at them with a stern look and then pulled Dimitris way to talk about the alliance of their kingdoms. Several weeks had passed and Dimitris was still there learning about he kingdom, Evvy had tried her hardest to avoid him at all costs but he always seemed to know where she was. As time passed, they became close and it became hard for them to stay apart. The one thing she had dreaded and feared had happened and she couldn't stop it, she guessed what they say about love is true.

Soon there was no denying that the two were in love, and it was clear it was troubling to the others in he kingdom. Evvy knew that now was time to tell Dimitris about the curse upon her family, for the concern of everyone was troubling him. So she sat him down and told him why everyone one was so troubled and about the curse placed upon her family. "That explains why you fought so hard to stay away from me."he said as she held her hand in his. She looked down at their hands and gave a nod to his words, it was clear that she was worried about it. It was then, he gently took hold of her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him.

"You don't need to worry about me. If he does come, I'll fight him to save our love." he said then kissed her. A tear slid down her cheek as she kissed him back, and looked into his eyes when it was broken. "But he's extremely powerful and you have no magic of your own." she cried. "I don't need powers to defeat him." he told her firmly. She said nothing more, knowing she wouldn't talk him out of fighting.

It was a dreary day when the sorcerer did in fact come to the kingdom. The lovers were together in the garden having a picnic, when the sorcerer appeared in a cloud of black smoke. "I have come to collect what I'm owed." the Sorcerer spoke darkly. The lovers took to their feet, Dimitris stood protectively in front of Evvy. "You'll not have her!" Dimitris demanded. "I'll fight to the death to keep her from you!" The sorcerer laughed and stared at the two, an evil smirk upon his face. "I hoped you say that." he said, and the battle begun. After a long battle, the lovers were ripped from each other. But, she wasn't taken, instead, her memory was taken and she was sent away.

[Mint Chip]

closed ;; will judged and update with Round 3 tomorrow c:

Edit;; sorry for the delay guys, some IRL issues have arose and are delaying this. I'm going to do my best to have round 3 up tomorrow (Mar. 5th)

[Softballpup12]

Good luck everyone!

[CO1LD]

[grizzly.]

Good luck everyone, and congrats to whoever makes it to the next round!

[madras]

Good luck!

[Softballpup12]

Ah! It's no problem Mint! Take as long as you need!

[Mint Chip]

Alrighty, again so sorry for the long wait, the forms were quite good and there was quite a lot to read. (and RL issues & stress have really been taking it's toll lately.) Regardless with the help of another staff member we have picked through these forms and found who was moving on to Round 3 and who wasn't. Now keep in mind that I have been adding a count down counter to ensure on timeness, so if you posted late then there is no grace period, I'm sorry.

and now on to who all will be moving all. all of the following are moving on to Round 3: True Knight, Milo., .Kaede, Sweet and Salty, Yoosung Kim★, Grizzly., Tiny Little Box, Madras, Girl Wolf Furry, & Lady Lightwing..

To anyone that didn't move on to the next round, thank you for participating.
Also, forms from here on may be eligible for HMs, I will announce whom, if any, when judging the next round.

ROUND THREE
This round will be a little bit different than last round. In this round I will be giving you a prompt, actually two that you can pick between to continue on with. One prompt is required, but can be interpreted as you see fit.
The two prompts: Natural Disaster or Betrayal. You must pick one for your prompt story / artwork, and how well you do with it will determine whether you continue on or not. For the prompt you'll get up to 1000 words to work with and up to 3 pieces of art / illustrations. It is encouraged that your artwork correspond with the prompt in some way; images do not have to be full blown illustrations, sketchy illustrations will work just as fine so long as they aid in depicting your prompt / story. Keep in mind the personality you made when doing your prompt as all the rounds are going to link back to that - so be consistent as you can. And as I have been allowing in the past two rounds, your word limit isn't entirely strict just be sure to not go over the word count by more than 20 words and it won't count against you. (also you are welcome to format / pretty up your form if you wish. but no neon or brightly colored texts <- this could disqualify you.)

*remember to keep your form consistent throughout the competition. and link your round one & round two form in your round 3 form. do not edit your round one or round two forms.
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Prompt: Natural Disaster or Betrayal
Art: (up to 3 illustrations)

[Vixen Luo]

round 1 | round 2


She’d just wanted to see Jean suffering without her again.

After Kahlri had died, Jean had been a restless, desperate soul. He’d fumbled up some spell to return his mother’s soul to a pendant he owned, allowing him to see her spirit--but he couldn’t speak to her, much less do anything to conversate. He’d been lonely, uncharacteristically dependant on whoever would give him the time of day. Most days, he cried and pleaded to the empty air for Malloria to return to him to end his suffering. And, frankly, Malloria had loved it.

Her green-eyed little familiar was often sent to the forest Jean still lived in, poking into burrows and undergrowth to get a good spot to spy on the hyena-like Viscet; Morrie had often proven himself useful for once, in that sense. The little fox spirit was often her little television that allowed her to curl in her nest in her home and gaze through his eyes, watch her former lover’s tears fall while she hummed and let his sobs lull her to sleep. It had been a beautiful cycle, watching him suffer while she brushed aside his need for her return. He hadn’t suspected that she was the cause for Kahlri’s death at all, in fact--perhaps that was why it was oh so satisfying to watch.


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Until...it wasn’t anymore.
Jean was no longer alone.

First, it was the angel and his disgusting mortal mate that came sniffing around, looking for information and a rather irritating friendship with Jean. Then, it was the annoying little orange rat who doted on him like a love-struck viscling, tripping over his heels and filling his life with sickening amusement. After that, Jean had had a female with a mane of blazing flame frolicking about for a while, one who had made his eyes glimmer in a way that made Malloria’s stomach twist in knots of pure disgust.
But when Malloria’s familiar showed her the sight of a handsome young male whose fur and features gave away his connection to Jean, she’d snapped.

Jean had turned from her. He’d had a son. That meant he’d found some other little wench to love on and share a nest with, to curl up and murmur the same little sweet lines he’d said to her all those years ago--and she hated it.
He was supposed to die alone, to let his despair finally break his heart and end his disgustingly perfect life so she didn’t have to feel the nagging urge to peek back into his life, to see what he was doing. She didn’t need that kind of vulnerability in her life, and this--this was specifically why.



When her eyes had laid upon him, and his name, Napoleon, seared her ears, fury had clouded her vision, and she’d broken the vision-sharing spell within seconds, disbelief and outrage breaking from her throat in a brutal shriek. How dare he? How dare he?
The image of all of his companions, his spawn, burned in her mind as she swept out a paw, hearing the ear-splitting crash of pottery against the wall with another furious cry leaving her maw.
“How could you!? You were supposed to love me forever!!” she roared, her claws sinking into her purple and green fur as if to grasp for some leverage in her snapped mental state. “You were mine! Your suffering was mine!” Her fury flared into a rampage, causing her small, neat home to become a flurry of broken glass, torn cloth and splintered wood as though her forceful, angry paws smashed and swung, as if attacking the unknown mother of Jean’s child with all of the hatred she could muster.

Was she not even allowed the enjoyment of individuality? Was she not allowed the security of no longer craving Jean’s love, his presence, his happiness? Her breaths came out in unsteady, uncontrolled huffs of rage, her forepaws pressed flat and bloody against the ground in a feral stance as her jeweled tiara tipped off of her forehead, her eyes glimmering with anger. Disgust. Hurt.

How could he?

Her anger was dispelled with the first agonized sob that broke through her, crumpling to the floor in a shattered heap of despair while her wings fluttered uselessly, twitching much like a bug that had been squished and left half-alive. Was she no one without some semblance of him in her life? Was she really so base as to believe she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, without letting him corrupt her mind?



No, ‘Lori, the little voice in her head purred, you’re so much better than that. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. Anyone who sees you wants to be in your life forever. Her shaky breaths grew a little shallow. Yes, that was right. You don’t need that nasty thing making you feel that way. You’re your own girl now. If some nasty little rats want him, let them have him. He’s not fit to lick the ground you walk on anymore. Of course he wasn’t. She was far too grand to even let him grace his eyes upon her anymore; she’d grown so much, become so strong, and it was all for herself. Jean offered her no purpose anymore, other than an idle amusement.

Even as the thought of that child of his crossed her mind and made her stomach twist, she told herself that. Her eyes slipped shut and she let out a sigh, picking herself back up. “Come home, Morrie. Mama’s got some new work for you..~” she purred, and she could almost feel the fearful way the little fox likely twitched in response to her tone, even miles upon miles away.

Jean would no longer be anything but a cloudy spectacle of her days of dependency, when the mere existence of something else affected her so brutally. That, she would root in her mind firmly until she believed it.

For her own sake, she considered herself to believe it already.



art by commandant

[Softballpup12]

Congrats to everyone moving on! All my viscets are up for relations and use in forms if you'd like! Also, hoping someone will use Icarus in their form, as he's fascinated with wings! And I totally didn't make art of the two of them to use in my last form lol.