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[200765]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; 200765
round number; 2
guess; 23

[Wolf Shadowstalker]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; Wolf Shadowstalker
round number; 2
guess; 48

[LadyOrchid]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; LadyOrchid
round number; 2
guess; 27

[MunchiiMoon]

These are cute!

I want to adopt a Doom Hound!

username; Geowlett
litter name; Pretty in pink
hound number; #006
hound name; Lyla
why do you want this hound?; I randomly stumbled across this thread and would like to adopt my first hound! This was my favorite put of the litter since she is the pinkest of pink!
other; Thank you!

[Captain Linebeck]

I want to participate in the Storytelling Competition!

username; AquaMarineBlueStar
short story; Magma, it melts everything it touches. A hound emerged. This hound scortched the ground it walked on. This hound came across other hounds that had fur. He was the only one who seemed different at the time, molten lava was not to meet fur and flesh. Finally the molten hound came across another who look just like him! Rocks and magma. They hanged out for a few days until the one he met started to change, it turned into one of those "fur covered" ones. Confused the magma hound tried to touch noses with his changed buddy. The flesh met the hot boiling magma. With a yelp of it's nose burning the friend hound ran away in fear never to return. Which left Aviur, which most of the local people called him, never saw his friend again, he never got to change like the others... It was just him alone in the world now. Everyday he hopes he can change, but that has not happend yet... Sadly probably never.
if you win, what will the hound's name be?; Aviur

[starryprinxe]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; starryprinxe
round number; 2
guess; 4

heck yeah I'm gonna try out for that writing competition in the morning

[my lucky one~]

I want to participate in the Storytelling Competition!

username; my lucky one~
short story; His heart thumped in his chest; something was wrong. Deeply, unsettlingly, wrong. Niran brushed it off as he hefted the pick onto his shoulder. He was nearly done, though, nearly out of this wretched place for another day. He walked towards the elevator, trying to cough the dust out of his chest. An ear-splitting roar, and he was dead instantly, the force of the explosion and fast-moving rocks slamming into him, knocking the breath and shortly after the life out of his body. The fire then lit the corpse on fire, his corpse, even though he wasn’t inside it. He had drifted, down into the earth that had killed him. He lay dormant for a while, satisfied that he had no business to complete. Niran drifted around, and behind him grew a trail of molten and rock, eventually forging strong enough that he had another body- not living or breathing, but existing and physical. He took it for his own, and he roamed, ever-shifting in shape and design, still beneath the earth’s edge, beneath the collapsed mine, rock in his way no match for the determination of his spirit.

Something called to him, one day. Something bright and sad and echoing and hurt. He went up, further and further through white-hot layers of the underground, until he reached the surface. Able to turn his head for the first time, he looked at his body- a flaking, brown shell, not unlike the earth’s crust.

“Niran, please. Come back to me!” a voice called, frail and taken by the wind. He moved, knowing that name, that voice creaky but familiar.

He tried calling out, but all that came out was a bubbling growl. He broke into a sprint, following the sounds of whimpering and the familial instinct strong despite his death.

His sister whipped her head up, her once-brown hair now scraggy and grey.

“Pl-please,” she whimpered, standing upright, “Please, leave me be. I am only mourning.”

Niran tilted his head, and ran forward, placing his paws on her chest and feeling his tail wag.

“I am sorry, I did not mean you harm…” Her breath escaped her body, and it collapsed, eyes glassy and the scent of burning flesh filling the air. Niran jumped back, and stared as her clothes caught fire, engulfing her body in flames. He whimpered, and nosed at the half-charred corpse, sadness filling him.

He killed his sister. How long had been underground?

“It’s another one!” The sound echoed over the rocky ground, finally reaching his ears as he lifted his head from the puddle of lava pooling out of his eyes.

“Kiet, fire!” The bullet flew, and hit him directly in the leg, shattering the stone there and exposing the magma lying beneath.
“Again!” He blocked this one with his tail, leaving no rock behind.

The bullets fell like hail, and he stopped every single one from reaching his core, grief in every atom.

He was unstoppable, but no longer Niran, the sister-killer.

He was Serafeim, the angel of above.

if you win, what will the hound's name be?; Serafeim

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; my lucky one~
round number; 2
guess; 67

[doryphoros]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; ayasha;;
round number; 2
guess; 87

[Tindraake]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; Tindra-chan
round number; 2
guess; 8

[f1owercrown]

I want to play Guess the Number!

username; f1owercrown
round number; two
guess; 34