by cyberdragon725 » Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:48 pm
Another gamer babe, this one based off another favorite game of mine. XD Besides, I can seriously kick some butt with Midna in Hyrule Warriors. Anyway, this babe is a mix of midna and the twilight wolf she uses in Hyrule Warriors.
Username:
humerussinName: Stella
Gender: Female
Owned as of: August 22nd, 2017
This comp is going to be an unlimited impress me. Simply fill out the base below and add on how you see fit. Good luck!
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Rules:~You must have at least the basic information above to compete
~No copying other peoples ideas
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~Comics and Animations are not allowed
~WARNING Snipe Guard is in Place
End date: In two weeks which would be the 22nd
Mutations:
Uncommon - Minor Mane Mutation
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cyberdragon725 on Tue Aug 29, 2017 1:37 am, edited 4 times in total.


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by Lioashu » Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:50 pm
Story wrote:( 1578 w )
Stella slouched back as she laid on the moonlit roof of a house in a cluster of a village, letting her tail hang slightly over the edge. Her companion, Damon, watched like a hawk at how the shadows fell across the clearing, cast by tall and sturdy trees. His crimson eyes gently illuminated in the moonlight as he glanced at her curiously, unsure of why exactly they were remaining so still. As if she could read his thoughts, she murmured, “I just wanted to relax for a bit. Take a small break,” Stella’s eyes fell to the ground. She definitely wasn’t welcome here, but the villagers never are awake at this hour.
If it weren’t for the fact that she wreaks havoc throughout the little village systems, she’d live here too, enjoying the relaxation and comfort of neighbors. Yet she lives a life of isolation—besides Damon, of course—the only contact with other viscets is that of negativity. She robs and manipulates the poor viscets that happen to be in her area, stealing various foods to sustain her and Damon as well as stealing precious metals to resell. For the first half of her life, she was proud of herself; she was too good at messing with her victims. Too good at ruining lives. Stella’s face twisted into a grimace as she thought, desperately trying to tell herself she wasn’t in the wrong. She grew up like that, having been abandoned by her parents and left in grave danger. The only way she knew how to take care of herself was to take from others, as she never was taught how to make her own food or earn money.
Stella buried her face in her paws as she sighed. No matter how hard she tried, her guilt has caught up to her, and there’s no way out of it. She can’t go on like this.
Damon gently nudged her with his muzzle and whimpered quietly in a reassuring way. She uncovered her face and wrapped her arms around him with a gentle sob. He was confused; he’s never seen her cry like this. He whined again and pressed up against her in an attempt to comfort her, but he could only do so much. Stella cried for a few minutes before pulling away with a sniffle and a weak smile. “Thank you,” with that, her eyes trailed over to the trees.
Her mind wandered back to one of the countless times she was on the run with Damon at her side. She truly appreciated him—often thanking him here or there, and as if he could understand, he’d bark in response. Now that she thought about it, he understood her pretty well for a wolf. He’s definitely no ordinary wild animal, but perhaps maybe a little too viscet-like. He communicated in an odd yet coherent way, which to her surprise, she seems to always understand him. The two were close though, having been raised alongside each other with no family or form of guardian. Stella and Damon even considered each other to be siblings, despite how different they are in appearance and species.
A sudden shout from below cut her thoughts short. A villager noticed their presence and having stolen from this village already, her bad name was known. “There she is!” “Grab her before she gets away!” Without hesitation she leaps off the roof, Damon following her steps closely. The pair sprint with all their might, a crowd of viscets now set on their trail. Stella wound through the trees, hopefully losing them in her dust as she dodged low-hanging branches and bounded over roots.
Something felt wrong, though; she no longer heard Damon’s familiar feet behind her, and instead the ambience of the night forest stretching around her. She skid to a halt, huffing. Stella no longer heard the livid yelling of the mob, so she was safely away, but her companion was nowhere to be seen. Distress seemed to set in and she began to make her way back, picking up her pace as she thought about what could possibly happen to him if she didn’t make it back in time. What if he was caught? What if they kill him?
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and she dashed until she could hear the mob’s obnoxious noise. A certain loud voice stood out from the rest of them, saying “trap him! Put the beast in a cage!” For a moment, all she saw was red. Oh, she was absolutely livid. Stella wasn’t going to let that happen to Damon—she wasn’t going to let it happen to her brother. Without thinking she rushed in, shoving past the viscets and shielding Damon with her body. “Leave him alone! She snarled, going full protective mode. A few torches were waved at her threateningly, and she snapped back with a loud click of her jaws. The villagers backed away, barely but just enough for her to have a chance try to heave Damon back onto his feet. He gave a whine of pain, but she frantically pulled at him. “Get up! We need to get out of here!” He only made a noise, not budging. The riot around them edged closer and closer, holding pitchforks and torches and nets menacingly.
A sudden painful, blunt hit to the back of her head, and she fell down. The cheers and yells of the crowd around her was the last thing she heard before she passed out.
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Pain. All she felt was the aching pain at the back of her head, her sore body, and how hard it was to see despite the area being lit by torches. Stella’s mind was fogged and she felt weak.
A thought popped up in her mind suddenly, and caught her immediate attention. Where was Damon? She frantically searched her cell—a large cage with sturdy metal bars, trapping her in. Her breathing sped up as he was nowhere in her sight. She prepared to call out when a gruff whimper sounded from the prison cell next to her, and she peered through the bars at it. There lied Damon, in a weak state as he laid on the floor of his cage. His breathing was almost labored, and clearly he was in some level of pain. Stella felt a tug at her heart. We need to get out of here, but I don’t know how. Maybe… She focused on the lock; definitely metal as well, so there isn’t a way she could try breaking it by force.
Stella approached the cage door, inspecting the lock a little more closely. They were currently unguarded, so trying means of escape is safe for right now. She thinks to use her claw to try and pick the lock, but that doesn’t quite work out. She huffs in defeat and thinks of another plan. Soon enough, Stella has one, and she merely lies in wait for her opportunity.
At least a few hours pass until guards approached their cells. They bore looks of unforgiveness and threat, but Stella held eye contact. One of the guards felt intimidated, and visibly started shaking. “Hey—when do we get to eat?” She grunted, holding her gaze. The guards shared suspicious looks, remaining vigil. “Not ‘til you earn it, thief.” One grumbled, letting their long and sharp spear come into her view by holding it up. The thought of the pain that could cause irked her. The action was a sign of “no funny business,” but she wanted to test that.
“Why exactly are you guarding me anyhow? Do the villagers give you anything in return for this? Seems awful boring jus’ standing around.” The other guard muttered, “no, we work for free pretty much…” Stella hummed, “that’s definitely not fair. Wouldn’t you want something for wasting your time?” They shrugged, “yeah, but we couldn’t really complain to anyone.” A smirk crossed her face as she reached back and pulled out a silver necklace from her mane. She had stolen this piece from another village altogether, so they couldn’t recognize it. “How about I give you something worthwhile, and you let us out to stretch our legs a bit?”
Sharing another look, the two guards nodded and snatched the necklace from Stella’s paw. They promptly unlocked their cages, swinging the creaky metal doors open. She climbed out of her cage, with Damon slowly bringing himself to his feet and following out of his. Stella hardly even realized how sore she was from being roughly and carelessly thrown into hers when she was unconscious. She looked over at Damon, who seemed to respond with a devious look. Stella shot a smirk back at him, and the two prepared to pounce. The guards had their backs turned, curious about a particularly loud bird on the other side of a clearing. How foolish. “Now!” She snapped and launched herself at a guard, Damon taking down the other. They grabbed their spears so they were weaponless, and swiftly knocked them both out.
“We gotta go, they’ll take notice any time,” she spoke urgently, and they both took off, dropping the spears for less weight. Stella made sure to keep an eye on Damon behind her, making sure not to lose him. I don’t want anything like that ever happening again she though, frowning at the fear she felt when she turned and he wasn’t there. Now he definitely is; he’s safe.
And that’s what matters to her.


Wolf Companion wrote:( 233 w )
Stella’s companion, Damon, was only a pup when the two found each other and bonded. He was a curious young wolf, wandering a little too far out of his pack’s territory, accidentally getting lost in the woods. He realized a little too late that he couldn’t find his way back no matter which way he went, as the trees were too thick and their roots twisted around each other, often blocking him from going one way or another. Damon began to cry out, fearing he may be lost forever—when Stella happened on him.
Both the viscet and wolf were roughly the same age, so when she approached him, she took great caution. Damon didn’t know what to do, so he kept his distance while remaining curious. He wasn’t quite old enough to know better. The too stayed a little ways away from each other, but eventually, Stella began speaking to him. Sure, he couldn’t quite respond with words, but he somewhat reciprocated with looks and simple reactions.
Stella managed to convince Damon to follow her, and the two were inseparable since. Their first break-in was a rocky success, leading to them almost being caught—but through their robberies (for a selfish cause, but it’s not like they were taught otherwise) they bonded, relying heavily on one another for safety and food. They considered each other to be the other’s sibling after a while, even.
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