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Shadow Flitz (Singular; Shadow Flit) are a long bodies species that have long since lost their hind legs, tail, and eyes to the power of the shadow and have replaced them with mold-able wispy appendages. these large, friendly beasts have been recently tamed to be ridden by humans and anthros alike. They have large, wide front paws, long pointed ears, and short, smooth fur. They can be naturally found in dark caves, wetlands, or thick forests. however have also been spotted in pastures while hunting. They are carnivores- meaning they are only meant to eat meat and they often prey on birds, deer, rodents, and bats.

for the second ratflit:
tell me about an adventure they went on!
what started it? what happened to them? did it end well or badly? :0c

max 700 words
max 1 extra art (quality doesn't matter, i care about what it shows! ^^)
prettying up is allowed, but it won't affect judging

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Flit name:[/b]
[b]Pronouns:[/b]
[b]Prompt answer:[/b]
[b]Extra art:[/b]
[b]Can the winner use this art?[/b] (must answer this if you do art!!)

ends: march 31. april 14. - 23:59 CSmoothie time

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Username: AnfractuousEntities
Flit name: Ipzit
Pronouns: she/they
Prompt answer:
Ipzit had never been careful enough to stay out of trouble. Poking her nose where it didn't belong with reckless abandon- well, it has consequences. Normally, those consequences were a new experience and a broader, wider perspective of the world.

But... maybe she could have done without this particular wisdom. The plentifields had had a new box in them that night, when she went hunting. She hadn't seen anything like it before, with rigid walls and clean edges. It didn't seem dangerous, and it smelled so nice, so she just stole one peek. Just one tiny peek! But that's all it took.

There was, in fact, a treat inside that box for Ipzit. But that deceptive box had no doors to the outside- only the inside. The poor beast spent hours, then days, trying to find her way out. She yowled and cried, inspected every seam and crack, and tried brute force far more times than her body was happy about. By day 3 she was exhausted and cold, with an obsessive dream of a sunny spot by the stream plaguing her waking thoughts.

That was when It found her. It was a tall, gangly beast with strangely flowing coverings instead of fur. It spoke in a tongue she hadn't heard before and had let itself inside without fear of the large shadowhunter she was. The thing had knelt and stroked her tangled mane with more of those mad whisperings, and even though it felt nice Ipzit had only been afraid. Whether that was warranted or not, she still can't tell.

The creature had stung her with an oddly decorated stick it carried. It had hurt, so badly, like new burns on old ones. She didn't remember falling asleep, but when she woke up she was in a beautiful sunny spot beside the stream. Her body didn't feel heavy any longer, and her skull didn't pound for want of water. But there was something new as well- something that was still out of place.

Ipzit still hears the whisperings It hisses in the dark. The mark It left on her neck leaches light into her fur and into her chest, and on worse nights it stops her shadowy eyes from working well. Those are usually the nights that she ends up back at those plentifields, to meet the creature of light and do the work it has for her.
Extra art:

Can the winner use this art? yeah sure ^^

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this competition will now be ending on april 14. - 23:59 csmoothie time!

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and the winner is:

Username: AnfractuousEntities
Flit name: Ipzit
Pronouns: she/they
Prompt answer:
Ipzit had never been careful enough to stay out of trouble. Poking her nose where it didn't belong with reckless abandon- well, it has consequences. Normally, those consequences were a new experience and a broader, wider perspective of the world.

But... maybe she could have done without this particular wisdom. The plentifields had had a new box in them that night, when she went hunting. She hadn't seen anything like it before, with rigid walls and clean edges. It didn't seem dangerous, and it smelled so nice, so she just stole one peek. Just one tiny peek! But that's all it took.

There was, in fact, a treat inside that box for Ipzit. But that deceptive box had no doors to the outside- only the inside. The poor beast spent hours, then days, trying to find her way out. She yowled and cried, inspected every seam and crack, and tried brute force far more times than her body was happy about. By day 3 she was exhausted and cold, with an obsessive dream of a sunny spot by the stream plaguing her waking thoughts.

That was when It found her. It was a tall, gangly beast with strangely flowing coverings instead of fur. It spoke in a tongue she hadn't heard before and had let itself inside without fear of the large shadowhunter she was. The thing had knelt and stroked her tangled mane with more of those mad whisperings, and even though it felt nice Ipzit had only been afraid. Whether that was warranted or not, she still can't tell.

The creature had stung her with an oddly decorated stick it carried. It had hurt, so badly, like new burns on old ones. She didn't remember falling asleep, but when she woke up she was in a beautiful sunny spot beside the stream. Her body didn't feel heavy any longer, and her skull didn't pound for want of water. But there was something new as well- something that was still out of place.

Ipzit still hears the whisperings It hisses in the dark. The mark It left on her neck leaches light into her fur and into her chest, and on worse nights it stops her shadowy eyes from working well. Those are usually the nights that she ends up back at those plentifields, to meet the creature of light and do the work it has for her.
Extra art:

Can the winner use this art? yeah sure ^^

take care of your new bean <3