[harvestberry]

Username: harvestberry
Name: Khione
Gender: Female
Prompt: WIP!

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username: DarkestWerewolf
Name: Taste of Life // Fantasia
Gender: Female
Prompt:

Fantasia is as blind as can be - born without sight, many would think Fantasia wouldn’t be able to do much. However, those who think of her like that do not truly know Fantasia. While it is true that she may not be able to see like ordinary collies, Fantasia has found other ways to see and get around. Her other senses are naturally more heightened than the average to compensate for her less of sight but aside from that, Fantasia also has lexical-gustatory synesthesia. This means that Fantasia can experience certain tastes when she hears certain words.
As a pup, Fantasia didn’t really know she had this ability. She thought everyone was the same. Fantasia responded very well to her siblings despite not being able to see them. Her brother’s bark tasted like peanut butter while her sister’s bark tasted like strawberry. It was only brought up one day when she casually mentioned it and both of them told her they experienced no such thing.
As Fantasia grew up, she became more adventurous with food and made new friends. The farm she resides in was full of life and fun despite her not being able to see anything. Fantasia is able to distinguish each of her fellow collies, the farm animals by species and even some weather. The cows tasted like vanilla ice cream, the horse tasted like waffles and the chickens tasted like soil. Of course, not all she hears brings about good taste but Fantasia had grown used to it.
By logical means, all Fantasia sees is black but her imagination and senses are able to compensate for it. She’s able to run wild with her synesthesia. She’s able to see through the senses of hearing and taste. Her world may not be as colourful but it is definitely special.
This was her way of life and what she sees. The way she perceived and see may be different than what is considered normal but that’s how it is.

[cujo.]

Username: cujo.
Name: solK //
Gender: male
Prompt: [ /1000]

the first words he hear are not kind ones. his siblings are crawling over him, squeaking in their quest to find a suitable place to rest now that they're sleepy and milk drunk, and then suddenly he's being lifted away from the warmth of his mother's belly and the world feels so unstable that he cries and squirms. he can't see the light that's shone into his newly opened milky eyes, and the voice swears before he's put back down, his spot claimed by one of his littermates. "blind." the word is just a sound to him, meaningless, and he makes wriggles his way back towards his mother, lifting his head as she licks and greets him. "useless ..." "don't be so harsh," another voice argues, softer, and a finger strokes down his back, "he's still cute." "cute. what's that going to do? he was supposed to be the start of our new line, and he can't even be shown!"

the soft voice dubs him "moon moon" in a fond voice that he thinks might be some sort of a joke, but good-natured, and his siblings names also seem to be gentle-jokes. he has no idea he's 'different' - though he's fairly sure that his siblings might be. they knock into him when they try to play, don't tap or mouth at him like he does to them when he's inviting to play. it's just plain rude! they always seem to run everywhere too - he's getting the hang of it, a little, in rooms he knows well. he can manage okay if he Hears things being moved, but he can't be in every room all the time - and the humans left a chair out from the table just the day before and he ran right into it. so rude! moving things without any warning.

the weeks pass quickly, and new voices come into the house. his siblings find new homes - one, two, three - and then it's just him, and his mother, and soft voice and harsh voice. harsh voice doesn't care for him much, words always spoken in a growl. he waits for his home, but the people that come to see him always leave without him. soft voice tells him not to worry, that he's a good boy and things will be okay. soft voice isn't home the day the first people arrive. these ones don't leave without him. the first car ride is a Horrible experience, his puppy stomach doesn't take to the motions at all.

the first family are a couple with a few young children. and they're so nice. they seem amused and excited about having a puppy. his name becomes "dusty." but that quickly runs out when he proves cautious on the leash as the children pulls him along and into things. walks becoming frightening, the children are so noisy and they pull and tug him all the time, and he tries to hide from him more and more. and eventually, he finds himself chained out in the yard for most of the day. he's so bored and when he's inside, he chews whatever he can lay his teeth on. the first family don't like that very much, and before long, the second family appear and take him and all his things to a new home.

his second family is much more considerate. he doesn't quite understand what the word 'foster' means. but there are other dogs - and even cats, who are not to be underestimated or chased no matter how interesting they smell, as he learns when he finds out they have claws -


[wip]

[Vinson]

an extension was requested - the new end date is now November 5th!

[Baobabel]

Username: TNgirl45
Name: Wraith
Gender: Female
Prompt:

When born, Wraith was just as her namesake. A pale, thin, insubstantial wisp of a newborn. Light grey and silent. No one, including her mom, thought she would live. To increase her siblings chances of survival, the mom pushed the poor weak pup aside. Even starving, the young pup never even uttered a whimper. Quickly, she began to feel her strength weaken. All of a sudden, a new presence was beside her.

Going about his duties, Death approached the pale thing on the ground. He let out a sigh as he reached down to collect the pup. It's not even crying, must've died before I could even get here he thought. As his finger tips brushed the damp fur, he quickly recoiled in surprise! What's this! A heartbeat! Death had never seen a creature so close to death and yet with a spirit so strong! Though clearly about to pass away, the small pup silently wriggled towards Death. He reach down again but before he could touch the puppy to put it out of its misery, it licked him! And licked again! Never before had a creature licked him! Most tried to escape their inevitable death, or occasionally, embraced with open arms if they were ready leave this world. Never had a thing been happy to see him and still have a desire to live. The usual stoic and impartial Death did a very peculiar thing. He let the little thing live.
The pup didn't escape unchanged by Death's touch though. Her coat took on a smokey white, almost translucent look. And when her eyes finally opened a few days after her siblings, they were clouded and milky white.

When she was old enough, Wraith told her sibling about her encounter with Death. They didn't believe but her blindness and strange appearance were enough for them to avoid her. Despite this, Wraith never grew hateful or spiteful. She liked being alone. Though even when no one was around, it often seemed like Wraith was talking to and playing with someone no one else could see.
In defiance of her blindness, Wraith moved with grace and near silence. She never seemed to run into things and at times it truly seemed like she could see. Regardless of how she was treated by those around her, she's always kind to others. She's able to calm and soothe those around her, especially those close to death.

And there are still times she prances about in joy as if seeing an old friend no one else can detect.

[Vinson]

username: -chirp-
name: dallin
gender: male
prompt:

-snip-

sorry for the delayed results on this kid - there were two forms that gave me a very hard time choosing! with that, I would like to congratulate -chirp- on winning them - Dallin's anguish was very clear in your story, and you were very creative in your world-building and character development.

I would also like to give a shoutout to Southern sweetie! your story was one of family and remembrance, and made my heart warm every time I read it.

[-chirp-]

oh my-
thank you so much vinson! legit almost cried when i saw i won, this has brought a big smile to my face <3

hi story was very fun to write, and i’ll probably add on more to it now ^-^

[-chirp-]

traded to Griffin Torrens!

[Griffin Torrens]

Confirming, thank you!! Will likely come back with new info <3

[Griffin Torrens]

Owner: Griffin Torrens
Name: Xeno / Fear of the Unknown
Gender: Male
Home: CreekShadow Kennel