[MistCat]

username and ID; Mistcat - 669407
name of kel; Compass
link to event MYO; <3
answer to prompt;

[Saturn V]

username and ID; Saturn V (488247)
name of kel; Atlas
link to event MYO; Boop
answer to prompt; this keldine loves nothing better than frolicking through the fields

Winner is free to use my art just credit my toyhouse (SaturnV)

[div]

username and ID; div 965999
name of kel; robin
link to event MYO; here
answer to prompt;

[fruitbat]

username and ID;

fruitbat

name of kel;

Hanbal, of Egyptian origin meaning pristine

link to event MYO;

N/A

answer to prompt;

The world Hanbal is from does not celebrate "Christmas". His particular domain is known as Skolice, an enchanting land where the gravity lifts you off of your feet if you're not wearing special metal bells known as klacks. The metal these bells are made from defy gravity's pull and let you wonder safety amongst the lush terrain. Emrald green forests full of life, large waterfalls with refreshing water and entire floating islands are all things you may encounter in Skolice, when it's not covered in a blanket of snow. During the winter time it gets extremely cold, becoming a barren land. It is common for the wildlife of Skolice to migrate and hibernate in Covania, a special area where the gravity-defying metal is farmed. Most creatures of Skolice are born here and will inherently farm a small piece of metal from Covania, allowing them to thrive on the surface. However, during winter, the floating snow makes the climate even colder, and pretty much inhabitable without extra protection.

The Keldine of Skolice prepare for the season of floating snow by celebrating Nix (Latin for 'snow'), officially celebrated for ten days, but decorations and festivities are often established well before and after that time. Nix has ancient roots associated with the changing climate, but has since evolved to also include gift exchanges, romantic gestures and a large parade at the end of the 10th day. Traditionally, Nix is used to create warm clothing for the Keldine's to wear during winter so they can survive another year. This clothing is specially crafted by the elders of Skolice using the metal from Covania and anything else to keep the Keldine warm. Some even have their bells redone during the 10 days of Nix, and offer valuables to the deities so that they'll bless them during this refined and exciting celebration.

Hanbal has his clothing and bell redone every three years. Last year he had his coat and bells done, so this year he can fully participate in the Nix festivities without worrying about his "survival kit" getting finished and blessed! He loves Skolice like a fish loves water, so this year he's decided to take a solo trip around parts of the land he has not been to yet, then eventually circle around and arrive back in the first day of Nix. As a pup, Hanbal yearned to know what was beyond the horizon. His parents kept him safe for years, not letting him venture too far in case he got himself into trouble. And that was always the case at the time of Nix too. They would prefer to stay nestled among the towering trunks, hidden safely away from the floating snow and icy temperature. Where the others found comfort, however, Hanbal had an uncomfortable itch to wander and explore. When he was old enough to make his own decisions, Hanbal left the confines of the forest jail and experiences life outside the cotton ball. As you can see from his scars, he's had an absolute blast.

After his exploration, Hanbal intends to wholeheartedly immerse himself in the Nix. He will decorate his home, give gifts to the ones he loves, and offer the deities valuable items from past adventures to ensure he'll survive another winter in Skolice. On the 10th day he wishes to participate in the parade by encouraging young pups to fly the nest and explore the world around them without fear of what lurks in the shadows. Even though Hanbal is usually a lone-wolf, he may pick up a few young apprentices along the way...

[father]

username and ID; father 42728
name of kel; Prancer
link to event MYO; here
answer to prompt;




yeah uh, i have covid and i am so exhausted, so was sadly unable to take this comic further than this! hope its still legible.

[DangerSnek]

username and ID; DangerSnek + 1021623
name of kel; Beelzebub
link to event MYO; Yascha
answer to prompt; Flying Kick, Uppercut, Versus Yascha

[Rathalos]

username and ID; Scourgebane #1008448
name of kel; Nigredo
link to event MYO; hechkin
answer to prompt; I think I got carried away lol, Italics are signing. [2.193 words]

A snowflake lands in your nose. You go cross-eyed trying to look at it and promptly you obviously sneeze.

This almost makes you snap. You're tired, jittery and anxious. You want to sleep and you feel the desperate urge to start scratching yourself and seeing people is the last thing you need. You don't want to inflict your poor temper on unsuspecting people, but the world really likes trying you sometimes. Snow is the last thing you want on this trip on a day that is already hard as it is. And while it always snows on this day it's much later, when you're ensconced in your uncle's home. With a bunch of blankets and roaring fireplace. It never snows this early and you wonder if this is some sort of sign.

You frown angrily and harshly rub a paw against your nose, as if that would help when you sneezed already. You pull your coat tighter around yourself, wings flapping in annoyance as you hear the rumbling, haunting laugh of your uncle.

"Already cold, nephew?" You glare at the ghostly visage of your amused uncle from the corner of your vision, it's hard no to look at him dead-on (haha) as you know that as soon you look at him directly he will disappear and only years of training stop you from doing so, but the urge is there. "A little snow never killed anybody. It seems this year we'll have a white Christmas. Aren't you happy? Your aunt will be filled with joy, she always loved this time of the year. Come on, hurry it up, she's waiting for us!"

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose trying to stave off a headache, you're not in the mood at the moment to deal with him, in fact you would like to never deal with ghosts, but such is your life.

"We have a white Christmas every year, I don't know why you sound so surprised. And waiting hasn't killed anybody either. In fact, you're already dead, what do you care? Be patient, I can't make the train come any faster." You sign to him.

As you yawn, you see as your uncle's face and body transforms into a rotten, horrifying thing, the dead don't like reminders of their status in this world but he soon calms down and returns to its ghostly state. He shakes his head ruefully, "No respect around here I see,” he scoffs mock annoyed. “Wait until your aunt hears about this." He titters.

You roll your eyes and don't respond. And while in the modern day nobody bats an eye to someone talking to themselves you would like to avoid looking more crazy than you are.

Man, your life is full of hardships. What a pain.





The forest that leads to your uncle's house feels different, but you can't put your paw on what it is. It feels angry though. Angry and sad.

You tell your uncle about this.

"New spirits? Can't say I have seen one recently. I've been with you these last days though, it might have been a recent thing while I wasn't here. What, you want to check it out?” You nod, while it’s true you’re tired and you would prefer to reach the house sooner or later, you don’t want to leave a poor angry soul for you uncle and aunt to find, they’re old ghosts and they can be easily overpowered, no matter how much your uncles brags about being a great fighter. They’re your family, as much as they annoy you, you don’t want to lose them.

They’re the only ones who understand you.

Your uncle makes a low groan of annoyance it seems he too, wants to reach his home. But you have a duty. And soon you two take off.

While you were on the train it started to snow harder, and now the forest is covered in a blanket of snow and thick mist. The snow is natural even if it seems influenced by the spirit, the fog is not. You breathe deeply and smell only frost and the greenery of the forest. It's not here then, you would’ve smelled the thick, sickly sweet aroma of decay. You snort, clearing your nose and head deeper into the forest, but weirdly your uncle is being unusually quiet. Yours are the only footsteps that sound in the forest.

“Nothing to say, old man?” From the corner of your eye you see your uncle frowning. It’s an expression that rarely graces his face, always smiling, laughing and taunting, laugh lines present in every inch of his face. To see him so unexpectedly morose intrigues you.

“There–” He clears his throat and shakes his head. “There was this girl a few months ago, a pretty thing, hand in hand with her boyfriend at a picnic they seemed to be celebrating something. They- they seemed happy, but that boy…” Your uncle sneers. “He didn’t seem like a good sort.”

You tilt your head, your uncle is denser than a bag of rocks so if he sensed something off about that girl’s boyfriend it probably was true and maybe even worse that he could notice at first glance. You know it must be eating at your uncle’s conscience, to see but be incapable of acting. He says he’s glad to spend time with you, but being a spirit stuck on earth must be hard on him sometimes.

“So you think it’s her?”

“If it’s her I’m going to haunt the socks off of that–” You still suddenly and quickly shush him, your fur it’s standing on end and the air, already cold, becomes colder. Faintly, you hear the sound of sobbing. Your quarry must be near.

Your uncle frowns in the direction of the sobs.

“You sure this is a good idea, my boy? If her boyfriend- ugh. Killed her, she might not be so happy about two encroaching in her territory, it might ugly quickly. And don’t think for a second I’m letting you go alone into a dangerous situation, what kind of uncle could I be if I did that?!”

You roll your eyes, but a faint smile graces your lips. Never change, uncle.

“Fine, but stay behind me and try so that she doesn’t see you. One might not be better in her eyes, but it’s certainly better than two.” And with that you walk gingerly in direction of the sobs, you hope it's one of the easier ones.

You soon reach a clearing, the sunlight glittering on the white snow blinding you for a moment, you blink rapidly trying to recover your sight quickly.

It’s not one of the easier ones.

As soon as the spirit sees you she lets out the enraged scream of a banshee and launches at you, you wince and lower your ears but you and your uncle quickly move off her path.

“Wait! We’re–” Your voice gives out with a croak, you growl and try to clear your throat, this is why you despise talking. “We just want to talk! Please calm down!”

Bad idea. Clearly you haven’t learnt that in the history of everybody using that phrase that nobody actually calms down.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! YOU DID THIS TO ME! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?! I LOVED YOU, THAT’S ALL I DID!” The last words are almost a screech. You hate dealing with banshees, your poor sensitive ears can’t handle it, and it’s a wonder you haven’t gone deaf yet. She launches at you and knocks you down, her fangs barely an inch off your throat, you struggle with her, snow and fur and feathers flying, and loud growls and screams fill your ears when suddenly, your uncle knocks her off you and, quickly you regain your balance and promptly pin her.

“Please! Listen to us! We’re not him, he’s not even here and you’re hurting yourself and us!” Your uncle quickly explains but she doesn’t even try to listen because she soon bucks up and throws you and you land hard on the forest floor with a heavy thud and a worrying crack and lose your breath with a gasp. You hear your uncle trying to talk to her, but the pain drowns all your other senses. Man, not even a year with broken bones.

Panting, you try to get up with a pained wince. She seems to have stopped attacking standing stock still, eyes wide, she seems to glitch like a faulty t.v between her banshee form and how she must have been when she died. You feel bad for her; nobody deserves this fate.

You don’t sense any aggression coming from her, even so, you still approach her warily. She flickers between forms one last time before setting her wide eyes onto you. Her dead gaze makes your fur stand on end and a shiver runs down your spine, but you’re accustomed to it.

“W-who are you? Where are we, w-what's happening, where’s–” With every word she becomes more frantic and you put a paw up to stop her before she loses her mind again.

“First of all, what’s the last thing you remember?” You talk to her in your gravely, croaky voice. Disgusting. But it seems to calm her more than your uncle's squeaky tones.

“Remember…? I was here with S-Shawn–” When she says his name his visage flickers, to a rotting angry face, lich fire flickering in her eyes, before it turns back into her normal face. “And then, a-and t-then…” Here, she screams, not a banshee scream, but an agonished one tears running down her face while she crumples to the floor.

You share a glance with your uncle before gingerly kneeling down beside her, you slowly put a paw in her back and rub calming circles in her back. You’re not used to comfort, since you barely receive it, but you try your best.

“Listen, I know this is, um, hard. But we’re here to hear you and help you, um, move on. Believe it or not, this is not the first time this has happened.” She looks at you between tears, when you suddenly sense your uncle at your back and hear his voice feigning lightness.

“Hey, girlie, what do you say about spending Christmas with us? I know being dead can be… Kind of a shock but you don’t have to deal with it alone, my nephew here it’s the best exorcist in town! No, in the whole world!” You can feel yourself blushing and you duck your head but not before sending a death glare to your uncle. “So when you get tired he can help you to go wherever you need to go. But today is a most joyous day and you don’t deserve to be here, alone and in pain.”

She still seems shellshocked and you don’t know if any of what your uncle just said is registered to her, but then she timidly nods.

“S-sorry about before,” Oh? So she knew what she was doing? Interesting. “My name is– is- I… Sorry, I can’t seem to remember it right now.”

Tired of talking you motion to your uncle so he can translate for you, “That’s normal, with time it should come back to you, even if it doesn’t we can investigate for you, don’t mind it. We should go, my aunt makes a mean Christmas dinner. But she may not leave us any if we’re late.” You know you’re extremely late, your aunt may kill you and your uncle again.

You help the girl to her feet, and with a glance to your uncle he starts chattering her up to distract her, and so, the three of you make your way to your uncle’s home.





When you reach your uncle’s house, a deceptive decrepit thing on the outside, but extremely cozy on the inside, your aunt it’s outside with her arms crossed and a terribly scary frown on her face.

You and your uncle wince.

“And just where were you?” Your aunt starts and you know it’s going to be bad. “Do you have any idea of how worried I was?! And look at you! Is that a broken rib? Oh my God,” Oh man, here come the tears. “Hours! Hours of wondering if you were alive or lost, or any other terrible thing and now-”

“Honey, listen-” Your uncle tries to placate her.

“No, you listen, Gerard! I won’t– Oh, hello. Who you might be?” She seems to have spotted the ghost girl and promptly starts to smother her in attention. The girl seems bewildered but accepting.

You close your eyes when you feel your uncle nudging you and you put your head on his shoulder, weary.

It might not be the typical Christmas, not even a typical day for anyone, but it is for you. It’s not even the first Christmas this happens.

And even with the cold shoulder of your uncle, and the shrilly dulcet tones of your aunt, you wouldn’t change it for anything. Ghosts and all.

Who else can say they spent a Christmas with ghosts after all?

[dwarjam]

username and ID; dwarjam 157318
name of kel; Arlo
link to event MYO; [link]
answer to prompt;
decided to draw him with my Riddle!
I so much wanted to spend more time on this and paint it properly but I just dont have the time sihg fggfgf


edit:
managed to clean it up a little!

[Lepid]

username and ID; Lepidopterologist - 397534
name of kel; Faulkner
link to event MYO; here
answer to prompt;

Faulkner stared out of the window in what he referred to as his prison. The tall and grand palace looked over the small city that catered to his fathers’ needs, and was suffering as a result. Despite all of Faulker’s reasoning and pleas for his father to just listen to him, to stop being so selfish and greedy…

Faulkner sighed as snow started to lightly fall. He could see houses lit up all warm and cozy on this Christmas Eve. Children were sleeping soundly, and parents were probably trying to pull together a present or dinner at the very last minute. He smiled a bit sadly to himself, as he was thankful enough to always have food on his plate but his dinners always came with being patronized for every action that he did. He tried not to get too upset, as most of the city was dirt-poor thanks to his father’s increasing taxes and demand for labor. Faulkner couldn’t help but despise his father, however, for all the years of torment he had put his heir, Faulkner through.

Faulkner continued to look out the window for just awhile longer before grabbing his homemade lock pick and fiddled quietly with the doorknob. This was going to be his only chance for freedom and sweet, sweet, vengeance against his father and the hierarchy. As most of the staff were off visiting their families due to the holidays and his father was resting soundly in his bed.

The door clicked and Faulkner silently crept out of his room. He looked around the empty corridors before silently creeping about the tall and windy palace. He had to be particularly careful with those hooves of his, as they softly clattered against the stone floor. Any startled movements and his hooves would give him away within a second and then he would be locked away in their dungeons for the rest of the night for sneaking out past his curfew. As prince, Faulkner felt like he was treated more like a servant. He had so many ambitions and ideas for how he could help correct his fathers mistakes, more importantly, his people and their estate. He was never allowed to take part, however, due to his views being too “progressive” and “modern” for their time.

Faulkner happened to glance out the windows and the snow was falling much harder now. He had to hurry if he were to carry out his grand scheme by dawn.

He had finally reached his destination- the vault. Faulkner stared at the large lock that served as a barrier between him and generations’ worth of accumulated wealth. Faulkner questioned how they got that wealth, however. He glanced around and no one was in sight. He hesitated before very, very quietly and carefully, he pushed the big heavy lock to put in the correct combination. With a soft hiss, the door opened.

Faulkner pushed it open and peered inside. Coins and jewels were nearly piled to the ceiling. He was in awe, but that wasn’t why he was here, no. Faulkner sighed as he got out the largest bag that anyone could have ever seen, and began stuffing the bag. He spent a few hours doing this until nearly all of their wealth was sealed up in the sturdy bag. He then tied the bag around his chest and shoulders before growling quietly and pulling as hard as he could. The bag moved maybe an inch before Faulkner heaved as hard as he could and got the bag moving at a steady pace. He felt like a thief in the night, taking all of his and his family’s wealth.

Faulkner crept out of the palace though and was hit with a wall of bitter coldness. The snow had piled up a tremendous amount since he had last looked out the window. The coldness reminded him of how cold the palace was. He pushed through the snow regardless until he found a sleigh that would make his life a bit easier and quicker in his travels. He made his way to the city and slowly, one by one, he dumped off all of his treasures, wealth, and goods to each and every doorstep. He carefully hid it where each member of their household would be able to find and use it. He did this until his bag was nearly empty. Faulkner could see that dawn was rapidly approaching. There was just a small bit of golden coins left in his large pouch that carried his family’s name on it. Faulkner took the last bit out as he sighed softly. His reign was about to finally end. He picked up the pouch and left his sled where it was at as he made his way to the center of the city. He tucked the coins in his pocket, as he would need them later for his long journey ahead. He finally got to the center of the plaza and laid the bag down in the snow as he looked at their family name and symbol.

The guards would be back any time now and there was only so much before he would become the most wanted man in the country. Faulkner shook his head and lit the bag on fire- a symbol of the kingdom burning before he took his sled and trotted off at a quick pace. As he did, he heard members waking up and crying happily as they found his little “gift” he had delivered to them. Faulkner rode off with what little good he has to start a new and meaningful life. That, is what his Christmas was for him. A start to a new life as a nobody, one that he looked forward to working hard at to earn the things he got rather than being given them. Perhaps one day he would return to rule his kingdom but for now, he would become well-known as a legend in his kingdom. To some, he’s known as the lost prince- a hero who gave to everyone on Christmas and inspired the town to celebrate it with each other by caring for one another as though they were their own blood. To the kingdom, however, he was a tainted son of the king who became disowned and hated for committing an unforgivable act.

Now, Faulkner roams all over the country, trying to escape his father’s steel-handle grasp. However, he always thinks fondly of his town when the holiday season is always around.

[Radiation King]

username and ID; sentinel - 405655
name of kel; Nikolai
link to event MYO; here
answer to prompt;
Nikolai was a simple man who lived a simple life out in the country. He and the people who lived in the village were traditional people. Whenever Christmas came around, they always do the same things: bake cookies, have Christmas dinner, buy gifts for each other, and share their kindness with one another. The small village was described as a happy and lively one around this time of year. It was Nikolai’s favorite time, as he helped decorate the little village with a variety of ornaments and decor all over the buildings and trees.

This year, Nikolai decided to celebrate Christmas by offering sleigh rides to children and the elderly. It was not much, but the squeals of the children warmed his heart and he spent the entire day taking the kids out in the wintery forest on a winter sleigh ride. By the time that he was finished, he was exhausted and ended his Christmas by having some warm milk by the fire. Before he knew it, he had dozed off before even finishing his milk!

His sleigh ride had been quite a success to the point that Nikolai woke up the next morning with requests to do it next year!