[Transmute]

Oooh, I def gotta try out for this one.

[randomzness]

Thanks for your interest everyone

[soilatte]

Username:
Billybobjoe123456, from the region of RP and Adoptable Oekaki
Character Name:
Though many names could be placed amongst this gentle spirit, I wish to name her Madam Lucy Levenstry
Character gender:
The fine lady, a princess, a lovely young maiden.
Where you will be using it:
Madam Lucy as she wishes to be called, will venture through the great world of CS, dabbling in certain areas such as 'Share your Stories', 'Animal Roleplays Fantasy/Fandom', given two homes, one in my dear signature as an aid to my good dog Spark, and another in my character thread made by others. Outside of noble CS, she will find herself in saved stories. But CS shall be her one and only home.
Personality:
Madam Lucy is a princess, but she is not the normal, nor prissy kind. She is rather humble towards her friends, family, and subjects, caring and understanding. She, of course, will not get the throne, so instead, she ventures, looking to help, to heal, and to fly. She is full of wisdom, and very bold, loud, and takes pride in her small nation. She is very stubborn, but protects those of lower ranking than her.
Why do you wan this character?:
Ah, so you wish to know while Madam Lucy must come to the kingdom? Well, she is the only one who may hold the wonderful place of the youngest, caring princess, who has no hope of being able to be queen. She must not be the damsel in distress, but the pride of the kingdom.
Out of the kingdom, a fair user named Billybobjoe awaits for a bird. A bird of the gracious colors and patterns that she has seemed for months, perhaps even a year. She will only be please when the wonderful bird may come to her, and her noble fursona Spark's aid. Together the three friends must unite to make the most beautiful trio. Oh, stories shall be told of these three, maybe even art. With darker colors of Joe, medium arrangements of Spark, and bright, beautiful wings of Madam Lucy, they shall succeed.
Art:
A picture of a feather, the only keepsake the king has from his sister. A poem too.
Story:
Once upon a time....
There lived a kingdom named Tuntufiam, living in the colorful wake of the ever glorious sun. It was a merry town made up of colorful birds known as the Bloom Crows. It was a wonderful little place, where dragon dogs roamed and modern ways had taken over most of the city.
But to every bright light must come a shadow, in which will make things very grave. This shadow was a league of dark forces called the Shades of Sinister. It was made of dark dragon dogs, the color of the darkest, moonless midnight, and crows who's feathers were shadows of gray and black. These ones did not wish to rule the kingdom, but kill it off, by hurting young crows and wounding Drago Pups.
In the kingdom of Tuntufiam lived a king named Raymore, with his dying queen, Jasmine. They had four daughters and five sons, in order of age, Sir David, Madam Georgia, Sir George, Madam Ivy, Madam Willow, Sir Jacob, Sir Peyton, Sir Timmothy, and Madam Lucy. Until they were of older age, they were addressed by common titles, for the kingdom had special ways of doing things.
Of course, each young prince or princess was different. But they had many similarities. These included a royal gold feather on each wing, a sparkling jewel on the tip of their tail, and pure knowledge on the kingdom, subjects, rules, and flight. Sadly, all but one of the children was allowed the pleasantness of the royal symbols and knowledge. This child was Madam Lucy.
The youngest child of the royal family is forbidden to learn this, making him or her less than the subjects below. This is because the youngest has child has only ever made it to the throne once, and that was King Raymore himself. The youngest child is often killed to strike fear into the great kingdom, thus wasting resources and time.
Our story takes place through Lucy's childhood, and eventually to the sign of her destiny. So, I beg to put before you, are beautifully woven tale.......
"King Raymore," The messenger fluttered into the throne room, kneeling before the great king. He trembled, for fear of the power of the high king, and what one little word, movement, or gesture wrong would mean for him.
"You may stand, what is the news of my queen and little Lucy?" the king asked impatiently, staring down at the tiny messenger. Though small, the little one was quite fast, making him perfect for the great task. The little bird could feel the king's beady eyes staring through him, the gaze practically burning his back. He quickly stood, speaking rapidly,
"They are both in perfect condition. Queen Jasmine though, has a slight hoarseness and needs rest.Princess Lucy is rather smaller than she should have been, being the runt an--"
"You dare call the new princess a runt?" the king bellowed, stepping down from his throne. It wasn't long before he got his answer.
"No, no! Your majesty, I just meant she was the smallest, and hatched last between her and Timmothy, making her slightly weaker, the healer says she might not be able to fly. He suggests she shall be the last one, in which she wouldn't have to learn. The final egg, which should have been Sir Jay, he did not hatch. He will not be joining the royal family," the messenger said grimly, looking up for the king's orders.
"Call the guards, for it is time I see my dear Jasmine, and my newest, but last daughter Lucy."
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"Timmothy, you have flight school today, then you go back to the Royal class with your elder brothers and sisters," Queen Jasmine called down he hall to her son. Instead of seeing his royal blue feathers and sturdy build, she found Lucy's bright, radiant feathers, with her father's beady eyes staring at the queen.
"Mother, why may I not go to the class as well? Nor flight school?" she asked, a saddened look in her eyes. Her feathers, much like Timmothy's, still has chick fluff, but it was shedding. Just then, Timmothy strode out with his royal jewel, golden feathers, and a proud stance.
"Oh foolish Lucy, no. You shall not learn any of this, as you already have learned. Now, Madam Mable is waiting, and you know that. Go on, scamper off and play with Madam Mable," the queen cawed at the youngest princess, her tone rather harsh.
The princess turned, squeezing past Timmothy to find the babysitter. "You'll be able to learn someday, don't worry," her brother whispered in her ear, but she knew that was wrong. She knew of the rules of the royal children, of the youngest. She also knew what her mother had told her about how she would remain the final child.
"Madam Mable, how did father become king if he was the youngest?" Lucy had asked when she had found her dear friend and nanny in the courtyard.
"Well, he was the youngest, but he wasn't supposed to be. The king had died, leaving Queen Bethany in charge. She had one egg set for hatching, so she enrolled your father with his two siblings for the royal children's private school. His eldest sister was killed, as you know, to strike fear in the subjects. Your sister, Ivy was named after her. Then, Sir Kendle died in an accident, leaving Prince Raymore at the brink of being king. When Queen Bethany died, you father was given the throne. As for the last egg, it never hatched, just like your brother. Do you understand?" Madam Mable explained, her deep brown feathers shining in the autumn sun.
"I do, but what would happen if my brothers and sisters were killed?"
"Well, then they would give you the spot next in line for Queen, and, you would be enrolled in school,"

Lessons like this, day by day took place until Lucy knew as much as her brothers and sisters. Now at a young adult age, she had gone through much. Her mother had died of disease, and father assassinated along with Georgia, George, and Jacob. Now Sir David had ruled for a little while, and found his wife, Queen Fiona. Queen Fiona and Princess Lucy shared a special hateful relationship, beginning with the mysterious death of Madam Mable when she was attacked by the palace guards for entering the courtyard. This was found especially strange, for the same guards had been guarding the palace for years, and had seen Madam Mable many times. But Lucy had learned the impossible already. She had learned how to fly.

"Sir David! Sir David!" the messenger flew into the dining hall, quickly approaching the king. He was only allowed in urgent situations such as this without bowing, and the king would understand. He landed beside the king, disrupting the whole meal. The royal family had gathered for here holiday, but all was not well.
"Sir David! Princess Lucy has fled the kingdom, followed by a Dragon Dog! The one that does not breath fire! And she's, she's, she's, flying!" he announced, stopping the commotion entirely. Everyone turned to the empty seat on the far side of the table. A small scroll sat on her plate. The king got up from his chair, strolling across the room to the parchment. He opened it, to find the following message:
To My Dear Family,
I, Princess Lucy, had fled the kingdom, for I cannot stay here much longer. I have visited the wizard, and he has told me the same. I must go on this quest.
I am unable to stay, for her. King David, my dear brother, please do not be angry at me. But it is her who has caused me such misery, she who has driven me away. She, she was the one who poisoned Timmothy, with the great illness that leaves him in his bed today. She was the one who killed Madam Mable, and left me in the state. She has caused me to be very depressed, alone, sad. I have been bullied.
This is not only the reason why I must leave. I have been treated unfairly as the youngest child, and I shall stand for this no longer. Timmothy understands this, and Georgia did once. King David, you did once as well. But this is gone now, with the dove of secrecy.
But I refuse to let this take me down. I have fled to a place you will not find me. I have taken my only friend, Spark, whom I have met many times. We must go where I can be happy, not sad.
So I bid you all farewell, and hope for your safety, someday, I shall return, but for now I must stay away.
Dearest wishes,
You dear sister Lucy.
After reading this, King David went into a horrible state. He had been very fond of his youngest sister. He was torn.
But this is not the ending. And this is not the place for it. The story has only started hear, a new bloom in the fair spring. This is a mere outline to her first part of her life, and you won't find much more here.
If you yearn for more, I shall be sharing her story soon. Until then, I bid thou farewell. Thank you.
Read the Thread?
Why of course. Thrice. I know my place in the rankings as a Loyal Subject. I know each rule, and I know expectations. I thank you for what you have and will do with these wonderful pieces of artwork.

[randomzness]

thank you so much for entering

[soilatte]

My pleasure, your artwork is beautiful. I really love this one, it has my top three favorite colors. Plus she has beautiful markings. I can't wait to see the winner.

[Nellas]

She is sooo beautiful! This post shall be reserved for my form. Thank you!