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▪ ▪Congratulations▪ ▪
Soriams

Wow this was hard... Everyone did amazing, some people were so close if this were a mtach I'd call it a tie D:
Anyways, I just adored your form. Very different and touching <3
I really felt like Karona was real and breathing :'3
Beautifully written too.
Well done :B



▪ ▪Profile▪ ▪
▪ Owner: Soriams
▪ Name: Karona
▪ Gender: Female
▪ Age: 41
▪ Rarity: Uncommon

▪ ▪Form▪ ▪

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▪ Username:
▪ Whelkon Name:
▪ History (About 200 words):
▪ Personality (About 200 words):
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):

Good luck :3

[kyum-]

The awaited black Whelkon.
Her coat may be dark, but as all Whelkon her heart is not.
While simply uncommon and old, but not 'ancient', this Whelkon does not have a story to tell of being one of the first survivors.
But she is one of the only known individuals to be born this eerie color.

▪ Username:
xoKyrana

▪ Whelkon Name:
Myrinis
(Mi-Ri-Nis)

▪ History (About 200 words):


▪ Personality (About 200 words):
Myrinis had a bright personality everyone loved, and her colours were never judged. She was bubbly and lovable and social. She never told a lie, was always honest, and was very straightforward. If she didn't like you, she'd tell you, instead of being all fake and pretend being friends. She could always fit in, no matter where she was, and gather loads of friends. Myrin is the sort every Whelkon could be friends with - the most unsocial, to the most social.

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
WIP

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Black would be one of my favourite colours, and seeing this colour on a Whelkon and knowing it is one of a kind, I just had to try although I was already going for the other white Whelkon I plan to name Whisper. With her cheetah tear marks and black base, she kinda strikes me as a Whelkon with a pretty sad past - although I can't write moving stories.

I'll get this girl's form done after Whisper's. ^^
EDIT: Might have to drop out. >.<

[Queen Vivane]

▪ Username: Queen Chrysalis

▪ Whelkon Name: Dark Hollow

▪ History (About 200 words):
I grew up in forest with trees that grew upward for what always seemed like miles until they touched the sky itself above me. The other Whelkon always regarded me so strangely for my raven black coat. They were never cruel, as it is not in the nature of a whelkon to be such. I always did wonder why they looked at me so but I still have not found the answers I seek, perhaps I have always been looking too hard for what I have sought for many a year. Maybe it is time to try something new, I shall sit and wait for the answers to come to me instead of wandering when I will find them. So here I sit waiting as the days go by and seasons flash past yet I still have yet to be found by the answers I want.


▪ Personality (About 200 words):
Dark Hollow is a fair, loving creature preferring to be fussed over rather than being feared. Her gentless leaves others relaxed and peaceful leaving her to keep them safe and well. It isnt easy being so nice sometimes she struggles to keep it up and the negative bits that every single being has slips out and casues a little bit of chaos. She is talented in the art of reading body language and can often predict movements before they are made which proves helpful when she is on mission. Hollow finds comfort in music she feels as though it heals her soul making her fresh and excitable. Hollow takes loyalty very seriously and will not abandom an ally or friend no matter what is offered or what happens. She isn't one to offer her heart freely as she finds it incredibly hard to believe there is such a thing as love.

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
I had always loved to wander the forests at night and it was on one of my nightly walks that I encountered a human for the very first time.

The forest was quiet this night I observed and wondered why that was as I wove through the trees. A breeze ruffled my raven coat as I continued to walk. My ears flicked back and forth and I caught a strange noise on the wind
What was that noise? Who or what was making it? I wondered as the wind caressed my body as I wound round the night darkened trees the sound I had heard becoming louder. I halted at the edge of a clearing filled with hundreds of bright blue and white lunar flowers, curled up among the flowers was a strange creature. It's body was mostly hairless apart from a curtain of long dark blue hair growing out of the top of the head, the skin was pale but healthy.

I slowly walked up to the creature giving it a gentle nuzzle. The poor thing jumped and scrabbled back looking fearful. Folding myself onto the grass I waited for it to decide what to do

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
I knew as soon as I saw this Whelkon that I loved everything about her. From her raven black coat to the starlight white tip of her long fluffy tail. She's the perfect Whelkon for me. Her design is simple but beautiful and catches the eye quite nicely drawing in all those who venture near and I have great ideas for both her story and her history.


Anything in Italics are thoughts ^-^

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Thanks for the forms guys <3

[~punkstache]

withdrawing, there is another one that stole my heart <3

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Aw Thank you c:

[Emma-Chan]

had to try for both couldnt resist!

▪ Username:
▪ Whelkon Name: Mirthasil
▪ History (About 200 words):
▪ Personality (About 200 words):
▪ Art or Poem:
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):

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Thanks <3

[HypnoticPanda]

HypnoticPanda

Skia

Skia's childhood was like most Whelkon's. She is just old enough to remember the attack by humans and the devastation they caused among her kind. Her father and mother both protected her as young her was about to be taken by camouflage clad human. This frightened her enough, and her fear turned into hate. Skia continued her life with the constant bitterness toward humans growing. Her father was the constant influence in her life, and she takes care of both of her parents in their old age now. She has no mate and is looking for one.

Skia is sort of a novelty among Whelkons. Not only is her pelt a novelty, but her personality as well. Skia is a hardheaded Whelkon. Skia feels it is her right to refuse either an idea or command. Skia prefers the forests to large herds, and would probably be happy in a small group of three or four. Skia is a bit snarky, which is displayed in her comebacks and snips at people. Her heart is in the right place when it comes to most things. She does harbor spite in her young heart for humans. Skia genuinely feels that most humans are skum because of all the pain and heartache they create, and she will not hesitate to chase them from her forest. She enjoys the company of all woodland creatures though, and she mourns for each loss the humans create.

A young Skia rears her legs up playfully. “You can’t catch me daddy!” She giggled and trotted away from her father. “Just you wait you rascal,” came the humorous reply. Skia continued to run forward, dodging trees like an expert despite her clumsy age. Suddenly a large male figure was in her path. She giggled and turned around. “That’s no fair! Your legs are longer!” She howled and continued her running. “Skia! Wait!” Her father wailed, but the little Whelk paid him no mind. She ran right into the hemp arms of a rope. “Daddy help!” She wailed, her legs went through netting holes as she struggled against it. “Skia!” Her father yelled again, he drew closer, only to be stopped short at the sight of a gun trained on his daughter. “Don’t move…” Her father growled. Skia obliged, her wolfish head turning to the hunter. She let out a whimper as her father charged the human, snapping his jaws around the gun and yanking it from the human’s grasp. The metal fell to the ground, and the hunter stumbled back, afraid now that he was weaponless. Her father let out a howl, scaring the human off. He then turned and yanked the rope down, pulling his shivering daughter out of the net. “What did he want daddy?” She whimpered, curling up against her father. “I don’t know.” He whispered, nuzzling her. “Let’s get you back to your mother… maybe we shouldn’t mention this.” He had a playful smile on his face.

I would like this Whelkon because I feel that she suits me almost perfectly. She reminds me of myself in many ways, and I feel like her personality would match me as well. If I was to adopt any, this is my most ideal one. I would be willing to withdraw other entries as well for her.

[lumi]

-Withdrew-