[wind song]

▪ ▪Congratulations▪ ▪
Ashwyn

Wow, this was so so so close between you and Ikaaaaaaaaa.
But your form was just outstanding as always <3
You always make them come to life Ash.
Very well done!
Take care of him now ;B
I cannot wait to see what happens with Calista and him :'3

▪ ▪Profile▪ ▪
▪ Owner: Ashwyn
▪ Name: Fenlas
▪ Gender: Male
▪ Age: 63
▪ Rarity: Very Rare

Also, anyone who has done art for this Whelkon may give it as fan art to the owner, if you want to. It's up to you, but it'd be a shame to let all the beautiful art go to waste.


▪ ▪Form▪ ▪

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▪ Username:
▪ Whelkon Name:
▪ 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):

Good luck :3

[Charchar2]

Oh, lovely. <3
But, I've already decided on the two I'd like to try for this round. :'3

[Temperance.]

Oh my gosh ;A; unless I see another one that blows me away more than this one....I'm totally trying for him <3 putting my plan into action.
He is the one ;A; So in love with his design, absolute perfection <3 No fancy format ATM, will add that in later.




▪ Username:
Ashwyn

▪ Whelkon Name:
Fenlas

▪ History:
Fenlas was born to kind and loving parents. As with all Welk he was taught the value of nature and grew up with a deep love for the sacred woods he swore to protect. He was young, strong, and filled with the joyful abandon of youth when he first met Calista. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and was instantly transfixed and interested in her. Naturally he introduced himself to her, and the two hit it off fabulously, getting along very well with complimentary personalities. It didn't take long for their affection for each other to grow, and after only several months the two declared themselves mates. All went well and happily between them, until one day he intervened when the humans would have captured both of them, letting his beloved mate escape while he himself was taken. For several years he suffered under their "care", though interestingly he grew very close and befriended a teenage human girl, one day she had finally had enough of seeing him suffer, and released him. He still holds fond feelings for her, and hopes that one day they may cross paths again. Currently he is a wandering traveler, searching for his lost mate.

▪ Personality:
Fenlas is a very patient and yet somewhat spontaneous individual. He has this essence of life to himself that is undeniable, a shining beacon to an unsteady world. Even in the midst of having the humans hunting down his kind, Fenlas could always find the ray of sunshine shining through the clouds. Basically though his personality can be broken down into three distinct traits:

;;Patient ;;
Above all else Fenlas is patient, a fact which has made him capable of getting through situations that many others would struggle with. He can sit and listen to youngsters talking for hours, with a smile on his face. In fact, even when he disagrees with you Fenlas can be expected to calmly listen.

;;Spontaneous;;
Fenlas is also well known for doing very spontaneous things. One moment he may be standing utterly still, just studying a flying butterfly or a dancing stream, and the next moment he’s twirling on his hind legs, laughing joyfully and revelling in life. It is perhaps one of the greatest things that attracted Calista to him.

;;Serious;;
Though Fenlas isn’t often very serious, he does have moments where he lapses into a very serious and almost somber mood. I suppose it could also be labeled as reflective, but mostly it’s a serious sort of state, where he thinks and plans out what he wishes to do.


▪Poem:
Bruised and beaten
Tattered and torn
There were times he wished
He'd never been born
But through the darkness
He saw a light
His shining white angel
Calista so bright.
She is his mate
So true and fair
Until cruel fate
Took him there.
The humans stole him
From his home
Taking his freedom
He could not roam.
Until the day
He found a way.
Escaped the pen
Turned to the woods
His heart now lies
With shattered hope
Does his elegant mate
Wait for him still?

▪ Short Story:
Fenlas sighed, his head bowed sorrowfully as he stood within the confines of the wooden pen. Today he found himself missing Calista more than anything, and his own body was beginning to betray him, falling apart under the ministrations of the humans. Whelkon needed to be in the woods, surrounded by the nature they were made to protect, not penned up by the humans. At that moment though a young female human began to walk leisurely down the path leading to his pen, Fenlas recognized her and felt his ears perk up somewhat. She was the only one who seemed to feel bad for him, and often came here to talk to him and keep him company. Fenlas appreciated it. Today she leaned against the fence and looked at him, her face seeming downcast and sad. Snorting softly Fenlas walked slowly towards the fence she was leaning against, dipping his head to look into her eyes. The girl looked up at him and a soft smile flickered across her lips, reaching up she pressed her hand against his forehead and sighed softly. “You don’t belong here boy. I just…I can’t stand seeing you get sicker and sadder.” She paused for a long moment, her eyes lowering to the ground. “And so….I’m going to let you go free.” Fenlas froze, shock morphing onto his face, she was letting him go? This went against everything he had ever known about humans. Yet sure enough the girl went to the gate and opened it, her eyes darting to the top of the road. “Quick, you gotta go before anyone sees.” Fenlas stared at her for a long moment, and then slowly walked out. But before he ran off Fenlas turned to the girl and touched his nose to her forehead, leaving with her the wish that one day their paths would cross again. But he knew that he needed to get into the forest, so bounding away into the dense brush Fenlas felt focus fill him. He had only one goal. Find the love of his life, Calista.

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Ahhh well. My plan for Calista involved finding the absolute perfect male to be Fenlas. I wanted the two of them to have more of a unique story behind them, and this seemed to be the perfect way to do it. Anyways, the instant I saw him I felt like he was a regal sort who had been through a lot of suffering. I swear that I could almost hear Calista freaking out and saying that HE is Fenlas....and who am I to deny my beautiful girl anything? XD He just seems so....soulful. And I can imagine using him in story after story, weaving his history and own personal experiences with Calista's. The two of them both having suffered so much grief and sadness. Will they finally meet again? Or are they doomed to search for each other for all eternity? Its the absolute epitome of what the perfect love story is. Two such creatures so devoted to each other that their love carries them through anything.

-ahem-
Sorry, I was getting a little side tracked there xD anyways, as with Calista he feels very real to me somehow. I also am ecstatic about him because it would let me get to play with a whole other aspect of the Whelkon relationship with humans, and that totally excites me. He just....has some sort of quiet strength to him that appeals to me, and much as I have to say it, his colours are GORGEOUS, I love how perfectly he would contrast with Calista. The two of them would complement each other perfectly I think. And so, in the end, I realized that I had to apply for him. Calista demanded it, Fenlas needs to exist <3

[•αяιƨƨα•]

_._ My delightful computer has broken and nothing can be recovered from it, so sadly my form's gone
*dropping out*

[PaintLily]

▪ Username:

PaintLily

▪ Whelkon Name:

Blue Diamond

▪ History (About 200 words):

Blue Diamond is a loner who was always wandering around following his dream, no one came with him because they all thought he was being silly and that it was much to dangerous. Blue Diamond lives a life of piece and met up with a kid when a couple years back, the kid had no where to go and was all alone, they ended up sharing a great bond together and now they wander the forest together.

▪ Personality (About 200 words):

Blue Diamond is very nice and he loves company, but he also enjoys his loner ways, he gentle and cares about everything, even humans, Which leads him to helping everything in need. He enjoys playing with his new partner, the young human, and will often give him rides on his back.

▪ Art or Poem:

Loner

I'm A Loner living my life,
never once saw A Human, never worried i'd be tortured with a knife.
My Life is peaceful without a worry,
wandering from forest to forest, some nights it was cold but i didn't have to worry 'cause i'm furry.
I love my life as a loner,
as I always will.

Loner no longer

I was Loner,
living my life of fun and glee without a a herd or owner.
Then I found a young human all alone, homeless, and helpless,
I couldn't help but help the poor kid in distress.
Now We Wander the forest together,
happily sharing a bond so strong it could never be broken, we'll always be alone in the forest together.

I know I'm not very good, I didn't have blue Gray so I did the best I could, also, this Is a Picture of him walking into the forest on a starry night.

WIP, Still gonna draw some more

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):

As I wandered the forest a few years Back, I found a human, but he was a helpless kid, As I slowly aproached him un-able to stop myself from going to help the poor thing, the kid turned his head and saw me aproaching him, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was afraid, I nugded him to tell him I didn't mean to hurt him and he got up and we wandered the forest together, as we still do.

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):

He looks awesome and I can't Resist the urge for Whelkon! When I saw this one I knew it was amazing and I just Absolutely loved it and it would mean a lot to me if I got it.

[ika;]

▪ username;; Ikaaaaaaaaa
▪ whelkon name;; Hasufel.

A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth.
The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water.
Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts.
And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.
-Sivananda



▪ history;;
The product of a fairly ordinary childhood, the point in history that truly had an effect on Hasufel was on his twenty-third birthday. You see, it was then that he met the love of his life. She was beautiful. As wild as the sea, as untameable as the roughest ocean storm. But he hadn’t the courage to approach her directly, so instead he would sit on the beach where she walked- and sing. Just sing. No lyric in particular, but whatever came to his mind when he saw her; and every word that left his mouth was in her dedication.

But still she would walk past him.

How he pined for her- he would trace his paws through the sand in intricate patterns, carve figures from shells- he would give her the brightest flowers he could find.

But still she would walk past him.

Hasufel grew withdrawn, losing confidence in himself, and became restless. Agitated. And it was then that he decided ‘not one more time will she walk past me’. He decided, right then, that he would confess everything- how his heart sang for her, how he longed just to hold her. And suddenly, Hasufel couldn’t wait any longer. He raced to the beach, paws skidding in the sand- and she was there.
But she was not walking.

She lay, sprawled on the sand- eyes glassy and vacant. Empty. Her body was still and unmoving, stroked by the gentle waves that lapped on the shore. It was then- in that one moment- that Hasufel could hear his soul shatter into a million pieces. It fell like raindrops onto the sand; liquid glass around the one he loved.

This was no fairytale.

And so Hasufel stayed on the beach. He would never leave, and slowly became a part of it. The only time he would step from the sand, was to leave all the beautiful shells he collected for her in the places he had seen her.
In the very footsteps she took when she walked right past him.



▪ personality;;
Hasufel is a solitary soul, one of great pain and bitterness. The grief, though not recent, sits heavy in his heart, and holds him like a butterfly in a jar. In all senses, he is cloaked in misery- a shadow of his former self. But we will go back to before, so we can really gain an essence of who Hasufel is.

Hasufel is the gentle stranger, the only star in a blank night sky. He is the first drop of rain on a burning hot day, and the lone flower amongst the ashes. A private being by nature, he isolates himself by choice; yet still manages to shine on his own. He’s capable of caring for himself and others, but it’s rare that there is someone Hasufel cares enough about to do so. He requires his own personal space, and therefore allows it to those he is in contact with. Respectful and wise, this boy is often described as ‘an old soul’, with the patience of the oldest tree, and a heart of gold.

He does not speak much, as he feels unnecessary chatter is intrusive- he will talk when he needs to, not when he is expected to. Hasufel is one with virtues- he is honest, and even shy at points when it comes to talking about himself. But all in all, he is one that appreciates the spirit of life, not the material things it brings.


▪ poem;;
The sea singer is singing,
His song so long, so sad
But what has he seen
And what has he lost
To know such mournful tune?
His lungs ache from words
In misery clad,
In his cave he rocks, he rocks
And cries
And with each melody
The sea whelkon dies.



▪ short story;;
They say he lived by the sea. In a cave, dripping with seaweed, deep in the recesses. They say they could hear his voice, lamenting his loneliness to the bats that hung from the rotted roof, crooning a sad song that lost itself among the rushing of the waves. But they also said, that when the tide came in, he swam to shore, and searched among the rock pools for the prettiest shell or pebble- and would lay it in the most peculiar places. They must have meant something to him, for his placing of the objects was very precise. People would trip on a spiralling conch shell and say ‘it’s the sea singer, putting out his rocks again.’

There were many stories behind Hasufel’s strange habits, and they were shared amongst the souls by the beach- each had their own fairytale, but when the Whelkon drifted past, not one stopped to ask him. Demons, they said. That sea singer’s a demon.
And he could hear all this; the rumours would echo in his cave at night. Oh, the nights. The long, sleepless nights. Sometimes, Hasufel would shift a boulder to lie against- in his mind, the cold, dead stone a warm body. One that nuzzled his ear, and whose tail entwined with his own. But he’d awake, and find no such thing.

It is morning now- or ‘mourning’. The desolate sea singer with a clam in his jaw, sets it down on the grass verge of a cliff. It was here that he and his lover first met. In each place he remembered his beloved, he would place a single momento- like flowers on a grave.

Then away he would drift, a phantom, with a whisper of “Goodbye.”

▪ why I want this Whelkon;;
Oh my goodness, I swear I couldn’t stop staring at him. I just connected instantly with Hasufel- it was like we were in tune with each other. I understood him, and his story just came to me, like in one of the songs he sings. I love every single thing about him; he’s perfect. So, so perfect. If I was lucky enough to have him, he would have a post on the first page of my character thread [only treasured characters make the first page], and he would get regular art- weekly, if not daily. I can barely get my words out here! I simply adore him. I believe we connected at first sight, and would be the happiest person out there if he was mine.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.
-H.P Lovecraft.

Art is pending- I have ordered some from a shop, so it should be ready soon <3

[LadyCrowsong]

[center]Another favourite of mine <3
Such dark eerie colors but he still keeps that gentle smile n.n
Reminds me of midnight... I can't help but love him.
Oh look at those swirls.
You better blow me away guys c:<

I think we have the same tastes then because I believe one of the boys I put in for you wrote as one of your favorites too.
I love how he looks...but I've already tried for two guys and I don't know if I wanna try or not for another...

Besides, he already has other lovers... hmm...

Why do you make so many beauties and then limit us to three!?

[wind song]

Haha we do! :'B Awesome.
And I don't even know v.v
I tried to have a variety for everyone I guess :'P
You'll be okay c: Heh.

[charmens]

▪ Username:

Charmens

▪ Whelkon Name:

Hilasr

▪ History :

when he was little and new to the world he questioned everything. that eventually led to his small group being hunted down again. he learned from that experience and now teacher the young ones tough love. he never wanted them to make the same mistake but some still rebelled against the ancient laws. it broke his iron heart every time they ran off. he knew when he was little he had gotten lucky, but these kids wouldn't have it as easy as the humans developed better hunting gear. Once he had raced after them and watched the hunters corner them, then cast a net. probably a humans new pet. he shutters to thing of it. in the last 20 years alone more and more young after seeing a human try to take them on or try to reason with them. humans cant be reasoned with. he now lives in a large hallowed out tree where he teaches others from time to time.he often cant sleep at night but what helps him through his torment? his humor. he often flirts with the ladys around the village and turns everything into a joke.

▪ Personality (About 200 words):

he is secretly tortured by what he has seen but doesn't let it get the best of him, he looks forward to a better tomorrow. many other elders dislike his disposition, saying he jokes around to much and doesn't take anything seriously. for the most part he really doesnt. he has seen so much doom and gloom, he wants to change that. teaching the others will help to put a stop to it, then so be it. he is very outgoing and loud, kind of like a play boy at times. he likes to hit on the ladies, but they usually turn him down. he never really means it, its just all in good fun. the older females know he doesn't mean it and usually tease him about it. he believes if you live long and safe, you aren't living at all, life is meant for risks. though all his playing and joking around, he sleeps alone in his tree. he likes it that way, a place where he is safe from everything and everyone. he doesn't trust very easily, he usually ends up looking over protective to his students. he is always there for them.

▪ Art or Poem:
(doing more) XD

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):

the wind carried a soft cry past the Whelkon's ears. Hilasr got up from his bush only to have his mother hush him and push him down.
"Quiet son, that is the sound of a human child. it calls to the men with stick and claws." his mother hushed at him. Still he was curious. he decided to wait till morning to go look for the child. to the east he ventured, drawing a path from memory. then he heard it again, this time it sounded higher pitched. he galloped toward it as fast as he could. instead of a human he found a box. it hadn't been there a year before. it was tall and had a pointed part in the middle. warmth seemed to glow from the outside. his instincts told him to run, be he was curious. what did the thing we fear look like? why did it cry? did it not have everything already?
he looked inside the window and saw it, for the first time in his life. these are what they were scared of?? the monkeys? he did a little bitter laugh. stupid monkeys.
then he heard the faint cry again. it wasn't coming from the cabin. He walked towards it confidently. they were weak and defenseless. then he saw her. she was smaller than the others, her hair curled over her shoulders. she looked up at him with her dirt covered face. he felt compassion for the little monkey. he picked it up and carried it back to the cabin.
the humans ran out with spears and claws. he dropped the child and ran back to the comfort of the trees. he heard them chasing. he ran and ran until he was safe at home. "i'm sorry mother." was all he said

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
i love the color and the look of it over all, i also live the whole idea and history of the Whelkon. very touching and id love to see how the story plays out

[stocking]

are there any more pets left