[Shiko Hayashi]

▪ Username: Shiko Hayashi
▪ Whelkon Name: Mihkael
▪ Art and/or Poem
Far away
In the snow capped plain
With antlers high
And chest bared with pride
A beast of majesty
Danced that night
Without a single stray thought
Of when dawn was nigh

For that night of nights
Was the twilight's fright
It would prove to all
Who truly was right
For a beast like no other
Danced with all his might
Beneath the blood red moon
And the starlit night

I can't help but wonder
What he did asunder
Beneath that twilight light
For a dance he played
And a play he danced
And he cared little
For those around him

For it was his dance
And his alone
A dance of the beast
So majestic and bold
He was swift and light
And hard and cold
But he was brave and powerful
Against times of old

And far away
In the snow capped plain
With antlers high
And chest bared with pride
A beast of majesty
Danced that night
Without a single stray thought
Of when dawn was nigh

▪ Short Story (400 words max or disqualified)

He stared down at the land before him, his breath heavy in the cold air that surrounded him. His golden horns glistened within the light, the lace swaying in tune to the light breeze that enveloped him. His silver fur, not unlike the snow beneath his hooves, glistened with the early morning dew. Today would be the day. The day he finally ventured down from his barren home and into the teeming forest that echoed with life, so high into the sky.
He took a deep breath and, with reluctance, turned away from the sight, carefully heading down the steep slope of the mountain and stopping at a large shelf. Within that shelf there was a cave, and within the cave was his home.
He sighed, staring with a certain fondness at the articles within the cave. Shattered glass hung from the ceiling, spinning almost lazily with the rare draft that entered the cavern. A large bed made of feathers and moss resided in one corner, tucked safely away from the wet little pool that formed in the dip of the floor. Truly, it was a lucky find.
Unfortunately, he would have to leave it all behind. Save the fur on his back, he would be unable to carry anything down the deadly mountain pass. Sighing again, he began to pack his stuff, moving it towards the back of the cavern. Where no one would see it should they manage to make it this far up the mountain. Once he was completed with that task, he lapped up a bit of the water and headed out of the cave once more. Taking a deep, lasting breath of the clean mountain air, he began to descend.
It was a tricky business, climbing up a mountain. Even trickier to climb down. And yet he managed it with ease, occasionally stopping to ponder his path. It was almost as if the Mountain was helping him in his quest.

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): Well, besides the fact that I am quite thrilled by his color combination (very nicely done by the way) I also rather enjoy the species. I would love to be a part of it, and I think I would love to become so through him.

[Poison Wolf]

▪ Username: OldSchoolPokemon

▪ Whelkon Name: Liath

▪ Art and/or Poem:

A breath long ago,
Of life and love,
A lonely child's cry,
I heard that siren call,
A risk I know I took,
But so I went,
And saved a life,
To be repaid in misery,
For a human's greedy heart,
My land and family he stole,
When love became,
Betrayal.

▪ Short Story (400 words max or disqualified):
Liath's mother died almost when he was a year old, so his father took him early. Grieving made him desperate, so when a young human male fell out of a tree near him, he saved it and helped it heal. He thought the boy loved him, until he betrayed him when he returned it to his father and they to capture him with nets and guns. He escaped, and never helped another human for 57 years. He loves his father very much, even though he is very old now and Liath know he'll die soon. He hopes to get a loving Whelkan someday and raise his own Welks.

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Honestly, I saw people advertising these but I didn't really think much about them. Then I just got curious and clicked. I was going through the designs thinking that they were really pretty, maybe I should go for one and then I saw him up for adoption and I died a little. He's so beautiful I had to try, so I read up on the Whelkon species and decided I'd give it a shot. I hope my form is good enough for him but I really doubt it, especially since I'm first time trying out for a very rare...

Well, best of luck and congrats to whoever gets him, it's a cool species one of the best or at least the most thought out I've seen on CS. Oh, and sorry my poem doesn't rhyme. ^^;

[ғlιcĸer]

▪ Username: Insanity's End
▪ Whelkon Name: Cornelius (Named after Yukon Cornelius in Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, with his song "Silver and Gold")
▪ Art and/or Poem:

Beautiful Serenity,
my land,
my wonderful grounds.
Protector of it,
I will reign,
Formidable and sound.

Creatures live,
Peacefully,
Protected in this world.
Their lives each
Beautiful,
In this serenity.

Odors came,
And forests went,
Our land disappearing.
Creatures cried,
We were defeated,
Our sweetness forever gone.

Now we return,
Ashes gone,
Bringing back the peace.
Each life sacred,
Each love adoring,
Each a personal retreat.

▪ Short Story: "The lustful scent of a pine forest in the middle of the winter encased the two Whelkon that roamed with each other, their bodies moving swiftly in a beautiful manner with nothing stopping them, no pending presence that could pounce out at any moment. Their bodies moved in unison, and it seemed as though they were playing with each other, as though they had known each other for a long time, and that this was their normal ritual that encased them day after day. And it was what happened, that was my life, until the humans came once more. They couldn't leave us alone, not for five seconds of our life." A bold creature stood before you, its large body holding silvers and golds that gave it a beauty. It shook its head, then continued, "We were just wandering around, when we noticed something unnatural, and at once we began running. It was simply our nature to run like this, but she got snared... She got snared in one of the horrible traps that the humans left. Her fore hoof driving into the ground in such dexterity, only to get yanked backwards by the tightening force of a rope. It flung her over in momentum, pushing her to land on her face in the cold blanket that rested atop the earthen ground. Snow clotted in her fur, and a single tear began to drip from her eye, as she new she would not be getting away from this. I slowly walked towards her, and laid beside her until I could hear the humans. She told me to go, told me that it was better for one of us to survive... and so I left. It was her last wish. And so I returned back to the herd were we resided, my eyes watering, yet my head still raised in pride. The healer, at once, needed to be healed. They questioned me, why we had been so long, and where she was, where my dearest love had gone. I couldn't lie, but I couldn't bare to say it. I just shook my head and moved off to the very side of the land. That is why I've always found a way to hate humans, they took my one reason to go on away. my one, dearest, love, that I will never have again."

392 words and counting.

▪ Why you want this Whelkon: I would like this beautiful Whelkon for simply that, it's beauty. Its wondrous amount of glamor is simply undefinable, and I'd love to adopt it into my family of characters for just that. I wont lie.