[wind song]

▪ ▪Congratulations▪ ▪
ɾïṿεṉḋεll

A truly lovely form <'3
Adored the short story and the song goes so wll with it n.n

▪ ▪Profile▪ ▪
▪ Owner: ɾïṿεṉḋεll
▪ Name: Terro Incognito
▪ Gender: Male
▪ Age: 35
▪ Rarity: Very Common

▪ ▪Form▪ ▪

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

Good luck :3

[.siren]

▪ Username: WolfsoftheAbyss
▪ Whelkon Name: Shattered Echo
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified): The rain poured down softly as Shattered Echo walked, his earthy colored pelt a deeper shade. He lifted his head to the sky, looking up at the dark gray clouds that loomed over head. He wished it would be sunny again, but it was like all bright and happiness had been washed out of him, he lost his only friend. He had found her dead this morning. Now that he remembered that, he wished the rain would steady fall.
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): I think it would be cool to have him. Plus he's cute :3.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

▪ Username:
The Maurader's Map
▪ Whelkon Name:
Terro Incognito
Meaning: Earth in Disguise
{It really would be Terra, but that's a girl's name x3}
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
The man reached a bone-white, skeletal hand through the flap of canvas that shielded the tent from the elements. He had heard that they had Whelkon

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children and your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your loving behind you
Can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
‘Cause here they come

And I never wanted
Anything from you
Except everything you had
And what was left after that too

here, and the man was intent on capturing one. Oh, the price he could get on their fur! His fingers closed around the small wooden frame, and the man – Darke – snatched his arm away, the picture still clenched in his long, pale fingers. In the rain, he shoved the image and its frame roughly under his long black billowing cloak before dashing into the forest, where he stopped to look at the precious thing.
It was a creature. A creature called a Whelkon. That was the one. Darke knew it. He had to begin the hunt. And with an ominous swish of his cloak, Darke vanished into the brewing storm.
Terro sprinted through the forest. His breath came in ragged gasps, punctured by the sharp clops of his feet hitting the compacted earth. All he knew was that the man was hunting him. Hounds bayed for his blood, and somewhere behind them was their master, equally bloodthirsty. He would capture and kill Terro, take his pelt and leave. The Whelkon would much rather have any other human try and capture him, he had heard of the human’s first visit, and now they were back, but they were peaceful. This one wasn’t.
Terro ran and ran, and saw through a gap in the foliage the hounds. Then, without warning, the ground was ripped out from under his feet and he was tumbling through the air. Landing harshly on his back, Terro skidded down the gentle slope, coming to rest in a clearing. The humans gathered around, muttering. Everything went black, but in the back of his mind, Terro knew that they could save him, hopefully.
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Very Commons need some love too! I feel that everyone wants the Rares and Very Rares, but the Uncommons, Commons, and Very Commons get shunted to the side too, even though their coats are just as beautiful, and sometimes even more so. When I saw this gorgeous boy, I knew that I absoloutly loved him, though when I saw his rarity tag, I fell even more in love with him. He's just perfect :3

[troblsomtwins829]

▪ Username: troblsomtwins829
▪ Whelkon Name: Itnaut (eet-na-oot)
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified): Itnaut lifted his head. There were dogs and hunters nearby, eagerly awaiting the kill, they were far away; but at their pace, it wouldn't be long before they caught up. Itnaut began to trot hastenly towards the river.
"Thar it is!" a cry came from the cliffs above, along with the loud shriek of guns. Itnaut took off, past the stream following it as bullets flew by, a few hit and caused great pain. But he didn't stop.
This new threat of hunters was making it harder to survive, each day, Itnaut feared they would find and take him for their own. He lay there under the shelter of a rock and closed his eyes, praying that he may live, yet knowing he may not.
A husky started picking up the pace; he sensed and smelled something in the air. "What is it Forlan?" the girl asked.
Forlan began to run, he'd found a fresh scent of blood on the air. Whatever it was, was badly hurt.
Itnaut heard the barks and briefly opened his eyes, he looked at the creature, built and bred as a fighting blood hound, yet acting like an excited young pup. He heard a young voice soon after. the dog backed away so that his master could enter. Itnaut saw the arrow in place for a kill and he felt ready, after the arrow, came a thin frame and young face of a girl.
The girl stared for a moment, then quickly de-bunked her arrow and set down the bow. She dug through her pockets for bandages, and knelt down by Itnaut and whispered calmly, "It's alright, I won’t hurt ya." she began putting the ointment on the wounds and neatly wrapping the bandages. Itnaut began to feel calmer and calmer, and soon fell asleep.

~Fin~
:3 hope ya liked it!

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): I've quickly grown an affection for this species simply for their elegance. I'd be honored to adopt one, and would be certain to draw him or her in the most comfortable environment. Fields, forests, and even mountains will be theirs to roam as they please.

(Wait, wait, question, is it a maximum 300 words? or it that the least we're allowed to put? I can paraphrase it if the story's too long)
(edit: made it shorter if I get to draw him, then I'm gonna put the full story in there. if you'd like to read the whole thing, it's 1,340 words, and I can PM it to you, but I'll save it for later )

[wind song]

Bump

[troblsomtwins829]

aw..
oh well, there's sure to be many more, correct? congrats, person-who's-user-I-cannot-spell!

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

I won? ouo
Thank you so much! <3
I loved your story by the way, troblsomtwins829. It was very cool c: