[wind song]

. . .

''Silence.

I could say I miss it, but I've never really known the true sound of silence.

I've lived in the city for as long as I can remember and I've grown to love this way of life.
The humans are used to me and strangely no one has tried to touch or capture me, just yet.

My whole family has seemed to vanish, my brightest and most vivid memory is opening my eyes, staring down at my snow white shaky legs while laying on the concrete. Where did everyone go?
It's true our coats are influenced by our surroundings, once such a pure white welk, my body seems to be stained in this dirty steel color.
The color of the unknown, cold cold metal, human-made ugly buildings.
I don't belong here, I know.

Every loud, grey day, I walk these streets and wonder where my place is?
I've heard about the forest, wide open meadows where my kind roam. A few relatives have stumbled upon me here in secret and in fear. I barely remember my own language.
I understand the humans well, the variety in their tones and pitch is almost funny.
They make cruel remarks and think this stupid creature won't understand them.

I've lost my sacred nature, I'm as good as a homeles dog to this city.

So what should I do?
Truthfully I'm embarrassed to go live in the forest. Would everyone accept me?

I've heard too much of their human ways, the growl of cars, machines and harsh greedy voices.
Will I recognise the chirping of a bird?..''


. . .

Here he is <3
The 100th whelkon finally.

His coat is truly influenced by the city, it seems it's soaked in the fake city and car lights around him and they've somehow made his markings glow.
It must also be the air that's developed a strange pigment in his coat, and this is the formation of the swirls on his tail and legs. A whelkom with so many swirls has never been seen before and is somehow frowned upon, as if it's fake or unnatural.
Which it may be, but you decide.

Some people of the city call him their 'guardian angel', the wing like markings on his shoulder symbolize this.
Also notice the marking under his eye, you could almost mistake it for a tear.


Important!
Now, to get this very special guy you need to fill out the following form.
End date will depend on the amount of quality forms.
Please read all of this to have a chance of winning.

You can post a WIP form, but only if you think you're going to complete it.

All work must be your own, apart from the art which you are allowed to order. But this may decrease your chances unless its mind blowing.
3 pieces of art maximum and quality over quantity.
The writting part of this cannot be longer than 1000-1200 words. (This does not count in any extra work, poems etc you add).
And you must write a story which shows his decision of either staying in the city or going to the forest. You can expand on this greatly and be as creative as you can!

You are also allowed to add anything else 'arty' to the form.
A photograph, a poem, a song to describe him and his history or future.
DONT OVERDO IT.

You can format the form slightly, but keep it readable, and only dark shades of color! Nothing eye hurting or too fancy.
Keep it subtle!

I want your form to reflect his personality, history and future as a whole. Make him shine, so that it's almost like he's real to you and to me too </3

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▪ Username:
▪ Whelkon Name:
▪ Why you chose this name:
▪ Story:
▪ Art:

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▪ Gender: You choose
▪ Age: 30
▪ Rarity: Unknown



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Best of luck!

[Quitting CS...]

Ooooh, do I see glowing jewelery? 8D

*Auto stalk enabled*

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Eeep! Excited!

[-Firesong-]

You can bet that I will be trying out for this. As long as it doesn't include art because my computer cannot handle that.

I am so freaking excited.

[midnight133]

Awesome can't wait to see him/her
▪ Username: midnight133
▪ Whelkon Name: Verloren (lost in German)
▪ Why you chose this name: I choose this
s name because he is lost, he is a stranger in this land. It also represents his mental state, he is alone, not sure what to do with himself the only thing he remembers from his family was this word being shouted, he assumes its his name.
▪ Story:
Verloren looked towards the woods and sighed, today was his birthday. Another year older and still in the same place...
He whispered his name 'Verloren' was this his name? Or was it just the cries of his family be torn from him? These are the questions he's been asking himself ever since he could remember. 'Why is my life so repetitive?' He said out Loyd there was a sarcastic note in his voice, deep down he knew the answer, its because he's to scared to leave, scared that he will be an intruder in his own world. 'You see the problem is Verloren, you've become accustom to this way of life' talking to him self, this had helped him through the years of loneliness he has lived through. He didn't want to stay this was but he feared he was destined for it.
He walked, and walked. It had been a tradition of his to explore a new bit of the city every birthday, and as the city was always growing it wasn't hard. He walked for hours, he realised that he was lost. But it didn't feel like it. I mean he had no idea where he was but it felt familiar. He came to a park. He stopped suddenly,
*Two Welkons, one female one male. The female lay him down gentally in the base of a tree. Humans, vivid colours, blurred vision, loud noises, the screams of his parents...
'We love you, always remember, Verloren!'*
Verloren shook violently, he shuddered at the memory. He had a flashback once before, it was never this terrifying though. He ran as fast as he could, not looking where he was going just running. Trying to forget, trying to forget. But he didn't want to forget. The first and last thing his parents said to him stuck in his mind, 'We love you' He found himself at the base of a tree, with those three words playing over and over in his head.
'This is either one hell if a strange dream or a wild coincidence... Anyway what is this place?' He looked around he was on the outskirts of town, where he had waited here for months for his parents to return, he nearly starved when they didn't, in the end a feral dog found him and took him into the city centre were the feasted on the left overs. Some of the happiest days were with 'Meg' sadly she passed away about 20 years ago.
'Humans, the laziest most wasteful creatures on earth, if it wasn't for there brains they would of died out century's ago'. He remembered Meg saying this often, about twice a day if he remembered rightly.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, he ignored it. He often saw humans but he knew none would dare approach him. He had always been intrested in there behaviour, he watched from a distance but over the years has learned alot about the reasons behind their actions.
The movement flashed past him again, what ever that was it was beginning to get on his nerves. He spun round hald ecpecting to see pest control. But he was shocked, it was.a animal that looked similar to him... he thought it was another flasback but it couldn't be, it was too real for that. He paused what should he do? He doubted he could remember their language, but he couldn't just stand here silent. For the first time he had a chance to talk to his own people. 'Hello' he stuttered, what if the stranger didn't speak the same language and he just stood their grinning like an idiot...
'Hello, you don't recognise me do you?' Sighed the stranger.
'Sorry, no....Why would I?' Verloren Answer cautiously, he was confused, he had been alone his whole life and all of a sudden a complete stranger was asking him if he remembered them. He didn't want to fall in if this was a trap. He must tread carefully.
'Actually come to think if it you wouldn't would you.....' the stranger trailed off.
'Sorry who are you?' Asked Verloren, this guy seemed fairly familiar.
'I'm your Uncle, where are your parents?'
The memories flashed by one by one, and a fresh wave of pain seized hold of Verloren.
'Their dead'
There was a long pause. Time stood still and everything came to a standstill.
Some where in the distance a siren blarred.
An uncomftable few moments passed before the stranger spoke.
He choked, 'When?' He seemed to chew the words before he could spit them out.
'About a week after we came here. Murdered..... I was young, very young....'
'So you've been alone ever since.....' there was a pause. Somewhere in the distance there were shouts. Verloren looked away, 'Yeah, alone. Its not so bad really... I guess.'
Streaks of light signaled the approach of dawn. Verloren looked up at his Uncle.
'It's funny'. He said, 'Just this morning I was thinking how ironic it was...' He trailed off. 'I was thinking of going to the woods, to see if I could find someone else like me. But then again I think that every year and do nothing, I'm just a coward. I thought that I would just be an outsider, either that or I would end up getting killed because I don't know how to behave..' he sighed. His Uncle looked at him, his eyes studying Verloren. 'I don't think anyone would want to kill you... And even if they did they'd have a hard job, you look quite tough for a "townie" ' He chuckled to himself softly. 'You should come, there is a small group of us on the outskirts, we can teach you everything you need to know.' Verloren looked at his Uncle, he desperately wanted to go but something was holding him back. Then Meg's words came back to him, 'You see Ver, that little niggling voice in the back of your head? That my boy is a curse and a blessing. You can miss the best opportunities because of it and spend the rest of your life regretting it, just remember you're going to die anyway so you might as well chase that opportunity and grab hold of it hard, and don't let go.'

▪ Art: still a wip but so far
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[Flowerdust]

Ohh my glob I can`t wait

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I just realized that I don't see any markings....

[Quitting CS...]

I just realized that I don't see any markings....

Probably coming later, at least I think so. ^^

[-Firesong-]

I just realized that I don't see any markings....

Oh! That's probably it.
For the WME's {Wild Mountain Equids} the 400th equid didn't have quipping like all the other equids do.

[rabbit...]

That's mind blowing! It's beautiful!