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name;
Calix
It means 'Chalice'.

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gender;
male
couldn't think of him as anything else >u<

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age;
currently he is about 27.

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personality;
some things may make more sense if you read the history first ;3
Calix talks in crimson!~
protective || trustworthy || troubled || low || sweet || easily embarrassed

personal. Calix is always trying to help those he loves; he'll do anything for them. Sometimes this can get him in to trouble, especially when he acts like an idiot trying to help someone who obviously doesn't want his help. Excuse me!? What do you mean, 'those who don't want it'! Who doesn't want a little bit of help every now and then? This makes him a very trustworthy and secretive person; if you open up to him, he will never tell anyone else. Like ever. He hasn't found a single, legitimate reason to tell a secret since Leo came along, and probably never will. But please, I don't like lugging around everyone's secrets. I really don't need to know... Sadly, Calix is also very troubled; he is usually a very honest and coming-clean person, but because of Corrie he has many insecurities and sees himself as a bad person at times... but could never actually tell her about her past. Please don't talk about that >n< This makes him a pretty upset, low, and depressed person most of the time. It's hard to make him laugh, but I know this one trick to make him- SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Well anyways, despite all this once you get to know Calix he is the sweetest thing ever. I mean like, ever. He'll do anything for you. Once he even baked me- Ara, please, too much information! But sadly he's a bit self-conscious... if you haven't noticed that yet.

story;
( Corrie is my JMD ;3 I included her so that, if I win, they'll have an amazing relationship<33 )

Stepping off the bus in the deepening twilight, Calix looked around nervously. The driver had just told him that he had passed his stop already and unless he’d like to stay on the bus for another hour or so, he’d have to get off now.

Or in the bus driver’s words; “If ye’ wud ge off now, ‘r e’ll add ‘nother hour to ye’ fair!”

Calix had trudged off the bus quickly, dropping a handful of crumpled one-dollars delicately in the outstretched hand, not wanting to touch the greasy, oiled palms of the old man. He now stood, staring out into the empty streets and listening to the retreating bus. There wasn’t a lit lightpost anywhere around, only down the street aways towards the direction of his house.

The clattering sound, perhaps of a tin can, echoed throughout the streets. Normally he would of disregarded the sound; it was rather normal, the kids of his neighorhood loved to play kick the can and other games like that and the sounds he would hear from his window would meld into his daily life. Not really interested in finding out what caused the disturbing sound, Calix backed up into the large warehouse he’d always wondered about- it had gone unused for years and it hadn’t been bulldozed.

The light flick of a shadow in the moonlight convinced him to step into the empty building. It was immediately pitch black except for the light that filtered through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating the grotesque scene. The first thing Calix noticed was the horrid amount of twisted, broken skeletons littering the area; from the shape of the skulls it was obvious he was walking in a graveyard of his own. He nearly yelped out in fear, but the moment he opened his mouth the horrid scent of the bodies that had not yet deteriorated. Gagging, he covered his mouth with his jacket and moved to leave.

“Leaving so sooooon?! Most stay for a whiiiiilllle... Corrigan over heeerrrreeee’s been over for a couple of yearssss, actually.” the eerie voice sounded like a snake, the hissing accents putting an emphasis on the vowels. He could hear the shuffling of bones as they’re pushed to the side, clattering against each other. Calix whirled around, pushing his back against the wall; his paw felt for the door with no evail.

“He-hello?” Calix croaked, the fear obvious in his voice.
“Oh don’t worryyyyyy, chiiiiilllld. I’m againsssttttt harminggg the chiiilldreeeennn.” the voice hissed, distinctly male. “But that doesn’t mean you can leavveeeeee, younnnngggg oneeee.”

Nodding hurriedly, Calix shuffled towards the door nonetheless. “I’d s-stay... but I think I... I... I- I....” he groaned inwardly, the scent of his fear clear in the air.

“Be QUIEEEETTTTTTT!” the figure hissed. “Youuuuur not leaaavvvinnnggg until I sayyyy so, CHILLLLDDD!” it screeched at him. As the figure moved closer he saw, to his horror, it was another dragon.

“Weeelllccommeeee to my aboodee.” the dragon hissed, it’s wings spread out behind him as it approached. “Normmallyyy, you’dd beeee deaddddd by nowwwww, but I have a ruulleee withhh chillddreennn.” By now they were face-to-face. The dragon moved his snout to Calix’s ear, whispering.

“They donnn’ttttt tasstteee righhhhtttt.” The warm, moist air from his mouth blew over Calix’s face, he could tast the gore and blood like a metallic sheild that slammed against him. He fought over the urge to faint; fainting, no doubt, would give the cannibal the chance to do anything, anything at all to him. He flinched away at the dragons word’s and closed his eyes in disgust.
Pulling away, he backed off from the dragon. “Ple-please!” he begged, seeing the glint of malice in the... the... the creatures eyes. He didn’t dare call the thing a JMD, it wasn’t... right.

“Diddn’ttt I telll youuuu? Theyy don’t tassssteeee RIIGHHTTT!” Calix flinched as the thing raised it’s voice. “Fiiinnneee thhennn.... leeeaavveeeee. I guessss youuuu didn’tt notttiicceee one, smallll detailll.” The cannibal looked at him, a crooked smile on his bloodied face. Calix’s eyes flitted across the room, not wanting to see the gore and horrors in the room but wondering what the creature meant.

“Nottt at yourrr surrounnddinnggssss chillldddd, but at meeeeee.” Reluctantly, Calix rested his eyes on the deranged thing before him. Only then did he notice. A small, wiggling bundle strapped to the back of the creature; a soft, blood splattered pink cloth, and Calix looked at the cannibalistic creature disbelievingly. The cloth was embroidered, with love no doubt, to say ‘Corwenna.’
“Y-you... you’re... you’re a father?” he said, quietly, not believing it.

The thing... the JMD... it’s eyes softened, and as he unstrapped the bundle from his back, he looked at it with the love Calix could never believe could come from such a being.

“Her... her mother would never let her stay with me... she would want her to live a normal life...” he looked down, obviously ashamed. “The little girl has seen enough gore for the rest of her life, and shouldn’t grow up isolated from society like this...” he shuddered. “I’d be a horrible father to keep her here... to raise her like, like me...” he looked to Calix with a sad, restless look; like a beaten man, looking to his jailkeeper. “Please...” His hiss, probably for show, was gone. He came fowards to Calix and dropped the bundle right before him.

Calix looked at the pitiful little wrapping of cloth... a corner came undone as it was placed delicately on the bleached floor, and an adorable little snout poked through the folds. Tiny little giggles erupted from the bundle, an Calix couldn’t help but laughing softly at the little girl’s spirit. Facing the cannibal, he nodded.

“Thank you, young man... your name?” the dragon asked, stumbling into a skeleton as he tried to look closer at his little daughter. Calix caught the man with his paws, surprising himself; he never expected to care about the cannibalistic dragon. The thing smiled at him, but not in the malicing way before; this was a friendly smile that Calix returned, albeit a bit dimmed though.
“I’m Calix... who may you be?” he asked in return, wondering aloud.

“I probably shouldn’t say... but you can call me Leo. Would I be able to see her sometimes?” he asked, picking himself up.
“I don’t think that would be best... you know, since you’re a cannibal an all...” he wondered what had urged Leo to be all horrific and such before. “But if you come over, at night, to my home... I’ll tell you how she’s going.” he realized he’d probably have to give Leo his address, and internally slapped himself for offering up the information.

“No, you probably aren’t comfortable with that anyways... I’ll look from afar. But if you hurt her-“ Leo looked at him with a fire, one that burned into Calix’s vision and left him with a clear warning.

“O-of course, I could never think of harming her!” Calix’s fear bloomed internally, and he scooped the child up softly as if looking only to hold something. Leo’s features softened and he motioned to the door.

“You better go, someone could be waiting for you.” he said, leading Calix to the door. Calix held the bundle delicately in his jaws, stepping lightly. He would say something except for the baby in his mouth, so he just nodded and said what he could with his eyes.
“And... please... don’t tell anyone about, err, this.” Leo motioned to the horrific warehouse he called home. “I feel horrible for saying this, but I don’t want to have to hurt the people you love... because someday, my Corrie will love them too.” Leo melted into the shadows then, silently, like a ghost. Calix was alone on the street, convinced that he would never tell anyone. And he realized then that it would take a lot more than willpower to never spill this secret... especially if something happened to, per say, someone he knew.

He padded down the street with his precious charge in the direction of his house, he wondered how he would keep the child- Corwenna- he corrected himself- a secret from his parents but still let her go to school and have friends. Friends would be easy, but school... that would be hard.

What did I just get myself into? Calix was a straight-A student, one who knew all of his teachers personally. His school had limited staff; you stayed with the same teacher all throughout elementary, and got a new one in Middle school and another in Highschool, with limited classes otherwise. His parents had sent him to a private college, and he’d seen how much that would cost. He groaned as he realized he’d probably have to take that job at the icecream stand his friend had offered him, to start saving for this little girl. He almost considered putting the child in the system when a soft paw batted his nose. Giggles erupted from the bundle and Calix couldn’t help laughing through the cloth in his mouth.

Calix approached his house when the idea sprung in his head. It was about 8 o’clock, meaning he had been in the warehouse for about an hour. Flipping on his cell-phone, he speed-dialed his friend, Sarah, hoping she’d be willing to teach little Corwenna how to read and write during her free time. He knew it would take a lot of her free time and dedication so it was a long shot; he was glad that she was a super close friend of his, and had a lot of private tutors. She was super nice so most likely she would be willing to let the girl slip in on her tutoring classes.

Again his mind slipped to Leo; it had turned his point of view on, eh, criminals of late. All of them had families and people they loved; he tried to dispell the images of skeletons in his head as the resurface in his mind. He decided that, to keep Corwenna the happy little girl she was then, in that little pink, blood splattered bundle, he would never tell her about her father. He would say she was found on the side of the road or something. Something less painful, but not a total lie; she could never believe that she was actually related to him, it would break her heart horribly when the truth came out. But the innocent little girl in his bundle should never have to think that she is changed because she’s the spawn of a cannibalistic serial killer... he shuddered.
“Hello?” Sarah had picked up, at just the right time.

“Oh, hey Sarah... I kinda have a problem, can I meet you at your house?” Calix said quickly, stuttering a bit. He was already heading over to her house right then, whether or not she said yeah. “Oh, just forget it I’m coming over anyways.” he muttered, closing the phone.

“Um... okay.” said Sarah, to the dead phone.

Calix knocked on her door, pounding a bit harder than he meant to. Sarah opened with a rush.

“What’s going o- What is that?” Sarah was all eyes for Corwenna, even though she couldn’t see the little baby only the wiggling bundle. Calix pushed past her and up the stairs, into her room, Sarah on his heels. When he got into her room, he set the bundle on his bed and undid the folds, snuggling the little baby and making her giggle again.

“Where in the world did you get that!?” Sarah asked in surprise, keeping her voice down so the rest of her family wouldn’t hear.
“And why did you bring it here!?” she added.

“I need you to get her tutored somehow. You’re the only person who knows I have her, so shush. And I need you to help me figure out where I’m going to keep her.” he said swiftly. “Her name is Corwenna.”

Sarah looked at him in alarm at first, but softened when he heard the girl’s name. “You’ll be Calix’s little Corrie, won’t you hunny?” she said, nuzzling the girl. “Don’t worry she can have my neice’s old crib, and I can keep her in the closet.” she said, winking.

“The closet? Are you kidding me?!” Calix shouted, remembering to lower his voice after. “That’s abuse! She needs 24 hour care!” he whispered angrily. Sarah just rolled her eyes and went to her closet, opening it. I had forgotten she was rich because it was huge.

The closet, literally, could fit both of them and the baby with like 4 feet between.

“So I see what you mean.” Calix muttered, defeated. “So where’s the crib?” he asked, tired and ready to go home before remembering his parents were on a year-long trip, they had left a week and a half or go. “If she’s staying here I’d like to stay with her.” he added, and Sarah nodded. “I’ll get some blankets and you two can stay in the guest room until we can get the crib down.” she led them to the guest room where Calix flunked down on the bed, curling around his precious charge.

“I’ll protect you, Corrie.” he whispered to the precious little girl snuggled to his side.

[hazelnut.]

Reserve if I have time. c:

[iShame]

I'll be helping to judge this beauty{Even though i wanted to try out for it myself once it was posted.} So, just because i really wanted to, i wrote a story about a tin can for your guys injoyment. You may not use any part of this in your form, at all. Simply just here to keep you guys entertained. <3

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The Tin Can

ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｍｅｅｔｉｎｇ

A New Friend.

© ~ iShame

There it lay, a rusted out item, one of such little value, no one would care to pick it up. Perhaps it once carried beans, or soup, or even perhaps an old item of importance. Many people would put items of little value inside of this item of little value; most did not care for the importance of the tim can. No one cared for such an item, often they were used in a game, walking down the street. "Lets play kick the can!" One would shout, and the onslaught of the tin can would assume until either the beings were bored, or the tin can was so battered it could no longer be kicked. But what about the tin can, how would it feel, . . does it feel, . . how would it feel? No one knows how the tin can would feel, and no one ever would; until now. The tin can's importance should ride above what it is! I will keep all of my most important items inside of such a lowly item, so it no longer feels as though it is useless. No, I will never change the ideals of tin can haters, not by myself, but with you, we can stop the slaughter of countless innocent tin cans. But only with your help. Today i've found myself a new friend, and hims name is Cann. He is my tin can friend; and i will never kick him.

[Rose63673]

gender ;I'm a male
age ;I'm an young adult lets just say that
personality ;
story (including her cloth, something demented, bones, and a tin can. be as creative as you'd like with this -- just dont make it too crazy!) ;
art (3 pieces maximum; one must be made by you, this is optional, but it does heighten your chances) ;

By me ,not me ,is me

By how much I read ,
it should define how quiet I am .
By what I read ,
it should tell me who I supposed to be .
By who my friends are ,
it should define my traits .
By how many friends I have ,
it should define my beauty .
By what State I live in ,
I should rejoice every year at the super bowl .

The things about me ,
Are just not meant to be ,
with my bright eyes ,
with my blond hair ,
these things about me ,
are just not meant to be .

I should be the smart one.
I should be the hero .
I should be the geek.
I should be ugly .
I should have a southern accent .

These things about me ,
are just not meant to be ,
with my honeyed voice ,
with my hardened side ,
these things about me ,
are just not meant to be .

But I'm not always the smart one .
But I'm not the Hero .
But I'm not a geek .
But I'm not ugly .
But my voice doesn't have that twang .

These things about me ,
are just meant to be ,
With my creative brain ,
With cowardly ways ,
These things about me ,
are just meant to be .

reserve

[foxxbreath]

Momma never told me how to love
Daddy never told me how to feel
Momma never told me how to touch
Daddy never showed me how to heal

Momma never set a good example
Daddy never help Momma's hand
Momma found everything hard to handle
Daddy never stood up like a man

I've walked around broken,
emotionally frozen
Gettin' it on, get it wrong

How do you love someone without
getting hurt
How do you love someone
Without crawling in the dark
So far in my life, clouds have
blocked the sun
How do you love, how do you
love someone
How do you love, how do you
love someone

I was always the chosen child
The biggest scandal I became
They told me I'd never survive
But survivle's my middle name

I've walked around hoping, just
barely coping
Gettin' it on, get it wrong

How do you love someone
without getting hurt
How do you love someone
Without crawling in the dark
So far in my life, clouds have
blocked the sun
How do you love, how do you
love someone
How do you love, how do you
love someone

It's hard to talk, to say what's
deep inside
It's hard to tell the truth, when
you've always lied

How do you love someone without
getting hurt
How do you love someone
Without crawling in the dark
So far in my life, clouds have
blocked the sun
How do you love, how do you
love someone

How do you love someone and
make it last
How do you love someone
Without trippin' on the past
So far in my life, clouds have
blocked the sun
How do you love, how do you
love someone
How do you love, how do you
love someone
Someone

Name;;
This lovely boy's name would be Damien.

Damien is of Greek Origin. It is actually spelled Damian,
but I personally found spelling it with an 'E' more appealing. It is
pronounced DAY-mee-an, and means 'Killer'. Another meaning
is 'to tame, subdue', though the Greek root is also close to
the word 'Spirit'
I really think this is a handsome name, and the meaning itself
fits what I have planned for this form perfectly.

As you'll read at the end of my form, I am not
trying for myself. I got permission from Lumpin(Link
to a screenshot of our conversation is also given
for proof) to try for a friend, and then if my form
wins gift it to them. <3

Gender;;
I know my friend would want her
first jewel to be female, but as she won her first today(July
20th), she now would like to win a male.

I myself see this JMD as a girl, but since
I will respect my friend and as this jewel would
go to her if I won, Damien is male. :3

I guess I can see him as male too, especially
for what I have planned.

Age;;
22
Hmm....I donna, but I just think 22 is a good age
for a young person. :3 And that way he could still
be considered a kid by some, but others would call
him an adult.

I donna, just my opinion. :3

Personality;;
WIP

The Assassin's Tale;;
Maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love?
WIP

Art;;
WIP


Lumpin said I could make a form for a friend, and then gift the jewel to them if I win. I have proof;

Screenshotted conversation

I hope this is okay ;v;
Nothing to say, nothing to do,
I’ve nothing to give,
I must leave without you.
"All my life I’ve been searching for distractions and you were the best distraction."

[Nutheart]

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name

Sayonara

gender

Female

age

21

personality

Sayonara is cold, silent, aggressive, and rude most of the time. However, sometimes, on her better days, she display some kindness and warmth and perhaps even smile a little These traits are echoes of her true self, trapped within. She'd been trapped ever since her accident. She cannot speak due to the fabric wound so tightly over her mouth, although sometimes she'll emit muffled yells or screams to communicate her feelings. She communicates through signing most of the time, although her favorite gesture is a very rude one. Very rarely will she resort to writing out what she's saying because she expects everyone to have enough knowledge to understand her signing. Which is untrue. Her personality could be a whole lot worse, but her brown jewel is almost constantly at work healing...herself. She doesn't even realize it's in use most of the time.

story

Sayonara was a very curious JMD, always poking her nose where it didn't belong. She loved collecting trinkets and beads of all kinds, and she strung herself in scavenged beads. One day, she was rumaging through a pile of junk in an alley when her paw brushed against a tin can.
"What's this?" she murmured, as the can felt oddly cold to the touch. She tried to open it for a few minutes, then kicked it away and went back to bead hunting. She found a gorgeous set of red fabrics and leg beads, just carelessly thrown away.
She nearly jumped when she heard a popping noise behind her while she was decking herself out in red cloth. A shadowy something was leaking out of the can she had kicked, through a hole blown in the lid. It slowly took on the shape of a JMD, minus the jewels, with glowing, pupilless red eyes.
Sayonara nervously approached, compelled by some invisible force.
"Hello," she whispered as the shadow dragon took a step towards her. It took the final piece of fabric she hadn't put on herself yet and held it up in front of her.
Her amber eyes rose to meet the glowing red ones of the shadow dragon as it remained stationary, holding the fabric up in front of her muzzle. All was still.
And then the dark face was suddenly broken by a fang-filled, dazzling white smile that appeared in the blink of an eye. The red eyes narrowed, and it moved like greased lightning, tying the fabric around her muzzle, painfully tight.
Sayonara let out a muffled scream, unable to open her mouth at all. The shadow slammed solid paws on her shoulders, forcing her to crumble to the ground, unable to resist.
The shadow dragon's smile got unnaturally wide, the fangs seeming more sharp by the minute. The wings snapped open, growing huge in a second. Sayonara felt like the energy was being drained from her. She was completely and utterly unable to move anymore.
The shadowy wings engulfed her entirely, and all she could see were two glowing red eyes and utter blackness. And then that horrible, glowing, sharp grin split the blackness.
You're mine now. Sayonara.
Sayonara was able to let out one last blood-curdling shriek, and then the world sorta...half-faded. She could still see, but through a blackened haze. She turned her head slightly and dully realized the brown jewel on her tail was glowing brightly now that ordeal was over. She struggled to stand up, still weak from what happened. Then she saw a dark blue, black and white JMD staring at her.
"You IDIOT!" he yelled, throwing up his paws in anger. "That was NOT yours! How dumb do you have to be...Now look what you've done!"
He was too angry to spit out one sentence at a time. Sayonara let out a low growl within her throat, narrowing her eyes as they slowly turned red, emitting a faint glow for a second. The intruding JMD ran up and slammed her with a right hook, sending her sprawling.
"Listen, moron!" he spat out for a moment before visibly forcing himself to calm down. "You've really fouled this up, but there is a way to fix this. You have to- WILL YOU LISTEN?"
Sayonara sprang to her feet quickly, eyes emitting a faint glow again as she rushed at the other dragon, whose name was Adrastos. Adros turned and swung his dead-jeweled tail, sending Sayonara stumbling for a brief moment. Then her brown jewels lit up very brightly, and her eyes returned to a more amber shade. Her eyes went wide in apparent fear and shock.
"Okay." Adros let out a faint growl, then massaged his temples for a moment before continuing. "The beads and fabric you put on were affected by a curse that tied them to a demon. Putting them on releases the demon and allows it to POSSESS you. And there's only one way to get the demon back in its can."
Sayonara sat in silence, glowering at him as she listened.
Adros sighed, then let out a humorless chuckle."You have to build a chimera skeleton out of lion, goat and snake bones. Body and one head of a lion, a goat head rising from the back, and a snake head for the tail. The chimera will spring to life and banish the demon to the nearest tin can, allowing you to remove the cursed artifacts and go back to normal. When you're done, find me and bring back the artifacts and can."
Without another word, Adrastos stalked off, muttering something about losing potential money and a demon-summoning kit.
Sayonara stood up, feeling icy cold all over, yet not shivering or actually cold.
Inside she felt a vague struggle in her head, and her brown jewels stayed perpetually lit up, working on healing...herself. It was the only reason she wasn't entirely possessed.
She walked off to begin her search for the necessary bones to build her chimera.
As she began her trek, she suddenly reached up and, with a few violent tugs, ripped off all her colorful bead necklaces, sending beads flying off torn strings and onto the pavement. Her eyes stayed a lovely deep red as she stalked off, wearing only the cursed beads and leaving a beady mess for someone else to clean up.
She had far bigger problems.

art

By Me
By Me
By Daring

[ADVENDIR »]

name ;
gender ;
age ;
personality ;
story (including her cloth, something demented, bones, and a tin can. be as creative as you'd like with this -- just dont make it too crazy!) ;
art (3 pieces maximum; one must be made by you, this is optional, but it does heighten your chances) ;

wip

[jayus]

{{Name?

Tayce Shyloe. Tayce is a French name meaning silent, while Shyloe is an Amercian name meaning shy.}}

{{Gender?

Female.}}

{{Age?

Fifteen (15) years of age. }}

{{Personality?

{{Curious}{Doubting}{Mischievous}{Sarcastic}{Adventurous}}

Tayce is a very curious teen. She's much like a four year old, asking where, who, what, and why constantly. When given an answer, she wants to know the reasoning, and doubts the answer until given good reasoning.
Her doubt can get her into trouble, but she doesn't care, as she's very mischievous. Pranks are her favourite pasttime, as ate any other ways to annoy people. She can have a major attitude, and is very sarcastic. She often speaks what's on the top of her mind impulsively.
Tayce is not a timid person, but tends to be adventurous, going places she shouldn't. It's ended up with her clumsy streak showing through, and injuries being sustained on her part
Basically, Tayce is an obnoxious impulsive teen, who's quite curious and a total clutz.}}

{{Story?

"Why."
It was the same routine, different questions, same answers. Thirteen year old Tayce would ask a question, only to receive an answer and question it.
The elder glared stonily at Tayce. "You make my old bones shudder at the temerity of your absurd questions. Begone. You look for answers in a can to be served to your liking, but the old tin can lays empty and dented upon the road we traverse."
"Fine," snorted Tayce. "I'll ask somebody who isn't afraid to answer." She stormed out of the tent, wishing that the elder hasn't been her last resort. Nobody else could tell her, so she gave up the pursuit of the subject.
She sat on the riverbank, toying with the beads draped over her tail. The tents were being packed up so that the small group could move out. They all stuck together, moving across the lands, believing the same things. They were a peaceful group, never questioning or doubting what nonsense the elders spouted-until Tayce came along. She questioned everything, desperate to know the logic and reasoning behind every scrap of information. For example, why did they never leave the river? Why not venture to the east, into the desert, finding an oasis here and there for food and sustenance?
"Because we don't."
"We don't go to the desert."
"I don't know... The desert is just forbidden, or something."
The same answer, never explaining, just giving reasons. All of her efforts couldn't bring anything else forth, no matter how she tried. "Go ask the elders," was always given as a lady resort, but they have the same cryptic nonsense.
A new question struck her as she watched a bug climb on a reed next the the river. Why not just leave? This time, she went straight to an elder, but not the same as before.
"Arsha-elda," she began, using the proper titles carefully. "What if I left the tribe? What would happen? Would I be able to come back later? Would everybody hate me? Could I do whatever I wanted? Would somebody actually answer all of my questions? Cou-"
A stony voice interrupted. "Tayce-youn, do not ask such questions lightly. Should you choose to leave the tribe, you shall be marked as a deserter, a loner. No tribe would accept you, no tribe would answer questions. You would be able to do as you wish-but none would consort with you. As an orphan with no family in the tribe, you are free to do as you please, but you can never return."
"Why? Why can't I return? Why wouldn't other tribes accept me? I heard we were the last tribe anyways, so nobody else would be able to tell I had left."
Arsha glared. "You would wear cloths. One around your mouth, for the crimes of your speech. One around each of your legs, to carry you far away from us into misfortune. Two around you tail, so that your jewel may never function properly. If you wish, ask for these cloths and begone," spat the elder.
Instantly, Tayce's temper was inflamed. "Give me these cloths you speak of, so that I may leave! And if you just happened to wish to kill me, then the 'ill fortune' of the cloths would fall upon yourself for murdering me, according to tribe rules!"
The dark red cloths were produced, and Tayce fled with them, heading away from the river. A considerable distance away, she stopped to savour her newfound freedom. She wound the cloths around herself, in a rather comfortable manner. She removed the beads from her tail, and wound them through her leg-cloths instead. The fabric kept away some of the heat, and was quite delightful.

Tayce began to bound away into the desert, free at long last.}}

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yep, this ended today <3 please do not edit anything on your forms because it will be disqualified. thank you. :3

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wait, you said the 27th...?
i was going to finish up my form today!

aww man that sucks ;n;