- Username: i am the broken.
Name: I'd like to name this lovely boy Tyler.
Gender: Tyler, obviously enough, is a male.
How did (s)he get their bell?: WIP, making a comic out of it//shot
Glomp wrote:Username:Glomp
Name:Turquoise
Gender:Male
How did he get his bell?:"Ooo-ho oh! It wasn't a easy task. I had to risk my life for this beauty, and it was totally worth it! You wanna hear about it? Well, gather around... closer.. CLOSER! There, that's better..now..
It was a dark, storming night..."
The nimble body rattled the treetops as it ran atop of them, terror flash on it's face as lightning fell from the sky, followed by a evil noise, the booming voice of thunder.
How did he never get caught up in this storm?
Dashing to the ground, the smallish ceiral darted from tree trunk to tree trunk, wildly and yet not missing a step. He had to get away! He had to find shelter! He had- There. Something stopped him dead in his tracks, something that calm his heart, something shiny... He had to have it. It wasn't a 'it would be nice to have.', and he knew it. Eying the house that held his prize curiously, he stood in the pouring rain. How would he get it? Gathering closer to the area which held it, lifting his paw, he simply put tried to pull it out, though something stopped him. Growling slightly, he moved around, trying to find a way in, though it seemed to be all over the place, his irritated grew. If he couldn't get in here, then where else could he get this thing? Walking around the enclosed box, he found more invisible things.. how odd. Looking around, he soon found a way in, a small movable flap. As he slipped though the small door, he was carefully to locate the small object, smiling as he did so.. Moving his muzzle under it, the rather loud twinkle started him as it rolled down his neck, with the boom of thunder, he gasped! A growl appeared out of nowhere, settled, he ran. For the little door, for freedom! The object around his neck dinging all the way. The barking came next, eyes grow in terror, he felt the breath of the beast, and finally saw the trees! He made it to the door! Running up one, he looked down at the savage, it barked and growled, putting both paws on the tree. It's owner stayed behind with a flashlight. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he fled off into the trees, jumping from branch to branch, humming to himself. He had done it! And with it, he forgot about the storm.
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