[Blackhusky]

JP #2!

Second JP!! C;
Will be judged when there are at least 4 forms.
This is the first adoptible, so it will be simple. (based of a fawn)
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[Blackhusky]

bump!

[SorakaHeals]

Username:
flutterpie
Name:
Clover
Gender:
male
Short story:
Clover was born deep in the jungle. When he was old enough to hunt, his parents made use of his deer like makings and used him as bait.
Art:

[Umbrakinesis]

If I had a collar
It would direct people to return me to Midnightbird.
If you really have to bother
My name is Spectre, or Red Spectre.
Now you're just being rude
I'm a male, clearly!
A bit of my life?
Ah, fine, take this.
I pad through the forest, the humid air settling like a second pelt upon my fawnlike markings. As usual, I am pondering something, so I don't really see where I'm going. Until I feel a wild rush of air and land on a heap of dirt and leaves with a sickening thud. I don't know for sure, but I think my rib is broken. It hurts enough. But I won't sink to asking for help. I'm not that desperate. Yet. But I wonder how long "yet" will last as I hear something too heavy, too clumsy to be an animal. I scrabble frantically at the dirt wall of the pit. I have to get out! A few minutes of scrabbling gets me nowhere. I can hear voices. My captor is coming close to the pit. And then ...

A few clumps of dirt fall in my face before I open my eyes. Pisces! It's my best friends, Pisces and Borris. They aren't my species, but I know them and I'm glad they're here. And Borris brought a rope. "Need a hand?" Pisces and Borris drop the rope down and I climb up. Thank goodness. "Finished your tour?" We get to chatting as I take them back to my home. Huh. I guess Pisces needs help with forest stalking.

[neon_mars]

Dropping out, sorry D: I have too much to do

[Blackhusky]

^^ Bump ^^

[Blackhusky]

When { Kat finishes her form, I will judge, (if no one else enters)

[Blackhusky]

That OK Kat ^^
Will start the judging now :3

[Blackhusky]

If I had a collar
It would direct people to return me to Midnightbird.
If you really have to bother
My name is Spectre, or Red Spectre.
Now you're just being rude
I'm a male, clearly!
A bit of my life?
Ah, fine, take this.
I pad through the forest, the humid air settling like a second pelt upon my fawnlike markings. As usual, I am pondering something, so I don't really see where I'm going. Until I feel a wild rush of air and land on a heap of dirt and leaves with a sickening thud. I don't know for sure, but I think my rib is broken. It hurts enough. But I won't sink to asking for help. I'm not that desperate. Yet. But I wonder how long "yet" will last as I hear something too heavy, too clumsy to be an animal. I scrabble frantically at the dirt wall of the pit. I have to get out! A few minutes of scrabbling gets me nowhere. I can hear voices. My captor is coming close to the pit. And then ...

A few clumps of dirt fall in my face before I open my eyes. Pisces! It's my best friends, Pisces and Borris. They aren't my species, but I know them and I'm glad they're here. And Borris brought a rope. "Need a hand?" Pisces and Borris drop the rope down and I climb up. Thank goodness. "Finished your tour?" We get to chatting as I take them back to my home. Huh. I guess Pisces needs help with forest stalking.

Congrats! You win Spectre!