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username:
..:Shade:..
mako name:
Katzbalger - Some call him Katty, I'm pretty sure it's German
gender:male
detailed short story [600 words max] about a battle with a shark:
(Anthro version)
I walked casually along the dock. Old and new boats filled the shallow sea, the strong waves crashed upon them. My mane was flowing with the wind, I zipped up my jacket and lifted the hood over my head. As I walked along to the end of the dock, I pulled out a small picture form my back pocket. It was a picture of my daughter and my wife. I exhaled and tucked the picture back in my pocket, remembering them always hurt me. It had been a year since they passed away and I always keep their picture on me. I closed my eyes and folded my arms.

"Katty! Are you out there?!" I heard someone call. I grinned my teeth together, Katty was the name my wife called me, and when people spoke it I got mad. "Yeah I'm comin'!" I answered back. I raced back to the boat shed where I worked. "What is it?" I asked as the guy raced around the room. "A massive sharks been spotted on the Coast, it needs to be perminately removed". I inhaled " Have there been any deaths?" I asked clutching my throat slightly. The guy turned to me " 3 have died" I closed my eyes as growled slightly, my whole body tensed. "I'll go" I stated. The guy looked at me wide eyed "you can't go today, the storms to strong!". I walked past him to the keys for the boats, I took a pair and reached for the door. "Katty, you can't go! You could die out there on the storm". "Good, then I can be with my family...". And with that I opened the door and prowled into the storm that was getting worst by the minute.

As I climbed onto the unstable boat, I felt a wave of grief sweep over me. I shook my head and started the boat. The boat was old, manufactured around 1984, but it's still worked like it was just bought. I steered the boat stubbornly, heading towards towards the coast. I did not fear the shark, I only noticed I was near the coast when I saw people on the coast telling me to go away. I ignored them and put on my snorkelling gear. I grabbed my spear wearily, and Aston the edge of the boat, I prayed that god would protect me, or send me to my family if things went the sharks way.

I slid into the water timidly, then dived under to search for the gilled killer. I went deeper and deeper until I saw a sign that it was near. Blood. I readied my spear, waiting impatiently for the shark. Then I saw it. It's was massive, it was fast, it looked angry. It slowly swam to me curiously, I didn't attack until I felt it was right. First the shark in investigated my hand then he opened his mouth a little wider, but when the shark had my fist in his mouth I jabbed the spear into his dorsal fin. The shark raged and started to attack back.

We fought for sometime, he gave me scars and I have him scars. But in the end, no one came out on top the shark retreated when another boat came to get me. When they pulled me out of the water I had cuts ever where, I was hardly breathing and paralysed. The next time I woke up I was in hospital. The doctors said I was lucky and congratulated me on killing the shark, I never told them I hadn't killed it. It would have moved from the area by now.

I the present, I have my job back, I'm not interested in love and I am smarter. But life isn't the same without my family. It never will be.
personality:
Grumpy - Wise - Tough - Stubborn

[wolf ;;]

Username:
{ shannon
Mako Name:
Abiodun, which is a african name, simple meaning 'one born during war'. He however wasn't born with this name, his original name had been Anan, which means 'fourth born child'. He changed his name after his accident.
Gender:
Male
Detailed short story:
The waves rolled up against the sandy bay, as soft as a flower. The ocean was a strange thing, indeed. It could lead you to safety or force you underneath, never to come back up. It may be dangerous, but the ocean was also a beautiful place to be.
The young makoatl tore his eyes away from the deep blue sea, turning to look at his parents and siblings, sitting further away from the water. Anan had just entered adult stage, so his family had decided to meet up for the special occasion.
"Anan, come, its time to eat."
He sighed, trotting over and sitting down. "Can't I go for a swim first?"
"No, you must eat first, it is a special occasion, Anan, spend this time with us."
His mother was right. He rarely got to see them anymore, as they always seemed to be busy. Of course, it wasn't their fault, so he should be making the best of this.
They all ate in silence, like they had when Anan was younger. It was nicer this way, more peaceful. They didn't talk about anything, they would just eat.
The talking came after the food.
But Anan payed no attention, hardly eating, and once he was done, the young makoatl ran to the sea, grinning, not listening to his mother as she called him back.
It seemed she was trying to warn him, but he payed no attention.
He dove into the water, grinning and laughing. They couldn't keep him away from water, he loved it far too much.
But today he would learn that the ocean wasn't always a safe thing.
At first he thought it was nothing, but something kept coming up and brushing against his leg. After that, he believed it was seaweed, but after a while he realised it couldn't be, as the water in front of him churned slightly. He couldn't see well into the blue-green water. He had drifted a bit away from the bay, and his mother was yelling to him, telling him to get out. There was worry in her voice.
What could she be worried about? He was bound to find out.
At first, something seemed to nibble on his leg, and he moved his leg around, his paw hitting something hard, and thats when he began to panic.
That was the wrong thing to do.
Sharp teeth clamped themselves around his leg, and he yelped, flailing his paws about. Something was attacking him, trying to kill him. He couldn't get away.
It dragged him under water.
White, hot pain shot through his leg, and he opened his eyes. At first, he saw nothing, and the teeth released his leg, but as he began to swim up, he saw a large, dark shape.
A shark. This is what his mother was trying to warn him about.
Anan couldn't get away, the shark was too strong, and it grabbed him again. This time, it had caught the fin on his back. Anan wildly swung his paws at the shark, hitting it, trying to make it let go, and it eventually did, but it came back for more.
The water began to turn red.
Before he could move, the shark came at him, trying to grab him. Its grip wasn't good, but its teeth grazed deeply across his left eye.
He tried to scream, but water filled his lungs instead.
This was hopeless.
His vision faded.
Paws grabbed him, pulling him from the water. The voices muffled.
But he couldn't wake from this eternal darkness, not now.
Personality:
Before the accident, Abiodun was a happy, flirty young male who liked to enjoy his life, making every minute worth it, and trying to make every moment fun, if it was a bad moment or not. But after the attack, he changed completely. He became silent, and when he does speak to you, he sounds grumpy and rude, for his age. But he doesn't mean to sometimes. He just thinks that if he is harsh on others, they wont make the same mistake he did, they wont end up like he did, as he doesn't want that happening to anyone else. He would hate for another young mako to end up with wounds like he did that awful day. But sometimes, he may actually sound nice like he wants to. This male is wise, because of his accident, and he is sometimes caught talking to himself, blaming himself for what happened to him.
After the accident:
After the accident with the shark. Anan seemed to change, leading to the reason why he changed his name. No longer was he a handsome fellow, but he was one covered in scars. It may have made him wiser, but it proved him to be a fool, a simple being that made no attention and made a risk. He didn't listen to his mother when she tried to warn him, it was his fault it had happened. If he had acted like an adult, like he should have, maybe this wouldn't have happened to him. This wouldn't have changed him forever. But alas, it happened, and it did change him, in looks and in personality.
Why he changed his name:
Why he changed his name? There may be many reasons why he did this, it could've been because he didn't like his original name, or maybe because he changed it because he felt like it, but that isn't the case. He changed his name after his accident, so he would never forget that moment. The moment that changed his life, it seemed. He changed his name to never forget about what had happened, despite the scars on his body. He got a new name because he felt like he wasn't Anan anymore, like he didn't deserve that name. He looked, felt, and acted different, so why not have a different name.
Art:
thinking after the accident
the blinding shade of blue

[susie.]

Only time will tell if I survive

username
.Alucard.
mako name
Anicetus
gender
male

detailed short story
Bubbles. A childhood wonder, the toy that filled children with happiness. Not me, for some reason when I was a child I always had this reoccurring dream that I would be surrounded by crimson bubbles before taking my last breath. Then I wake up. it's strange after living your own death in a dream countless times, it becomes dehumanized. I just didn't fear death, or how I would die, I just felt like I already knew. Crimson bubbles... Though as a child, I feared it. Even if I reach to the deepest dark abysses of my mind I remember steering clear of all bodies of water. Pools, lakes, oceans, ponds, rivers, puddles, it was sad but true. However, as I've said, it became dehumanized. And I just dreamt it and went to sleep like normal. Though, it didn't happen as normal this time.
At the time I was noticing that every time I went to bed, my dreams were becoming more vivid, almost to the point where I couldn't tell the difference between my dreams and reality, so when I had my normal reoccurring dream I found myself gasping for air and covered in blood. And my bed would be wet with my salty tears and sweat. Over time I became sleep deprived, it got quite funny actually. I would forget where I was and run into walls and fall on the floor, but no matter how hard I tried to sleep I just couldn’t sleep.
It was messing with my mind, I scoured the internet to see if anyone else had reoccurring dreams like I did, or did the same things that I’ve done in my sleep. I didn’t find much that matched up to my reoccurring dreams. The lack of sleep was making me bitter throughout the never ending days and the sleepless nights, days and nights blurred into one, next thing I knew it had been two weeks since I had a proper nights sleep give or take a few hours. I decided to see a shrink, to help me with my sleep problems. One emailed me and he said that he specialized in helping people with sleeping problems.
The shrink thought that I should get to the root of the problem by trying to swim, I told him that swimming wasn’t an issue it was sleeping that was my issue, but he insisted to go swimming in the lake that was a couple miles down the road from where I lived and record what happens. Later that day I walked to the lake with a yellow pad of paper and a ballpoint pen. I shivered and stared out into the open lake for a while, feeling afraid. With a gulp I entered the freezing cold water and stayed in the shallow end most of the time, though after a while the calm water caused me to fall asleep.
I drifted out into the open waters, and past the swimming hole area and into where the boats were. I groggily opened my eyes to see my shrink out in the distance driving a boat, at first I couldn’t believe it was him, then my thoughts were cut short when he hit me with full force, cracking my skull allowing my blood to spill all in the water, next thing I knew I was in the water, surrounded by the Crimson bubbles that haunted me when I was a child. As my vision blurred into darkness my last thoughts, ”Was my shrink Dr. Franklin T. Shark. Planning this?”
My eyes then flashed open.

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story explanation
Alright, my story is kind of a hard read so, here is my explanation of my story. So, Anicetus has had a reoccurring dream all his life of his own death, and that just caused him not to be scared of his own death. But, he acquired what is called dream anxiety disorder, which effects his dreams and takes a toll on him and his sleeping, making him vulnerable to attackers like his crazy shrink "Franklin T. Shark." Who was stalking him since he acquired his disorder. And yes, you could say he was attack by a shark. And of corse he lives at the end. Yeah, it's a stretch but I felt like doing a story that was different.

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personality;;It's short because I made you read a lot already.
Anicetus is a loner, he doesn't like having large mounts of friends. But, he easily puts his trust into people. He mostly just a bitter person who will set you straight if you are doing something that isn't to his interests.

[Novi]

username: ::☠ skull corgi ☠:: Hello! I currently own one Mako - Maverick - but recently, I've been wanting to get another one, sort of as an antagonistic character towards Mavvy. That's where this lovely boy comes in~
mako name: Alaric - If you're not familiar with German (the language of the land I come from c:), then you wouldn't know why I chose this name. Alaric means "all-powerful ruler", and once you read his personality, you'll see why I find it fitting. Called Al or Ric for short.
gender: Male. Even If I were allowed to change it, I don't think I would, because I simply can't see him as a female.
detailed short story about a battle with a shark: He used to love the sea. The chilling waters as they gripped him icily, the salty taste. Back when he was young and carefree, he adored swimming in any body of water he could find. He used to love it.
But, then again, he used to love a lot of things. For instance, he loved the way the stars glimmered in the reflection of the water. He loved how the birds would sing, and how his love would laugh and dance in the moonlight, tempting him to join her.
Unfortunately, he didn't love anymore.
It started one day, when he'd learned his mate had developed tuberculosis. For several weeks, he lay by her side, comforting her and promising she would get better. False promises, he'd soon learned them to be, as one day, she did, unfortunately, pass on. Coughed up her own lungs; an awful sight, much more traumatizing each time he remembered it. He swore he'd never love another Makoatl the same way he loved her. The ocean had, once again, become his only comfort in these tragic times.
In the midst of it all, he'd never once paid heed to the silly rumors spreading about. It had started as some silly girl's tale, which was soon woven into a full-fledged lie. He never believed the stories he'd heard on the dock as he prepared to swim, nor had he paid any mind to the fishermen who warned him to stay away from the waters. The story was just unbelievable. A Great White? In these waters? Please - only a fool would believe those stories.
Then came that fateful summer day.
Alaric stripped himself of his tank top and trousers, now only wearing his boxers. He heard the wolf whistles and cheers of the girls on the shore behind him, but again, he paid no mind to them. Instead, he positioned himself at the edge of the docm and dove right on in, powerful strokes propelling him onwards. Al swum approximately fifty feet before he heard a distressed cry coming from the beach.
He paid no mind to it, and continued to swim.
A sudden shriek snapped him out of his tranquility. A girl from the beach was screaming at him, her friends quickly following suit. Among the jumbled words she spoke, one was distinct:
"Shark!"
Immediately, Alaric turned to shout back to the girls when he felt something brush up against his foot. It was rough, like sandpaper, and big. That much was obvious.
His face paled and slowly, ever so slowly, Al looked down to see the biggest shark he'd ever seen in his life. This wasn't all fun and games, like it was at the petting zoo he'd gone to when he was five. No, this shark wasn't scared of him at all. It had one instinct, and that instinct was one of survival. To survive, he needed food - that's where Alaric came in.
The Makoatl tried to stay calm; he really did. Hopefully it would go away. Nothing bad would happen and he would be able to go home.
It's a shame that wasn't the case.
With a mighty tug the Great White pulled him under, a gurgled scream emitting from Al's lips. He felt his dorsal fin rip, the flesh on his left leg tear. Valiantly he fought back, a struggle beneath the waves. Eventually he broke free, but not before any real damage was done.
Alaric didn't love much after that. However, he did love the thrill of the struggle, the way he fought to save his life. He fought, and won.
{{ 600 words exactly }}
personality: Upon first meeting Alaric, you would think he's rather... Off the deep end, to say the least. He talks to himself, might even get into a disagreement with himself - both certain signs of insanity. He shows no sign of loving anybody. Even though he is rather attractive, and could easily court anybody he wanted, he seems to have very low self-esteem. Alaric will commonly refer to himself as "an ugly brute with an uglier personality", and in a way, that sums him up rather perfectly. He'll show signs of depression, but will not speak anything of it. He just tends to stay quiet, to keep to himself.
In a way, staying quiet is Al's defense mechanism. Trapped inside the enigma that is his mind - just the way he likes it. In his mind, no one can hurt him. No one will go and get themselves killed on him, and he can care only for one person - himself. But because of this, Alaric easily slips into stages of manic depression. Being by yourself all the time means you can see your faults easier, which is exactly what happens to poor Alaric. He'll insult himself constantly, but doesn't mind it to the point of wanting to kill himself. He just points these flaws out jokingly to the very few he is close to, in hopes to get a good laugh out of them.
After the exhilarating experience with the shark, Al began to lust for that thrill. Some may call him a daredevil; others, an idiot. All they know is that he'll put himself into dangerous situations, in which the stakes are high and there's no way out but to fight for your life.
Shortly after Al fought the shark, he went and enrolled himself in the army. There he fought in wars for twelve years, along the way developing a mental disorder known only as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This mental condition causes him to relive the traumatic events that occurred in the war, such as watching some of his closest comrades die in action. Because of this, he is easily irritated and will commonly be seen alone.
Surpsingly, Alaric has shown himself to take a liking to children. He will oftentimes be seen telling children the story of the shark attack, or some other crazy adventure he's gone on. Al will also try to help raise them up to be responsible, well-respected young Makos.
Overall, Alaric is pretty much everyone's crazy but favorite grandpa. He acts like he hates everyone, but deep down, he has a soft side.
art: by me - based off the song "Memories" by EarlyRise
by me - based off the song "Haters Gonna Hate" by Chunk! No, Captain Chunk!
by me - based off an amv featuring the song "Painting Flowers" by All-Time Low
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[rottenmutt]

Eeeep, good luck everybody with this hot babe.<33333

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[Novi]

cor says:: eeep i'm extremely nervous right now, my hands are actually shaking!! ^-^ good luck to everyone; there's tough competition, and i'm sure he'll go to an awesome home.

[susie.]

Good luck to everyone >w<

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closed for judging, likely will be no runner ups since he is special.