[Novi]

Made using this color palette ; v ;

As most of us know, I've been obsessed with this song as of recently. xD So I decided to make an adopt based off of it! ovo

Perdita is owned by Tricksters! nwn

[oumasai]

username
|| I'm Son Gohan, but you know me as Korra or iKo :3 ||
name
|| Falcon ||
gender
|| Male ||
story
A stormy night. It was. Falcon was in his cave, watching the rain hit the floor. Drip, drop, drip, drop. Thunder boomed, he looked up the sky. Lightning flashed. The Pocket snake padded out of the cave, slowly padding to a field that was 2 soccer fields away from the cave, sitting down in front of two stones, the rain falling onto Falcon where it splat. "Mom... Dad? Hey...it's me... Falcon, you son, remember?" Thunder roared as Lightning flashed after. "I came to see you...I'm sorry I came on a bad day. It's a thunder storm, I hope you guys are happy where you are. It's getting lonely, it's time I should head back but I don't want to. I'll stay with you guys until the storm is over, just like what you two did when I was little. You helped me through a lot, you didn't deserve to go..." Tears trickled down his face, but since it was raining, his tears were not visible. He tilted his head forward sitting between the two graves as his cap slowly fell off. "I'm scared..." Thunder and lightning stormed the sky, as if they were fighting. He thought he was alone, but no, there was another Pocket snake that was visiting a family member. "Hi, mom. It's me, Cory. I thought I'd come visit you today, I didn't want you to get lonely in the storm." It was Cory, visiting her mother that has passed away, "It's dark and scary but I came here just because of you. If only I could see you again, not like this, you alive," though it was hopeless, Cory sighed, hearing mumbling and turned to her right. 3 gravestones away was another Pocket snake, Falcon. "I wish you were here to comfort me in the lonely world..," he dipped his head at the two gravestones. "Hello, there." Cory looked at Falcon, eyes full of sorrow. "Lost a parent, too, didn't you?" Cory asked, padding closer to the male. "No. It was both of them..." The storm finally cleared as Falcon's tears were visible now, "Oh. I lost my mom...your parents are someone special, aren't they? They look after you, care for you, give you advice and they should never have died!" She cried out, bursting into tears. Falcon was shocked, this Pocket Snake was lucky to still have a father but she was more upset than him. "N-No. Don't cry, because some day you'll see their smile again. They're always with you, in your heart. Even if not physically, they're really there. After being there for you since an egg, you've been with them and stayed loyal with her. At least, at least you know who they are." Cory slowly cheered up, looking up at the male, nodding. "Y..You're right. I'm Cory, who are you?" She asked, wiping her tears away. "Falcon. Hi, Cory. I've never seen you before, can you tell me where do you live?" Cory turned to face behind her, looking over to a far distance where 3 soccer fields there was a river, then a glob of gray. "In a cave with my friends. What about you?" "I don't live in a house, I travel around but return here and sleep somewhere near the forest," Falcon answered, as Cory got an idea. "Why not live with my friends and I?" She asked, a smile appearing on her face. "I lost a parent, and you did too, we could come here together and visit them!" She smiled. Falcon lit up at the idea, nodding, "Sounds like a great idea! But..your friends aren't mean, are they? I used to have friends, but they weren't friends at all. They kept using me to get what they want." "Don't worry, my friends are friendly! Except for this guy, he's not one to mess with." Cory laughed, walking away with Falcon. As they were a yard away from the cemetery, a flower bloomed on the dirt of Cory and Falcon's parents' grave. When they've reached the cave, Cory shouted, "Hey guys! I found someone!" As some Pocket Snakes came padding out to see what was going on, they saw the male. "Who's this young fella?" Asked Shadow, raising a brow. "Falcon, he has no home and--" "Cory! You can't be bringing other Pocket Snakes with no home here!" Chrissy joked, as Falcon jumped at her flash of lights. "Oh, did I scare you? Sorry, I just may be too colorful," she laughed, looking at her lights. "Yay! A new Snake to play with!" Mintu said happily. Falcon looked over at the minty PS, "Huh? Play? I don't play a lot, I usually have no one to play with," he said, almost frowning. "Then play with us! C'mon, we'll show you how to play Hide and Seek!" Gosku said, jumping off as Mintu grabbed Falcon, dragging him with her. "H-Hey! Stop that!" He laughed, letting her drag him. She was strong, for a female. "By the way, I'm Mintu. My brother's Gosku, and over there is Cargo. You're gonna count, so count to 10 and try to find us-- we could be hiding anywhere in this area!"Mintu told the male PS, running off to let him count. "Okay then, 1...2...3..." He started to count as Mintu jumped into a hollow tree hole, giggling. Mecha turned to Cory, "You seem to have lighten up his day. I sense something-- you like him," Mecha joked, "Don't be like that, Mecha! You know we're only just friends, we also just met!" Cory laughed, they both laughed. Cory and Mecha were like brother and sister, so they joke around with each other a lot. She would also be like the aunt for Mecha's children, but also, she was glad that Falcon had new friends. She was glad she could help out. "Y'know, I've always thought...if my mom could be revived, like what happened to Shadow. He turned into an undead Pocket Snake, but I also wanted his parents to come back to life. Both of them died..," "Cory, I didn't come back to life because I wanted to, I did something good when I was alive, and besides, it was a special day where certain Pocket Snakes become an undead snake." Cory nodded after Shadow finished, sighing, "but Shadow, my mother died trying to protect me from a shark. I wish I could see her smile again," Mecha frowned as Cory started to cry, "Cory please don't cry." He said, as Falcon leaped onto a tree, grasping it and looked into the hole. "Hey, Mintu! Found you!" Mintu laughed, hopping out and looked at him, "Now you have to find the other two!" Mintu said. Falcon nodded, looking around and saw a flash of white. "I think I found Gosku!" He ran to the bush, jumping into it and came out with grass in his mouth, spitting it out. "No, false alarm! It was a white rabbit!" Mintu fell to the ground, laughing, "I think he gives up, guys!" She called out then the 2 Pocket Snakes leaped out of their hiding spots: The top of the tree and underwater. "Haha, wow! That was hard! Who's counting? Do I have to count again?" Falcon asked. Mintu raised up her hand, "No, you found me first so I hide." She covered her eyes, counting from 1. "Falcon is such a nice guy, he seems playful as well. Also, brave. His parents didn't deserve to die, but they must be proud of their son." Cory wiped away her tears, looking up at the sky. Falcon climbed onto a branch, sitting on it and looked up at the sky, "Thanks for all you guys did for me."

[Sugar Buck]

Res with the name rin

[Novi]

Ends in four days!

[Tricksters]

Username || Tricksters
Name || Perdita
Gender || Male
Story || ->

Perdita ran down the sidewalk, kicking up leaves and dust as each of his two feet fell.
He didn't dare glance back to look for followers, he knew the were there and they were
hungry for his blood. His breaths now heavily labored, he made a desperate sharp
turn into the forest. Dodging the low hanging branches and the roots of dead or dying
tree's, he continued to run with his journal clutched tightly to his side.

The minutes dragged on, it seemed like years to him. Soon, the footsteps that had been
haunting his mind for so long died away like laughter in the wind. Perdita slowed when he
came to an open glade. Unlike movies, showing glades like this as gorgeous well kept grass,
it was like a waste land with dying roots coming from the ground for last attempts to get water
to nourish their life.

Perdita collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air his lungs couldn't receive during the chase. He
dropped his journal, letting the leather cover scrape against a withered root as he took his
breaths. He watched the ground, his bloodshot eyes stricken in panic and his lip quivering.
It wasn't the hardest thing of everyday life, he knew that. But they had been pursuing him for
days on end without giving him a lenient moment to stop and think. Suddenly they stopped.
The thought they would come back and capture him sent pins through his spine.

Slowly, his breathing steadied and he sat down on his bottom, wiping his eyes before the tears of
fear could even escape them. He looked at his journal. It was now impaled through the cover by the
root. He reached out a shaky hand to the book, carefully removing it from the roots. Having removed
it, he set it gently in his lap and opened it to the first page. He started to read, hoping to calm himself
down.

Mom got me this today, I'm not sure what it is
but she told me to use my quill and ink to wright
down anything that comes to my mind. I think
it might be some kind of magic machine that
turns my words to real things! I wonder if it works!
~
A robot with two heads, one to talk, the other to think.
A barrel like body with a push dispenser that dispenses
a drink of your choice! It could have four arms to get
work done around the house, and two legs to walk!
~
Well, a few hours have past and I've been sitting here
watching this 'machine' and nothing came out. Maybe
it takes a few days?

No robot, maybe the machine is broken? I can go
get my daddy's duck tape! Surely, if it hasn't
worked in a day it needs some special
Gorilla Duck Tape!

I can't believe I have actually forgot about this for four years.
I was nine when I wrote my last page, now I'm the older age
of thirteen. How did I even think that this was a machine?
It has no gears, no oil to run it, no nuts or bolts to hold it
together. Oh well. Well, I should probably tell you how
my life has been over these four years.
~
Life has been, well, shaky if that's how I can put it.
My mothers health has been decreasing, and it's bothered
me how fast this is accruing. Father, of course, is bothered
by it as well but mother keeps telling us not to get our
tails in a knot. Heh. Just like her to keep trying to
make us think lightly.
~
I've noticed, while father and I have been walking
through the streets, these men and women in dark shades
and jackets have been watching us. Some even have
followed us. I have consulted father about this, but
he told me they could easily be a group of role players or
cos players just messing around.

I don't believe it.

I swear on my life I won't let them get away with this.
{Words have been to smudged/worn out to read, but
the remnants of the word 'father' can be pieced to-
gether}! You take my family, I take your life!
If you sneaky devils are reading this or watching me
write you should start running now! I will chase
you to the ends of the earth, I will follow your trail
until I collapse to the ground dead if I need to!
You won't be able to hide from me. And don't even
think you can hide in the leaves or clouds.
My secrets can lift me up to the stars if I let them!

Slamming his journal closed he threw it across the floor with a stuttering scream. He
buried his face in his hands as he started to cry. He was running from them. The ones who
took his mothers life, kidnapped his mother, and possibly destroyed the life of his
younger friend. He was so intent on getting them two years before...

'stop running Perdita,' he ordered himself, clenching his fists against his forehead,
his face contorted with rage at his own sheepish actions, 'stop running and put an
end to this. Mother believed in you. Father trusted you. He supported you.'

Taking his fists away from his forehead, he released his bite on his lip. Slowly, the
tears stopped as he stood himself up, walking slowly over to his journal. Crouching
down, he picked it up and brushed the dark dirt off of it. He stood back up, looking
down at his belt tassel. His sword was still sheathed in it's sheath. His journal sheath
was empty.

His father had made it for him when he was younger, allowing him to take the 'machine'
any where he pleased without the fear of loosing it. Slipping the worn journal into the sheath,
he unsheathed his sword, holding it loosely in one hand. He headed in the direction he had come.
He headed for them. He headed for certain death.

A few hours past. Perdita was exhausted, dragging his sword dumbly against the floor. He
was about ready to collapse to the floor and give up on his quest of revenge. His body urged
him to realize it wasn't worth it, it wouldn't bring them back, it would only make him bleed
physically, mentally, and emotionally. Though, his brain kept telling him to go.

'it won't bring them back,' he thought to himself, his vision blurring. 'but at least I can avenge
them, I can keep their story alive and save others from the same fate,'

He started to wheeze, his walking turning into no more than a woozy stumble to the side. He looked
ahead, light morphing with shadows. No, not shadows. Figures. And they were heading right
to him.

Dropping his sword, his body gave in. His mind went to sleep and his body started to freak out.
He collapsed to the floor, face first into the mulch like dirt. When his body hit the floor,
his journal slid out of it's sheath and skidded across the ground and stopped at mint blue
paws.

'avenge them...' Perdita thought as he slowly came to. 'let them be stopped,' He groaned,
opening his eyes slightly. Light flooded around him, forcing his eyes to close. He could hear
murmuring around him, but he was to busy worrying about who they might be to listen
to their words.

"...should we leave him here?"

"Yeah sure leave a dying man in our home. Lovely."

Perdita coughed slightly, moaning and shifting in order to turn over.

The voices grew hushed, one even grew harsh to the other. "He ain't dead ya idiot!"

"Oh shut up, Aztec." The voice was feminine, the other sounded like a male. The voices went
off in a whispered argument. Now assured these weren't his 'enemy's', he opened his eyes, squinting
at the female who was sitting beside him. She was canine like, with large black whiskers.
She had large ram like horns that curved down around her ears and two gems on her forehead.

She stopped talking to the odd blue canine/feline looking man. She looked at Perdita and blinked.
"I see someone's up." She smirked. "you blacked out on out door step kid. Tyrell brought you
inside before going out to the hunt lands." She sighed, looking at the ground. "at least
you ain't dead kid,"

Perdita blinked. "What do you mean?" He asked in a scratchy voice. His throat was killing him.
He needed water. His body was taking the water he needed from his bones, he knew from
classes of anatomy that that wasn't good. But the question on hand distracted him
from his well being.

She shook her head. "Too many things to explain." She smiled, looking up at him again.
"My names Indigo," She pointed over to the man in the doorway. "this here is Aztec."
Aztecs' lip curled in a silent snarl as she addressed him. "what's your name?"

He sat up, swinging his legs over the bed side. He held out a paw for Indigo to shake.
"Perdita. But please, feel free to call me whatever you'd like." As she shook his hand he
cleared his burning throat. "would you happen to have any water? I'm parched."

Indigo pulled her hand away and slapped it to her forehead. "Right! Your dehydrated.
that's why you passed out. Here," She stood up, holding out her hand to help Perdita up.
"come with me, I'll get you some water while Aztec guards the room."

The two left the room, as Indigo said, Aztec stood in the door way and guarded the room.
She got them both a glass of water and the two sat down on the porch. Then, Perdita
explained everything. What was happening, when it started. As he talked, he couldn't
help but glance at the distant blur of blue in an open field, moving gracefully
around, wielding a weapon with no clear distinction.

{Might finish ;v; I have much much more to add,
but I need to finish my commissions}

Couldn't finish my story,
I might finish it later! ;v; Anyways, I will not be on
tomorrow {The fourth of July} so I wish everyone
good luck in this competition. And Raff/Cyril., I wish
you good luck judging ;v;

My credits are beside this sentence <3

Perdita© PSA #77 design by Cyril.
Indigo© Fequix #1 owned by Tricksters
Aztec© Key wielder owned by Tricksters
Pursuers/Them© Unknown characters owned by unknown users
Tyrell© Custom Yōkai owned by Tricksters
Story inspired by ＤＥＲＳＥ ＤＲＥＡＭＥＲＳ © pyrotechnicstars @ youtube

[Novi]

After a day, we finally have our winner! The competition was tough, as both forms were great. However, there could only be one winner, and that person is....













Tricksters!

Your form was well-coded, and I like how you separated every paragraph, making it an easy read. The inclusion of your own characters made it interesting, and I like how you added the credits at the end! nwn Congratulations on your second PSA! You have been added for items and hex codes. <3

[Tricksters]

;v; oh my goodness gracious thank you so so much! Perdita will be well loved!