Just as a general thing, if you reserve a post, then please use that post when submitting your entry c:
My decision came down to three entries;
Sillybob101, your description was precise and your drawing was cute! Nice job!
~Beautiful Voices~, a couple misspellings and a one spot where the idea that the sentence was trying to convey just wasn't carried though, but your description was certainly very detailed c:
Ruby-Skylark, a couple run on sentences! There were places where you could have dropped in a period and continued the idea in a new sentence, or used a semicolon. It was also a little bit unclear in some spots, but overall a very nice description c:
But the final winner is...
~Beautiful Voices~, for the detail of the description c:
~Beautiful Voices~ wrote:Username: ~Beautiful Voices~
Name: What Doesn't Kill You (Warrior)
Theme song:
"What Doesn't Kill You" by Kelly Clarkson
Gender: Male
Genetic Coding: Ee/aa
His stall... (in a story thingy)
Warrior woke up to the sun shimering through the translucent glass of the large window established on the wooden wall of his stall. Giving a low snort, Warrior picked up a clumsy amble to his food trough, his stmoach gurling within his huge equine body. Shifting the dusty shavings on the stall floor, he gulped down few gallons of water, a slurping sound emitting from his lips. Warrior gazed around his comfortable stall, his eyes falling on the oaken walls that were the structure of his shelter. Soft wounds dotted the wood planks, obtained from the days when the tree was still prospering in the Earth. Light also leakesd through the tiny hole where his companion, Dakota, an Australian Shephard brute. Warrior swiveled his ears to catch the sound of faint raindrops drumming on the tin roof, bledning with the sfrogs and other summer creatures like a symphony. Warrior brushed the side of the doorway where he could exit out into his run way, actually quite large with clumps of clover were dotted on the lush grass. With a content sigh, enjoying the nice cleaning from the rain, Warrior galloped along the perimeter of the runway/paddock, admiring how soft and worn the aspen wood was after many days his owner spent sanding it down so he wouldn't get hurt. Warrior slid to a stop, his wide hooves planted deeply in the ground, gazing at his home; with its worn oaky smell and auro of safety and pleasure. Warrior sat there, the summer "symphony" making him sway to the music of life.
If you'd like me to go into more detail with you about your form and the description you had, and how you might have been able to make it better, just send me a PM! c:
