[Sixbane]

A Makoatl is a terrestrial shark-dragon hybrid recently discovered
off the coast of the Greenland sea. They have the powerful tail
and jaws of a shark, with the body and (occasional) horns of a dragon.
They usually have manes, and are covered in thick coats of fur-
adapted to keeping out the cold in their native habitat.
They live on a diet of mainly meat and fish, and are known to be vicious
hunters! Despite this attitude toward their prey, however, they
are very protective and mothering to their offspring,
as well as to each other the majority of the time.

You're walking down the road one day; just out for a walk when a small voice calls out to you. You know they are talking to you because you're the only one on the otherwise empty street.
You turn and look as a small Makoatl child is standing there, shaking in his little paws; terrified to even be speaking to you. "S-Sorry to disturb you" he says quietly "D-Do you know where I could get something to eat..?" he questions.
You couldn't help but feel bad for the little guy; its obvious he's been on the street for some time; his hair is a mess and he's so scrawny you could pick him up with one hand. "Where are your parents?" you ask him.
He gets this horribly sad look in his eyes; and looks away. "My mami didn't want me...she said she didn't want to take care of a baby who would never grow up.." he says, barely above a whisper.

Tears are forming in his eyes "I just want a home." he says.

Will you take this little orphan baby home?

Without accessories/messy hair


He does have EPS (Eternal Pup Syndrome);; but it is OPTIONAL; just preferred. He was created with EPS in mind; and its important to the story. However; If you'd like to make him NOT Eps; you're welcome to try to convince me why you think he shouldn't be.
(If the winner has added a section on why he shouldn't be EPS/they don't want him to be; I'll remove it from the picture)

Will end on october 5th.
You can add whatever/pretty up if you want but I will be looking mainly at the reason and the name.
For the reason; you can use a literal meaning (I'll rp with him/get art of him ect); or a more character-like reason (So that I can love him and read him stories;ect) whichever you prefer;a mix of them/I don't really mind /u\

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[b]Username;;[/b]
[b]Mako Name;;[/b]
[b]Mako gender;;[/b]Male (Don't change.)
[b]Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;[/b]

[epimetheus]

wheeeeeee dropping

[atreyu]

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[koegami]

posting form at 7:58 pm

Songs i'm using:
temporary home - carrie underwood , so sick - neyo (cover)
Pompeii - Bastille (cover) , Pretty Hurts - Sam Tsui And Jason Pitts Cover

note to six
your breaking me. i'm gonna head to bed soon a n cry myself to sleep thinking about this poor kid. i'm in the brink of tears right now. honest. this brings back memories. you've outdone yourself, and succeeded, in breaking me. all with a short story and a crying face.

"and that's a home i'm going to give you child"
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[SmileChild]

Username;;smilechild
Mako Name;;chase
Mako gender;;Male (Don't change.)
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;I want this poor mako, because I cant help see anything go without food and a shelter. and if I were to get this cute mako, I would take care of it for the rest of my life and give it all the love that it ever wanted and never had <3

[yeena]

Username;; the awkward one.
Mako Name;; Mikey ( mike-ee )
Mako gender;; Male (Don't change.)
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;

okay so why is because i have my step-mom here and she is literally squealing along with me how cute he is. i feel seriously bad with that story and to see his tears.. it's broken my heart. i just wanna reach through my screen and wipe his tears away and literally ask if he wants to go get a cupcake ( after a proper meal of... chicken or even.. meatloaf ! ). then after that i'll most likely tell him i'll keep him and shower him in gifts. and love him. and hug him. and name him george !

[nymx]

Username;;
C l o u d yS k i e s
Mako Name;;
Xero ( X-Ear-O)
Mako gender;;
Male
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;;
Cuddle Him, Feed Him, Pet Him, Watch Him, Give Him Toys, Bath Him,
RolePlay with Him Draw Him D

WhY:
This bby is adorable and i love the Pallet *-* And Hes Cute And I Would Love To Own Him ( Im a Non-Owner XD) And He wIll Maybe Be My 1st Makoatl.

[quietlights]

dropping out, there are many others who want this little guy badly.

good luck everyone!

[quiet hours.]

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Real Reason; The reason I want this Makoatl is because he’s simply screaming for love. The poor little guy was abandoned, and all he wants now is a home to settle in to. I am more than willing to fulfill such a request, and will welcome this little pup with open arms. He also reminds me of some of my favorite movies, and I had an idea for him the moment I first saw him. I will get art of him, roleplay with him and write stories about him. Thrasius, my only current mako, would make fast friends with him. He would teach this little guy to read and write, and of course, would also teach him to sing. Kayin would be very spoiled if I came to own him.
Character Reason; Thrasius, being my only mako without any friends or mates at the moment, could use some company. A lonely little kid who’s in need of attention would do him well. He’d take after his own mother, and be very protective and caring. Kayin would learn how to read, write and sing, have new clothes, eat well and be able to sleep comfortably as quickly as possible once in Thrash’s care. In return for a new home, Kayin could show Thrash all of his little inventions and gadgets while showing him around the clock tower. They’d form a sort of brotherly relationship, and would never leave each other’s sides.
Reason for name; I chose the name Kayin because of its meaning. You’ll understand once you read my story.

Good luck with your judging, and I hope you enjoy the rest of my form.
Excuse my bad writing skills, as I am still working on being able to write better stories. I hope you like it regardless. ♥

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This story will take place in Thrasius’ point of view.

The bold looking but soft-hearted makoatl made his way down the empty streets, on his way to the locksmith to see if they had gotten any new keys for his collection. The large clock tower towered over the scenery, spreading a warm vanilla light across the dark night setting. Before he could begin to think about the rest of the keys he had, a small, frail voice interrupted the silence. Thrash paused, turning his head around before looking down to the ground, seeing that a tiny little pup had tried to stop him. With shaking little paws and quivering legs; the poor thing look terrified to even be speaking to the punk, who did look a bit intimidating at first glance. "S-Sorry to disturb you," He spoke quietly, his voice softer than a feather and barely loud enough to be heard. "D-Do you know where I could get something to eat?" He questioned, and Thrasius’ eyes instantly filled with concern. He felt awful for the little thing, as it was quite obvious that he’d been here awhile. He was covered in soot and grease, while also being skinny and frail enough that Thrash probably could’ve picked him up with his snout if he tried. "Where are your parents?" Thrash suddenly asked after a moment of silence, ears pinned back as his eyes enlarged with sadness and worry. The homeless little mako appeared to become distressed, face fading into an even more depressed state with a horribly sad look in his eyes. Looking away, he answers, tears already sparkling in his eyes. "My mommy didn't want me, she said she didn't want to take care of a baby who would never grow up." There was a brief moment of quiet before he suddenly burst into tears, being so weak that his legs collapsed under him and he landed with barely a thud. Thrash was quickly to react, and soon was lying on his belly, nudging the little kid with his nose. “Sh, sh…don’t cry! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset like that.” He apologized, feeling guilty as the frail creature bawled before him. Trying to change the subject completely, Thrash crawled a little closer. “Hey, it’s okay, I promise. We’ll go get you something to eat and we can get you cleaned up back at my place.” Upon hearing those words, the nameless mako quickly lifted his head, eyes looking shocked and scared. “R-really? You would do that?” His tail almost seemed to wag like a little puppy as Thrash nodded his head, standing up and holding out a paw for the little mako. It was quickly accepted, the child working himself up to his paws before suddenly dashing between Thrash’s front legs and rubbing his head on his chest with gratefulness. “Thank you, oh, th-thank you!” He exclaimed, with poor Thrasius blushing even redder than before. Lowering his head and stroking the child’s neck with his snout, he then stood and gave a big, hopeful smile. “You’re very welcome. Come along, this way.” He said, taking a little step forward so the child could keep up, even with his frail figure. Every time he’d fall behind, Thrash would give him a little boost with his tail to help him keep going. After being quiet for no more than a minute, the punk finally realized that he hadn’t introduced himself. “Ah, I’m Thrasius! But most makos just call me Thrash. What’s your name?” He blurted out a bit randomly, gleaming eyes looking to the nameless child, who at first didn’t respond. “M-my name is Kayin. You have a much cooler name than I do.” Kayin whispered, lowering his head. Thrash gave a laugh, shaking his head. “Nonsense. I think that’s a good name, it suits you!” He reassured, giving a playful nudge with his paw. Kayin couldn’t help but giggle, and was about to reply, but he was cut off by a yawn. Thrash slowed, gently kneeling as he recognized the tired look in Kayin’s eyes. “Come back, little buddy. I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” He offered, and though blushing, the child agreed and softly climbed onto Thrash’s back. The punk made himself quiet, knowing the poor child might’ve been very tired from what he might’ve been through. They were quiet as they walked, and soon, Kayin was fast asleep.
But it didn’t last long.
Kayin, with a yelp, suddenly awoke with a jolt, his head being tossed into the air as his eyes shrunk with fright. Thrasius stopped in his tracks, looking back at him with worry. “Kayin! Are you alright?” He quickly blurted, and his answer wasn’t received until Kayin had been gently poked with Thrash’s cold nose. “Oh, y-yeah. Just another nightmare, I have them a lot.” Kayin admitted, looking down with a frown. Thrash whimpered a bit, not liking the sound of that. “Well, that’s not good. Hm, maybe we co-” Thrash glanced off as he thought, but he was interrupted by the child. “Could I talk to you so I don’t fall asleep again? I don’t want to have nightmares anymore.” Kayin asked with fear in his voice. Sympathetic, Thrash nodded and agreed. “Of course. What would you like to talk about?” Kayin pondered the question before softly whispering a reply. “Well, I could tell you how I ended up on the streets, since you probably want to know.” His voice was still a nervous whisper, as if terrified to upset the mako that had saved him for the night. “Only if you want to, Kayin.” Making sure the child knew that it wasn’t necessary to tell him, Kayin nodded and begin to speak.
“My daddy was an mechanic. He worked in a toy shop and was always fixing lots of things, like little toy robots. But daddy would fix the clocks, too.” Kayin pointed up at the big clock tower with soft innocence in his eyes, hoping Thrash would understand. “He’d go in there and fix all the gears. He would make me sit in the stairway so I wouldn’t get hurt, but he’d always let me help whenever he synced all the baby clocks so they were the same as the momma clock!” Kayin stated, tail wagging as he remembered the endearing memory. He giggled a little and smiled before continuing. “Then, he would teach me magic in the shop. Like how to guess a card when other makos would pull one out, or how to make a marble disappear by hiding it in a thimble. But my daddy didn’t just fix things. He built things too. Sometimes, when he couldn’t fix toys or the clocks, he’d take their parts and make something brand new with them. Like toy cars that would wind-up and drive around to create a picture using ink-covered wheels. B-but mommy didn’t come around very often, and that was okay! Because daddy loved me more than anyone.” As he began to get into his little backstory, his mind faded into memories, which he continued to narrate.

The mako sat before his child, spreading out cards on a table. “Now, Kay, pick one.” Obediently, Kayin reached his tiny, toddler paw and grabbed one, looking at it before clutching it to his chest with his eyes closed. After a moment of concentration, the father asked; “Is it a seven of hearts?” And, with a laugh, Kayin held his card high up in the air. “You did it, daddy! It was a sewen of heawts!” With an adorable baby slur, he bounced up and tackled his father, nuzzling him. A great amount of warmth came from him, and it never ceased to comfort Kayin.
Kayin grew a bit older, and was now helping his father with the clocks. He carried around wrenches and hammers, and could oil the gears and sync up a clock all by himself. His father was very proud of him, and now allowed him to go into the big clock tower with him. Kay knew the labyrinth of gears by heart now, and her knew where every vent lead. As he raced his father back down the stairs, the two went tumbling onto their backs, and the father found himself being tackled by his son once they reached the ground floor. Giggling and laughing, the father finally sighed and pushed himself to his feet. “Kay, your mother will be here to pick you up soon. I must fix a main gear in the big clock, so you must stay with her. Be good, alright?” Kay, though a bit upset, nodded eagerly, walking to the train tracks with his father. Once his mother arrived, he boarded the train and went home with her.
Kay’s mother had never been fond of him as his father, but as a mother, she had to care for him. But, as they got home, the mother refused to play with poor Kay. She simply slept, leaving Kay alone with all of his father’s inventions.
A few hours later, the door opened. Assuming it was his father, Kay jumped up and turned around. “Father! I fixed the broken wir-..?“ He silenced once he saw it was not his father. But instead, a grumpy looking social worker mako who smelled of smoke. “There’s been a fire.” Was all he said, before Kay noticed that his mother was behind him, looking confused but angry. “Come with me.” The grumpy mako suddenly said, forcefully pushing Kayin out the door and having him run into his mother. It was too much for the poor thing. But as they were driven to the hospital, it was all explained to him.
Sobbing as he lied on the hospital bed, Kay mourned over his father, wondering why it had happened so fast. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. He heard chatter from the other room that made him nervous. Unsure what they had been talking about, he heard the door open, and he looked up to the mako, which was blurry in his teary vision. “Are we leaving so soon?” He asked with a sniffle, thinking he was talking to his mother, but instead, he got nothing but silence. The social worker nudged him off the table and lead him away.
Sitting in an office with terrible confusion, after what seemed like hours, his mother finally picked up her phone. “Ma’am, please, you must pick your child up fro-“ The man was cut off by an angry voice. “No, I can’t! I refuse to take care of a child that will never grow up!” Then the line went dead, and the room silent. Now poor little Kayin was all alone. He simply sat there in shock and terror, tears silently running from his eyes. It all happened in a blink. Was this his fault? Could he have done something? Crying in complete quiet, the three social workers left the office to find their boss to alert them of the situation. Kayin stood, looking around the room as tears streamed down his broken-hearted face. “Mommy? Daddy? I’m sorry, come back!” He cried, as if expecting an answer. “I don’t wanna be alone, I didn’t mean to! Please, don’t let me go!” He screamed, running back and forth in a panic.
That’s when he saw the vent. An escape route. Every vent lead to a clock tower.
Squeezing his way inside, the little mako, now all by himself in a big wide world, sought out to find the clock tower, where he would hide and figure out just what had gone wrong that fateful day.
Crying into Thrasius’ back, the punk had come into his house now, whimpering a bit at the child. “Oh my. That’s awful, I’m so sorry.” He whispered with his own eyes a bit teary, but got no reply. The poor thing had wept himself to sleep. Lying him into the bed, Kay, half awake and half asleep, gave a tiny whisper.
“I love you.”
Thrasius, blushing a bit at the random statement, smiled softly and tucked the little mako in. “Welcome home, Kayin. I'll protect you.”
“I promise.”

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Kayin is a very timid mako. He's grown to be very quiet and soft-spoken, disliking confrontation or any sort of aggression. He can be very shy, refusing to come out to even say hello, while other times, he can be playful once you get to know him. He gets very focused when he's working on something, and often, his concentration can't be broken, just like his father. He enjoys creating things and fixing things, especially anything having to do with time, such as clocks and watches. He's very talented at fixing that sort of things.
Kayin likes time, toy cars, trains and old-fashioned biscuits and milk, like the ones he'd get from the wandering bakers at the train station. He also enjoys small magic tricks, like the ones his father knew. He remember sitting by the tracks and watching trains go by while nomming on biscuits, before going to his home-away-from-home inside the clock towers. He dislikes heat and any kind of office, as they both bring back bad memories.
Kayin has developed a horrible fear of fire. He won't go anywhere near burning flames, even if he's cold. Even the flicker of a candle too close to something flammable will scare him very badly.

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[Icescape]

Username;; Icescape
Mako Name;; Rollan Amanaki
Mako gender;;Male (Don't change.)
Why do you want to take him home/what will you do with him;; First of all, I would like to take him home because he reminds me of a character in one one my books who was an orphan. The character in the book was also living in the streets. That is how I came up with the name Rollan for the first name. I would also like to take him home because I feel bad for the little boy. My chest hurts just looking at the little fellow. I feel like if I take care of him, then I wouldn't feel bad that it is so hard to help people in the real world that need help. Sadly, I can't just go to another country and give people everything I need. I know he is a character, but the story is just sad. He didn't have a choice in his life.

In the real word, I will draw this little boy and get art of him. I will write of him in story and any others things I can think up. For a more character like reason, I would brush his fur and wipe the tears off of him. Don't want the skin getting raw from staying wet too long. I would keep his fur clean so dirt and mud don't clot it up. I wouldn't let him get hurt, and if her would get hurt, I would clean up the wound and make sure it heals properly. I would make sure he gets attention and wouldn't be alone unless he needed to be. Being alone and being lonely are two different things. I would make sure he never gets cold. I world make sure he eats properly so he doesn't get sick. Most of all, I will make him feel like he is accepted and that someone cares for him.