[altiora]

Not trying out but is marking to see who the winner is!

[mothpaw]

looks like the horse from spirit ! c:

definitely entering <3

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Short Story:

[spacegay]

Username:Cheshire~Evan~
Name:Leana
Gender:Female
Short Story:wipper

[wingz.]

mark

[appiesauce]

Username: Sergeant.
Name: okami
Gender: male
Short Story:

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Okami was never like the rest of his litter, he was much smaller and more fragile. He was even called a girl by the other pups, not that he didn't like the attention because he loved it but it's not the kind of way he wanted people to see him as. They began to refer to him as a ' girl ' or a ' young woman '. He began to stray away from the belldandys and found a new place he liked to hide out to. The whispering creek. Known for the voices of ancestors. He would spend more time there everyday, well, it didn't bother him at all that he would stray longer because who cared? His family and litter mates would defiantly not miss Okami. One day he stayed, not just for a full moon but for eight moons. Walking along the crystal water looking at the galaxy of stars above. Until he stumbled upon a cave filled with vibrant, pastel colors floating with such delicacy. He trotted up to the glowing figures and nudged a blue one with his nose. It immediately fled with the rest as they hid in the depths. This saddened him, why are they afraid he would wonder everyday. He never left the cave unless it was to chase a small creature to hurry up the night. His fairy-like friends would show themselves more often. Okami would wish on the translucent water to let at least someone like him. Whispers were heard throughout the valley, until the blue creature shimmered brightly in front of his curious eyes. He titled his head, ears flopping along the side with it, and it flew straight at him. He tried to hide his head between his soft paws but to no avail it flew right into him. Colors rapidly flying around his small body until it stopped, the river stopped flowing, the wind stopped blowing and all was silent. He titled his head up but no one was there, standing up he shook his body and a soft shimmer flew off him. Okami glanced into the water and saw what his friend at left him. Bright marking that were glowing brighter than any star he had seen. And that is what made Okami different. Not because of his small body, or female like looks, but because of his bright markings that covered his fur.

[r4g4rg]

Username: Three the Neko
Name: Pebble
Gender: Female
Short Story:
Pebble bowed to the other Belldandy, slighty trembling as the ceremony began. It was a tradition where she lived that each person at a certain age would get painted symbols on. Depending on what color your paint was, showed your age and significance. "Blue.." she thought, "I will be painted the color blue, that means I am now at the age of 5. Pebble then sighed, thinking back to the times where she and her mom would go flower picking in the fields. Then she remembered playing hide and seek with her friends, trying to squeeze into a log. "Do you accept the responsibility you are to be given?" Pebble blinked in confusion looking up, but then remembered what was happening, "I do." Cheers rose up from the crowd, as Pebble proudly stood blushing at the crowd...

The End.

[Chasing Dreams]

This was definitely hard to judge, I had to have a lot of the staff help out. We came to a final decision that Jinx. is the winner. Your form had such a cute and heart-warming story. <3

But, there is a runner-up! pterodactyl! We also loved your form, and couldnt make a complete decision, so we decided you deserved a runner-up! Congrats, I will be making her right away :3

[Jinx.]

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name ; Cherokee
ref sheet ; Click!
form ; boop
pronounced ; cher - oh - key
meaning ; the name of a flower
gender ; male
age ; adult
orientation ; pansexual
mate ; currently none
family ; Sylvester (brother)

personality ;
Cherokee's a bit shy and timid, and dislikes loud noises. He's always a bit weary of newcomers at first, giving him an unfriendly appearance. Once you get to know him, however, you'll see he's loyal and friendly once he's warmed up to you. Cherokee is the artistic one, and likes to paint others with markings similar to his own. He is colourblind, however, so it's always interesting to see what he comes up with. He's deathly afraid of fire, and it's one of his worst phobias that the garden bed will catch flames one day.

art ;
coloured by me

[ophanimera]

[muffled pterodactyl roar in distance]

yaaasss
thanks for the RU and congratulations to Jinx.! I really liked their story as well. xux
i may change the gender for the RU after i see it.

[:.Unbroken.:]

Username:
brooooke1234
Name:
caerula cano, Latin for "blue grey"
Gender:
Male
Short Story:
I dodged the oncoming paw with sucsess, but then was attacked for the opposite flank. I fell on the ground in agony, blindly swiping my paws to and fro." Wake up Caerula!"The voice of my sister opened my eyes. Relief coursed through my body, "If everybody's ok, I'm going to go train with the other boys." [i]The boys were training to fight in the oncoming war with men. Another Belldandy tribe was taking no food and water from Caerulas territory. The only difference was the men were painted need, a handprint on their side and a ring around their eye. "Everybody's ok." My sister responded, and a second later, I was dashing off to a clearing in the woods where we would train. I held up against the boys, but being smaller, I was began brutally anyways. I worked hard everyday, trying to beat the boys. I slept slowly rose higher and higher and came home with
Cuts and bruises. Once I miraculously beat Jerome, the second best fighter, a surge a pride coursed through my blood. I went home that day and my sister was crying " I-I-I...don't go!" She stammered. As I asked her what was wrong, she quickly explained, " The war. It's started while you were gone. I'm going to miss you Caerula." She sniffles. I have her a comforting lick and sat with her as we fell asleep.
I looked at the creeping sun. I was saying goodbye to my sister while she was still asleep. I shook my head as a I padded outside to the elder who summoned me. A bucket of paint was at her feet, "Good luck, and sit!" I whined quietly, but obeyed. Paint began to fly and the elder began to grunt what felt like hours later.[\i] "Done." [i]A necklace was placed around my neck and I had a ring around my eye, a few slashes of paint here and there, and a single handprint. I walked over to my dad,"Let's go."