[GIGABITE]

dropping out, good luck to everyone else though~

[dinkleberg]

mark!

[Kyo]

Nike
Means ‘victory' in Greek

“My name’s Nike, some call me Nik but I don’t really care. Name’s rant important to me.”

[saturnus]

this is a good frog! nice job!!

[_Odessa_]

Work in Progress!
username;; Odessa
name;; wip
gender;; male?? wip
why were they cursed?;; WIP
art;; WIP

[ryuuhou]

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
Downcast
Ｎａｍｅ
Silas Frog
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
Male
Ｓｏｎｇ
-Click-

Ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｉｍ
Silas Was and still is a very reserved, Rule-abiding and Sweet Kiamara, Always doing what hes told, though when he is given a task, He will comply and try to Outdo himself which may cause some form of Trouble. Hes not all Good, he has his fair share of Problems Like his issue of being a Big Wuss, he will never Ever go near a Haunted house or even look at a Spider without trying to console himself that its OK. Silas doesn't mind being called out for being different (Well as a Good thing at-least), But getting swatted at and Being yelled at is a little to much.

Ｗｈｙ ｗａｓ Ｈｅ Ｃｕｒｓｅｄ?
Silas was Cursed because he Didn't Heed his father words, He got caught in the Wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up with a nasty curse.


Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｈｏｗ ｉｔ ａｌｌ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ
Silas was out to get his father some Mushrooms, He stumbled upon a Path that was cleared not to long ago, a path deep in the Swamp Farther Than he has ever gone. Though he was scared by the darkness and was told not to go to Into that Portion in the Forest, But he Some how was compelled to do so, Despite his fathers warnings, It must have been those awful Hormones he was feeling. He walked down the Narrow path, and as he went further, he glanced back and saw a garbled mess of Vines that slowly devouring the path behind him, He knewthere was no Turning back now. After a Hour of none-stop walking, his paws grew Weary and as did his eyes.

He looked back one last time before his legs went out, What he saw was something Never seen by any Kia's Eye! A Large Beaked Creature who was draped in a Moldy Shall. Silas struggled to Keep moving, While trying his hardest Not pee himself out of fear. he ran as fast as he could, But didn't get far, He tripped over his own feet and Fell right down onto a large tree root that was protruding out of the ground. Silas Curled up into a ball after his fall, Weeping and remembering What his father said about the Swamp, And Now He was going to die being stupid. Silas Heard a Dark and raspy Laughter above him, then before he could react, he was hit with a large wooden staff.

Ｉｔ ｓｅｅｍｅｄ ｓｏ ｇｒｉｍ ｆｏｒ Ｍｒ. ｆｒｏｇ! ｏｈ ｈｏｗ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｈｅ ｂｅ ｓｏ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ!

When he Awoke from being Clobbered with a Staff, he found himself in a strange Tree House, Vines were pouring in through the cracks along with Nasty Bugs that were all a blue and green Hue. Silas didn't seem to be tied up or anything, He was free to Roam and escape! but where too, he pondered. He got up with a strong pain below his Knee, but that didn't stop him from being curious. He limped around looking at everything that was Hung up, stuffed in cupboards and that laid around, he crept into another room looking for the exit, but only find what seemed like a treasure room, it was filled with a assortment of Precious Metals and Jewels. There were crowns and armor!, Rings and gem incrusted socks! and Even a Golden Toilet! Silas couldn't believe his eyes! He dove Right into the mounds of Rarities, forgetting all the pain he once had.

After maybe a hour he bumped into a Golden Chest, it was much darker than the rest of the gold, so he could only of guessed it was some sort of fools gold. Silas Searched for something that could pop open the chest, and in a matter of minutes he found a key on a shelf near the chest, what a convince He thought to himself. He popped Open the chest and suddenly a monstrous Roar was let out, Shaking the entire tree! A dark stringy being stepped out of the Open chest, it surveyed the Room, then looking at Silas, who had relived himself before the Lengthy apparition. It Groaned, and grabbed hold of the little Kia's head, slowly taking his face right off! But in a sudden burst, the Bird-like Creature interrupted the Monster, it took out a Magical staff of some-sort and cast a spell to make the Noodle Monster Disintegrate before Silas. the Bird Witch Stood before Silas and Spoke to him in a Low Droning Voice, It asked for his name. Silas, Who was Shaking in fear, Replied to The creature, quietly saying Frog.

The bird witch looked towards him and pointed out its staff with its long, wrinkly Fingers, It was aimed at Silas! And with a few ancient words spoken from its Beak, a green and Black projectile hurled towards Silas and quickly struck him in the chest. Silas yelled in agony as his fur slowly became greasy and his Vision blurred. The Witch grabbed the nape of his neck and dragged him outside and threw him a couple of feet, Right into a Particular smelly Puddle. He tried to stand and rush towards the witch out of anger, but his legs bent and he toppled over. Silas Laid quietly in the puddle trying to configure his thoughts. He dragged his behind out of the puddle and Looked at himself in the murky water, First he noticed the dim yellow eyes that looked right at him then the green and slimy hair. He realized that what he saw was him, His first thoughts that ran through his mind were "will my family recognize me?" Silas Pouted and Stood up, Trying to keep his Balance, He escorted himself to a safer and Dryer place or, well, A cave.

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[tiints]

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[Blitz.]

Possible Reserve!

[icseal]

dropping out, good luck to others!!

[labradude]

≫ username ;
______flabradoodle.
≫ name ;
______westley.
≫ gender ;
______male.

≫ why he was cursed ;

______the year westley was born, the most talented potion maker in the world was, in fact, his parent. they lived in a small straw-roofed hut on the outskirts of a great kingdom, and many people knew of their name. people would urgently pound on their door often. sometimes for love potions, other times to cure an illness. but "mop," as young westley called them, would only make the elixirs for those who needed them, who were sincere and true to their word.

______then it all changed when one day, a day westley will never forget, a rival master of brewing knocked on the shaky wooden door of their hovel. the witch often boasted of her impeccable tactics, but in fact often came to mop for help, or even a completely new potion. today, it was far beyond that, for one could not simply make a draught of immortality appear within a day.



______let's skip all the drama and conclude that it did not go well.
furiously, mop gathered all their worst pre-made potions and began to work. westley sat nearby, watching them intently, as they mixed black brews and green brews, hissing ones and ones that smelled hideous. he did indeed wonder what they were doing, but never asked, instead refilling their tea cup and occasionally offering some bit of snack he was eating. this continued all night, until finally mop raised their hands and shouted in victory. "it is done! westley, put it into a bottle. i'm going to bed."

______and so the young kia did as he was told, frightened but still not speaking a word. the potion bubbled and hissed in the cauldron, illuminating a frog-like green. he picked up the ladle and carefully scooped in the appropriate amount, but he was a clumsy boy, and it dripped all over the side of the bottle. the ladle was dropped into the cauldron, and he glanced at the sleeping mop before licking off the excess potion.

______things began to change immediately. everything was tingling at first, then it started to hurt. westley couldn't see, he couldn't feel, smelling was out of his mind, and the last thing he heard was his very own body falling and thumping on the ground.



______when he awoke, it was all at once. everything came back to him, and he sat up immediately. it was light outside, rays of sunshine dotting in through the two windows in their hovel. mop heard him breathing heavily and turned from even more potion brewing, looking at westley with concern and sadness. the young boy began to tear up. upon seeing this, mop quickly hurried over, embracing him in their arms. "dearest son, i have turned you into a frog, and i fear there is no cure."

______he pulled away a bit, looking at his paws and wiggling his claws. he felt no different, aside from a light headache. "s'okay. fwogs good." he said. westley, at that moment, did not understand the curse that had just been put on him. and then there was a knock on the door, but nor did he understand that things were about to change forever.

______mop got up from the bed, leaving westley tucked inside it, his wide yellow eyes barely peeking out from the covers. they opened the door to reveal the purple witch and a buff, scary stranger who neither of them had seen before. both of them peered out from either side of mop, looking at the potion and grinning. then the witch's eyes averted to westley, and she remembered that he was not always a frog, and there were no other potions out. but she did not yet speak.

______slowly, they entered, and mop presented the bottle to the pair. the witch's friend plopped a bag packed full of coins, five hundred to be exact, on the table. the witch grabbed the potion and raised the bottle to her nose, inhaling deeply. she made a ribbiting noise, and her head spun to look at westley. "imposter!" she screamed. "it's fake!" with that, she threw the bottle at mop, whipping out her wand and casting a death spell upon him.

all at once, everything happened.
the strong man yelled. the witch yelled.
westley screamed.

and mop fell.

westley entered a town still at a run, breathing heavily, his eyesight blurred by the tears that wouldn't stop. he still refused to believe that mop was hurt. they would be okay, and they would find him, and everything would be okay. he kept telling himself this until he ran straight into the biggest, fluffiest, most beautiful kiamara he had ever seen. blinking up, westley saw him and his glistening crown. they were both smiling. and then a paw reached out from the audience and yanked westley in, pounding his head into the ground. "you idiot!" someone snarled. "show respect for your king!" and it let go.

the boy got to his feet and ran.
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hours later, when the sky was turning orange and clouds swirled calmly in the sky, and westley's paws hurt so much that he felt he could walk no longer, he heard the giggling of a little girl. he rounded the corner of the dirt path he had been following and saw her pouncing on a light pink butterfly, the same shade as her beautiful coat. he stepped forward and she turned, looking at him with stunning blue eyes, and because he had learned his lesson, he lowered his head and knelt on the ground. he bowed to his princess.


now at five years old, westley has found a city that he likes very much. he hasn't grown much since the incident, and spends his nights sleeping in alleyways, and his days stealing food and trinkets, jumping over rooftops and vendors, and listening to stories. sometimes he likes to imagine that he is a pirate, other times a king, and occasionally even a werewolf. and so he hopes and searches and waits for the day that he finds his princess, and mop comes back, and then they can live happily ever after.

silent stare
westley likes to sit in crowds and listen to others tell stories. sometimes he stares at one person, sometimes at a bunch of people. he doesn't talk because he doesn't feel like there's anything needed to say. one of his favorite stories is of the dread pirate roberts, who never leaves a single man alive in his tracks through the sea.
[size=85]all above art except the pixels and green potion bottle were by me!

happy times by jinx.[/size]