[DragonLoverHere]

Username: DragonloverHere
Parra's name: WIP
Parra's gender: Female
Story (max 2000 words limit): WIP
Parra's song: Nomad Camp by Brandon Fiechter
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[whisky]

I can't finish my form, since my bae is entering for this contest. I'm rooting for her instead. Good luck Nova baby <3

[Emris]

Emris


Farafrah


Male


Love is a Polaroid

I woke to hushed whispers and a streak of bright morning sun across my face. With a wide yawn I rolled over in an attempt to escape the harsh light. I was about to get up when something small crashed into my side with a sharp cry. Startled I sat up to see my little sister, clinging tightly to the thin fabric of my tunic. Her eyes were shut tightly as she pressed her face into my shoulder. “Do you really have to go?” I wrapped my arms around her and put my face into her hair “I do, but remember it won't be for long! And of course I'll be sure to bring back a special surprise for someone. That got her attention and she smiled up at me, her tears almost forgotten. “Really? What will it be?” I chuckled and set her next to me so I could grab my pack and begin filling it with supplies for my journey. “I don't know, you'll just have to wait and see.” I shrugged and turned away from her so she wouldn't see the smile I was failing to hide. “Now shoo so I can finish getting ready!” I poked her stomach and she ran off giggling happily.
With her gone I could finish filling my pack. Despite the fact that I would have to leave my sister for at least two months I was ecstatic, I hadn't been on a trade run in over a year and a half.

I waved until my shoulder ached and the town had long since faded into the distance. My sister would be fine and I'd see her again soon, hopefully with a suitable surprise. Looking out towards the horizon I became extremely thankful that I was traveling with such a large caravan, with so many parras to watch out for potential hazards, and plenty of camels to carry supplies, this journey would be an easy one.

We'd been traveling for exactly two weeks when I woke up to an odd amount of sand in my small tent. I got up quickly and went to the impromptu leader of the caravan, and he dismissed me with an easy laugh, asking me why I was so quick to find a reason to run back home. I laughed with him but couldn't dismiss the uneasy feeling I had in my gut.

It was midday when we first heard it. A subtle rumbling that you could feel in the soles of your boots. We all knew what the noise meant, but the suddenness of it was startling. When no one moved I began to rush up and down the caravan, shouting for everyone to prepare themselves, because we were about to be trapped in largest sand storm I had ever seen.

It hit us roughly, knocking down some and the breath out of others. Despite our preparations none of us was ready for this beast of storm. The wind was screaming in my ears and the sand felt like miniature needles burrowing their way under my skin. Suddenly one of the lead camels bolted and one of the attendant boys ran after it, stumbling blindly through the storm. I watched as he fell face first into the sand. Suddenly another small group of camels rushed away from their masters, attempting to find a better place to wait out the storm. They were picking up speed and heading straight towards the fallen attendant. Without a thought I rushed forwards, picking the boy up by his armpits and began to lead him back to where I assumed my previous hiding place was, all the while sand bombarded us going in my ears and up my nose. I felt a sudden jerk and looked down through the haze of sand to see one of the camels lead ropes wrapped around my ankle. Before I could attempt to free myself I lost my grip on the attendant and was pulled of my feet.

I was dragged through the sand for what seemed like hours, unable to do anymore then grip the rope and brace myself against the sand that continued to rush around me. Eventually I must have fallen unconscious because when I woke up the moon had long since rose. Groaning I tried to remove the sand from my eyes and nose. It felt like I had been trampled by an entire heard of camels. I was suddenly overcome with a fit of coughing and a reached around for my pack, that had somehow remained on despite being dragged through miles of desert. Grabbing one of my water canteens I finished the contents in seconds, sighing happily as the cool water rushed into my stomach and soothed my parched throat. Sitting up I looked over my surroundings and saw exactly what I'd expected, sand.

I traveled until the sun rose, following the stars towards where my map said a small oasis would be waiting. I waited out the day in the shadow of a large sand dune, moving around it when the sun climbed higher in the sky. My throat felt like I hadn't had a drop of water in weeks, my lips were cracked and raw, and there was no escape from the sticky mixture of sand and sweat coated my body. By nightfall I'd emptied another of my canteens and eaten the small amount of food in my pack. I climbed dune after endless dune, convincing myself that it was just one more hill, then another, and another, ignoring the fierce burning in my muscles. When the sun began to creep over the horizon I could have cried at the thought of another day alone under the boiling sun, and I would have if my eyes hadn't been so dry that despite how many times I blinked they never seemed to dampen. I curled up at the base of the largest dune I could find, but even that couldn't shield me from the sun for long. By midday I'd finished my remaining water and was attempting to cover my head with my nearly empty pack. Somehow I managed to fall asleep, or unconscious I was never really sure what happened that afternoon, and when I woke I could smell something on the breeze, something that at that moment I would have done anything for, water.

I got to my feet and began running towards the smell, ignoring my map and common sense. I was close to giving up when a splash of green invaded my blurred vision. Laughing drunkenly I stumbled towards the dot of green amidst an ocean of shimmering sand. The sand slowly gave way to more rocky terrain, which was quickly overtaken by small scrubby bushes. A small lake glimmered in the rising sunlight only feet away, and with a joyful cry I threw myself at it, and hit solid sand.

Screaming in frustration I threw a fistful of sand, then another, and another. Within minutes I was so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open, and I mentally kicked myself for being so naive and reckless. Because of my decisions my sister wouldn't get her surprise, or her older brother back.

A cool cloth on my forehead, whispered voices, commands to drink. I pried my eyes open to see a pair of bright green ones staring down at me. “Where” I croaked, my voice horse. The pretty young parra smiled brightly “A caravan found you a few miles from town and brought you into the city.” After a moment she added “You're very lucky, you could have easily died out there!” “I know” I whispered mostly to myself.

After a week in the city I once again filled my pack and prepared to leave with a new caravan, one heading back towards my home. The parra with bright green eyes waved to me as I slowly began my journey home.

Two weeks and three days later I was walking a familiar road when a small figure barreled into me, knocking me off my feet. “You're home!” She screeched and wrapped her skinny arms around my neck. Laughing I gave her a tight hug, “Yes I am, and guess what?” She looked up at me with wide innocent eyes “My present!?” I told her to close her eyes as I placed a bright new bracelet made of intertwined bands of colored rope with small crystals set evenly throughout its length in her hands. She squealed happily and held the bracelet to her chest “It's perfect! It was definitely worth your trip!” and somehow, seeing the light in my baby sister's eyes as she put on that bracelet, it really was.



Around 1,500 words total
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[Aizui]

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[GressgrinAST]

Username: adventureswordtora
Parra's name: Gryph
Parra's gender: Female
Story (max 2000 words limit):
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Parra's song: 500 Miles by The Proclaimers
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WIP!
If this was my first Parrapup, I would scream.

[Evils]

Username: Evils
Parra's name: Annie Sun
Parra's gender: Female
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wip! <3

[whisky]

Are extras allowed? How about prettying up your form? ^^;

[.Fluffy.]

Are extras allowed? How about prettying up your form? ^^;

Try not to add extras, it's more about the story, but prettying up is fine o:

[fairy king]

Agender | He/him or They/them pronouns | One Jump Ahead

All parras in this story are made up, other than Sin, and 'the dark parra' who is Rovian, owned by Emberthewolf.

“It was tall, taller than any I’d ever seen before. It reached out towards the sky and nearly succeeded in touching the scorching sun that hung high above us. And it was beautiful, made of many different stones that I could only begin to describe and shrouded in red and gold - the colors of life and eternity. It was made of materials that only the rich would own, that much was unmistakable. This was a palace, and only the richest of all dwelled inside of it.

“It was midday, probably the worst time to rob a palace, I’ll admit. But I needed to do it, and I needed to do it right then and there. I knew my plan, I’d go in through the servant’s tunnels, grab the ring, and be out of there before anyone knew what happened. It would be a piece of cake, I was sure of it.

“So there I was, dressed in the normal servant attire, and making my way through the doors with the crowd of servants going about their daily chores. I fit right in, and slipped into the palace with ease. My confidence rose as I walked through the corridors, not a single suspicious eye resting upon me. It was glorious; I was a master of disguise.

“‘Where are you going? All of the servants are needed down in the ballroom to prepare for tonight’s party.’ I zipped around, almost dropping the sheets I was carrying, to face the one who had spoken. ‘The ballroom? I wasn’t informed. I’ll just drop these sheets off and be on my way. Thank you for letting me know.’ I spoke quickly, hoping my answer was acceptable, then turned around and walked as fast as I could in the opposite direction. The one who had spoken watched silently, but didn’t move. I was safe.

“It wasn’t long before I reached the hiding place of my beloved ring; the King’s bedroom. I slipped quietly inside, and shut the door behind me. A quick look around told me I was alone, but I knew I had to act fast if I wanted it to stay that way. Time was not on my side. I dashed to the bedside table and opened the drawer, beginning my search. Inside there were letters and a few pieces of jewelry, but not the ring I was looking for. This ended up being a harder search than I was hoping. I looked in the dresser, under the bed, in the jewelry box; everywhere I could think of, but it wasn’t there. And then a thought occurred to me; what if it wasn’t in the king’s bedroom, but on his finger? I just about collapsed to the floor. Of course my precious ring was being worn by the king at the exact moment I was trying to steal it back. Why wouldn’t it be?

“My entire plan crumbled at once. How on earth would I get a ring off of the king’s finger? It would be nearly impossible. But I wasn’t about to give up. No, I had a mission, and I was going to complete it no matter what. So I shook off the shock, turned toward the door, and headed down to the ballroom with the other servants. At least that would give me some time to think up another plan. I’m no good as a pickpocket, so that was out of the question. But what if I just asked him? I could say I wanted to clean his jewelry before the dance tonight, he’d surely want shiny jewels for the party, wouldn’t he? He’d praise me for such a wonderful idea, and he wouldn’t even know that all I really wanted was the ring. It couldn’t possibly fail.

“Unless I couldn’t find the king… I had stayed in the ballroom with the servants for hours just preparing for this dance, and the king didn’t enter the room even once. It was time to make my escape, to go find the king. If he wouldn’t come to me, I’d just have to go to him. Thankfully the ballroom was crowded, and everyone was busy, so leaving unnoticed wasn’t a difficult task. And honestly, finding the king wasn’t so difficult either. Let’s just say he’s an easy man to run into. And that’s exactly what I did.

“‘My lord! I apologize, I was in such a hurry to get things ready for this party that I wasn’t watching where I was going.’ I bowed for extra measure. ‘Oh! Would you like me to clean your jewelry before the event tonight? They ought to be in pristine condition for this evening, haven’t they? I’d be glad to take some time to polish them up for you.’ I had the most polite smile on my face than any I think I’ve ever had before. But it was worth it, because the king handed over his jewelry; my ring among them.

“But that’s when things got difficult. The king decided to send one of his most trusted servants along with me, to make sure I didn’t mess anything up. I agreed, because otherwise it would have looked suspicious, but I wasn’t sure how I would be able to get out of this one. But of course, like all of the other problems I was faced with, I would figure something out. That’s what I do, is it not?

“The king’s servant escorted me to the polishing room. Yes, they have one of those in the palace, and yes, I am also aware of how strange that really is. But nevertheless, that is where we went. It seems the best place to polish jewelry, correct? I believe so. But no matter how much I thought, I couldn’t figure out how to get rid of the King’s servant. So I went into the room, sat the jewelry on the counter, then picked up my ring and ran for it. I just ran. I burst through the door, and ran straight out of the palace as fast as my legs would carry me.

“Before long, I had all of the palace guards on my tail. But by then, I had already come up with a plan. I dropped the ring to the ground and stepped on it, burying it in the sand just before the guards reached me. Then I turned around, arms up, and faced the crowd of armed soldiers. And I pleaded innocence. 'I have done nothing, I swear!’ But the soldiers obviously didn’t believe me. ‘I just couldn’t take it anymore! The hours are long, the pay is low, and the work is hard! I can’t stand working as a servant for the king! So I ran! I ran away from the palace, and I’ll keep running. I’m never coming back to work for his majesty! I quit!’ The soldiers rolled their eyes at me. ‘Check me! Pat me down, search for stolen items, make sure I’m clean, just please, don’t make me go back to work!’ So they did. The guards checked every inch of me, but they didn’t think to dig in the sand beneath my feet. So I got out of the palace with my precious ring in tow.

“The golden ring that was stolen by thieves and sold to the king.”

Sin held up the ring he spoke of, so his audience could see. At the beginning of his story, he spoke to only a handful of children, but now he was looking out over a crowd. His tales were surely tall ones, but they never failed to bring a smile to the face of children. And his secret? All good stories hold a bit of truth. "Why is the ring so special?" A dark colored parra voiced the question, but many others nodded in agreement, they all wanted to know why Sinbad would do such a crazy thing for a simple ring. Sin laughed, "This ring means virtually nothing to me." The crowd seemed confused by his answer, and thus the dark parra spoke again, "But if the ring means nothing, why go to all the trouble to get it back? What's the point?" That made Sin smile. "What's the point?" he repeated, asking the dark parra in return, "Tell me, have you ever done anything exciting? Something that you knew was crazy, but you did it anyway? What was the point in that? What is ever the point in crazy adventures? Well that's just it! The point, my friend, is to do something crazy and unexpected, something that's probably a bit dangerous, and to get out of it unscathed! The point is in the thrill of the chase, the adventure! The treasure is never the reason, because a reason isn't necessary." The dark parra looked over Sinbad with mysterious green eyes, his expression contorted from thought. "And what happens if you get caught?" Sin laughed, "That's a silly question. I just won't get caught."
"You can't always have your way, you know."
"But I won't get caught."
"Never?"
"Never."
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[dandyLION]

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