[Alkene]

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.

Will post official contest once all makoatls are posted. You may mark.

Ends Monday at 6 PM EST. Short writing contest. The theme is "Fire". you can write anything revolving around it and brownie points if it has to do with the makoatl. No extras/prettying up.

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[Calder]

Wow, they're gorgeous
Ah, I might have to drop out actually

[delani]

Username: Alei
Name: Aiden
Gender: Male
Writing piece [ 500 words or under]:
Ah, fire. A fine sliver of the fervent will of nature itself.

Uncontrollable, hot as a red-hot branding iron, it should be something then sends one tumbling in fear, scrambling for an escape.
Instead, they are stood around, gawked at, tempted into consuming the air right out of one's lungs.

Almost like a prisoner. A marionette of a tiny, living dancer.

Aiden watched the show with a reserved look, thoughts closed as the strings led the clunky, wooden figures with an almost beastly sense of creativity. Up, down, look to the side, collapse. Disgusting. There was no feeling, no connection to the dancing figures- if that was even the term for whatever movements the pieces of wood were procuring. With a sigh, Aiden got to his feet, turning his back to the dimly-lit stage of the small puppetry theatre and walking to the door.

He had come to a conclusion about the works- they were simply for the benefit of amusing small children while gleaning out the gold from the pitiful crowds. Here he was, trying to find an honest living for himself in the city of love, and yet all he came across were schmoozings and schemes, ways to rip out coins from the curious passing folk's hands as they stood. Was there no place or work that made his dream of finding a pure way of life true? He had thought it would be easy. His family, so disappointed at first- (what a skill to be had, dear goodness! Why craftsmanship, of all things! Whatever a life to be lived as one such as that!) had slowly grown warm to Aiden's dream. After all, it was what drove him day in and day out, the passion that lay deep within his heart. Go to Paris! they had said, I am sure you will find the apprenticeship that you have always dreamed about.

Of course, Aiden's biggest problem was that he, well, wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do. All he knew was that he wanted to use his hands and make as much happiness as he could.

So when he, after leaving the scam of a puppetry theatre, came across the heat of a glassmaking shop, he thought not much off it. After all, he could only see the back of a burly man and the ring of a hammer- certainly not making happiness there.

He continued walking, already beginning to sweat from the flames deep within. Turning his face to the side to mop a bead of salty-wetness from his forehead, he paused, eyes widening as his eyes caught on the window to the shop. A glass bowl, fire-formed and fitted, lay resting on the shelf. Beautiful.

Suddenly, the heat made sense. Aiden could only imagine the licks of fire molding the creation that lay before him. The dancing flames, like kisses of heat, using their hands to embrace it.

For flame kindles and molds beauty, the love of the earth.

Aiden had found his future.

[Firnen+Saphira]

Username: Softballpup12
Name: Firnen
Gender: Male
Writing piece [382 words!]:

The crystal flames flickered in the wind. The ashes stirred with Firnen's breath. Firnen breathed deeply and tried to relax. There was something terribly wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He shook his head. He must be being paranoid. Firnen stared into the burning flames. He stared as intently as possible until he felt as if the flames could swallow him. He looked deeper yet. He concentrated and felt the wind grow stronger. The flames started to swirl until they formed a massive image. He watched as they formed into a flaming battlefield. Firnen heard shrieks pierce the frigid air. Shouts were heard as he watched fiery horses gallop across the battle field with their galant fire knights upon their backs. Firnen gasped as he watched the two flaming armies combine. He knew that's what they were. He stared intently as they slashed and stabbed at one another. There was a single rider who stood out from the rest. He couldn't be touched. Men would try to cut him but their flaming swords bounced off of his burning skin, almost as if it were metal. He stared in awe a the soldier slashed and stabbed his way through the mob. He was a fearsome warrior of fire. This man was fire. He burned his way through the men as if he were truly on flame, well, he was! A deep, commanding voice spoke from above.
"That is Achilles. He was a brave man, but, he was killed by his own arrogance. You mustn't let it happen to you. The battle will be fought again, but, against much more dangerous foes. You will lead. You will be the new Achilles, Firnen. Just, don't let your pride get the best of you." The voice whispered in his ears. It felt like the wind was speaking directly to him. He felt a gust of wind blow through the gloomy glade. It pushed the fire away and where the vast battle field had once been, a small pile of ash lay, as if there were just a small sparkthat lit some leaves.. Firnen felt a gust of wind blow him over. The voice spoke again. "Remember Achilles, Firnen." It hissed and then was gone. Firnen looked around. He knew what this meant now. He was the new hero, and soon the battle of Troy would be fought again.

[sparkle'd]

mark

[Luscinia]

Username: Lioncourt

Name: Kindle

Gender: Cisgender Male

Writing piece [ 500 words or under]:

Air was forced in and out of his mouth, his chest tight with anxiety. There was no guarantee this little plan would work, not even a guarantee that he could survive. A teenaged Makoatl followed just behind. She appeared so innocent, it was hard to believe it was her who wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting village last week. The robbing of everything valuable, and the murder of a young man. The villagers were strongly convinced that she was possessed by the devil. They insisted she be killed.

The girl caught up to his side, glancing up at the taller male. "You seem worried about something." Hyde remarked, a questioning look spread across her face.

"I'm worried about vengeful animals roaming around here. I am a notorious hunter, after all." He gave a nervous laugh. Hyde was not convinced. One could only hope she would go along with everything, and be lead right into the trap.

Just ahead was a ring of gasoline, and if he's able to lead her right into the center, the villagers planned to set that ring on fire. The duo trekked down the hill, and eventually reached the planned destination. The smell of gasoline was covered with the scent of flowers and pine. "This is where your friend promised to meet you." It hurt to manipulate her like this. The one Makoatl that was able to befriend Hyde had died of tuberculosis just a few months back, but she didn't know that.

Hyde looked around, but she didn't expect a ring of fire to trap her. A terrified shriek erupted from behind the towering flames, the tips lapping hungrily at the sky. Chills ran across Kindle's spine, every hair on his body beginning to raise. He sucked in a deep breath. No, he couldn't bare to stoop down to this girl's level. He charged into the flames, snatching up Hyde by the scruff, and darting through the forest. Hyde hacked and wheezed, coughing out the smoke that traveled to her lungs. Kindle ran harder than he could remember.

The darkness of the pine forest broke into the light of day. The scent of smoke still stung in his nose. He dropped Hyde and hunched over to catch his breath. Hyde staggered to her paws, glaring at Kindle accusingly. "You lied to me!" She snapped, flashing the very teeth that sunk into the skin of that young man last week. It felt like the flames still glistened in her eyes.

"You're alive and that's all that matters. Now go, far away from here. I'll be going with you, to make sure you stay out of trouble."

Hyde roared back at him. "How can I trust you?!"

He loomed over her and looked her in the eye. "Who else do you have to trust?"

[Hyde is owned by me]

[Alkene]

contest up.

[leafless willow]

Username: Rameiku
Name: Vairntu "Vair"
Gender: Female
Writing piece [ 500 words or under; (217 words)]:

Fire.. The beautiful mystery of the elements. Vair has worked her whole life on figuring out this mysterious element, from the youngest age, she had risen up like a resurrected flame time and time again, to realize a new truth, of fire. The mysterious flames had mesmerized her from a young age, capturing her attention with a burst of blue flame, she realized, this was what she wanted to know about, this is her passion!

Now Vair has no special powers with flames, that would be impossible she isn't a fire-bender. Vair just knows the ins and outs of the flames, how to make them spark or flame up, and she knows how they think, smoking out knowledge at her left and right, telling her the stories of the ancients and their uses of fire. Customs that otherwise would have been lost forever, had been included in her daily flame reading.

One day, Vair had been looking at an enemy who hated her flames through her flames and found that she could see the enemy's name through them! Vair was astonished, nothing she had ever found before even compared to this discovery! She spoke up in an eerie voice and said "Marutiako, leave now or face the power of the Flames!" And then, no more was known.

As the fire sizzled and popped, one young Mako smiled, a light smile, as she wandered off, continuing her path of danger and mystery.

[quisicorazon]

Username: Okumura Rin
Name: Ignis
Gender: Male
Writing piece [ 500 words or under]:
Fire. The world was made of pure, red fire. All Ignis could see was the fire consuming everything he knew. The screams, oh, the screams! The screams of those being bitten by the fire. His mother, father, pack-brother and sisters, all being eaten, by the fire.

Ignis woke up shaking. He had been dreaming again. He shook his head and moaned. The images kept flashing around in his head: blood everywhere, screams all around, and most of all, his family, getting devoured by the fire. A tear ran down his face. He bowed his head, trying to clear his mind.
He got up slowly, tears streaming down his face. As he went out of the cave, he looked at the morning sky, and howled. He howled for all his friends who died, his pack-mates and specially for his family. He stopped howling and headed of to hunt.
He couldn’t hunt, he was too distracted for what had happened 2 moons ago. Whenever he was about to get his prey, images of his dead pack came rushing into his mind, making his decide not to kill his prey, thinking that the animal’s family didn’t deserve what he had gone through.

With his ears down and tail low, he returned to his cave, without food. He would starve if he didn’t hunt something, but, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He lay down by the mouth of the cave, laying his head on his front paws. He looked at the sky, drifting off to sleep.



He woke up with a start, smelling smoke. Oh no. Ignis staggered to his feet and looked around. Fire, all around him. He looked for an escape root, but didn’t find one. He panicked. Fire. The fire who had killed his pack had now come to him. He stayed there, paralyzed, not being able to move. He felt his fear get over him and control him. He began backing away into the cave, getting deeper and deeper.
As he got to the end of the cave, he looked at the fire, coming towards him. At his final moments, he seemed relaxed, which surprised him. He didn’t fear the fire anymore, and he felt relieved it had come, for he could now join his fellow pack-mates and family. He stood there smiling, as the fire curled around him, embracing him in her warm and deadly embrace.

(400 words)

[prince.]

Username: Prince.
Name: Fervor
Gender: Male
Writing piece [473 words exactly!]:
Flames licked around Fervor’s paws, crawled up his legs and across his underfur and sides, filling him with the smoke and power it held. His heart raced in his ears, filling his head with the desperate pounding of the hot blood racing around his body, the blood that kept him alive. He could feel the change, feel the newfound confidence he now held.

Fervor lifted his head, lifted his spirits. He felt it. The desire. The passion. The simple urge to do something, to create something new for himself. To live. He wanted to live, to become legendary. He was an entity in a boundless universe, one with endless corners and new lands waiting to be discovered. Oceans stood between him and his goals, the large, vast oceans of the unknown. Water could put his fire out, but he wouldn’t let it.

The Makoatl narrowed his eyes and flicked his tail back and forth, letting the warm feeling gently seep through him, into his veins and finally into his heart. Fire was an element that was unstoppable if used in the right way, and one could harness it’s power to give them confidence and an unshaking love, just like the flames that rose and rose, consuming all in their way.

All of the others claimed that fire was their enemy. That it destroyed and rose far above them, harmful and fierce. Fervor was perhaps the only one who realised that fire was what you made of it, and would always be. He lifted one paw up, tilting his head to the side as well. To everybody else, there were no flames to be seen. However, to Fervor, flames were everywhere. They were in a mother’s love, in a new-born’s first steps. They were present when two makoatls fought, and even more present when two fell in endless love.

Fire was what kept you warm. It was the happiness in your heart and in your head when you met the makoatl for you. It was the unshakable feeling of completion. That strangely satisfying feeling of perfection, of being safe and content with your life. Fervor wanted to feel like that someday, too. Then he would be able to say that he fully understood fire. Perhaps only then he would realise that fire wasn’t just a fierce force of nature, but it was tender and passionate and wrapped everybody up in its loving arms, nurturing the living and caring for the dead. It was the true ruler of life, the true mother nature.

Fire scorched and burned the hearts of many, causing them to flee from it’s bright, hot flames. Fervor had learned that it must be kindled and harnessed to help, and he knew that fire was not an enemy, but a friend. A friend that lights the way in the darkest of times.