[Celozon]

A Rioji is a weasel-like creature with long, bendy ears and a huge lengthy tail. Rioji's use these strong, flexible tails to grab faraway objects, climb, and to defend themselves, and most improtantly for warmth. Occasionally, they have fun and jump around, using their tails as springs. Humans particularly like these tails because they give great hugs! Riojis are very friendly, non aggressive creatures. They can be found nearly anywhere, and their tails make them easy to find. A Rioji's diet consists of mostly plants, but they also enjoy meat as snacks. Do you have the patience to call one of these your own?

That little weird confusing thing next to the head is my attempt to explain without words what those markings around its mouth look like when its mouth is showing or open. They are kinda stitch-like markings, as shown in this picture. Three above, three below, they are spaced between each other and don't line up when the mouth is closed.

Owned by Ex-Dee

Name: Argento
Gender: Male
Poem:
"Onyx eyes, burning darkly,
Hides his bright spirit,
That hides his white soul,
That otherwise is shown starkly,
Through the actions, They tell.

They tell of his sacrifice,
Of his flaws that brought it around,
Of his sharp toothed temper,
Curved by his stubbornness,
That made him pay the price.
His Sacrifice.

They try to find information,
Of where he could be,
Of what his is doing,
Dodging lies, and webs of fabrication,
His leaving causing devastation.

They want to know.
They know they shouldn't.
His own fault, but they miss him.
With quick tooth, sharp tongue, he had defended,
Saying curiosity lead him to the vault,
And hardheadedness caused him to cross the iron fences.
But there was no excuse, no flag of truce,
to stop the consequences

So, his family, They tell,
To their young,
Of the one whose eyes were like a ink-well,
Whose bright spirit, love and bravery was often unsung.
And as a warning, the tale of him was hung.
The moral,
The think about the consequences,
The reactions,
After any heard, seen or done malefactions."
Other; ehh, I don't like any of my poems, but it's better then nothing! He has such a lovely palette.

[.Red.]

...
Name: Cleveland
Gender: Male
Story, Poem, or Art: Cleveland walked quietly down the dimly lit street. He had his headphones on and was currently listening to Die Together by New Politics. Cleveland LOVES rock music. He strolled silently onward, slightly bobbing his head to the beat and mouthing the words:
All the things I said and done
Lost forever
Watch it all come crashing down
We'll die together
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down we'll die together
All the things are said and done
Now you're gonna burn.
Man, did he love that song. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew and swished all the leaves and sand into Cleve's face. He grumpily spit out sand and tiny leaf fragments, cursing under his breath. He stumbled a little, barely catching himself from falling, and he stomped all the way home.
Once home, he plopped down on his couch to start a nice episode on Supernatural. He was on season 8 and so close to finishing. He clicked on the TV and pressed play on his recorded event. 'This is a nice ending.' He thought.
Other: I'm so glad I get a chance to adopt a Rioji!
They truly are a wonderful species!
Thank you for this chance,
and I do hope I win the lovely boy!
.Red.
♥

[whisky]

Name: I would name him Banjo ;w;
Gender: He is a Male. c:
Story, Poem, or Art:
I can't decide if I want to choose poems or art ;n;
Poooeeemmm tiimeee :D

Down, down, down.
I'm swirling to the bottom.
The light ignites my path,
but I've lost my way.
Twirling, and spinning all around,
Down, down, down.
I feel like this earth is ripping away my touch.
Down, down, down I've fallen.
Though I musen't give up,
The fight still stands.
Oh, give me the strength to stand?
I'll spread my wings.
I'll fly up, up, up.
Away, away, away,
Far, far, away.

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[Fukase]

Name: Shen
Gender: Male
Story, Poem, or Art:
My Poem:
Quietly he walks down his own shadowed paths,
He always walks alone and he never laughs,
Slowly and slowly he gets by,
Full of sorrow and always with a sigh,
And sometimes he might even lie,
You can always see a bit of sadness and fear in his eye.
~kitty09337

Real Poems:
Mother To Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So, boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps.
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now—
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
~Langston Hughes

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost

[foxxbreath]

Name:
Exuro, Latin for 'Burn'
Gender:
Male
Story, Poem, or Art:

[waterstar.]

username; Waterstar2002
name; Jack
art;

[altiora]

Name: Argento
Gender: Male
Poem:
"Onyx eyes, burning darkly,
Hides his bright spirit,
That hides his white soul,
That otherwise is shown starkly,
Through the actions, They tell.

They tell of his sacrifice,
Of his flaws that brought it around,
Of his sharp toothed temper,
Curved by his stubbornness,
That made him pay the price.
His Sacrifice.

They try to find information,
Of where he could be,
Of what his is doing,
Dodging lies, and webs of fabrication,
His leaving causing devastation.

They want to know.
They know they shouldn't.
His own fault, but they miss him.
With quick tooth, sharp tongue, he had defended,
Saying curiosity lead him to the vault,
And hardheadedness caused him to cross the iron fences.
But there was no excuse, no flag of truce,
to stop the consequences

So, his family, They tell,
To their young,
Of the one whose eyes were like a ink-well,
Whose bright spirit, love and bravery was often unsung.
And as a warning, the tale of him was hung.
The moral,
The think about the consequences,
The reactions,
After any heard, seen or done malefactions."
Other; ehh, I don't like any of my poems, but it's better then nothing! He has such a lovely palette.

[Celozon]

Just a reminder that this is ending tomorrow, so if you have a WIP form it would be a good idea to finish it!

[serl]

Name:Lava
Gender:Male
Story, Poem, or Art:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Candy is so sweet,
Just like you.

[Celozon]

The winner for this Rioji is Ex-Dee! It was a really beautiful poem and I really enjoyed it ^.^