[tenturo]

A Luxiat is an owl-like dragon, carrying features of both species. They're naturally compassionate creatures, ranging in size from around the size of a boxer to the size of a german shepherd. Partially domesticated, they're not always kept as pets, but it's not uncommon for them to find a happy home in the hands of skilled owners!



hiya! this is my first luxiat and i really hope you like it!
basic palette inspo; x
i won't do too many [as i am a ghost artist] but i really hope you like the designs i put up!

no other edits were brought to this luxiat.
rarity; standard

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to win this luxiat, write a short story about what all she does in her free time! i will be judging on creativity, grammar should be mostly correct but mistakes are fine c;
you have a 500 word limit.

Ends; Friday, November 3rd, at 5:00 PM CST.

Extensions may be given if requested.



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[b]Luxiat Name;[/b]
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[b]Short Story;[/b] Maximum of 500 words



[Vixen Luo]

mark
- res with calligraphy

[stormzien]

mark

[serotonin.]

Woah Tenturo I'm in love, that design is gorgeous <3

[tenturo]

Woah Tenturo I'm in love, that design is gorgeous <3

hnngg thank you wrathia <33 i was a bit hesitant about it but i'm glad you like!

[azhdarchid]

Username; Blupcretia
Luxiat Name; Nacre
Gender; female
Short Story; She sells sea shells by the sea shore! Er, when it's put that way it doesn't sound very exciting, but it is for Nacre. Every day and every night as the sun rises and and as it sets, she walks along the shore and combs the soft sand for the beautiful shells. When she's collected a large variety, she heads back to her home and the real fun begins: she paints the shells, she glues the shells, she strings the shells into jewelry; Nacre has a myriad of ways to turn them into works of art that she later puts up for sale.

[eltonn]

Username; save seedcakes
Luxiat Name; Lora Clawhauz
Gender; Female
Short Story; 469/500

she looks for her brother
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The water tasted like mud, but that was nothing new to the lone traveler. Her pale tongue dipped into the puddle, carrying the life-giving commodity into her jaws. She knew it was probably teeming with bacteria, but Lora had to risk it. She hadn't run across water for almost 36 hours, and her throat was burning. The colorful luxiat paused her drinking, sitting next to the puddle and curling her tail over her paws. Lora peered at her murky reflection, noting the dust that was caked around her muzzle, eyes, and ears. An image flashed in her mind, of a plate thrown against the wall and shattering on the floor. Angry shouts accompanied the smashed ceramic, and she could hear the hurried footsteps of two young siblings escaping through an unlocked window and vaulting into the sky. Their panicked breathing rattled in her skull.

That was four years ago. No matter how long it had been, the memory was still fresh in Lora's mind. A familiar emotion flared in her chest. Determination. She would find her brother again, no matter the consequences.

A breeze blew past, carrying with it a scent that Lora recognized. Her head shot up. The delicate, sweet daffodil smell mixed with hard stone quarry and a small infusion of basil...she knew that scent. Lora bolted from her spot near the puddle, forgetting the use of her wings as her legs pumped against the ground.

Yes! There it was! The small hut that the two of them had shared during the cold winter months of their first year! Judging by the state of the garden, someone had been tending to it. "Sling! It's Lora! I've found you! I've finally f-ou...!" Overcome with emotion, her words were cut off by a sob of relief. Fat tears welled in her eyes as Lora neared the hut.

She slowed down. Something wasn't right. Her brother hadn't burst out to greet her. And then the deafening silence hit her. No birds sang. No brooks bubbled. Not even the breeze made a noise as it passed through the gorge. Now that Lora was closer, she could see that the garden had several months worth of weeds choking the daffodils and basil. A window in the hut was broken. The door was hanging from one hinge, and the knob was missing. Whoever had gotten here before her hadn't cared to care for it. A sinking feeling dragged her belly to the ground. Sling hadn't returned here since they had left it together, and surely not alone after their seperation.

The tears that had moments ago been of joy transitioned into ones of pain. Lora's jaws gaped in a soundless wail. Her brother was not here.

And until she found him, she was totally and utterly alone.

[tenturo]

boop. ends in 2 days!

[tenturo]

ends in approx. 24 hrs!
please have all forms submitted/complete by then!

[tenturo]

Username; save seedcakes
Luxiat Name; Lora Clawhauz
Gender; Female
Short Story; 469/500

she looks for her brother
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The water tasted like mud, but that was nothing new to the lone traveler. Her pale tongue dipped into the puddle, carrying the life-giving commodity into her jaws. She knew it was probably teeming with bacteria, but Lora had to risk it. She hadn't run across water for almost 36 hours, and her throat was burning. The colorful luxiat paused her drinking, sitting next to the puddle and curling her tail over her paws. Lora peered at her murky reflection, noting the dust that was caked around her muzzle, eyes, and ears. An image flashed in her mind, of a plate thrown against the wall and shattering on the floor. Angry shouts accompanied the smashed ceramic, and she could hear the hurried footsteps of two young siblings escaping through an unlocked window and vaulting into the sky. Their panicked breathing rattled in her skull.

That was four years ago. No matter how long it had been, the memory was still fresh in Lora's mind. A familiar emotion flared in her chest. Determination. She would find her brother again, no matter the consequences.

A breeze blew past, carrying with it a scent that Lora recognized. Her head shot up. The delicate, sweet daffodil smell mixed with hard stone quarry and a small infusion of basil...she knew that scent. Lora bolted from her spot near the puddle, forgetting the use of her wings as her legs pumped against the ground.

Yes! There it was! The small hut that the two of them had shared during the cold winter months of their first year! Judging by the state of the garden, someone had been tending to it. "Sling! It's Lora! I've found you! I've finally f-ou...!" Overcome with emotion, her words were cut off by a sob of relief. Fat tears welled in her eyes as Lora neared the hut.

She slowed down. Something wasn't right. Her brother hadn't burst out to greet her. And then the deafening silence hit her. No birds sang. No brooks bubbled. Not even the breeze made a noise as it passed through the gorge. Now that Lora was closer, she could see that the garden had several months worth of weeds choking the daffodils and basil. A window in the hut was broken. The door was hanging from one hinge, and the knob was missing. Whoever had gotten here before her hadn't cared to care for it. A sinking feeling dragged her belly to the ground. Sling hadn't returned here since they had left it together, and surely not alone after their seperation.

The tears that had moments ago been of joy transitioned into ones of pain. Lora's jaws gaped in a soundless wail. Her brother was not here.

And until she found him, she was totally and utterly alone.

Congrats! so sorry for the delay in judging, been a little overwhelmed lately, but goodness i loved your story. <33
she's all yours! i'll add you to the drawing!