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AndriaMorningstar [2017-05-24 22:58:59 +0000 UTC]

Who ended up winning?

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patilly100 [2017-05-21 03:42:16 +0000 UTC]

A spider and owl meet at a tree and fall in love, no matter their differences. They proclaim their love to another...

The spider has woven a beautiful web in the chilly air. The owl perches upon the tree and, taking notice, wonders who could have made the mysterious, shimmering lines of grace and beauty.

Owl:

"Wherefore, wherefore, hast this marvel proceeded? It is marvelous- quite marvelous! It is needed to be heeded."

The spider looked up at the sound of his voice, pleased with his thoughts on the works of her labor. Indeed, when she sees him, she is smitten herself. His feathers are a luxurious, thick and yet soft white.

Spider:

"Oh, oh! It was me, don't you see? Here I am, and this is my tree. I must admit that I envy your feathers. My web will not ever catch such wonders in this weather!"

The owl looked fondly from the glittering web to the gorgeous insect.

Owl:

"Then, then, hear me again! Your web is quite marvelous- stunning, it's obvious! Though you may never in nature catch a thing so divine, I will heed your desire and merge your artwork with mine!"

And so, the owl graciously plucked a feather from his plumage, and carefully placed it into the web. Although the owl and spider could never be together, the feather, trapped by the web, would display their forbidden love for... well. As the narrator of this story, I hope that you are familiar with the phrase 'Love works in mysterious ways'. Thus, the tree that the web had been secured to was magic. It was touched by this display of uncanny but undying love at first sight. It didn't want their sign to fade away... thus, the tree sacrificed its form, merging with the web and feather to create a small, soft-feathered and silent creature. It was a mix of all three who witnessed the tale of love... and it would forever roam the forests, searching for a love story that was so endearing as the owl and the spider.

Its name? Well, the tree had never given itself a name, nor found a need for one. However, after the event of transformation, it had decided... Trinity. The owl, the spider, and the tree.

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patilly100 [2017-05-21 03:18:49 +0000 UTC]

AAAAGH NO! I FORGOT ABOUT THIS AND I HAD WRITTEN A STORY ABOUT IT AND FORGOT TO POST IT AAAAAAaaa

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MsMario317 [2017-05-21 02:06:28 +0000 UTC]

Name: Frotoia
Bio: Frotoia wasn't always a creature of the ice lands. Once upon a time, he was a little human boy. His parents fell on hard times so they sent him out to find firewood, or so he thought. Turns out they had sent him to his demise. A blizzard rushed into the ice lands quickly. Killing little Frotoia. When Frotoia awoke, he returned home with the firewood only to be chased back into the woods from which he came. They saw a monster. Not a little boy. He came across an iced over lake, flinching back in fear when he noticed his strange appearance. Noticing the figure in the ice was him soon after, he broke down. He sobbed and let out a mighty wale of sorrow. He stopped his loud crying and resorted to sniffling when a snow owl and albino deer approached him. "Why do you weep oh sweet child of the ice mother?" The owl asked. Frotoia frowned a bit a this, instantly he was reminded of the tales that the ice mother was in. She'd steal the souls of unborn children and would mold them into hideous beasts of the woods." She did this to me?! Why?! I was just collecting firewood for ma and pa!" He shouted at the owl in particular. The deer then spoke." Child, your parents abandoned you. Only those who wish to get rid of something send the innocent into these woods. Ice mother saved you from death so that you may live a full life, not cut short by the hunter's knife of fate." After this encounter, Frotoia found the ice mother. She lived in an a cave filled with ice flowers that looked like beautiful pieces of blown glass. He got his answers and then became the soul protector of the woods. If children were abandoned in the woods, he would dawn a cloak to hide his inhuman form. He'd escort them through the woods, soon coming to a town that had recently lost many children due to a church fire. The children he brought were welcomed into new and loving families that had plenty of love and supplies to go around. Alas, he had yet to avenge his early death by his parent's neglectfulness. Soon he would have justice. Soon, his parents would have no choice but to come to the woods for food and firewood.

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patilly100 [2017-05-19 12:43:29 +0000 UTC]

What a precious child ;o; I'll have to try out for them...

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morgombie [2017-05-19 04:13:58 +0000 UTC]

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Name: Kaleo

Bio: Kaleo was born in the darkest of times for their kind. Their race was being hunted down for their eyes and fur, the eyes said to grant significant power to those who possessed them, and the fur to make beautifully elaborate clothing. Kaleo's kind was known to the humans as the Eternals, for they lived far longer than any human, though not as eternally as the humans thought.
As an infant, Kaelo's parents had been hunted down and killed, thus leaving Kaleo to be the very last of their kind, for the human hunters did not know of Kaleo's existence. Kaleo would have died in their home among the trees if not for one specific tree. It was an enchanted tree, known as the Tree of the Forsaken. The Tree had been the foundation of Kaleo's kind for many, many generations. The Tree's words could not be heard by the humans, but any Eternal, no matter how young or old, could understand perfectly.
The tree raised Kaleo, teaching them the way of their species, though purposely attempting to scare Kaleo with tales of how humans were blood thirsty savages.
The Tree's attempt worked, and Kaleo refused to leave the forest. However, one cold, winter day, when Kaleo was 110 years of age, a human boy had stumbled into the Eternals' Enchanted Forest. Kaleo had been told about the humans, but had never seen one, so he did not know what this funny looking creature was doing in their forest.
Kaleo approached the human boy. The boy was frightened at first, but soon calmed down enough for Kaleo to attempt to communicate. The boy could not hear them, for humans mostly communicated through speech, which Kaleo was not capable of doing, and was not strong enough to communicate telepathically to anything besides the Tree.
The two eventually figured out a way of communication using sticks to write in the snow. They taught each other their languages and exchanged many stories together.
Time passed, and the boy, now known as Damien, would come back every winter to see Kaleo. Now Damien was seventeen years of age, and Kaleo was 115.
Kaleo had been keeping his visits a secret from the Tree, for he did not know what the Tree would say about another creature in the forest. Kaleo was right to keep it a secret, but secrets cannot be kept forever.
The Tree discovered the two playing in the snow and screamed at Kaleo, warning them that Damien was human. Kaleo was confused, for the Tree had told them that humans were blood thirsty savages that would kill any Eternal they came across.
The Tree was now forced to tell Kaleo the truth.
Afterwards, Kaleo felt a new emotion that day. Anger.
After a fiery fight, Kaleo stormed out of the forest, holding their human friend by the hand.
To this day, they roam the human's world. Eventually, the still young Eternal will meet a devastating end... unless their new friend will be there to help them.

whoa that's a lot of words :'v

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plaguish [2017-05-19 03:46:33 +0000 UTC]

Name: Fidget
Bio: A creature who speaks without words, and roams through forest and field alike in search of company and purpose. With horns and legs looking as though they were crafted from the trees themselves, Fidget seems to have a natural affinity for all things living, and can commonly be seen crouching to pet a dormouse or help an overturned beetle back on its feet. Being the only of their kind isnt easy, sure, but it never seems so bad with the friends they make on their journeys, not when they're only a day away from the next path and creature and discovery.

(what a fun opportunity!! thank you so much for the chance, stuff like this is a blast to participate in! ;v

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PYR3PUNK [2017-05-19 03:46:31 +0000 UTC]

psssh,, i hope you don't mind me returning often for your adopts haha. this one caught my eye especially, and i happen to love writing!!
Name: Lobb
Bio:

Lobb is an absolute terror amalgamate birthed from two nightmares; the Algonquian tall tales of the man-eating wendigo, and creepy, crawly spiders. Rumors circulate the origin of Lobb. Some say that it is a manifestation of fear itself, others say it is a genetic experiment gone awry. But no one truly knows where it came from, and there's little doubt that the faux-harmless beast would take the time to answer the circulating inquiries if it could. 

The petite, fluffy thing is often mistaken for an abnormality of friendly nature, when in truth, it is nothing of the sort. It often utilizes it's 'innocent' appearance to luring foolish travelers off of their paths, right into their makeshift webs composed of vines and a slick, sticky liquid presumed to have come from the abomination itself, entangling their mislead companions to preserve as meals. 
Although Lobb appears in the day, it is far more terrifying at night. It prowls, it's snow white fur glistening in moonlight, another trait of it's that it uses for personal gain. Those who have sighted the dreaded creature reported to be enamored and mesmerized by the glow of it's pelt, almost lulled into a hypnotic state. These sources were fortunate enough to gather themselves amidst the spectacle and move along, avoiding Lobb. Others are not so lucky. It utilizes a similar approach as it does in the day, drawing night-dwelling fools to it's sanctum and promptly snarling them in the same fashion as any other daytime wanderer. This is an especially dangerous state for Lobb to be in during the winter, as it blends in excellently with the snow and exerts much less effort. 
 
Though sticking to your route and ignoring any and all shiny or otherwise lustrous things that my divert you from the path is a method that will typically save you from Lobb's clutches, there are times where Lobb has just not eaten enough, and it becomes manic in it's hunger, abandoning it's trickery for a far more brutal and savage way of earning it's meal. It hides, waits in deathly hush, before it's path is crossed by any one hapless being, and it digs it's honed claws into the body of it's latest victim. 

Lobb's anatomy is akin to it's origin; a mystery. There are times where it will tread along jaggedly on it's two, stick-like legs, and other's where it's entire frame will contort, twisting and bending in unimaginable ways to suit it's needs, allowing it to pursue pray in a timely manner. Perhaps two of the most horrific aspects of this creature are it's incredible talent in remaining absolutely quiet, and it's lack of visible mouth...until one is threatened, anyhow, as beneath the glistening fur under it's eyes hides the monstrosity's splitting mouth, of which rips open and allows it to rabidly consume. 
Lobb is according to a conclusion come to by gathering various height estimates, 5'4-5'6. Some humans are significantly above it's size, but this does not make them any safer from it's wrath. What you look is not what you get when it comes to Lobb, as it's strength is inhuman and it's speed is proportionate to that of a gazelle. It is truly a force to be reckoned with.

Higher in the mountains, it hides itself and it's 'prizes' discretely, shown to be intelligent in avoiding the eyes of the public, making it seem as though it's victims merely disappeared whilst surveying the scenery... It stalks popular hiking trails, aware of the best places to gather it's food, staring down patiently upon passerbys who won't look to it, sending chills down their spines. 

Lobb's only intention appears to be sating it's hunger. It has shown interest in nothing else. However, sometimes, on cloudy nights, if sought hard enough, Lobb can be seen gazing wistfully over a singular riverbank in it's territory. While doing this, it is virtually harmless unless provoked by constant noise or by close physical interference. Some enthusiasts of Lobb theorize that, in a past life, Lobb wasn't what it is now, and lost someone very important to the river; a loved one, or even, itself.

(had to edit in the last part, clicked submit too early ;;; sorry!!)
(editted again bcuz there was info i kept forgetting to put in rip,,, lmk if these edits arent okay aaa!! i just had many many ideas!!)

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LunaticLily13 [2017-05-19 03:37:08 +0000 UTC]

Name: Winter's Touch (Snowflake)

Bio: Winter's Touch was born into a cold baron mystical world, it's unique features caused it to stand out campared to the rest of it's kind and also made it hard for it to stay hidden from other more vicious species that were their rivals. It was given it's name by an elder relative though never understood at the time why as it's fur wasn't completely white like the others. As it aged the grey spots darkened until it reached maturity and it was wise enough to knos why it's name was winter's touch, it was due to the dusty white color of its fur and the way the spots made it look like the ground after the very first snow that would cover their land. It soon met a female of it's kind that jokingly named it Snowflake which seemed to stick around as another name for it as it soon became friends with her. They eventually fell in love and had children of their own though tragedy struck and the female was killed by a rival species in a raid leaving Winter's Touch alone with their children to raise. This only made it stronger and more reliable to others leading the others of it's kind to notice it more and it better from then on.

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AndriaMorningstar [2017-05-19 03:36:54 +0000 UTC]

Name: Vale
Bio: He was created on a cold winter night. A child had wished upon a star for a friend and for once a star had granted a wish. Later in the night there was a storm. Wind shook the trees and snow covered the ground. One unlucky tree got struck by lightning, and from the ashes of that tree came Vale. He was soft and cuddly like the snow around him but was given horns and legs like the tree he was created from. Once the storm had past and day came he went searching for the child who had wished for him. This child lived in a small village and there were not many children around for him to play with. The one's that were around however did not like the boy. When Vale discovered the boy he was picking up the remains of the flowers he had picked for his mother. Vale seeing this was upset and went over to help the boy. The boy,distraught, didn't seem to notice the help until a clawed hand with a beautiful cherry blossom in it moved towards him. Vale had grown the beautiful flower on the small branches of his horns and more were growing to help the boy complete the bouquet for his mother. That afternoon the boy went home with Vale, both of them happy to have a friend.
(dunno if you wanted a story but there XD, I'll also do a little character page)
Name: Vale
Age: about 3 but he's more mature then that
Appearence: Tree like legs and horns, white fur, claws in place of hands. He has six eyes and seems to lack a mouth.
Gender: Male

(Sorry about the terrible punctuation )

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CrystalAttemptsArt [2017-05-19 03:36:13 +0000 UTC]

this is so cute im
im gonna try because this is really great and it looks great and everything is great

Name - Wicker/Wick
Bio - A small, four inch tall creature well adapted to night life. It cannot see most colors and is quite sensitive to light. It lives in mainly dark, damp places and is very cautious around other creatures. Wicker is very curious of sentient developments, however, and occasionally explores near cities. It does not stay near cities for long, and often returns back to a small hide usually within an older tree or a den near a pond. It collects quite the amount of items such as animal bones, feathers, and leafs it finds interesting. It is also able to use/craft basic tools. It isn't the quickest of creatures but can leap quite high for it's size. It is unknown how Wicker gains energy, as it has no ways of taking in energy. Sentience is also in question. Further research required.

i accidentally made this sound like some monitored subject by scientists oopssss
also sorry for this being bad and quite rushed

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DapperMellow [2017-05-19 03:10:27 +0000 UTC]

Super cute & creepy!! Gosh and that brush looks amazing!

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TheMixedAdoptable [2017-05-19 03:05:48 +0000 UTC]

Forgot to mention that new brush means cooler designs in the future, so there's a bonus

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