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VULTURE CULTURE
VULTURE CULTURE
VULTURE CULTURE
BEAN 1 - Bearded Vulture - Paid Adopt
Edits: Standard fur, standard long ears, "wing" tuft edit, standard short tail tuft, custom small horns, slit pupils
A paid contest for y'all! This bean seems to have done something terrible.
What is it and what do they do to cover their tracks? (300 words or less)
Please make sure to join the JBD group to qualify for this adopt!
Form:
Name of bean:
Gender:
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
Ends 6/8/19 9pm PST
This bean will be $45 if won!
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BEAN 2 - King Vulture - Choice Adopt
Edits: Standard fur, standard short ears, semi-custom scruffy tail
Well, seems like this bean is quite the posh one! Describe an incredibly mundane situation
they're in in the most dramatic way possible in 300 words or less.
Please make sure to join the JBD group to qualify for this adopt!
Form:
Name of bean:
Gender:
Situation:
Ends 6/8/19 9:00pm PST
This bean is a free adopt, but if you so choose to support me or would like to use one
of your bought slots, you may purchase them for 25$!
Each person has 11 free slots or more if you participate in questing.
NO EXTRAS FOR EITHER BEAN, SORRY!!
- Do not edit/alter the design.
- Please only enter if you have the available slots.
- If you no longer want this bean, contact the staff for gifting it to a user/hosting a readoption.
As always, if you adopt a jellybean dragon, you automatically agree to follow our rules. If you're not familiar with
them quite yet, they can be found below! Joining our community is greatly appreciated, too.
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SongbirdName of bean: Israfel
Gender: Female
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
She could feel her pulse in her throat, a dam of anxiety breaking and washing over her. Cold dread fell over her and the world grew still in her moment of panic as the single off note struck her like a knife through her heart. This was the last performance her family would be together for and she was botching it! These were notes she knew so well, a song she had long lost the sheet music to, an ode to her lost mother. She could play the song in her sleep, and yet her finger slipped and struck the wrong key so carelessly.
Time began moving again as Israfel continued her song, only a moment of uncertainty before the adrenaline of the performance chased away her anxiety and granted her a clear mind. She knew her mistake would have rang clear to anyone with a sharp enough ear, but perhaps she could make them forget
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GhastName of bean: Ghast
Gender: Male
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
There's no way this is happening. Ghast's fingers tremble as he peers down the drain. It's no good, it's way too dark to see anything. I did not just do that! He stumbles off into another room and scurries back into the kitchen with a torch in hand. Pointing it down into the sink he strains his eyes, begging to see a little glint of light. Nothing. Oh god.
He's panicking now. Ghast tugs at his hair and makes a pitiful little whimpering sound in the back of his throat. He's going to kill me. Ghast is running low on options at this point. He grabs a wrench from the garage and crawls into the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. He goes at the bolts holding the drain together with the wrench. Please. 20 minutes later and he has the first half of the twisty drain detached from the sink. He shakes
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Retribution
Name of bean:
Sariel
Gender:
Male
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
. . . . .
Current count- 7968
12 exorcisms today.
I'm... not sure how much longer I can do this.
Their number is finite, yet they seem never ending.
40 years I have been slaving at this monumental labor and my soul grows weary. They are everywhere. As soon as I cleanse the grounds of one place, another is attacked. My voice grows coarse from constant uttering of prayer; prayers of damnation to drive away the evil, and prayers of mercy for those lost to it.
It's... just sorrow and pain everywhere I go.
It's maddening.
I've thought about stopping, of just giving up. I am not a young man anymore, and though God has blessed me with good health, age pulls at my limbs and I know time is running out. There are still so many left, there is no way I can cast out them all before I am called home. There are other priests or hunters who can go in my stead.
But I can't give up. This isn't t
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Hello! Your concept was amazing as well - so amazing that my guest judges and I couldn't decide between your form and the winner's! I'd love to offer you a RU if you are interested with the same palette as the original design. I'll be dming you shortly also!
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I replied on DMs, but thanks so much to you and judges! <3
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JBD tryout. VulcanName of bean: Vulcan (the God of fire in Roman mythology)
Gender: Female
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
She's very careful each time. This has taken years of practice- her fire is controlled, comes out exactly how she pictures it. As she twists the bone around in her grasp, nails perfecting the edges. It gets torched with an intricate design and she huffs away any residue. The details are so vastly different from each one she creates. Each bone she finds is a different size. Whoever this creature was has left her a canvas. She does one at a time, on femurs, ribcages, and skulls. She collects but never keeps her masterpieces for long.
You see, bearded vultures are known for eating bones. Even if the bones are too big, they are dropped from a very high height to shatter and consume on a smaller scale. They did that to her once, cracked her. Got her to bend and break into an easy meal. Never again. They'll never find her. As she lights trees and
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Congratulations! My guest judges and I really enjoyed your concept and thought it fit really well with the design. I will be dming you very shortly!
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thank you so much!! sent! c:
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Bearded Vulture - GarrusName of bean: Garrus
Gender: Male
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
"Shh!" He bean pleaded, harsh red eyes landing on the smaller bean that clung to his leg, for all the world crying as if candy had literally been stolen right from his hands. Truthfully, the situation might have been better that way. Garrus had broken the child's favorite toy, and he had been absolutely beside himself. He was trying to put up a brave face but part of him was terrified, he didn't know what to do and he didn't want to get in trouble with his dad. So dropping onto his knees he looked at the toy in the red beans hands and reached out for it "H-here, let me see? I can try to fix it!"
"Y-You're not going to fix it! Its broken-you broke it!"
Garrus swallowed hard and heard heavy footsteps approaching from another room, and Garrus looked around frantically "Shh! Shh! Stop, just be quiet! Y
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Bearded Vulture - EntryUsername:
guqqi
Name:
Lehri
Gender:
Male
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks?:
Lehri resides on a steep mountainside, famous for its exotic avifauna. For years he was fascinated by them; researching any he'd come across in his daily travels. He's bonded well with a variety, but one in particular stuck by his side:
the Lammergeier.
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While his goal was to protect them, there were those who sought out to hunt them down for a pretty penny.
They just so happened to be unaware of... the games that were to unfold.
Lehri isn't the strongest; he instead relies moreso on his smarts to deal with these pestering hunters, while keeping both himself and his presence unknown. Facing them head-on would be a rash move. No, instead he used the birds they were seeking against them. Lehri keeps a large sachet at his hip, containing a collection of molted feathers from his research ventures. The perfect cho
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Form:
Name of bean: salvatore
Gender: male
What did this bean do and how are they trying to cover their tracks:
they say he came in through in a sandstorm, eyes glowin' like the devil's through the ever-growing shadow that crept over our town and turned day into night.
he's an outlaw, his name is salvatore but to the townsfolk here and beyond, we all call him as "Salvo".
destruction and doom prowls after him, hot on his tail. may it be bounty hunters or a good man with a chill in his heart for revenge, they raze the land that he walks. hotels are laced with dynamite in the quiet of night, snipers oil their guns come morning. he steps out into the sandy roads of our desert villages, and our homes obliterated into dust and rubble. he's a real livin' natural disaster.
it started in the town down south, where something akin to bomb went off and the survivors say he was the one standing in the center of it all. people say he did it on a whim, that he was capable of far worse but decided to spare us. investigations came up with little to nothing, all we knew was that there was a fight in their town hall between salvo and some relative of his who'd done the man real dirty. salvo'd blown the whole place to high heaven, to hide whatever he'd done there, knowin' you cant have evidence if the crime scene's been destroyed. everything was eviscerated, but not a single life was taken.
some say that it was a miracle, but they don't know the chaos that ensued afterwards. y'see, when you displace a whole town of people, they turn into rabid dogs. they forget the law, turn on each other, kill for whatever coin and food they can get to survive.
even the devil's gotta feel guilty after that.
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The QueenName of bean
Albamiel
Gender
Female
Situation
All around, dark clouds rumbled, beckoning an ominous sign to what was to come.
And alas, woe is me! Alba heaved cynical tears, draping herself over the plush velvet that warmly enfolded her from the cold and humid world that laid outside her metal prison.
How dare he! Thy foul roommate, leave such a noble creature in despair! Her trusty steel steed had found itself stranded at high-noon, amongst the grime of fresh mud. Such an unfitting death for her companion of twenty years! Surely shame would burn his coat once the somber news was carried his ears.
The flutter of wings pulled her out of lament briefly. Could it be? Has an angel arrived to take her away?
All hopes dashed at a heartbreaking instant. A harbinger of death had perched itself upon her window’s sill.
Alba’s cries only grew in volume, matching the rhythm of the lazy showers that drummed against her mobile prison. Shiny wh
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The Grand Escape__________________________________________________________________________
Name
Yorda Turiker
Gender
Female
The Grand Escape
I used to think I knew fear. Our minds lie, but our bodies are always honest. Precariously I stood upon the frayed straw rope, feeling the loose fibers dig into my feet. The wind whipped my hair, clouding my vision and making a frightful scream. Suffocating me in it's violent embrace. The tinkling of metal upon metal ahead, if only I could make it there.
I closed my eyes as I dauntlessly placed my left foot before my right. The rope swayed treacherously, I could feel every strand tense between my toes. The run down ruins stood behind me, the only escape was forward, lest the beast find me. I shivered at the thought of his powerful limbs, his menacing horns, and flesh-shearing teet
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Culture VultureName of Bean: Maximilian
Gender: Male
Delicate brush strokes across the smooth canvas; Max was careful about his movements, slowly pulling his wrist to make the perfect type of stroke. Everything was going fine and he was quite pleased thus far. Only a couple more seconds and he would be done with what he was currently doing. He'd feel like the most accomplished man.
Until a door opened and closed all too harshly in the room next to his, rattling the weak walls of his abode and causing him to falter. His brush swerved, making an ugly mark.
The sudden rush of fire through him was enough to make him forcefully slam his brush down on the table.
How long had he been working on his damn eyeliner? Ten minutes, now? And after he almost got it, his roommate decided to come in and just mess him up like that?
A snarl played along the males lips, eyes rolling hard enough to where they might've fallen out if they weren't attached. He turned his head sharply when he heard his roommate
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Name of bean: Thalysandre
Gender: Male
Situation: A flash of clenched bleach white teeth, a loud and drawn-out sigh of resentment. Right paw tensed with a ferocity that threatened to shatter the pastel orange claws pierced through his toes.
Taking in a deep breath, chest visibly puffing out, spreading out the feathery fur lining his chest into an almost ruffled-looking mane. Choking out a weak whine, he shifted his weight onto the bones, muscles, and tendons composing his left paw, anticipating a metaphysical scale to adjust the imbalance by lifting his right arm and guiding it into a hook-shaped metamorphesis of motion.
His pupils promptly dilated, accompanied by a irritation-inducing spike in blood pressure. Blinking rapidly and physically shaking his head plagued with a zigzag spinning feeling, he responded, snarl in tow, with an uncompromising wave of kinetic energy that would push his lithe body forward.
Front paws uncomfortably placed in front of him, long body slightly crunched inward to keep his parallel set of back legs on the lower platform not too far behind.
Disgusted by the slanted vertical-and-forward motion. Appaled by the dirt covered, scuffed rubber lining the steps. Utterly taken back by the "gripper" design of the conveyor belt sheet that would uncomfortably stab his exposed paw pads and set them off-kilter.
Tail raised stiffly in the air, head tilted upwards with a snooty expression that left his eyes closed and mouth pursed. Announcing to himself - and unfortunately the world around him - a clearly out-of-touch comment, "I hate escalators. They're so much work."
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King Vulture - GarrusName of bean: Garrus
Gender: Male
Situation:
The time is oh-six-hundred, the sun only just barely turning into the canvas that is mornings sky.
I am cursed by consciousness and forced to endure all that the cruel day had in store, all hours before the sun peeked over the horizon. The streaks of pink and orange presented by helios’ rays were frustratingly warm, from their presence in the sky alone I could feel their imposing jubilation... they wanted me to be happy, to smile upon the world as did the distant star each blasted day of this existence.
I refuse.
No, I would not fall victim to the trap of day as everyone else did, I would not be bewitched by the temptation of light as it would have me. Drawing my lips back in a hard sneer, I take the folds of the curtain beside my bed and throw it back over the window. The tortured groan of the rod holding it aloft echoing in my ears as I turn over and throw the blanket over my head. Every movement started with a single act of re
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king vulture - entryName of bean:
Sora
Gender:
male
Situation:
It came out of nowhere.
A creeping, crawling chill.
An all-too-familiar prelude, gently devouring his senses, as if he was submerged in velvety black ink.
Time began to warp and stretch around him, and he could not move, could not breathe, for what felt like eons upon eons. He could only listen to the strained ba-dump, ba-dump of his rising heartbeat, ringing through his body like an erratic knell.
It took great pleasure in making his insides writhe as it slithered around leisurely, carefully caressing the bones in his spine before making its way towards its final destination; the hollow tunnels which would serve as its grand exit. With delight, it turned and twisted its way through the narrow passage, brushing past crumbling debris and feathery branches until sunlight lit up the walls in a fiery amber hue.
Here was perfect.
Without a sound, it began to chant burbling incantations ingrained in the very essence
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Name of Bean:
Grimoire Sarcora
Gender:
Male
Situation:
An all encompassing heat, the glint of light reflecting off of the blade. Movements deliberate. Practiced. A dance performed over and over again, grand gestures and small strikes. Perfection.
I hold my sword firm, ever aware of the bodies around me, all moving in dances of their own, but none as elegant as I. I carve through flesh, my slices calculated, achieving the best results. Loud hissing fills the air, a pleasant aroma wafting around us all, temptation that must be ignored. My hand grasps the handle of one of my fellow’s tools, precise movements bringing the sound to crescendo in waves before I must move on, for there is more that needs done before this dance can end and they must tend to their own, now. Another sound joins the symphony, the sharp sound of metal against metal ringing through the air before it song is sung and I move on. Once again my blade must meet flesh, but first my fingers glide over this blank canvas, removing bones with but a flick of my wrist before I carve my masterpiece from this virgin slate.
With a practiced flourish my sculpture is dashed with a cascade of subtle black and white before it is cast into the heat, where it rests until it must be painted with a shimmering, golden glaze. Movements swift, I must prepare the pedestal on which it shall be presented, there is no time to waste. A bed of stark white adorned with vibrant greens, reds and yellows all delicately placed, all to compliment my masterpiece as I introduce it to its dais and accent it with a translucent halo of gold. The heat rolls off of it in delicate plumes, it is done.
The chime of a bell sings through the air. “Order up!”
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Congratulations! My judges and I loved how your form was able to give a glimpse into the life of your bean. Enjoy Grimoire! <3 Will he be taking up a bought or free slot?
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Aaaa omg thank you so very very much! I’m glad you and your judges enjoyed my form, there were so many brilliant entries!! He will very much be loved on!! <33 He will be taking up a free slot, thank you! (*´꒳`*)
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Name of bean: Opal Sunsetfire<-----(Actual gemstone)
Gender: Female
Situation: Opal has been stuck in hiding for about a year now, surviving by catching fish at nearby rivers and streams. She was originally a city kid, with all kinds of fascinations with gemstones and crystals. Despite being raised in a rather clean and rich family, she couldn't help but to get dirty every once and a while digging for gemstones. Once she found the Hope Diamond out in the soil while excavating an emerald chunk. She took it home with her other findings, but when she returned, the police were at her house, and immediately grabbed her bag. She asked what the deal was and when they took out the diamond and asked her what this was, she just replied "A gemstone I found." Unbeknownst to her, the diamond had been stolen and the world's military and police forces were trying to find the culprit. The criminal buried the gem hoping it would be lost forever, but the rain season was coming up and washed the dirt off the marvelous gemstone revealing the gem to the young Opal. She ran away, thinking she was the culprit (she wasn't, she found it by accident) and now hides out in the caverns and hides out until the smoke has cleared and she can explain what happened.
(Here's a picture of the kind of cave she is hiding out in:images.search.yahoo.com/search…
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PrimaveraForm:
Name of bean: Primavera
Gender: Female
Situation:
It was possibly the worst day of my life that I can currently think of off the top of my radiant head... I was... stuck in what one would call the most ridiculously over the top mundane odious situations in the world possibly. So a friend of mine asked if I could help with some paint.
I thought to myself. Prima it is obvious he needs help and the skills of a true artisan goddess like myself to assist him with picking a color for his house! NO! WRONG! Think again! It just got so much worst... so I arrived at what I would call a shack, a literal gross looking tiny shack of a house... there he was sitting outside all proud of himself as he gazed upon my beauty his entire face lit up in excitement, he called me over and pulled me inside.
Can I just say the small was positively gross and appalling, the smell of paint lingered in the air, did he spill some? After I got over the first wave of grotesque atrociousness I was met with anothe
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