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This contest has ended. Congratulations to CraftyAkiri who won this design!This QuillDog is rated rare and given the theme, "Aquamarine Memories."
I am holding a CREATIVE WRITING CONTEST for this design! To participate, please read below:
The Contest will CLOSE: 5:00:00 PM CST/CDT, Sunday, August 4th, 2019. ANY entries posted beyond this point will be rendered invalid.
To participate in this contest, you must come up with a backstory for this character! Let the design and theme name, "Aquamarine Memories," be within your source of inspiration in some way. Don't be afraid to think outside of the box and approach this from any which way you please! Ocean, night sky, deep caverns, distant hills... LOTS of things are blue! Feel free to give the design a name, gender, siblings, family, abilities, reasons behind its actions, motivation, personality, etc.
Entries will be judged on the following criteria: uniqueness, creativity, development.
Please note: Longer, more complex entries are not necessarily "better" entries. Short entries that are unique, clever and simple could win just as much as longer, complex entries!
Entries are to be made via comment below. Please note that you may only enter once. However, you may edit your comment entry as many times you'd like-- please note, though, that whatever comment you have posted Sunday night at the time of judging will be the entry I will judge. It is your responsibility to have your comment entry ready for judging by the final closing time of 5 PM.
After the closing time on Sunday, all responses will be read and judged, and one lucky winner will win this design as a prize!
Whatever entry you create can be utilize on another OC, in the event that you do not win or do not want to apply the backstory to this design.
Looking forward to seeing your creativity come alive! <3
IF YOU WIN THE CONTEST
What you see is what you will receive, along with four unwatermarked PNGs of the design! You are able to utilize this design for anything you please, from roleplay to other artwork and beyond-- with the exception of breeding (however, exceptions can be made to the breeding rule-- please note me if interested)! You may alter it (but must make sure it is unique enough from all other designs—major changes must be confirmed by me; please check with me for clarifications), you may re-upload it (but must keep my watermark/signature and list me as the original creator in the description of the uploaded piece). You are free to change name, description, attributes etc. If you have any other questions concerning your rights to the design if you win it, I’ll be more than happy to answer them, so just ask!
The art, design and species were created by myself, MischievousRaven, with the Paint Tool SAI program. Stealing in all forms and fashions is strictly prohibited; thank you!
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Thank you! I appreciate that!
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What the hell? Please keep this crap off of my page and pieces.
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On a peaceful afternoon a grandmother asked her grand-children to come sit by her so she could tell them a story, the story of Aquamarine Memories. "Alright, let's get started with the story." She began.. A blue wolf stood on the edge of a cliff. A small mouse skittered by. The wolf walked into the cavern behind her, sitting near a small waterfall. She licked up the water that was pooling near her feet. Another wolf appeared next to her, "Oh, Athena, you're back?" The wolf tilted it's head. "Yes, Darius, I'm back. You don't have to come check on me every second." She responded, leaving the cavern again. Athena sprinted down the rocks into the woods ahead of her. She soon stopped at a large oak. A smaller black wolf emerged from a den beneath the tree. "Athena!" It rushed over to the blue wolf, nuzzling her gently. "Hi, Akira." Athena nuzzled the small wolf back. "Are we gonna go to the city like you promised?" Akira sat down, impatiently. "I have to see if it's clear." Athena closed her eyes, seeing the city. "No, there's hunters tonight." Athena had powers that made her able to see things beyond the distance of sight. The grandmother telling the story paused, "Some say that if you find this mysterious wolf, it can tell you your future, or beyond. But, this could just be a myth, because this story has been passed down for 200 years. For all we know, the wolf is probably dead." The children piped up, "We'll find it grandma!"
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Ocean Gaze Sweet bliss swelled with the waves as cold saltwater washed the dark paws of the young fae who stood at the edge of sand and water, the land creature who loved the ocean but was forbidden to enter its depths. War had ravaged the land and the young princess was called upon to help rebuild the dredges of death and pull together what the fallen tyrant left behind. She could hear the air shattering thud of wings, the slow rhymic sound drew her away from the sea to turn to see her other soul land with heavyweight and dark blue and black gem-like scales. The dragon gazed out to the sea, though she did not feel the pull of the ocean, their mental link allowed her to understand why the young wolf was so drawn.
"It is time little one. We must go and see what we must do." The soft rumble vibrated their mental link as the dragon lowered her head to see Amphitrite with a single, large disk of soft glowing blue.
Glancing back to the ocean, she sighed and nodded. "Of course, Tefnu
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A man knelt in supplication at the base of a fountain. “O, gods!” he wept. “How you have abandoned me! I, Prince Axis, come here in my father’s name to bring trade and prosperity to this island, to raise monuments to your power and create statues of your beauty! Yet how am I rewarded? My serfs cannot work the land, for there is no water. My laborers cannot build, for they are starving. And I… I am the most abused of all,” he concluded sadly, staring into the mirror sheen of the water as it reflected back the impartial light of the moon.
The prince closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the base of the fountain. It was made of azure stone, unornamented but with a symmetry and form that was pleasing to the eye. It had been the very first thing constructed, after the prince’s temporary residence, of course. The fountain was to be the first piece in a grand garden complex, accessible to all citizens of the island once Axis relinquished his claim on it and moved into a palace more befitting his station, with appropriately sprawling gardens. When the final rock channels had been cut, allowing water to gush through the pipes in the base of the fountain and burst from its apex in a graceful spume, everyone cheered; not only was this monument made for the people, it signified a self-sufficiency and subjugation of the untamed land that the construction of the prince’s house simply hadn’t. Water meant success, and it also meant survival.
But within a week, the flow of water had slackened, reducing the cheerful spray to a sullen gurgle. Now, a month later, the fountain’s source pool was entirely empty; the settlers had thought it a spring-fed pond and made accordingly liberal use of its unlimited water supply. The fountain’s source was in fact a seasonal pool, briefly filled after the wet season unleashed its fury on the land before draining away halfway through the dry season.
While Prince Axis prayed ardently at the base of the fountain, something began to happen. Sparkling, aquamarine water spouted from the nozzle at the top and poured in waves from the upper tier, washing away the muddy, scummy handsbreadth that covered the bottom. Lost in his misery, Axis paid no heed to the musical splashing of the water until it lapped over the rim and doused the back of his neck. With an oath, he leapt up. “What—”
The prince cut himself off in a squeak, staring with awe and trepidation at the fountain, which was now overflowing onto the dusty, parched grass that surrounded it. “What magic is this?” he whispered. “Have the gods not abandoned me then?”
No answer sounded but the continued splash of the water. Then, a ripple shivered across the surface, followed by larger and larger waves. At their center, a blue water lily erupted from the water, unfolding into an enormous blossom painted in glorious hues of cerulean, indigo, and aquamarine. From the bloom stepped a tiny canid, which quickly grew to the size of a pony. Its most curious aspect wasn’t the fact that it hovered several inches above the ground; nor that it glowed blue; nor even that it gave the overwhelming impression of femininity, despite lacking any overtly sexual characteristics; it was the fact that she had quills sprouting from her shoulders and hindquarters.
Axis gave an inarticulate shout, and flattened himself to the ground. “O, Goddess! Truly, you are the most magnificent of all immortals! Please, do not hurt me,” he cried.
Be at peace, Prince Axis, the wolf-like being answered. I come not to hurt you, but to help you. Your prayers have so moved me that I have decided to take this island under my protection. Never again will your people suffer for lack of water. Never again will you need to pray to the greater gods, they who do not care for mortal suffering. Only promise that you will make this fountain a shrine to me and that I will be held first and highest in the devotion of your descendants until the last glimmer of time. Promise me this, and I will bring water and prosperity to your island.
“It shall be so! This fountain, this garden, and this house will be consecrated in your name! From now until forever, your name will be the first uttered in every service and every prayer on this island, and you will receive the best and largest sacrifices! Only tell me this, O bountiful goddess: to what name must we pray?”
You may know me as Liluna. With a blinding flash of blue light, she disappeared.
When the creature did not reappear, and the fountain continued to discharge water at a prodigious rate, the prince retired to bed. All night, he tossed, thinking excitedly of all the riches he would earn, and the respect his brothers would owe him now that a real goddess had promised his island venture would succeed.
While the prince rested, the fountain worked its magic on the island. More and more water streamed from it, cutting runnels in the ground that turned into grooves, that grew into trenches, that became channels. By dawn, deep canals had ringed the tent village and divided it into four quadrants, also creating two larger concentric rings before running to the sea.
When the islanders woke, they were frightened at first, and Prince Axis called a gathering to soothe them. Planks were hastily laid across the canals so that everyone could gather at the fountain to witness the miracle for themselves. “My people!” he declaimed. “Last night, I prayed for us all, and last night, a goddess answered my prayers! See here the proof of her benevolence!” He gestured grandly at the fountain, which now threw glittering water droplets higher than ever before, and had also sprouted so many blue water lilies that they obscured the surface of the water. “In honor of our goddess Liluna, I proudly name this island Lilantis!”
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First of all, thank you SO much for hosting this contest for this beautiful design! I ended up having WAY more story than I anticipated, and this is just the beginning of it. (It's also all I managed to write within the time limit.) You may notice that it gets a little sketchier near the end.
Here are some fun facts:
* "Liluna" is a mix of the names "Lily" and "Luna" (moon)
* Blue water lily becomes Liluna's sacred flower. It's apparently a mild aphrodisiac and psychedelic, so I imagine parties dedicated to her would have gotten pretty wild ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nymphaea… www.zamnesia.com/content/354-b…)
* This story is inspired by the legend of Atlantis, as you could maybe tell. I intended to continue the story in that general vein, but ran out of time. Almost everything I know about it came from here www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXOyw-…. Prince Axis takes the place of King Atlas from the legend; I dispensed with the idea of splitting the island among 10 brothers for simplicity, but I do mention them. They are kings of other lands, and Axis is the youngest, which is why he's so desperate to impress them and his father.
* This isn't actually set in ancient Greece, but I imagine Lilantis to be in a place similar to the Strait of Gibraltar (which is where Atlantis was said to be). Thus, it would control trade moving in or out of the alternate version of the Mediterranean Sea and be a very prosperous city.
* I imagine the fountain looking like this, except blue: www.villaandmissionimports.com…
* I originally planned the story to be framed as a series of three memories (getting that theme in) from Liluna. First her inception, as seen here. Then, a memory of her interacting with some citizens during the golden age of Lilantis. Finally, her discovering that they had started to worship another god/goddess and her sinking the island in a fit of rage. This was the original opening I had planned:
Liluna sighed, tipping her head back to watch as the stream of bubbles danced its way to the surface, many miles above. Around her, fluted marble columns gleamed ivory, although algae was already colonizing the intricate carvings near the capitals. The city square looked naked without its usual bustle of merchants, vagabonds, traders, citizens, and foreigners perusing wares, running, haggling, gossiping, or gawking. A school of fish flickered in the distance.
This entire, unsightly mess could have been avoided if the island folk had simply worshipped her properly. It wasn’t hard; she really didn’t ask for much. Liluna cast her mind back to the beginning, when people had held the proper reverence for her…
Eep I really hope I win. Thanks for reading!
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Ryn DreamCatcher
Ryn is a spirit who wonders through her native forests to collect dreams of the lost ones. All the negativity and sadness through the children was something that most children had. So she would go into their dreams to pick them up, teaching them, caring for them, and protecting them from bad habits and evil times. Once the child understood, she would let her small crystals fall to the children and allowed them to make whatever they wanted out of it. This will help them through the rough times they went through and the bad habits that made them weak. Once a child succeeds the gift will soon disappear, but Ryn will still watch over them just in case.
If a child didn't pass, she would teach them again until they made it through. All the negativity and suicidal thoughts from these children (for whatever reason they had) she couldn't bare to watch. So she would constantly do this for their safety. She would even do this with others like her, or other kinds of animals to guide them to places they were safe. She will watch you all.
She will appear through forests or through the ancient seas of lakes to oceans. Making whats around her glow and shine.(needed to add that part :c)
Things that follow her: Fishes that have bioluminescence, blue fireflies.
-other creatures (except for humans would glow if they are around her on specific parts on their bodies. but will fade if they are too far away)
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The Hunter in the StarsGraceful hunter of blue and black
Marching across the starry sky with the guardian of Hope
She takes to the stars and paints them blue
A fiery burn of the highest caliber
Erasing the wrongs of people and burning their sins
Weaving into life a new dawn
A pup of blue follows
Stumbling in his mother’s footsteps
Looking at her awe and revere with the same
She looks back
Glances how fare she comes
Takes pup in mouth and
Buries the darkness with her glow
A star to outshine the others
The hunter moves on
Chasing away sorrow
And bringing forth
The change everyone needs
To grow and succeed
I wrote a poem!
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Beautiful piece
Mizu's Light Cold seeped into the core of my bones. Looking up, I noticed the full moon as its light glistened on the snow-covered pines. I could hear them whispering to each other as the wind danced.
“Ugh, why me” I muttered to myself. “Could this be any worse?”
At that moment the universe decided to answer my rhetorical question by dropping a snow-covered branch right onto my cranium.
“Of course,” I said.
I continued my trudging, whipping the snow off my face. Well until my trudging was interrupted via a large hard obstacle. Apparently, I had run into a statue of some kind.
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Oh my goodness I'm sorry if it is so long! That's one thing I can't stop from doing, but I loved writing it!
Aqua struggled to keep her head above the water. Her paws kicked as hard as she could. It was dark, and even though she could see the lights of her ship close by, the dark colors of her coat blended in with the murky blackness of the water.
It was supposed to be a nice, relaxing hunting trip. As a dog with quite a fair amount of wolf in her, she was very prized considering how much of a mutt she was. Aqua's master was a good one, with a kind voice and kind hands. She was a good swimmer with a constantly glossy pelt, and her master gave her the name Aqua.
Now she just prayed that the name she was given would come in handy.
How did she even fall off the ship, anyways? All she remembered was going back to her master's cabin to get some water. There was a man that gave Aqua an uneasy feeling she remembered passing.
That's it. There was a tug on her scruff and she was falling through the air and into the cold water. That man did it. He tossed her overboard.
There was a loud holler that cut through the air. "AQUA!" Her master called. He was panicked. She saw his silhouette on the side of the ship, leaning dangerously far off the ledge. She barked twice back. She taught him it meant she was in danger.
Suddenly there was another holler, then a scream. She kept her head above long enough to see a shape falling off.
Oh no, she thought, that has to be master. She pleaded to whatever god was watching her that it not be him, but her name sliced through the air again, and it was closer.
Aqua took a deep breath and dove under, swimming towards the sound. This was how she hunted the lazy ducks. She came up from beneath them and caught them. This time, though, she was hunting for Master.
She came up for air and saw another flailing shape. Aqua yelped again.
"Aqua! Good girl, good girl. Come here, come on," Master said. He sounded cold, and the fabrics he had on him could not possibly keep him warm. She swam over to him and he swung an arm over her neck. "Gaan, Aqua. Swim! Did he throw you off, too?"
Aqua did her best to bark once, their code for yes. All that came out was a measly squeak. She was getting cold, too. Her time in the water had made her get wet even through her undercoat. Now that she was swimming with extra weight on her back did not make her feel better, either.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" Humans yelled on the deck. Something else flew down to the two of them. A floaty ring, she thought, with a rope! Master quickly clung on to that. Aqua was getting tired fast. The rope and the floaty ring started to get pulled up. Master tried to grasp her by the scruff, but his hands were stiff and her fur was soaking wet. She gave one last kick to get out of the water, but her paws only knocked against the bottom of the ring.
"Aqua! Aqua, stay there, we'll get you soon. Hold on, Meisje." Master said, panic rising through his voice once more. She kept her head as high out of the water as she could, but she tasted salty water in her mouth. Her legs screamed with agony.
The last thing she could see clearly was the floaty ring get thrown down again. She tried to go up and get it, extending one paw out as far as she could. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and against her wishes, she breathed in.
She woke up, and the light was faint. She kept her eyes closed. Master must have been up, she didn't smell him. Oh well. Aqua yawned and stretched. "That was a terrible dream," she said aloud. "Goodness, it's like I can still feel the water."
Now she opened her eyes and she jumped. There was water all around her! A fish was poking around her paws.
Aha. You're finally awake, Aquamarine.
Aqua jumped again at that. "Who said that? Was it you, fishy? I'm just Aqua, not Aqua-merry-knee."
Aquamarine, jumpy one. Aquamarine means "water of the sea." That's you now. Remember last night?
Aqua huffed. "Thanks. So I did die. Why does Heaven smell like salt and fish?"
This isn't Heaven. It's not Hell either. Or anywhere in between. The man that threw you overboard is now going to jail. He planned to kill the entire ship. If you didn't get your Master closer to the ship, the man would have continued killing. You saved so many people. The entire crew of 25 people, actually.
Now she was confused. "I'm dead? But everything about me is-" she stopped. She looked at her back, which was originally black. It now had blue and quills. Was she a QuillDog now? The ones from the legends her mother told her? She looked down at her paws. They were bigger and now webbed. The beads that hung from her quills glowed a very bright blue. "What- how- why?" She asked the voice.
It gave a chuckle, a sound that came from all around her. I cannot answer those completely, jumpy one. All I can say is that you now have taken over the duty of the Aquamarine Memory. You must keep captains on course, remind them why they do this so they don't go insane. You are now a legend that goes back many centuries. You may keep your name, but it will only be known by the creatures of the ocean. You know your duty. Godspeed, Water of the Sea.
"Wait, but, why me? I'm just a mongrel who saved her master! That's it! Not 5 or 10 or 25 freaking people! Why?!" Aqua yelped. The voice did not answer. She sat there with her head down, on the verge of crying and throwing something and cursing at the same time. The fish that was around her paws nibbled at her now feathery ankles. She swatted it away, but it just came back. She growled loudly.
She stayed in a state like that until she felt her quills quiver. She dug her claws into the sand and growled, "if I'm like this for the next century, so be it. I'll never get to hunt with Master again anyways."
She assumed the quiver worked in a getting warmer or getting colder manner, and she was right. She swam until the quills were practically clicking together, and she looked up. It was a ship, a pretty big one too.
Aqua swam to the surface. Her fur didn't feel wet, and she didn't feel tired at all. If mum's legends were right, QuillDogs can fly! She grinned at the thought, but her excitement dropped like a stone when she fell back into the water. Now how am I supposed to get to the deck?
She looked around, noticing the sun was going down. It wasn't sunrise, as she thought before. She looked at her paws. "Okay powers. You can come out now. I really need you." She mumbled. After feeling nothing new with herself, she growled.
The sun had set when she tried everything. Climbing the ship, mostly. She fell off every time. "What am I supposed to do, voice?" She growled, "I have to talk to the captain, right? Well I've lived on ships for a long time, and I'm pretty sure they're on the deck!"
No answer. Great, just great, Aqua thought. No voice, no idea what to do, no saving a ship. I'm the Aquamarine Memory, for Pete's sake! I don't know what I'm doing, but if it takes years to do it, so be it!
Aqua's forehead got warm all of a sudden. She looked up at the ship, watching a few lights go down. Well, captain will probably be asleep. No sense scaring the living daylights out of the crew just to tell them they're off course. She swam down to the ocean floor and fell asleep, thinking about how she'll tell the captain he needed to stay on course. The warm feel from her forehead did not go away, but it was another thing she could ignore.
When she woke up, the light level was about the same, perhaps a lot darker. Aqua thought it was dawn now, but when she put her head up she jumped. She was not underwater or on land. No, she was on the ship. How in the world did I get up here? She wondered. A few lights were on, and there were still a few sailors on the deck. None of them seemed to notice her at all, like she was a ghost or spirit, or something.
From what she remembered from her time on a boat was that the captains quarters are towards the bow of the boat and in the center. She slowly padded her way up there, still unsure of whether or not the crew members could see her or not. None of them did, and she wondered why. I'm such an unusual color. How can they not notice me? Aqua looked down at herself and her heart skipped a beat. She was her normal self again, just the dark, glossy fur she had before. Even though she looked like a normal dog, sailors should still at least look at her instead of through her.
When she found the captain's quarters, the door was slightly ajar. When she poked her head inside, she couldn't believe her eyes. There was Master, sitting with his head in his hands, his back to the door, on his bed. She knew master was important but the captain? Maybe first mate, before. Did he go up a rank? The bad man couldn't have been the captain. Was he given the promotion when they found out Aqua saved them all?
She watched the steady rise and fall of his back. Oh. He's asleep. Aqua walked over to him and put her head on his knee.
Suddenly, she was standing on a small sandy island. The ship was in shambles in the background, and Master was standing on the beach. The classic sailors' nightmare. She started making her way towards him when he turned around.
"Aqua? But, I thought you… you… drowned…" he said.
"No," she began before she knew what she was doing, "well yes, I guess."
"You can talk?" Master asked, his eyes lighting up.
"This is a dream. And what will happen if you keep going this direction." Now she was very surprised. She was speaking like someone else is talking for her.
"Just a dream… but… how do I know it's not my head making you up, and your words, and all this?" He said with his expression falling.
"Master, please. You listened to me all my life. Now please, just do it again." Aqua pleaded, her words hers again. Master stood there, silently, for a few moments.
"There is- was, I mean- a legend of Captains losing faithful pets at sea, and those pets came in their dreams to tell them that their grief distracted them of their course and that they were there to keep them on course. Is that what this is? If I stay like… this, then I'll end up here?" He said, gesturing at the beach around him.
"Yes. Now when you wake up, get your boat back on course. Your crew needs you, now that you're captain." Aqua stood there, looking at Master. He slowly walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her neck.
"I just miss you. I wish I -"
"It's all in the past now. It can't be undone, but it can be just a memory." Aqua said.
She touched her nose to his forehead and she was back on the ocean floor again, with her look back to the new normal. She looked at the fading shadow of the ship's hull.
She closed her eyes and remembered when she was alive, hunting, running, playing, and she whispered to herself, "It's all in the past now, Aqua. It can't be redone, but it can just be a memory."
She swam for a while until her quills started quivering again. She paddled to the sand and closed her eyes, once again getting the warm feeling on her forehead. When she opened her eyes she was on a new ship's deck, with new crew and new voices. Aqua looked down at herself and realized she wasn't Aqua anymore, but a terrier. She slowly smiled at what her new life had in store for her, and walked to the captain's quarters.
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A child walked into a flower field with her mother near the coastline of a beach. What a rare sight to see so close to the sand! The girl smiled and bent down to observe the hydrangeas, loving how they bent against the wind and their beautiful, bright colors. The ocean breeze ruffled the girl's dark hair, and only a "come on, Violet!" from her mother made young Violet look up and follow her waiting mother to the beach. "Mom, can we pick these flowers tomorrow?" Violet asked pleadingly. The mother smiled and nodded.
All was well in the beginning. The beach was rather empty today, Violet and her mother being the only two occupants. After putting down a small blanket and staking an umbrella into the ground, the mom helped her daughter build a sand castle. They laughed together as the tide came in and covered their bodies in sand. They smiled with each other as they picked up seashells along the shoreline.
Eventually, Violet decided that she wanted to swim. Her mother decided to watch from the shoreline, being much lower-energy than her young daughter, instead sitting in a beach chair as Violet waded into the ocean. She was a skilled swimmer, and navigated the ocean with ease. "Come on, mom!" Violet yelled, turning to look at her mother playfully. Violet's mom shook her head, but then her eyes widened, and she began waving her hands frantically and calling something out. Violet sighed and turned around, thinking about how boring it was to swim alone. Her eyes didn't have time to adjust as she rammed headfirst into the sharp outlines of an awaiting rock.
Violet's mother screamed as she saw her child's body go limp. Her heart pounded within her ears as she dashed from her spot in the chair and ran into the water, swimming frantically over to see how bad the injury was. And the cries only intensified as she saw the water stained with red around Violet's body, as she saw the gaping cut in Violet's head. Tears came from her eyes as she sobbed like a lost soul, deprived of her only reason to live.
It could have been an hour or more, the mother wailing to the skies and pouring her heart out over her lost child. The skies faded from a bright afternoon to a darker evening. And then, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something. Something that made her blink with disbelief. The water a few feet in front of her was much brighter than it had been a moment ago, and the incoming shape and ripples of the water alarmed the mother to start swimming back. Instead, as the creature surfaced, the mother paused and gaped, stuck between sorrow and shock.
What was before her looked like a wolf to some degree, but its body was different shades of luminescent blue. Even its eyes emitted a strange glow. But what made it stand out the most were the quills that rose from its back. For a moment, the mother stared at this strange creature. Somehow, its eyes seemed... gentle. It eventually turned its gaze to Violet's broken frame.
The mother began backing away fearfully, but the animal put a paw on her, reassuring her that all was well. It placed its other paw on Violet, gently rubbing the area where the bleeding occurred. The fact that the paw was webbed didn't even surprised the mother at this point, since so much of what was previously impossible was happening in one day.
The QuillDog closed its eyes as it performed this strange ritual of rubbing, and then it finished it all off a moment later, bending down and licking the wound. And before the mother's eyes, it began to shrink. It was as if the cut was stitching itself, the skin coming back together like peas in a pod knowing where they belonged. Violet's skin transitioned from a purple-ish bruised color to the normal tan it was before, as even the arteries had somehow been fixed.
Violet's mother opened and closed her mouth a few times, unsure of what she just witnessed. She looked up and down from the QuillDog to Violet. "Thank you," she eventually whispered.
As the animal turned around and headed back into the water, it gave the pair one final gaze. The mother didn't know if she imagined hearing, "Think nothing of it." And instead of swimming back to wherever it came from, the creature simply dissipated. Its body disappeared in small sparkles of light that rose to the sky.
The creature moved as swiftly as lightning through the starry night, swimming through the ocean, and leaving not a trace of what it had done. Leaving the mother cradling Violet's healed body. Perhaps the encounter was divine, and best not to speak about. Perhaps it was best to keep this miracle to herself.
And if it were so, it was for the best.
Because the next morning, a child walked into a flower field with her mother.
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Super stoked for the chance! I'd named him Gormyrrh, Gorm meaning "Blue" in Scotts-Gaelic, and Myrrh being a healing substance I particularly enjoy. Best of luck to everyone and their fantastic entries!!
Far between mountains, there existed a town which lived within dense hanging swampland. A village that lived upon the humid climate of the mountainside. It was a small enough population to live in moderate peace, although secluded.
A young child from the village lived every day of his life in eager hope for the day he could leave. A day where he could leave to feel the sea breeze, or feel a gentle summer's rain upon his skin. Anything that wasn't as suffocating isolating as the mountain swamp.
One moonless night, the swamps were silent. The small village had gone to sleep. All but one, the child too eager to experience the world. He lay restless in bed, dreaming of such a life.
His sweet visions would become sharply interrupted however, when he caught sound of gentle jingles within the darkness. A sharp jump to his feet gifted him the chance to see a small blue light within the darkness of nature. The child was drawn to the curious light's pull, feeling the tug within his very soul. He had to investigate. Scrambling out into the raw darkness of the swamp, he spotted the soft light once again, shining brilliantly. Then, he followed it.
The darkness swallowed everything around, but the light beckoned him further in until it stopped. The child, covered in dirt and scratches now, could reach and touch the light. Just before contact was made, a voice spoke out within the echoes of his mind.
"Wait," it spoke. A voice unlike any that the child could recognize. It was a soft voice with a deep pitch. Certain chimes seemed to echo around the child, the light vanishing now to submerge the child within darkness.
"Only step forward if you're ready to hear my stories," it began, somehow feeling closer. Was it really coming from himself? The child felt a conflicting mix of comfort and fear. With a breath and made up determination, he decided to seize his moment, and stepped forward.
Only to fall.
Down down the child fell through the air, seeming to fall into a pit he couldn't have recognized in the dark. He screamed in panic, the fear coursing through his entire body.
"Relax, brave adventurer, for you are safe."
Then, the falling ceased, but no collision was made. The child felt no dirt, and certainly no moss. He looked all around the darkness again, only able to find another soft glowing light. The light grew brighter and brighter, until it exploded into magnificent hues of light so blinding that the child had to cover his eyes.
Then, silence. But no, something was different. Something was warm. He braved opening his eyes, only to be met with a beast of grand proportion. A beast almost as dark as the nights, yet glowing with a color akin to the light he had followed. The beast gave a gentle bow, speaking aloud.
"A pleasure to meet you, young Vinca."
The child, eyes wide with bewilderment, approached the gentle beast. How did it know his name?
A soft chuckle filled the air, accompanied by soft chimes yet again. "My name is Gormyrrh. I have heard your dreams young one, and came to exchange my stories."
Gormyrrh closed the remainder of the gap, sitting beside the young Vinca. "It's been a very long time since I've met a courageous soul. Surely, you may see the sights I have seen," the beast began, as the landscape had changed. Bright vibrant colors surrounded them both now, as they watched the sun rise above the horizon of a beach. It was warm, yet the breeze was invitingly moist. The sand below his feet, grainy and soft. Though the scene didn't last long as a mellow blue from the oceans waters began to swallow the sights.
"Of course, travel brings about new experiences. I hope you find something I have never seen before," Gormyrrh began, facing the small child again with a warm smile. "Perhaps, you will find a desert? A bustling city? Maybe, even my own home?"
As if rehearsed, a small blue glowing mushroom had emerged. Then another, by another. A gentle trail. Gormyrrh beckoned Vinca to follow as he rose to a stand, following the trail itself. The travel was short, and brought them to a small room of sorts within a cave. Strings tied from stalactite to stalactite above them, decorated with papers that all sported different handwriting. The soft blue glow of mushrooms illuminated their surroundings, revealing a small pool of water, and trinkets littered throughout the walls and floor of the cave.
Gormyrrh spoke again with a warm tone. "This is my home, filled with nothing but gifts of my cherished memories."
Stepping close to a string above, he could peer above to see the dry pages hanging there. "My friend, Laluna, wrote these for me. A letter in which she detailed a fight with a beast, deep within a forest of towering mushrooms."
He turned to another set of papers above, "and Devante! A large man proud of his strength, yet so gentle. He shares the stories of animals he's rescued deep within the alleys of man made cities."
Then, he peered down to the floor of the cave, picking up a feather to present to Vinca. "This feather came from one such animal he saved. A gryphon," he smiled with pride. Gently, he put the feather down and faced the child once again.
"I come to those with strong wishes in their hearts. I inspire others to explore, because no matter what an adult may say, the world still has many secrets for us."
"I have traveled far, and lost my way from home and family," Gormyrrh admitted solemnly. "However, with a quill and paper, I continue to write letters for them. Letters for the wind to carry far away. Such a method is how Laluna and Devante contacted me time and time again, among others," he explained, a gentle twinkle in his eyes. "It is early now. When you wish to share your words with me, simply take them to paper and throw them to the wind. They will surely find me," he remarked gently, reaching forward with a paw. Gently placing it on Vinca's chest.
"Goodbyes don't have to be blue, especially when you may see someone again."
With those words, he gently pushed Vinca backward to the harsh darkness.
Vinca awoke immediately with a sharp gasp, reaching to where he felt the claws of the beautiful beast. He could still feel the pressure of his claws, yet something else. When he investigated, he could see a soft blue jewel glowing on string. When moved, a soft chime sounded. A memento of the dream he had had or Gormyrrh. A dream he would remember for a long time.
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This is a very beautiful design. Here is my submission.
Kova the Qualupine The history of the Qualupine people is vast and rich. For many years my people have lived in Drarea and we have shared this land with many other races. The Kakaya, Muramin, Bakaku, and Ramarine peoples. There was a time when there was peace in our lands. Now that peace is long past. Remembering those peaceful days saddens my heart. My name is Kova.
I am a warrior of the Qualupine armies 11th legion under general Tzac. She is a strong general of great experience and a hero among our people. The pleasure of meeting her I have had only happen once. When I was awarded a new title and necklace having attached to it a precious stone shaped into a small shield. Upon the small shield a representation of one of our people standing guard before a stronghold. It represented my great triumph against our enemies.
I had helped in securing victory in a siege against one of our cities. Soripine had been in great need of help. The Kavar are a land people. Not at all fit for
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Darkness.
The cold embrace of the deep caverns that surround the sea.
You look up.
The ocean is bright and beaming with light and life.
You look down.
A cold, darkened abyss devouring the light above and filling itself with shrouded memories from the beginning; from when everything was dark and the world was cold.
You look at yourself now; you are magnificent, regal.
You look at your fur; blinding.
Your quills are sharper than the mightiest blades used in battle.
You look at yourself through your own eyes and think "I'm apart of the ocean."
No my child, you are the heart and soul of the sea.
Everywhere you look, everything you touch is your domain.
You thrive within this place.
Swimming with the wisest dolphins, flying with the strongest seagulls and loving with the heart of an angel.
You can't stand the darkness because you're so filled with light.
The light is why you were created my child.
In a world so blinded by darkness, you are the light to remove the blindfold.
In an ocean so corrupted by fear and death, you are the courage and life.
Why throw that gift away my child? Why allow the world and its oceans to become as dark and as merciless as before?
Without you we would be lost.
Without you means we would perish.
Without you we would not know light.
You have a strong, wise, and loving soul.
You are the light in the darkness.
You are the ocean.
Without the joy and laughter you bring to us all, the world would grow cold and the dark ages would arise once more.
Look up.
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Two older quilldogs who had been trying for a puppy were devastated as another told them they were unable to have one. Infuriated and blaming the female the male took off to find someone worthy of his lineage. Lonely the female Quilldog came to the sea, throwing herself off a cliff. But the moon had been watching her for a while and asked the sea to save the emotionally broken dog. The sea agreed and whispered to her, as she sunk deeper to the bottom, surrounded by bright colored corals in all variety's and shapes.
"Would you not like to have a child? One you can care for, even when you have to do so all alone?"
The quilldog opened her eyes and a beautiful glistening and shining blue see through dragon like creature swirled around her. The sea had taken the form of a leviathan (think lagiacrus from monster hunter). The quilldog tried to speak to the sea but she could not, as her lungs filled up with water and she neared her end. The sea noticed this and gave her gills.
"I'm not worthy of a child, why else would the world have forsaken me with the inability to have one". She quietly spoke.
The sea looked up to the moon, which's light illuminated the sea's soft waves, and the moon told the sea that she would grant the Quilldog a healthy body if the sea would grant her a child.
"I will grant you a child if you accept my embrace by staying here and accompanying me for eternity" the sea stated.
"Will it be a healthy child, able to roam the earth and live for many years?" She asked hesitant.
The sea nodded "Yes, ofcourse".
"Then yes, i shall stay by your side forever" The now soon to be mother Quilldog said.
In the course of a few months the Quilldog became more and more like a water elemental, she gained fins, scales, and was slowly turning into water, but inside her was growing her first and only child.
On the day the puppy was to be born she walked out of the sea. This was her last day on land, the last day she could feel the sun, touch the plants and walk on dry grounds. But instead of enjoying it to the fullest she was looking for a safe place to give birth. She found a dark cave next to the sea, one that would be under water when flooding, but with an airbubble at the end, and a hole at the top which reflected the sun and moonlight. This is where she gave birth to a black pup.
The cave was covered in small white and blue gemstones, and with the puppy in the middle, the reflective light focussed fully on it, giving the pup it's now beautiful blue markings.
Soon after saying her prayers the mother left, letting the sun and moon care for the warmth for her child. Twice a day, when the water entered the cave, she would visit her child and feed it. But she quickly could not feed it anymore because her transformation into an elemental was almost completed, so the pup had to switch to a diet of seafood quite early. Luckily there are a lot of soft sea animals.
This is the origin story of how the Quilldog Aquamarine Memories came to be. Her title is a reminder of her mother, and how she gave up her old life for one for her child.
Aquamarine Memories, or her full name: Enessa Alika is a world traveling quilldog. Being granted the ability to walk on water or be one with the waves herself due to being fathered by the sea she searches for messages in a bottle that went astray from their original path. She then senses the emotions connected to the bottle to find out their destination so she can bring them to the rightfull owner.
Once in a while she crosses paths with what is left of her mother. A wave passes her by and bright green eyes look at her for a split second before disappearing into nothingness. Her mother kept her promise and had become one with the sea.
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For those bound by mortal shackles, the wheel of time turns, heavy and burdensome. Each breath brings a soul closer to its death, each memory fading as it is born.
And yet, there are some who lay beyond the iron-grip of Time, who peer at life through a looking-glass, watching past and futures dance in an infinitely-expanding cosmos.
She didn’t know how she came to be, only that she was.
She wasn’t sure where she was, only that the dark universe was her room, and the stars bedecked her bed curtains.
At first, it was easy to be amused. Each world was a lens into a life that filled her dreams- both waking and slumbering. She smiled as the universe’s creations took pleasure and delight in the natural beauty of everything. She watched relationships crest and fall, love blossom and burn, old become new again as the cycle of life continued…
Time passed for them, but not for her.
Instead, Time’s endless march was marked by a growing ache in her heart. She knew, in an infinite wisdom gifted to her, what would befall them- these creatures of fire and brilliance and life. She saw their futures, their destinies, the writings of their own books long before they reached the final chapter.
And it hurt. It hurt to see them in so much pain- to see the pain that would befall them.
Perhaps it was selfishness that drove her? Or loneliness?
It grew inside of her, a thorny blossom she longed to tear from her being… She outstretched her hand in a dream, a soft, beckoning call to those who saw more than just the mortal realm.
A sleek, beautiful muzzle raised upwards, towards her, brushing against her fingertips, sensing the depths of the universe beyond its slumber.
A sigh of contentment tore past her lips, a cosmic breath that rippled through the heavens.
One Life… It was worth saving. It was worth breaking all of the unwritten rules, the boundaries that separated the mortal and the celestial.
And her heart did so ache.
She had observed these creatures for a long while, drawn to them and their fire. They were forged of loyalty, of bravery and brilliance. She had watched them fight for their king, their country, their kin. They risked their lives each and every day… And this one was but a pup- touched by the ethereal, aquamarine heavens she herself called home… was it not Fate that tied them together? That connected their hearts?
She smiled, and the sun rose upon a land soon to be torn asunder.
She plucked the shining creature from its home before darkness settled once last time.
She held the pup to her very being as its world drowned in chaos, consumed by a cataclysm that remade maps and split loyalties. She hushed and soothed its first cries. It lived whilst its kin perished.
She knew it wasn’t right to keep such a creature… the she-dog was still bound by Time, despite being outside of it… and yet...
“My dear, my sweet…” Her voice was the music of the stars. She would dote upon and love this faithful companion… and yet…
And yet.
It wasn’t right. She knew it.
She watched in sorrow as the QuillDog aged. Time could not be stopped, each passing moment a blessing and a curse. And yet, from pup to dog, the creature was fascinated by the lenses of the many worlds, her glowing blue eyes fixed on the lands now called Aquilli.
And so she obliged her- perhaps out of weakness, or maybe love… but she let her hands trail over the mirror of life, and showed her young charge what had happened, what was, and what would be. “My dear… do you not see it now? Do you not understand the pain I spared you? Can you not stay with me?”
I… I must return… it is my duty, my Fate… I cannot stay here with you, for you shall surely lose me as you would all life… but down there… I can help. I can bring them memories and wisdom and knowledge...
“No!” Her voice echoed across the heavens- a thunderous crack of despair. “You must not! I know the wisdom of your words- but you must never share the memories you hold in your heart. The futures you see before you may twist with your words- and no mortal should hold that power…” Sadness crept into the shadows of the stars.
A moment stretched out into eternity. The QuillDog lowered her eyes, willing herself to overcome the pain that passed through her mind and heart.
“I wish for you to be happy, my dear… Guardian of Memories, Kiokka… if you seek your kin once more, I do not wish to interfere… But the knowledge must be kept a secret. You may guide those you find from afar- but you cannot break the bonds of their own Fate.”
Kiokka… You have given me my duty, my name… and my life. Though I must leave you, it is with a heavy heart... You have been like a mother to me, through the time we have spent together. The beautiful, shining blue creature peered into the essence of the cosmic being, then to her back, nosing gently at a loose blue quill. May the memory of my being never leave your side. She set the token of their bond down amongst the stars, never to be forgotten.
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It rained the day Kiokka awoke on the outskirts of Laylin. It had happened in the blink of an eye, in the moment between wakefulness and sleep… She knew who she was, who she had been… but now she yearned to discover who she might become: family, friends… there was a world out there that called out to her.
She gave a long howl full of yearning, and set off, following the song of her heart.
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Name Inspiration: kioku (Japanese - memory, to remember)
Power: The ability to remember everything that has happened- an eidetic memory of events and souls that she meets. Deep inside, she carries the Lore and Stories of QuillDogs past and future.
Personality: Soft and shy, as well as a little socially awkward, but eager to make a new start in a world that calls to her very being.
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I just want to say good luck to everyone and I wish you all the best!
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There comes a time in every pups life where they must choose their destiny, but what if that destiny was already chosen for you?
“A bout 200 moons ago one a blue moon a tiny wolf cub was born in a torn down mine. It’s mother was nowhere to be seen. Fragile and helpless the pup was losing life, till a spirit as blue as the moon came down from the back of the mine. It placed a huge paw in the pups forehead and said some enchanting words. A light flashed through the whole mine and then within a snap the light and the wolf where gone. The pup was still there, however the color was different. The pup was a shade of blue and seemed the glow as bright as the wolf that had been there.
It was told long ago that there are spirit wolves that can grant eternal life to those in need. Some say you can see that pup wandering around looking for it’s saviour, of course it is just an Urban legend. Who knows what happened to the pup and wolf.” the figure smiles from the darkness, its blue eyes glowing and in a flash it was gone.
This is just a short plan and the beginning to a long end <3
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This is a gorgeous design. Whoever ends up getting it is gonna be lucky. May the best writer win!
A young pup tumbled into the small den, his fur a mix of whites and blues, In that den, his siblings sat around his mother, begging for stories. But this pup had a different request than them. He sat down, uncharacteristically patient as he waited his turn. His mother, catching on, moved her head to face him. With a soft voice, she spoke.
"What is it, Illan?"
"Tell us about our father?" He asked his question quietly, but it still managed to silence the other pups. None of them had heard that story before. Whenever any of them brought it up, their mother always brushed it off, saying 'That's a story for another day.'. Indeed, it seemed like she was going to say that line again, but something stopped her. She let out a sigh, and rested her head on the ground.
"Settle in, children. This story is a long one."
As the settled down, finding their places, curled up together or sitting patiently, she began.
"There was a wolf pack, many years ago, that roamed the mountaintops to the east. They were a superstitious pack, always watching for signs of their gods. They considered outsiders to be evil, and-" She was cut off by a pup.
"Why did they think outsiders were evil, mom?"
Their mother chuckled, and shook her head. "Many fear creatures they don't know. It's the way of the world." she said, continuing. "They considered outsiders evil, and they thought that the peaks of the mountains were the holiest of places. But one day, on a long journey, they found the body of a young wolf. She'd recently given birth to a litter, but the mountains were cold and barren. There was no food to feed them, nor any shelter to keep them from the cold. By the time that she was found, there was only one pup left. That pup, born on the top of the mountain, and with colors resembling both the blue ocean below and the black night sky above, was seen as a sign. He was taken into the pack, despite his mother being an outsider. They raised him as a prophet, a leader of their faith, believing he was sent to spread their lands as far as the eye could see. They named him Nero."
She was quiet for a moment, waiting to see if any of the pups to speak. When none of them did, she continued once more.
"They heaped expectations on him, instructing him to be an esteemed leader, to be proud and just and good, but to strike their enemies with fury and anger. They wanted him to lead them on a holy journey, that he knew nothing about They called him a prophet and a king, but he was neither of these things. The pressure began to grow on him, and as the months drew on, it was harder and harder for him to be happy. So, wracked with sadness, he left the mountains in the night, the only sign of him remaining being a single glowing quill.
He barely knew how to hunt for himself- he was taught how to fight, but his needs were always met by the pack. The first few nights were hard, and he had to rely on his instincts to guide him. He scraped by, and eventually found an old cave, far from the mountain, and far from his old pack. He felt guilty, however. Because while he was happy, and free of expectations, he had failed the wolves that saved his life and raised him. Believing it was too late to go back, however, he made a home for himself in the valley he'd found. In time, he met a young she-wolf, who belonged to a different, closer pack. She was the purest white he'd ever seen, he told her. as the weeks grew on, they spent more and more time with each other, and the she-wolf would spend more and more time away from the pack to meet with him. Over time, they fell in love."
Her cubs were smart, and they had already realized the first wolf was their father, but one of them spoke up with a different question. "Was that you, momma?"
She lifted her head, nodding. "It was. And the more time I spent away from my pack, the more suspicious they became. One night, as I snuck out of the pack's lair, another wolf followed me. He was an old friend of mine, and he loved me, as well. So when he saw me with your father, he cried. In his grief for love lost and his jealousy for what he seeked, he attacked. But he was not match for your father, who had been taught from a young age how to fight other wolves. I begged your father to spare him, but he didn't. Torn by guilt that he'd hurt me in defending himself, he left so that I could return to the pack. But it was too late. I was already carrying pups, and with the other wolf dead, I wouldn't be welcomed back anyways."
Illan spoke up. "Did he go home?"
Their mother sighed sadly, looking towards the entrance of the cave. "I like to think so. That he went where wolves loved him. Perhaps their fear of outsiders is why he didn't take me."
She looked back at the pups. "Now, it's getting late. You should all get to sleep."
But a voice rang from the cave entrance. "But hopefully, not before they meet their father."
Their mother glanced up, before springing to her feet and bounding forwards.
"Nero!"
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A legend speaks of a wolf as dark as the midnight sky. It always seemed to stay near the shorelines, as if it was waiting for something -- or someone. Although no one could come close to it, as it would seem to vanish as if it was a mere trick of the light played by the moon's serene lights. What was it waiting for? No one really knew, but they speculated that perhaps it had lost something at sea, something precious and priceless and believed that if it stayed there long enough, the lost treasure would come back. Moons passed and travelers would still see the dark silhouette of the wolf, eternally waiting in the same spot. Staring into the distance as if it could see something they couldn't.
However, one day, the wolf was no longer there. The villagers speculated that perhaps the dark wolf had decided to leave, or perhaps it had grown too old to continue its tradition. Yet, none of these seemed to be correct. Nevertheless, the most famous legend about this mysterious wolf was a lone traveler claimed that the wolf had made a wish, and that they had heard it.
"Let me protect others, so this never happens again."
Upon making the wish, the aquamarine waters seemed moved in unusual yet graceful shapes. It slowly reached out to the wolf, surrounding the wolf in crystal clear water that began to form a dome. The waters began to shine a luminous and eery blue as the shape inside that water seemed to change. Its ears grew by the second, strange quills began to protrude out of its back and the base of its tail. Finally, the water dispersed, leaving a creature who was unmistakably the midnight wolf, but different all at the same time. Bright sea and aquamarine blue highlights glowed in the dim light of the moon. Its almost white eyes met with the lone traveler. It was as if they had a telekinetic conversation in the short glance. The traveler understood at once that this newfound creature meant no harm, rather, the opposite. It wanted to protect those who wander to the shorelines and those in the nearby forest. With that, the wolf slipped into the water, its glowing markings slowly fading into the depths.
Although no one has successfully proven this legend's existence, many wanderers and travelers who stumble across this place have claimed that they felt something watching them and that a sense of safety followed them throughout their travel through the forest. At most, people claim that they have seen a streak of blue inside the water that is a few shades lighter than the water itself. Even now, the legend of the Aquamarine Wolf still has a place in the history of that forest and sea, and although many have tried to capture the dark beauty, none have succeeded.. yet.
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This is such a beautiful design.
I know it's not much but, I hope it at least gives me a fighting chance.
Aquamarine MemoriesAquamarine Memories
In a deep and dense forest resides a glowing creature of exceptional beauty, though, some call this creature a beast and fear it. Some say the creature is a bad omen, while others say to gaze upon it would bring great luck. Which story is true? Not a soul really knows, for none have come forward claiming to have seen this creature. Legend has it, that this quilled creature is canine in form and appears to be made of or harness blue flames and said to have been born of the memories of fires that swept through the forest. It’s said that this aquamarine beauty romes the forest at night looking for those unfortunate enough to get lost and helps them out. As well as protects the forest and its inhabitants from harm, and guides lost souls. They say that if you listen carefully at night, that you can sometimes hear the jinggling of the trinkets in this creatures fur. Some have actually gone out of there way to find this creature or at least some evidence that it exis
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Oh what a wonderful way to get the creative juices flowing~ I'm gonna enter for the fun and because this design is beautiful~ Thank you for the chance to win this design by contest like this Mischy! <3 ~
There's a tale about a glowing quilled canine that lives in a cave up on a cliff side. She's strong, and fierce but also stunningly beautiful told in these stories. Yet no one has seen the canine but while to those who have never seen just find it a fun story to tell children. The legend and story is true.~
A dark pelted yet blue glowing female, lay beside a glowing pool of water, it was a mystical sight as the cavern she lay in sparkled with shades of blues and purple, she blended in to the cavern well and it made her very hard to spot. Her ears flicked as the sound of droplets fall from the ceiling of the cave to the bottom either hitting rock or water. It was calming, she took in a deep breath before she stood up on all four paws changing the lay out of the land with her body. It was as if she glided as she walked across the land her quills light bouncing as she lay with a friend, a crow who hid and relaxed in the cavern during the day, as the crow prefers the night to roam the land outside.
"How do you fair?" The crow spoke as it fluttered closer to the female.
"I fair well. You, dear Grave?"
"I too fair well, Oshma."
They were close companions being together since a very young age, and rarely are apart for long. They grew up together in the cavern they call home. Oshma's family left the land years ago leaving the young canine behind and Grave got separated from their family because of a storm. They took care of one another growing into adulthood. Oshma is a playful yet fierce female who will protect her beautiful home and all living creatures with it at all costs, especially her friend, Grave. Oshma may have been left behind by her family, but she refused to lose her best friend. Grave was just like Oshma, but more reckless and playful, Grave would do anything for Oshma.
Oshma's ears flicked, looking in the direction of Grave, as the crow stretched their wings. The quilled wolf smiled as she messed with the birds tail feathers with her paw, and got back up on all fours.
"Come on Grave, let's go check out the sunset." She chuckled as she heard the crows feathers flap behind her.
"Oh yes, let's go."
Grave flew ahead of Oshma, and she remembered all the times they used to race one another to the opening of their home, but they didn't do that often anymore and she missed it, she suddenly barked and she saw grave slow down.
"What?" Grave called back
"Let's race! Come back back to the starting line!"
The female QuillDog laughed and seemed to hop back a few paces, in a playful stance she waited for grave to come to her. Once in position Oshma counted to three and they both took off, Grave hanging close to Oshma's tail. The crow then grabbed the canines tail and Oshma glanced back.
"Hey! No cheating!" She laughed at her friend as she then kicked it into high gear putting in her all as they came to the opening, "I'm gonna win!" She called once more to Grave, as they passed the opening.
"Awe! I shouldn't have wasted my time trying to get you." Grave chuckled as they fluttered to the ground landing an the soft grass. Oshma close behind as she trotted over and slumped on the ground looking over the shore. The gave lay on the inside of a cliff area ahead of the opening, a steep drop the lands to the ocean and to the left a safer way to go down to the beach and further more open grass fields and small forests. It was a gorgeous area, but ahead of them at that moment was the sun setting, the sky a darkening blue with hues of purple and pink even some orange mingled in the sky.
"Whew," Oshma huffed as she rolled on her side. "That was exhausting no wonder why we don't do that anymore." She giggled slightly her eyes glistening and her luminescent body grew brighter as the sun set further into the horizon. "I miss doing this as often as we used too."
Grave nodded in response as they preened their feathers. "Yes, you are right." They gave a small chuckle, "We should try to do this more often, you need to get back into shape." The crow joked hopping closer the female.
"Haha, so do you! I'm the one that won remember!"
"You're absolutely right!" Grave agreed.
They both then fell into silence, smiling and watching the sun disappear into the water, a beautiful sight anyone would have loved to see and they were lucky to. It was another memory they were going to cherish, another memory they were never going to forget.
As the sun vanished it was then that Grave nodded to Oshma, "I will return."
As they began to flutter away, Oshma called back "You better!"
And with that Grave flew out of sight and Oshma trotted back to her cave.
This was really fun to write~ ;v; I used the name Oshma for the meaning emitting or reflecting light. And to go along with the theme, I used caverns oceans and the sky~ Fitting in that memories are special. I hope the way I interpreted the theme was valid Lol. Again Thank you Mischy for allowing us to win a design like this~ It's very fun and we all get a chance! <3
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Wolf: "Aw shucks, I got covered in glowing paint and I'm having a bad fur day. Better make it look internal by hanging ornaments on me."
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A long time ago, when the Earth was still young and the ocean was the ruler over the land, in the deepest darkest place within the ocean depths, lived a special spirit. It may have seemed strange, that such a canine-like creature was living in the ocean depths at all, but this was no ordinary creature. The ocean had given birth to the spirit to have it protect it, to act as a guardian of the seas. Her dark coat blended in seamlessly with the pitch black water around her, and when she needed to attract prey, her body would light up in bright blue bio-luminescent light. She also used it to guide lost sea creatures home, and the light had special healing properties she would use to heal injured whales and other sea life. All was peaceful in the seas for many centuries, until one day, the creature, whose name was Pontus, discovered a baby whale with a dreadful wound. It's tail had been almost completely dismembered, and Pontus discovered she could not heal such a wound. The mother whale cried as Pontus put the baby whale to eternal rest in the way of the seas. Angered, Pontus emerged from the seas to search for the source of such a horrendous injury, using the descriptions the mother whale and her pod had given her. It was like a giant, floating, impenetrable whale that had caused such an injury. The whales described how it was impossible to stop it and how all in its path either moved or perished. Pontus searched above the waves for the fabled "floating whale", and when she finally saw it, she was in shock. This was no animal. This was an abomination. And there were many. How was Pontus supposed to fight such a thing?! So Pontus returned to the seas and begged the Ocean Mother on what to do. Pontus was lost for the first time since her birth, and only the Ocean Mother would know what to do. However, the Ocean Mother's sleep was so deep, she did not hear Pontus's cries. So deep was Pontus's despair, that she caused several huge tsunamis and rogue waves, trying to stop the floating whales from inflicting pain and suffering on the creatures of the seas she was sworn to protect. However, that only destroyed a few floating whales; they were too numerous. In grief for her inability to protect the ones she was sworn to, Pontus rose once again from the seas and swore an oath that she would never descend back to the depths of her home until the world was rid of the floating whales. And so, began the long, almost impossible journey to stop the attack of the floating whales...But Pontus was determined. She would protect the seas...or die trying.
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God I've always wanted one of these things, and now that I have the chance to win one, I'm definitely entering!
Here's my entry:
You walk alone in the dark cave, a scroll in hand. You have come to try and end the war that has gripped the oceanside for a century. You hope to win the blue wolf's favor, but before you take another step, you hear a voice from up ahead
"If you seek me, there is something I must say. I wasn't always the cold-hearted animal that you have come to known. I once had a life, a family...
..but like the tides, life changes.
The stories they tell of me are not of factual origin. Do not believe these lies, my child. If I truely was what they say I was, you would not be standing infront of me right now, but instead your body would be splayed at the front of my cave."
It jumps down and approaches you, it's sapphire coat shinning in the moonlight. It looks at your hand and seems to notice the scroll.
"You come here, your mind desiring something, but your subconscious desires something else, something that could change the tides of the war that coats the land in the blood of my people. You are brave, young one, to come here without something to protect yourself from me. Already, before you've even met me, you seem to trust me more than the ones you share a room with. Your actions will speak louder than words, and will ripple through the world."
The quilled wolf walked into a dark tunnel, but stopped and turned around when you didn't follow.
"Come with me, my child, and see for yourself what I am.. who I am.
Come with me... and see the world through my eyes. See my memories reflected in the aquamarine water, and feel my hardships refected in the cold mountain air.
But remember, in order for you to truely understand why I am the way I am, you must step into my shoes, and live my life from the beginning, and only then, will you truely understand me.."
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Wonderfully crafted! Here's my entry:
Memories are like water, they ripple and fade. They reflect your past to you, showing you what you find most important. Similarly to the rushing currents and waves, bad memories can come to surface in an usher of self remorse. Like a gem that sparkles, pleasant memories can glitter in your mind, but sometimes things go bad and out of our control.
Therefore, a force, incomprehensible to man, created a beautiful creature. The being would sooth memories, and return happy memories to others. Its ability cured things such as depression or anxiety. Those who have claimed to of seen the entity say its appearance remind them of two things, aquamarines and memories.
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I guess I got a little carried away because this design inspired me when I found it this morning on your instagram.
As promised, I wanted to enter as soon as possible. My creative writing was bursting after seeing it. I had SO MANY ideas.
Thank you so much for the opportunity and for breaking my writer's block. <3
I hope it is fine to add a google document. If you can not open it, please let me know, and I will add the text in the comment. I just did not want to spam here since it is a lot!
docs.google.com/document/d/1Qj…
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Oh and please keep in mind that I am not a native-speaker so there might be mistakes here and there. I hope that's fine. I tried.
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I am kinda scared it doesn't count when its not a direct comment here so here's the long post 
Music chosen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3W32L7…
“If you close your eyes and refuse to see your true legacy, you will become blind for the future. Follow the echo. Pawprints, deep inside the ground, forgotten for centuries. Footsteps of the past.”
The agile, tall woman was wandering through the hilly terrain as her thoughts went back to the dream that kept haunting her for a lot of days now. Every night. Wandering the terrain around Lycaria - her home town - was supposed to be helpful but it did not really distract her at all. She had tried to tell herself it had been her lively imagination, a mood of the nature. But that was not the truth.
The truth? A concept discussed more than most others in humanity. Truth will always be truth regardless of lack of understanding, disbelief or ignorance.
Even sayings were only half-true as well. Meri had heard these words from her grandma many times before. Those wise words were formed to sound so much wiser than they actually were. More than anything else they were existing to fill the gaps of a conversation, give the other person a feeling of being cared for. And still Meri listened, even though she could not make sense of any of this. She listened because she had learned to listen all her 20 years-long life.
And yet - listening to her dream was another kind of thing she had never believed in. A magic she refused to trust on.
Meri turned her head towards the village.
Lycaria was a city built on high massive pillars, in the middle of mountains. The mountains were beautifully covered in waterfalls and there was only one way that let inside - a huge bridge. Due to the waterfalls, all the valley was filled with water. It always reminded Meri of old ancient drawings of a city that was known as Atlantis - with the only difference that Lycaria was not drowned in the sea. She had found Atlantis inside of an interesting looking old book in the village’s small library.
But the most outstanding thing about her village was probably the fact that it was all blue. Buildings, the winding small paths that meandered upwards around the highest building in the centre, lanterns that dipped everything in a beautiful light once nighttime came. It was not one of those too bright colors that felt like burning in the eyes. It was a mixture of a dark and an aquamarine blue, still glowing somehow, soothing for the soul.
A far away echo, the ocean, the sky, harmony, infinity, memories from afar, a resting soul. The color blue had a huge symbolism and had been cherished in Lycaria ever since.
Meri watched as day turned into night, time went by, shadows were slowly overpowering the last bit of sunlight that had found its way into the valley. The moon took over the night sky and the stars began to reflect not only in the buildings of the village but also in each and every source of water all over the village. It was simply beautiful, a dance of several light sources. It was this exact moment of the day that the warrior that watched this wonder of nature from the sideline loved so much. She took a deep breath, stretched her arms and felt the wind slowly flowing through her wavy ponytail.
Her steps slowed down as she went on now, became lighter and more quiet before Lycaria’s most promising warrior became one with the shadows in between the hills.
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“Lycaria is called after an old legend about our first leader - Cascata. Legend tells us that she was a shapeshifter.”
“What was she shapeshifting into, grandma?”
“Oh Meri, my child, she turned into one of the strongest, bravest and most mysterious creatures that exists in our world - a wolf. Our ancestors were scared at first, called her a lycanthrope and scared her away from the village. They thought she was a cursed by a witch from Aynur, the village far away, southwest of our capitol Myron-Dara. They thought one of the witches had wanted to punish them for having a more evolved economy and lifestyle than them. But they were wrong. Cascata was not a cursed werewolf and Aynur’s witches did not do anything. By the time our ancestors understood that, they started to believe in Cascata, saw her as a blessing from ocean and sky itself. In fact, Cascata was never stuck in between a human and a wolf form - half and half. She was a strong and tall warrior, one of the best the village had ever seen, the bluest eyes you could imagine and wavy brunette hair, a little bit like yours. And then again she was that beautiful she-wolf, black and with glowy markings, some kind of aquamarine blue. She was the reason we grew to live with the wolves that settle in this terrain. Our clan is a family and the wolves belong to us.”
“Did you… ever see her? Cascata I mean.”
“In all my life I wished I would have had the chance to see her just once, daughter of the ocean, but she lived a lot of centuries ago, even before my great great grandmother had been born. But… Every full moon I send my thoughts and thankfulness up to the moon and far away to the sea, for it might still be guarded by her. And sometimes I feel like I can hear how her strong howl lets the moon rise to the top of our valley. And I feel like the wolves can hear it, too.”
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A far away, strong howl broke the silence of the night as Meri passed the next hill. She looked up. The full moon was now right above the valley and the luminous light it created all over the terrain gave her goosebumps.
And suddenly she saw it.
She had been here before.
She had lived this before.
Last night and so many nights before.
Meri was inside her dream with the only huge difference that now she was awake. She was really here.
“Follow the echo. Pawprints, deep inside the ground, forgotten for centuries. Footsteps of the past.”
Meri shivered and lowered her gaze. Pawprints. Other than the words said though, these pawprints were very fresh, as if the creature who caused them had just passed this way a few moments ago.
Cascata. Maybe her grandma had been right, after all. Maybe the old ancient legendary warrior of Lycaria was still around to protect the village and all its villagers, including the wolves that lived with them.
For a moment, Meri hesitated and waited. It was quiet, the world seemed to hold its breath. Meri felt like hearing her own heartbeat go faster.
Don’t be afraid.
Meri swallowed and remained where she was.
Meri.
Without knowing what was happening to her, she felt how a small feeling inside of her grew more and more as she was pulled towards the cave around the next corner. Her breath nearly stood still as she was moving forward and the sound of the world found its way back to her ears. Her shoes left a little scratchy noise on the stony ground as her eyes slowly got used to the darkness. The walls appeared only apparitional and she lost track of where she was in no time. Somewhere far away water drops were falling from the cave’s ceiling into a water source she was not able to see. It was dangerous wandering through the darkness here, I can easily get lost, she thought, right as the cave’s walls suddenly started to glow. No - not the cave’s wall was glowing but there was hundreds… or maybe thousands of little gemstones incorporated in it. Meri felt how her jaw dropped, unable to close it again as she turned around and moved forward, finally able to see the water source inside the cave. It was a little lake that once again reflected the light of the gemstones and let them dance around the cave in unison.
“This is… this is magic”, Meri whispered and although she had not spoken up, her voice echoed through the cave.
“Actually… it is not more or less than the deepest connection to your ancestors - our ancestors - and the strongest source of memories you can find in all Lycaria.”
Surprised by the sudden appearance of another voice, Meri winced and averted her gaze from the outstanding view of the lake’s reflection just to see that the voice belonged to... her.
She was the most beautiful creature Meri had ever seen. It was reminding her strongly of a wolf, but it came with an exaggerated sleekness and elegance. The dark face, surrounded by an aquamarine glow, was narrow and thin, building a direct contrast to the more pointy and long ears. The creature pricked them up in a friendly way.
Her fur - like her face - was black and glowing in an aquamarine way as well. Only the eyes had small stripes under them, giving them an even more huge glance - if that was even possible. She had quills standing out of her fur, quills that weirdly reminded Meri of the porcupine, an animal she had read about in the library. It had vanished from the world many years ago. The quills were placed on both shoulder and flank and decorated with something that looked like a necklace with gemstones matching the ones in the wall. As the creature shook her pelt, the glowy aquamarine lights seemed to dance through the cave more and more, like an echo.
“Are you Cascata?”, the warrior asked under a small breath.
“I am known under a lot of names, Meri of Lycaria. Your grandma and most of the villagers might remember me with that name, but I do prefer my original name. Phaedra.
The aquamarine memory in the night, the echo of the ancestors, the light of the ocean and the infinity of the moon and stars.”
As the she-wolf approached her and moved her huge, fluffy tail slowly from side to side, Meri stayed where she was, shocked somehow, and she did not dare to move, even though she had never felt so peaceful in all her life. It was like Phaedra’s voice reached parts of her soul that had never been fully open before. Meri was not scared. Not anymore.
She lifted her hand and the wolf, in unison, lowered her head.
Meri’s hand touched Phaedra’s forehead and it was in this moment that Meri knew.
Fate. Legacy. Hope. Bravery. Infinity. Harmony.
It was up to her to safe them.
And Phaedra would not leave her this time.
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Little side info. I created this little story based on my own ideas I had for the book I want to write in the future. There is indeed a wolf planned as the main-character’s companion. I just changed this here a little so that the wolf has a role that is more huge and fitting for the beautiful design. <3
The three locations named here are:
Myron-Dara (the capitol, in the center of the map)
It has its name from “miron” = peace → the city of peace and the pearl of wisdomLycaria (the warrior’s village as explained in the story)
Aynur (the village deep inside a forest where witches live)
It has its name from “aynur” = moonlight
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Extra info:
Name: Phaedra
Meaning: greek name, translates to “glowing”
gender: female
born: when the tides stopped and the moon touched the ocean’s eternity
Qualities: Leader, Visionary
Preferred gemstone: Aquamarine (in the following explanations I was inspired by checking the meaning of the gemstone itself here: gemstonemeanings.us/aquamarine…
→ Aquamarine’s meaning is being the guardian of a quiet sea; it can encourage spiritual growth; boost the capability of reading the future (fortune-telling), increase honesty, dynamism, unyielding nature and success factors, coupled with cheerfulness and regularity; in addition it is believed to purify the mind and offer solutions to problems that have not been completed. This is why I chose this “keyrole” for her in Meri’s story above.
→ Aquamarine’s spiritual meaning is cleaning the mind to achieve eternal truth. That’s why I played a little with the meaning of truth above, before Meri meets Phaedra in the cave.
→ The combination of water energy and power of sky blue color of the Aquamarine stone will bring peace and protect from negative influences. That’s why she gets this role of the protector in the story of Meri’s grandma.
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I have no idea if this approach counts. I wanted to create something more along the lines of an emotional journey that this character has felt and has begun to overcome. It's not really much of a story. Please let me know if this counts and if not I will make something else!
"Streams of melancholy blue songs from memories of a distant wake. A sounder time with a fonder hue. Colorful memories could be seen peeking from curtains, once drawn and teeming with pink laughter.
Memories of yellow lace, green eyes, and ember skies burned into her blue, sullen brain. For each time we once had and all the pain we’ve felt - we must remember our pain is our joy. Swim in your sea of tears, but don’t lose sight of the shore.
The great blue is your reminder of a rainbow that once was.
Your once was is the only thing you’ve got in a dismal, crumbling world.
As the waves lap your tears and you learn how to swim your being grows stronger. Fonder of the salt riveting in your skin and the curiosity of the endless space beneath you. You’ll find your way back to the shore, guided by your heart. Guided by a world that now appears not so blue, or sullen - but shines aquamarine."
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Kathala was a high priest in her clan; She felt connected to the lands they roamed in a way no other quilldog ever did. At night the hills would whisper to her, the trees would sing of times long gone and the ocean would carry over the tales of a land lost many moons before. Kathala knew of the stories her ancestors told and the loss they had faced, but her knowledge of the great tragedies was deeper than that; their loss was hers, their grief was embedded deep inside her being. At night it is said she dances with the whisps of her ancestors; the fallen who traveled with their former clans to the new lands, unable to let go of the tragedy they suffered. She helps them find peace and calm their spirits; setting them free of their grief. As a token of her gratitude to what they meant to the quilldog history she breaks off a quill for every released spirit. At a clearing in the middle of the forest a patch of quills can be found. It illuminates the night sky and serves as an anchor for lost spirits.
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I feel like I did too much, but I had a lot of muse flow upon seeing this. Thank you for this opportunity!
docs.google.com/document/d/1C9…
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This is so pretty; I’m definitely going to participate in this fun little contest! I apologize if this entry comes out similar to another; it would merely be a coincidence since I haven’t read any of the other entries. Enough of my rambling, let’s get right to it!
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There has been a rumor going around amongst sailors that tells of a ghostly creature who searches for lost souls in the sea and guides them to land, which is believed to bring closure to the spirits and enable them to cross over. Although this rumor is seemingly just another tall tale from the ocean, some think there may be some truth to it.
This creature is claimed to reside on rocky shores or near ocean reefs, where most ships meet their doom. The creature only appears on the darkest of nights and the waters will begin to ominously glow when it is in the area. Glowing plankton falls from its pelt as it ventures across the sea, leaving a trail of sea sparkle more luminous than the glow of the surrounding waters; the glow presumably attracts the souls lost at sea.
Depending on who you’re talking to, the creature’s appearance may differ. The most unique description of the creature is that it looks much like a canine with quills, oddly enough, and is actually male. How he obtain his luminous fur is a quite simple tale; as a pup, he swam through some sea sparkle and the plankton stuck to his dark coat. Somehow, they have been thriving in their new hairy environment ever since.
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Ohh this design is so amazing! Thank you so much for the opportunity and good luck to everyone who enters! 💙
My entry is as follows:
Some say that Dreams are made of a rare sand, though any knowledge of where to find it has been lost.
Faded by time.
A shoreline, long forgotten and forever awash in silver moonlight exists in the depths of our minds. The water itself is an unknowable thing. It has been described as a river or a sea, or even as a lake. It appears only in the dreams of those in a deep slumber, and is never completely remembered upon waking. It is here that the Quilldog, Aevum, walks.
Wandering.
Shards of fallen stars are scattered at her feet, shimmering gently as they tumble in the waves. Over and over they swirl as the waves reduce them to silver sand. She walks along the shoreline, searching.
For what?
This feeling in the back of her mind — in the depths of her heart — it urges her on, though she's never known why. A thought just out of reach.
Tides come and go.
Time is a strange thing here, but the silver moon is her faithful companion. It has watched unblinking as she changed. The stars are now woven into her being, as much a part of her as they are the sand or the dreams they create.
Reflections.
Once dark and empty as the moon's shadow from which she was born, her coat now mirrors the light of the water and the constellations that hang so delicately above her. The jewel-like threads that adorn her quills are enchanted with pieces of memories. Stories she has collected as she traverses the shadowed paths between dreams. Her mind and markings hold a map of this sleeping world.
Familiar.
If you should find yourself upon this shore, lost and unable to escape the far reaches of your dream, seek her out and she will guide you back to the waking world.
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Here is my entry! <3
Thanks for the opportunity.
www.deviantart.com/ilanea/jour…
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Hi, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this. I hope it's ok!
I absolutely adore your work, btw. It makes my day when I see one of your creations.
Memories Light paws on heavy clouds.
The scorching cold.
We can only walk onward, without looking back.
Such is the nature of things.
Such is the nature of memories.
To look back is to admit defeat.
It admits that we would rather be as we were before, as if we were ashamed of what we have become.
Look ahead now, to where the indigo fires are burning.
We are not ashamed.
The scarlet ice does not touch us.
Our pace does not falter.
We carve our path into the harsh horizon,
dazzling blue against what once was.
Embers against the storm,
our sapphire eyes are burning,
our azure souls ablaze.
We are but a memory,
A memory, constantly evolving,
continually remade.
Eternally created.
Look onward, and see us.
Sparkling in this arctic sky.
Flames of life, burning our way through the atmosphere,
racing steadily onward.
Growing brighter as we age.
All we are is memories.
Memories of what was,
What is.
Memories of what will be.
My name is Ìrántí.
I am the echo that never fades.
I am the m
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I enter! I wish I will win ^^ I am a french speaker, I will write in french and traduct with google tradition. I just wish that they won't be faults! If they is, I wish that there is no things like if there is one fault one penality.
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wow, i like how the facial features are very pronounced here
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Here's my entry dear <3
The legend of EventideHey there, this is my contest entry for MischievousRaven <3
Thank you for the opportunity, and I hope you will have fun reading mine <3
Before reading, please, i advice you to listen to this music at the same time:
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It was my full inspiration for the legend i wrote, and I hope you'll like it <3
Have fune reading! ~
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~ Eventide is the lord of the ocean, the lord of every aquamarine living being. He is the most beautiful creature you're able to see underwater, or sometimes over the water or on the ground. When the sun shines the day, Eventide sleeps in a secret cavern, called the « Cavern of Eventia », hidden in a part of the ocean nobody discovered at this day, like he uses a sort of magic power to keep h
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Name: Shifin - Arabic for Memory Power
Age: Unknown - the pack tell time by the passing of tides. As they live in a vast cavern, hundreds of miles below the sea, where the only light is provided by crystals that grow in clusters along the walls and floors.
History: At birth, he was born purely black. Within his first moments of life, water infused with power dripped down from a stalacite high above him, this drop fell onto his body, sinking in where it started to glow a bright blue. As he grew as did his power and glow until they formed the markings he has in his adult life.
Each pack member came across their power, colours and markings in different ways. So none of them are the same.
As long as the pack can remember they have guarded the caverns and the secrets they hold. Even they do not know the extent of the cavern, how deep it runs and how many secrets it holds. They do feel the sheer power that radiates from the center of the earth below them. Upon the birth of a new pack member, that power gifts them with abilities they learn to control as they grow.
Shifin's powers are mostly visions. Of the past and the future. The past of the pack and the world above. He can detect the changes in the atmosphere of earth. The body of water above the cavern, the water that gave him his power, is heating up as the rest of the world does, he fears for the fate of all life on the planet. Despite never leaving the caverns, his power of sight allows him to see the entire history of the world and the many different futures that may happen. He feels responsible for protecting not just the cavern but the world above as well. The pack are never supposed to leave the caverns, yet he feels if he does not then all life on earth may be obliterated.
Personality: Shifin is a quiet soul. He spends alot of time in solitude, meditating and growing his powers. He feels a deep sense of longing to be in the world above, to help heal it. Yet he knows it is forbidden. This struggle bothers him. He enjoys spending time with his pack. There are not many of them, as they live very long lives and they mate for life. There are his parents, his sister and a brother. He enjoys playing games with his siblings, training with them, helping them expand their own powers. His favourite place to curl up and meditate is not far from where he was born. There are a cluster of stalacite that create a semi-circle, perfectly sized for him.
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Writing Contest Entry
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There was one little pup.
This pup differed from most whelps you may set your eyes upon.. for it had many different factors of it's physical attributes. It's entire body was covered in quills, and the pelt of pure darkness. No other color was upon it's pelt; it was all a pure black, even it's eyes. Perhaps one may see this as beauty, many may see it as a curse. For they did, for they did..
The pup was casted out for what it looked like. Many thought it was a curse, yes. Left alone to wither and fall in it's own sadness and regret, the pup was determined to find safety.. to find a home, to find someone or something that would treasure it. It ventured for many days, surviving on mere, tasteless bein
Here is my entry! I hope I didn't overdo it, lol.. and it makes sense, hopefully?
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Aquamarine Memories
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His blue markings flickered slightly in the dim cavern, exhausted. The creature had traveled for countless days and nights, weaving between trees and scrambling over rocks, to come to a rest here, in a beautiful cave where the aquamarine water lapped calmly at the soft sand. He watched the water in content, resting on the warm sand.
Memories.
He let the memories fly through his mind. Visions of his younger days, spent lazing around by the aquamarine water.
He blinked slowly, letting the memories of the cold blue ocean wash over him.
Aquamarine Memories.
He sighed contently, and closed his eyes, smiling softly as his quills shivered as goosebumps erupted across his body.
He was home.
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Ahh idk what that was... It was just some weird spur of the moment writing sorry if it's confusing haha
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I don't write often, but here's my best try! xD
A soul that was as wide and wavering as the ocean, born of the sea in the spring of March. A water spirit that danced on the ocean waters each night whose name was Anahita, meaning “water goddess.” Anahita’s personality was warm enough to melt even her enemies’ hearts. Maintaining a positive attitude, she hoped to positively change the world around her with one aquamarine stone at a time. She was fascinated by love and loved to see others happy together. She would give away precious aquamarine stones that she collected, filled with the beauty of the ocean and the warmth of her love to the newly mated couples. Believing that the stones would bless their relationship with happiness and endless love or reawaken love.
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