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WTA Entry - Justice KeeperThe Warmth Hidden Inside the Ice
The heat of the volcano hit the Beblunes hard, but they were used to this scorching blizzard of fire. The ones who lived here have adapted to the harsh temperature which easily climbs higher than 4,000 degrees. Since it’s so hot, Beblunes in this area rarely, if almost never, have eggs. Those who do are considered risk takers and are protected by the other Beblunes so they can focus on their egg. Unfortunately, many eggs do not hatch, for they are cooked from the inside when the volcano rumbles. So, that is why, Terence and Claudia are so fortunate to have their egg survive.
“Claudia! Come quick, our egg is about to hatch!” Terence barked cheerfully, watching the shaking egg crack. Claudia, who was collecting a few gems to munch on, quickly rushes over to her mate who met her with a smile.
“I’m so glad our little one survived…” Claudia murmured while nuzzling her beloved mate. Soon, a piece of egg shell hi
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Beblune WTA entry - Justice KeeperJustice keeper, hah, what an uncertain title. Keeper of justice, lent the right to judge the behavior and treatment of others. But on what?
What really is justice? Is it the word of the law? And if so does that mean the law is always just and all left behind by that law or aided by deserve as such?
Or is it perhaps is justice what is right? And if that’s the case, what defines that rightness? Is it what you’re taught, some immutable law of the universe, or maybe that voice that sounds somewhere between your heart and your head? No, maybe not. Nature knows no justice just as no two minds know the same truth. If justice is such an knowable thing, how is one meant to keep it.
Thunder beat a staccato rhythm against the clouds, flashes of light split the weary grey sky while the wind howled onwards and paws slipped and gripped on rain-wet stone.
Was it wise to climb a peak in a thunderstorm? Not really no. But here he was, fully aware of this fact and doing it anyways. He was a
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Justice Keeper WTA EntryJustice never used to be so quiet. He’s well known for being the quiet, mysterious Beblu of Grymllyn Wood, staying close to his secluded, man-made wooden shack. No one knows what had happened to him. He used to be so happy and carefree, laughing and chatting amongst both humans and Beblune. Justice helped everyone he knew, primarily in stopping local crime.
Many miss him, but no one knows why he stopped.
When they try to ask, they just get shut down. Justice would, for a long time, stare in shock, as if he just witnessed a ghost. He would then leave and isolate himself for many days. Now, he just turns, leaving a blank expression as his tail slides against the cold, hard earth. There are some theories villagers bounce around. Maybe he lost a loved one. Maybe he couldn’t save someone who needed help. Maybe he simply lost his voice. But none of those are true.
This is the real story of how Justice lost his voice.
Justice lived up to his noble name. He led the local police for
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Is there a word count to these that you want us to go above or stay below? Sorry, asking just in case xp
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there are no word limitations~
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Write to Adopt - EntryJustice Keeper
In a solitaire mountain not the tallest but the strongest, not known yet by any human, maybe because it was practically difficult reach to it by earth, that`s the exactly reason why a couple of Beblune chosed this desolated place to do their nest.
Surrounded by clear and precious cristals, and a feather beautifully painted with very litte details barely perceptive for human`s eyes. That`s the envirommenthe their parents prepared for the little pup Justice.
When the little pup opened his eyes the first thing he saw was that beautiful feather. The bright colors and the marks captivated him.
Suddenly the colors of the feather started to reflect on his own body. It was like the colors ran through from the tip of the feather to the pup face entering into his eyes and passign into every cell of him, the result was a pup that wear the colors of the wind and snow on himself, a pup destinated to reflect the beauty of that landscape for the rest of his existing.
Their parents look
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Here's my entry ;w;
Justice ( Beblune WTA entry )Justice, as he was simply known as, sat on a high rock, gazing down at the land. It was his role to protect all Beblune and creatures in Rotcatt canyon and the nearby areas from exiles and outsiders. His job meant that he would have restless nights and back-breaking workdays… All Beblune looked up to him for protection and help. His name was written in every book about the heroes in Beblune history. Every. Single. Beblune knew his name.
He hated it.
He knew that their hearts and souls would be broken if he failed at his job. He carried the world on his shoulders; and he knew if the very slightest thing went wrong, he would drop it. The world would shatter into a million pieces and all hope would be lost. He had hoped, prayed and wished that another Beblu would come along and take his place, or at least stay by his side and fight with him; but nobody stepped forward when he had asked. Nobody stepped forward when he hoped, nor prayed, nor wished...
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