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Post by NPC on Jun 8, 2021 14:57:43 GMT -6
Registration Ends- Please register your houluh's image, show name, stats, levels, loyalty, and your trained moves/tricks/abilities. - The Grand Prize is the coveted Maestre di Marq for the Champion! For Participation, users will be awarded Contest Hall Prize Points in accordance with their earned points. - There must be at least three contestants to run! You may only enter one houluh per Salonne, and it must be an adult.
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Post by Flare on Jun 10, 2021 11:08:36 GMT -6
Flare read the flyer that got impaled on his garden gate with a mute expression of annoyance. More of that such a person would use his gate as a paper stabber. Its a flyer for the latest salonne show. He'd not done the best of the group, but it took practice to get back into the swing. He understood Grendel's abilities a little better now. If she could perform alongside Shabh, that would be an interesting show. But thats not the case. Where was his grooming supplies. Grendel sniffs the paper in his hand once the initial groomingness is done, and she's been given several treats for being a good girl. Interest. Many smells. Out? She looks at her treat giver who is dusting off his 'overfurs' and preparing himself. Brushing his own hair, and using his easier to grip with paws to pull it behind his head. But who wants to pin their ears behind their head? "Whisper in the Willows of Hatari is here to enter for the salonne." he speaks like one higher of his own class, Its a matter of poise and selling yourself for being convincing. x.20
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Post by Kadin on Jun 19, 2021 12:18:59 GMT -6
Well, the last time there had been a contest, Elk had done pretty well for himself, but he hadn't won. Kadin felt that it wouldn't be a bad idea to enter him in another contest, just to give him more experience. He figured that what he really needed to do was to probably train him a bit more so it would be more easy to win a contest, but he wasn't going to worry about it too much for now. Instead he was just going to let Elk continue doing his thing while, on the side, Kadin tried to train up other puppies before getting back to Elk. It didn't mean he didn't take him seriously, of course. He brought plenty of items to the contest hall and even gave the houluh a good groom beforehand so that they'd be more successful in the contest. They would only be able to do their best and they still might not win, but you never know until you try.
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Post by Noa on Jun 19, 2021 19:50:40 GMT -6
In for a penny, in for a pound, Noa supposed, as he walked up to the contest hall building again. Last time, he had been here to sign up for the beauty contest, and the appearance of Azalea at so innocuous a contest registry had startled quite a few of the staff. But then someone else had arrived with something arguably even worse, and they had left him alone. The area for registering for Houluh shows were set a little apart from the other contests without species limits, but there was still a slight apprehension in the face of the man at the table when Noa approached. Noa had no idea why; the only thing he could possibly be entering here is another one of those Houluh. "I'm here to sign up," Noa said. "Rhys?" The Faeron used his telekinesis to lift the clipboard, while Noa scribbled in Nana's information. She wasn't even a badly behaved Houluh, and stood by his side with a certain measure of stoicism. Noa handed the clipboard back as soon as he was finished with it. Really, so much paperwork for this lot... The points would be worth it, he thought. Or at least they had better be.
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Post by Lethalia on Jun 23, 2021 0:24:17 GMT -6
The last competition... they just might have gotten sidetracked. Sure, the actual arena-part of the competition was right after registration. But there were so many things going on and there was a food cart outside while they were waiting, and then other ventures with their sparkly wares to draw her further away from the contest hall - Lethalia never knew how she sabotaged herself (she did, but wasn't ready to admit it), but all she could do now was hope Foggy getting scratched from the show's rosters wouldn't harm her future odds. Though it would ne nice to be able to say she learned from the last time, the satyr poked her head into the registration area well after it ought to have been closed. She managed to catch an employee's eye, looking quite delighted even at their scrambling to look too busy to help someone sign up late. "Here I was thinkin' I was too late," she beamed, without a trace of remorse in her tone. Sometimes she'd feel bad, but filling out some paperwork? That hardly sounded like a strain. Foggy was just happy her owner was happy, and Lethalia was happy her carefully shampooed coat hadn't been rolled in random debris yet. All the more reason to show up late as possible. "Seein' as yall're still here, I'm lookin' t'sign Foggy here up!" The registrar stared at the woman with deadened eyes as a form and pen were procured, because of course she wanted to sign up after time.
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