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Post by NPC on Jul 31, 2019 11:17:51 GMT -6
"It's time for the cutest pets to be entered into a contest! Enter your most adorable animal and we'll see how they stack up against each other!" Shayna announced happily into her microphone.
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Post by Jack on Jul 31, 2019 12:43:34 GMT -6
Name: Flood Gender: Male Age: Baby Species: Murp StatsLevel: 0 Loyalty: 2 Stamina: 4 Strength: 2 Resistance: 2 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Loosen Fur, Plains-Runner Moves: Lick, Kick She thought he was cute at least. Jack chuckled as she led the cute little Murp into the Contest Hall on a leash and adjusted the bow on his throat. Flood wasn't too impressed, and he mooed as they walked, but they were cute little moos and that's all that really mattered. He was a little stubborn as well, which was fine when it was all said and done, but she hoped they wouldn't have issues at the contest either. She gave a little sigh and then stepped forward, seeing no one else around but her and Flood at the moment, then gave a little shrug and introduced themselves, "I'd like to enter my Murp, Flood, into the cute contest, if I may?" She gave a winning smile, hoping that might help their entrance into the contest as well, though she doubted it would really do anything. Oh well, that didn't matter too much she supposed, at least they were there and that's all that mattered right now, right?
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Post by Renathan on Jul 31, 2019 12:50:59 GMT -6
Delacour | Female | Baby BalgorStamina: 1 Strength: 1 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 1 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Psychic Resistance, Thick Fur, Super-Luck, Iron Will Moves: Nip, Deceptive Lure, Mental Barrier - Renathan had not really expected to find the Contest Hall so fun the last time, when he brought Auburn to the beauty contest. Today; he was bringing a creature to the cute contest that wasn't really trained, but he figured that she was cute enough to at least be entered. He was not at all expecting her to actually place of course. Delacour was both spirited and pampered, and it showed. She took to the brushing decently enough, but getting the rainbow bow that Jack had brought him at his request onto her neck was incredibly difficult. Finally, he had gotten her to stop batting at it; but it was a hard-won battle. He holds her up in his arms as he steps up to the Registration desk. "Hello there, I'd like to enter my balgor kitten, Delacour, into the Cute contest?" She mrawwed at that; she was incredibly talkative for a baby for sure! Perhaps it was because she was stunted at this age? That had to be it. Her coiled and kinked fur was absolutely adorable though, quite thick and surprisingly plush. Maybe that would help? - (Renathan is using Sever Bond)
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Post by Aura on Jul 31, 2019 22:14:31 GMT -6
Level: 1.2 Loyalty: 1.2 Stamina: 1 Strength: 1 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Loosen Fur, Opposable Thumbs Moves: Climb Tricks: None Loyalty tricks: None They felt somewhat bad, bringing a creature as smart as they were to a place like this and saying 'oh look how cute it is', but honestly, Liberty didn't seem to mind so much. Was it so different than what their former profession had been anyway? They let Liberty ride on their shoulder, standing patiently in line at the registration desk. The two of them had not yet figured out a way to communicate(Aura didn't like ribbons of telepathy), but the ssashirk intended to learn sign language and then teach it to the tiny creature. It was easier that way, and perhaps they would even share a ribbon with her just long enough to pass along the language. They were partners. Winning something like this was prestige, and provided opportunity for things to help them in their future. It was the only reason they were here. "Hello; I would like to enter my dash claw...pet... into the cute contest." They disliked how, even free, Liberty was referred to by her previous ownership.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 3, 2019 8:07:44 GMT -6
With the last contest being over and now with a new one started once more, it makes her wonder if there will be more or less contenders wanting to join in on this one, or sit it out and watch the show unfold. She doesn’t think sitting on the sidelines and watching the show will be something she’d ever enjoy, not if there is a chance she can join in on the fun. Tugging lightly on Taryn’s leash when he seems to be distracted with some butterflies landing near a patch of flowers near the sidewalk. The bells on his tail tinkling pleasantly as he swishes with his tail in interest at the insects. “C’mon Taryn, we are almost there.” She says in a cheerful tone, as she eyes the building not even twenty meters from their position. Already a crowd of people where lining up to go inside at the smaller she saw farther ahead, but the bigger set of doors to allow passage for larger creatures is closer to them. “We are c’mon!” She hears Taryn chirp back in her own tone of voice and inflection when she had said it, making her chuckle at Taryn’s action as he looks up at her. The big cat she brought along for this contest might be a strange one, but she is certain he is charming enough with his own actions to wow the crowd. Tugging once more she finally got Taryn moving again with her, the pair stopped only till they reached the doors for the registration in order to enter the contest. She made certain Taryn entered the building first before she did, wanting to make certain he wouldn’t be up and about in causing mischief behind her. Though so far, he has been acting quite compliant with her. Not even trying to get out of his collar or try to get rid of the adornments she has him wear. “There, there!” He chirps in her voice, making her look down at him as he looks up at her, she smiles at seeing his eyes sparkle at her. Perhaps, and just hopefully, the only mischief that he would want to get into is just repeating things. Looking back at the line of people waiting to register their pet, she could see it wouldn’t take long for there turn to come. It was perhaps ten minutes after they entered that it is their turn to head to the desk. “Hello again, I’d like to enter this month with my Taryn the Kisca crossbreed if possible.” For she doesn’t know on which species there are certain limits put on certain contests. Still worth a try at least. She knows at least the one time she took along a white fox so small it could be put in her pocket that she was disqualified from the start unfortunately. Though, she isn’t certain if that happened when she registered for the cute contest as well. Twilight 0.1 -Logged Taryn LV 0.1, LY 0.1
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 5, 2019 19:53:21 GMT -6
There had been times the satyr had been able to admit to herself that her own tastes may differ a bit from others here; she was still waiting for the results of the last contest to see just how much a difference there was. Just as she'd expected Mavelle had ended up being one of the slightly more plain entrants in comparison to a snow-sparkling izer of some sort, and a few of those moon-rabbits.
Once more, it felt like she might have been bringing a bit of an oddity with her. Perhaps there was a sort of bias, but Lethalia could hardly pick between which baby creature was cuter; they all melted her heart in an instant! What better to bring to a 'Cute' competition than an adorable sarane whelp? No surprises she'd choose Vidarr's first daughter, even if there was an entire armful of sarane hatchlings to pick from. Meade's butter-yellow and purple scales just made her look all that much softer and sweeter than the rest, especially when accompanied by a couple of blossoms in matching colors hung 'round her neck.
Unlike her sire, the hen was especially slow-growing and lingered around the size of a large housecat for the time being. She'll happily let the little beast have all the time she wanted to grow up, especially considering what that would entail; Meade was such a sweet girl, it was hard to imagine that time coming. Already the hatchling's wings far outgrew what the satyr had observed in her previous hen at this age, heralding the flighted wings that would come in her future. For now, at least, she could enjoy a hen-baby small enough to rest in the crook of her arm, clinging to her owner's shirt.
"Meade here's enterin' the cute contest," she declared to the registrar, even if her big smile hadn't been met by much enthusiasm.
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 6, 2019 11:36:08 GMT -6
Henri - Male - Jolly Bird Level 8 - Loyalty 10 Stats:Stamina: 1 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 0 Special Abilities: Tundra Dwelling Moves: Peck, Sweet Song Tricks Known: Name, Come, Stay, No, Tolerance, Speak Up, Shake Fiera flounced into the contest hall, Henri trailing behind her, chirping at all the different competitors. She quietly shushed him- she didn't need her pet getting friendly with the competition after all. She hadn't managed to push through in the previous competition, but Fiera wasn't about to be dissuaded. She had spent nearly a week training Henri for this, and had spent ages making sure he was primped and preened beforehand. She didn't think he could look any nicer- or cuter, for that matter. She gave her competition a side eye as she passed. Like last time, it looked to Fiera like she had some tough competition, but she wasn't easily intimidated. Even if Henri looked like an old boot, his personality alone would be more than enough to win over the ground. She picked him up gently as she approached the registration desk. "Hello there. I'm here to enter Henri, my jolly bird."
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Post by Flare on Aug 6, 2019 12:02:54 GMT -6
Name: Monarch [Mfalme] Level 10, Loyalty 10 Male King of the Evergreen Stamina: 2 Strength: 1 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 1 Mentality: 1 Special Abilities: Thorny Body, Cold Resistance, Fire Weakness Moves: Healing Berry, Scratch
Knows: Name (Mfalme) There’s more to the city then just sarane fights and gardening, they said. Granted, one hadn’t been active in a long time; and Flare, to the other’s opinion (this being the warden of the gardens) appeared to be getting itchy feet, needing to get out and stretch his limbs. Go out to the big building covered in ribbons and filling with people. Can’t miss it, they said. What it was, he didn’t know. But the drake did feel the need to get out and move. It wasn’t until after he walked past the warden’s hut that the monkey creature thing called out “You’ve got a stowaway!” Stowaway? Glancing around, the ssashirk couldn’t see anything. Something between his wings itched though. Thankful for a long arm, he reached behind his back from beneath the wing, dislodging the object. Sliding down and not causing any damage thankfully, Mfalme the tree-cat thing turned out to be the creature in question. The gleaming eyes glanced up at him. He removed the little tree-cat and put them back over the fence. Not five minutes later, he found Monarch attached to him again. A quiet sound, were they that attached? The creature in Flare’s opinion disliked him. Once later, and the two unusual creatures found themselves at the table. The human, a female, smiled their flat teeth smile at him, and said something in common he had trouble understanding. “I speak {Tumai, I don’t understand.} Flare spoke his sentence out slowly. Her eyes got wide, face pulling into a confused look. Another judge tapped her on the shoulder, and hissed in her ear. She nods, scooting her chair aside. [Speak ssakash?] the stranger asks. Flare nods. [Good. Write your name here, and introduce your little friend.] Flare’s eyes scan the page, but he’s just as confused. [This is the cute contest, isn’t that why you are here? To enter?] [Enter Mfalme.} he gestures to the clinging evergreen king on his wing. The stranger exhales through the nose, which looks disturblingly snakelike at close range. “Name Flare.” The paper appears very unfinished, but the stranger nods and makes a note. Does not speak Common. Needs interpreter.
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