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Post by NPC on Aug 6, 2019 12:10:34 GMT -6
Shanya was delighted to get the lovely contest hall up and rolling once more, especially with a fun cute contest to see all of the most adorable creatures in the labs! She was beaming as usual as she walked up to the mic to announce, "Welcome back to the show, ladies and gentlemen! Now's the time for our contestants to show off just how cute they are! I hope our crowd enjoys the show, and remember your favorites so you can come and cast your vote to help us pick out the cutest critter~!"-Show Ring ends August 20th- ((Please put ALL tricks, moves, and abilities used by your contestant in an OOC line at the end of your post, even ones not done on command, else they will not be counted toward your score. Please note if you would like the Male or Female Stardust Orbaru in your first post.))
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Post by Renathan on Aug 6, 2019 21:50:59 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 wasn't aiming to win this go around honestly; he was here mostly for fun, and it showed. The mammalian was certainly less of a showman this go around. Of course, Auburn was one of his favorites, and he was super proud of her, but Delacour was quite cute. He just didn't want to steal the show this time. "Hello everybody!" He called out, as he stepped up to perform the show ring portion. He held Delacour gently in his arms, grinning beneath his mask. "This is Delacour! She doesn't know any tricks yet, but isn't she adorable?" Renathan showed her off a bit; the rainbow-ribbon around her neck looking quite cutesy. He sat her down for just a moment, sort of crossing his fingers that her well-combed (but still pretty coil-y) fur would be excellent. He knew that sometimes she was horribly cute, but she was a baby balgor after all. The tiny kitten looked up at all of the people and felt just a little frightened; and it just so happened that one of her instincts, little did Renathan know of course, was that when scared she attempted to draw in her 'enemies' for a possibly fatal strike. As a kitten, however, she wouldn't really be able to deliver any strikes... But her little alluring actions were indeed cute! Her instincts proved quite well, her bright gooseberry green eyes suddenly widened to be as big as saucers (so to speak) and she suddenly looked so demure and adorable that even Renathan couldn't get over how cute and deceptively weak she looked! "Aww, what a cutey! Okay Delacour, let's get you brushed out." He said, gently giving her a bit of a combing. "That's it everybody, you all have a great day!" He said, scooping up the little balgor kitten. He was really hoping that someone out there would do super well today, he was glad to get to show off Delacour but she wasn't really ready for this. Nothing like some friendly competition! [Delacour used Deceptive Lure: She does not know it on command.] (Renathan is using Sever Bond) [I'd like the Male Stardust Orbaru please. <3]
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 7, 2019 16:16:52 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 watched as Renathan walked off ring with his balgor. The little feline was indeed adorable, but Fiera had her own tricks up her sleeve. She had been dead last in the beauty competition, but this time she was up second. That was good- it meant that both the audience and the judges were still fresh, their teeth unrotted by all the cuteness on display. Well, they wouldn't have a pearly white between them once Henri was done with them. She glanced down at the little creature trotting along at her ankles. Only the size of a small cat, Henri might be a bit difficult to see... but she'd do her best regardless. "Come on, Henri!" She said cheerily, holding up a couple of seeds to motivate him. Henri chirped loudly and happily followed her out into the show ring. "Hello, ladies and gents!" Fiera called out to the crowd, blinking into the bright lights illuminating the showfloor. "I've got a beautiful little boy to show you today!" She said, gesturing to Henri, who chirped cutely, gazing up at the audience. "Isn't he cute?" She said, scooping him up under his armpits, and showing him to the crowd. Thankfully, she had taught him to tolerate such things, and barely even moved. Instead, he looked up at the crowd with his big black eyes. Fiera stood him down on the ground, letting him get his bearings as she walked off a distance. "Stay there, Henri!" She said cheerfully. Once she had backed up several feet, she pat her legs and called for him. "Ok, now come here!" She said, and he ran right to her. A couple murmurings and 'aw's came from the crowd at his baby legged gait. Once he reached her, she surreptitiously slipped him a seed while addressing the audience again. "Isn't he a good boy? Thank you so much for coming out today, Henri." She said, turning back to Henri and sticking out a hand. "Shake!" She said, quiet enough that the crowd couldn't see her. After a moment of hesitation, he put his paw in her hand, and she shook it as if it was the end of a business meeting. Then, she stood up, and waved to the crowd one last time. "Thank you all for seeing us today! Ok Henri, say goodbye to the nice people! Speak up!" She said, and Henri looked at the audience. Then, perfectly on cue, he sang them a cute little song in the sweet tones that jolly birds were known for, before following Fiera off stage. As soon as they were out of sight of the judges, Fiera laughed and scooped Henri up. That couldn't have gone better! [Henri uses Come, Tolerance, Stay, Come, Shake, and Speak Up] (I'd like the male stardust orbaru, please!)
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Post by Flare on Aug 9, 2019 12:21:10 GMT -6
Once the pen left the paper before him, the blonde human female had gotten up, left the table and gone to introduce the contest. Then repeating it in ssakash for Flare's convenience. At least part of that he understood. "Take your Mfalme when its your turn, go on the stage, and show off how cute he is." the stranger told him, short sweet and to the point. "When the red bird is done, go take your turn." Red bird? Flare turned around, Monarch holding tight to his wing. Oh, THAT red bird. A red bird with no wings and four legs that followed his human female around like a dog. The drake watched the human lead her bird-dog through a few of his tricks, to finish off with the little thing raising up on his hind legs and singing for the audience. Monarch peeked over his wing at this, a bit surprised with the sounds of the creature. He vaguely remembered seeing a bird like that when he was a little kitten... littler.
As she left the stage, the human behind him told him it was his turn at last. A cold rush of embarassment ran through the drake as he realized that the whole room was filled with people of all kinds. Even one or two ssa. He had little to show for Monarch's attempts of being cute. He knew his name but thats about it. Time to try.
Carefully, the drake limps up to the stage, the evergreen king clinging to him. All those eyes; of something much bigger then he is. To the audience, this ssa appears to be homeless, hobbling along, with nothing but a tattered sunhat on his head, a wound on his face and a mound of green clinging to his wings. A ssa with wings, that isn't seen often. But this isn't a Freak Show, this is a cute contest. Needless to say, the drake himself wasn't cute at all.
He has to pry Monarch off his wing with both hands, leaning heavily on his good leg to keep balanced, even using his tail. For something so small, Monarch had a bit of strength in those claws.
"Flare." He points at himself when the task is completed. "Mfalme." he points down at the evergreen king. {Anapendeza, yes?" A few people he could hear coo at the size and shape of the little cat creature. He wiggled himself free of Flare's grip, landing on all fours and shaking himself out. A few browning needles came free with the shaking. "Mfalme." he says. The little cat looks at him, a bit expectant. From Flare's pouch came a fat red berry. He crouches, and offers it to the creature, who takes it, and chews it up greedily. Good, he had enough interest to listen somewhat today. Carefully, Flare shuffled himself a few feet away, watching the evergreen king's movements to make sure he was throughly distracted with licking berry juices of his claws.
"Mfalme." He calls simply. The creature looks up at him, and he has another berry, this time yellow and red. Curious, he watches as the drake makes an odd motion with his big clawed hand, and comes forth to take his treat. A nod, good. Luckily he hadn't had time to check if the creature had eaten or not. "Mfalme kaa hapa." he told the creature, then backs away again. Whether or not he heard, that was up to chance. Again, Flare produces a berry. "Mfalme." reaction. "njoo hapa Mfalme." he shows the berry. Still hungry, Monarch comes up to take his prize. A nod, good. But he was going for the food, not for the words. Which is what humans seemed to like.
"Mfalme." he finally stands, and gestures to the little one. A tiny pink tongue licks his brown beaked face as Monarch cleans himself from his breakfast snacks. A polite bow, and heads off the stage. "Mfalme." he responds again. The evergreen king realized quickly he was being left behind. Nope, not behind here! He wanted home, scrambling off the stage to ascend up Flare's tail to grip onto his wings again. Nice tall vantage point. At least to him.
[Monarch uses Name, Come, Stay, Follow (name is the only thing taught)
Female stardust please] 17.20
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Post by Jack on Aug 12, 2019 7:31:19 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 Well... she still thought he was pretty cute, all things considered. She smiled a little and stepped forward for a moment and then announced, "This is Flood, he doesn't know anything, but... he's pretty cute I think. Look at his bow-tie!" She chuckled a little as she thought about it and kneeled down next to the little calf. While the rest of the species had grown, Flood had stayed a baby for now, which wasn't a bad thing in her eyes. She wished he would have grown up, she wished he would grow up, but as of right now things were fine the way they were. The Labs had fallen into disrepair, and while some people were trying to keep up the traditions of the Labs, it was slipping through their fingers, it seemed. Jack sighed a little and forced a smile on her face as she stood up and bowed a little, rubbing Flood's coarse fur with one hand. [Male Stardust please!]
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Post by Aura on Aug 15, 2019 6:37:09 GMT -6
Name: Liberty Level: 1.3 Loyalty: 1.3 Stamina: 1 Strength: 1 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Loosen Fur, Opposable Thumbs Moves: Climb Tricks: None Loyalty tricks: None As for registration, Aura lined up with the rest, Liberty resting on their shoulder. They couldn't help but notice that on the listing, they had omitted the use of the word slave, and it had pleased them to see that. They didn't want to think of their admittedly small friend in that kind of capacity. Perhaps, eventually, they'd petition to give the little creatures their own name away from the life they were subjected to. That was a matter for the future, though; for now, they waited their turn. As soon as it became their time, they pulled Liberty down into their arms. The lights shining down on both of them was... Intense. Liberty and Aura blinked, trying to adjust to how out of their element that they were. They started their walk, looking up at the stands and at the judges, trying to figure out where their focus should be. Who were they trying to appease the most? After an exhale, they decided to focus on the judges, tail swishing in anxiety. Liberty couldn't see anything from where she was resting in the ssashirk's arms. She turned in Aura's arms, scrambling up the side and onto the top of their head. With a good handhold on their hair, it was easy to make sure they were seen by anyone watching. She looked around the ring, eyes glistening, tail wagging. She was nervous, and tried to keep from shedding too much; she was sure leaving a trail of fur on the ground wouldn't earn her any points. It was just...so warm under everyone's sight... [Liberty used climb(not on command), and showed off her opposable thumbs which cannot be taught. Male stardust orbaru please~]
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 17, 2019 1:56:24 GMT -6
' This sure seems to have attracted quite a crowd.' She couldn't help but think as sees at least a little the crowd that has come to show up for this particular contest, she wasn't even all that surprised to see quite a few children at the front row too when usually it is only the adults she tends to see in these contests. Still, as she hasn't come to watch the show the others are performing before her, she focuses her attention on Taryn. She may have given him a bath already, but there is no reason for her to not brush his fur again and make it appear more nicer as the trip to here may have ruffled his fur enough to get noticed. ' At least he is interested in what is going on around him.' She thought with a smile as she sees his head move in different directions whenever there is a particular interesting sound going on. Before she takes her backpack off, she lowers the leash enough to be able to step on it and not need to keep it in her hand, essentially keeping her hands free for what she is planning to do. Dropping her backpack carefully on the ground she then bends over for the moment to open the largest zipper and take out a few brushes. "This should do it." She mutters, catching Taryn's attention when she does. "TheMreww?" He mangles whatever word he was trying to say with a plaintive mew of attention. Smiling she picks up the first brush, starting at the head where she takes of the Malii hat and putting it aside for now. Letting the brush carefully go around the parts that are more mushroom and plant fiber then fur, and smoothing it out. That Taryn is purring and clearly enjoys being brushed is just a bonus as it makes him at least for this part willing to sit still, only the twitching of his tail that makes the sound of tinkling bells that are tied on there makes it known what is moving instead. She chuckles as he leans his shoulder into the brush when she starts to go in that direction, the fur at his face smoothed out enough that it doesn't look like they had been walking along with his head sticking into bushes now and then when something catches his interest. At least the smell of the autumn is still noticeable when she had given him a bath before coming here. (Male Stardust Orbaru Please)
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 17, 2019 1:57:07 GMT -6
"Can you stand up Taryn? Stand up." She repeats herself as she uses her free hand to bring it under his belly and push him up. He flattens his ears at that as he stares at her face. "Up!" She calls out again, bringing more pressure on his belly. With a disgruntled mew he started to stand up, ears flattened still, but when he feels her brush his belly, he started to relax a bit. “See? Nothing to worry about Taryn.” She says softly to him. At least his belly is free from the mushrooms he has growing on his head, back and tail, she needs to be extra careful in those areas as while they can take a hit, the times that it happens brings a painful yowl from Taryn. Once she smoothed out the fur on his belly, she takes out the string with bells from his tail, laying it on top of the hat, and picking up the de-matter comb since it is a smaller and more precise brush. “Only this, and then your legs, we should be done after that.” She also checks to see if she is still standing enough on the leash that it won’t be a problem if he tries to pull away, she’s still standing on it luckily. Slowly she picks up his tail, checking his response to see if he isn’t going to lash out. Some types of cats don’t like it after all, and he is only half a cat. When he narrows his eyes and she sees his ears flatten, she lets go for the moment. Carefully placing the hand she had used to pick up his tail and place it on his back, smoothly petting him in the direction she had brushed all his fur in, When he starts purring, and becomes more distracted with what she is doing on his back. She picks up his tail once more with the other hand, just laying it in her hand and waiting, he doesn’t seem to notice it all that much as he still purrs in contentment from what she did at his back.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 17, 2019 1:57:24 GMT -6
Making one last softer stroke on his back, she is quick to pick up the de-matter comb and carefully start brushing at the base of his tail, being sure to avoid any mushrooms so that she doesn’t accidently scratch them. Taryn has his ears flattened again as he watches her with something akin to a hawk’s gaze with how intently he looks at her, still he didn’t pull his tail away from her hand. When she felt it is good enough, she dropped the de-matter comb in favor for the brush, and started at his legs, gaining more of a hesitant purring, then one that is of outright enjoyment. She’s careful not to touch the small wings at his hindlegs while doing so.
Those still look like they have been groomed, the yellow tips on the feathers look great in combination to the more darker gold fur markings he has in her opinion. “Alright, this should do it.” She says while dropping the brush now as well. Taking the string of bells first, she ties it close to the tip, just before the biggest mushroom on his tail grows at the end, making the tinkling of bells be heard again when he twitches his tail from side to side. Then picks up the hat, carefully placing it on top of the mushroom at his head, hiding it from side. Hopefully this will look cute enough for the kids at least. Packing up the rest of the contents she used back in her bag, she then places the bag on her back.
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 17, 2019 1:58:30 GMT -6
Rolling her shoulders to make sure the straps sit comfortably, and not dig into her skin. Once that is done she picks up the leash, taking a step back so that she is off it and fully standing up. “Let’s go Taryn, show ‘em what your made of.” She grins at seeing him look up in confusion at her. Tugging softly on his leash she leads him to the entrance of the show ring, waiting for their turn to give it a go. She isn’t certain, but perhaps she had groomed him long enough that most of the contenders have taken their turn already? A lot of the folks that looked slightly stressed at the beginning where more relaxed now. When the person at the showring finished up with presenting their pet and left the ring, she stepped inside with Taryn, his tail raised and curled in what she thinks looks like it’s in the form of a question mark while the tinkling of bells could easily be heard.
Bowing once before the judges and crowd she then says in a cheerful voice. “Hello, I am Twilight, and this Taryn a crossbreed with I think a Mosca and Kinoko, but I am not too sure about that. They’re called Kisca as a species at least.” She adds as she hesitates slightly, looking down at Taryn for a moment as he eyes the crowd nervously, tail twitching often enough that the tinkling of bells is easily heard. “Still, he sure looks cute, doesn’t he?” She grins to the crowd while one of the many small tails on the hat leans more to the right shoulder of Taryn as he tilts his head. “Cute looks..” She hears Taryn say suddenly in the same tones she used just now, only placing the words in the wrong combination. “Ahh, yes, he’s also capable of mimicking the speech pattern or any other sound he hears.” She actually forgot to mention that, but the reminder is a good thing to have. Tugging on his leash lightly, she made him follow her to the bleachers, and while he did do that, she could see the tension in his body as he follows stiffly after her, the tinkling of the bells just a bit louder as he nervously twitches with his tail. They walk a whole circle around the ring so that everyone can see him from close up. When that was done, she led him to the middle again where he seems to look more relaxed than that they came so close to all those people, bowing once to the judges and crowd. “Well, this was it then. Hope you enjoyed looking at Taryn, and see you all next time!” She than tugs on Taryn’s leash again, taking him along to the exit. While usually she has a game plan for these kinds of contests, today she hadn’t tried it too much. She is more or less hoping that with how well-groomed Taryn is, that it will be enough for now.
[Mimic, not on command] Taryn LV 1.0, LY 1.0 Twilight 0.4 - Logged
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 20, 2019 0:08:57 GMT -6
Meade's 'class' so to speak wouldn't matter a lick in a competition like this one, but it couldn't hurt her reputation any. Lethalia couldn't help but swell with pride over the hatchling's father, and Meade herself - the wee flighted hen was something like a physical stamp of quality in the drake. Her birthright of flight and power might hail from her sire, but Meade's legacy was going to become one all her own. It felt like a tall order, for a mere whelp to grow into such expectation put upon her from her ancestry. With luck, she was going to grow into her inheritance. After all, even her giant of a 'da had been this small, once upon a time. For now - hopefully this floral-yellow hen was up to being the cutest! The rest would come with time. Entering the contest hall with Meade hadn't taken a lot of consideration, really. She was the softest colored of all her sarane babies, an the most easygoing to boot. Her younger sister was already growing into a problem, and even if she did think about bringing her blue-eyed white hatchling, he was too much of an absolute jerk to even think about bringing. That too seemed to be hereditary. |Male orbaru please!|
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Post by Lethalia on Aug 20, 2019 0:09:20 GMT -6
It felt strange to not be grooming every inch of the hatchling like what would feel normal for a contest like this. But there's no fur to brush and shine, no mane and tail to wash and groom into compliance. It took some time to settle on what it was she could do to prepare a sarane for being shown off, but eventually the satyr came to settle on a few finishing touches on the baby. Using a soft cloth, she buffed the baby's scales with scale-oil, but it took some doing to keep hold on a squirming hatchling and already-savage talons grappling for her arms when the hen decided she was 'over' all of the attention.
Scale-oil gave Meade a subtle sheen, just aglow with all of her bright colors even if her butter-soft baby scales needed much help in looking silky to the touch. It brought out the deep green cloak over her topside, standing out in brilliant contrast as the deep fade continued over her large wings. Faint shimmerings of blue and purple are the most interesting thing to the satyr, as it seemed to bring fourth just a subtle idea of the markings she would shed into more and more as she aged.
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