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Post by NPC on Apr 30, 2021 20:12:09 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 May 2, 2021 5:43:24 GMT -6
He hadn't kept up on the fact that the houlou shows were near a constant through the contest hall after he'd finished the initial entrance of Grendel. He woke up one morning to a mountain of fur curled up to him for warmth. Even no longer a dragonish figure himself, he still felt naturally warm. Power of the earth? Grendel's head reached his ribcage. Consequently, she needed a bigger wheel, because stepping into that didn't even pan out for her starter exercise. It might be interesting, he thought to himself, to show the humans around him that his dog could run in place like some sort of giant furry hamster. It was a working show. How could that show off doing a job. Get himself cleaned up, and convince Grendel that getting clean wasn't a bad thing... thats a job in and of itself. 'I would like to enter my houlou in the salonne show please.' He tells the contest staff when he finally gets up there. x.20
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Post by Nadia on May 6, 2021 6:01:26 GMT -6
Back pursuing the glory of the show ring, after quite a while. Nadia felt the familiar buzz of nerves settling in her gut - having Inky alongside her helped, but there was something about the commotion of the contest hall that always set her on edge. Not necessarily in an unpleasant way... it was beginning to morph into a driving force, a way to encourage her to try her best to win. They weren't the best prepared for this niche, though. Indie and Inky were the most work-ready pair, assisting her with haulage around the house and its grounds, but she didn't think their training was extensively orientated towards labour. But what did it matter? The first show for them in a long time, so the most important thing was to have some fun. " Good afternoon. We would like to be signed up for the salonne, please," She smiled at the staff member accepting entries. " This is Inky."
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Post by Alma on May 6, 2021 8:45:25 GMT -6
When it came to working animals at any place other than the city, Alma had a pretty good idea of what to expect. Beasts such as murp pulled plows to dig deep furrows into the earth, while smaller ones such as izer were used to both carry messages and bring the farmers certain temperatures. Vulticus were also fairly common out there, having escaped whatever cloud of death that had wiped out the first generation born in the labs, and they were strong enough to deal with an equillions kick or to scare off a roaming balgor.
And yet, here she was with Tin. She liked the houluh, the floppy-eared pup’s extensive training was a sign of that, but only in a city would folks consider the show dog a ‘working’ beast of any kind. Then again, they also liked to make the claim that a goddess had taken an interest in the lab-made beast, so she couldn’t be all that surprised.
Her houluh, Tin, followed her with the same complete obedience she had come to expect from the little pet. Sure, Tin kept her nose pressed to the ground and snorted like a bwee as she picked up the scents of the other critters that had been in the hall since the last time they were there, but she stuck to Alma’s side nonetheless.
The hound looked up from whatever scents she had been vacuuming up from the ground as Alma introduced her to the person running the front desk, the houluh leaning into the one-handed ear scratches her attention had been rewarded with. Alma filled out the paperwork with her other hand and a joking request to just use one of the forms from Tin’s previous entries.
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Post by Morgan on May 6, 2021 8:59:43 GMT -6
Morgan had been incredibly successful with Nico in the Salonne that they had entered with him, and while they hadn't managed to be as extensive with the other houluh (partially because they were dealing with their job now- and of course the fact that their Tat-lung family was in the process of expanding!) they still thought that it might be fun to go out with one of their decently trained ones to show off a little. It was a nice hobby to have, and of course they didn't really intend to win.
Selene was a great choice, Morgan decides. They had looked over the bunch and finally selected her due to her slight protection training. Someday they hoped to go ahead and finish that training! For now, they step up to the registration desk with Selene on a leash and collar- and then smiled (arrogantly of course) in the general direction of the registrar. "This is Morgan of the wu-Wiltholm Estate Kennels- I'd like to register Wiltholm Estate's Bark at the Moon for the Working Salonne."
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Post by Noa on May 6, 2021 18:24:31 GMT -6
A Houluh show was happening, and Noa happened to have an eligible Houluh. It was really one of those 'might as well do it' situations. That, and he did genuinely want to see what all the fuss was about, and whether this would be worth doing again. He entered normal contests enough, so it was worth an investigative look, at the very least. Nana walked smartly on a leash, and if she didn't, he could always coax her with a treat to keep her attention. Food motivated creatures really were a blessing; it was always easy to keep them motivated. Rhys followed along too; the Faeron was, if anything, even more curious about the proceedings than Noa himself was. {How many do you think will be there?} said Rhys. {Oh, do you think we'll see a big crowd?} "Well, there looks to be more entrants than that gardening contest you performed in," Noa remarked as they walked through the door. Not much more at the moment, but still. He made his way over to the registration desk, and filled out the paperwork. The documentation for these Houluh were pretty extensive, that was for sure. He didn't expect to win, but they gave out prize points for this kind of thing, right?
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Post by Lethalia on May 7, 2021 9:01:41 GMT -6
Re-immersed in the world of blood and rage of sarane, Lethalia had let her houluh's training fall by the wayside as she dealt with the more temperamental lizards. While her owner was distracted with other things Foggy made it clear, in painfully short order, that she was dead bored. Houluh were nearly more of a distraction than one of her real projects, it was becoming clear she'd have to make a project out of the overly-intelligent Foggy if she wanted a moment's peace around the farm. The houluh had been intended as a farm hand, not a handicap! Clearly, she wasn't quite a working dog just yet. But Lethalia thought Foggy capable enough to pretend; they only needed to appear like they knew what they were doing for a salonne show after all. She wasn't certain if the hall was bothered by entrants just to stretch a houluhs' legs, but it wouldn't have deterred her even if they were. Foggy needed the outing too much. Besides, with a couple of dark spots of mysterious origins (and probably gross, it was best not knowing) on her pristine white coat, she could pull off looking like a working dog... (she probably shouldn't actually leave them there for a competition, funny as she found it.) "Mornin'! she greeted the registrar's desk with much more brightness than she received in turn, "Got an' entry from Forestry Flight Farms fo' th' workin' salonne! 'Cross Foggy Nights." Foggy had been enraptured by some specific canine, but whipped to attention at her name. Was she doing something now?!
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Post by Kadin on May 7, 2021 15:01:51 GMT -6
Show name: Stuck in a Rut Call name: Elk Gender: Male Species: Common Houluh Level: 21 [4/5] Loyalty: 45 [3/5] -stats- Stamina: 2 Strength: 2 Resistance: 1 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 5 Special Abilities: None Moves: Bite Training Tricks Known: Name (1), Beg (1), Fishing (5), Pull Buggy (2), Come (1), Stay (1), Track (5) Time for another salonne! Kadin felt as if his houluh had done alright in the last one he'd been in, but it could have been better. So he decided to enter Elk again. If the staff at the contest hall had any problem with it, they could bring it up with Elk's puppy eyes. Otherwise he felt that they'd be free to enter as they pleased, especially since it wasn't like Elk had won the last one. So Kadin made he way to the contest hall and to the typical desk where the sign up were. It was easy enough to sign up Elk once there, writing down all the information they needed so that they could enter the salonne. He wondered if there would be more or less competition this time than last time, what with how it seemed that there were only three competitors sometimes. Only time would tell, I suppose.
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