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Post by NPC on May 30, 2021 17:03:31 GMT -6
Welcome to the Beauty contest!Please include the following in your application: - Your pet's image and name - Their full stats, including moves, abilities, and everything they have been trained - Any items you intend to use during the contest Keep in mind that everything you intend to use in the show ring will have to be officially trained. Check the tutorial for any extra information you might need! The registration deadline is Midnight, June 7th, US Central Time: Countdown
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Post by Ashe on Jun 11, 2021 2:36:39 GMT -6
Owner Name: Ashe Pet Name: Saleos Stat Base: Common Equillion V1 Stamina: 8 Strength: 7 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Run Moves: Buck, Nip, Grace, Foreshadow Trained: N/A The Common Equillion walked quietly beside Ashe, having allowed the man to put on a halter and attach a lead rope. He didn't know much else - no bridle or saddle adorned his sleek figure, half hidden by the silky mass of hair. He nickered softly as Ashe led him to the Contest Hall to sign up. Ashe knew he wouldn't be winning anything here - beauty was not his strong suit, compared to obedience and strength and such. Beauty and cute were fun to enter, but his idea of beauty and cuteness were much different than the general population, it seemed. Nevertheless, he knew Saleos would win over at least some, simply by existing. He certainly had won Ashe over! "I'd like to enter my Equillion," he told Shayna. He lengthened the rope, so he could sign the paper and fill out what he needed to, without pulling Saleos too close. He was a little nervous around strangers. He liked two people - Ashe, and Jinx. And Jinx was nowhere to be found! Ashe was armed with some brushes and combs, ready to accentuate his natural beauty. Inyala was with him, as always, but quiet enough she might just go unnoticed. She had hopped up onto Saleos's back and was currently blending in with his mane. When he was done, he returned to his Equillion, patting the velvety nose gently. c
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Post by Nerius on Jun 12, 2021 14:37:25 GMT -6
Nerius couldn't say he was a Contest regular, but he did pay a vague sort of attention to it. The announcement this month was for a beauty contest, which sounded straightforward enough. He was no expert on human beauty standards, but when it came to critters he had a somewhat better idea. He'd chosen Saffron for this, and for once his pachee was on a leash instead of in a crate. She was sticking rather close to him, wary of all the activity. The Contest Hall was currently rather empty, and Nerius wasn't sure if he was late or early. Either way, as he approached the desk, it looked like it was still open. "Hello, I'd like to register my pachee for the contest." In addition to Saffron, he had an assortment of items as well, intenting to set up a diorama of sorts on the stage to better showcase the pachee. The mirror was a.. questionable choice, but it fit the theme of beauty, and if it charmed the audience a little, all the better. (Saffron: Lv: 0, 1/5 | Lyl: 5, 1/5) (Nerius: 1/20 +Added)
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Post by Noa on Jun 19, 2021 11:02:44 GMT -6
A beauty contest wasn't exactly something Noa knew a lot about. Beauty... wasn't really something he paid attention to, now that he thought about it. The fact that some things were more pleasant to look at than others existed, but so long as they served a purpose, he didn't care one way or another if something or someone was ugly or not. If they were truly so disgusting to look at, then he simply wouldn't look at them. It had been difficult, therefore, to find a likely candidate to enter for this one. He didn't keep creatures for their looks, and the ones he did have tended to be of the monstrously large variety. But why couldn't a monster be beautiful? There were no rules against, say, entering a Pliathor. And people liked flowers, didn't they? That train of thought was how Noa and Rhys arrived at the contest hall with Azalea in tow, and an entire bag of floral and floral-adjacent things to decorate her with, when the time came. "I'm here to sign up for the beauty contest," Noa said, ignoring all the hushed and worried whispers around him as people laid eyes on the Pliathor waiting just outside the building.
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Post by Kadin on Jun 19, 2021 12:09:00 GMT -6
Before anyone says anything? This was not Kadin's idea. This was not his idea of a good time, this was not his idea of a productive use of his time, this was not his idea of a proper entry for a beauty contest. Kadin did NOT want to be doing this. But, well. Velkar had been feeling neglected lately. And when Velkar wants something, she tends to god damn get it. So when she got it into her head that she was going to enter a contest, well. Here they fucking here. Kadin sighed. Velkar had been the one to drag him here to register her, but somehow he'd still ended up as the one who had to wrestle her into allow him to bath and groom her before the competition. She did NOT like ANY of that, but she wanted to enter a BEAUTY contest. What was Kadin suppose to do, let her enter while still stained in the blood of her enemies? ...yeah this was gonna go.... uh. It was sure gonna go.
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Post by Silver on Jun 19, 2021 17:57:45 GMT -6
Ising - Offspring Faeron Level: 1 | Loyalty: 1 Stamina: 2 Strength: 1 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Fly, Gleam, Physical Immunity Moves: Telekenesis, Rainbow, Moonlight, Flash Silver knew what to do at a Beauty Contest. At least they thought they did. This made them reasonably confident when they went to sign Ising in for the show. They hadn't had the time to show him how to use his abilities, but they thought that he might make a good impression anyway. He was very beautiful. They had a bag full of supplies to touch him up before the show, too. They had gone through the extra effort of buying some new things, even. The paperwork was quickly filled out and returned to the correct people. They knew how to do that part by now, and they had to do it as quickly as possible considering that Ising and Quin were both hard to keep still for more than a few minutes at a time. There was no time to relax, though. That was just the easy part. They turned to Ising and rubbed under his chin. "Okay now, you'll do great, I know it. Just... stay out of trouble, okay?" [124.8; 1.2]
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Post by Skylos on Jun 23, 2021 20:57:12 GMT -6
Kitriko yipped as she lunged ahead, tied to the rope she'd come on. Want to go! Go forward! Dragging the shabby cat along behind her. He spent too much time trying to beat dust off his clothing. His 'cleanest' set of suspendered pants, and an off white shirt, adjusting his cap after a few good smacks against his knee. Skylos exclaims in his native language of her eagerness to go pretty much whereever. It was a drag onwards as he got tugged along. She's about as strong as he is, and is just a puppy! Those big paws are definitely not just for show. The light scent of flowers he can smell. The groomer made a good choice of her smelling. Because she'd smelled... like a dog and dogs to him dont' smell good. The contest hall, he's seen before. Even tried to sneak in a few times to watch the rich and fancy do their paces. When he manages to get Kitri to go into door instead of beside it to smell all the smells, he unfolds his carefully scribed "I want to enter beauty contest with Kitriko." piece of parchment. Marked with his paw. 2.10
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