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Post by NPC on Jan 31, 2023 23:11:14 GMT -6
Welcome to the Back to Basics contest!Show off some of your more common creatures with the Back to Basics contest. Only 'basic breeds' (MML or WELP) can enter this contest. Anything trained in the creature's base stats will receive bonus points! (So long as the show is entertaining, of course.) 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, Feb 28th, US Central Time: Registration Ends
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 27, 2023 15:09:56 GMT -6
Species: King Mosca Name: Rayak Gender: Male Level: 303.3 Loyalty: 243.3 Stats; Stamina: 4 Strength: 2 Resistance: 3 Dexterity: 9 Mentality: 2Raised stats: Stamina 4, Strength 7, Resistance 1 Abilities: Jungle Dweller, Cold Resistance, Fly, Swim, Run, Pack Instincts, Alpha, Danger Sense, Endurance Moves: Dodge, Dash, Struggle, Dig, Burrow, Climb, Charge, Stalk, Hydro Jet, Scratch, Claw, Gash, Rend, Nibble, Nip, Bite, Crunch, Headbutt, Bash Tricks: Name, Stay, Come, Stop, No, Lay down (Down), Follow, Submerge (Dive), Yes [Rewarding], Catch, Fetch, Wear Harness Items Intended to be worn:: Intended Items As Grooming Products:: Items intended to be used for Contest: Stepping inside the building with Rayak at her heels feels quite nostalgic, its been a while since she participated in one, but this contest feels perfect for him to be in. Closing the door as soon as Rayak’s tail passes through it safely, she feels surprised as she looks around. ‘ Not many have passed through here these last couple of hours from what little I can tell.’ She hears Rayak speak in her mind as she sees him sniff on the ground, parsing through the scents on what little he knows instinctively to do. ‘ It’s still possible more could come.’ She sends back to him as she starts walking to the front desk, smiling at who is behind it. “Hello,” She says in a soft tone, looking at her side and grinning when Rayak is starting to sit near her left side. “I’d like to register for the Back to Basics contest with Rayak my King Mosca companion, I am Twilight.” She introduces herself and Rayak to Shayna and giving a nod of gratitude when she is handed a document and pen to register them with, scribbling all the information she needs to add in it. “Thank you.” She murmurs to Shayna as she hands it all back. “Come Rayak.” Stepping away from the desk, she heads to one of the many unoccupied corners in this part of the room. Knowing it will still be taking a while before the show starts. Rayak follows along easily, his tail lazily swishing from side to side as he walks while only a slight tension is held in his shoulder blades when he knows he will be putting on a show again, this time just less bloody compared to the pit, and far more relaxing, even if a hundred pair of eyes might be watching. Twilight 0.1 – logged Rayak lv 303.4, ly 243.4
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Feb 28, 2023 10:39:40 GMT -6
(Note: Follow, Fancy Walk, Stack, and Catch are still waiting for training approval.)
Fiera was late, but thankfully Victor was able to keep up. He had never been to the contest hall before, but Fiera knew the path like the back of her hand, and when she burst through the doors she was happy to see it hadn't cleared out yet. "Whew." She said to herself, before strolling in like she hadn't just slammed open the doors like a madwoman. "Hello there!" She chirped at the only slightly discomfited individual at the desk. "I'm here to enter my arcane rakai sarane into the back to basics contest, puh-lease!" She said. The worker leaned over to look at Victor, who met them with a steely gaze. Fiera felt some discomfort through the ribbon of telepathy- he was a beast trained for battle, not contests, and the sights and smells of this frilly place were... new to him. Still, he had his orders- if he didn't like it, he would just have to suck it up.
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Post by Silver on Mar 7, 2023 17:50:51 GMT -6
Silver was exhausted from having to prepare for two contests at the same time. It was a lot of work, but they were proud of what they had accomplished in such a short time. They were also very excited to show off one of their oldest creatures, and in fact one of the first creatures they ever trained. It was nice to give him the chance to do something novel.
Silver tucked the blue Orbaru under one arm and a handful of supplies under the other and headed out to the contest hall. They went over the routine again and again in theiir head on the way there, just to be sure they would get it right when the time came.
"Alright, Oko, it's your time to shine," Silver said softly, giving the little guy a squeeze before stepping up to the registration table. "Hello, ah, this is Oko... sorry, I'm Silver, and this is Oko, my blue Orbaru, here for the, ah, back to basics contest."
[147.3, 26.2]
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Post by Jack on Mar 7, 2023 21:48:08 GMT -6
So... could Houluh enter a normal contest? She looked over at Luna who sat, prim and proper, next to her. Her tail twitched a little as she looked ahead, but she stayed put like the woman had told her to. Jack smiled and patted her on the head before motioning for her to follow and headed over to the registration table. Luna stood up and walked after her, a single fluid motion, no movements wasted. She was a lovely lady, the woman knew that much, and she beamed with pride at the matron of her Houluh pack. Luna knew this was different, and listened carefully as Jack spoke, "Jack here with Luna, figured we could try out the contest. A little different from the Houluh though, I figure..." The matronne put a paw on the woman's leg to steady her a little emotionally, and Jack smiled at her fondly, ruffling her ears. She was a good pup, she knew that much.
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Post by Skylos on Mar 7, 2023 22:03:56 GMT -6
It was just the turn of the season as he could see the little peeks of shoes or a hand checking the outside from beyond metal doors. With his thick fur, Skylos wasn't as sensitive to the cold. He kept his paws covered up to avoid pad-bite, which hurts more then anyone has reason to know. The contest he almost forgot though, trying to avoid a stalker of a giant wasp. Back to basics? Who was actually his best trained creature? The worginu behind him nudged him in the back with a muffled woof. Big curious eyes watching him with a lazy tail wag. Play? Well, why not work with Kitri then? He's had her the longest, and she's quite strong and obedient. So that's how Skylos, with his lovely red bowtie nestled on his throat and Kitri loping along beside him, come up to the contest table. "My name is Skylos. My worginu Kitri here for back to basics contest." 1
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 7, 2023 22:27:09 GMT -6
He'd been off the contest scene for a few seasons now; and no amount of scraggly fur was going to stop him now! Kristofor angrily combs at his fur with his detangler brush, scrubbed thoroughly from giving everyone else their comb-outs. A growing pile of shed white-blond fur in a dry sink. He REALLY HATES shedding season but even a scruffy fox can look good. At the very least, he's paid extra attention to the spots where the costume he has in mind will show his fur, and it should be as dark as possible. The satchel is packed up with his choices of props and such, mostly props to exhibit Mira's special talent. WHEEK? The panilla clings to the fabric wrappings he's put around the banisters so she and any other creature with claws can scurry upstairs without needing to hop stairs. He's considerably less white furred, but what's left is mostly adorning his ears, because combing your ears HURTS, and he's rather be able to hear properly. "I would like to enter the back to basics with Mira, my panilla." The silvery white fuzzball on his shoulder peeks around his satchel strap.
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Post by Nerius on Mar 7, 2023 23:16:46 GMT -6
If Nerius was being honest, he was, as the locals put it 'phoning it in' for the contest. Tavur was hardly his most trained creature, or the most impressive to look at, but it was something to do with the drake, at least. He already had a pit fighter brown, and had no interest in trying for dominance when he had others with more dramatic markings and colors. The idea of the Contest hall hadn't been planned, occurring only as he saw the entry information. A test run of sorts, he didn't want to invest the time in training the drake if he proved ill suited to contests. Drakes were generally fighters, not performers.
Tavur was behaving himself so far, he had been reasonably socialized as a hatchling, and looked over other humanoids as a lord observing the insignificant peasants. Rude, in a human, but about as good as it got for a drake.
"Hello," Nerius spoke as he approached the signup table, "I'd like to enter my sarane in the back to basics contest."
(Tavur: Lev: 18, 94/95 | Lyl: 17, 86/90) (Nerius: 1/20 +Added)
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Post by Lethalia on Mar 8, 2023 19:19:17 GMT -6
Leth didn't not know about an upcoming contest, but came wandering in as if it were happenstance. With her hen's scales newly oil-shined and bearing a few more ribbons than she usually would, the satyr obviously wasn't here as casually as her demeanor tried to tell. The two houluh that trailed behind her were a more common sight in the Hall than a hen dressed to the nines, to be sure. Leading her brown hen with a deft fist twisted in her neck rope, Lethalia tried to look over the top of the crowd's heads to the registration desk. Was there someone still there to take entries? (She couldn't appear too desperate though, so she didn't quite tip-toe on the edges of her hooves.) "Oh, is th'contest still open?" she beamed at the registrar upon reaching the counter, the lit in her voice too sincere to come across as casually as she meant it. "Well! Migh' as well be enterin', bein'ere already n' all." Were they buying it? Leth almost had herself convinced. "This'un 'ere - Esti!" she specified, patting said hen's thick neck. | if entries are still open ofc! the houluh are present for use as 'props' only |
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