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TheRainyWolf [2012-08-11 21:18:23 +0000 UTC]

The unidentified male sat down in the swampy Louisiana wetlands. Light brown fur covered a lithe, otter-like frame. Lighter fur was streaked down his belly as if someone had painted it on, and darker brown splotches covered him. However, from the creatures skull sprang two small antlers, one thing that was different from his otter brethren. A few other distinct characteristics were long, springboard-like legs and large, saucer-shaped ears. Also, upon his forehead lay a strange circle pattern, in which the dark brown of his coat was encased in the lighter brown. The male was sitting alone in the bullrushes, when he heard a call.

“Arkdain, ye swamp-licker! Come out!”

The otter-like mammal, Arkdain, sighed. He hated his name. In the otter language, Mustelti, his name meant ‘shamed one’. He opened his mouth, sharp, needle-like canine teeth poking out from his lips, and called. “I’m coming, Brother Jul!” Lifting himself from the ground, he tried to walk like a normal otter would, but tripped and fell. A chestnut-colored paw grabbed his ruff, heaving him off the ground.

A large, well-fed male otter lifted him, and held Arkdain face-to-face with him. His fishy breath was strong, and the scent choked Arkdain, who whimpered softly. “Yer no Brother o‘ Jul, trout-gut. I‘ll gut ye like the fish we’s havin’ the next time I hear ye call me dat. ” He then threw Arkdain face-down in the mud. “Naow wash yerself, ya filthy wreck!”

Arkdain sat up, swiping mud off of his face and snorting, watching Jul’s broad back disappear into some cattails with the sound of laughter ringing in his large ears. His brother’s name meant ‘Noble’, and Arkdain despised him.

Seeing his sibling had gone, he heaved himself to his paws, and instead of trying to walk, hopped through the bullrushes where he came from, but passed through the spot where he sat before. Soon he began to wash the mud off of himself, looking as uncomfortable in the water as a carp on land. After a while we got out, and shook his short brown pelt. He then hopped in the direction Jul had gone and came to a small hut of twigs and leaves. Noise came from inside, and he entered slowly, nervously.

As he entered, it became silent, and otter faces swiveled about to look at him. In the middle of the hut was a long table, each seat taken by a member of his clan of otters, The Shontar. Jul sat at the head of the table. He was leader of the clan now that his father, Karun, had died, and had made it a living hell for small Arkdain. Jul sniffed, getting up, and strolling over to Arkdain.

“Yer late, mussel-fer-brains. Sit down!” He chuckled, kicking Arkdain on his rump, and sending him to the ground.. The other otters laughed. “We’re already through eatin’. No grub for ya!” The other Shontar got up, walking out the door and giving respective bows to Jul, who smiled and them. A few even beat Arkdain or taunted him on his way out. Jul then leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Yer lucky I havint killed ye yet, Arkdain. You aint part o’ this clan, and never will be. To see our Father call you a son is a disgrace to me.” He then walked out, heading a slight east to the direction of the sleeping quarters.

Arkdain frowned, getting up again. He searched around the table for any crumb, and luckily there were many, as The Shontar were a sloppy otter clan. But of course it wasn’t enough for Arkdain’s small stomach, and he left, ravenous and weary. However, he didn’t head east, as his brother had done. Jul had banished him from sleeping with the others, and wasn’t allowed in their camp at all, except for when Jul decided to burn him.

The Burning is an ancient otter ceremony directed to punishing an otter for their wrongdoings, and only used as severe punishment, but Jul seemed to use it on him for fun. Long before his father and his grandfather, one otter had found a strange metal container that spewed fire like a dragon. If otters were men, they would simply call it a lighter. In The Burning, a selected otter, called “The Drayer” would come forward and make a small dash mark upon his left arm. Over the years, these had become numerous on Arkdain, and he expected more to come.

Arkdain, pushing Burning thoughts from his mind, headed to where his den lay. Jul had exiled him to the end of the territory, on the border of their rival clan, The Lantairs. The otters of The Shontar and The Lantair would kill each other for nothing, so Arkdain lived in fear every sundown. His den lay in a rock structure that seemed like it would fall if a thrushes feather landed upon it. Arkdain frowned, and crawled into it, and looked at a puddle that never seemed to vanish from the corner of his den. Taking a paw, he touched it lightly, looking at his reflection shattering like glass at the ripple. Sighing, he turned his head away, and fell asleep.

The male was awoken by a strange noise in the middle of the night, and the glowing of cerulean optics. Akdains eyes widened as a familiar, yet strange voice then came.

“The Prince….”


To be continued.....if I win him, that is.

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Sockswolf [2012-08-09 06:16:21 +0000 UTC]

His name is Salvio; and he is 4 years old.

From the start, Salvio was very special.

His mother, Felora, was a young, devious otter. She was beautiful, and always willing to help others. One day, Felora was swimming in her pond, when she heard the sound of rustling leafs, and distressed grunting. She followed the noise, and to her surprise, a kangaroo was trapped in the shrubs. Felora instantly went to action, untangling the distressed kangaroo from the spiky vines. When he was finally free, the kangaroo thanked Felora, and introduced himself. "Thank you for helping me, madam. The name's Russ." "Felora" The otter replied.
The two quickly became friends. They paddled in Felora's pond, and Russ gave her rides on his back across vast meadows. They explored land never seen before, and discovered new things together.
One day, while resting underneath the shade of a weeping willow and watching clouds, Russ turned his head to Felora and whispered "I love you." Felora, still looking at the sky, replied "I love you, too."
Soon enough, Felora and Russ had a child. They named him Salvio. Russ and Felora instantly knew he was special. He was devious, but kind. Arrogant, yet caring. He noticed all the small details in life. He would always point out things like a small bug crawling across a leaf, or an abandoned birds nest. His strange looks and personality made it hard for him to make friends, but he loved being alone. When Salvio became a teen, he needed more adventure, and to find new sights. And maybe to find someone like him. With a heavy heart, he scribbled a note on a leaf, telling his parents that he had to go, knowing if that he told them face to face, he wouldn't be able to go.
Salvio is now exploring and observing. His story will continue as he finds new friends and new places. (If I win him, I think I fell in love x_x)

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Zekupede [2012-08-08 21:19:11 +0000 UTC]

okey imma gonna it a try...XD

lets call him...SOL! and make him...5 years old i guess? okey sounds good.

so, since the moment that Sol was born into this beutiful world, all he's ever wanted was to fly.
He didn't need anything else. he wouldn't ask for anything else either, mainly because he knew that no normal person could give him the experience, the joy of flying. Being able to touch the clouds, those soft and fluffy clouds. So all day he would sit around watching the birds fly around, searching for food. Or watch the the bumble bee's and butterfly's fly from flower to flower collecting pollen.
Sometimes the sun's warm rays would help him drift away into the dream world. in this world he would have a giant pair of beutiful multi coloured wings. they were splashed with gold, silver, red's, blue's and yellow's. These were the wings that he would dream of having. These wings are trully the only thing in the world that he really wanted. the things that would trully make him happy.
Sadly he was not born with these wings, but as long as he can imagine them, thats good enough fer now.

yeah...that sounds a little weird but tats the best i got...

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purplepaopu [2012-08-08 18:20:59 +0000 UTC]

can it be a full on story or just a background history?

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Zanikat [2012-08-08 18:19:05 +0000 UTC]

this ended 2 years ago? o_o

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anime4always [2012-08-08 17:57:45 +0000 UTC]

I gonna to go kill myself after I write this but here goes nothing:

When he was young he believed that he was a pony(haters gonna hate). He would pop up anywhere where there was a horse or pony just to show them that he was like them. Later he found out that he wasn't a pony, but he didn't care, he would still act like a pony. Giving little kids rides for free and would stop once they were done or their moms were done with him being around their kids. He's a gamer who loves to play scary games, while also watching Pewdiepie get the crap scared out of him. Towards the end of the night he acts more like a cat and dog curling up close on couch or bed for the night, but not before he tries once again to get his tail. "One of those day I will catch him," Hip-Hop said as he lifted his fist into the air and glared at the sky.
And yes his name shall be Hip-Hop and he say be mine he shall be my Hip-Hop. <--Nemo qoute

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Leland-Doodles [2012-08-08 17:48:29 +0000 UTC]

His name is Jax a little over a year old. Here he is seen chanceing after a annoying little bird that is out of the frame. Jax is a carefree sort of creature that enjoys causeing mischief in small villages. He does this mostly by moving things around or hiding people items. One time he removed the sign from a tavern and switched it with the general store. This caused some confusions with new travelers that enter the town. He doesn't do anything to harm people because he enjoys them to much. When he isn't playing jokes he is often helping lost travelers. In the end Jax is a kind hearted but mischievous little creature.

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webkinzcitrusdragon [2012-08-08 17:43:07 +0000 UTC]

Idk I'm just gonna name it, Chanelle, Chanelle Likes to run around and bothering her friends. She loves to trip people with her long tail. Loves to swim sometimes when it's hot o3o.. Hates when it's winter and Getting annoyed.

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capricioustimes [2012-08-08 17:42:47 +0000 UTC]

Can't hurt to be a stoner~

Once upon a certain specific time in certain set place with a date that is still yet to be announced, there was a being of certain specific species partaking in certain activities so that the certain specific being may partake in the activity of "fun." While this certain specific creature did these certain activities in which the object to have fun was obtained, the certain specific sort of creature realized that there was a problem that stopped the being from continuing to indulge in these activities on that set time and date, and partook in other different activities instead where the main objective was still yet to have fun. The being was not really sure if it liked these certain specific activities though, and consider it's relationship to be merely "luke-warm." And after a few more quantities of time of doing these specific activities the being realized something. It was not a certain specific being. No, it was an otter. And it was not partaking in certain specific activities. No, it was actually working out after it's video games decided to quit on him, and was now deciding that maybe he should just go to his friend's house. Working out was no fun. He was a lazy bum.

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Lyutsirov [2012-08-08 17:41:01 +0000 UTC]

story :

He was created by the same person as the Juggler. It was at the time when his master first learned to give life to his creations and before he went completely blind with hatred. He called the blue Juggles his big brother, but when things began turning dark and they were asked to do bad things, the blue one would follow orders without questioning, unlike him. He never meant to hurt anybody, all he wanted was to be free but even with all the creatures that existed in Other, he was the only one of his kind, he felt he fit nowhere. He finally got himself together to escape before being force to do more hideous things, he ran and ran as far as his legs allowed him. His old master looked for him all over the Darkwoods but was not found.....

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Leland-Doodles [2012-08-08 17:34:13 +0000 UTC]

Looks similar to the creature I submitted for your contest. Minus the wings and really long tail.

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0ddfuture [2012-08-08 17:27:19 +0000 UTC]

My character is a bubbly girl/boy and it likes to eat berries ;o; and jump around and play with its friends jollin & colorblind<3

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0ddfuture [2012-08-08 17:26:10 +0000 UTC]

MEEE<33

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