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Name: Unknown Alias: The Hit N' Ram Kid Sex: Male Species: Merino (Sheep) Faction: None (Status: Fugitive)
Appearance: A strong jaw line, muscular heavy build with a proud and heroic posture. Larger than the usual ram of his age. Large horns even for a ram of his size.
Background: Abandoned as a baby for being the runt of the flock, he was adopted by a pair sheep dogs named Howl and Mrs. Fluffykins. They all gained fugitive status when his adoptive parents would kidnap pregnant or recently pregnant sheep in order to feed him as a baby. To feed him milk and not the sheep for your information.
Now fully grown, he travels with Pant Pant, the only surviving pup of Howl and Mrs. Fluffykins. He hears a rumor that his adoptive parents may still be alive and are held in The Prison for Baa-d Baa-d Dogs. He now searches for clues to it's location with his brave-to-a-fault friend Pant Pant.
Names: Unknown Species: Unicorn Location: The Hold
Long ago, when the Prophet sealed away the predators, 7 unicorns rose up in defiance of her actions. They believed the only way Foenum could grow strong was by living in spite of the predators, and defend themselves using their intellect. The Order of the Horn did not approve, and as such, the 7 were banished to the Hold, on orders to "prove themselves". And they did.
The seven formed the Corraxian Pact, named so after a location in the mountainous dimension. For centuries, they survived, using their intelligence, and eventually, skill in dark magic, to fight off the predators at every turn. It is believed that the Corraxian Unicorns wrote a book that was transferred to Foenum through a teleportation spell, and use it to communicate with one brave enough to read its passages.
Decided to take some notes from Doom. The Corraxians are based off the Night Sentinels of Argent D'Nur, though the backstory is different, and the Corraxians weren't nearly wiped out.
Holy balls you are late to the party! And holy balls that thing has DEFINITELY evolved too far! I can see what you mean now... but I don't think I want to.
There few places in the land of Foenum that ungulates dare not tread, but there are some that only a sparse few try. Peppermint was born to one of these lands, far above the tree line in a land populated more so with large boulders and tempestuous winds than any kind of living creature. Yet, this is where the Bighorn Sheep choose to call home. They are a sturdy people, and are happy to keep to themselves. For the most part, anyway. There are a select few of the younger generation who look out upon the vast valleys and hillsides the mountains look down upon and smile. They smile thinking of the countless diverse races that await them below. They smile thinking of the magical races, hidden deep in the hearts of forests, in the volcanic mountainsides of countless valleys past, or even in the hidden depths of ocean. The ocean... they smile thinking of that too.
Peppermint was one of these wanderlust filled dreamers. He was not spoiled to the wonderful views he was born to, taking it for granted like many of his herd. But deep in his heart, he knows there may be even more wonderful views he has never seen before, races he could never even dream of! He wondered what the mountain looked like from down below...
So, when a traveler arrived from a distant sheep village from the valley far below, cowering under the weight of her responsibilities (and also probably from her hefty pack and lack of air) offering news that a champion was needed to travel the land in search of a key to hault the advance of a looming predator threat, Peppermint voluntered immediately. The dangers involved didn't even occur to him at the time, the prospect of travel blinded his better judgement. Before either his relatives or the stunned sheep could argue, Peppermint was off packing his things. He couldn't let an opertinity like this pass him by. This mountain was his nest, and this lanky sheep was exactly the push he needed. He never looked back.
I'm gonna do the Thursday OC I hope! (second time writing... Damn phones!)
Name: (TBD)
Nickname: The Inquisitor
Race: Unicorn
Sex: Female
Faction: Order of the Horn
Favored enemy: Soldiers of Shadow
During her childhood, the inquisitor had an unusual bravery that led her to confront bullies and other "forces of evil", a trait which most unicorns saw as barbaric violence. Due to the fact that she had the good intentions of protecting the innocent and defending the light, the order did not see it fit to exile her outright, though this fact did not allow her to make many friends. Though friends were not something the inquisitor cared to have, as she was content following the order and the light that guided it. This fact is probably why she was hurt the most when she found out just how far darkness had it's roots. Oleander had betrayed the order, and the light it stood for! The inquisitor now knew that no matter how deep in the light one was, the dark could always corrupt them. When the news of the return of the predators, the existence of the hunters, and most importantly, the creation of a group of darkness with that traitor oleander as it's idol! came to the order, she realized that the light couldn't be left to fend for itself when so many heretics flocked to the dark in their wickedness. Unfortunately, the order did not see eye to eye, deciding instead to act cautiously, and sent her to find out more of the dark side, particularly their demons and the origins of said demons.
I'm gonna do the Thursday OC I hope! (second time writing... Damn phones!)
Name: (TBD)
Nickname: The Inquisitor
Race: Unicorn
Sex: Female
Faction: Order of the Horn
Favored enemy: Soldiers of Shadow
During her childhood, the inquisitor had an unusual bravery that led her to confront bullies and other "forces of evil", a trait which most unicorns saw as barbaric violence. Due to the fact that she had the good intentions of protecting the innocent and defending the light, the order did not see it fit to exile her outright, though this fact did not allow her to make many friends. Though friends were not something the inquisitor cared to have, as she was content following the order and the light that guided it. This fact is probably why she was hurt the most when she found out just how far darkness had it's roots. Oleander had betrayed the order, and the light it stood for! The inquisitor now knew that no matter how deep in the light one was, the dark could always corrupt them. When the news of the return of the predators, the existence of the hunters, and most importantly, the creation of a group of darkness with that traitor oleander as it's idol! came to the order, she realized that the light couldn't be left to fend for itself when so many heretics flocked to the dark in their wickedness. Unfortunately, the order did not see eye to eye, deciding instead to act cautiously, and sent her to find out more of the dark side, particularly their demons and the origins of said demons.
I was sitting backstage waiting for stuff to do and I was like, hey! It's totally Thursday! I'm gonna finally write up that bio I've been meaning to get to since I joined Pom Patrol. Watch out next Thursday, if I remember then I will be writing up a thing for my Giraffe OC.
I was sitting backstage waiting for stuff to do and I was like, hey! It's totally Thursday! I'm gonna finally write up that bio I've been meaning to get to since I joined Pom Patrol. Watch out next Thursday, if I remember then I will be writing up a thing for my Giraffe OC.
(It is really LONG. The story is actually how a few of us in the RP threads bonded, mostly me and OC since I edited for him when he wrote it, and MAN was it long! I strongly recommend that you read this when/if you have the time, it is an amazing story that we all created. It's like our baby, the first thing that was epic that came out of the RP threads.)
Don't let that discourage you though, I just thought I'd share a bit of a history lesson with ya. Go ahead and make that OC Bax!
(It is really LONG. The story is actually how a few of us in the RP threads bonded, mostly me and OC since I edited for him when he wrote it, and MAN was it long! I strongly recommend that you read this when/if you have the time, it is an amazing story that we all created. It's like our baby, the first thing that was epic that came out of the RP threads.)
Don't let that discourage you though, I just thought I'd share a bit of a history lesson with ya. Go ahead and make that OC Bax!
Oh my, I had no idea there was such a rich history of Giraffes in this forum. I dunno if I have the time to read that right now though. Is there a stigma against them, or just a unofficial fan history that you guys have made? I know they were mentioned in the livestream a couple of times as potential future ungulates.
Oh my, I had no idea there was such a rich history of Giraffes in this forum. I dunno if I have the time to read that right now though. Is there a stigma against them, or just a unofficial fan history that you guys have made? I know they were mentioned in the livestream a couple of times as potential future ungulates.
Basically one of our representatives (Hawthorne Bunny) made a joke that he accidentally started a war between his faction (the Arizona one) and the giraffe. We immediately jumped on it as serious (for some reason) and the story above is the council finishing the war between them... I'd say there's no hard feelings between us and the giraffe.
Basically one of our representatives (Hawthorne Bunny) made a joke that he accidentally started a war between his faction (the Arizona one) and the giraffe. We immediately jumped on it as serious (for some reason) and the story above is the council finishing the war between them... I'd say there's no hard feelings between us and the giraffe.
Basically one of our representatives (Hawthorne Bunny) made a joke that he accidentally started a war between his faction (the Arizona one) and the giraffe. We immediately jumped on it as serious (for some reason) and the story above is the council finishing the war between them... I'd say there's no hard feelings between us and the giraffe.
Random OC... Tuesday!? (I've got nothing else to do on my lunch break.)
30 minutes! No take backs! Minimal editing!
Ready!? Set! GO!
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Name: Steve
Race: Dog
Steve was just casually strolling along the street, held firm in place by his owners leash.
"Tralala, what a beautiful day, tralala!"
Until....
*Sniff* *Sniff*
"What's that!? Wha-. Oh. OH! Oo ooo, I smell a Scooby snack™!"
Bolting off at breakneck speeds, escaping from his owners grip, Steve proceeded to chase down the ever elusive Scooby snack™. Running through the streets proved to be a bad idea as he was nearly hit by cars, multiple times, like, a LOT. But Steve was determined! He wouldn't let the danger of death stop him!
"Mine, mine, mine! Nobody else can have it but me!"
He sniffed around, trying to locate the exact location of the snack. He found it!
"Thata way!"
Running down an empty alleyway might have scared the dog, if it hadn't been for the prospect of food he might have backed out, but he didn't. He continued on down the alley until he saw something glowing, or, at least he THOUGHT it was glowing, it's hard to tell these things when you can't see color very well.
"Ooo, pretty. *Sniff* *Sniff* And that's where the Scooby snacks are!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Steve leaped into the mysterious glow, never to be seen from again...
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The End...
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(What?)
(You think there's more?)
(Why?)
(The dog just jumped through the glow. That's it...)
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(Ffffffine.)
Landing on soft grass would have been great, such a nice thing to roll around in... too bad that Steve landed in the rose bushes directly next to the open plain.
"Ow, oo, ah, oo, ow, ow, ow!!!!!"
Getting OUT of the bushes was hard, but doable, trying to get out of being eaten by 3 starving wolves, was another story.
"Uh, hey guys, what's happenin'?"
"Ugh, I'm starving, let's just eat that poor excuse for a hunter, probably tastes like deer!"
"Now, now, let's see if he can run as fast as he can quiver."
"Ooo, I like that idea!"
Steve wasn't quivering. Was he quivering? He'd never quivered before. Well he was quivering now. Hard. His while body shook in despair, knowing that their was no getting out of this situation alive. Silently, he hoped someone could save him, someone like his master, someone who cared about him.
"Not worth it, I'm going in!"
One of them yelled before he lunged at him. Steve closed his eyes before he heard a sickening BAM. But nothing came. The hit didn't land. He suddenly heard a small yelp.
"Hey! Are you alright?"
Opening his eyes hesitantly, Steve searched for the source of the voice, and had to look down to find it. It was a pup, no older than his little brother.
"Uhh, yeah, kind of. Where's the guy that saved me?"
"Right here!"
"Where?"
"Here. I saved you!"
"You!? But you're just a pup! How could you take down a full grown wolf!?"
Ahem.
Steve and the pup looked up from their conversation. The three wolves had regrouped and the one that had gotten hit craned his neck just enough to hear all the bones pop back into place.
"Eww"
"Augh, kid really got me good!"
"Take that meanie!"
"Grrrr, quiet you! You're going to pay for that!"
"Not if we have anything to say about it!" Multiple voices shouted.
Out of the tall grass just behind them, three more pups emerged and regrouped with Steve.
"And who might you mangy mutts be?"
"Us?" They all asked in tandem.
"We are the Roudy Ruff Runts! And we protect the innocent from bad guys like you!"
"Well then, we'll just have to test your mettle then. Boys, ATTACK!!!"
"Runts, to war!!!!"
And Steve was also there, watching a bunch of pups beat up a bunch of wolves...
Random OC Friday! (Forget it, I can never get one of these in on Thursdays. Inspiration just happens when it happens)
30 minutes! No rules! No take backs! Very little editing!
Ready! Set! GO!
OCisbestungulate: "Furple Plurp!"
This has been... Random OC Friday. Thank you and GOODNIGHT!
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*Everyone gives Zero the biggest puppy dog eyes they can make*
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(Ugh, the things I do for love...)
"~What's your favorite idea!? Mine is thinking creatively!~"
"Oh yeah, well mine is getting rid of annoying note pads."
And he promptly did.
"Ugh, finally, peace and quiet...."
Or at least it WOULD have been, had it not been for the fact that his door was immediately slammed open by a few uninvited guests.
"Heya uncle Vinny! Guess whooo~!"
"Ohh noooo.... GIRLS, how great to see you again! Heh, now where's your mother and why are you here."
"Momma went with Daddy to the frozen north, something about "letting something go" whatever that means." The youngest of the three answered.
"So basically she ditched you and dropped the responsibility of watching you three onto me without my permission or acknowledgment?"
"...Pretty much, yeah!"
"Ugh, I swear if I don't get some peace and quiet I am going to LOSE IT! Well, Shelly, Telly, Clyde, what are we going to do with you, hmm?"
"Let us watch T.V.?"
"Make us food?"
"Give us the love and attention our parents aren't giving us?"
"Ooo, sorry, we were looking for "Put you to bed and leave you to your own devices AS FAR AWAY FROM YOUR UNCLE AS POSSIBLE", SO close."
And with that Vinny left them to their own devices in a FAAAAAR off wing of his mansion...
The End.
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(He left them in their own wing, what else could a kid want thatn to be able to do whatever they wanted.)
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(Ugh, you people)
Which is what WOULD HAVE HAPPENED had Vinny not been able to control himself. What ACTUALLY happened was as follows:
"Girls! What a surprise! Why are you in my house?" Vinny asked, no humor left in his voice.
"Mom and Pop went up north and told us to go to our FAAAAAAAVORITE uncle in the world!" Extra emphasis on "favorite", cute.
"I can't imagine why you're here then..." Vinny mumbled.
"BUT, since you ARE here, why not make yourselves comfortable AS FAR AWAY AS YOU CAN? Won't that be fun?"
"But why would we want to NOT spend time with you uncle Vinny? You're, like, the coolest uncle we know!"
"I'm the only uncle you know."
"EXACTLY!"
"..."
They gave him their best puppy dog eyes. You know what's next...
"Fiiine, you can be around me."
"YAAAAAA-"
"BUUUUT, you have to do whatever I say when I say it, okay?"
"Mmhmm."
"Okay then, first things first, why do you have suitcases?"
"Because Momma and Papa aren't coming back for another 3 months!"
"Oh Lord, what did I do to deserve THIS?"
"SLEEPOVER AT UNCLE VINNY'S YAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And with that, Vinny did what any sensible... duck? would do.
He took some Asprin and got ready for the next 3 months of agony.
True End.
(Man that was a lot darker than I intended it to be, but, what can ya do. There's gotta be a few dark themes here and there, someone's gotta bring them to light, it's not all sunshine and rainbows in Foenum now is it? I stand by my point! (Unless the mods delete this post, in which case, I regret everything.)
Reginald is the most classy and dapper llama to ever exist. How classy and dapper is he? Aside from the standard top hat and monocle, he doesn't ever spit...
I probably won't flesh this out, but I had an idea for a character who tried their hardest not to be chosen as the champion. However, luck kept going against them because when something happened, they would be at the wrong place at the wrong time and would end up accidentally fixing things or saving someone. Even if they deliberately tried not to help, or even tried to make things worse, they would inadvertently be the hero, anyways.
30 minutes! Hot off the press! Shenanigans ahoy!
Ready? Set! GO!
Boss: Alright boys, are you ready!?
BOYS: YEAH!
Meek voice: Yeah...
Boss: Alright then, c'mere, come real close. Now. You see those fish over there?
Boys: Yea-
*All three of them got a fin to the face*
Boss: THAT WASN'T A QUESTION! Now, we're gonna send one of you out there to lure the rest of 'em right to US! LEROY!!!
Leroy: Y-y-yes boss?
*The smallest shark of the bunch moves forward*
Boss: Leroy, you've been hangin with the crew ever since you could swim, haven't ya?
Leroy: Y-
*The boss gives Leroy a death glare*
Leroy: Eep!
*Leroy chooses not to speak*
Boss: Good, good, well now's the time to pay us back for your safety, go out there and herd those fish over here!
Leroy: Me, really, but what abou-
Boss: GET OUTTA HERE!!!
Leroy: EEEEEEeeeeee! "Oh man, the boss is SERIOUSLY mad! What am I gonna do? How am I gonna do it? And how come it smells like krill?"
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*From the deep depths of the ocean, a whale call can be heard*
Leroy: Uh-oh.... not good.
Boss: What are ya waitin for Leroy!? Just do it!
Somewhere in the back of Leroy's mind, a voice rang out, almost as if it were his own voice. Although Leroy was scared out of his mind at the prospect of there being a whale nearby, he felt a kind of courage build in his gut. And then he let it out...
30 minutes! Hot off the press! Shenanigans ahoy!
Ready? Set! GO!
Boss: Alright boys, are you ready!?
BOYS: YEAH!
Meek voice: Yeah...
Boss: Alright then, c'mere, come real close. Now. You see those fish over there?
Boys: Yea-
*All three of them got a fin to the face*
Boss: THAT WASN'T A QUESTION! Now, we're gonna send one of you out there to lure the rest of 'em right to US! LEROY!!!
Leroy: Y-y-yes boss?
*The smallest shark of the bunch moves forward*
Boss: Leroy, you've been hangin with the crew ever since you could swim, haven't ya?
Leroy: Y-
*The boss gives Leroy a death glare*
Leroy: Eep!
*Leroy chooses not to speak*
Boss: Good, good, well now's the time to pay us back for your safety, go out there and herd those fish over here!
Leroy: Me, really, but what abou-
Boss: GET OUTTA HERE!!!
Leroy: EEEEEEeeeeee! "Oh man, the boss is SERIOUSLY mad! What am I gonna do? How am I gonna do it? And how come it smells like krill?"
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*From the deep depths of the ocean, a whale call can be heard*
Leroy: Uh-oh.... not good.
Boss: What are ya waitin for Leroy!? Just do it!
Somewhere in the back of Leroy's mind, a voice rang out, almost as if it were his own voice. Although Leroy was scared out of his mind at the prospect of there being a whale nearby, he felt a kind of courage build in his gut. And then he let it out...
30 minutes! No corrections! One Story!
Ready! Set!? GO!
In the peaceful city of A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a, there lived a boy. A boy who would one day be the savior of all Delfino...
???: A-A-Achoo-o-o-o-o-o! Ohhhh, kill me now oceans above. SniFFFFFFFFF (One of these mucus filled sniffs, you know, the ones that make you sound like a pig, that one.)
Well, maybe not TODAY. Like I said, ONE DAY, not immediately... Perhaps it would be best if you knew more about this particular boy, hmm? For starters, the sick dolphin you see before you is named-
???: Duuuuuke, time for school!
Duke: But moooooom, I'm sick!
Mom: I don't care if you're sick from a cold or swimmers tail, get off your tail and MARCH to school!
Duke: Ugh, well, time to go infect the world...
Ahem, yes, well, that happened. Moving on, Duke would one day be the savio-
Duke: Acho-o-o-o-o-o!
One day be th-
Duke: -o-o-o-o-o!
The sav-
Duke: -o-o-o-o
Sav-
Duke: -o-o-
OH WOULD YOU JUST LET ME TELL THE STORY!?
Duke: -o!
*Shiver*
Duke: Why do I feel like somebody's watching me? Ech, probably the fever I'm swimming...
Now then, Duke was friends with few and trusted fewer, but he would eventually need to earn their trust in order to-
*Duke puts on his headphones*
(It's funnier if you actually listen to music while reading this next bit, play along if you feel like it, you don't have to listen to THIS song by the way, use whatever you like, if you're playing along that is.)
E-excuse me. Excuse me! Excuse me, I am trying to tell your dramatic backstory here!!!
*Duke REALLY blasts it in his earholes*
HEY! HEY! Oh, for the love of the ocean... TURN OFF YOUR MUSIC!!!!!
*Duke keeps listening to the music*
Ugggh! ANYWAYS, HE WOULD HAVE TO TRAVERSE BARREN WASTELANDS, SWIM THROUGH TREACHEROUS WATERS, SCALE FAR OFF REEFS, AND MAKE FRIENDS WITH HIS ENEMIES IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WILL OUR HERO-
*Duke raises the volume even HIGHER, REALLY getting into the song*
WILL OUR HERO BE UP TO THE CHALLENGE THAT LIES BEFORE HIM!?! WILL HE CRUMBLE BEFORE THE IMMENSE RESPONSIBILITIES THAT LIE AHEAD!?! AND WILL HE EVER SHUT THAT OCEAN-DAMNED MUSIC OFF!?!?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME WHEN WE REJOIN OUR HERO IN HIS NEVER-ENDING QUEST!!!!!!!!!!
Blue: Ugh, yeah, yeah... you gonna help me up or what?
???: Or what.
Blue: Haha, very funny. You and the rest of the guys STILL holding that against me?
???: Hey, we all did it, you're the only one left. Besides, it ain't so bad, chicks dig the new color.
Blue: Mmhmm, I bet they do.
???: Look, all I'm saying is that whatever it is you have against this is completely unfounded, and that you should at least give it a shot.
Blue: ... Ech, not for me, you guys can do whatever you want, I'll stick to my own shtick.
???: Come on, one time, I know you won't regret it afterwards.
Blue: No.
???: Not even once?
Blue: No!
???: Come oooon, it won't kill you.
Blue: Look, can we just drop this whole thing? I don't want to do it, I don't like the idea of it, you're starting to piss me off and frankly, I'd rather just go home and sleep.
???: ...
Blue: ...
???: Try it.
Blue: No.
???: Come on, try it.
Blue: No!
???: Come on, just once and then we can all b-
Blue: FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT MOTHER, I DON'T WANT TO!!!
I'M BLUE, IF I WERE GREEN I WOULD DIE!!!!! of embarrassment.....
Green: ... Alright, sheesh, it was only a suggestion.
Most of my lunch break! Creativity at it's finest! (Not really)
Ready! Set! GO!
(Ok, so I know my stories have been weird these past few posts, and so will this one. BUT I think this one will be slightly different. Read to the end and FOCUS on the dialogue at the end and THEN judge me all you want. If the mods take this down, then I'll describe it in short paragraph from.)
Name: Pedro
Race: Mexic- *Cough* Azteca horse
Racism!
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Nah, I'll only take a joke so far. Hmmm, what to write about...?
O mystical dart board, lend me your ear!
What should I write about?
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A snail?! What!
Fine...
Name: Pedro
Race: Snail
Pedro crawled through life with reckless abandon. While the other snails lived their lives at a comfortable .0005 cm/m (centimetres per minute) he lived his life on the edge at .0006 cm/m!!!!
Pedro zoomed by at a turtles pace, easily keeping up with the best of them, while also miraculously keeping his mustache in pristine condition. He was fast, but not THAT fast, which was a problem. He knew he could be faster, he only needed to find out how...
"Phew, that was a good .00000010000000000000000009 km run! Now to head ho-"
Pedro couldn't finish his thought as a giant crow stood in his path.
Crow: Heeey there little buddy, how's it goin'?
Pedro: Awawawawawaw, f-f-fine, h-how are you?
Crow: Oh, I'm doing exceptionally well for myself, the only thing is... I am a bit HUNGRY.
Pedro: Oh, w-well, good luck with that.
Pedro scuddled away as fast as his foot would allow him. But alas, the crow was MUCH faster, like, no joke this dude was FAST... compared to Pedro.
Crow: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's the rush little guy? Where's the fire? How about you stick with me for a bit? I'm sure I can FIT you in.
Pedro: No thanks! I've really got to go, soooo...
Crow: Why so hesitant? Is it because... I'm a crow!? Is that it? You think that just because I'm a CROW, that automatically means that I want to EAT you?
Pedro: Uhh, yes?
Crow: I see how it is GEORGE LOPEZ!
Pedro: Hey! I'm not George Lopez, Rick Ross!
Crow: Oh, so the truth comes out, eh Paul Rodriguez!?
Pedro: Why you little... at least I'm not walking up to some random snail and acting like a complete weirdo Kanye!
Crow: Well, excuuuuse me, for trying to strike up some friendly conversation with a new species. I mean, I'm TRYING not to reinforce the stereotype of "Snail eater", but clearly I did something wrong Jose Alvarez!!
Pedro: What kind of stranger talks to another stranger in a weird "I'm gonna kill you" kind of voice Notorious B.I.G!?!
Crow: Oh, so it's gonna be like that, is it!? Come here, I won't eat you, I'll kick the everloving slime out of you!
Pedro: Bring it feather duster!
And so, they kicked the everloving slime/feathers out of each other.
Pedro: *pant* *pant* Had enough... worm breathe...
Crow: *wheeze* *cough* never in a million years... waste basket...
Pedro: Why did we hate... each other again?
Crow: I don't know... something about Rodriguez and Big E's... something stupid, I'm sure...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ...
Pedro: So did you GENUINELY want to hang out?
Crow: Well, yeah... crows don't have many other friends. I mean, humans hate us, bigger birds eat us, dogs try to kill us... a lot of things hate us for just being us... kinda gets to ya after a while...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ...
Pedro: Why me though?
Crow: ... honestly... you were the first thing I saw after I decided to make friends...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ... that... and because I actually was hungry and I would've just eaten you if things went south...
Pedro: What!?
Crow: Well they DIDN'T, right? Well, not TOO much, right?
Pedro: ... I should hate you for that... but I can't exactly say that I wasn't scared being around you. Sorry... for judging you... but you have to admit, MOST crows would have just eaten me, so I'm a LITTLE bit justified.
Crow: Yeah, yeah, I'll give you that... heh heh.
Pedro: What's so funny?
Crow: Instead of eating you when things went south, I beat you up, and you know what? I'm still hungry!
Crow: Yeah, but MAN do you pack a punch in that little shell of yours!
Pedro: Heh, thanks. And you have quite the death grip if I do say so myself.
Crow: Heh, I try my best!
Pedro: You know. I still don't know your name.
Crow: ... It's Digger.
Pedro: Digger?
Digger: Yeah...
Pedro: May I ask why?
Digger: ... because I get to the bottom of my recent kills pretty fast...
Pedro: Oh.
Digger: Yeah.
Pedro: So... what happens now?
Digger: What do you kean?
Pedro: Well, we've talked, fought, talked some more, bonded, fought and then properly introduced ourselves, but what now? Do we just go on our separate ways and act like this never happened? Or do we meet up for tea and cookies every other Wednesday?
Digger: Tea doesn't sound so bad. But I think you were looking for a serious answer. To that I say, what are your thoughts on your life?
Pedro: Well that came out of nowhere.
Digger: Just answer it.
Pedro: Well, I'm stuck being the slowest thing alive, I've got no home, I live the life of the wishful dreamer and I don't have anyone to go to for help. So... it could be better.
Digger: What would you say to leaving this forest and going on a trip?
Pedro: To where?
Digger: Anywhere but here. Leave the past behind. We can move on and start anew somewhere else, somewhere where we don't have to be seen as enemies.
Pedro: You make it sound like we're friends.
Digger: Aren't we?
Pedro: ... Well, I did kick your butt, so, close enough.
Digger: Hey! I LET you get that kick in!
Pedro: Suure you did. Anyways... I've got nothing to lose, so why not? Sure, let's blow this joint.
Digger: Sweet! I heard Rio is blowing UP right now, ever want to visit the ocean?
Pedro: What do you think! Heck yeah!
Digger: Let's go!
And so, the racist friends who beat the everloving **** out of each other went on to visit MANY different places. Stealing a camera from an unsuspecting human and taking countless postcard worthy pics. With the WEIRDEST friendship ever, these two would go on to live out their days as inseparable companions, braving the new world in which they found themselves in.
Most of my lunch break! Creativity at it's finest! (Not really)
Ready! Set! GO!
(Ok, so I know my stories have been weird these past few posts, and so will this one. BUT I think this one will be slightly different. Read to the end and FOCUS on the dialogue at the end and THEN judge me all you want. If the mods take this down, then I'll describe it in short paragraph from.)
Name: Pedro
Race: Mexic- *Cough* Azteca horse
Racism!
...
Nah, I'll only take a joke so far. Hmmm, what to write about...?
O mystical dart board, lend me your ear!
What should I write about?
...
A snail?! What!
Fine...
Name: Pedro
Race: Snail
Pedro crawled through life with reckless abandon. While the other snails lived their lives at a comfortable .0005 cm/m (centimetres per minute) he lived his life on the edge at .0006 cm/m!!!!
Pedro zoomed by at a turtles pace, easily keeping up with the best of them, while also miraculously keeping his mustache in pristine condition. He was fast, but not THAT fast, which was a problem. He knew he could be faster, he only needed to find out how...
"Phew, that was a good .00000010000000000000000009 km run! Now to head ho-"
Pedro couldn't finish his thought as a giant crow stood in his path.
Crow: Heeey there little buddy, how's it goin'?
Pedro: Awawawawawaw, f-f-fine, h-how are you?
Crow: Oh, I'm doing exceptionally well for myself, the only thing is... I am a bit HUNGRY.
Pedro: Oh, w-well, good luck with that.
Pedro scuddled away as fast as his foot would allow him. But alas, the crow was MUCH faster, like, no joke this dude was FAST... compared to Pedro.
Crow: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's the rush little guy? Where's the fire? How about you stick with me for a bit? I'm sure I can FIT you in.
Pedro: No thanks! I've really got to go, soooo...
Crow: Why so hesitant? Is it because... I'm a crow!? Is that it? You think that just because I'm a CROW, that automatically means that I want to EAT you?
Pedro: Uhh, yes?
Crow: I see how it is GEORGE LOPEZ!
Pedro: Hey! I'm not George Lopez, Rick Ross!
Crow: Oh, so the truth comes out, eh Paul Rodriguez!?
Pedro: Why you little... at least I'm not walking up to some random snail and acting like a complete weirdo Kanye!
Crow: Well, excuuuuse me, for trying to strike up some friendly conversation with a new species. I mean, I'm TRYING not to reinforce the stereotype of "Snail eater", but clearly I did something wrong Jose Alvarez!!
Pedro: What kind of stranger talks to another stranger in a weird "I'm gonna kill you" kind of voice Notorious B.I.G!?!
Crow: Oh, so it's gonna be like that, is it!? Come here, I won't eat you, I'll kick the everloving slime out of you!
Pedro: Bring it feather duster!
And so, they kicked the everloving slime/feathers out of each other.
Pedro: *pant* *pant* Had enough... worm breathe...
Crow: *wheeze* *cough* never in a million years... waste basket...
Pedro: Why did we hate... each other again?
Crow: I don't know... something about Rodriguez and Big E's... something stupid, I'm sure...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ...
Pedro: So did you GENUINELY want to hang out?
Crow: Well, yeah... crows don't have many other friends. I mean, humans hate us, bigger birds eat us, dogs try to kill us... a lot of things hate us for just being us... kinda gets to ya after a while...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ...
Pedro: Why me though?
Crow: ... honestly... you were the first thing I saw after I decided to make friends...
Pedro: ...
Crow: ... that... and because I actually was hungry and I would've just eaten you if things went south...
Pedro: What!?
Crow: Well they DIDN'T, right? Well, not TOO much, right?
Pedro: ... I should hate you for that... but I can't exactly say that I wasn't scared being around you. Sorry... for judging you... but you have to admit, MOST crows would have just eaten me, so I'm a LITTLE bit justified.
Crow: Yeah, yeah, I'll give you that... heh heh.
Pedro: What's so funny?
Crow: Instead of eating you when things went south, I beat you up, and you know what? I'm still hungry!
Crow: Yeah, but MAN do you pack a punch in that little shell of yours!
Pedro: Heh, thanks. And you have quite the death grip if I do say so myself.
Crow: Heh, I try my best!
Pedro: You know. I still don't know your name.
Crow: ... It's Digger.
Pedro: Digger?
Digger: Yeah...
Pedro: May I ask why?
Digger: ... because I get to the bottom of my recent kills pretty fast...
Pedro: Oh.
Digger: Yeah.
Pedro: So... what happens now?
Digger: What do you kean?
Pedro: Well, we've talked, fought, talked some more, bonded, fought and then properly introduced ourselves, but what now? Do we just go on our separate ways and act like this never happened? Or do we meet up for tea and cookies every other Wednesday?
Digger: Tea doesn't sound so bad. But I think you were looking for a serious answer. To that I say, what are your thoughts on your life?
Pedro: Well that came out of nowhere.
Digger: Just answer it.
Pedro: Well, I'm stuck being the slowest thing alive, I've got no home, I live the life of the wishful dreamer and I don't have anyone to go to for help. So... it could be better.
Digger: What would you say to leaving this forest and going on a trip?
Pedro: To where?
Digger: Anywhere but here. Leave the past behind. We can move on and start anew somewhere else, somewhere where we don't have to be seen as enemies.
Pedro: You make it sound like we're friends.
Digger: Aren't we?
Pedro: ... Well, I did kick your butt, so, close enough.
Digger: Hey! I LET you get that kick in!
Pedro: Suure you did. Anyways... I've got nothing to lose, so why not? Sure, let's blow this joint.
Digger: Sweet! I heard Rio is blowing UP right now, ever want to visit the ocean?
Pedro: What do you think! Heck yeah!
Digger: Let's go!
And so, the racist friends who beat the everloving **** out of each other went on to visit MANY different places. Stealing a camera from an unsuspecting human and taking countless postcard worthy pics. With the WEIRDEST friendship ever, these two would go on to live out their days as inseparable companions, braving the new world in which they found themselves in.
What is this? Me writing something new here? What's going on?
The weather is favourable, the wind is dancing in the lady's sails. We'll make good time and even the meager amount of fruit carried should make a tidy sum, being the only ship fast enough to transport them while fresh. Having Victor keeping them cold might also help, but noone will tell him. His ego itself would sink this ship.
"Land ahoy! Now let me get down already!"
"Shut up Bert!"
"Screw you bro, let's see how you'd like being up here!"
Ah, Bert and Rob. Those two cannot be separated, but utterly unbearable if are near each other.
"Silence, both of you! Rob, help your brother down the mast, then get ready for mooring the ship. We'll reach the harbor shortly!" The first mate cut their debate short. The lady was with me since I got hold of this ship. Penny was but a little girl, but even then she could shame even grown boars. And now, while not exactly grown up, she's keeping order between this bunch.
Oh you can see the harbor now. Time to get my tricorne and look like I'm actually doing something with this wheel.
Just as expected, all those fruits fetched a good price. Kind of useful having them fresh.
Vic disappeared, probably chasing tails already, so we had to leave those two to guard the other cargo. While not exactly legal, it's small, easy to hide amd nets enough profit to keep the ship in shape.
"Ah, Mr. Gryllus. I see you brought your daughter as well. Better to learn the trade first-hoof, am I right?" Our client gracefully greeted us from his seat.
"Please, take a seat amd let us hammer out the deal you no doubt have for us".....
Welcome to the sorry crew of the trading cutter Friend-ship. Yeah, don't let kids name your ship.
Reindeer
Male
A reindeer of average build, maybe with a bit extra muscle due to work on the ship not being easy. Dark brown fur, with dirty-yellow horn.
Very knowledgeable, and is officially the ship's medical officer. However due to him being a reindeer, his main job is actually keeping perishables cold. Might sound basic, but it requires long term extertion few deers are capable of.
Nobody tells him though, he already has an immense ego, and really loves to overplay himself if given the chance, and oh god what will happen if he realises he's the reason the crew makes so much money. Luckily he tends to distract himself with ladies while on land.
Totally not pun names.
Twin sheep
Male both
Rob amd Bert was born outside of Baaah, and never even been to Baaah, let alone Baaah. Maybe that's why they developed personalities.
Though anybody living near them can attest it's not that fun. Those two have an annoying love-hate sibling relationship, crying for each other when separated, but arguing non-stop while near each other.
Rob is the carpenter, Bert is the tailor, but they are usually just assigned for watch duty. That way they won't annoy everyone, and if one falls from the basket on the mast, their fur actually cushions their impact so they don't get injured. Yes, this actually happened. Multiple times. Maybe that's why they are so afraid of heights.
Cow
Reddish color
Late teens
Penny is the first mate and occasional helmsman of the ship. She was raised by the captain and served on the ship since she can remember. Despite her age, Penny is considered the highest authority by the crew and is the only one capable of actually ordering them around.
Fun fact, the ship was named by her when she was built.
The captain.
Boar
A dark brown colored boar. Usually steers the ship and does the business part of the travels. While the crew loves him, everyone knows it's Penny calling the shots on the ship. Aside from that, nobody is prone to share much information of him, his past, or his goals. The only thing really known about is is that he is a pleasant and polite fellow, who can gut you with a smile. Still, rich people trust him unconditionally for transporting anything, legal or otherwise
Made entirely on phone, blame the typos on the tiny keyboard.
What is this? Me writing something new here? What's going on?
The weather is favourable, the wind is dancing in the lady's sails. We'll make good time and even the meager amount of fruit carried should make a tidy sum, being the only ship fast enough to transport them while fresh. Having Victor keeping them cold might also help, but noone will tell him. His ego itself would sink this ship.
"Land ahoy! Now let me get down already!"
"Shut up Bert!"
"Screw you bro, let's see how you'd like being up here!"
Ah, Bert and Rob. Those two cannot be separated, but utterly unbearable if are near each other.
"Silence, both of you! Rob, help your brother down the mast, then get ready for mooring the ship. We'll reach the harbor shortly!" The first mate cut their debate short. The lady was with me since I got hold of this ship. Penny was but a little girl, but even then she could shame even grown boars. And now, while not exactly grown up, she's keeping order between this bunch.
Oh you can see the harbor now. Time to get my tricorne and look like I'm actually doing something with this wheel.
Just as expected, all those fruits fetched a good price. Kind of useful having them fresh.
Vic disappeared, probably chasing tails already, so we had to leave those two to guard the other cargo. While not exactly legal, it's small, easy to hide amd nets enough profit to keep the ship in shape.
"Ah, Mr. Gryllus. I see you brought your daughter as well. Better to learn the trade first-hoof, am I right?" Our client gracefully greeted us from his seat.
"Please, take a seat amd let us hammer out the deal you no doubt have for us".....
Welcome to the sorry crew of the trading cutter Friend-ship. Yeah, don't let kids name your ship.
Reindeer
Male
A reindeer of average build, maybe with a bit extra muscle due to work on the ship not being easy. Dark brown fur, with dirty-yellow horn.
Very knowledgeable, and is officially the ship's medical officer. However due to him being a reindeer, his main job is actually keeping perishables cold. Might sound basic, but it requires long term extertion few deers are capable of.
Nobody tells him though, he already has an immense ego, and really loves to overplay himself if given the chance, and oh god what will happen if he realises he's the reason the crew makes so much money. Luckily he tends to distract himself with ladies while on land.
Totally not pun names.
Twin sheep
Male both
Rob amd Bert was born outside of Baaah, and never even been to Baaah, let alone Baaah. Maybe that's why they developed personalities.
Though anybody living near them can attest it's not that fun. Those two have an annoying love-hate sibling relationship, crying for each other when separated, but arguing non-stop while near each other.
Rob is the carpenter, Bert is the tailor, but they are usually just assigned for watch duty. That way they won't annoy everyone, and if one falls from the basket on the mast, their fur actually cushions their impact so they don't get injured. Yes, this actually happened. Multiple times. Maybe that's why they are so afraid of heights.
Cow
Reddish color
Late teens
Penny is the first mate and occasional helmsman of the ship. She was raised by the captain and served on the ship since she can remember. Despite her age, Penny is considered the highest authority by the crew and is the only one capable of actually ordering them around.
Fun fact, the ship was named by her when she was built.
The captain.
Boar
A dark brown colored boar. Usually steers the ship and does the business part of the travels. While the crew loves him, everyone knows it's Penny calling the shots on the ship. Aside from that, nobody is prone to share much information of him, his past, or his goals. The only thing really known about is is that he is a pleasant and polite fellow, who can gut you with a smile. Still, rich people trust him unconditionally for transporting anything, legal or otherwise
Made entirely on phone, blame the typos on the tiny keyboard.
Well. It's been awhile. Let's make some Foenetians.
Name: Cathasaigh, the Vigilant Species: Irish Elk Appearance: Dark brownish-grey coat, ivory antlers Notable Markers: Pendant, inscribed with a door blocked by two crossed axes, worn around neck; network of runes running across antlers; massive cloak with the same symbol inscribed across the back; wears lightly rusted, battle-worn chainmail around neck, shoulders and back; leather(?) wraps around fore and hind legs. Organization: Guardians of Foenum Background: Unknown
"Long ago, there was a breach in the Hold. What came out were not predators; they were something worse. Hordes of claws and lanky, shambling death. My people held them at bay, and eventually defeated them. In response, my kind formed the Guardians of Foenum; soldiers of the long-dead Prophet, gifted with runic magic. They could live for centuries. But they returned. Those vile monsters. They scattered my people, and destroyed our Watch. One by one, my friends and my beloved fell to them, with their last actions resulting in their second defeat. I am all that remains.
I fear that those creatures will return one day - this time, with an army of predators.
We do not have much time left, Keeper. Prove yourself worthy, and the Guardians will rise again!"
Tracker was an Alpaca that you could count on if you needed something moved, and fast. She would blaze a trail through any terrain she encountered and would brave the roads less traveled. Tracker was her name and speed was her game.
However...
One day she was hired to steal a very important (Al)package from an underground facility. Easy pickings. She was in and out in a flash. Assuming no one had seen her, she ran right out of the front door, when she was suddenly caught off guard by a stray magic shot.
"Hold it right there toots! Imma need that back."
Turning on the spot Tracker saw a raggedy Unicorn.
Recon was his name and speed was his- hold on, haven't we seen this text before?
Recon was an outcast of a Unicorn. Always getting into trouble and picking fights, this scrappy Unicorn would take on opponents far stronger than himself, if only to see them crumble beneath his superior speed.
"Not going to happen love, this is business."
"Oh yeah, well I'm making your business my business!"
"Suit yourself. Cheers love!"
And with that, Tracker did something Recon wasn't expecting, she teleported away in a blue blur.
"What the-!? Get back here!!!"
"If you can catch me, it's all yours!"
And with that, the race was on!!!
(COMPLETELY not inspired by any kind of Battle of Deaths.)
(You should go watch Death Battle on YouTube, that was a good fight. Although, the pokemon starter battle royal is still my favorite!)
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