🎃 Halloween Contest (2023) - CLOSED; prize money will take a bit, so sorry 🎃
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🎃 Halloween Contest (2023) - CLOSED; prize money will take a bit, so sorry 🎃
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Posted 2023-09-30 08:33:59 (edited)
1. Your wolf must be originally designed by you 2. You have absolute free range in the wardrobe! You can add any mutation and pose you please 3. Make it spooky 4. Avoid super bright, happy colors, lol 5. Lore is optional, but it'll give you extra points if it's nice and scary 5. If you do decide to do lore, no vile words. Please try and keep it PG-13. If you don't think you're able too, please PM me the story instead to avoid youngsters seeing it. 6. No more than 4 paragraphs 7. You may make as many entries as you want! But you can only win once. Oh, and, here are the prizes: 1st: 1,000 SC and 1 time refunded stud 2nd: 500 SC 3rd: 250 SC 4th and 5th: 100 SC Tips: 1. To make a suspenseful scene, use longer sentences and great detail. 2. The lore should fit the character! 3. Paint a scene with colorful descriptions. 4. Have a meaningful name—feel free to use a search engine to dig deep into that lore! Good luck, designers! This contest ends on HALLOWEEN (10/31/23). That means there are no more entires ON Halloween, but feel free to do it the day BEFORE Halloween. Example story: Snap. All you could feel was pain. The excruciating type. It was like a wildfire had spread across your leg; it began at you paw and spread to your hip. You looked behind you to see a bloody mess. A bear trap was clinging on to your back leg like it was it's only purpose: to crush bone and leave animals in destress. You whine several times for help. You're unable to do much more than a high-pitched yelp. You fall to the floor, having no strength or will to stand. Days pass. You're unable to so much as move your tail. You blink slowly, heaving out your breaths like a burden on one's shoulders. You shakily lift your head as a flash of color passes by. A moth, black and red, flutters around. It was like it was taunting you. It was free and mobile, while you were weak and trapped. You attempted to move your leg, coated in dried blood, but it only caused more pain. You whimpered. "Help," you croaked to the moth. It floats over as if it heard you. It lands on your paw next to you. You noticed it had an odd pattern: mostly black with striking red patterns. The red circles looks almost like eyes. You lean forward, focusing deeply on the wings with curiousity. You gasp as a flock of crows burst out of the trees and swarm you. You howled in fear as they surrounded you, pecking as your leg relentlessly. Your eyes turn wide as you see the moth turn to ash. Suddenly, all the pain, hunger, thirst, and fear disappeared. The crows turned to ash. The bear trap did as well. You look around, standing up in the dark void you found yourself in. You blink. You see two red circles. The moth. You follow it, your brain turning. What was going on? Where were you? You stopped. Two red eyes stared back at you. It was a puppy with a decapitated head strapped to his side. "One more for my collection," the puppy sighed sweetly, tilting his head. Example additional lore: The puppy's name, "Jolon", means "a valley of dead oaks", hence the background in my design. Jolon lures weak wolves in to his trap. He preys on those weak and hallucinatory, releasing a moth to draw their curiosity. The moth is poisonous, making the wolf hallucinate things. In this case, everything turning to ash and the flocking crows. Then, he draws his prey in, waving his tail around to mimic the moth. Finally, he decapitates the head to add to his collection. |
Alagot #116339 |
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Posted 2023-09-30 11:19:12 (edited)
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 Moona #114066 |
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Posted 2023-09-30 11:59:28 (edited)
This wolf is based on a scary story called 'Tailypo' which is based on an old folktale from North America. It is sometimes known as 'Tailbone' or 'Tailybones.' I will tell the story in my own words, summed up. In the story, there is an old man who lives in the forest. He was a hermit, and lived alone save his 3 loyal hunting dogs. Their names were Iknow, Youknow, and Calico. The old man lived in an old cabin he had built himself, just big enough for him and his 3 dogs. The cabin only had one room, which he used as his living room, dining room, bedroom, and kitchen. At the end of the room was a big open fireplace to do his cooking and keep him warm. The old man hunted most of his own food, save what the grew in his garden. In the summer there was plenty of bounty, but in the winter, prey was scarce. One cold winter night, the old mans stomach was grumbling. But there was nothing to eat except a few moldy potatoes he had left from his garden. The stoked the fireplace and went to bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard something in the room. He opened his eyes, and they grew wide in terror. Sitting across the room from him was the strangest looking creature he had ever seen. It was long and lanky, with pointed ears and bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow. Its body was covered in striped black fur, and it had big, sharp claws, and a long, thick tail. For a moment the old man and the creature just stared at each other. Then, quick as a flash, the old man sprang up and hurled his hunting knife at the creature. It scurried out the hole it had clawed in the cabin wall. But right before it could, the old man brought down his knife on its thick tail and cut the end off. The creature let out a horrible wail and ran off into the night. The old man was about to throw out the tail, when his stomach growled again. He decided meat is meat, so he skinned the tail, cleaned it, cooked it, and ate it for supper. It was a bit strange, and chewy, but there was a lot of it. And in fact, it tasted kind of like chicken! Satisfied, the old man plugged the hole in his wall with some rags and old paper and drifted off to sleep. However, he wasn't asleep very long before he was awoken by a strange noise. It sounded like scratching outside the cabin. He thought if he stayed really quiet, the critter might go away. But then a strange voice hissed: "Tailypo, Tailypo, give me back my tailypo!" The old man thought he must be imagining it, so he continued to stay quiet. But a moment later, he heard it again: "Tailypo. Tailypo, give me back my tailypo!" The old man sat up and ran to the door, calling for his dogs. "Iknow, Youknow, Calico, get in here!" The dogs ran in and tore up the cabin, sniffing everywhere. When they didn't find anything, he shrugged it off and went back to bed. He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard scratching again. But this time, it seemed to be coming from two walls. He heard the voice again: "Tailypo, tailypo, where is my tailypo?" The old man once again called his dogs, and once again they found nothing. The old man, who didn't get scared easily, was beginning to get a little frightened. He decided to stay up for the rest of the night to protect himself, and pulled his chair up to the fireplace. Staring at the embers, be began to doze off. It was almost dawn when the old man awoke with a start. the sound of scratching seemed to come from all around him. He searched frantically for his gun, knife, or axe, but couldn't find anything in his terror. "Tailypo, Tailypo, give me back my tailypo!" "Leave me alone, I don't have your Tailypo!" the old man yelled back. He called for his dogs wildly, but none came. He called again, but to no avail. Terrified, he ran to his bed and hid under the covers. The scratching and voice grew louder. "Tailypo, Tailypo, where is my tailypo?" The old man stayed as quiet as he could, but now he heard the scratching in his room! "Tailypo! Tailypo! You took my tailypo!" The old man now felt the scratching at the head of his bed. Not able to stop himself, he eased the covers down to see what had infiltrated his home. Then he saw it, a long, lanky creature with pointed ears, yellow blood shot eyes, and teeth dripping with drool. Its eyes seemed to burn right through the old man. "You got my tailypo! And you better give it back, now!" the creature screeched. "I ate your Tailypo! Its gone! I ate it!" the old man screamed. The creature pounced on his chest, tearing at him, trying to get its Tailypo back. The old man tried to fight back, but the creatures claws were too sharp and its teeth were too big. The old mans screams echoed across the mountains until they faded into silence. After a month of not hearing from the old man, the nearby townspeople grew worried. When a group of them went out to check, they found a cabin torn to shreds. No sign of the old man or the dogs to be seen anywhere. They were never seen again. The townspeople still say that if you are out in the forest at night, and you listen real carefully, you can hear a strange voice calling in the wind: "Tailypo! Tailypo! Now I've got my tailypo!" Note- the rat tail decoration is supposed to represent the eaten off tail. |
 -Ally- (Hiatus) #127944 |
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Posted 2023-09-30 14:55:23 (edited)
You walk into a Tavern on a Halloween night, where in the back you spot an old man staring at you. When he sees that you've noticed him, he beckons you over to his table. You feel compelled to walk over to his table and sit with him. "Greetings, young traveler," He murmurs, his voice soft but gravelling "Do you have the time to listen to a story?" You shake your head, "Not really," Something about this seems off to you. "It won't take long," He tries to convince you. Seeing how eager he is to share the story, you cave in and nod. "Well, alright then," You respond. "Go on and tell it." "Very well," His voice rasps and he starts the tale. "A long time ago, there used to be a magnificent wolf pack in the nearby forest, the pelts of these wolves varied in all different designs and colors; the Alpha having the most distinct pelt as well as the ability to speak the language of humans- however, the most common factor of this wolf pack were their three blended pink/purple/blue eyes- This helped keep the peace between the villagers and the wolves. The wolves promised not to hunt the village's sheep during the warm season in return for the Villagers' sacrifice of a couple sheep every moon during the cold season. This kept both the humans and the wolves happy. Some of the wolves even decided to try and befriend the villagers and became sheepdogs. However, there were a few wolves in the pack resented this treaty. The leader of this small group was the Beta, the most trusted wolf of the Alpa besides the Alpha's mate. The beta passed down his disagreement through the next generation, and so about 4-5 generations later, some wolf finally decided to do something. This wolf was called Beowulf. He stood up to his leader, saying that this treaty showed weakness and that they were becoming pets to the villagers. The leader tried to reason with him, saying that this treaty kept them all safe and fed through the cold season, but the wolf couldn't be reasoned with. He snarled and attack his leader. Some of the wolves raced to protect their leader but the Beowulf's supporters blocked them. The battle was swift and brutal. The pack gained new leadership and the wolves were forced to sumbit by punishment of death. The new leadership forced the wolves to attack the village but he would soon regret this. The villagers rose up against them and all but the leader were slain. Then one of the villagers, known for his enchantments, healing, and curses, placed a curse on Beowulf. 'From this day on, you shall become a human. Only to return to your natural form on the night that these villagers call All Hollows Eve..' And so that is what happened. Every Hollows Eve after that, just after the clock strikes 10 o'clock Beowulf turned back into a wolf and in his anger he would reek havoc on the townsfolk." The old man smile grimly. "That that is about to happen in 30seconds." With that the old man got up and when towards the out house. What came out of the out house was a fierce and terrifying wolf with three, greedy eyes, link. He sprang at you and dug his teeth into your shoulder before clawing out your throat. You stare after the wolf as he continues his rampage through the town, until you are no more. |
Charlie #79338 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 08:47:17
the gods must be angry, you think as you watch the ground around you turn to mud and slush and mess, this is our punishment. it is always best to wait out such things, but before you can move to find a hiding place you notice a dim white glow coming from a copse of pines nearby. it grows brighter as you watch, squinting through the downpour, until a bush is parted and from it steps a pale wolf. she does not leave pawprints in her wake, nor does she make a single sound as she steps fully from the bush and begins slowly padding past you. she is young, thin and frail and delicate as if an errant breeze might knock her down, and her clouded eyes are cast downwards at her own paws; from them comes a great rolling fog, more with each step, until she is barely visible at all through the haze. in her jaws she grasps a heart, and as she passes by you close enough for you to notice she has no smell at all, you see the heart is still beating. you also see something else - a large black thing, gnashing teeth and gnarled fur and eyes wide and crazed as if the beast had the mouth-foaming sickness. it snarls and snaps at the pale wolf's side, flinging great chunks of mud about with monstrous paws as it darts around her hunched form. the pale wolf seems not to notice, unblinking and silent. 'look out,' you want to call to her, 'there is a great beast after you.' but your muzzle remains closed, and your paws remain locked in place, and the ghostly wolf just keeps on walking, and the great beast just keeps on snapping, and from the sky rain and hail beat down upon everything that lies below until there is nothing left at all. |
 🌫️ jack #128696 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 10:05:54
You twist skillfully in the air, so as to land on your back and not break anything. Nonetheless, the impact knocks the breath out of you. You lay on your back for awhile, staring at the hole you just came through, about 7 feet in the air. After you recover, you look around a bit. Your in an old den, with bones of countless creatures around you. You become alarmingly aware you are not alone, when you see a shadow move along the wall. You stiffen in anticipation of a fight as the creature steps into the light. However, what you see standing before you is not what you'd expect in a thousand years. in front of you, is a Cerberus Pup . Or at least two thirds of it, for Cerberus' usually had three heads, not two. The pup doesn't seem violent, just pathetic really. Its heads hang low, and it looks at you with as much desperation as glowing red eyes can show. After a moment of eye contact, you decide the pup isn't a threat, and to try to talk to it. He might be a demon, but he's still a pup. Bowing down, you whine "What are you doing down here little guy?" It looks at you for a long time, as if it doesn't know how to respond. Then slowly, in a voice that seems like it hasn't been used in centuries, it speaks. "This is all I know. I've always been here." Your curious now. As far as you know the Cerberus species went extinct 10,000 years ago. How was there a puppy, here, now, out of all places and times? "where's your family?" you inquire. "Left. Long ago. No one wants a two headed Cerberus. Especially one with no Fire." That's when you realize the puppy does indeed not have any fire, usually mentioned in the legends of the Cerberus'. They were the guardians of the underworld, of course they had fire abilities. They were always covered in it, with flaming horns, tails, and eyes. Did this pups family abandon him because he was different? Feeling more sympathy for the poor thing, you sit down. "How long has it been? They can't just leave you here." "Too long. Can't remember." The voice croaked. "But do remember their promise" "Promise? What promise?" you question. "Yes! Yes! That's right. The promise. If I can bring them what they want, I can be one of them again. I can be with pack, and become adult!" Thinking you pay be able to help the poor pup, you ask, "well? what do you need?" The pup locks eyes with you, and you feel his eyes staring into your soul. They seem to burn right through, capturing you, and you can't look away. "A wolf heart. That is what I need." |
-Ally- (Hiatus) #127944 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 14:03:09 (edited)
- Αράχνη - Spider in Greek - Παγωμένος - Frozen in Greek |
 🌱Sealife/Angel🌱 #60985 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 14:08:13 (edited)
(Can anyone guess who this guy's based on?  )
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 Cadence #91818 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 14:33:36 (edited)
Warning, story contains mentioning of death and killing Upon returning to the pack, little reminisce was scolded by the elder. Their friends ratted on them. But little reminisce fought back the punishment, claiming they were fine. There was no curse to be seen. The stories the elder spoke of were just old tales. But the elder was still angry, telling the pup if anything were to happen, they would face the consequences. So without further conviction, the little pup was allowed to run off back with their friends and play. It didn't take long for reminisce to start showing signs of the curse. Small red spikes began to grow and their fur shedded a new pattern. One that was orange, like a pumpkin with an unusual shape. Their claws grew to abnormal lengths and their eyes became dark. This sudden change frightened the pack and the elder was called to make a decision. The elder decided the pup was no longer who they were, but of a beast. Fearing the cursed pup would bring misfortune to the pack, the elders demanded that the pup was to be killed by the edge of the field. Only then could they be safe. Poor little pumpkin reminisce was to young to fight back. Their life taken too soon. Or was it? When they woke up, they had grew horns of a demon. Beside them laid the ritual knife used to end their supposed suffering. Their neck was hosting a new scar. But why weren't they dead? They didn't understand. They felt no pain, no hunger, and no thirst. Only anger and sadness. Truth be told, pumpkin reminisce is thought to roam the rotting fields still. They carry the same knife used to take their life. No one has dared ventured near there since. |
 Kibi #15677 |
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Posted 2023-10-01 19:06:19 (edited)
Or, at least I think that's what it looks like. I couldn't get a good look because... Well, you know. It was dark lol There's been a whole bunch of talk about it since it showed up. Seems like everybody's got their own ideas about where it came from and what it wants. The sheriff says it's just some animal that moved into our waters for better hunting--said he saw it take on a gator and swallow it whole. Until it decides to climb out on land or start invading backyards, he told me, there's not much the department can do. The vicar said it's not just "some animal," but that it was summoned here by all the corruption going on in town. Its sole purpose is to feast on sinners or those who do harm to others and I guess generally terrorize everybody until it "gets what it wants." He said it was only a matter of time before people start to go missing (starting with the mayor). The weirdest story came from my grandma, though. Okay, I mean, it wasn't weird, but it's definitely different from everyone else. She said she'd seen the creature before--like decades ago--when she was no older than 11. A couple of friends had invited her to the river one summer to go swimming. This was before the dam was built, of course, so the river still had some kick to it. Grandma said it was still generally safe to swim in as long as you didn't get too far out from the bank. Unfortunately, one of her friends ended up going too far and got sucked into the current. My grandma quickly got on her bike to follow and, while riding alongside the water, she swore she saw this huge catfish racing next to her. She freaked out for a second because she thought it was going to try and eat them--that's how big it was! Then their head disappeared under the surface only for their body to re-emerge and start drifting toward a more secluded place on the shore. That's when she saw it. Turns out, it wasn't a catfish at all! It was this huge shaggy creature covered in scales and lichen and weird mushroom growths with long, bone-white claws, fish whiskers, and these glowing yellow-green eyes... Strangest of all, she swore its fur was completely dry despite definitely having come from the river. Like the water just slid right off it! She and the creature locked eyes for a single heartbeat before it disappeared further into the marsh and her friend sputtered to life again. It saved their life, she said, but she hasn't seen it since. I don't really know what to believe. Do you? |
 𝓥𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉 #18190 |