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Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 3Winona padded patiently after the little mole running in front of her. She was hungry and annoyed of the wetness in her fur. She was about to complain to the little creature, when it suddenly stopped.Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 3 by HM-Dragon-Dreamer
“We’re here,” he announced. They stopped at what seemed like a small clearing. A path lead through the middle, with moss covered boulders looming on either side.
“There’s no one here,” said the cave beast.
“Well, ain’t my problem if they’re late,” said the mole.
He turned around to face her, looking her into the eyes without blinking, his nose tentacles swirling around. “You’re on your own now. The means of winning are yours to choose. I would advise you however, to keep your paws on the path, if you do not wish to get lost.”
Winona shrugged. “Whatever.”
The mole looked at her for a moment, and then turned around, “whatever suits you, but you have been warned.” And with that he padded of
Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 2Dancing leaves woke with a start, as a droplet of water fell on his nose from one of the leaves above him. The top branches of the old oak glittered in the sunlight, but the roots were covered in darkness and shade.Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 2 by HM-Dragon-Dreamer
The fox stood up and stretched his limbs. The dampness made is scars itchy so he wasn’t in a particularly good mood. He fluffed out his fur against the morning chill, which woke up his feathery friend, sleeping on his shoulders.
“Goooood morning,” yawned the little feathery ball. She shook her tail feathers and fluttered her wings to warm up. Despite the wet and the cold, she seemed quite cheerful this morning.
“How are we doing today, on such a beautiful wet morning? Ready to take on the world?”
Dancing leaves rolled his eyes in reply, but smiled faintly. Nothing could bring down the spirits of his little friend.
“I’m fine, despite the horrible weather, thank you for asking,” said Dancing Leaves. He pushed his legs in front o
Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 1Sacred Forest OCT – Round 1Sacred Forest OCT Round 1 Pg 1 by HM-Dragon-Dreamer
Faces of despair
The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, engulfing the enchanted forest in an eerie light. Morning mists swirled around in the air, making it heavy and damp.
Winona sneezed. She wasn’t particularly happy at the moment. First she had been taken from her home and brought in this forest by some weird fox creature. And now her fur was wet and heavy, and her back ached and her stomach grumbled.
She really wasn’t happy. She sniffed the air. It smelled rich but it had a weird scent to it. Definitely not like home. Light rays were piercing through the branches that stung her eyes. She really needed to find a place to settle for the day. But first, her stomach needed filling.
Searching through the undergrowth, she stumbled upon a small heap of dirt. It smelled like food, so she started to take it apart with her big paws and claws.
“Hey!” Screamed someone with a squeaky voice suddenly.
“Watch what you’re d
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Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 8 - ENDTilt jerked awake.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 8 - END by Miirik
“Whoah, calm down, boy!” said a familiar voice. A warm hand touched Tilt’s head--he looked up and saw best friend. Not sick. Alive.
Tilt burrowed his head in Lance’s lap as the boy hugged him. “What’s wrong, Tilt? Bad dream?”
* * *
Flutter Song woke up in her old home, baffled. What just...?
“Dancing Leaves?” she chirped nervously.
The fox tumbled into view below the tree Flutter Song was perched on. “Flutter Song, wake up! I thought you said you wanted to see the kits when they were old enough to get out of the den!”
“Th-the what?” she asked, dazed. Familiar trees surrounded her--she and Dancing Leaves’ injuries were gone. “Where’s...where’s the Sacred Forest? Why are you alive!?”
The fox tilted his head. “I had a similar dream but...” He glanced around. “My mate never died. How could any of that have happened?
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 7Camilla shivered on the cold forest floor. Was it real? Was she dreaming?Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 7 by Miirik
Please, please let it have been a dream...
She saw Meka, very still on the forest floor, surrounded with embers. It was all real.
She crawled over to Dercas--the kitsune was wheezing on the ground, opening her eyes when the girl got near.
“Dercas,” Camilla croaked, “why did you even offer to grant a wish?”
Dercas stared blankly ahead, her breathing shallow. “I was lonely,” she whispered. “So lonely. And I hoped that, maybe, by some small chance...I’d be freed by the wish.” A tear slid down the guardian's face. “What an idiot I was...am.”
Camilla glanced at the scarred forest, the fallen, the shaking ghosts whose hold on the world was fading. “I ruined everything,” she sniffled, choking back a sob.
“There, there,” Dercas said, almost tenderly. She weakly pushed Milly towards her with one of her tails and nestled with h
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 6Allele lurched to her feet, hacking up teal blood.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 6 by Miirik
Make the wish! Dercas’ panicked voice hissed in her head.
“I-I don’t know what to wish for,” Allele croaked, salty tears nearly forming in her eyes. She was in agony--her wings were too torn to even fly, and bleeding heavily. She realized with a cold sinking feeling that she might die today.
She could see in her fuzzy vision two gigantic beasts crashing into each other, snarling and sending blood of all colors flying. The competitors ran backwards in a panic, trying not to get crushed.
What a mess.
Allele stomped a hoof on the grass, staring Mobius in the eyes. The massive creature glared back, coiling around the leafy creature’s neck as the creature smashed Mobius’ face into the earth; she struggled free and slithered over to the competitors, tossing them to the side.
Allele stomped the ground with the last bit of her strength. “Hey!”
The massive gray creature turned to face Allel
Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 5Allele’s wings were weak; she flew falteringly, nearly falling out of the air at some points and flying back up afterwards.Sacred Forest - Round 4 - Page 5 by Miirik
Not that Meka was doing a great job flying, either. He could barely fly in a straight line, and when he did, Camilla nearly slipped off his back. The haziness around the edge of his vision didn’t help.
“Hang on,” Meka growled to Camilla--she clung to his mane tightly.
Meka clumsily snapped at Allele, but she swiped her tail, slashing the scar on his chest without a single warning from his instincts. He grunted as he lost altitude, but he caught himself and chased after the moth again.
This time, Allele tried to kick Meka’s snout--he swerved to the side and slashed at Allele’s tail as Camilla leaped off of his back. She dug her dainty claws into the bug’s leg.
“Get off!” Allele screeched, shaking her hoof to pry the Abstraction off. Meka was able to tear off a chunk of Allele’s wings before Milly co
SF OCT Reference Al tunSF OCT Reference Al tun by maelstrom14
Species: Marine Velarian
Likes: Fish, clean water, swimming, bathing in the sun while close to water, examine new machines.
Dislikes: Staying away from water for too long, getting into trouble for dismantling machines, Poisoned waters, drying out.
Personality: Quiet, focused, easily excited by the presence of machines including those he has never seen before.
Characteristics: dark blue scales with light blue underbelly, yellow slitted eyes, webbed hands and feet, short sharp claws, short length snout with small nostrils, fins going from the top of his head down to his tail, long vertically flat tail, four toes on each foot as for each velarian, three fingers and one thumb on each hand, able to walk on all fours and on hind legs. scars from claws on chest diagnally, one scar from a blade just under his left eye, large scar on his right thigh. Slender but muscular build, compact scales that appear almost like skin, s
Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1(This connects to my last comic page...)Mortal SF Audition Writing page 1 by Wolfstream
Mortal shivered and took a step, then another. In his mind, old memorys drifted up, so old he did almost not know that he still had them.
'A wanderer, that's what I am. A passenger in my own life. Never at home... A demon. An Exile.' He thought bitterly, as he walked beneath the trees, whose trunks threw long shadows across his back. His thoughts strayed in another direction, maybe because of the sense of magic, he got a little wistful.
'Life...' Mortal said aloud, then continued the trail of thought in his mind. 'What is a mortal life to a demon? What does that make me? Do I even have a soul?' His ears drooped for a moment at that. Then he shook himself and continued on his way.
Suddenly, a little cyan ball of light was floating in mid air, right infront of him, and it seemed to Mortal, as if there was a faint voice, like the rustling of leaves, and it whispered something... "I... can offer an escape!" And there she was, face to face with him,
Sacred Forest Round one Part twoA smallish brown creature swam through the air like a fish in water, seeming very happy. She giggled and flew lower, down to a white fox looking creature with a black mane and dark blue scarf. He, as opposed to the brown creature didn't look very happy. He looked focused.Sacred Forest Round one Part two by Lunaterasu
“Would you quiet down, Pest!?” He snapped up at the giggling female.
“But Dadd-y!” She whined and landed in front of her father.
“For the last time…” The white creature began through clenched teeth. “I am not your Dad!”
The small, brown creature pouted.
“Fiiiiine…Mekaa…” She spat the last word out in a deeper, mocking tone. “But I like Daddy better.” She mumbled to herself
Meka sighed. Sometimes he just couldn’t take this creature…
“Daddy, I’m bored! Can we play a game while we look for this intruder?” the creature begged as jumped back into the air.
Meka gave her a look, but the