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 Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 9:24 am
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 Silver Vein has found herself with a bunch of kits. Being a good natured sort, she had taken it upon herself to look after an injured fellow that she happened upon one night. Her fling, a certain coon going by the pseudonym of Greypool, being all better now, has run off after getting her pregnant. At the time of his leaving, he was unaware that she was with kits O___O For now, it will just be Silver Vein and the kits. Silver Vein is a treasure hunter she collects all sorts of shiny things. Shells, silver, gold, shiny stones, little scraps of metal. (Co written by Pan and Middy XD ) Contest will be judged by Middy and Pan. Now till - Jan 12th. Judging will be held on the 13th. <3 More Pebble Info |
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 9:29 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 9:30 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 9:39 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 9:42 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 11:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 4:13 pm
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I have the best treasure!!
User Name: medigel
Name: Lodestone
Personality: Quiet and methodical, Lodestone appears stern to those that don't know him. He frowns often as he works or thinks, and 99% of the time that's how he spends said time: always engineering some new idea to rework stone and metal and gem. Lodestone even seems to have lived up to his name, having a knack for finding metal objects especially when he scavenges around Kells. He dreams of being an important engineer and of being recognized for his intellect, which often means he gets caught up in his work and forgets that important people element. Social cues are not his strong point, but he does crave praise and would work for anyone that gives it to him, even if their ultimate ends for his talents are less than good.
Rp Prompt:
It was always hard for Lodestone to describe how it was that he found his metal scraps so easily. Lodestone wasn't quite sure he could explain it himself. It wasn't just finding a scent, it was reading the land, understanding the layout of rock and soil and depth, remembering the oldest stories of these legendary humans and their priceless material animals now hawked for lesser things. Aesthetics. Lodestone didn't care for that, though jewelry could be nice at times.
No, the kit had a very different treasure in mind.
He dug up the pieces himself over the course of a week and began fitting them as best he could, using vines and what rope cords he could that weren't rotted (all from previous expeditions out), until he had done it: a tiny piece of metal fitted to his shoulder, affixed with small spikes from caltrops he had scavenged in a supposedly elder battlefield. Armor. His shoulder had been injured after running across a predator not long ago, and his paws had nearly been torn in the crossup. Lodestone desired to avoid such a fate again.
The shinies were good to him, but...the safety of his paws was his most treasured thing. They would do more wondrous things one day.
Satisfied, Lodestone went out once more: the gauntlets were next on his crafting list.
Other: Basically a toned down mad scientist, only replace scientist with engineer and tinkerer. Would enjoy plotting him as the secondary or familiar of a baddie; I have one in mind if I can't find someone else : D
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2020 5:31 pm
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I have the best treasure!!
User Name: Chelseylee_z
Name: Silver Sand Dollar
Personality: Silver's personality is very extroverted, quite like the life of the party. He loves to be the center of attention, meeting new friends and sharing his treasures the best he can. He loves to please everyone and hates when he feels like he has lets other down. He will not know the meaning of personal space as he likes to be in everyones bubble.
He will be pretty much be a free spirit, who likes to go on adventures, finding shells, stones, and gems that have washed on the river basin.
Rp Prompt:
Waddling out into open bank of the river, Silver dipped his front paws into the somewhat murky water. Taking a second to let his hands just feel the cool water, he started to feel around, deep in the muddy sand that covered the banks below the waters edge. There's gotta be some pretties around here. He had left this area untouched for about a week to let the current of the river bring new treasures through.
The treasures that he wanted was sometimes those relics that had come from the world of people, but he was looking for shells, gems, jewels, or stones. Anything that he could find that would shine up real nice. Silver had his eyes on a lovely raccoon and he was hoping a pretty shell necklace that he could make with the high vines that swung from the trees would cause her to see him differently. A hopeless romantic
Back to the train of thought to finding something, the tips of his paws grazed something, just below the mud. Giving a heave and a ho, he pulled out one of the biggest intact shell that he had every found before. With big eyes, Silver started to rince of the shell in the murky water, being careful not to break it. "Wow! The shell was beautiful, and the colorings were out of this world. This shell would be way to big for the necklace he had wanted to make, but he figured his momma would like. She deserves pretty things as well
Treasures, and pretties weren't items that SIlver liked to keep. They were things that he liked to give away to friends and family to let him know how much he was thinking about them. With a deep but happy sign, Silver started again on his digging, hoping he would find more pretties in this untapped bank.
Other: Thank you for the fun contest! I would probably like to team him up with someone that loved the prettier things in life. ie: necklaces, earings, braclets. etc....
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2020 9:10 pm
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I have the best treasure!!
User Name: Azael_Rose
Name: Whispering Willow
Personality: The meek little oddball who is either a bit distant or very clingy - there is no inbetween. He's often in his own world, chattering quietly to himself, picking up things to add to his ever growing collection. He's a very particular coon; collecting only dried acorn tops (not the whole acorn), twigs of a certain length (not too short and not too long), and light colored rocks so he can dip them into the stream and paint nearby trees. Willow can become overly clingy when he's frightened or when his curiosity is peaked.
Rp Prompt: (What treasure have you found?)
Willow was on the hunt again, on the hunt for more treasures. Though his collection already filled not just one tree hollow, but three, he always could use more. He began scouring the meadow's edge, staying somewhat near his family, picking through each blade of grass for something new and hopefully shiny. Shiny things were always welcome to Whispering Willow, though they weren't his favorite. He picked up a snapped twig, narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the piece before tossing it away. "Not right," he muttered to himself.
He continued this odd task, moving further into the forest thicket as he did, and further from his frolicking siblings. It wasn't long before he had completely disappeared from view from his family. He wasn't concerned, there were far more twigs to size up. So many that he started to hold one in each hand to compare. His first few were too small, some too bent, and others were far too large. Finally, in his left hand he held the winner! It was perfectly shaped and just the right size! He tossed aside the larger knobby twig in his right to hold his favorite item. He smiled and gleamed happily, content for that moment.
Then like the sun rising above a group of clouds, an idea struck the little coon. He darted off to the riverbank. There he took his stick and dipped it into the water. He began to swirl the stick, kicking up dirt and debris from the shore. He watched with eager amber eyes as it became a mini whirlpool. Whispering Willow was in awe. Splintered twigs, leaves and pebbles would swirl and ebb into view then disappear beneath a brown cloud. Sometimes bright shiny bits would come into view too. Those were extra special swirls. He continued watching the swirl, every now and then putting his stick back into the center to stir some more. A seemingly harmless shadow loomed beneath his fun swirl of things. It doubled in size, coming closer from beneath the swirling mud. Now it wasn't so harmless. The shape burst through the dust and leaped at the small raccoon. Whispering Willow shrieked as the monster broke the water's surface, and quickly turned tail towards the meadow.
He didn't dare look back, even when a distant splash meant the creature had returned to the deep. Dashing all the way back home, he didn't slow down once. Without a word he scampered up onto his mother's back almost knocking her clear off her paws. He burrowed his small face into her fur and whimpered. Not because of the monster, oh no, he had forgotten all about it after all that running. No, he whimpered because he had realized that he had lost his prize during his escape and he'd have to collect another tomorrow...again.
Other: I may be snail slow when it comes to rp but I do love to plot! <3
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