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Posted 2023-04-30 18:56:58 (edited)
The rules are quite simple! I will have a wolf that needs lore and you shall write some lore for them!
Rules
1. You can only enter once for each wolf
2. You can write as much lore to your heart's content
3. Each wolf will have a sorta specific theme to go off of
4. The more lore you write, the higher your chances are!
5. You don't necessarily have to go off of the theme but it's highly encouraged
6. They will all have pronouns that you have to use when writing the lore !

The wolf to start the whole contest is Pink Floyd
Pronouns To Use >> They/Them
Theme To Go Off Of >> Paradise

Form
Username ,, ID ,, Profile Link >>
Lore >>
RockNRoll
#111665

Posted 2023-04-30 20:01:30
Crow ,, #80593 ,, Profile Link >>https://www.wolvden.com/profile/80593
Lore >> you wake up in a blur there's a sweet smell in the warmth of sunshine on your back. As you hear the waves clash against the rocks. You feel a ... Slimy touch you shake it off as you thought maybe it's water but as you opened eyes you felt a cold touch it was a lovely pup that had brought you some flowers they tell you they don't know how or when they ended up on the lovely beach but as the wonder a way after talking for what felt like hours they said "follow the Paradise"



-i hope it's good I'm not that good at these things 😅
Crow
#80593

Posted 2023-04-30 20:15:42
Jackal ,, #121192 ,, [Link] - https://www.wolvden.com/profile/121192

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This young wolf had always heard the whispers of the wind, the dance of leaves as the birds sat within their gentle, scratchy branches. All of their life had known was the repeating cycle of sun chasing the moon, the wind growing still or howling like the many wolves in the distance. This little creature had longed to be apart of a pack. To grow with their peers, to learn from their elders, and to find themselves and their role within the pack. They always dreamed of standing tall as a leader. Helping others as it was needed. Yet..

And yet here they remained rooted to the earth. They dreamed they were a wolf. They dreamed of running around on their paws, barking happily, howling a beautiful song to the sun and moon. But their petals only knew of the gentle rays, the quench of the rain dripping on them. Oh, how they wished to be uprooted and be free! To run and frolic amongst their brothers and sisters. One night, they dreamed a beautiful dream. They had finally uprooted as a little pup. Their little limbs barely able to keep themselves up as their flower family fed them what they could, offering what water they could spare. They were uprooted and began their long journey through the forests, up to the mountains. There.. They heard it. The call of the wolves they longed to be apart of. They were accepted, they were loved, they were taught many things and they grew to be a great leader.

And then they woke up. But instead of being a flower... Seeing the veins of their roots and their petals dancing along to the wind... They saw paws. Beautiful, colorful paws. They could stand... they could walk! They could run!

They can finally, truly live.
Jackal
#121192

Posted 2023-04-30 22:10:14 (edited)
This purple Rain link
As I hear the voices in the woods talking to me, the sun felt good on my belly, looking at all the beautiful wild animals honey playing with my siblings. Helping my parents house and playing with the baby dears and sing big black spirit wolf speaking to me, tell me I can do anything that I put my mind to, I can do and I will become a leader one day for my path pups on my own as the big black wolf spirit told me and the big black spirit wolf told me, I will be become a great leader for the pack.

Big black wolf spirit always comes to me into the woods and tells me everything that I need to know to become a great leader for the pack and that he told me things to help me learn and understand dear leaders and how to become a great leader
Heather fitzko
#102417

Posted 2023-04-30 23:50:03
When is this due?
Rane
#118890

Posted 2023-04-30 23:52:30
@Jordan probably will pick somebody in 10 mins. Don't worry there will be other wolves that you can write lore for if you don't win this time !
RockNRoll
#111665

Posted 2023-04-30 23:53:59
And also, how much sc is it?
Rane
#118890

Posted 2023-04-30 23:55:16
@Jordan probably about 100 SC, maybe more. I haven't 100% decided
RockNRoll
#111665

Posted 2023-05-01 01:13:08
The winner is @Jackal
Congratulations and thanks for playing. Your prize will be sent shortly

Our next wolf is Lillian
Pronouns to use >> She/Her
Theme >> N/A

No theme for this gal! Go wild
RockNRoll
#111665

Posted 2023-05-01 01:47:56 (edited)

Form
Username; Russkie,  ID; 83665 Profile Link >> link
Lore >> Once upon a dawn, a spirit had roamed. With no place to call home, no one to call family, the spirit was known only as Lillian to those few that had seen her. A trusting, innocent spirit she was, but that sweet trust was taken advantage of by a snake one day. The snake stole her lunar teardrop necklace, and she was then told by the Mother Bear Spirit that she had a short period of time before her essence disappeared from this world forever.
Knowing the rules of a spirit, Lillian was also aware that she would miss her old life. But as she searched for a barely dead being, she found a mother abandoning the small, frail body of a tiny pup. The spirit creature took the pleasant shape of the pup, and entered the body as the mother left.
The world was dark. And cooler than the spirit realm. The young pup shivered in the Deciduous Forest as she whimpered, barely left alive. Unable to see, to hear, Lillian regretted choosing such a young body to inhabit.
But the spirit's conscience slowly faded as the world around her went dim. Then... Everything was warm, as if she was back in the Realm of her true form's existence. The young pup had not known it, but a pair of wolves had found Lillian and adopted her - taking her to their pack.
As she slowly began to see, the young wolf was trained in the ways of the Pack. A Pupsitter, they told her she would be. And, as she had loved pups, the young she-wolf would accept her role in the Pack with a trusting smile.
"I love pups, so it is the perfect role! for me"
Is all she had said, and the entire Pack had smiled. The young Apprentice was finally accepting herself, and the Pack was pleased to be the ones who had guided her to be her true self - a beautiful, green-eyed Pupsitter.


(I enjoy writing, but I usually do better than this...)

Russkie
#83665

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