Creative Contest | Win 10GC, 1000SC, decors, and an immortal NIB G4 Brachy | Winner Randomly Chosen!

Hello all!

I bred this baby for the achievement from a mom another lovely user gifted me. I passed on the mom to another user and now I don't know what to do with him, so I figured why not give him away!

He comes with all decor + background. The winner also gets 10 GC to go towards an immortal slot (or for whatever you want)!

Here's a link to the little dude!

All you need to do is make something creative about him! (examples below)

I will not choose the winner based on how much I like the entry or how "good" it is. Each entry will get put in a random number generator and I will randomly pick the winner! So if you don't like to enter contests because you think your skills aren't as good as other players or if you are usually shy about contests, go ahead and give this one a try! Everyone has an equal chance of winning!

Examples of entries:

• Story
• Poem
• Picture (digital or traditional)
• Wardrobe design (markings or decor)
• Other art (sculpture, 3D model, animation, fabric or bead art) - just upload a picture of your work
• Anything!

Rules

1. Each account gets 2 different entries. You can draw a picture and write a poem, make a design or write a story, etc. Just not two of the same. If you only want to enter once though that's ok too!
2. Please post your entries in separate posts so I count them correctly! I don't wan to accidentally miss your entry if one post has two.
3. All skill levels are welcome! However, please put a minimum amount of effort into your entry (or entries). I have the discretion to not count your entry if it's very clear you didn't try. Examples of this are if you just hit randomize on the wardrobe a few times and posted the image as a design, scribbled a picture in 30 seconds in MS Paint, or wrote a 2 sentence story.
4. Winner gets 10GC, 1000SC, and the pug! I will send them over in one trade, so you will need a free immortal slot. Please purchase one beforehand. If you already have one immortal slot and your next costs more than 10 GC, you will have to arrange that. Please do not enter the contest if you cannot accept the pug. However, once he is yours you can do what you want with him. Keep and love him forever or take his decors and chase, whatever.
5. Contest closes in one week, 18 July, at 10:00 Wolvden time! I will pick the winner and send the GC and the wolf over soon after. Please accept when you can. If 3 days pass without any communication from the first winner, I will re-select another winner.
6. Have fun!!!

Two young hunters hesitantly crawl through the shrubbery of their den. "You go first." One hisses, "Why don't you hot shot???" Retorts the other in a whisper. "We'll go together, okay?" One compromises. Two sighs in defeat. They're going to meet the founder of their clan: Jabba, the Pug.

They're here to answer for a fight they had between each other. Bystanders had broken bones, a cave was demolished. Needless to say, it was a bad day for the clan.

He's eaten wolves in sacrifice, he's banished members just for fun, upon meeting he curses them- And the list of horrible acts continues. 

Legs trembling the two young hunters break through the thick trees to decide their fate...

The ground covered in various offerings before them as they lay low to the ground. Blood red eyes pierce through the darkest side of the foliage. Heavy huffs can be heard. The two are terrified of what their sentences will be. Out from the shadows steps a small, wrinkled, flat faced canine. He walks up to One and Two.

Breathing heavy he demands, "Stand before me young ones." They jump up in return ridged and horrified, not only at their demise but the physical appearance of their pack leader. Jabba laughs a playful noise and lays down in front of them, they awkwardly laugh slowly with him. "Did you guys believe the rumors?" A sigh of relief came over them. He smiled a warm smile and scooted two parts of food for them. 

"I heard you both got into a fight?" They nodded in response. He sighed, "Even if you both disagree fighting isn't the answer. Next time you need to communicate and work together-  If the pack doesn't work with each other, it could end up in ruins." Jabba's fatherly voice was stern but comforting. 

"Yes Sir."  One said, "It won't happen again." Two added.

"Now, take these snacks and run along young ones; Remember my teachings and pass them down." The two wolves grabbed their portions and crawled excitedly through the shrubbery. Jabba laughed to himself, "I love this job."

This is a poem I wrote, it's a sonnet about Swimming Guinea Pigs.

A guineapig swimming?

Who would have thought?

With laughter, I’m brimming.

Am I hallucinating? Probably not.

I thought pigs would fly,

Instead of swim,

By these are guineapigs, by, and by.

They’re different, like him.

Do you think he sails?

That would be quite a feat

To him dogs are whales

Now those I don’t want to meet

I think his mast would be a twig

Today I saw a swimming guineapig.

Here's another, it's not as good but at least I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It's called The Light

The Light

Tonight

Gleams bright

Don't fight

Let it

Come sit

Submit

Be lit

The sky

Up high

Don't shy

Just fly

To me

With glee

Don't flee

Be free

( If i were to win the brachy puppy i would probably sell it because i already have one, but you said you're fine with it so entering anyways. :D )

Pansmacked mojave!


A better view of the markings:

Here's a design entry for you! Thanks for holding this :D.

Heres my Design (Without Decor)

Thank you everyone for your entries! Just a reminder that this ends today!

Wolves born with mutations usually didn't survive long, as it proved fatal; a genetic error. This, of course, was the norm until one fateful Autumn night.

A she-wolf gave birth to a litter deep within the confines of her den, a litter of four, all still-born except one; a small, scrawny pup with a scrunched up face. Of course, this pup wouldn't last long, or so she thought. Leaving her den and the pup within, laying in a bed of straw and hay, the mother looked up and cried.

"Why? Why me? Oh why."

Why must my pups all die. What have I done to deserve this?"

The mother cried and cried all night to the stars, who twinkled unbeknownst to the wolves suffering. As she sat under the stars, she noticed that a shooting star zoomed past the blanket of white dots; a shooting star.

Although she didn't believe in magic, the grieving mother made one wish: that the pup with the scrunched face would live. The mother thought it was all in vain, and she belittled herself for thinking something as logically explained as a shooting star and expecting it to save her pups life.

The sun came up, and the sad mother went back into the den, to the pup with the scrunched up face. There it laid, alive, breathing--rather roughly, but still. Around its neck was a necklace with a glowing, yellow stone. Her wish had come true: the pup was saved.

Second ( and last ) entry!