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

The contest will close at RO and I will pick the winners when I wake up! If anyone wants to get more entries in you have about 2 hours!

Remember you can enter up to 2 times with a different type of creative work :)

Websteak, I edited my first post and made a wardrobe design instead. I was a little confused and thought you could enter twice with the same type of entry :'D

Thank you! I saw that you did your drawing before the deadline so I will accept your two entries :) However, the RNG roll picked #12062's design as the winner (the only other person to put in two entries!) so I'll send the pug and currency over right away. Congratulations!

I loved seeing everyone's art, designs, and stories. You all did a fantastic job and I really appreciate it!

And, just for fun, here is my story!

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Effloro cowered in the back of the den with her small pups, worried. Taking in a pregnant wanderer was a risk for the pack, one which the leader only assumed due to begging from his pack members and the promise that her pups would be useful and serve the pack well. But this...? This small, mutated thing, struggling to breathe and nurse...? How could he possibly chase prey, or wander to far-off lands? His sibling seemed all right, but was a small thing. She hoped they would earn the Alpha's approval, but she was not optimistic, especially from the muted whispers of his iron-toothed rule. What is a mother to do? She tried to enjoy this peaceful time with her pups, giving them each a lick on their head, and snuggling them against her. She cherished this moment, for she knew it would not last.

She was correct. Although she did not call him, as soon as he came back from defending the territory, Advesperascit stepped into the den. Blocking the light, his black fur seemed to absorb any remaining.

"What is this?" he growled. 

With pleading eyes, Effloro gazed up at him. She stifled a grimace when she noticed he had still not cleaned the blood of his enemies from his fur. Glancing downward submissively, she barely managed to whisper her answer. "They are my children."

"Of course they are," Advesperascit snapped, "but they will not be good hunters. Look at how they struggle. I have not seen such a deformed monstrosity before, but not even the normal one will amount to anything. Not here. We have housed and fed you for long enough. You have overstayed your welcome. Get out." He pointedly stepped away from the  mouth of the cave, eyes hard and sharp, not leaving hers, daring her to challenge him. This was for the good of the pack. Weakness cannot be tolerated. Only the strong survive, here.

Although she knew this would happen, his words still stung like a thousand hornets. She did not think he would banish her so soon! "But, sir," she pleaded, "they are not yet weaned, I-" 

"That is no concern of mine." he interrupted. "You can carry at least one child with you, as my mother did. I survived, because she was strong. That one has a chance. The other has none regardless of what you or I do."

Legs trembling, Effloro rose and attempted to place the small, snuffling newborn on her back. He rolled off with a wail and a whimper.

"Stop this fool's task," Advesperascit warned. "Leave him. I will ensure he does not suffer any longer than n-"

"Advesperascit!" A low growl cut through the still, choking air. A golden-yellow wolf, with lines on her face and a burnt brown rump, stalked towards him as fast and determinedly as her old legs could carry her. "Have some compassion." His eyes narrowed. She was the only wolf who dared challenge him. Despite her age, she could quite possibly rip his head off. He knew this. So did she. It was an uneasy truce. She couldn't deny he was a strong leader, and their pack flourished under his guidance. But he was too cruel and heartless towards those he deems worthless, and his definition of worth was progressively narrowing. 

Without another word, she boldly strode into the den and stood protectively over Effloro and her pups. "I know of a bear... who gives puppies a good home. I will take you there," she finished. She turned her eyes to Advesperascit, daring him to object. He did not. She gently picked up the pup and trotted out of the den, beckoning Effloro to follow. 

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"I am truly sorry," Lillemor consoled, "but even I cannot do much for your pup. The best thing we can do is make him comfortable, now." Effloro was dismayed, but she had to admit the bear was right. Although pups at this age napped all the time, this pup never seemed to get a good rest. He was always waking himself up, gasping for air, and snorting and snuffling at all hours of the day and night.

"This must be hard for you." the bear said. "I know of a sacred grove where he can rest." Glancing back at the throngs of puppies playing in the clearing, she turned into the forest.

After a short while, they arrived at a strange place. An odd structure, half-forest but half-foreign, lay across the ground. Trees had grown around it, logs toppled over it, and rocks had fallen on top of it. "The animals avoid this place," Lillemor admitted, "But I can assure you it is safe." Effloro laid her son down on the flat pieces of wood. Her companion nudged a bone towards his small paws.

"May this bring you comfort and joy, and thoughts of bounding through the fields after prey," she offered.

Lillemor brought a bouquet of iridescent feathers that she spread around him. "May this give you wings on your journey," she proclaimed as she tucked the final feather behind the pup's ear.

The two stepped back from the pup, and Effloro set his sibling down next to him and nuzzled them both. She placed bright yellow flowers - a symbol of hope - upon his head before laying down beside them. They fell asleep immediately. "Thank you," she said, although her gratitude was stronger than any words could convey. 

"You can stay here as long as you need," Lillemor soothed. "I have many pups to watch, but if you need anything at all, just call for me." They left the clearing in peace. Although the pup was still breathing, it seemed quieter than usual. 

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 It was night, now. It was no small task to sneak past Lillemor's enclave of pups without waking a single one, but Advesperascit did, somehow. His midnight-black coat and scent disguised as the forest undoubtedly helped. Carrying a sharp object in his mouth, he cautiously stepped toward the trio. They were still asleep. Silently, he approached them.

Slipping the owl talon necklace around the pup's small neck, the claws clinked at his paws, the string much too long. "To give you strength, little one," he whispered, as he disappeared into the night. 

Congrats to the winner, thank you for holding the contest Websteak!!
Loved seeing all the entries & the final story!

Congrats everyone!! ^^

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