RP Contest! Sept 10-25th

[Alardan]

Well, Sesshomaru and Daisuke have finally had eggs! But though each parent has their own, there is one sadly left behind.

Here are his parents:

He looks rather plain, but he's going to grow up to be a gorgious boy, just like his brother and sister. I would like for him to go someone who will RP him in the thread. xD You may reply to both prompts if you would like, but please put them in sperate posts.

Here's the link to the main shop: Alardan Main Shop

The rules are simple.

1. Please don't copy anyone elses promt.
2. Don't discourage anyone else from entering.
3. You may only enter once.
4. Please be nice to everyone on the thread.

RP Prompt 1

You have broken from your egg, to find yourself alone. The desert sun is high, and the sands are hot. There are no other Alardan in view, and only some rocky outcroppings that emerge from the sand around you. What do you do. Do you curl up and wait for someone to come? Do you look for something to eat, or even some shade? Be creative! Make it serious, or hilariously funny!

RP Prompt 2

Entertain me! I want a story involving dust fairies, moonflowers, desert fox kits, and a pair of maracas. I also want your personality to be unusual. I mean it has to be strange, it is the offspring of Daisuke and Sesshomaru.

Please post your entrance in this thread. Length is not an issue, but please let it be at least two paragraphs.
Please Post This along with your prompt

Name:
Egg Name:
Prompt Response:

 

[SkyDragono]

ninja  

[Rinial Sisterdragon]

Name: Rini
Egg Name: Kiske
Prompt Response: To Prompt 1

Stretching rather languidly, Kiske opened his eyes and peered at the world. He regretted that action instantly as the sun was very bright, stinging his eyes. He blinked several times wanting his eyes to adjust swiftly to whatever that bright thing was. Looking around he suddenly felt very small. The expanse before him was so large that his tiny existence would hardly be noticed and that scared him. Picking up part of his broken egg he hid his head and silently hoped that perhaps he would be found soon by those of his kind...

The thought struck him that perhaps he had been lost. Or perhaps he was the last of his kind. Scraping up a little courage, he peeked out from under the shell upon his head and saw a rather large turtle ambling along. Leaving the shell on his head as a hat, Kiske tried to stand, his legs wobbled beneath him, he was a newborn after all. Taking a shakey step after shakey step he found himself wobbling down towards the turtle. Suddenly his legs gave out from the stress and he fell, scraping his legs against the hard sand. He whimpered a little, then decided if his legs didn't work that well he would crawl.

Determined to make it to the turtle for some reason he scrambled down the slope. However his legs became bloody as he continued to scrape them against the ground. Stopping he grumbled at how much his legs hurt. this was just ridiculous. His wings twitched behind him, and he grinned.

Standing up again on his shakey legs he began to feverently flap his little wings, and he gained a little lift, about an inch off the ground. With glee he decided to try and fly down to the turtle.

Kiske being a youngling didn't know how much work it was to fly. His wings soon became tired and before he'd even traveled a yard he came crashing back down to the ground. He cried in frustration this was not fair, who had left him out here all by himself? He didn't know anything but something was very off and it was terribly upsetting for him. Sniffling, he watched the turtle walk by. He had wanted to get close to it, but he seemed too young to manage it on his own.

Tears streaming down his little face he didn't notice the young woman who came around the large rock face and almost tripped over him. He finally looked up to see a very concerned looking thing that he didn't recognize as one of his kind. Startled he hid his face under the eggshell that he'd left on his head.

The woman blinked at him, then made an upset sounding noise looking at his wounds. "Well, looks like you've gotten yourself into a mess little one." Gently, cautiously, she pushed the shell back from his face, "I'm not gonna eat you."

He squeaked at her not really undersanding what she said, but he was soothed a little by her voice. What is this strange creature that's so much bigger? He decided he'd have to wait and see what happened with this creature before he made any final judgements.

To be continued? (hehehehe...)  

[Nightwitch_Neko]

Username: Nightwitch_Neko
Eggy Name: Nekowutsit

Prompt Response: 1
(I tried to make it funny sweatdrop )

The first thing he saw when the cap of the eggshell came off was sand; a whole tumbling tumult of it. Spluttering and wriggling his way out of the now-sand-trap shell, Nekowutsit blinked and looked around at the scorched sand surrounding him, his eyes narrowing from the glare of the sun. Feeling his little wings begin to heat under the sun’s gaze, he took his first steps towards the small outcropping of rock that offered the only immediate shelter he could see.

Promptly to his front foot setting down in the sand the ground gave way into a tall dune separating him from the rocks. And sending him rolling head over heels down the loose hill of sand. Once he stopped, or rather, came to a rather unpleasant halt with his back legs kicking ungracefully in the air and his head buried, thunk, into the sand, he glared around to make sure no one had seen his little blunder.

A bird that practically blended in with the rocks at the top of the dune cocked its head to the side at him, wondering if there was any more entertainment to be had from the kit.

Sticking his nose in the air, trying to walk up the hill towards the rocks in a dignified manner, Nekowutsit began to strut calmly forward. The sand was somewhat slippery and he had to try again a few times before he made it to the top. He straightened himself out again with his nose tilting up as soon as he reached the top, his attempt at dignity sorely lost.

As soon as he was within the shadows he flopped down and panted heavily, hugging the cool rock and laying as close to it as he could.

The large gray bird, who had been watching the struggling kit with interest, poked his head under the rock, lightly tapping him on the head.
Nekowutsit looked up from his upside down sprawl and narrowed his eyes at the bird, quietly yet fiercely telling it to go away.

The bird let out a squawk and ducked away from the rock, flicking its tail feathers at the kit angrily before taking off in search of lighter amusement.

And Nekowutsit cooly enjoyed his somewhat regained diginity and snuggled into the rock, unaware of the bird doo that was laying in wait for later underneath the end of his tail.