Rules: 1. These are all free. 2. Do not use mule accounts. 3. Do not discourage anyone from entering. 4. You can only win one character from this. I will pick the winners from the story contest first and then move to the raffle.
Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 10:32 am
These two Ma’ome have a story to tell. Is it a story about their homeland, about their past, something completely made up or a grand adventure (maybe a little bit from each?) It is up for you to decide! To enter, fill out the form. At the end of the contest I will pick my favorite entries. You can enter for both, but you can only win one.
Have an edited character you would like? Here is your chance for a custom edited dweller! Use the form below to enter.
This will be done raffle style. There will be at least one winner rolled, maybe more depending on how many people enter and my availability.
When entering, please include refs for the items you would like for the edits, this will greatly help me out. These will be adults only.
[size=18][color=darkred][b]✧ I have a different tale ✧[/b][/color][/size] [b]Name:[/b] if applicable [b]Owner:[/b] [b]Species:[/b] Ma'ome, Ma'duwi, Wahga, Koga'sikwa, Saloli'tsula, Koli'tsistu, Inadu'daksi [b]Edits:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Description:[/b] [b]Reference Image(s), if applicable:[/b]
Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2025 4:30 pm
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Chayse Owner:Moxxiie Species: Ma'ome Edits: Hair - similar to this or this Accessories - I'd like at least 1 studded bracelet on front leg, spiked choker, and one or two silver hoop earrings (left ear). Tail - Edited on the end to have more fluff like this Gender:Female Description: Pink tiger with edited hair and tail. Stripes don't have to be exactly as references but similar style. Reference Image(s), if applicable:cert
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2025 10:51 pm
Ref 2✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Khryseis Owner: irishgirl1017 Species: Ma'ome Edits: Necklace, Earring, Ribbons on both front bottom legs, small stone in forehead like from a headnecklace but it's not. Gender: Female Description: Golden Yellow with White spot on lower back with gold spots and black legs with back two having white legs. Hair is white/grey/black and she is adorned with jewelry and golden ribbons on both front lower legs. Reference Image(s):Ref 1Ref 2Ref 3Ref 4Ref 1 uncertRef 2 uncertRef 3 uncertRef 4 uncert
Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2025 1:00 pm
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Khalima Owner: Nefarious Muse Species: Ma'ome Edits: she wears a green somewhat see through shawl with a silvery clasp bearing an emerald in the middle and a silvery dual anklet set that match the ties on her shawl. Gender: Female Description: She looks like a clouded leopard, all those classic colors and patterns Reference Image(s), if applicable:
✧ Our story begins... ✧ Entering for: Right Username: Nefarious Muse Name: Sakaar Darkwalker Their Story:
The wind swept high on the mountain tops of the Misty Mountains, Spring's snow-melt had filled the river and winters cold grip was giving way to the life of spring in the Pine Forrest below. It was here, in the deeply needle-bound lands of the Pine Forest where their story began. To hear Sakaar (dark one) tell it, the tale would be filled with strange mysteries with the way he cryptically and crazily speaks but for a clearer version, one would have to ask Sir Arrate (tan one) being the more factual one. It began with a dream, an odd dream given to Arrate by "that which is unseen" according to Sakaar.
Arrate Gildedtide stood upon a green hill, overlooking the border between the East Grasslands and the Pine Forest. The sky was spiraled with thick and ominous gray clouds that overhung the East Grasslands that moved like emerald water, the winds that blew ruffled Arrate's golden tan fur and brown locks. Suddenly the air grew thick and a bolt of black coiled lightning screamed from the cloud line and struck just within the Pine Forest, leaving a rigid thunder that made Arrate fold his pierced ears back. There was no fire, no crashing of a tree but ravens flurried up from the Pines in a countless number, rattling out a beckoning. No words came from them and their oily silhouettes but the sheer feeling of being called to the Pine Forest gripped Arrate.
He awoke from his sleep, at was a dream? It felt so very real to him and he still had the strong sense of beckoning within him... That black lightning, the ravens... What could it all mean? He stood up on his wide paws, alone as usual. He lived alone in The East Grasslands and it was where he was born though he barely remembers his parents these days, funny how time does that. He stretched and adjusted his Amethyst bearing adornments and left to go find water, but as his morning progressed he could not shake the feeling of the calling, the emotions of that dream. As the Pine Forest came into view, he found himself giving in to the deep urge and took off towards the Pine Forest, completely forgetting about his thirst. He had to go see, He had to know.
During the night Sakaar sat in meditation on his favored grey smooth stone, cradled in the evergreen luster of the Pine Forest. Sakaar had lived and operated alone for almost his whole life so far and was usually too strange for other dwellers to stick around for long. He knew the ways of medicine, dark arts and rituals and always lent an ear or an eye to "What was unseen". Sakaar was also known to be a bit loony or eccentric to other dwellers, but there was a deep loneliness in his strange heart. He was in deep mediation tonight, seeking his path and his purpose. There must be more he was meant for in this mysterious land. During his meditation Sakaar was given a vision. In his vision he was drifting weightlessly above the Pine Forest, overlooking the East Grasslands, swirling dark clouds hung over his skull-wearing head and ravens flew about him in silence. The wind was blustery but didn't seem to change where he was floating, just stirred his dark and yet pale spiraled fur. This vision was so real feeling he could even feel the garnet on his collar swaying in the breeze. Just then the chilled air warmed and a shaft of golden light pierced through the clouds and shone on a spot just within the Pine forest, It glinted with soft golden shimmers and he finally felt a sense of purpose. A calling without words but a tugging within Sakaar's chest like a shimmering golden cord, drew every sense in that direction, to where the light lit the Pine forest.
It felt like it was so fast, but Sakaar opened his indigo eyes and it was already morning. Thin rays of light hung between the pines and made the ground resemble a tiger's pelt. He was not born here in the Pine Forest and he honestly doesn't remember where he was born, the curse of a lunatic. He mumbled to himself "That which is unseen has strange ways" as he stood from his sitting, stretching and adjusting his body. He could still feel the call to purpose and felt that the answer to his path lay just within the Pine forest. Beofre he knew it, Sakkaar was walking, following his dark front paws in the direction he had in his vision. Sakaar spoke to himself, which he did quite often "I follow the beacon of light, to what I do not know.. But there is change in the air. Change for me, change for the future." The fallen pine needles shifted in slick and familiar ways under his paws and as the morning went on, not even hunger or thirst would change his mind. Picking up speed he found himself taking off through the Pine Forest, little did he know that Arrate was running to the same place, from a different direction at the same time.
In a small clearing, where a dead ancient pine stood is where both paths met. Sakaar and Arrate came bounding into the clearing from opposed directions and immediately saw one another. Both sliding to a stop in the cool spring-dampened clearing, mere feet from one another. Sakaar's spiraled patterns and dark to light contrast reminded Arrate of the clouds and the black lightning in his dream! Arrate's golden fur and presence of good and light reminded Sakaar of the shaft of light that pierced the dark clouds and it was here where it shown. They both knew that the Ma'ome that stood before one another was what they were looking for, but why? Neither of them could say. Even Sakaar in all his dabbling with visions and "The unseen" did not yet know what lay before them, if they were friend or foe. Arrate felt the darkness that lived in Sakaar but somehow knew that this Ma'ome was tied to his future somehow. Would they battle? Would they walk by one another's side? A twisted Shaman and a Princely loner? As they stood staring at one another and sorting their feelings, they both felt drawn to each other. Sakaar spoke first.. "You... You are the golden light from my vision! Shining brightly in the dark." Arrate perked his soft gold ears forward, a golden light in a vision? This gave Arrate chills that made his tail floofy a bit, never had he experienced anything like this. Arrate responded, his voice naturally calm and yet slightly authoritative. "You are the black lightning from my dream.. But what does this mean? If you are a seeker of visions, surely you must know." Sakaar then sat on his haunches and smiled a slightly unhinged grin under his skull, responding in a way that made Arrate just pause and blink, his tone much more light hearted than expected. "Oh! I don't know. But here the lightning and the light meet none the less. I am Sakaar Darkwalker. Do you like my last name? I made it myself!" Arrate was somewhat confused but it made him smile, This Ma'ome wasn't completely right in the head but it didn't scare him. He relaxed some and spoke back, a chuckle in his words " Heh, okay Darkwalker, I think it is fitting. I am Arrate Gildedtide.. annd... yeah I made mine up too." Sakaar grinned in a strange approval "I like it! Well... What now?" Arrate shook his head for he didn't know why they were sent to one another nor what their future held. One thing was for certain, he was very thirsty. "Well, now we go find something to drink." Sakaar stood and nodded in an eager way of agreeing " Yes let us find water! I know where!" Away they went, deeper into the Pine Forest to drink, fill their empty bellies and speak of the future.
That is the story of their meeting, but the tale of the future is still being written. As they still walk by one another's side to this day, Sakaar guides Arrate toward a hidden and mysterious end... An end that neither of them can foresee but they get the feeling that it will be a grand one, Providing Sakaar doesn't get them into trouble. Will Arrate become a Colony leader? Will Sakaar stay by his side as his friend? His mate? Or will they eventually become one another's greatest adversaries? Who can really tell what "the unseen" has in store for these two Ma'ome who's fates are tied to one another.
Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2025 12:54 pm
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Reba Owner: White Neko Chan Species: Ma'ome Edits: I would like for her to have the silver choker that she is wearing. Her eyes glow. The unicorn horn is ideal but it is up to the colorist. Gender: Female Description: She is a snow leopard/clouded leopard mix. She has the color of a winter coat snow leopard but the markings of a clouded leopard. Reference Image(s), if applicable:Ref 1Ref 2
✧ Our story begins... ✧ Entering for: Left Username: Juliette06 Name: Emyr Their Story:
Emyr is a lost prince. He was the last cub born of a pride that was dying; their food was sparse and water was scarcer. His siblings were dead nearly at birth, and it was with her last bit of strength that his mother carried him out of the pride's lands and into the wilderness. He stayed with her until her body became cold, and then he wandered into the world on his own.
In spite of this less than kingly upbringing, Emyr grew into a graceful, gracious, and good-tempered adult. His rough edges are mostly kept firmly in the past, but he'll speak about his journey if asked. Now that he's not fighting for his very survival, having settled down somewhat, he's fairly easy-going, though when cornered, the survival skills that kept him alive may come out by way of a short temper and sharper claws.
Now that he's older, Emyr has lofty goals - namely, returning to his ancestral lands to reclaim the territory that by bloodline right should be his. But he knows he can't do it alone; as such, everyone he meets is a potential ally to be persuaded to his side, to help chase out whatever darkness has overtaken the land, and help rebuild a forgotten pride.
Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2025 7:04 pm
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: TBD Owner: VinceShambles Species: Ma'duwi Edits: spiky blue hair, tight fitted black dress shirt with two heart stamps, golden arm bangles/bracket/neck piece, the custom pet has floating magical cards but that is cc, as well as with rest of edits - whatever fits nature of the misty dwellers - I haven't quite seen anyone wearing clothes per say. Gender: Male Description: my original references for this pet are based off Hisoka from HXH, a clown/jester like character (I'll attach in references). for the custom pet, there's a green eyedrop under red colored eye. purple swirls on tails to signify Hisoka's sticky rubber gum powers. I love the blue used in custom pet reference. Reference Image(s), if applicable:custom pet inspohisokahisoka ref 2
✧ Our story begins... ✧ Entering for: Right Username: VinceShambles Name: Sazha Bloodfall Their Story: Sazha is a performer at heart. In his pack, he contributes to the welfare of the other dwellers by providing entertainment. He dons a bird-like shaman mask, and a jeweled red necklace, and begins to jump around in a harrowing dance. His stage name "Bloodfall" is donned because while he performs his depressing dance, he has a conflicting smile on his face, as if he's enjoying every moment of his performance. His interpretive dancing allows the other dwellers to think about something that is often not spoken of, Death, how it comes to claim all that lives, but how their lives are still beautiful and worthy despite that. At night after his show, he takes off his mask, and becomes just "Sazha", a Ma'ome with a desire to give a show and to deliver a message with his art.
Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2025 7:02 pm
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Star Galaxy Owner: o-Elixir-o Species: Ma'ome Edits: Glowy Eyes, Hair close to reference with accessories, Golden Earring, Golden Nose Ring, Scarf, Necklace and glow effects. You can ignore the horn or if you want to add it as an accessory that is fine. Gender: Male Description:Galaxy Color Reference Image(s), if applicable:Uncert, Cert, and Artwork
✧ I have a different tale ✧ Name: Limerence Owner: AstoriaFallen Species: Ma'ome Edits: cc Gender: Male Description: Reference Image(s), if applicable:
Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2025 8:03 pm
✧ Our story begins... ✧ Entering for: Left Username: NymiiNym Name: Gabriel Their Story:
His father was not a kind man — Gabriel bore the evidence beneath thick, golden fur, scars scattered across his body, reminders of the times his father’s rage had outlasted his facade. Among their people, his father was stoic and a fearless king; inside the family cave, he was cruel and demanding, ruled by an unrestrained white hot fury.
Gabriel had always known of the blackness in his father’s chest, where a heart should have been. His mother would lap at his wounds with soft, soothing hums, while the servants bowed their heads and cleaned the mess left in the wake.
"He’s not a bad man," his mother would whisper. "Just stressed. It isn’t easy being king."
As the years passed, and new scars blossomed, Gabriel trained. He watched his father descend further into madness. The facade cracked, revealing a ruler who governed with iron claws and bared teeth. Those who wronged him, or simply displeased him, were exalted or executed, and no soul dared challenge the throne.
Until the day Gabriel— now grown —did.
The duel was violent and unforgiving; claws against claws, teeth aimed for throats, fierce roars echoing the battledome walls. Both knew only one would walk away. Gravely injured and losing the battle of strength, Gabriel seized the one mistake his father made: a weak step, a stumble, and the king fell, teeth meeting his jugular.
His death was swift — kinder than Gabriel had intended.
He stood victorious, yet refused the throne. He had never wanted to rule; his goal had been to prove a point: true power could exist alongside honor and justice. He handed the crown to his mother and took his father’s fallen jewelry, a reminder to remain true to his integrity.
Gabriel left his home, saying goodbye to a weeping mother and the land of his birth: a place where he had never truly felt at home. Wherever he roamed, the weight of the metal jewelry against his fur would guide him along a path opposite of his father’s, a path truly his.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2025 8:27 pm
✧ Our story begins... ✧ Entering for: Right Username: NymiiNym Name: Merchant Their Story:
He was but just a traveling merchant, without family, without friends — only him and the trinkets rustling on his back, waiting for new paws to take them home in exchange for coin or trade. He hadn’t wanted much; hadn’t desired anyone to call his own, or a community to rest his paws. The wandering life was home, offering a quiet certainty: no matter where he went, or who he met, he would always find the road again. His journey would never end, as long as the path stretched under his paws.
It was a lonely life, but a good one, and he never wanted more.
Life was measured in pawsteps and the bustle of trade, a blurred cycle of time and seasons passing, until one day— one ordinary, normal day —the road felt wrong.
The feeling was small at first. His spine prickled, his ears flicked; the air smelled stale. Then came the sensation of eyes on his back, a ripple crawling up his fur. The wind died, leaving a stillness that tingled in his paws. Shadows twisted, lengthening into shapes that shouldn’t— couldn’t —exist., and eyes blinked in and out of focus from the darkest parts of the forest. Whispers echoed through the leaves, hollow and eerie, beckoning.
He ran. Every path twisted back to where he’d just stood, every tree seemed to lean closer, branches forming claws ready to snatch. Fear, sharp and unfamiliar, burned in his chest as he looked up and found the stars gone from the night sky.
He ran, and ran, and ran; until a path unwound from the tormenting loop, leading him to a ruined outpost. Among the rubble, he spotted it: a crow mask, freshly painted— or was it blood? —set deliberately atop a fallen post. Something compelled him, urging him to take it, to save it. He picked it up and pressed it to his face with shaking paws, his breath trembling under the curved, black beak.
With an inaudible snap, the world returned — the stars reappeared, the trees lost their claws, the whispers fell silent. The terror that had gripped his heart eased into an unsettled rhythm as the safety of silence enveloped Merchant.
Ever since, the mask has remained firmly on his face, removed only briefly to adjust or untangle from foliage. No one has seen the entirety of his face in years, and he is content that way. The mask is both a treasure and a lifeline.
Sometimes, when alone on the road under an empty sky, he hears faint whispers, calling him to remove it and return back to them. On those nights, he tightens the strings, careful that nothing drags him back to the place he never speaks of.