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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 2:10 pm

rofl rofl
Loved it

Eep! Better work on mine! I didn't realise what the date was!

*scuttles off*

Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:33 am

CONTEST NUMBER TWO
Name Nikorasu-Kun
Quest link http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=3075165
Fairytale The Little Mermaid

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The Little Blue Tang, Sayuri, lived at the bottom of the sea, away and out of sight of land dwellers. Though, it wasn’t love before she longed to see what waited above the sea.

It wasn’t long before her curiosity got the better of her, and she ventured near an Island. There she encountered an unconscious Speedo clad male, Sabin, who unfortunately was yet to swim properly. She took him back to the shore line, where she left him until he was found.

Sayuri longed to see Sabin again, but such a thing had been rendered impossible, as Sabin was spending much time away from the beach and his not-so-suitable Speedo. So Sayuri visited the confusingly named Sea Witch Billy. Who gave her a potion that would give her legs, in return for this Sayuri promised to recover Billy’s stash.

Sabin was quite attracted to Sayuri, though she wasn’t mute, she did make very little sense. ButSabin promptly escaped Sayuri, as during the wedding night, she’d revealed she was under the impression human mating involved fingering being shoved into bodily orifices.

And poor Billy is still looking for his stash.

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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 8:46 am

CONTEST NUMBER TWO
Name: PykeDarkewoulfe
Quest link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=3878359
Fairytale: Sleeping Beauty (WIP)

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The Lockeheart kingdom held a prestigious lineage ruled by matriarchs. Never had a male ever ascended the throne or had been permitted to do so. Her Majesty, the exalted Queen Aubrey, led her people in a peaceful lifestyle. Aided by Chancellor Sabin, the Lockeheart kingdom remained in a state of homogenous prosperity.

However, all good things must come to an end. Five hundred years of peaceful domain came crashing upon the royal family in the blink of an eye. The heiress to the throne, Princess Colche, was a pebble on the scales of judgment, teetering the balance of fate pendulously between good and evil. The innocent princess was not herself evil, but those who sought to use her most certainly were.

The princess’ sixteenth birthday had become the anticipated social event and cause for jubilant celebration. Queen Aubrey was proud to see her daughter growing into a young woman and a strong ruler-to-be.

There were entertainers featured throughout the festivities, a variety of jugglers, firebreathers and sword-swallowers, and even an orchestra; though, none compared to the illustrious Timothy, the bard, who’d traveled days just to play his melodies for Princess Colche and Queen Aubrey. His repertoire of fantastic and awe-inspiring tales were sought by peasantry and noblemen alike.

The crowd hushed and the music died as he approached, lute in hand and his traveling companion, Avery, ever-ready at his side. They bowed respectfully to Their Majesties. “Thank you for having us, Your Majesties. We are privileged to play for you on this joyous day.”

Her Majesty smiled. “Arise noble bard, that you may play for my daughter on her celebration of life.”

“Queen Aubrey, Princess Colche, I am honored to share my melodies in your presence. Timothy slowly rose and strummed the strings of his instrument in the process. “Lords and ladies, on this special occasion, I shall play for your pleasure the Song of Legends.” Timothy slowly rose and strummed the strings of his instrument in the process.

In time of great peril, the world shook in fear. Their cries for a hero fell upon deaf ears.
Shadows engulfed the sun, their presence drawn near, evil most foul, that much clear.
Their power four-fold, claimed the world theirs. Sinister legacy declared them dark heirs.
Angel’s blood stained the ground red, the fiercest of warriors succumbed to dread.
Invincible nigh in strength they were, the world cried out in pain, stabbed by the burr.
The lands of our birth ravaged in lust, the quartet’s power increased in battle’s dust.
One man stepped forward from nowhere it seemed, holy aura of might gleamed.
Handsome and strong he vowed to fight, to destroy the evil ones by the break of twilight.
On wings of alabaster did he soar high, the demons’ lair floated an island in the sky.

The sweet, heavenly voice of the bard reverberated as an angel’s choir, enrapturing all who heard him. His performance had been cut off abruptly when a commotion outside the royal ballroom rose a ruckus. The sounds of clanging armor and the screams of the guards displeased Her Majesty, the queen.

Their uncivil retinue attacked without warning. The jubilations had been all but completed when bizarre humanoids with animalistic features brazenly asserted their presence. The doors shattered against the battering force of the dragon. His roar bellowed intimidation that marched towards the center of the ballroom.

They were led by a tentacled horror, a truly fearsome semblance of a man, if that were an accurate account. In his stead, an albino-furred woman with eight tails, who clung near his side with a sadistic smirk of unadulterated malice. They stood back as the true muscle did the grunt work: a ferocious striped feline with menacing tusks, a tiger to be precise, a red dragon that kept would-be heroes at bay, and what was obviously a slithering fright of a cobra.

“Th’ princ’ss ‘as a date wit’ a man in a cape.” The tentacled man announced with a sadistic smirk.

The tiger man leapt onto the royal table at which she, her mother, and the chancellor sat, gripping the girl in his meat-cleaver paws and quickly leaping back to their obvious leader.

“How DARE you brigands attack my kingdom! Desist this now and your deaths shall be swift.”

The dragon snorted, turning towards the queen, opening his jaws wide as he lunged at her. Her Majesty collapsed in a pool of her own blood as gasps of shock and horror filled the air. He licked the trickling blood away from his mouth when the clang of armor aroused his attention.

By the time he’d turned, the fist of Sir Rex had met full force with the jaw of the scaled beast. “Fight ME, you coward!”

The wyrm roared in pain, and with a flick of his tail, he tripped the knight and fell back with the others. There had no more time to dispatch of his heroic assailant. Vengeance could wait for a more opportune moment.

The abduction of the kingdom’s sole heiress was critical. Many had stood up to them and many more suffered casualties, including Queen Aubrey, who’s protest was met with the mauling force of their dragon. Her Majesty, left for dead, and the princess’ abduction successful, the brigands retreated.

Her Majesty’s fate hanging in the balance shed a dark cloud over the kingdom. Health fading, her life-threatening wounds were being cared for by the land’s priest, Father Stewart, who prayed for the future of their kingdom and their monarchs.

Such an outrage had not been taken without retaliation. Chancellor Sabin had assembled a rescue mission, the land’s bravest warriors: Paladin Knight Rex, Captain of the Guard, Ambrose, and Sir Gaius. Though, without the information supplied by the traveling bard, Timothy and his loyal companion Avery, they would never have known the brigands had taken residence in the Iron Mountains beyond the cursed Northern Woods. Not a soul would have believed that anyone would have been foolish enough to traverse the forbidden forest, nor have been mad enough to lay dominion in the hazardous mountains beyond. These were dangerous- if not insane- individuals they were forced to reckon with.

If fortunes carried on the ill-tides of fate, the invaders had hoped that Her Majesty would expire, leaving the kingdom for their plunder. Princess Colche had been locked away in little more than a cave sealed off with an iron door. There she was kept for days without food, as part of their plan.

The child’s sobbing echoed in the damp, dark cave prison as the man-bat approached with a basket. They were finally feeding her. No heroic rescue team could prevent the worst from happening after that. The door squeeled as it opened and light shone on the huddled princess.

“Today’s your lucky day.” He nearly spat with contempt. “You get to eat, though, if I had my way, I’d slit your throat and be done with the matter.”

The man-bat slid the basket across the floor and before the door had slammed shut, the princess had lunged for its contents ravenously. The peephole in the door slid open, Princess Colche unaware of the sinister smirk on her captor’s twisted face. The basket had contained an assortment of apples, each coursing with venom, to ensure that she would not expire from starvation, but moreso to ensure that she would fall into the deep, endless sleep for the darkness to consume her and inhabit her body.

It had only taken minutes for the venom to run its course.

The rescue party had been delayed in their noble quest. The forbidden forest remained forbidden for several reasons: 1) there were curses abound, sinister enchantments set in place to keep traveller’s out or to prevent them from ever leaving, 2) the forest was actually a sentient force, an agent of chaos that shifted its properties and its paths at a random whim, and 3) perhaps the most important reason to stray from the cursed Northern Woods, the forest was not only capable of changing itself, but it possessed the qualities to manipulate others forms as well, all physical, organic matter within its domain.

The campfire burned bright and hot to ward off predators and to illuminate their surroundings to discourage nighttime raids. The bard, Timothy, and his traveling companion, Avery, were on sentry duty.

“Did you hear that?” Avery jumped, spooked by the rustling of the leaves in the wind. A chill raced down his spine. He clung to Timothy. “I want to be out of this frightening place!” he whispered.

Timothy held his terrified friend, patting his back.

The moon shines bright
The forest bustles with fright
Do not despair as long as I am here
Timothy will ward off what you most fear
Save your tears, do not cry
Love will guide us to our destiny nigh
Bravery my friend, for the world needs heroes
Shed your worries in the darkest of night
Let your soul guide into the autumn’s light

Timothy’s song had indeed calmed Avery as they embraced and subsequently fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the course of the night, the fires burned to smoldering coals. The chill wind of the evil forest had seen that it had nearly extinguished. Avery’s leg twitched, more of a kicking motion as he slept, pawing his hand upon Timothy’s chest, soft whimpers eminating.

The moon shone brightly on through the canopy of leaves, as if the trees themselves were moving. The moon’s soft light touched them all, but it focused more intently on the slumbering captain of the guard. His sleep was filled with fits and fidgeting. A slightly feral snarl quietly escaped him. His lips curled back and his canines lengthened visibly. The knight’s rest had been disturbed by crawling itching across his body. Expanding muscle mass tore at the fabric of the garments normally worn under his armor.

The leaves accumulated on the ground shifted as movement slithered underneath. The bard and his companion fussed in their sleep as creeping vines wove their way between the cuddled duo.

The screams of the traveling troupe, roused Ambrose, snapping upright to bear witness to a most bizarre sight. Vines flailed wildly, at least the vines that had not already ensnared and dangled Timothy and Avery mid-air.

As he watched on as Rex and Gaius slashed their swords to ward off the demonic vines, Ambrose stood in awe as he could smell the forest like he hadn’t before. His mind had hazed over and his thoughts became more occupied with the scents assaulting his senses. A twinge of pain much like a pin’s p***k stabbed in his hands as he lifted them in horror. They had become more animalistic in design, that of a wolf’s.

Rex lost the grip of his sword as his hands trembled, claws bursting from the fingertips. Muscles spasmed and his balance failed. The paladin knight’s spine arched, growling in pain with the advent of a leonine tail.

The deep-chested howl startled both knights enabling the vines to knock them off their feet and disable their weapons from their users. They stared in utter horror at the drooling werewolf that glared upon them as prey.

“May God have mercy on your soul!” Rex exclaimed as he lunged for his sword, only to be bumrushed by the transformed knight.

Ambrose payed little attention to Gaius- for the moment. Rex stank of purity, the paladin’s holy aura seen as a threat to the forest’s evil, a threat- now- to Ambrose as well. The power had consumed him as a weapon to destroy his comrades-in-arms.

Gaius reclaimed his steel edge. Ambrose kept his back to him. He could put an end to the madness that enraptured his mind. Captain or not, the mission was not to deviate. It was the desperate pleas of Timothy and Avery that deferred his focus as the vines led drew them towards the jagged mouth of a menacing oak. Without them, they would never find their way!

“Hold true, my companion! Sir Gaius will not allow these vile manifestations to claim you this night!”

Heroically, the knight slashed through the vegetation to liberate the bard and Avery from their bonds with skillful swipes.

“Go on without me!” The paladin ordered “This taint shall not be allowed to live on in our ally!” Rex shouted as he dogged and attacked Ambrose who just as easily dodged and attacked. “Save the princess!”

Gaius was hesitant to leave his superior behind, but Avery’s tug at his arm led him away. Their escape was not a simple task as the forest prevented any clear path from appearing, thorny walls of briar erupting from the soil, separating the heroes in a hellish hedge maze.

Awful buzzing loomed over Gaius’ shoulder. The twinge of pain struck him in the arm, alerted to the stinger that protruded through his armor, burning its venom like liquid flame into his blood. His shoulder immediately felt stiff and difficult to manipulate its movement.

“Avery!!” the bard yelled for his lover.

Exotic, brightly-colored flowers surrounded him on the maze walls. Their scent was fragrant and sweet in a hypnotic nature. The spores they spewed enveloped Timothy in a cloud of pollen that he inhaled deep.

Timothy’s skin tightened and he gripped his chest. It burned. Breathing was difficult. His clothing strained and slowly tore at the seams with the expanding musculature of his body. The fur grew through the tears in his clothing, covering him in black and white as he fell to his knees, crying out in pain. The tail lengthened from his spine violently and quickly, blooming into its full plush size, as his face pushed forward in a short muzzle. Rounded ears wiggled in terror at the reality.

Avery had ran and kept running. The blond-haired, bi-eyed youth’s blind fear enabled him to leap through the thick briars that scraped and tore at his flesh, until the light of day was near. He could smell the fresh air beyond the forest’s edge. As such, he was the first to emerge frantically from the Northern Woods.

He’d come to a skidding halt, unconsciously resting on his haunches. Adrenaline had numbed the pain coursing in his body. The wafting scent of blood clung in the air as it trickled from Avery’s lacerations. He stared –stunned- panting like an animal at the demonic forest that had tried to consume him and quite possibly had done so to his friends.

“Timothy!!” he cried, tears streaming violently down his cheeks. “TIMOFREEE!!” his jaw lurched forward to effectively slur his speech in that moment. A gasp of shock exhaled sharply and his hands shot to his face. Avery fell over backwards when he saw the blood-dripping claws protruding from his hands.

Through the numbing sensation came burning, intense friction, and without a moment’s warning, his knees reversed in a digitgrade position. The resounding howl –yes howl- of pain was bloodcurdling. Avery’s spine arched as he desperately clawed the grass. The pain of his transforming body bled through and he grit his fangs as they grew into his elongating muzzle.

Avery had been distracted with the searing pain of change, yet, his ears twitched as they heard something coming near. He didn’t want to know what horror would be pursuing him and kept his eyes clenched. The thought of dieing without Timothy at his side caused his panic to triple, though he was far from dieing even if it did feel that way.

A ferocious roar ripped through the air as the paladin Rex lept through the air, shredding vines asunder. In either arm were Sir Gaius and Timothy.

“AVERY!!” he heard his name called, opening his eyes to see a frightening sight: a lion-man holding in his arms a horse-headed Gaius with a petrified arm where the stingers had punctured and in the other, the handsome, muscle-toned skunk-man crying out his lover’s name.

Avery screamed until it dawned upon him these were his allies and his soulmate. He fell onto his rear, yelping as the canine tail had grown in while his back had been arched.

Timothy ran to Avery’s side, lifting him close into his arms, embracing him tightly. The black-and-white furred paw of the skunk gently rubbed the back of the golden retriever’s head, resting it onto his shoulder. “Shhhhhh… it’s going to be alright…” he nuzzled the crying dog’s muzzle.

“W-what’s happening to us?” Avery whimpered.

“The forest.” Rex growled ferociously, though not with the intent to frighten his comrades. “It has changed our physical bodies with its unholy power in hopes to corrupt our minds as well. Much as it has claimed Ambrose..”

Claw-marked scars covered Rex’s chest, face, and arms, something they could see more clearly as he approached the huddled lovers. “We need to move out while we still have the cover of night.”

“Is she subdued?” Chancellor Sabin inquired of his tentacled subordinate, as they closed onto the princess’ cell.

“Aye, sir! The princess ‘as eaten th’ poisoned apples.”

“Excellent.” Sabin withdrew from his coat a vial of swirling liquids as William opened the iron door.

Lifting the princess’ head in his arm, he uncorked the vial with his other and poured the contents down her throat. “Prepare the young heiress for the ritual. She will see our cause is the only one now. The elixir will bend her mind to the side of the Master’s will.” A sadistic sneer of pure cruelty widened on the man’s face, as dark laughter bellowed.

Sabin looked over his shoulder, hefting the princess in his arms. Already the black spots were showing on her skin, dark lines drawing on her face from her eyes to her mouth.

“Be on the offensive, William. Assemble the others. The would-be heroes are more daunting than previously anticipated. Make sure they receive the full welcome while I persuade the princess to see our way.” William was met with an unnerving smirk that sent him to his duty.

Daylight had broken the night as the heroes approached Sabin’s lair. What an eerie sight it had been to behold the onyx citadel amongst the mountainous crags. The winds had picked up as their altitude rose. The footing had been treacherous, making the journey more difficult.

They were tired and sore, but Rex continually rallied them to continue on for the sake of queen and country.

Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 11:44 am

CONTEST NUMBER TWO
Name Bobbovski
Quest link http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=3202155
Fairytale Quester's quest (not based on any fairy tale, just something i've made up myself sweatdrop Its really silly fairy tale redface )

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Quester’s quest

Once upon a time there was a young man who lived in the internet village. He surfed his forums, e-mail his e-mails and chatted with his friends. He was happy, but somehow he felt something was missing. This feeling drove him almost crazy and one day he decided to find out what was missing. One day he decided to ask the all knowing oracle of the internet village; Googlietta. “Oh, all-knowing oracle, what is missing in my life?” He asked her. The oracle thought for a few moments. “Your search produced 2567 hits. Hit number one: Buy the book ‘what is missing in my life’ by R.T. Hood at amazon. Hit two…” The young man blinked. “Um… this doesn’t seem right” The oracle stopped and stared then sighed. “Fine… first go south until you reach the gangsta’ swamp, then walk through the cheetah’s realm and lastly you will reach…” The young man eagerly took notes but stopped as the oracle made a dramatic pause. When the oracle saw that she had the young man’s attention she said, with her darkest voice and most ominous voice “THE ISLAND” The youngster nodded, and looked down at his notebook again and scratched with his pen. “The… island…” he repeated. The oracle looked a bit hurt and annoyed that her dramatic presentation had passed seemingly unnoticed. “What’s on this island?” He asked. “A serum” The oracle answered with impatience in her voice. She started to disappear, probably to turn her attention elsewhere “What kind of serum?” He asked. She reappeared. “Just ask the doctor when you get there… Just go, ok?! stressed I’ve got like a million people asking me questions right now“ He nodded. The oracle’s emoticon showed that she had had enough of him. So he decided to leave.

He went south. It felt good, now he had a purpose. He was out on a quest, a quester on a quest. He hadn’t walked for long until he reached the so called Gansta’ swamp. What was so gansta’ about the swamp was beyond him. Laughter reached his ears, at a distance he saw two people, a white tigerman and what looked like a squid sat on two logs. Between them lay a smorgasbord of illegal substances on a rock. Both the tiger and the squid seemed to have used vast amounts of the substances. The squid looked at the quester with unsteady eyes. “’lo ther’ young fella, you lost or sumthin’?” The quester smiled nervously “No, I’m just passing through” The tiger seemed more interested in his own pawhands then of the quester. He held them out in front of his eyes and giggled. “Look a’ dis Billy, this is da shizzle, all the colors!” The squid didn’t seem to mind the tiger. “Passing through, eh?” He wobbled a bit. “Then you ‘ave to answer these questions three. Otherwise, Jamal ‘ere will eat ya” He made a tentacle gesture towards the tiger. The tiger continued to look at his pawhands. “Um… okay” Sweat started to break out from the questers’ forehead. Billy seemed to concentrate. “Question…” He seemed to try even harder to think. “Three. What is your… favourite colour?” The quester stared at the squid. He thought for a few seconds then answered “Um… blue… I think?” Billy seemed to be making another attempt to think somewhat clearly. “Ish dat ur final answr?” Billy asked, barely comprehensible. “um… yes?” The quester answered. “That’s probably correct” Billy seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes open and fell backwards. The quester stared at the pair. The tiger didn’t seem to notice him and the squid had passed out. He shrugged on continued down the road.

The landscape slowly but surely changed from being swampy to grassy plains and hills. At the horizon he could see towers, houses and a castle. All of the houses looked… cute and cuddly for some reason. He could smell pastries and chocolate in the air. As he walked on the cobblestone road he suddenly realised he didn’t know in which direction he should go to reach THE ISLAND. There where four different roads leading out of town. He had to ask someone. It was then he saw a sign which said “Open castle – Today 9 AM – 6 PM” That was perfect the quester thought, surely the ruler of this kingdom would know their own lands best? Probably better then anyone else? He eagerly walked up to the castle. It was large, white and very shiny. A pungent smell of chocolate emanated from within the shiny castle walls. He walked into the castle and looked in awe at all the gold and valuables inside. Suddenly he reached a large hall.

Here the smell of chocolate were stronger then ever. He had found the source of the smell. A small mountain of chocolate cakes towered in the middle of the room. At a table next to it, a cheetah woman dressed in a pink dress sat and ate a large chocolate cake with great delight. “Can I help you?” The quester almost jumped at the voice and turned around. A large giraffetaur stood behind him and looked down at him with eyes hidden behind glasses. “Um… I was wondering if I could ask…” He didn’t have time finish the sentence before the giraffetaur interrupted. ”I’m sorry, but her majesty is busy at the moment” He looked at the cheetah princess. But the princess looked from her chocolate cake and smiled. “Ish ok Joshua” Then she giggled.

The quester carefully approached the table. He got a bit nervous, all he could hear was the echo of his own steps. He stopped and the princess looked at her curiously. He looked up at the mountain of chocolate cakes. “So err… you really like chocolate cakes your… your highness?” The princess giggled again. Joshua walked up next to him. “Yes, when this kingdom was first created I suggested that our kingdom’s economy should be based on iron and gold extraction. That it should be based on a free market economy that would increase our kingdom’s profits and make our kingdom blossom. But her majesty insisted that our economy should be…” He paused for a second. “…Chocolate based” The cheetah princess smiled with her chocolate covered mouth. “People likes chocolate” She licked her lips. Joshua nodded “Yes, apparently the demand for chocolate was very high and our kingdom has since then dominated the chocolate market….” The quester nodded frenetically. This economy stuff was confusing but he didn’t want to look stupid. “So wat you want to ask?” Asked the cheetah princess. “You want some chocolate cake?” She offered a large piece to the quester. He shook his head. The smell of chocolate had already made him sick of chocolate. “Um.. no thank you your highne… your maje… your majesty, but I was just wondering which road you should take to get to the island?” The cheetah’s ears perked. “The island ish a scary place” she said. “Doctor Moreau lives there” Joshua added above him. “Who’s Doctor Moreau? Is he the one that hands out serums?” The quester asks nervously. Joshua nodded. “Yes… he’s the one… do you want a serum?” The quester nodded. “Very well. Take the road to the west. The island is not far”

Even if the quester was slightly discouraged by what they had told him about the island, he said good bye and took the road westwards. The air slowly turned tropical and humid, which was strange considering he was in a temperate climate zone. The landscaped turned into a jungle and the road turned into a jungle path. Suddenly he bumped into a sign which said; “Welcome to The Island of Doctor Moreau” He looked around. There was no water, no lake or sea. He could barely hear something that sounded like waves in a distance. The “island” must be a peninsula he thought. Doctor Moreau must have named it an island because “island” sounds cooler then “peninsula”. He continued to walk into the jungle until he reached a mountain. For a moment he thought he had to go around the mountain, until he noticed a door leading into it. He opened the doors by pressing a button. It was an plain and simple elevator. A quick survey of the elevator buttons revealed that he should press the top button to reach Doctor Moreau.

A “Bling” signalled the elevators arrival at the top floor. He stepped out in a large room, that had its walls filled with bookcases. There was a large window right in front of him, overlooking the jungle. From here he could even see the water. Between the quester and the elevator there was a large desk and behind it sat a red headed man. The man looked up. “Yes?” He sounded slightly annoyed. “Um… hi I wa…wanted a se…serum?” The quester stammered. The man stared at him and raised one of his eyebrows slightly. There was a moment of silence before the man got up on his feet. “Hmm… ok…well you can sit down on the chair while I see what I can do” The man gestured towards a chair that stood in front of the desk. The quester nodded and walked up to the chair while the man walked out of the room. The quester sat down and looked around. He could hear that a door closed behind him. He was alone in the room now. For a second he thought he could hear something hissing. Suddenly he felt tired, it had been a long trip and he really needed some sleep. His eyelids felt heavy and he decided to take a nap.

He opened his eyes. He was lay in a bed. He quickly sat up and blinked. Had it all been a dream? It must have been… The quester got up on his feet and decided to make some breakfast. Behind him wagged a tail happily.

The end

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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:20 pm

Wheee it's long XD

CONTEST NUMBER TWO
Name Sola84
Quest link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=4673001
Fairytale: Hansel and Gretel

Once upon a time Thom and Gaius were sitting in the canteen eating their meals and talking when Zack waltzed in looking smug with himself. Immediately becoming suspicious Thom glared at the dragon whom flared his frill in fear.
"Why do you look happy, Zack?" The snake-man hissed.
"Me? Why shouldn't I? Isss it a crime to be happy?" Zack cringed under the stares.
"When *you're* happy, something has to be up." Commented Gaius, an evil look sent his way.
The dragon twitched his tail, but couldn't hide his smirk. "Maybe sssomeone has got what wasss coming to them." He said in a sing song voice unable to hide his happiness any longer from his most hated foes.
Thom limped towards him which was rewarded with a shriek from the red lizard.
"Who?" Thom demanded, his tail flicking dangerously. The dragon eyed the serpent warily, taking a few steps backwards. "Maybe you could find them in the jungle. I may have left some breadcrumbs behind." He snickered then yelped and fled as his most hated foe lifted a crutch in his direction, narrowly avoiding being hit. "Unless you're CHICKEN!" The beast called from a safe distance.

Gaius fumed at the name calling, his young wings twitching. "We should help, knowing Zack they'd need it." The instinct to run to the rescue was strong in this lad. Thom folded his arms in annoyance. "It could be a trap." He muttered glaring after the disappearing mish mashed reptile. The horse shrugged. "Could be, but he seemed much too happy. I don't like it."
After a short while Thom agreed and they headed off in a slow pace towards the edge of the jungle.
"What do you suppose he meant by breadcrumbs?" Asked Gaius scanning the ground, his long neck sweeping back and forth. "I donno- look there!" His companion pointed to a trail of large breadcrumbs.
"This is starting to feel familiar."
"You've followed breadcrumbs before." The horse grinned as the snake rolled his eyes.
"Come on, if it is a trap, Zack will be so sorry he messed with us. Screw any punishment."

The jungle grew darker as they went deeper, following the messy trail of crumbs until the trail disappeared. Gaius frowned. "It's stopped." He looked around looking for who they were supposed to rescue.
"No, look." Thom hissed and pointed at some birds pecking the trail. "This is just great. Let's head back."
"Uh, or not." The horse looked worried. " The birds have eaten the rest of it too."
"Oh, just brilliant! We're lost!" The pair stood as the darkness crept in closer.
"They haven't caught, uh Anne yet.. have they...?" Suddenly the jungle seemed alot creepier, shadows darted from tree to tree.
"And a pair of cripples are easy pickings for a pysco wolf. I'm going to kill that red freak!" Thom ranted, smacking his crutch against a tree.
Gaius shivered. "We shouldn't stay here, c'mon, if we head the way we came we should be going the right way." Thom grunted in reply and lead the way, they hoped, back.

They moved in silence, Gaius' large ears rotated in every direction nervously, his eyes bugged while Thom fumed in front, occasionally muttering a curse or two. Suddenly Thom stopped dead causing the follower to knock into him, both barely kept their balance.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"Why did you stop suddenly?"
"Look." The snake pointed at an old runway in the middle of the jungle. "I wonder if there's a plane in the hanger." Feeling suddenly cheered up he limped as fast as his deformed legs could carry him.
"Wait up!" Called the winged horse, feeling the edge of his lips curling up. They could get away and save everybody!

Thom touched the large door of the hanger, the name written in what was probably once white read: GINGERBREAD FLIGHTS. The rest of the hanger was painted in a ginger brown colour and they could just make out the bright lollypops and candy canes painted on. Some dust fluttered down from the snake's touch onto the vines that clung to the peeling painted walls, his high went straight down. "It's locked." He muttered then hit the door hard with his fist.
"Maybe if we found a rock to smash it open?" Suggested his companion looking at the littered runway.
"I could open it for ya." A thick voice broke through the silence.
Gaius groaned immediately recongising the voice, but as he turned around to whip out a comment, he failed to realise (at first) who the ugly women was standing on the other side of the hanger. His words failed to leave his mouth amd mind went numb at the sight.
"What?" The women(!?) growled, its face twisted in a familiar scawl.
"F-Fr-Freddy?" The horse wasn't sure to roll over and laugh or try and get away before Zack shows his ugly mug too.
"Yeah? So? What ya-" He stopped trying to remember to stay calm (a feat in itself no doubt).
Thom pulled a face, that has got to be the most ugly female he had ever seen, he even bet the change made her look *prettier*. He winced at the guttural voice, edging on breaking back to a high pitch wail.
Freddy glowered, twisting his already ugly features more so. "So? You want me to open it or what?" His was having a hard time keeping calm with their searching looks and instinctively folded his arms over his large breasts, then flinching and let his arms hang limply at his sides, his fists tightly bunched.

Thom had to look away and gave a questionable look at Gaius as to how he knew her(?) who only shrugged and shook his head. You don't want to know, he mouthed, looking amused.
"Why would you want to open it for us?" The horse questioned suspiciously, it wasn't like Freddy to be nice, he doubt his change had put him in touch with his feminine side. At least mentally.
"Coz, there *is* a plane in there and I wanna come too. Just can't fly it." The she-male replied. Thom looked back at the hanger, gingerly keeping his eyes away from the cow. "Then open it!"

Freddy nodded with a satisfied smirk and took out a rusted key, and before anybody could ask him where he found it, opened the hanger door. Thom grinned and limped towards the opening door. "The good doctor is so gonna pay when we get out of here."
The horse flicked his tail nervously, were there cameras here? He waited to feel the buzz as he neared the entrance, still not trusting the transvestite cow, but he wanted to escape too, who wanted to stay and be changed into a women? Well, besides the obvious and Freddy didn't strike Gaius as *those* types.

Freddy looked as though he was finding out how to open the bigger doors to let the plane out as Thom and Gaius hobbled into the hanger. The gloom met their weak night vision until Thom searched for a light switch. Surprisenly it didn't work. "Great." He muttered, wondering if he should try and feel the plane to make sure the strange women was telling the truth.
"I don't think-" Gaius whinnied as he was cut off with a cackle that sent the hairs on the back of his long neck on end.
Both animal men spun around to be faced with the door being slammed in their faces and the cackle started up again.
"Ya fell for it!" Freddy crowed. "Lesse how long it'll be before they let ya out."
"You fat ugly COW!" Thom probably could've thought of a better insult, but this one seemed to suit just fine. He shoved at the doors with his shoulders, but his weak legs gave no strength to knock the old thing down.

"Now that's no way to speak to me!" The cow seemed hurt by the words which only egged Thom on.
"You STUPID b***h of a WHORE! You must've been born on the UGLY tree and HIT EVERY BRANCH ON THE WAY DOWN!" He was suddenly jerked away and looked down to see Gaius go onto all fours facing away from the creaking door and kicked with all his might.
"YEAH WELL-" The door splintered and with a second kick broke enough for Thom and Gaius to break out. Freddy gave an eager look, it was fun to lock them in, but even more so to beat the living crap out of them, well not so much that he'd get buzzed of course, but he was eager to have a rematch with Gaius especially.
"Well c'mon then!" He catcalled, squinting in the darkness as the sun finally went down into the sea.

Thom was ready but was held back by Gaius. "I don't hit girls." He stated simply. Freddy was furious! It wasn't *really* a girl! Tears started to creep into his baby blue eyes, that stung after all those horrible insults. "Yeah, well you better run back to your lesbian *girlf-* A punch knocked him down and smacked his head against a rock, knocking him out cold.

"Go Gaius." Thom commented calmly.
"Oh God! I didn't mean to! He- he-" In the dim light the horse paled, shocked of what he just did. "Is he-?" Oh God, he was a murderer and they were going to hunt him like they're hunting Anne!
"Nah, she- he- its fine, just out cold." Thom replied, crouching by the fallen figure that soft snores could be heard. "C'mon let's put Freddy in the hanger, it should keep him- it safe. I guess. We can't take her- him- it back with us."
Gaius nodded dumbly and with a lot of struggling and cursing they put him in the empty hanger.
"Now what? We're still lost." Gaius moaned, kicking the stone that knocked out Freddy. It hit another and it glowed softly.
"What the-?" Thom said spotting it. "Some sort of glow in the dark moss?"
"Where we are, it doesn't surprise me."
Thom picked the rock up and noticed another, then another and another. "It's a trail! I wonder if it'll lead us back to the village?"

The pair followed it, still looking around them nervously but also felt tired as the night drew on. Finally a light could be seen in the distance and sure enough they had made it back to the village. They sighed in relief. Zack noticed them and slunk back into the shadows, disappointed in their safe return and that his and Freddy's plan had failed.

"I wonder how long it'll take before they find him?" Gaius mused nursing his still sore fist.
"Don't care as long as I don't see another breadcrumb trail, gingerbread hangers and witches I'll be happy." Thom chucked in reply and made his way back down to the canteen. "I'm starved after all that, I could eat a horse." He received a thump from Gauis. "Or maybe just have some gingerbread." He laughed ducking the second playful swing.

And if they weren't living on the island being turned into animals, they'd all live happily ever after.

Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 2:13 pm

*pokes Pyke to finish his amazing story* blaugh

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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 5:20 pm

exclaim THIS HAS ENDED

I will read this in a minute, well sometime tonight annyway. Then decide how many prizes to award (gotta see how many people entered), how much, and then announce it here.

Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 6:45 pm

Oooooookay, Because there were so few entries and the entries were submitted the DAY of or the day before there will only be one grandprize awarded of 300k and that goes to:

PykeDarkewoulfe

Everyone else will be recieving a participation prize of 20k.

........Also unfortunately this will be the last contest I hold for a while. RL has been really making my online time limited and when I am online I'm focussing on my shop or trying to keep up with rps. But, starting in Januray I'll have even less time. Which means I'm also not accepting any type of requests and I'm considering closing this little thread of mine. But I might to do that just in case more time frees up. D:

In any case, I'll be sending ya'lls gold over now. ^ ^

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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:02 pm

*hugs* Thanks for the contest Filly! And sorry to hear you're gunna be super busy but life is like that. But yeah, thanks all around. And congrats Pyke! heart

Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:08 pm

Oh my god. o.o Thank you, Filly! *is in stunned shock*

This contest was so much fun. It got me writing something for all to enjoy. I'm glad others participated as well. smile

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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:06 am

Thanks allot for the contest Filly 3nodding And congrats to Pyke for winning the contest!

Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:24 am

Wow congrates Pyke! (as if I didn't expect you to win anyway ^^) and thanks for the contest Filly, pity you won't be able to get as much as you like, but tis life.

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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:20 am

Yeah, I guess that's what happens when you leave a contest open for so long, people aren't in a rush to enter and at the last minute remember about it. Thanks a lot though! heart

Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 11:44 am

I'm never on time for anything. So it's normal for me to post stuff late or the last day rolleyes (How I managed through college ok is a mystery to me lol )

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