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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:58 pm
 Click the above banner to get back to the main event thread. On the islands, Christmas is pretty but not exactly ideal. More often than not, its cool and rainy, cloudy and dreary. Its not perfect and its rarely white, but maybe its ideal for an outcast little earth chandra with a glowing red nose? In your response, think about how he'd grow up on a tropical island, and what would happen at Christmas to really make him shine! I don't have post length requirements, maximum or minimum, but if its short, it needs to have everything in it, and if its long, it needs to keep my attention through the whole thing. Start Date: December 5th End Date: December 24th @ 11:59pm Who: Everyone! Entries will be judged on creativity, entertainment value, and aderence to the rules! RulesOne entry per person! Please do not edit your entry once it has been submitted. No chatter in the entry thread, just entries. Do not put down any entries or participants. Gaia TOS appy, keep the stories Gaia friendly. Winner will win the Earth Elemental Chandra found above. Please use this posting format: [b]Username:[/b]
[b]Owner's name:[/b]
[b]Chandra name:[/b]
[b]Response:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 8:40 pm
Username: Lady Aria Starstone
Owner's name: Lady Aria Starstone
Chandra name: Rudolph
Response:
Rudolph stood, quietly, behind a tree, watching the other Chandra playing, his face sad, his tail down. It was Christmas, and, as usual, none of the other Chandra wanted him around. Bad enough they wouldn't play with him as kids... now they barely spoke to him. His ears droop, and he turns away, heading deeper into the woods. How could he ever make any friends, when they all saw him as a freak?
As he went, he didn't really notice the fog coming up... he never had, his 'headlight' as some of the others teased him about having made it easy for him to navigate. He sighed, and sat down, staring at the leaves on a tree. He lost himself, deep in thought, on what he could do. After some time, when it began to grow dark as well as being foggy, he sighed, and decided he could do nothing. He stood, and began to head back to the village. It was getting a little chilly, maybe he should go home. At least his parents still loved him, and let him stay with them... A bittersweet thing, that, since it was because he couldn't find a place of his own.
As he wandered back into the village, he heard upset wailing over by one of the houses. He walked towards it, and hides behind a snowman, listening and looking. He saw the female he used to have a crush on, and who'd been cruel beyond belief to him, crying to the mate she'd chosen, and had intentionally paraded in front of poor Rudolph. "Yaeger... Yaeger, Lissia is gone! She was out playing with her friends, and they all got distracted, making a snow chandra... They didn't see what happened! Oh Yaeger, what if some one stole her?" Yaeger was silent, for a long minute, then finally says "We can't find her in this fog, Jessa... We'll have to search in the morning, our lights just aren't strong enough. I don't like it... but we have to do it..." This caused Jessa to sob harder, and pull away. "We can't risk it! We have to find her!"
"You'll get lost in the fog too, then we'll have to rescue you both!"
"She's our DAUGHTER!"
"Yes, and if we get lost trying to find her, we can't do her ANY good!"
Through all of this, neighbors had inched out, to listen. No one said anything, though, or volunteered to help. Finally, Rudolph, unable to believe no one was volunteering... the child must be scared, all alone at night... steps forwards. "I know you don't like me, but I'll go look, Jessa... I don't want to think of a child, alone in the night and scared." He gave the other, so much 'better' then he, Chandra, a long look. "You all could try getting a search party together, rather then stand here, letting a child be lost, while I alone hunt." He turns, and heads towards the inner island, his head held high. He listened, as he went, keeping his eyes focused on the ground for any signs.
He knew Lissia, of course. She was spoiled rotten, the apple of her mother's eye. She looked like her mother had, at that age, only with Yaeger's eyes and hair color. Her mother was convinced she'd be the beauty of the village. She was a brat, she really was. But she didn't deserve to be lost in the woods at night. Se wasn't very old, she WOULD be scared, and she might get hurt. This wasn't acceptable, to him. He didn't care about how many times she'd called him tomato nose, he'd help her get home.
He hunted, for an hour, and more... He couldn't find a clue, then, all of a sudden, he saw a bit of pink cloth caught on a branch. He kneels, and studied it. It... was definitely from the dress he'd seen Lissia wearing earlier, as she'd run past with her friends. So, she'd come... Wait, what was that...? He lifted his head, listening. He'd heard... a sob! Some one was sobbing, nearby.
Standing again, Rudolph listens hard, then heads towards the sound, calling out "Hello...? Helloooooo?" He listens again, and hears "Ha... who's there? Don't hurt me!" in a scared, little girl's voice. Moving towards it, he says, quietly, as he comes around a tree to a small clearing, "I wont hurt you, Lissia... It's just Rudolph..." The girl was huddled against a tree at the far side of the clearing, and her dress was torn, by branches she'd passed. "How'd you get out here, Lissia?" He moves to kneel near her, and the little girl rubs her eyes, staring at him.
After a long moment, she sniffles out "I saw a bird... it was pretty... I chased it. I wanted to catch it, so I could bring it home, it looked hungry..." She wipes her face. "I finally lost track of it... and realized I didn't know where I was... I called for Momma and Pappa... but no one answered, and the fog came and I'm scared and..." She paused, then said, finally, confused, "How did YOU get here?"
Rudolph explained that her mother and father were worried, and he'd come to bring her home. She stares, then stands, and takes his hand. "Thank you, Red-N... I mean Rudolph." She paused, then says "Can we go?" Rudolph nods, and leads her home, having worked out the best way from the route he'd taken. By the time they got to the village, they were both exhausted, and glad to see it. Rudolph was in a fog of fatigue, and almost jumped when he heard sudden cheers, yells, and cries of "He found her! She's ok!" He looked up, to see Jessa and Yaeger charging him, and he stepped back, startled, then realized they were scooping their daughter up, crying and lecturing her on not doing that again.
Rudolph smiles, watching, then starts to slide away, not wanting to be mocked, when Jessa lets Yaeger hold Lissia, and walks over to him. Rudolph freezes, his face blank, scared, some, inside, that he'd be mocked by her in front of everyone. Jessa, however, stared up at him, then, suddenly, she begins to cry. "I'm s...sorry, Rudolph. I'm sorry I ever made fun of you, I'm sorry I was cruel... You're a good person, and I didn't deserve you doing this. If you'd chosen to ignore us, I'd have understood... But you found our daughter. I owe you everything... Thank you..." Rudolph smiles, and starts to reply, then jumps as the entire village erupts with cheers. "RUDOLPH! RUDOLPH!" He stares around, at all the faces, seeing many with shame in their eyes, and he beams. "Of course... I forgive you. Friends, right?"
And that's how Rudolph earned his friends, and became a hero to his village.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 5:53 pm
Username: Magical Werefox
Owner's name: Magical Werefox
Chandra name: Rudolph
Response:
“Hark the Herald Angels sing, glory to the new born king,” the strained strains of the well known Christmas carol died away. Rudolph was pleased that he had been included this year, usually he was left out of group activities such as this one.
“We don’t want any of that sort of thing!” a confused man shepherded his kids away, shaking his head angrily “and on Christmas too!.” The other carollers turned angrily to Rudolph,
“Rudolph I don’t think we can have you in our group anymore, the light from your nose is giving off… the wrong impression..” The carollers turned away from Rudolph and had one last conference, “we’ll just have to leave him behind somehow” they whispered to each other. After a long conference, they allowed Rudolph to participate in one last carol, they were going to pay their respects at the graveyard.
In the graveyard, a soft telltale “silent night” floated along the breeze, sadly destroying the previously silent night.
“Oh no! carollers, pretend you’re not in!” there was a flurry as reanimated corpses rushed back to their own graves, and sometimes in desperation not their own graves. There was a chorus of “quit shoving …”, “that’s not my knee you’re holding there…” and “go find your own grave!” but at last everything was … well, as still as the grave. The solum carollers walked slowly and meaningfully through the graveyard, singing without cease. If they had listened carefully they might have heard angry groans coming from the ground below their feet. They reached a large hill that was at the centre of the graveyard, and finished their song.
“Hey, ah, Rudolph… could you stay here while we get… um… sandwiches? Yeah sandwiches” Rudolph grinned at them happily,
“Sure thing guys, and hey, thanks again for letting me go carolling this year.” His nose glowed even brighter, lighting up the graveyard like a giant glowing nose. Nervous, and mildly guilty, the other Chandra hurried away down the path, leaving Rudolph sitting expectantly on a gravestone. The night wore on, and Rudolph’s nose dimmed in disappointment. Suddenly on the edge of hearing he could make out old and angry voices…
“Damn carollers! … Disturbing our peace and quiet!” a rotting fist popped out of the earth and shook itself angrily. “How dare they! I say we get up and kill them all before they can come back and ruin our Christmas again!” There was a general mutter of agreement from all around, “and trample on our graves! – makes me all shivery when someone walks over my grave…” more agreement. The earth suddenly started to break open, with the reanimated corpses of the undead zombies rising to walk the earth, to get rid of those pesky carollers once and for all. “Now… which way do we go?” the zombies looked around, confused. In the dim light it was almost impossible to tell which way was up or down, let alone how to get out of the graveyard onto the path of destruction and death (which is one way and very difficult to turn on to). Rudolph looked around in an innocent wide eyed amazement,
“Wow! Are you zombies!?” Suddenly all eyes were on the foolish Chandra.
“Whatsh it to ya?” said a particularly toothless zombie nearby.
“well … mr … um … zombie, I was out carolling”
“AHHH A CARROLER!!!” the zombies readied themselves to advance angrily, but Rudolph took no notice,
“but then they left me behind.” He hung his head and his nose dimmed. The zombies paused,
“not a caroller?” one particularly bright zombie(he was standing close to the nose) suddenly realised that the solution to their problems… well, it lay right under their noses. “shay… watsh your name?”
“Rudolph, mr zombie,”
“well Rudolph… thatsh funny akshuly, we already got an Adolph in here, HAIL!” a particularly German looking zombie smiled affably and waved, “Anywaysh, we were all wonderin ifyou could lead ush to town… you shee, wejusht want to give the kidsh shome giftsh” the zombie smiled gummily. Rudolph looked at them in amazement,
“Really? I could help you give gifts? Oh that would be wonderful! I love little children!”
“yesh.. all you haff to do ish guide the way with your magnifishent noshe.” It took Rudolph a minute and a half to work out what had been said, but once he realised, he was happy to comply. So, with Rudolph leading the way, the zombie army set forth, with gifts of death in mind.
Passing a small pocket of wandering humans, who were spreading Christmas cheer, the zombies leapt upon them and sucked their brains out through their eyeballs. Rudolph was a tad confused.
“Hey chums, I thought we were giving gifts, not eating brains? Are you really going to give gifts to the kids, or are you going to eat them?” the zombies, who weren’t much smarter than Rudolph, looked at each other in confusion they had forgotten they were supposed to be giving gifts to the children,
“No, we’re going to eat them… I spose we could give them gifts first? No just eat I think” Rudolph smiled again,
“oh, that’s ok then.” It wasn’t until a mile or two down the road that the words sunk in. “EAT THEM!?” he cried. But that was ok, because he didn’t actually know the way back anyway. He had led the zombies to a roller disco, and far from eating children, the zombies found great pleasure in skating around to ‘foot loose’. They were so pleased, that they forgot all about eating children, and had a really good time. Luckily a passing journalist was there to document the sensational undead activity. Imagine how surprised the carollers were the next morning when they saw Rudolph on the front cover! He was a huge hit for saving the children, saving Christmas from a zombie invasion. He is possibly still at the roller disco, not knowing the way home. THE END.
Loosely Based on a true story.
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