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Name: Princess_Feylin
Palui Name: Coyote
Palui Gender: male
One word you would use to describe him/her: crafty

Brief desc of personality: Coyote is protective of the people he cares about. With anyone else he plays coy (making his nickname very appropriate) and tends to sidle beyond reach. His favorite past time is hiding things, the more frequently used, the better. This means that keys, hairbrushes, television remotes, and the like are not safe from him.

RP response: As a kit, Coy had been one for getting in trouble. He was always the one slipping away from his keepers, only to reappear later with some "treasure" he'd found during his time away. When he was given to a pair of humans, Max and Chuck, he found a fresh ground for his play and tricks. He learned how to chew shoelaces so that they looked fine until they were given a good tug, and then they'd come apart, ends frayed, and he learned how to squirm his way into the shop below the apartment, which always smelled tantalyzingly of food but was firmly off-limits.

To anyone who has never seen a restaurant kitchen, it must look the medical lab of an alien space ship, all polished surfaces, gleaming tools, and bubbling pots. To young Coyote it was surreal. The scent of so many foods being prepared all at once nearly overwhelmed his sensitive nose, and the sounds were so strange. Some of the shining pots hissed and others bubbled, and still others spat or gurgled. Timers in various locations ticked down to the zero hour, when the food was ready. The only thing which was remotely familiar was the sight of Max in the center of it all, somehow keeping track of everything at once. Except for the little palui that had snuck into this forbidden place. The sensory stimulus was enough to make Coy sit down in his tracks as he strove to make sense of what he saw.

It didn't take too long for the shock to wear off, and once it did Coy slunk around the edges of the room, studying everything and ducking out of view whenever it seemed Max might look down and notice him. He had long since mastered the trick of opening cabinets, and decided the best way to avoid notice was to stay hidden in the cabinets, where more objects that resembled the ones out and in use sat, waiting to be put to use, gleaming dully, even in the darkness. Weaving over and under and around the pots, pans, and other implements was more exciting than exploring the outdoors could ever have been. That was not the best part, though it was great fun.

The best part was when he discovered the cabinets which held cooking spices. He investigated each of the carefully sealed pouches with delicate sniffs, barely able to distinguish the individual scents from the permeating scent of dinners being prepared in the main kitchen. Many of these new scents were ones he recognized from the faint scents that clung to Max when he came back to the apartment, but some were utterly unfamiliar to him. One in particular both burned and tickled his nostrils as he inhaled it. It also had an unexpected side effect, making his sneeze loudly and with such force that he tumbled backward and out of the cabinet. Right onto Max's rubber-soled work shoes.

The human and the palui stared at each other for several seconds while Coy worried he would be picked up by the scruff of his neck and put into one of the giant sizzling pots. He was partially correct. Max picked him up by the scruff of his neck, but rather than making him into somebody's stew he tucked him into the pouf of his tall chef's hat and went back to his business. Neither of them mentioned it after that, and Coy didn't stay out of the kitchen, but stayed on the stool Max eventually set aside for visitors, both human and palui.

Name:- F A V U L O U S -
Palui Name:Shayne
Palui Gender:Female
One word you would use to describe him/her:Curious
Brief desc of personality:Shayne loved to explore. She couldn't stay home very long because she wanted to know as much as she could about everything. She had long since discovered everything to discover about her home, but the world outside was huge! Her curiosity always got the better of her and she would sometimes get lost and stay gone for days when on one of her little adventures. She loved meeting new Palui and humans, but tried to stay away from most humans. Her friendly nature and outgoing attitude made her very loveable and warm-hearted.
RP response:
Living in the forest, Shayne always had something to do. Her human owners were on a constant lookout for her to disappear, and she would too. At least once a week, she would disappear for a day or two at a time. She would be off exploring, getting into trouble, or something like that. She was so curious. Apparently she had never heard the phrase "curiousity killed the Palui."

One hot summer day she had been lounging around her owner's home, and decided that today was a day to go exploring. She didn't know where, but she knew she had to go. Her owner wasn't home, and so she didn't have to sneak out. The last time she had gotten into some big trouble. She hoped nothing like that would happen today.

Her human had built his home in the forest, surrounded by trees. She stepped out of the man-made compound and into the bright light and heat of the day. The sun was high in the sky, showing to be about mid-day. "Great," she thought, "I have plenty of time to go exploring before my human comes home, and before it gets dark." She paused for a moment to take in the surroundings and to decide where she wanted to go. She hadn't been down to the shore in a while. Maybe she could start there?

"The beach it is!" she thought to herself, as she trotted down the path that led to through the dense underbrush of the forest, to the open sandy beach along the shore. She walked at a brisk pace, taking in the surroundings. The forest floor was dark, with rays of sunshine filtering through the branches above to provide small pools of light in scattered places. The path she was walking was a little more lit than the rest of the forest. Many humans and Palui alike had walked this path, causing it to become well worn and free of most plants. It was mostly sand with a few rocks here and there.

Shayne had traveled this path many times before, but always finding something new to investigate along the way. Today, she saw some very colorful mushrooms growing along the side of the path. She approached one and sniffed it. It was pink with green polka dots, and smelled extremely sweet. So sweet, that it burned her nose a bit. She shook her head and wiggled her nose, trying to get rid of the sensation. She thought it might be tasty, but decided she would remember to take it home with her on her way back.

The path wound it's way through the forest, and it wasn't long til she could see the stretch of beach through the trees. She slowed her pace and walked out into the bright sunlight and hot sand. There was a warm breeze blowing, causing her fur to ruffle in the wind. The feeling was nice and she closed her eyes and lifted her head. She took in the smells wafting on the breeze. She smelled the salt from the sea and took in a deep breath. Looking around, it looked like she was alone. She saw some driftwood lying on the beach a few hundred yards away. A crab scurried along, getting too close to the water's edge, only to be washed back out to sea with the waves. The sky was bright blue, with only small puffy clouds dotting the horizon. It was a beautiful day.

She walked down to the water's edge and let the waves wash over her paws. She thought about going for a swim, but decided that later might be better. There were lots of seashells along the shoreline, and she turned one lightly colored one over with her paw. It was very pretty, not unlike many she had back home. She had a small collection that she had slowly gathered through the years. She noticed a very flat seashell, half covered in sand sticking out of the ground. She dug it out and examined it. It was a sand dollar. She didn't have any of those, and loved how it looked so different than all the other shells. She picked it up with her mouth and carried it over to a log lying on the beach. She left it there so she could take it home with her when she left.

She spent the rest of the afternoon walking along the shore. She found many shells and even a starfish. She wasn't quite sure what the starfish was, but found it very intriguing. She didn't take it with her though. She couldn't carry anymore.

Up ahead on the beach she could see what looked like a very large log at the water's edge. She approached it and sniffed at it. She could smell that humans had been here. She put her paws on the side of it and peeked over. The top and inside were cut away, leaving it hollow, with parts of it still in tact. She hopped onto the log and looked around inside. There were various human items inside. She had found a human's fishing boat. She stood up on one of the seats and looked out. There weren't any humans around to be seen though. She noticed there was a brown vine hanging from the boat. It seemed to be tied to be tied to an oddly shaped rock laying on the beach. She jumped out of the boat and went to the rock. She could still smell humans. There were prints in the sand that she had seen many times before. She knew those belonged to the humans as well. She followed the trail of the prints that led up the beach and further inland, toward the forest, but veered off to the right. She noticed they led behind a huge cluster of rocks. She cautiously peek around the edge and found a human lying there asleep, propped against the rocks. He had a hat covering his face, shielding it from the sun. Beside him was a basket and laying on the ground were the remnants of his lunch, which appeared to be the bones of something. She looked to make sure he couldn't see her and walked over to the basket. Something smelled delicious. She peeked over the edge of the basket and found the source of the aroma. There was a bowl of chicken. She eagerly sniffed at the food. She eyed the human carefully, making sure she wouldn't get caught, and quickly snatched a piece. She quickly ran around to the side of the rock, where she wouldn't be seen. The taste of the chicken was so good. She's never eaten chicken before. Usually she ate fruits and berries that her owner would give her, and sometimes some fish, but never anything like this. It was delicious! She devoured it quickly and wanted more. She snuck back around the edge of the rock, noting the human was still asleep. She crept by him and started to get another piece, when the human woke. "HEY! GET OUT OF THERE!" he yelled at her, waving his hat at her furiously. She quickly grabbed another piece and jumped back, away from the basket, and out of reach of the human.

The human was getting to his feet, and she backed away, with the chicken still in her mouth. He grabbed up the basket and shooed her with his hat. She wasn't very scared, but enough that she didn't want to get hit or her food taken. She turned and ran away from the human, who was now brushing the sand from his bottom and gathering his things. She could hear him laughing behind her. Apparently he wasn't too mad that she took his food. "Maybe he has a Palui of his own." she thought.

After running back to where she had left her shell, she stopped and caught her breath. She ate the chicken, and decided she should probably head back home. She picked up the shell in her mouth and found the path through the woods that lead back to her home. She passed the mushroom again, but decided to come back to it another time. When she got home, she stashed her shell with the others she had collected. She found her bed, which her human had made for her out of a basket and a pillow, and curled up to go to sleep. The sun was setting in the sky, and the light filtered through the window of the home. She soon drifted off to sleep, thinking about her adventures of the day.

Name:
Palui Name: Stulta
Palui Gender: Female
One word you would use to describe him/her: Lucky
Brief desc of personality: Some would say that Stulta's the clumsiest, unluckiest Palu alive. In truth, she's incredibly lucky. Very, very much so, for she constantly gets into scrapes that make her family wonder how she's still functioning. She's good-hearted and kind, true, but you really, really, really wouldn't want to trust her with anything important, as she'll probably eat it, lose it, break it, or some combination of the above.
RP response:
Stulta had been in the garden, digging like she wasn't supposed to, and now she was completely covered in dirt and mud. She knew she was in trouble- her owner hated a dirty Palui. Fortunately, they were typing at their computer, which meant that she could sneak into the house and clean up before they noticed. Tiptoeing past the computer room, she paid no attention to the mud she was tracking everywhere, lumpy little footprints that followed her wherever she went. She knew that her person didn't like messes, so she thought she'd better not just groom herself, but also give herself a bath. She was quite familiar with baths- they happened in that room with the white floor upstairs. There was a big tub filled with water, and there were bubbles that stung your eyes. You played around in the water and bubbles, and magically, you were clean. She wagged her tail, shaking mud all over the walls of the hallway as she reached the stairs. Bunching herself up, she bounded up them, sending the runner rug askew and scratching the wood floor beneath with her little claws. Most of the mud had either dried in her fur or flaked off by now- good thing, too, as she'd often heard about how difficult this floor was to clean. Better that the mud was on the carpet downstairs! The bathroom door at the top of the stairs had been left ajar by the last person to use it- she squeezed through the crack with no problem. However, she'd not forseen how TALL the bathtub walls were! Worried, she looked for something to climb. Aha! Next to the white chair thing was a flattish rope! She could climb up that and into the bathtub! The end was right within her reach, too, and she pulled on it. To her surprise, more of the rope unspooled. Confused, she continued to pull at the rope. It kept coming unspooled, faster and faster, until there was no more rope left on the brown tube it had been coiled around. The flat, papery substance was all over the bathroom floor, some of it even snaking out into the hall. Hmm. She'd have to try another way. Maybe she could jump it? Stulta backed up towards the hallway, then took a running jump. She almost made it; she slammed into the wall of the tub, her muddy belly smearing the side. She managed to hook the top with her paws, though, and held on despite how smooth and slippery the top of the tub was. She managed to wriggle herself up and perch on the edge, where she realized that her little adventure had been in vain. There was no water in the bathtub! As Stulta flattened her ears in despair, she looked around for something to get her clean. She couldn't be such a mess when her owner got done with whatever they were typing and paid attention to her! Fortunately, the white chair thing had a basin of water on it- just the thing! She'd never seen water in the chair thing before, as her person sat on it when she was getting a regular bath. "They musta left that out for me in case I got dirty when they weren't paying attention!" she squeaked, happy that her person cared so much about her cleanliness. And it was right within reach of the bathtub! She jumped for the porcelain seat, knocking over two bottles of shampoo in the process, and made the landing perfectly, right into the water. Plop! However, this wasn't bath water- this was cold! Stulta squeaked loudly in shock, but groomed the rest of the mud off of her body in the water. Once she was clean, she tried to get out of this chilly basin, but the walls were curved in, and she couldn't escape! Panicked, she began to squeak louder and splash water everywhere, hoping to attract attention...

The e-mail finished, Stulta's human called for her little Palu companion, but the furry animal was nowhere to be found. However, there were tracks all over the white carpet. Sighing and shaking her head, the human followed the tracks up to the stairs. Groaning, she set the rug straight, then ran up the stairs, attracted by squeaking and splashing from the bathroom. She rubbed her temples when she saw the bathroom. It was a mess. There was mud on the tub, and the entire roll of toilet paper had been undone. Shampoo was spilling in the bathtub... and where on earth was Stulta? The toilet was overflowin...... oh no. The human, knowing exactly what she'd see, crossed the pile of tissue to the toilet, where sure enough, water was being flung everywhere and squeaks were emitting loudly.

Stulta looked up at her owner, a sopping mess. "Paluuuu?" she squeaked piteously.

The human looked at her in shock. "... Stulta... I'm not going to ask why you did it or what was going through your little head... just... how on earth did you get in the toilet?"

^^ This contest is now closed~ *Goes off to deliberate* XD This is going to be a tough one.