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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 8:23 pm
Interested in learning more about this shop? Click the above banner to be directed to the main thread. :3
A quaint little candy store that is home to a peculiar species of wolf-like critters called Mallows. Small and furry at 6 inches in height, the derivation of Mallows is unclear, whether a cooking disaster or some uncanny happening in evolution took place to bring about these flavored, domesticated animals. Interested in obtaining one of these confectionary pets? Well come in and take a look at what we have to offer~
Also check out our Doodle Contest! <3
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 8:43 pm
 1. )) Follow the shop's rules and Gaia's ToS2. )) Respect the staff and other entrants. 3. )) Do not beg for a pet or complain if you didn't win. There'll be several more opportunities. 4. )) Be literate when submitting an entry. I'm not looking for a college-styled essay, but no chatspeak would be appreciated. 6. )) Don't discourage someone from entering.7. )) Obey the rules and have fun~ <3This contest is free and open for everyone to enter, newbies and owners alike. :3
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:39 pm
The Prize: Prompt 1:
My, my. Aren't you a strange-looking chap with your ruffled, blue-white hair and peculiar outfit? Care to give us a little background story on how you came to look that way? Were you born and raised outside of the shop? Had a family? And what made you partake in the Unity White festivities?
Prompt 2:
There you were, just minding your own business during the festival, when all of a sudden another one of the pets from a participating shop (you can make this up) mistakes you for a tasty treat and attempts to catch you! What do you do? Run? Hide? Fight back despite your small stature? Or does someone else stop to help you before you can meet your fate?Post the following code to enter:[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Pet's name:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b] (Just a few words to sum up his temperament)
[b]Prompt #:[/b]
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:46 pm
None, as of yet o:
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 9:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 6:40 pm
Username:Yylaayl
Pet's name:Starlight
Personality: Brave and Careless (slightly egotistical)
Prompt #:2
Response:(from Star's POV)
I was wandering around the garbage cans, looking for leftover food from the festival, and hiding from the large crowd that wanted to eat me (seriously, who would want to eat an adorable guy like me?) when ironically, a huge shadow fell over me. At first, I thought it was the garbage guy, poor guy has such an awful job, so I whipped around to tell him it wasn't his garbage can and I could eat anything I wanted to. Sadly, it wasn't the garbage guy, and it certainly wasn't a human! It was a huge, slobbering, mean dog and it had this strange look of hunger in its eyes as it stared at me. I whipped around for somewhere to hide from the hideous beast, but there wasn't anywhere to go except down a huge, dark alley. You probably can guess where this leads to right? If you guessed a wall, you were correct! So here I was, stuck in a corner of a dark, deserted alleyway with this stupid mutt trying to eat me! So what did I do? I turned it into a game show! As I was hopping from cardboard box to overfilling trash can, I spotted one of those fake, girly microphones for kiddies. It would have to do. "So, where are you from?" I asked the dog, and pointed the speaking end that magnified sound at the dog. It just barked really loudly over and over. Hopefully, it would catch someone's attention, I mean, how hard is it for a loud bark to get noticed near a crowd of people? I hopped onto another cardboard box. "Great to meet you, whatever your name is!" So, where are you from?" Again, another loud bark. The "game" went on and on, passing from get to know you questions to trivia. It was taking forever for the crowd to respond! How deaf are they? Finally, a guy, a typical policeman complete with cop uniform and hat, oversized belly, and a donut and coffee in hand appeared. "Oh there you are, Princess!" he said. I couldn't help but snort. Who would name a huge, fierce, ugly dog Princess? Certainly not me. Well, I'll never want a dog anyways. And I sure as hell will never understand humans, especially policemen. I wondered off towards the crowd yet again, flattening out by now dirty and crinkled shirt with my paws.
(no offense to policemen or dogs, I needed a plot XD)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 2:02 pm
Just a heads up, this contest ends tomorrow ^^
Probably around 10pm, EST
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 2:18 pm
Username: Virginia Poe
Pet's name: Leonardo
Personality: Creative, artistic, eccentric
Prompt #: 1
Response: (Leonardo's POV)
I was born, or something, in the pantry of an artist. I have no idea how it happened... One day, I just suddenly... Woke up, I suppose. The artist found me later that day, he told me later he herd me scampering about looking for something sweet. We hit it off right away, becoming best friends before long. I’d help him in the studio all the time, and that’s how I became interested in painting. The artist was very happy that I decided to take it up, and made me a miniature paint set... Only I had no canvas! But, a few days later, inspiration struck! I asked the artist to melt some white chocolate, then I died it with food coloring, and began painting the chocolates he had recently given me. Edible art! When I got the hang of it, I even began to sell my creations. Life was wonderful.
However, it didn’t last. The artist’s own paintings were stolen, copied, and he began to lose all his money. I even saw my own art sold elsewhere! In the end, he gave me to the shop, unable to take care of us both any longer. I was very sad to see him go, but there was nothing I could do. I’ve been living in the shop since that day... I have my own little studio and everything. But, without the artist, I’m very lonely. Then I herd about the Unity White Event, and what it was for, and I immediately decided it was time to find a new home. After all, the cause is obviously something close to my heart. I hope to find a kind artist to take me home and be my friend.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:54 pm
Username: Scaramouche Fandango
Pet's name: Oliver
Personality: Reliable and intelligent
Prompt #: 1
Response:
As I was wandering the White Ribbon Carnival, I saw many creatures great and small. But perhaps none that I encountered were quite as diligent as the little messenger creature I'd encountered. I first met Oliver when, as I was looking at a brightly-colored fox, I heard a tiny voice shouting rather loudly. "'Scuse me! Pardon, comin' through! Messenger comin' through!" I lifted my foot and looked down to discover a small grey canid with a hat rushing along. I'd nearly stepped on the little fellow, and I watched him race along to a booth about six meters down. Curious, I followed him. I could tell that he noticed me, as he kept looking back, so when he ducked around a corner I called out to him.
"Wait! Hold on a second there!"
The blue-eyed creature looked at me and cocked his head to the side. "Oh, 'ello! I thought I saw you followin' me. Need somethin'?"
I shook my head. "Not really. I just wanted to apologize; I almost stepped on you."
He chuckled a bit. "'S alright, almos' everybody nearly steps on little ol' Oliver at some point in time at this carnival. But I ain't never been squished yet!"
I smiled at his bravado. "This carnival seems like a dangerous place for you, Oliver. What exactly are you doing here?"
Oliver wagged his tail, smiling widely. "Deliverin' messages, communiques, an' notes. Best in the business, all for next t' free," he recited. His little business pitch was somewhat intriguing; most of the creatures here were looking for new homes. Why was he delivering messages? But he didn't seem to be in a hurry to charge off anywhere, so I thought he might not minding giving me a piece of his time.
"And how does one get to be in the message delivery business?" I asked. At this, Oliver waved me over to a crate with a paw.
"D' you want the 'ole story or the short version?"
"I'm not in any kind of a hurry," I responded, "so I'd like to hear the long version." I sat down on the crate and Oliver hopped up beside me.
"Excellent!" he said, clearing his throat and adjusting his cap. "I was born in this big bakery-like place that was the temporary home to many others o' my kind. Lots of us went 'ome with kind families, but not me and mum. We stayed because we were needed. Mum's the absolute best at countin' up things, and she was the accountant of sorts for a bunch of other Mallows. I mean, she didn't count their money like a 'uman accountant would, but she kept track o' 'ow long they'd been there, 'ow many 'umans looked at 'em, that sorta thing. And me? I'm a delivery boy."
Oliver puffed out his chest with pride. It was clear that he greatly enjoyed his job and deemed it a great responsibility. "You'd be surprised 'ow many messages need delivered in a shop. On one 'and, you can't really leave the shelves. Wot if your new family comes in an' misses you? But on the other, you gotta talk somehow. Me an' mum were fine with stayin', so I took up the job. I think the owners liked it; they gave me this little uniform 'ere, so that I looked official and wotnot. It's pretty spiffin', no?" I had to agree. He cut a dapper little figure in his jacket and cap, with a jaunty scrap of white ribbon added for a cravat-like effect. "But when I got wind of this place, I figured it was like my destiny or somethin' to get down 'ere. I figured with a carnival this size, there's going to be the need for stand-to-stand communication. But what if there's only one person runnin' the stand, or they're otherwise occupied? Well, me friend, that's where I come in, y'see. I know I'm a distinctive-lookin' little chap; I can make meself noticed. But I'm also small enough to not get caught up by traffic. I'm extra-good at dodgin' feet an' hungry people, and to this very day, I've never forgotten anything I've been told to pass along until after I've passed it. So I kissed Mum goodbye, grabbed me cap, and decided to leave to seek my fortune."
The little Mallow gave a cockeyed grin at the thought of doing something so typical. "Talk about your cliched story, wot? But it's been great 'ere. Apparently before this there was all sorts o' nasty communication an' talkin' and such, but now it's all kindsa fun. I get to see new an' exotic-lookin' faces, run around like a fool, an' maybe even 'ave a shot at findin' a family o' me own. I'm just lookin' fer the right person!"
"And have you found them yet?" I said, wanting to take the charming creature home myself. I was quite enamored with him by this point, but he just grinned cheekily up at me.
"Dunno yet. I'm waitin' 'til the last day o' this shindig. I wanna meet everybody, y'know!"
He was smart, too. "A wise decision, I think. Well, young Oliver, I wish you luck in finding a home and with delivering your messages. Thank you for your story!"
"It's no problem, lady," he said, doffing his cap at me as I stood up, stretched and walked back out into the main grounds of the carnival. I heard a small thud as he jumped down, then more shouts.
"Miss! Miss! Excuse me, Miss?"
Turning around, I saw that Oliver was racing towards me. Had I accidentally nicked something of his, or was there something else he thought I should know? "What is it?"
Catching his breath, Oliver looked up at me. "So, got any messages you need delivered?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:37 pm
"Long, Long Shall I Rue Thee...
Username:Nyx Queen of Darkness
Pet's name: Raphael
Personality: (Just a few words to sum up his temperament) Pompous and confused
Prompt #:1
Response:
Raphael awoke in the middle of a festival. Everything was very, very strange…There were pets from all over walking around. They were all dressed so differently and in all kinds of varieties. He had never seen such diversity before. Raphael walked to the nearest shop, and gazed at his reflection in the window. His hair had changed shades, the blue had completely faded to a whiter hue. His clothes which were modern where he came from looked historic by the standards of those around him. Walking into the shop, he noticed several pets similar in form to himself. Noticing a familiar pattern, he walked over to it.
“Master Van Gogh’s masterpiece!”
Starry Night stepped back slightly, “Uhm…”
“Is the great Master here?”
“No….”
“Then why is his art here?”
“You’re talking about me? He’s been dead for a very long time.”
“Dead? It cannot be. I heard he was in Paris only days ago.”
“I assure you, he’s dead.”
“What year of our Lord is it?
“It’s 2009.”
“Sacrebleau!”
“Do people really say that nowadays?”
“One does not?”
“No…”
“Allow me to introduce myself mademoiselle, I’m Raphael and I’m from…the past.”
...Too Deeply To Tell"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 10:14 pm
First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who joined, as you all had brilliant responses and it was extremely difficult to narrow it down to just one person. > 3<
After some careful thought and serious consideration I'd like to award the Mallow to...
Scaramouche Fandango!
Congratulations, and hope to see you around! ^^
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