[MillietheWarrior]

Pet Giveaway


There were signs everywhere advertising it. Something about a pet giveaway. You weren’t sure if it was legit as the directions listed took you to a…rather seedy looking town in a rather seedy looking neighborhood. There were no houses, only shops and small shacks. At the end of the dark, cobblestone street was a rather daunting looking place. The windows were darkened, the door and roof painted black on the small, stone building. There was no cheer to be found here, but it had looked like someone tried to spruce it up by planting some flowers outside the shop. That small spark of color was all the contrast needed to make it look a little less…dangerous.
You glance at the flyer in your hand; yes this was definitely the place. Carefully, you push open the door and step inside, where you are greeted by a rather strange looking woman and what sounds like a hoard of pets hidden somewhere in a back room. The woman’s skin is a deep red, painted with light cream stripes. Strange looking head tails fall around her shoulders, and she tilts her head towards you with a frown. “Greetings,” she calls, stepping behind the counter.
There is no emotion in her voice, and you shiver slightly. “You must be here for the giveaway. I suppose I cannot turn you away now, can I?” She sighs in resignation. “Very well. Simply write your name and chosen number down and you will be contacted if you win.” She eyes you up and down, then holds out one dark red hand. “The fee, please.” You blink. Well, that was straight to the point.

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Information
Yup. You heard it right. So I had these pets sitting in my pen, and I figured they would do well to go to people who really want them…Soooo! Pet giveaway. And yes, that’s a Lucain and paragon down there as well. Now, here are some of the rules;

Rules and Procedues
- Anyone can enter
- Please roleplay your entry.
- There is an entry fee of five keystones (You must send this right after you post; not before)
- You can only pick one number (1-100)
- Bold or Underline your number so I can see it easier
- Eight winners will be chosen
- You do not choose your pet; I’ll send over your prize if you win (However, roleplaying what you hope to get, may help me in choosing which pet you receive, should you win)
- The ending date is January 18th
- I'm doing this so these pets will go to good homes where they'll be RPed; don't just enter because 'OMG, paragon/Lucain, must breed!' Enter because you want the pet, and you know you'll RP them. Thank you.

Prizes
Rabbot AC1
Common Mr. Wilson
Leumoo
Albino Drakel
Imeut
Rabbot C6
Nebula Evren
Female Lucain
Restrictions:  Three breedings, decreasing with gen.
All generations may breed endlessly with a life mate.
Paragon Male
Restrictions: None, custom

Chosen Numbers:
Zapdragon555 - 55
Lady Erebos - 4
Haunting-Ur-Nightmares - 33
Knightdaniru - 13
Krypto - 9
Rain - 8
Arya Elfbane - 26
Clackno1 - 76
Rabid - 89
Moofius - 47
Jaden_Wolf - 16
Discordancy - 48
J'Tal - 69
Thunder - 99
Kal - 27

Those who have NOT paid
(Your posts do not count until you pay)
None

UPDATE! (Make sure you read!)
The ending date has been moved up to the 18th, due to the fact that I will probably be too tired on the ending week to draw a winner.

[zapdragon555]

High in the sky, if you squint your eyes, you can see a tiny airplane zipping through the clouds. Inside is a very unusual pilot: a Mr. Wilson. "Just because I have a plane," the Mr. Wilson, named Nimbus, grumbled, "doesn't mean I have to be the messenger all the time!" He leaned on the steering wheel. "Zap could've sent someone who has nothing better to do, like that silly Leawolf Sunbeam." He sighed and looked out the window of his tiny, four-winged plane. "Ah! There's the Giveaway," he said, releasing the throttle stick for a moment, causing the plane to lower slightly. "Gah! There's nowhere to land!" Suddenly the plane's descent increased, going faster and faster as Nimbus tugged on the unweildly throttle stick. "Dang it!" he screeched as the ground came at him fast. "I really should get this thing fixed... Again." The little plane hit the ground recklessly, but managed to land on its wheels. "Phew!" Nimbus said, stepping hard on the breaks. "That was too close."

Hopping out of the plane, Nimbus dusted himself off and looked up at the woman in charge. "Good day, madam!" he said, trying to sound cheerful. "I'm here to enter the contest!" He froze when a loud grumbling sounded from behind some sort of door behind her. "My, my, was that a Paragon?" Nimbus gasped, running over to the door and putting his ear up next to it. "I do believe it was! Dashing creatures, I must say. Zap loves them as well," he said, turning back to the lady. "Ah, right. The raffle fee..." The Mr. Wilson ran clumsily over to his plane and dug around the glove compartment. "Hah! 5 KS exactly!" he exclaimed, handing it to the woman. "As for my number," he said, removing his aviator helmet to scratch his head, "I'll choose #55."

[Jessari]

A hooded form walked into the slightly-suspicious shop. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that this mysterious person was a female. The top half of the stranger's face was hidden by hood and shadow, but the lips and chin were feminine enough. When the stranger reached the counter, small, delicate hands reached up to throw the hood back, revealing a young woman of no more than seventeen years of age.

She looked around, bright blue eyes resting upon each pet in turn. A sweet smile curled upon her lips as she turned to the woman in charge. "All your pets are beautiful, miss, the Paragon especially. Of course, the Lucain is pretty as well. I look forward to seeing how this drawing turns out. Here's the entrance fee," she said, passing over the ks, "and I think I'd like number....four. Yes, number four sounds good."

((Just fair warning, but the only one I know I can't roleplay is the Mr. Wilson. My muse doesn't like birds at all, no she doesn't. ))

[HunnyBun]

The two Rabbot's walked around the plaza of venders.
One seemed to catch the B1's eye.
He motioned for his companion to follow him.
The B1 twitched slightly as he read the sign.
"Vell, dis sound like fun." He said in his German accent.
The C6 nodded.
"What do we got to do to enter?" He asked.
The B1 didn't answer.
But grabbed the sign in sheet and scribbled on it.
"Vell, our owner HUN vould love to join vith the numbah 33." He said kindly.
Putting the paper down.
The C6 was eying the pets.
"The Mr. Willson looks like he would be fun to hang out with." He said to his self before being drug away by his brother.

[Knightdaniru]

Simon, Male Nightwalker Kuhna

The feline walked slowly as he approached the area. He had been overly entergetic, so Knight had given him a few keystones to do what he wanted with, and sent him off to explore. He wasn't used to being this far from the Meadow alone. But it was fun!
So he found himself at this odd area. It was a dark place for sure, but that made it all the more intreging as far as the kuhna was conserned. Slowly slinking into the building he hopped onto the counter to see see what this place was. Animals being given to different homes? Knight would like if he did something like this.
And some of them seemed like they would be fun to have around the Meadow. The 'cain was pretty and she seemed like she would get along with plenty of the others. The evren and the green rabbot what ever it was called looked pretty cool too, but perhaps not as comfortable with the others in the Meadow. That was ofcourse if he was as good at judging personalities as he thought.
So he dropped his small bag of keystones and counted through it, removing five. Well that lightened the load for him. Then he turned his eyes to the odd woman. "Can I enter? I have the fee here. I'll choose 13. Mommy says thats her lucky number."

[Redd]

Arensis cautiously headed towards whereever this raffle was being held. Honestly the surrounding neighbourhood didn't bother the black Mekkayena, it was actually quite... homely to him.
Well, it didn't have the smell of the sea or the roaring of the waves or the cool ocean breeze (all of which quite fatal to the Mekkayena's internal circuits), but the atmosphere was quite the same as the small pirate town on the Dead Coast, and quite the same as the Smugglers Den that was not far off either.

Aren nudged open the door with his nose and as he entered the building, his eyes quickly adjusted their settings so he could see what was within. Out of the bunch of critters up for grabs, the paragon and the Lucain caught his eye, of course but so did the Leumoo and the Common Mr. Wilson.
After the woman spoke, he nodded his head. He almost liked her... very straight to the point and upfront. He didn't like those sorts who beat around the bush.
"I don't have hands, so you'll have to write my number down. It's Aren, for Number 9. Thanks."
And with that brief message, the Mekkayena stalked out.

[Rain]

A young girl-with brown hair, and light blonds highlights- was hoping to win. "Hello, could I please have number 8 for your pet give away?" She asked, bouncing up and down, with  excitement. She really wanted to get the male Paragon. She just loved Paragons and Lucains.

[Elektra]

Thalia slowly walked into the small building, curios to know why her master had sent her here.  All Arya had said was that she needed to get a lucain or paragon, and that there was a contest that was offering a both choices to a new home.  Arya seemed to really want it, and had rushed Thalia over to enter before the contest ended.  She went up to  the young lady who was apparently taking up chosen numbers, and then, putting her paws on the counter so that she could see her, said, "Hi, I would like to enter the contest if it is still going.  My number is 26 if that is ok.  Thank you!"

[clackno1]

"Ack! No! get off me you big...thing!" Raven screeched. This "thing" that she was referring to just happened to be a very, very huggy Ringed Tricky. Raven was free for a few moments and gasped for the fresh air before she was tackled by the black and white fuzzy monster once again. "Hugs by Bingo make everything better!" The tricky said in a sing-song voice. He squished the poor corbine to him so hard she was gasping for breathe. She tried to peck the fat...thing but it did nothing. The fat thing was just too...fat! "Stop it, you!" She yelled again. "Or I won't give you any candy!" She warned, clutching her mail bag close. "Bingo likes candy! Bingo wants candy, please!" Raven managed to squirm free and tried to fly away but the tricky got a hold on one of her legs and held on tight. "Please give Bingo candy!" Bingo said again in a sing-song voice. He rolled over onto his back and started to play with Raven like a cat would play with a toy. "Please give Bingo candy!" He repeated and giggled a little bit. "No candy until you let go at me!" Raven yelled at the fat thing. The fat thing let go of her and she was able to hop over and finally do her job. The tricky stayed right behind her the whole time. Right behind her. "Um, I have someone who would like to enter this...Giveaway as number...76, I believe." She read off a piece of paper. "And she also said to mention..." Raven turned the paper to the side a bit as she tried to read what she'd written. That's when not having hands gets in the way, "Ah, here it is. She said to mention her fondness of male Paragon, whatever that means." Raven finished. "Can Bingo have candy now?" Bingo struggled to pull himself up on the counter but was only able to get up enough to peek over the edge. "'Quoth the raven, Nevermore'", Raven mumbled to herself. "I will be nevermore if this keeps up," and she hopped off the counter.

[Rabid]

A glittering flash of red could be seen heading through the sky, clinking every time it moved. Rapid clinking could be heard as the creature slowed, its wings flapping just enough to keep it from plummeting to the earth. It landed with a light tinkling as it folded in its wings. The corbine glanced at its surroundings curiously. What on earth could be going on here. It looked to the pets that were being auctioned off.

The master would be most pleased with that lucain girl. Stripes cooed to itself. Perhaps he'd enjoy toying with the paragon as well? Oh, what a laugh! He doesn't care who or what it is, he enjoys all toys! With a shrieking laugh of metal scraping on metal and the clack of its beak, the avian fluttered over to where it might participate in this little game. A game within a game, what a joy! It scribbled down all necessary information - though the writing was very inconsistent - including the number 89 in its bizarre chicken scratch... No pun intended. With its work finished, Stripes flew off to perform its previous duties, noting when it was to return for the results.

[Moofius]

Man oh man! People were getting really good at finding the creepy places (though Moofius doubted anyone had anything as bizarre as her trading post). Standing across the street from the house she was still a bit nervous about all this. A pet giveaway? It was already hard to believe and, considering the locale, it had become even harder to believe. There was little chance that this raffle was real.
Looking down she had with her some KS (not too much just incase this was a trap, she would lose little KS that way) and one knife, tucked into her pants, hidden from view by her pants and her shirt. It was not the most accessible, but she could fight rather well with her hands, not to mention her well trained skill to dodge danger and run like no other.

She looked back at the house, gleening little comfort from the flowers planted outside. She sighed and, after looking both ways, Moofius crossed the street quickly and made her way to the front door to the house. Her hooves quickly announced her presence to whoever or whatever awaited her inside. She didn't knock as this wasn't a social call but something purely business related.

The woman she met was a little like Isaku, but probably even harder to provoke. Moofius smiled at her, not sure how to approach the situation. People without emotions, or very few, made her nervous; one of the reasons she felt the need to prove the mentionned Isaku.
"Er, hello. Well I guess I... Fee? Oh I didn't see mention of a fee. How much is it?" She half expected some astronomical price. No, she more then half expected it, she fully expected it so when the fee was 5 KS...
"Oh, wow! Really?" She was, well, surprised. It wasn't a lot to ask, really. Passing the KS over she asked,"Well I think I'll pick... number 47, please. Thanks so much!"

(( If I win something and it's not: The Paragon, The Common Mr. Wilson or The Evren, (order from most wanted to least) then you can give my prize to somebody else. ^___^ ))

[Thunder]

Well, well...Azrael wasn't really used to doing stuff for strangers. A few days ago, some girl who called herself "Thunder" had ran up to him, given him a small amount of Keystones, and a piece of paper with some directions jotted down on it, asking him to deliver the Keystones to that place. Anf after she finished her request, the girl left as suddenly as she came. Azrael didn't have any time to question what this was about, so he had just shrugged it off and went to find the location the oddly-named girl wanted him to go to.

After a bit of searching and asking around (the ladies of Evelon sure knew a lot about what was going on at the time...Azrael had done a little bit of flirting to charm the answers out of the tougher ones), Azrael finally found the spot. It was some shabby, stone building in a rather dark and secluded area. The Reaper had no idea why a girl would go looking for a place like this, but there seemed to be others there as well. He took a quick peek at a flyer that someone was holding, and when he read that there was a pet giveaway here, he realized why Thunder had sent him here. "Ah, she must be one of those trainers, then."

Azrael entered the run-down building to find a red-skinned woman (her strange coloration reminded him of Lord Ira), who promptly asked for the payment and a number in a rather monotone voice. Azrael handed her the Keystones. He had no idea what number that Thunder girl was thinking of, so he picked the first one that came to his mind. "I'll take the number 99, if you will."

(My most wanted pets would the the Paragon, Lucain, Imeut, and Rabbot AC1.)

[Jaden Wolf]

A figure wearing a strange white, silver, and black cloak strode into the building. Upon entering, she pulled back the fabric and hood, revealing the familiar face of a clone. Isabel looked around, then down to her tiger cub which was relaxing in the crook of her arm. Then she walked up to the counter and putting her Kaya down for a moment, picked up a peice of paper and read the rules, just to be sure Jaden made no mistakes. Satisfied, she filled in the necessary information, speaking it out loud as she wrote it; a habit of hers.
"Jaden, number 16, please." With that, she dropped a bag of keystones next to the form and pushed the two back to the woman. Then she picked Kaya back up with a smile. Jaden ought to be happy. Since the only pet she does not like here is the Leumoo...and the Lucain, Paragon, and albino drakel were quite interesting. No matter what she got, she would treat it with care.

[Ander]

The place was a little spooky, but what place wasn't, nowadays? The setting wasn't important. No, the important bit was the meat of the story, nestled deep inside the setting like some elusive gem. An emerald, maybe. Or perhaps more of a ruby's glow... Whatever.

Discord dropped her keystones into the waiting carmine hand of the attendant, scanning the seedy shanty for the creature she knew was there. The Paragon that fancied himself a bird - a bird, of all things! She had found him a curiousity from the moment she'd laid eyes on him, fluttering his wings in the branches of a deceptively strong elm. Now, the woman figured, was as good a time as any to stake her claim.

"Number 48, please? It feels lucky." Not that this woman appeared to care about her reasoning. And just because she suspected that the reference would go unappreciated, Discord refrained from adding a 'punk' quip at the end, too.  

( If I am lucky enough to be drawn, but not for the Paragon, I request that you please raffle my place off to another. )

[J'Tal]

J'Tal walks in calmly followed by a malicious companion. Tossing a small bag of stones on the table, J'Tal asks for a receipt with the number 69 on it.

"This shall be interesting to see what happens." J'Tal says.

"Sso, you are tryings to replace me?" The snake says next to the man?

"You know I am looking for some additional creatures to torture like I do you!" J'Tal responds sarcastically to the snake. "You have it sooo hard!" As J'Tal rolls his eyes. He turns to looks at Millie, "No, I don't torture them, but life is so hard when you have to get up from sleeping all day..."

The large snake ignores the jibe and starts toward the door.

Not wanting the snake to be too upset at him, J'Tal walk out with the large snake.