200+ Word Requests

[zelda]

Ohhh its perfect!! Thank you so much Jenn *snuggle luffs*

[Jenn]

*luffs you back* I'm glad it was what you were looking for. These are much fun to do.

[zelda]

would it be bad i f i asked you to do my other Amuni male? Cause Aminu are not my strong point >.< and your stories are wonderful<33

[Jenn]

I wouldn't mind at all. ^_^ If you gave me a little description of what you were thinking, that would be cool. Just a few keywords like last time, etc.

[zelda]

hmmm, I think maybe have it be twilight, and maybe it could be him freaking out cause his silver leg plates were stolen by something. And he is all ansty and everything looking for them...and uhh finding them near the end maybe o.O

*snuggles* thank you so much!!

[Jenn]

Zelda's Request:

Eyes wide and breath coming in short little gasps, Sijalan continued his frantic search of the church in which he lived. He had already checked his cell, the common area, and several back rooms that he frequented in his duties. Now in his desperation he was reduced to rummaging around the gardens in the hopes that somehow they were there.

How did one lose large silver leg plates? Even more ridiculous than that, how did one lose four of them?! He had woken that morning to find them missing and as the day progressed became more and more frantic to track them down. He had to have them back, he just had to! They were his! He needed them more than he had ever needed anything in his life.

When the clock tower announced midnight, he gave up his search with an anguished moan and trudged back to his cell, collapsing into a troubled sleep that lasted all of five hours. He was up with the dawn, having shifted restlessly for the past hour in a strange un-sleep. His mane tousled and sticking up on one side, he groggily hauled himself up and began walking, only to trip and go sprawling.

He made an unhappy whining noise and raised his head, then gasped as he woke up properly and got a good look at the culprit. His plates! But...they hadn’t been there the day before, he was certain of that. They shouldn’t have those paw-smudged on them either. He put that thought from his mind, focusing instead on strapping the armor where it needed to be and just laying there for a few moments, a heady feeling of euphoria slowly settling over him. His silver. His. The mystery could wait until later.

[zelda]

Aww that is just perfect<33 You really make it feel like they are really totally real creatures and not just a drawing with your descriptions^^ thank you ever so much!

[Jenn]

That's the highest praise a writer, even a third-rate drabbler like me, could ask for. <3 Thank you, and I'm so glad that's what you had in mind.

[Kitty Love]

The descriptions you made me are now on the crits pages <3

[ferabird]

- Your Name: Ferabird
- LC Name: Poh'sib
- LC URL: www.geocities.com/murdonlegacy/amunu/AM010F.html
- Brief description of personality and/or desired scene: We were talking about her earlier on aim, and still nothing seems to really be enough to goad me into making her a proper personality. I know it's not in the type blurb, but I always figured that a baptism type would be the sort to seem inviting or forgiving, as baptism (as far as I know) is about being forgiven for the sins of your past and assimilated into a church. Go wild XD

[Jenn]

Fera's Request:

Poh’sib sighed in resignation and settled herself more comfortably on the perch of a large, sturdy chair. The two-toned sails of her wings draped to either side of her, relaxed and unneeded. In front of her, a young priest prostrated himself on the ground, the droop of his canine ears and tucked, submissive position of his tail giving a greater clue to his frame of mind than his penitent words.

He had sinned, not so greatly that the attentions of a cardinal were necessary, but gravely enough that he should be taken to task for his jealous act. They always came to her whenever they needed to give themselves over to a higher authority, something in her demeanor inviting their confession and trust. Perhaps it was her reputation as a fair and unbiased listener.

The young male finished speaking and waited, head bowed. He would accept whatever punishment she deemed appropriate for his sin.

She just looked at him for a moment, weighing his words and deed before bidding him rise. “Wrong though your act was,” she told him, “still you took the proper steps once you realized the error of your ways. Why don’t we go ask the missionary your statement affected before deciding a course of action? I would like to know what she has to say.”

[ferabird]

Lovverly

[Jenn]

Just to throw it out there, I'd still be happy to write people drabbles if you're having trouble churning any out for your bebes. ^_^

[ferabird]

You're always welcome to do drabbles for my critters, as my inspiration only seems to strike in fits anymore, and I waste all my motivation working on their sites.... >_>

www.freewebs.com/murdonlegacy

I still need to finish cleaning my euclide pages.... then I need to figger out what you changed and do it for my amuni and defore layouts.

[Vyn]

I think I'd like to request a drabble. I find myself at a sad lack of inspiration for this girly, but I just can't leave her without anything...

- Your Name: Vyn
- LC Name: Oseka'neubin
- LC URL: www.geocities.com/apathetic_dirge/EL/new/euclide/oseka-neubin.html
- Brief description of personality and/or desired scene:
I'd like the setting to be a wintery night, close to Christmas Eve or on Christmas Eve. Everything else you need should pretty much be in her notes >_> Feel free to prod with questions if you need to XD