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Rules

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1. Visit the Wardrobe and create your own SpringThemed Character. You can choose any items or styles, even ones that you don't own, and the Character you create can be anything - it does not have to necessarily be 'you'.

2. You must submit exactly 1 image of your design.

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3. You must write a short description or story to go along with your Character.

4. Please do not re-use any previous Avatar Dress Up submissions. You must create a new Character.

5. Please do not steal or use other players' Characters. You must create this Character on your own. Blatant copying of other players' Character will disqualify you from winning and may even ban you from future Forum Games. Please create your own Character.

6. The due date for submitting your entry is by the end of the Spring Festival.


Prizes

Everyone's submissions will be judged by Krinadon and I where we will select First, Second, and Third place winners based on creativity, effort, and appeal.

All participants will also receive a small prize including the Title: Fancy Pants.

Have fun and enjoy!


1st Place

Prize(s): Free Stable, [Peerless Avatar Token] x1, 3-Visible Spring Festival Themed Pet of Choice (2-Vis if Majestic) OR Garden Seed of Choice, [Premium Fertilizer Bag] x2, [Box of Gardening Supplies] x1, [Large Basket of Enrichments] x10


Hiraeth


2nd Place

Prize(s): Free Stable, [Majestic Seed Pouch] x1 OR [Fabled Seed Pouch] x1, [Premium Fertilizer Bag] x1, [Box of Gardening Supplies] x1, [Large Basket of Enrichments] x10


Anemochory



GoldGryphon



Malas120


3rd Place

Prize(s): Free Stable, [Mystery Seed Pouch] x1, [Regular Fertilizer Bag] x2, [Large Basket of Enrichments] x5


Alexanderc489



Heilix



Savynn


All Participants
With valid submissions

Prize(s): Title: Fancy Pants, [Mystery Seed Pouch] x1, [Regular Fertilizer Bag] x1, [Large Basket of Enrichments] x3, [Decorated Eggs] x300

With a spring in her step she plays a stunning song on her flute. Frolicking through the fields spinning as she goes. Calling to the flowers letting them know its time to grow. Colors burst from the ground as they bloom and blossom. Her tail and ears twitch with joy and glee.

Lotus Witch, Indira
Centuries ago, this woman discovered a special type of lotus flower. It grew solely in a pond in the deepest of woodlands, and was the shade of a pink sunset. Its powers granted her eternal life and the ability to grow beautiful flowers. She lives deep in the woods where she found the lotus, surrounded by flora and fauna.

(Sorry it took so long to get back to this, I was in a car accident)

Foxglove was lonely. He was so, so lonely. As one of the many flower fairies in Ver Forest, it was his responsibility to usher in springtime so the plants and animals could grow properly. Foxglove wasn't bad at his job, but he wasn't exceptional either. His capabilities had nothing to do with why everyone avoided him though. He watched, desolate, as the other flower fairies whirled and giggled, like the eddies of a brooke dyed in bright colors.
'That will never be me.' He thought morosely. 'Oh, oh, that I were one of them!'

For you see, Foxglove was not like the other flower fairies. Not only did he have ears, a tail, and sharp teeth, Foxglove was also a poisonous flower. So no other fairy ever wanted to touch him. he really couldn't remember a time when anyone hadn't screamed if they brushed against him on accident. He frowned, standing from where he had sat in the shadows. Stretching out his wings, Foxglove went back to his job. As he was adding nutrients into the soil to allow plants to grow, one of the other fairies who was playing slammed into him.

"AHHH!" She screamed.

Foxglove jerked away from her. "Are you alright?" He yelped, concerned.

"Of course not!" Sneered the Daffodil. " I had to touch a disgusting, toxic thing like YOU. Why are you even allowed to live here? No one wants you."

Foxglove choked on his breath. He knew, in the back of his mind, that what Daffodil said was true. None of the other flower fairies wanted him here. They had always avoided him, glaring and throwing stones when he got too close.

"...but... but this is my home..." He whispered, close to tears. "Is it really? You're not even a real flower fairy." Daffodil scoffed, tossing her long golden hair. Just look at your ears and tail. Why were you even born?"

Foxglove let out a sob. He threw himself into the air, desperate to get as far away from this meadow he had lived his whole life in as possible. He crashed past branches and thorns, ignoring the blood now mixing with his tears. Away. He had to get away. Anywhere but there was fine, really. Suddenly, Foxglove slammed into a warm body. "Ugh!" He cried. "Whoa there, you're going awful fast!" said the stranger holding him. Foxglove looked up to meet the stranger's eyes, which were a pretty yellow. "You... you're not hurt?"

The stranger laughed, his deep voice rumbling in his chest and shaking Foxglove. "Kid, you're tiny! How could you possibly hurt me?" "I'm poisonous! Everyone hates me!" The stranger snorted. "Kid, I'm Wolfsbane. You can't really be more poisonous than me." "Did they get rid of you too?" Foxglove murmered, wiping away the rest of his tears. Wolfsbane smiled. "Sure, the other flower fairies didn't really like me or my friends. But that's only because they don't understand our importance. Our job isn't to bring spring, but to protect the others and the forest. That's what poisonous flowers are for, after all. Protection. And it seems to me that you'd make a mighty fine guardian, kid." "Really?" Said Foxglove, eyes wide. "Really. Come with me, and I'll introduce you to the others. Yarrow can patch you up, and Brugmansia will baby you like no tomorrow."

Many years passed since Foxglove took Wolfsbane's hand. Now, Foxglove is a proud and powerful guardian of Ver Forest. He stands strong, eyes and blades sharp, to protect what truly was his home from any danger that might befall it. He had found where he was meant to be, and Foxglove was no longer lonely.