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  1. 2 hours ago, Andromeda_ said:

    (FINALLY) 

    "So, uh, why are you here?" Frosthorn questioned, oblivious to the fact that he could sound a little rude. Mari frowned. "Oh. Um, about that....I got swept away from my island." She frowned, seeming almost embarrassed that such a thing could happen to a swimmer as good as her. "Oh...well, maybe I could help you get back?" Frosthorn said excitedly, his tail wagging. "What did the island look like?" "Well, it was really hot with cactuses everywhere, and it had this huge oasis in the middle." Mari explained, trying to remember the layout of her beloved home. "Well, we'll get back there someday!" Frosthorn smiled. "Come on, let's go find some food. We can dig up some roots." 

    As the pair slowly trotted around the huge island, Mari's thoughts swirled around in her head like a clownkoi in a river. She wanted to ask Frosthorn so many questions about this place. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, where's your tribe? You seem a bit young to be a wanderer." Mari asked, tilting her head. "Oh, about that....I really don't know." Frosthorn shrugged, as Mari's confused expression became more intense. "One day I went to sleep with them, and the next day they were gone." Mari's expression turned shocked. "No sign of them or anything!? Have you tried looking?" She frowned, as Frosthorn shook his head. "Nope." Frosthorn muttered while Mari continued to look concerned as they walked.

    "Hey, what's that giant ice thing in the distance?" Mari asked, pointing one of her claws at a large block of ice near the center of the island. "How odd." She muttered. "Maybe we should go towards it!" Frosthorn yelped excitedly as Mari reluctantly oblidged. 

    They eventually made their way to the foreboding block of ice, just as the first snows began to fall. Mari approached the block, observing it closely and curiously as Frosthorn watched from a distance, adding roots to a small pile. "I think there's something it it!" Mari squeaked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Before Frosthorn could even react, Mari stabbed her claw right in the middle of the ice block. The ice slowly cracked and splintered open, its shards falling apart to reveal... 

    A nicheling. 

    Mari gasped and took a step back as Frosthorn dropped a root he was carrying in shock. The nicheling had light golden fur and a platypus beak, but what made her stand out was her gigantic crown of horns. They were like Frosthorn's antlers, but ten times bigger. The nicheling looked around, confused and dazed. 

    "Where...where is everybody?" She said weakly, looking at Mari and Frosthorn. "Who....who are you? W-what's happening?" She asked, her tone slowly becoming more panicked. 

    "Woah. Calm down." Mari said worriedly. "I'm Mari, and that one over there is Frosthorn. Who might you be? Are you okay?" 

    "I'm..." The nicheling hesitated, as if she had forgotten her own name. "Melina."

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    "How in the world are your horns that big? I've never seen anything of the sort..." Mari said, amazed. "Really? Well, um, thanks." Melina said quietly. "They're called Megaloceros horns. Aren't they cool?" Melina smiled as Mari and Frosthorn nodded. 

    "Why were you inside that giant ice block?" Frosthorn asked as he popped a root into his mouth. Melina shivered. "...All I remember was laying alone in the snow. It was...very cold. I saw...nichelings leaving. Leaving me. Leaving me behind. It got colder and colder. And then...it all faded away..." Melina said, a distant, tearful look in her eyes. Mari and Frosthorn looked down in sorrow, and there was a silent moment between the three nichelings. 

    The three of them heard paws crunching in the snow. All three nichelings turned their heads. "Probably a rabbil." Frosthorn muttered, entering a hunting crouch. The small group followed the sound, trudging through thin layers of powdery, fluffy snow that marked the beginning of a harsh, bitter snowfall. But instead of a rabbil like the group expected, they saw something much different.

    Another nicheling. 

    The nicheling was young and scrawny, like she hadn't eaten in quite a bit. The poor nicheling had a useless, deformed paw, and she seemed to be desperately trying to scrounge up a root that was sticking out of the ice-coated ground, even with paws that were in no way built for digging. She had dull orange-yellow fur that stook out like a sore paw against the white snow. Feeling a throb of pity in his heart for the nicheling, Frosthorn reached out and gently touched her shoulder. 

    The nicheling whipped around, letting out a hiss as she turned to face Frosthorn. "What do you want!?" She snarled, her voice shaky and scared, flinching before him as if Frosthorn would strike her at any moment. "Hey, hey, wait. I'm just trying to help..." Frosthorn said softly, offering the nicheling a root. The nicheling slowly extended her paw to take it, hesitating before snatching it from his paw and scarfing it down. It seemed like she was surprised he didn't yank it away at the last second or did some other cruel "joke". Mari and Melina watched in shock as Frosthorn smoothly befriended this new nicheling. 

    "What's your name?" Frosthorn asked once she was done with the root. The nicheling looked up at them warily. "...The name's Brilla." 

    (it's pronounced "Bree-ya" cause its Spanish hehe. Also speaking of Spanish HAPPY HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTHHHH THATS MY CULTURE BABYYYY)

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  2. (FINALLY) 

    "So, uh, why are you here?" Frosthorn questioned, oblivious to the fact that he could sound a little rude. Mari frowned. "Oh. Um, about that....I got swept away from my island." She shook her head, seeming almost embarrassed that such a thing could happen to a swimmer as good as her. "Oh...well, maybe I could help you get back?" Frosthorn said excitedly, his tail wagging. "What did the island look like?" "Well, it was really hot with cactuses everywhere, and it had this huge oasis in the middle." Mari explained, trying to remember the layout of her beloved home. "Well, we'll get back there someday!" Frosthorn smiled. "Come on, let's go find some food. We can dig up some roots." 

    As the pair slowly trotted around the huge island, Mari's thoughts swirled around in her head like a clownkoi in a river. She wanted to ask Frosthorn so many questions about this place. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, where's your tribe? You seem a bit young to be a wanderer." Mari asked, tilting her head. "Oh, about that....I really don't know." Frosthorn shrugged, as Mari's confused expression became more intense. "One day I went to sleep with them, and the next day they were gone." Mari's expression turned shocked. "No sign of them or anything!? Have you tried looking?" She frowned, as Frosthorn shook his head. "Nope." Frosthorn muttered while Mari continued to look concerned as they walked.

    "Hey, what's that giant ice thing in the distance?" Mari asked, pointing one of her claws at a large block of ice near the center of the island. "How odd." She muttered. "Maybe we should go towards it!" Frosthorn yelped excitedly as Mari reluctantly followed, her tail dragging across the frosted earth. 

    They eventually made their way to the foreboding block of ice, just as the first snows began to fall. Mari approached the block, observing it closely and curiously as Frosthorn watched from a distance, adding roots to a small pile. "I think there's something it it!" Mari squeaked, her previously hidden curiosity getting the better of her. Before Frosthorn could even react, Mari stabbed her claw right in the middle of the ice block. The ice slowly cracked and splintered open, its shards falling apart to reveal... 

    A nicheling. 

    Mari gasped and took a step back as Frosthorn dropped a root he was carrying in shock. The nicheling had light golden fur and a platypus beak, but what made her stand out was her gigantic crown of horns. They were like Frosthorn's antlers, but ten times bigger. The nicheling looked around, confused and dazed. 

    "Where...where is everybody?" She said weakly, looking at Mari and Frosthorn. "Who....who are you? W-what's happening?" She asked, her tone slowly becoming more panicked. 

    "Woah. Calm down." Mari said worriedly. "I'm Mari, and that one over there is Frosthorn. Who might you be? Are you okay?" 

    "I'm..." The nicheling hesitated, as if she had forgotten her own name. "Melina."

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  3. 22 hours ago, Andromeda_ said:

    I planned to do it today but its late now and I have school tomorrow-

    I have to wait a bit to update bc my brother took the nintendo switch to school with him- (his school has super smash bros tournaments)

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  4. 1 hour ago, BirbMonstwo said:

    It’s been a while since I’ve done MSM art, but I’ve been getting roped in again. Blame this thing

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    I had to uninstall all the other games on my phone so i could upsate MSM- (my phone has like no storage)

  5. 15 hours ago, Andromeda_ said:

    I made another adopt but i'm too lazy to draw so i'll just give a detailed description 

    love react if you want them

     

    Name: Meadow Hooftrot (the last name is garbage sorry 😭)

    Species: Cow (anthro) 

    Pronouns: They/Them 

    Appearance: White cow with green splotches, each splotch is a different shade of green. Their hooves and horns are dark green, and they usually have a flower crown on their horns

    Birb gets them since they're the only one who reacted!

  6. I made another adopt but i'm too lazy to draw so i'll just give a detailed description 

    love react if you want them

     

    Name: Meadow Hooftrot (the last name is garbage sorry 😭)

    Species: Cow (anthro) 

    Pronouns: They/Them 

    Appearance: White cow with green splotches, each splotch is a different shade of green. Their hooves and horns are dark green, and they usually have a flower crown on their horns

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  7. 2 hours ago, BirbMonstwo said:

    Here’s an oc!

    My scugsona, Escapee! Can also be known as Seeker to scugs who are close with them.

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    They’re the really sensitive and quiet type. In-game their abilities would have something to do with detecting threats. Might be connected to overseers.

    now i wanna make one- 

    maybe it could be based on Andromeda or one of my other existing sonas?

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