We have reached the impossible...
I can't thank you enough for this, I never thought I'd make it beyond 500 XD
Anyways, here we go!

OBJECTIVE: AWKWARD OC MEET

That's right! Awkward conversations, meetings, anything. Because hey, who DOESN'T love torturing their OCs?? XD

REQUIREMENTS/RULES

Try to be creative, though I'll throw in a few restrictions.

- No sexual content PLEASE
- gore is okay, just add filters as appropriate
- try not to... kill my OCs XD
- Throw something creative at me please
- Digital and Traditional are both acceptable
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DUE DATE IS FEBRUARY 20TH 9:00 am eastern time

OC LIST

I have too many OCs to keep track of, so here are the few that you can do an awkward meet with:

ESOK:



COUGAR:



ORBWEAVER:



SAHEL:



PYTHON:

PRIZES

FIRST

A fullbody scene of one character
100 points
3 month feature 

SECOND

A wicked detailed headshot(  ) OR two glow sketchbusts
50 points
3 month feature

THIRD

A glow sketchbust
25 points
3 month feature

ENTRIES

<da:thumb id="657723196"/> Awkward MeetingBlizzard's ears caught a slight whisper of movement.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw a sandy, warm snout, only inches from her own.
Blizzard yelled and flared her wings. She reared up onto her hind legs, more startled than angry. Blizzard's horns were brushing the cave ceiling, and she panted.
The new dragon's eyes widened, and she leaped back, tail raised. She had trails of green on her horns, and she didn't look like anything Blizzard had ever seen before.
"Who are you?" Blizzard barked, taking on the masked Empress form like she did in court. The icicles on her chains jingled happily, and Blizzard hissed.
"I should ask you the same thing, newcomer," the new dragon snarled, not even trying to hide her anger. "You are in my territory, why should you be able to challenge me?"
"Because I am Empress of the FrostWings, and you don't even have a shred of authority." Blizzard lowered herself onto all fours, cautiously, but kept her shoulders thrown back a <da:thumb id="657903166"/> <da:thumb id="658235484"/><da:thumb id="658248757"/>
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<da:thumb id="660392419"/> <da:thumb id="661006782"/> Boiling SeaWingsNightfalcon walked down the hallways of the Jade Mountain Academy, her binder slung around her shoulder and resting on her right hip, her backpack weighing her down considerably as she wove between the other students as she made her way to her third period science class. A yowl broke into her thoughts and Nightfalcon found herself staring at a gap in the crowd as students cleared the area. A blue SeaWing with unusual markings on his face lay sprawled, papers everywhere and his dignity shattered, his face on her left talon. Setting down her binder and backpack, Nightfalcon gently moved her foot away and looked into his eyes.
On the outside, he was handsome, like most other boys. His build was like every other SeaWing, he was a little lean, but she could see the power rippling through his muscles, muscles made for swimming through the strongest of currents. Dark blue accents marked his face, legs, and tail. But Nightfalcon could only hear his mind right now, Nightfalcon's mind filled wit The Darkest Blizzard Chapter 5/Contest EntryRead the first chapters before endeavoring! Please, it will make more sense. The Darkest Blizzard: Prologue
This is also a contest entry for Sahel-Solitude 750 watcher contest! 
    Where, where am I? A type of stretchy material was covering his eyes. "So he's awake now" a deep female dragons voice spoke.
    "I suppose. Its not like he wouldn't wake up anyway" a male voice answered.
    Dartshot tried stretching his wings, only to find them stopped with a metal clamp. WHO ARE THESE DRAGONS. "We have you in restraints Sandwing. We want to know what you were doing in the peaks. Answer us, and we will let you go. If not, I can tell you, there will be painful times ahead for you" the female dragon said.
    "Well? We're waiting" replied the male dragon.
    Dartshot clenched his talons