CONTEST! Roman Empire contest! Glory and prizes!CONTEST DEADLINE EXTENDED!More Like This
The rules are simple.
Must be roman empire related as stated above.
No bases allowed.
Art theft will be reported to deviantart and will not be accepted.
Lineart.. Will be accepted. But will most likely not have a chance to win a main prize.
Using of references is Allowed just don't copy them completly.
Traditional art/Digital art/Writing/Cosplay/Photomanipulation and GMOD is allowed.
To participate you need to:
Pick one of the options below.
Draw a realistic or fantasy version(Your style in general) of you as a roman legionaire/centurion.
Female legionaires/centurions are accepted.
Write a short/half long story that plays out from the eyes of a roman soldier (Can also be author perspective).
Draw yourself as a merchant/gladiator/senate member/slave/citizen.
(I've decided that now photomanipulating is allowed.)
(I've now decided that any OC is allowed aslong as you base them on the roman empire-AKA ponies-fursonas-Most likely
The Death of One Who Never BelongedDuni was laying beside the waterhole near the main Westland dens, flicking pebbles into the water and sulking. The heat cycle had returned with a vengeance, and it had her very cranky. If that wasn't all, she'd hardly been able to see Keto or her cubs at all, lately. The family never seemed to be in the same place in the same time. And even that wasn't all. Now she was having the nightmares again, and not just of murdering that Pridelander, Kai, which was bad enough. Now she was having nightmares about Baya's death, too. She had heard roars in the distance, why hadn't she gotten there sooner? Could she have saved Baya? Baya's cold, lifeless red eyes would stare at her, as would Kai's. Dead, accusing. Duni gave a tormented groan and swiped a bunch of dirt and pebbles into the waterhole with a snarl. She hated this pride! She hated it so much, now. All she had wanted in life was to matter, to be of help to her pride. Important. Valued. But no, she knew now it would never happen for her.More Like This
Pebble TrackerHello! Welcome to HotK's Pebble Tracker!More Like This
As of 09 April 2015, the new pebble count will start.
Only submissions from the start of 2015 to the present will count.
- In Danger ||- Safe
Those that are In Danger will be booted from the group on the 1st of the month due to monthly inactivity.*
Please read over the Pebble FAQ to see what you can redeem with your pebbles and what the group accepts as redeemable submissions.
*Those that created characters this month are the only ones safe from booting.
When keeping track of your pebbled, you MUST note* the group the form each month in order to be counted as active:
Monthly Submissions: (Link all the submissions for the current month and include how much they are worth.)
Current Total: (This is whatever number you have currently)
New Total: (This number is Current
Of Curious Ladies and Troubled GentlemenZola awoke as the sun rose into the sky showering its rays over the lionesses face. It was only dawn, but since she was awake now she figured that she would head out to stretch her legs. Luckily she sleeps not too close to the other lions so she did not have to worry about tripping over anyone. She let out a big yawn and made her way to the Kubwa River for a drink. It didn't take her long to remember that it was the wet season once she felt the muddy ground squish between her toes and attempted to take a dryer route to the river. Not too far away she spotted a rock that she could drink from as it hung low over the water. It looked much better than having her paws sink into the boggy land.More Like This
Once she was on the rock she lowered herself to lap at the water as it splashed at her face. Feeling wet from her drink and walk she decided to plunge into the shallow part of the river to wash off her paws. The water felt colder than she had expected, but she did not mind too much as she would