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disorientation
Prompt 1: The Festival of a Thousand Lights
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MAY KYR OWN (May's MYO Kyr event!) and TFTL

Meteors smeared against the purple night sky. Most of the low hung shacks that crawled on the sandy flat lands of ISSUE 1 were silent, save for a few. Metallic thumping came from the glowing clubs at the center of the district, which alone would lure any party goer.

On the tip of the iceberg, neon glowing Kyrs clutched hands with each other. Shrieking in delight as they light up the night with all their might, trying to force away darkness.

Ned couldn't remember sifting into the loud hot club, or having the gall to take 2 hours to apply his paints. Not that he would care anyways. He had all the time in the world, especially if it meant coming down to a crowded club in the early hours of the morning. Especially if it meant drinking whilst wrapped with other Kyrs. He was deathly tired of the days under the baking sun, observing or stopping any tensions that rose among the guard's ranks. With the new water and food restrictions, it was also becoming more and more common to see more unfortunate beggars.

BadmBmBadmBadumSkBadmSkBadumSkSkSk

His markings shifted with the drilling, with the clashing. The others around him grossly dressed in one boring mood, he was head to toe in the colours of the universe. He kept calm at first, tapping his foot only lightly.
Only, did that all get stronger and stronger. His face lit up in an acid blue, as if he spat the stuff with his painted teeth. Waves of mood swung around him at their own pace, but he knew he was the center of his own stage.
He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

His head flicked back and forth, flapping his wings in his own secluded circle with chains of dancers orbiting around him. They paid no attention to the lone dancer, for he was mad with his own music.

BbVRROBbvVRRO-

He was screaming when a hand latched around his right arm, pulling him out of his world.

"Now, you've had too much to drink?" A pair of pmandibles moved slowly under the flashing lights, highlighting the Tibrus's soft green eyes. Ned ripped his arm away, hissing.
No, he hadn't that much to drink, he was fine. The colours wouldn't stop circling around his head, and they wouldn't stop for the rest of the night.
He was fine.

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XP count
Fullbody: 11XP
Clean Sketch: 4XP
Rough colouring: 5XP
Simple Shading: 4XP
Abstract Background: 5XP
Event: 10XP
Total = 39XP
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Description

disorientation
Prompt 1: The Festival of a Thousand Lights
0-943N3D_0003
MAY KYR OWN (May's MYO Kyr event!) and TFTL

Meteors smeared against the purple night sky. Most of the low hung shacks that crawled on the sandy flat lands of ISSUE 1 were silent, save for a few. Metallic thumping came from the glowing clubs at the center of the district, which alone would lure any party goer.

On the tip of the iceberg, neon glowing Kyrs clutched hands with each other. Shrieking in delight as they light up the night with all their might, trying to force away darkness.

Ned couldn't remember sifting into the loud hot club, or having the gall to take 2 hours to apply his paints. Not that he would care anyways. He had all the time in the world, especially if it meant coming down to a crowded club in the early hours of the morning. Especially if it meant drinking whilst wrapped with other Kyrs. He was deathly tired of the days under the baking sun, observing or stopping any tensions that rose among the guard's ranks. With the new water and food restrictions, it was also becoming more and more common to see more unfortunate beggars.

BadmBmBadmBadumSkBadmSkBadumSkSkSk

His markings shifted with the drilling, with the clashing. The others around him grossly dressed in one boring mood, he was head to toe in the colours of the universe. He kept calm at first, tapping his foot only lightly.
Only, did that all get stronger and stronger. His face lit up in an acid blue, as if he spat the stuff with his painted teeth. Waves of mood swung around him at their own pace, but he knew he was the center of his own stage.
He knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

His head flicked back and forth, flapping his wings in his own secluded circle with chains of dancers orbiting around him. They paid no attention to the lone dancer, for he was mad with his own music.

BbVRROBbvVRRO-

He was screaming when a hand latched around his right arm, pulling him out of his world.

"Now, you've had too much to drink?" A pair of pmandibles moved slowly under the flashing lights, highlighting the Tibrus's soft green eyes. Ned ripped his arm away, hissing.
No, he hadn't that much to drink, he was fine. The colours wouldn't stop circling around his head, and they wouldn't stop for the rest of the night.
He was fine.

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XP count
Fullbody: 11XP
Clean Sketch: 4XP
Rough colouring: 5XP
Simple Shading: 4XP
Abstract Background: 5XP
Event: 10XP
Total = 39XP
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