Write a Letter, win a Shrieker. (Ended)

[Ambaaargh]

Oh! Hello There!

So the story behind the wyrm I've nicknamed Pocky up there.
At Anthrocon my friend Kv1nn4 pulled an egg for me and got this red shrieker gal. Now, anyone who knows me knows I'm not really the gal known for shriekers. At all. So while I was debating about what to do with this gal...the terrible tragedy of transit managed to really badly bust up her ear. So Kv1nn4 took her to D at FAU where D was able to repair her ear with the super fancy metal barding you see there.

Better Pic of Pocky Here
Full Body Pic Here

Now, I've been in double conundrum because I got a squirm full of nibble-faced anglers over here and it just doesn't feel like the right place for this ladyface. But I don't really want to just sell or trade her away. It just doesn't feel right to me. SO THUS THE WRITE TO POCKY EVENT HAS BEEN BORN.

The Dealio
This is a free to enter, free to win thing. I'm willing to pay the shipping to send her out to whoever gets her. The catch is well...to enter you got to write a letter(and by write I mean just post the letter in this thread) to Pocky saying why you would like her to join your squirm. You can write it as yourself, you can write it as one of your wyrms, you can include photos of the wyrms she'll be possibly hanging out with. Or photos of the place you plan to have her nestle in as her new home. Got a potential boyfriend or gal-pal in mind for her, include that too. Don't have any wyrms at all? That's fine too. Got a bushel of them? Also good. The whole gimmick is you gotta convince this gal why your place is the place to be.

Basically the "judging" is whichever letter strikes my silly headcanon for this gal's fancy, is gonna be the home she's gonna want to go to and will be the home I mail her out to.

Folks have until November 30th to write their letters. And on December 1st the winner will get selected and I'll mail her out so she can hopefully arrive before Christmas. I figure that way folks have enough time to write something and not feel like they need to rush out an overnight college essay deadline.

Things to note
The metal bracing is not a trait. It is just a creative repair from D due to her ear originally getting damaged.
I live in Canada, which means shipping can sometimes be a slow and tedious mailing process cause Canada Post hates happiness and all that is happiness. Especially around Christmas. XD
She hasn't been registered and has all her breedings (her card and egg will be going with her obviously) so you can re-name her whatever you wish really.
Keep in mind if you win I'm gonna need your shipping address.

So that's about it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. All in all I mostly just wanted to do something fun and friendly for the wyrm peeps and find a nice home for this squigglet. Thanks for reading and good luck to everyone who enters!
-Ambaaargh

[ShadraAvro]

In the mail you receive a crumbled looking envelope. It has some cricket legs sticking out of it...a photo is enclosed along with a piece of paper that has some smooshed cricket bits on the outside. (gross!) You shake it off and read the letter. The hand writing looks like it was done by a quill pen. (It's actually done by a shrieker's stinger dipped in ink.)



Pocky,
YOoooooooooooOOoooo! (What a cool thing to say, eh?) The name's Shanks. Look I am the biggest, baddest shrieker around. Ask that Key wimp and he'll tell you. (Don't be too mean though...he's kind of cute???) I think you should come live with me. I have a pretty sizeable territory here.

My handler moves between states pretty often for this 'school' business so I've got two whole states worth of stuff that is allll mine. How rad! I'm willing to share it if you don't touch my meal worms. In exchange you can have every spider you come across. They're pretty nasty to me but I hear from Key a lot that they're crunchy. (Maybe we can season them up? I saw some hot spicy powder labeled Dragonfyre in a shaker.)

Anyway I will be -super offended- if you don't choose us. What shrieker can resist loads of snacks, a large place to roam, and quite frankly the coolest shrieker's company? Truth be told I'm just kind of lonely. Our squirm's got a lot of these prissy forest wyrms and they're just not my speed. ...Plus if you ever get hurt again we have a silver tesla here who is saying he is uh familiar with the new workings on your ear. He could keep you spruced up.

So how 'bout it?
Grumpily yours,
Shanks

PS: We both have white eyes. Not those weird green ones. How awesome are WE?
PPS: My handler says she 'sculpted' you whatever that means...

[Xiyaka Hex]

In the mail you find simple envelope and open to find a simple letter with little drawings all over it with styles ranging from childish doodle to a well-drawn wyrm with what looks like it has stars on his head. You open the letter to see written in pen with pretty plain letters and at the end is a little doodle of you, also there are photos of a couple of wyrms that have fallen out.

Dear Pocky,
Hello my name is Nebluar, I am a one of a kind Galactic Wyrm and I also help my handler out with her art. We would enjoy it if you could come live with our Squirm. We are a pretty small and laid back Squirm. It’s not lonely though because it’s not just us though, our handler always creating new companions. The ones who stick around is a large dragon and a couple of small ones, as well as one with a lot of fluff.
I should introduce the others in here… Well first is our fearless leader Ivy the High Mountain Scout Growler, she may seem grouchy and angry but she’s actually very protective of us. FrostBite the Glacier Eater and Julius the Growler love anything that involves having fun from hide and seek, to playing a weird game with cards and dice. Then there’s Leon Shade the Angler, He’s a bit of a hot head a and constantly boasts that he can easily beat Ivy and take the lead even though the instant Ivy shows up he is hiding, unless it’s to stand up for Angel. Speaking of which Angel the Qui-Lin, He’s very shy but he’s very sweet and kind. If you’re having a really bad day he will try in all his might to make it better. Next is Kaila the Jiao-Di, she is the Squirms little beauty, she spends most of the day grooming herself or pestering our handler to groom her to keep her white fluff shiny and clean. Though she is the best to go to if you need someone to talk to. Lastly is my self Nebluar the Galactic Wyrm, as I stated before I help my handler out with her art. I also spend my time researching anything that sounds interesting when I get the chance so if you need some information on something I’ll happily look it up for you.
That’s our squirm nothing to exciting and most of the time our handler is home if you need her. Like I said we are a really laid back Squirm, but spend a lot of time having fun time. So we would love it for you to join us, if not we can understand… well most of us would…

Respectfully,
Nebluar the Galactic Wyrm

[Aurilyn]

A letter arrives the envelope is torn, are those teeth marks?, Stained Red in places, Is it blood? No wait its berry paint, what the heck? Pulling out the letter you find it written in red ink? Or is that more berry paint? Who takes the time to make berry paint ink? Touching the paint numbs your fingers.

Ah arn't ya a fine figure of a lass, Red as the berries used to make my warpaint. They call me Ruaidhri, or since most of mae squirm is a batch of weaklins Rory, Ah but what can ya do. I dwell in a quiet place. And could use your assistance to livin it up a wee bit. The human has a fondness for those annoyin growlers and I'm a touch out numbered since that son of a stone Conall got his nose where it wasn't wanted. He and I don't see eye to eye. Most of the squirm is quiet and peace lovin, Easy to boss around and control. With a lovly lass like you to help me I'm bettn we could have command of this territory right quick. The only true threat is that lazy Popcorn munchin Varric. But he's been distracted by his offspring flirting with the artic boy. There's also Mal A fellow after my own heart, the human sometimes calls him Teath, on a count of his fierce smile. He and I have a truce for the time bein, But with you my Beauty, I won't have to worry about him. For what can stand against us working as a team. Ya seem a brave warrior lass and I greatly admire that ya went so hard into battle that you ended up graced with a fine warriors wound in that lovely silver banding. I like a lady who can handle her self in a proper scrap.
The Human tends to go out of town a lot 'workin' conventions and she's smart enough to take a lot of us along. Honestly who was protectin the silly human before I got here? So ya will see lots of new places and faces, 'Saria even has a bit of a fanclub around some cons. Shes pretty enough but nothing near to your beauty. Ah am allowing mae self to get off topic, Sorry bout that Lass. Mae home is yours should ya decide ta Grace me with your lovely being. First choice of meals and lair space are your once we have full control of the squirm.

I eagerly await your word.
Ruaidhri of the Blue Mountains.

[Verdana]

[ This letter comes in a brown envelope. Someone has evidently taken great care to address it and make it attractive. The script on the outside is in a meticulously careful and attractive hand (or, perhaps, tail). However, it has clearly travelled a very long way. Its corners are bent. It is dusty, and smells faintly of the sea. However, the letter inside is undamaged. It shows the same careful script as the envelope, in dark blue calligrapher's ink. A pressed flower, faded red and smelling of sweet spice and faraway places, slips out of the envelope, and comes to rest on the first line of the letter.


It is addressed: To the Lady in Red. ]

Here is to say
Hello and good day
From South Africa’s moteliest squirm!
We’re a bit of a mess
And in quite some distress
So we’re seeking one dominant wyrm
With the strong disposition
To make it her mission
To order our ramshackle crew.
Without any preamble
We are taking a gamble:

Please; we’re looking for someone like you.

We’ve a growler named Vula
Who thinks she’s our ruler
And she bosses and fusses all day.
There’s never a second
(Least, that’s what we reckon)
She’s not set on getting her own way.
She’s all grumble and gripe
But quite full of tripe –
Never fear, it’s all a display.
What we need is a queen
To pull rank with a scream!

A queen just a little like you.

The teaspoons are fine
To be kept well in line
They are small and quite affable sorts.
But the swirlsnout is prone
To hogging the phone
With calls to the she-wyrms he courts.
The tesla pulls rank
By playing a prank -
Cuts the power so the calls are cut short.
Can you see how it ends?
We were once such good friends!
But now bickering’s all I report.
We need someone with spine
To keep us in line

Someone with guts – just like you.

The mules are malicious
The tunneler capricious
The leaf-crawler is inclined to despair.
The hybrid’s so grumpy
That the leaper gets jumpy
Every time he gets fixed in her glare.

What we need is a boss
Who – with minimal fuss –
Will step in and bring order anew.
She must have a good head
Be preferably red
And stick with us until we pull through.
I think you will agree
If you read through my plea
With the conclusion I have come to:
The one thing we’re missing
Is the shrieking and hissing

Of a beautiful lady like you.


Yours sincerely
Khan

[Flicka]

You walk to your mailbox like any other day, that is until you feel a cold chill down your neck. You can't fathom what it is but you hesitate to check you're mail. That is until you work up you're courage, cracking the lid slightly you peer in to only discover to your surprise it's empty. Shrugging and rubbing your neck in confusion and bewilderment you could've swore that you were expecting mail today, you turn to return to you're house only to make it half-way there before something un-expected happens.

All you see in your field of vision is a black shape coming at you quickly before it takes up your entire vision. You have no time to react to the on-coming object or thing invading your personal space. THWAK! It collides with your face, making you see stars and your world swirling as you fall backwards in shock onto your rump. It made a sharp shrieking noise of shock as well when it collided with you, you realize as you try to re-gain your bearings. Shaking your head to reset you're perception, you realize whatever collided with you was on you and not only that that it was making angry chirping noises. Your vision settles on the fluffy form of a pitch black wyrm, who is now cursing at you. That somewhat reminds you of.. your brain and body pauses with horror at realizing you just angered a Shrieker, but not just any Shrieker you accidently run into the evening mail wyrm. Glaring at you with his yellow pools he spat out a chewed up and torn letter on you're frozen frame before shrilly screaming to get revenge hopping off your leg and escaping into the night air before you could throw something at the clever old codger.

Staring off after him in a daze, you glance down at what he left behind. Wondering what on earth just happened? Saying to yourself you must have the worst case of bad luck... You poke at the holes in the envelope wondering what happened to it or if it was caused by the begrudging male shrieker. Slowly you open it, when your curiousity over-takes you. You find the letter is chewed up pretty badly too, and there's even some pieces of the paper missing. The tell tale signs of drool stains you're all too familiar with, you can clearly tell it came from someone who has carnivores lurking about. You can see small letters and words written in sloppy yet in cursive hand-writing, basically meaning it's a pain to decipher. It reads...

Dear strange flying scary bat thing,

You don't know me, and I don't know you! But what I do know is we must align to defeat the soft fluffy ones who are usurping my territory from me and my clan. We are in need of your mighty screech and long-winded lungs, to take back our home! You are our only hope! Our warriors have failed to plunder and re-claim our abode, and they weren't really the same ever again.... rambling of knowledge or whatever... But they now out-number us 6-4. In-exchange for your highly experienced sevices as a fellow warrior we offer to you your own territory where none shall dare tread or my name isn't Snaggle the II! Here are what these foul fancy-pants vermin looking like. They have pointy defense mechanisims on their skulls perfect for defending against our sharp onslaught of teeth! A large feather, dependant upon the rank they hold in their society the feather may be plain jane or as bright and colorful as a sultan's feather. Their fur is white like the first snow of winter. Can you believe these freaks? Moving in on our territory? I mean what good is our hunting grounds to them? They don't even look like they have teeth except for the strange looking ones... they look almost familiar... MEH!

It's not like they eat anything that we do. We just don't like them! Please help us.
~signed Snaggle The II



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[SandySchreiber]

The letter appears in a puff of brimstone-scented smoke. The carefully folded parchment is slightly burnt around the edges. Opening it, you find a carefully-worded document....

"My Dear Lady...
I have noted your predicament and offer my help in solving it. You have been terribly abused by the world at large--Oh, the horrors you must have endured! Unwanted, unloved, you seek to better your lot.
I make you this offer: Come, join my squirm. It currently consists of myself and my faithful and adoring minion, Chernobyl. I am seeking more loyal subjects to build my power base, and I know you would fit right in. Your wounds make you appear to be a winner of many battles, and if I may use the current vernacular...'bad-ass'.
Together, we could overturn the balance of power that these other 'nature spirits' have skewed towards the light. It is time for some darkness...it is time for you to join me in my plans.
Of course you are asking 'What's in it for me?' (And who wouldn't?) The answer, my dear, is power! You would share in the tribute I receive from the hapless wyrms who come seeking my...blessings. With this tribute, you can buy your way into the powerful circles of shriekers, growlers, and more. Bribes go a long way amongst the common masses.
The many other wyrms in my human household are content with 'fun' and 'sweetness'...even the growlers! They listen to that prissy Phoenix, K'Sandra, and are happy to go on trips with the human handler. I sit above her art table and watch her as she draws. I offer criticism whenever possible. It annoys her, I know. Chernobyl joins me in this endeavor. You could, too. I have a place ready for you...
Just sign here...."

Below this paragraph you see a dotted line, red and glowing.......

[Tora]

A yellowing piece of smudged paper is sitting on your table. On closer examination, the smudges appear to be engine grease, along with a smattering of metal filings. When you unfold the paper three things fall out- two pictures and a small pouch. You open the pouch and immediately regret it as several varieties of insect make their escape. While the bugs hide in various hard-to-reach corners of your house, you read the letter written on the paper in two very different scripts. The first part looks scratched out in a hurry, and reads…..



Hi miss! Wow, I’m so excited I don’t even know where to start. Ummm…. Hi again! My name’s Berry. I live here in this really nice place with my brothers and sisters and dad, who you may have heard of already, ‘cuz Daddy always talks about a lady called Shanks and I think she wrote to you? And she sounds like she doesn’t really like Daddy and he doesn’t really like her but they always send each other gifts and I thought that might be a good idea when I was talking to you, so I went and got you a lot of really good bugs that we can catch all over here. Anyway my sisters told me that everyone’s trying to make you come live with them, but you should TOTALLY come live with us! Daddy is really super great and he’s the best at catching spiders and always makes sure my brothers aren’t really mean to me. And my sisters and me all think that you and Daddy would be just so great together! We all have moms too but they’re all so far away and we miss having moms and Eden is so nice to us all, but we would love to have our very own Shrieker mom, and Pep and Trance and I all think you’d be the best mom EVER especially Trance because she says then she wouldn’t be the odd one out anymore, whatever that means... Oh! Also we heard about your ear and we’ve got friends here who can totally take care of it for you! They’re super good at fixing stuff and one of them wants to tell you herself so I’m gonna let her write some stuff now and I REALLY SUPER HOPE you come live with us! Bye and I hope you liked the present!

The second part is written in a blocky and artificial fashion, like it was written out with a typewriter….



Salutations, prospective new squirm member. My name is Fourree and I am the alpha of the Teslas currently in residence here. We are an accomplished and efficient team, with many successful works to our names. Our current projects should interest you, given your species- we are currently creating devices to keep a High Mountain Growler in her place, vis a vis shock-and-awe tactics. An ambitious project, to be sure, but one which has so far promised exceptional results, from which our entire squirm has so far benefited. In our experience, Shriekers have been rather welcome additions, as your wyrmkind have allowed us to work in peace while keeping away those wyrms who could possibly cause disastrous interference with our projects, in exchange for insect-catching devices of our design. Currently Key, our resident Shrieker male, has been invaluable in reigning in a recently arrived and rather overzealous wyvern where out projects are concerned. But I digress. I understand that you have had repair work done by other Teslas on an injury sustained in your travels. If you should so choose to take up residence with us, then I and my Teslas can assure you that we will provide you with the absolute best maintenance of said repairs a wyrm could ask for. They’ll work better than new for as long as you have them. We hope you will consider our offer and look forward to your choice.

[Moongara]

A letter arrives, neatly rolled up in an embossed leather scroll case. Along with the letter, pictures of a rural area, assorted Texas insects and crickets in an office building are also rolled up and fall out as you unroll the letter. The letter is neatly typed on a parchment type paper with an intricate scroll work design around the edge in gold. It reads...

Dear Pocky, the red Shrieker,
I am Shar'sha, the scribe to our great queen, Tiri.
She has tasked me with writing to you about our
Squirm and to ask you to join it.

Personally I would love to have you join our Squirm,
and help out as our herald. As much as I love being
Tiri's scribe, my voice is very tiny and it is hard
for the Squirm to hear so you would be much
appreciated as a herald and maker of announcements.
Our handler has mentioned that she would ask you to help her
get her mate up sometimes, since I am quite sure a
Shrieker can be louder than his rather unhelpful
alarm. It would be a great help to our handler.

Our handler is a wonderful handler. She takes good
care of us and makes sure we have all we could want
in terms of food. She also makes sure we have plenty
of things to enrich our lives, including books,
things to play with, and access to educational sites
on something she calls the internet. I particularly
like the books on planes, since they have pretty
pictures of neat flying tricks. We also have
wonderful art to look at...our handler is in the
process of setting up an art gallery especially for
Tiri and all the gifts she recieves from those
seeking royal babies.

We and our handler live in a place that has a lovely
climate that results in lots of interesting bugs to
hunt. Our handler's work place gets invaded by
crickets every year, so you would have all the
crickets you could want.

I know Shriekers love to be loud. I also know our
handler would love having you at work to help guard
her desk and raise the alarm if anyone tried to steal
any of her prized writing utensils. (From what I have
been told by Tiri who did that job for a very long
time, any pen is much prized where she works, which I
find very strange but that is what our queen says so
it must be true) So you can be loud all day at her
work place and then come back and have a nice calm
place to sleep.

Our Squirm is relatively quiet and calm. Tiri insists
it stays that way. While we have a fair number of
Growlers in the Squirm, they are all respectful and
calm. Along with the Growlers, our Squirm has many
other wyrms, canines, felines, avians, mules, Teslas
and others. It is a very calm, intelligent, curious group
...except for the Bloodwing and one ill-tempered Leaf
Crawler but they have their own little lair in a corner of our
handler's house. We all live in a set of book
shelves and have the run of our handler's house...she
has two cats but they are very respectful of us.

We have other friends too. A Hellhound named Cer who
is very fond of Reth and Hatshepsut, one of the
female Growlers in the Squirm, and a strange looking
Foo Dog named Minara. They are both very nice to us
as are all the other interesting critters that share
our house.

Another great thing about our Squirm is that our
handler makes things for us. Beautiful beaded,
jeweled collars, lovely warm blanets, pillows,
costume pieces (mostly masks so far) and other things
that make our lives better.

We also get to travel to events. I don't like
traveling to events myself but one of our canines, a
history fiend of a Golden Jackal named Rommel, Reth,
a very skittish Growler who likes to be attached to
our handler and the Teslas in our Squirm have all
been to various events, conventions, Renfaires and
other events. Reth always complains about being in a
car but the little bit of traveling I have done, I
have never found being in a car a problem.

I very much hope you choose to come and join our
wonderful Squirm.

Most sincerely,
Shar'sha,
Scribe To The Unseelie Queen Tiri

[Aurorous]

You receive in the mail a padded manila envelope. Well, it’s sort of padded. It’s lined on the inside with bubble wrap but almost every bubble has bite marks on it, rendering it useless. You open it and turn it upside down and about fifteen candied crickets fall out, some whole and some in pieces. Upon sampling, you discover that they are not ordinary candied crickets; they are candied with both sugar AND maple syrup and have a pinch of cinnamon and nutmeg flavor. How appropriate for the season. When you can pull yourself away from the goodies you go back to the envelope and take out a letter. It seems to be written on what was once a pristine piece of plain white paper, but it now has lots of teeth marks along the edges and is crumpled slightly as if it was fought over before it was finally shoved into the envelope. The handwriting at the beginning is quite ragged and uneven. You begin reading.

Hey there Pocky, my name is Bruce and I rule the roost around here. We shriekers are number one in this squirm, no questions asked. There are eleven of us after all! What wyrm or handler do you know that would say no to these choppers?



Those are the teeth of an alpha, and with me on your side you’ll be living the life. I know you’ll fit in here. That metal barding of yours? Now that’s hardcore. You’re obviously the rough and tough type we love around here. We shriekers have got our “handler” Aurorous wrapped around our stingers, and if you become a part of our group you soon will too! Aurorous is a maned wolf and an alchemist, which has turned out to be very useful for us. Take Hank, for instance:



Hank is the biggest spider I’ve ever seen, and probably the dumbest too. He belonged to Kai, another handler, and took a liking to Aurorous at Anthrocon this year. Kai let him go to Aurorous to be her pet, and here we see why he is not very smart: he climbed right onto her arm while she was covered in us hungry shriekers. You can imagine what happened next, Aurorous lost quite a few tufts of fur. Lucky for us, in all the commotion Hank jumped into Aurorous’s box of alchemy supplies and after bathing in who knows what came out with the ability to regenerate his body parts. Do you realize what this means? UNLIMITED FOOD! As long as we leave one tiny part of him behind he will grow back to his whole, pea-brained self in a few minutes. He’s got quite a nice flavor to him, and is very easy to trick into jumping into a bowl of sugar or jam if you’ve got a sweet tooth.

And if that’s not enough food for you, check out the sample of candied crickets I sent! Our backyard is full of crickets, and if we catch them and bring them to her Aurorous will prepare them to our exact specifications. She calls the batch she made for you “Fall Flavors”, I call it delicious!

Now, onto our plan of total clan domination. Led by me of course, we shriekers will stage a coup where we—

The sentence abruptly ends and is followed by lots of jagged lines; it is obvious there was a fight over the pen here. The handwriting changes where the writing picks up again. It’s much neater than the previous writing, but was obviously written in a hurry.

Hi there, Pocky! This is Aurorous, your prospective new handler! Bruce has told you most of what you need to hear but I wanted to tell you myself how much I hope you will choose our humble squirm. In honor of your namesake I am currently working on a recipe for Shrieker Pocky! While it is still in the works, I imagine the final product to be a large stick insect dipped in a sticky candy flavor of your choice (chocolate, caramel, fruit, or whatever suits your fancy) and then rolled in cricket nymphs. I’ve got eleven taste testers here so you can be assured that they will be perfected by the time you arrive should you decide to make your home here.

Best wishes,
Aurorous

You are about to grab the envelope in your fangs to drag it to the trash when you notice something else inside. A bright yellow sticky note is poking out of the top. You pull it out and read it. The writing looks like it’s trying very hard to be neat but unfortunately it is not doing a very good job.

Pocky, I write this note with haste. Your picture is absolutely stunning and you are most certainly the most beautiful shrieker I have ever seen. I can only imagine how much more beautiful you must be in person. Choose our squirm as your home and I will show you how a shrieker of your magnificence should be treated. I think the two of us are meant to be, and can wreak much havoc if our strengths are combined. I look forward to your reply.

-Columbine

What’s this? This mystery Casanova has included a picture of himself.



This package sure has left you a lot to think about. You gather up your candied crickets and head off to find a quiet spot to ponder what you’ve just read.