Hi guys! A little while ago I finished my longest novel and am terrible at drawing but would like to have some OC art. So!, I am starting a contest for those who like to draw with the Grand prize being 3 ! Second Prize winner will get 1000 and two runner ups will get 500 as well!
I will also be posting (all) the art with artist permission on Wattpad.com in a 52nd chapter as a tribute to all your entries!

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Here are the guidelines of the entry:

1. Read the descriptions below of a few different OC's of mine (including physical appearance, personality, and a scene that features them) and pick one to enter with!

2. You can only do one entry per account
a. One Character= One entry (if this gets enough attention, I will host another contest and
you can chose another character to draw)
b. If you have a linked account, you can use that account to enter your art as well

3. Submissions can be posted on this thread or submitted through a private message
a. Please give a brief description of the drawing (who is featured/involved, what they are doing, any
other information you'd like me to know)
b. If you submit through private message just know if you win, your art will be put up as the entry
winner. I can name you anonymously though, if you would like

3. Characters can be drawn in human or wolf form or both

4. Extra points will be given to those who can add details of the book these OC's are coming from, which can be found here: https: //www.wattpad.com/story/96864672-wolven-wattys2017
a. Adding details does not guarantee a win, but increases your chances significantly
b. THIS PART IS NOT REQUIRED
c. If you chose to do this step, make sure you add your specific detail in your brief description

5. I need at least 8 entries to be able to hold this contest so make sure you spread the word!

6. Contest will close on September 25th so plan accordingly!

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OC #1: Jade
--Physical Appearance: Darkish Auburn hair, green eyes, fair skin, thinly built (wolf fur:black)

--Personality: A party girl who values loyalty as much as she values good humor. She has a sharp tongue but is affectionate to the people she holds close

--Scene: (with Clay)
"I'm sorry," were the guy's words when I turned around to face him in shock. It was not, in fact, John Stevenson, but rather some foreign face I'd never seen before. A ridiculously, outrageously, devastatingly gorgeous face.

"I- uh... for what?" was my dumb-founded response to him. His hand was still clasped around my wrist, but it was warm, and for some reason, was sending thrills up my spine. I was almost lost in the depths of his blue-grey eyes, felling my heart thrum against my chest.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you last night," he answered me. The rough, 'I've-just-woken-up' huskiness of his voice made me quiver in the most embarrassing way. I blinked the embarrassment out of my eyes. "I just drank a bit more than I intended to and things just... happened."

I stared at him, my mouth agape. I had to internally scream at myself to close it. I'd never heard a guy try to apologize for having sex with me before, and I'd had a lot of drunk sex in my high school years.

"It's- no, I mean, it's totally fine," I told him, my voice softer than I meant it to be. I tugged a little bit at my own wrist, but he hadn't let me go. His clear eyes were watching me, searching for... I didn't even know what. All I knew is that his stupid face was so stupidly gorgeous that it was making me all flustered. "It's just sex, no big deal. I should, uh, I should get going though, right?"

His eyes were still searching for something. I pursed my lips at him, not sure what else to say. And then, with a small nod of his head, he seemed to realize he was still holding my wrist. He let me go, a slight look of disappointment crossing his face as he registered my words.

"If you want," he replied.

Those three words made me feel more guilty than Ivy's stern, motherly look ever had in my entire life. He dropped himself from his elbow, his head falling onto the pillow, his eyes still watching me, though the looked a bit more detached than they had a few seconds ago. Suddenly the disappointment that he'd had moments ago was invading my stomach.

"I mean... if you want me to stay, I can stay," I offered, not sure if it was the right thing to say. Half of a smile crept up his lips, lightening his face; a dimple formed in his cheek, and I had to mentally smack myself down.

"If you want," he repeated.

Heat flooded to my face, and my stomach lurched. With vomit or butterflies, I wasn't entirely sure. Either way, I had to know who this guy was.

"What, uh, what is your name, again?" I asked him.

"Clay," he answered with a smile. Oh, god his teeth were so white. How was that possible? I shook myself, nodding with interest.

"Okay, Clay, nice to meet you. I'm Jade," I started. I paused, turning back to face my clothes. "And I, uh... I will stay... for a few minutes, I guess. But I'm going to get dressed again because... this is kind of uncomfortable."

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OC #2: Clay
--Physical Appearance: black hair, grey-blue eyes, olive skin (wolf: grey)

--Personality: A loyal Alpha through and through. Always tries to do what's best for himself and his pack but can sometimes get swept up in his personal desires

--Scene: (with his parents)
"Your mother told me about the human, Clay," my father began again. I felt my face grow hot. Fear spiked through my veins; it was impossible to bring myself to look at his face. "I would have thought you'd know better."

"Dad, I-"

"You have two weeks to say goodbye to her," he told me. My blood went cold. I hadn't expected him to sound so angry about it. "We'll be moving again after that. Gull is going to try and find the location of the Valley. Hopefully there will be someplace for us to settle down there."

"What? Are you serious?" I spluttered. "The Valley?" I looked at my mother in hopes that she'd understand how crazy Pa sounded. She merely watched me with her intense eyes. "We don't even know if that exists. Dad- we have to stop running."

"We are not keeping the pack in danger just to appease your selfish fantasy with this human, Clay," my mother snapped. "I told you that first morning not to involve yourself with her. If you chose to ignore me, that is not my fault."

"This isn't about the human," I told them. "It's not. We can't keep running from the problem. Someone out there is after us. We can't hope some mythological werewolf haven is real. We have to do something. We have to find out who it is."

My father was looking me over. The gears in his head were turning. My mother looked up at him, suddenly unsure as to what he was going to say.

"You have two weeks," he finally said. "Two weeks to find the killer. And then we move." He turned to leave, but stopped to look over his shoulder. "Just be careful, Clay."

Then he disappeared down the hall. After a moment, my mother followed him.

As I closed the door, I sighed to myself. It made sense that since I was the one to come up with the idea, the responsibility would lay on my shoulders. Now I had to find a way to get results.

And I had to figure out what to do about Jade.

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OC #3: Flint
--Physical Appearance: sandy blonde hair, green eyes (wolf: black)

--Personality: a sort of cocky but compassionate kid, a little too careless for his own good, likes to fool around and joke with his friends but knows when to take things seriously

--Scene: (with Clay and Jade)
I was about to take off again when I heard another window roll down. I turned to see who it was, and was slightly irked to see the face of the guy who'd been taunting Tristan. At least a little bit of satisfaction came from seeing the slight redness over his left eye.

"Tell me something," he said, half-leaning out the window. "Is your boyfriend always so quick to throw a fit?" The window was starting to roll up again. Flint looked over at Clay in shock, and then shoved Clay's hand away from the control thing on the front door, and then rolled his window back down. "C'mon, man. I'm just asking."

Clay rolled his eyes, but didn't try to shut Flint up again. He was averting his gaze from my own.

"Tristan isn't my boyfriend," I told Flint. He shrugged, flashing me a white smile. I frowned at him. "He's not. We just... I mean, we're close. We've been through a lot together. But he's not my boyfriend."

"Sure, sure," Flint nodded. "But that doesn't answer my question."

"Oh," I huffed, feeling my face go red. "Uh, yeah. Yes, he's got a bit of a temper. It's kind of his thing. That's why he likes football so much. He can just... take out his anger on the ball. Or something."

Flint chuckled, clearly satisfied with my answer.

"Alright, alright," he crooned, leaning back in his seat. He glanced at the others in the car. Four of them were squished in the back seat: two other boys and another girl. All of them were watching me with equally wary expressions. "He certainly is a piece of work, I'll tell you that. Throws like a motherfu-"

"Flint," Clay snapped. "Knock it off. Christ."

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