This is the comparison pic of all the forms of this adoptable project.
And below, all the RP-like responses we exchanged with the winner. It was a lot of fun for both of us :D
Cursive/bold text are Rexy's responses.
Orion belongs to  rexy535
Great thanks to  tricksterd for proofreading my part!

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"Come here, people! Come and look!", a small brown dog shouted loudly, getting your attention briefly from a small crowd of other colorfully clothed tradesmen of the city marketplace you decided to visit today on a whim. "Look what I have here, in my hands... an egg! But not a regular egg, oh no... Don't let the ordinary appearance fool you, as a mistake like that could very well cost your life. It's a treasure of my latest, dangerous journey to faraway lands and an unique souvenir from a city of legends. You see, for my latest journey I traveled alone to very distant place, far, far to the North, looking for the treasures of forsaken ice kingdom of Burushitia. I wandered through the snowy plains in blood-freezing, merciless blizzards for weeks, looking for the ruins with the little bits of not entirely reliable hints and info I had, gambling greatly on whether I'll be able to ever find anything, and if it the legendary kingdom ever existed in this world in the first place. I'm a dog who just loves gambling. I love uncertainty and surprises, whether it is in adventure or life. Mostly, because I'm a lucky guy. I wouldn't have enough fingers and toes to count all the instances my life was saved purely by the struck of good luck. Lady Luck just seems to really like me. And yeah, that time, in the snowy field, with only small pieces of unreliable hints, I managed to find the legendary city, gentlemen! I found the desolate Kingdom of Ice and saw so much gold and jewels there I wouldn't be able to take a half of it even if I had a horse and a big cart with me. It was a view worth going through the blizzards for, definitely... And the city's castle was the most marvelous of it all. I wandered around it for a whole day, putting the noblest valuables into my small travelling bag, and finally decided to leave the ruins when my bag was full. It was a successful journey and I was satisfied with what I saw and took for myself. But, when I was about to leave, I decided I really want to sit on the king's Throne for at least one time before leaving. I sat, then... but despite being crafted for the most royal ass, the throne was surprisingly uncomfortable to me. I reached under my butt and felt that I was sitting right on something small and hard. I stood up and noticed this egg lying on the soft throne pillow. The sight surprised me quite a bit. What did an egg do in a spot like that, and how was it possible that a professional tomb raider like me could miss a treasure sitting right on the king's throne? I knew there was something special about this egg, so I took it and hid in my own coat's pocket, so it wouldn't crack among all the golden junk. I decided to examine it later, at home. And so, I started walking out of the city, to finally put an end to my journey...".

The small doggy took a small moment to take a breath and continued. "But,just as I was reaching the exit of the city a loud, terrifying roar shook the cold air cracking the ice on the buildings walls into tiny webs. I turned back in fear and saw a huge, powerful creature with a thick blue mane of ice rushing at me, baring its ivory teeth and making deep rims in the marble road with its shining claws as it ran at me. I started running away with all I had, but I knew I couldn't outrun it. However, as an experienced ruin plunderer, I knew that some tomb guardian beasts could be distracted by giving back some of the stolen treasures back to the dead. I had no idea if that could be the case here, but in fear of my life I threw some of the gold and jewels behind me, hoping to bribe the monster with that. I didn't feel bad a single bit that time about throwing treasures away. While I love gold, I treasure my own furry skin even more, believe me. Unfortunately, the beast seemed to like it just as much as I did and it kept chasing me without even glancing at the shiny things for a single moment. Seeing that, I threw away the whole heavy bag that was slowing me down and started sprinting away between the ruined buildings, slipping through bigger cracks in the walls in an attempt to lose the furious monster. It was a crazy, intense pursuit, with me slipping away like a mouse through the rocks and ice, and the massive beast ripping away the obstacles with its deadly claws, roaring loudly with deep echoes shaking through the dead city. For a moment I feared if I would be able to see the next day... it was one of those times when I could really feel the presence of death chasing me, wanting to end my precious life. It's the time when I feel the most alive, really. And the time when my mind and body work to its real limits. As you can see me right here alive... I managed to escape the beast. After hours of fleeing I finally escaped the ruins while the monster still roared furiously amongst the ice-bound rocks and stones. I lost the treasures, but kept my life. I felt satisfied with that alone."

The small dog smiled, glancing briefly at you and other people gathered around him and held the small egg in his hand higher again. "I lost everything except of this egg. The time the blue monster started chasing me, I completely forgot about the egg resting in my coat's pocket, separated from the rest of the treasures. It should had been pretty obvious to me, but I was too dumbed down by fear to realise that the beast was after the egg, not the gold. I got this egg examined and I know what kind of creature it is now. Listen up..." The dog stared at the egg for a moment in silence. "There are some species of animals that can fit into living in various different environments. Humans are especially well known for that. Wherever you go, there are humans somewhere in that place. They have weak bodies, but their minds and tools let them conquer harsh natural conditions. They fit their mind to their environment. This is the way they adapt. However, this beast...", the dog poked at the egg, "...fits its own physique to the conditions around it as it grows, as well as to the food it devours in its life. And it can feed on about anything. Its parent was huge, dangerous and with rich blue mane of ice, but that's only because it grew in the frozen city and probably devoured ice... along with unlucky treasure hunters, I guess. It is said that if one of its kind hatches in volcano's magma, it will be born with red mane of fire. If it feeds on sea creatures, it will be able to live in the sea as well. While humans use their flexible mind to survive, this monster's species uses its extremely flexible physique to fit in. It is the ultimate survivalist of the animal kingdom. And...", the small brown canine sighed, "...I've come here today to sell this treasure. To the right person, for the right price. It's hard for me to part with the only treasure I managed to bring from my last journey, but I honestly can't afford to take care of a monster. I want it to go into good hands, that will appreciate the ownership over this fascinating creature." The canine tradesman gulped nervously and took a deep breath. "Well then, gentlemen, I stand here and offer you the egg of the monster from the ruins of North. A unique item you will probably not be able to get anywhere else in this country. Let us start the auction, then. The starting bid is two hundred and..."

"Liar!", an old vixen granny holding a fluffy white chicken shouted just beside you.

"...w...wha...?", the small doggy gasped wide-eyed and stared at the fox lady blushing.

"He's lying! It's not a monster egg, it's just a regular chicken egg!", the granny exclaimed and held the white chicken high in her hands. "He goes from a town to town and sells out the same story every time. I bought one from him half a year ago and this chicken hatched, not a monster!".

The chicken clucked.

"N... no, it's real, I swear! I've got it from the frozen ruins! I wasn't selling any eggs in other cities! I've never seen this lady!", the dog exclaimed in panic, blushing visibly under his brown fur.

"Your story doesn't even have any sense, mutt. A kingdom so far to the North that deadly blizzards blow there all the time? How could anyone maintain a big city in conditions like that? And you went wandering around in snow fields, looking for ruins completely alone? Are you out of your mind?"

"Well... maybe the city is so old it was built in times when the climate there was different... or they helped themselves with magic..."

"Bullshit! I tell you, my seven years old granddaughter would come up with a more coherent story than this one. You should find yourself an honest job like a good mutt and stop with your shameless frauds. It's pitiful.", the vixen spat at the dog's foot in disdain and went away, rising the chicken high again. "Anyway, who wants to buy this chicken?"

People around looked at the small doggy in contempt and the small crowd started to thin down rapidly. The poor canine only stood and looked around wide-eyed and blushing, almost crying. People kept walking away, and yet you stayed and waited, for some reason. You, and a handful of others. Whether it was just to look at the fraud's reaction for a bit longer, or maybe because of some deeper reasons, the few of you did not leave like other did.

Finally, the canine looked at you and started calmly. "...it is not a lie. All I said was true. It's not a chicken egg. I've never seen that granny... I swear on all that is important to me... on bacon...", the doggy whimpered and looked at the egg in his hand. "...but I guess it will be hard to convince you with words alone now... I need to sell this egg soon, though, it won't take much longer for it to hatch. I cannot keep it with me any longer. Since you guys stayed here, maybe one of you will take it? The starting bid is five dollars.", the brown doggy smiled reluctantly, rising the egg high for all to see.

[the auction took place here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14284674/ ]

The time passed awfully slowly for the dog holding his egg on display and nobody really being eager to make a bid for it. For a moment, you yourself considered saving the pitiful creature by making the starting bid and taking the egg from him, since he wanted to get rid of it so much, even if it would turn out to be a scam in the end. And it probably would. The egg really looked like a regular chicken one, the size, the color tone, everything. And the scene made by the old vixen only proved it. It became pretty obvious what the egg was and anyone still believing in the story of the forsaken city would be plainly naive. That's what all those people that left thought while walking away. That's what any logically thinking person would do in that situation.

And yet, you didn't leave. Nor did the rest of the small group still surrounding the self-proclaimed treasure hunter. You yourself weren't sure what really was your reason for you staying there. Was it that you still hoped for the adventure story to be true? Or was it just to observe the reaction of the revealed scammer still trying desperately to keep his farce? Honestly, you didn't enjoy watching the dog struggling like that and wanted to make the starting bid to end the whole scene finally, but you also knew that it wasn't a fair thing to pay for something that had so much pointing to being a scam. Whatever the rest of the group thought, no one said a word while staring at the dog and the egg he held. The abashed canine started to slowly lower his hand and glancing to the side, like he considered giving up and leaving the marketplace. However, suddenly...

"I will take it. Five from me.", a green avian behind you said calmly, rising his colorfully featered arm. You looked at him in surprise and a slight appreciation. It was good to see somebody willing to end that pitiful scene at the expense of his own few coins. However, to your even greater surprise, even though you expected to see a an indifferent and maybe a little tired look on his face, you noticed a sparkle of fascination and curiosity in the bird's golden eyes instead. He seemed almost hypnotized, with his sight fixated on the small egg. Could it be... that he really believed the story and hoped for the egg to be a monster one?

"I'll give ten for it!", you heard a gray wolf shout and saw him smirking lightly while he glanced around, tapping his iron-plated boot at the pavement, like waiting for another participants response. It started to be weird to you now. The initial bid was more than enough for a regular chicken egg, and someone still wanted to rise the bid, like really wanting to get a hold of it. Like he fooled himself that it is something more than a chicken egg and hoped for the small doggy's story to be true... about a mysterious monster egg from a forgotten frozen city full of treasure. The creature that can eat ice and grow a frozen mane... or eat lava and become a blazing demon... and who knows what else could be done with it! A powerful, fascinating beast like that... would be something worth any price, if only it was real. However, it's a fine thing to believe in mysteries and wonders of this world, but it's stupid to dwell in them and lose the contact with reality. And the gray wolf did exactly that. He let the dog to take an advantage of his naivety and let himself be tricked like a daydreaming child. And so would anyone else still willing to outbid that.

"Fifteen!", you heard a shout and noticed in surprise that your own hand shot up to make the bid. You just bid for the egg by the sudden impulse, before giving your mind a chance to stop you because of how obviously stupid it was. Right after you did, you started to regret doing that right away. You knew how dumb was what you did, but for some reason you did it anyway. Why... why did you do that!?

"Forty!", a powerfully looking, green and red dragon exclaimed, rising his scaly hand, making you sigh in relief, but then glare at him in shock, just like the rest of the people around did. You wasn't sure what was exactly happening there anymore. Why would anyone would be willing to give so much for a naive hope like that?

The dog only grinned happily and glanced around at the faces of the rest of the people gathered, waiting for any signs of more offers, but seemed convinced that the auction was already over at that point.

"I don't have money but I would do an omelette with that!", a black wolf near you laughed loudly. The egg owner chuckled at that but decided to not let his treasure get eaten for free after all. He nodded to the dragon and reached the hand with the egg to him, whispering some words of gratitude to him. The egg found his owner, apparently...

...yet at that moment, for some reason, completely incomprehensible to you, you felt that you don't want to let go of it after all.

You shouted out an outbid just a moment before the egg was handled out. The dog froze and looked at you surprised. And then back at the dragon when the bid was risen by him yet again. You two didn't let go and kept bidding higher and higher, desperate to own the ordinarily looking egg. The small mutt just stood still with a gaping mouth, looking one second at you, another at the dragon, as you two made more and more absurd bids for the egg. It got to the point you weren't really sure what you were shouting anymore...

...and when you came to your senses, you found yourself near-naked, walking the road back to your house feeling completely stupid. You spent all the money you had by you that time and lost all your apparel except of your black boxer briefs. You lost everything of value that you had with you that time. In exchange, you had the egg in your hands now, though, and a small not from the dog. An instruction, apparently. You didn't even open the note yet, fearing that maybe all that was written there was "Haha sucker!!" or something of that kind. You didn't think about anything else but getting to your home back as soon as possible and ending your unfortunate marketplace trip. People on the streets looked weirdly at you and it was starting to get really cold without clothes.

Back in your home you put the egg on the table, wore some clothes and opened the note. Thank God, there really were instructions there. Another matter was, if they were authentic or not... but you would see in time, you though. You let yourself get convinced into buying some worthless crap, so you can very well go along with that to the end.

The note described in much greater details the research on the mysterious beast from the North. There were some sketches, but all of them showed only the egg, not what exactly comes out of it. It seemed it would keep being a complete mystery up to the day of hatching after all.

Just like the seller mentioned, the egg can hatch pretty much in any environment and the pup will be born fit to living in those conditions. The dog pointed out that the egg was about to hatch in about a week, so if you would want to give any unusual properties to your pup, you should put the egg in a place you see fit for it. Will you put it to a freezer, to a fireplace, a pond, high in the trees or any other place? The choice is completely up to you. What are you going to do?

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The monkey spent an hour looking at his egg wondering what the hell he was going to do with it. After how much he paid for it he prayed that it would be worth it.

"If you're a chicken I'm fucking killing you" the monkey said quietly. He knew the odds of him being scammed were pretty good, but he could only pray that he wasn't.

The only issue though, was if it turned out to be legit, how would he care for it? He looked to his left, starring at the boxes lined up next to him. He was planning to move up north soon, closer to the family and all, so he knew that whatever hatched from the egg needed to be able to survive up there with the sheer cold and the snow. Only question though was how, and with what. After all, while it was starting to get colder in the area, it wasn't nearly cold enough for whatever was in the egg to survive living in the snow for most of it's life.

He looked around his home for anything that could assist him, when his eyes landed on his freezer box. After a moment of realization, he figured that if he left the egg inside of his freezer that the pup may be able to survive up north.

So, after grabbing a few spare coins he had stored away he took a trip back to the market place he returned with a few blocks of ice he had a local mage craft for him. He then placed the ice against the walls of the freezer box and placed the egg smack dab in the center of it. He then closed the box and prayed that the mutt was telling the truth.

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The egg rested firmly in the ice when you closed the freezer-box lid. Despite the still lingering skepticism in your mind you found yourself actually excited to see the outcome of this little experiment. What would you see there in a week, after opening the box - a tiny monster or just a rock-hard frozen egg? If it would turn out to be the latter, you decided to hunt the bastard liar mutt and smash it onto his face before forcing him to refund you in full. The egg was supposed to hatch exactly in a week. You decided to give it ten days at most, then, before giving up.

But for the time being, you just had to forget about it and go on with your own life. Some things cannot be rushed in any way. Sometimes you just need to give it the time it wants and wait for the moment it decides it's enough. Life, in its biological aspect, is one of them for sure. You left the freezer box be, then, and got busy with your own life.

After that, the rest of the day passed uneventfully... just like the next day and the day after that. You actually forgot about the egg eventually, focused mostly on your work and the approaching moving to the North. There were quite many things to keep you busy.

However, one night you felt yourself being torn apart from your dream by some weird sounds. Your drowsy mind couldn't register what it was exactly at first, but a moment later you realized you hear a squeaky barking coming from your kitchen. You got out of your bed hurriedly and ran to check out the freezer box. Just like you thought, the sounds came from the spot you put the egg in a week earlier!

You put your hand on the lid and opened the freezer slowly...

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...it wasn't a chicken! It was a little puppy-like head popping out of the pile of ice cubes and cracked egg shell remnants, squeaking louder and happier now, seeing you for the first time. You took the tiny, egg-sized puppy on your hands and d'awww'ed at its adorableness.

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It was a very light-blue small canine-like creature with an ice-cold body and a sweet derpy look on its face. It squeaked at you and wagged its bushy little tail happily when it sat on your hands, staring at your face with its big eyes. Even though it was as cold as an ice cube, it had a very nice feeling, soft fur, frozen only at the very tips of the mane and the tail. It sparkled slightly in light, a bit like snow.

Even though your room was much hotter than the inside of the freezer box, the pup didn't seem to mind that at all. The notes your got from its previous owner stated that the puppy is extremely flexible through the first year of its life and insane changes in environment actually rise its survival properties, as its body adjust to the new conditions extremely fast, while keeping its initial properties as well. The body changes slow down significantly when the beast matures, but never cease completely.

You knew that for the good of the puppy you should give it some new traits before it matures. Basing on the notes, the hatched pup changes mostly not based on the environment it lives in itself, but rather on the food it finds and feeds on there. If the notes and the words of the dog were true, you can feed the puppy with absolutely anything you can find yourself, whether it’s meat, vegetables, stones, glass, red hot burning wood, junk food... even more ice if you would like to make a pure ice-elemental beast for some reason, although it will make it less versatile. Whatever you will choose to feed him for the next year, it will greatly influence his mature form.

What do you plan to feed it with from now on, then?

Also, the puppy needs a name! After a thorough examination with your fingers you found out a tiny sheath and balls. What name are you going to call your little boy?

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It was the dead of the night when the Monkey awoke to a strange sound coming from downstairs. At first he thought that somebody had entered his house, almost as though the floor boards from below were squeaking. However, once the monkey had regained his senses and reentered the world of the waking he soon realized that it was something different. Something he was supposed to be expecting.

A bark.

The monkey quickly jumped from his bed and rushed down the stairs. Almost ripping the lid to the freezer box open, the beast's head quickly popped up and looked straight at him, almost as if it was it's mother. The monkey couldn't help but to be over joyed at the sight of the little puppy, knowing that he hadn't been swindled out of god knows how much money. He quickly picked the pup out of the box and carried his up to his room. After lighting a candle, he placed the pup onto his bed. The thing didn't seem to be that tired though, having just hatched out of it's egg and all. After doing a quick check and realizing that it was male, the monkey decided to name the pup Orion.

After starring at his new found pet for a bit, he made him a small bed inside of a small wooden box and went to bed.

Waking up at the crack of Dawn the next morning, the first thing the Monkey awoke to was the sound of the new born pup's tiny bark. Picking it up from it's bed he went down stairs to fix both him and the pup something to eat. Placing him on the table he quickly searched his fridge for anything to eat, however inside there weren't exactly many options. In the process of the move he had forgotten to go food shopping, so all that was inside were a few slaps of steak he had been saving for dinner. However both his and the Pup's stomach wouldn't wait, so he pulled one of them out and began to fry it up.

As he cooked the steak his mind couldn't help but to wonder about the old women from the market. He had no idea why she would lie about such a thing, knowing now that she had never met the Mutt from the market in her life, but that wasn't his concern right now. Maybe later in the day he would go look for the women, but at the same time the thought crossed his mind that if somebody knew about the pup while it was still young they may attempt to steal it. Hell, if she was willing to screw over somebody she'd never met over a few possible coin there's no telling what she would do if she knew about something this big.

Cutting a few small pieces off for the pup, the two soon began to chow down with great ease. However as the monkey was part way through with his steak, he soon remembered that the note had told him about how the pup's diet would effect how he grew. Almost chocking on the good in his mouth he quickly looked down at the pup at his feet happily staining at his, it's plate completely clean.

"Well..." Said the monkey as he reached down to scratch the pup's head. "Looks like you'll be on a meat eating diet from now on."

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The little pup only wagged his little fluffy tail and panted happily with a white, cold breath while looking up at you with his big blue eyes. He definitely didn’t mind you putting him on a meat diet. He really wouldn’t mind being put on any kind of diet, really. The next days it proved true that the little creature was absolutely omnivorous, as you started noticing things missing in the house. Your slippers… chair legs… electric cables… You learned not to leave Orion hungry for too long or you could expect something in the room to disappear the next time you checked up on him. By the day of your moving you managed to teach the little whelp to wait for you with the food, and not to demolish the house by himself. Seeing how fast he learned, you were convinced that you could manage to take care of the pup well enough when you’re back to the North.

You went to the marketplace a couple of times looking for the vixen grandma from the day of the egg auction, but you couldn’t find her anywhere. Some of the tradesmen recalled her visiting the place sometimes but no one of them could tell where she lives exactly. All you found out was she was a gentle, good-natured elderly woman and it was probably the first time she ever made a scene like that. You couldn’t help but wonder what her intentions that day were, then. Was that possible it was just a sincere misunderstanding? She could be tricked by another dog, similar to the monster egg seller. Or had she just suddenly got crazy? Or was there some complex motivation that you could even try to guess without talking to the woman…? Whatever were her reasons for shouting at the dog such cruel accusations like that, it was meant to remain a mystery to you… at least for the time being.

And so, the day of embarking came finally, without anyone’s attempting to rob you. You reached the cold North together with your new pet and moved to your new house. Orion had already doubled in size by that time and his appetite had risen as well. According to the previous owner’s notes the little whelp was supposed to grow into a huge beast within a year, so you started worrying if your savings would withstand the slowly rising meat hunger. You acted like a responsible master, though, and always kept Orion well fed. On one hand you loved the happy look on his silly face when you treated him to the juicy meat he loved so much and that alone was a reward great enough to you. On the other, you feared he could come and eat you alive one night if you forgot to sate his hunger in time.

All your family members and friends loved Orion. He was a cute, energetic and playful puppy. He loved to fetch, play with toys and was great at chilling beer. His body was naturally ice-cold and rather unpleasant to pet or cuddle, but in time he managed to learn rising his body temperature temporarily to the level comfortable enough to your touch. Doing that exhausted him quickly, but he loved you very much and wanted to be close to you whenever possible. You were his only family, after all.

Time went by and Orion grew noticeably fast. After about a month from hatching he was as big as a middle-sized feral dog. His appetite grew proportionally to his size and you started to worry more and more about your budget. You found out you needed to spend more money on heating your house too, since Orion cooled the air around him continuously. Still, you both managed somehow.

Eventually, your growing puppy started to spend more time outside playing in snow than following you around the house. He still followed you closely whenever you left your house for any errands in town, but he was a very smart creature and listened to your commands almost like he understood your language, so he never caused any trouble to other people. He started spending most of the time playing alone outside, though, and went back to the house only to eat and sleep.

As time went by and he grew, Orion started to act more independent and didn’t cling to you that much anymore. Moreover, when about four months from his hatching had passed and he was tall about to your chest’s height, he came back home with his muzzle sticky with blood, making you realize with terror that his predatory instincts were waking up. After making a quick reconnaissance around your neighborhood you found out that all your neighbors and their pets were alive and unharmed, so you assumed that your puppy must have just hunted something in the huge forest nearby. That was a rather good thing that your puppy got so independent it even hunted its own food, but you still knew you had to teach him what can be hunted and what not, so no tragedy would happen in the future. Orion was a very smart creature, though, and after spending one evening with you explaining that to him, you were sure that there was nothing to worry about anymore. Whenever he ran away from the house, it was always in the direction of the forest.

After that, months after months passed peacefully without any bigger problems. Orion kept growing fast, feeding on the wild creatures he hunted himself, and when about one year passed he reached his maturity. At that time, you wondered sadly about how was it possible that a tiny fluffy whelp from an egg could grow into such an ugly burly monster like that in such a short time. It must have been how parents thought about their growing children too, you thought to yourself in nostalgia. And just like a parent to the beast, you knew that you would keep loving and supporting him even if he wasn’t little nor cute anymore.