[SunnyStreets]

STYLISH Smooth Paw-Hooved Lambicorn
[ Custom mane, braided tail (base), small wing (base), bat ears (base), short claws (base), custom space-themed stickers, customs bracelets and hairclips ]

Gniyas I ma tahw?

Where are they visiting from? (No word limitations).

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Owned by Tabbykit

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Lambie Name: Andrea
Lambie Gender: Female
Where are they from?:
Res with Andromeda!

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Vivane
Lambie Name: Alya
Lambie Gender: Female
Where are they from?: Plot twist, she's from Scotland but somehow got cursed to speak backwards. (Sort of a reference to Merida in Ralph Breaks the internet where her accent is so strong it's difficult to understand her ^^;;)

[Dr. Paine]

Username: Makoto Kino
Lambie Name: Wanda
Lambie Gender: ! (they/she)
Where are they from?: Who knows? They sure don’t! Wanda’s an intergalactic hitchhiker of sorts, staying in one spot until they decide its time to go somewhere else, they’ve been living this way as long as they can remember. But there are a few memories of a home world covered in meadow, with grasses that rose higher than their head and flowers as far as the eye could see...

But, Wanda concedes, it’s entirely possible that’s simply a memory of a dream. They hope one day to encounter such a land though, whether it’s familiar or not.

[Rylf]

Username: Rylf
Lambie Name: Ia
Lambie Gender: Female
Where are they from?: A distant galaxy called Valon or more commonly referred to as The Hidden Valon. It’s a very small galaxy inside of a black hole. It’s not even supposed to exist but against all odds, it clearly does.


(What am I saying?)

[craig?]

Username:
Lambie Name: Achom
Lambie Gender: ???
Where are they from?:
Htrae. That's Hih-tray. No, it's NOT earth backwards, what on Htrae is earth? Yeht are a Nrocibmal, and rieht name is Ahcom. Yeht love to adorn mehtself with seirossecca and srekcits. Htrae is a lovely place, you should come vist!

[rem sleep]

Username: rem sleep
Lambie Name: galactika
Lambie Gender: female
Where are they from?: you want the honest answer do you? Huh? Well— a small town in the middle of a giant corn field. Not what you were expecting? Well I wouldn’t be surprised— Galactika runs around telling everyone she’s from space, that she lived on a planet far far away like Jupiter but cooler and with the most beautiful rings— but that’s not the case. Why lie then? Because she’s always loved aliens. Her small town saw a good few crop circles when she was living there— and she wondered about the causes of these strange phenomena. She wanted to be from somewhere cool— somewhere that she would fit in and not seem so weird in comparison to her fellows. She imagined this was outer space— this far away planet— so she tells people that’s where she’s from, even though it’s not true. She’s since found a place where she belongs and fits in, but she still daydreams about being a real alien from outer space!

[realkitty56]

Username: Realkitty56
Lambie Name: Conusa
Lambie Gender: Female
Where are they from?: She doesnt exactly remember her home but, anything that was found on its knowing was that it was a place of many space wars, she being a rebel to her destiny of being a warrior. Her planet having laws that all royal figures must be warriors/leaders prepared for the case of a lost leader.

Her home has a super long and complex full name but, if its refered, she calls it home or Fargaron.

She also has a British, slight new york, and some sort of gibberish accent where she drags on her voice on ends of speaking long sentences

(Will be really good friends with a main char of mine, Jill)

[modern]

Username: modern
Lambie Name: Avimelle
Lambie Gender: Nonbinary
Where are they from?:
A quiet cocoon like planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way.
They don't really like to talk about it- what lies below the sleepy
surface of their planet is a monstrosity few can imagine.
Best to keep those kind of things under the surface.

[Tabbykit]

Username: Tabbykit
Lambie Name: Mesmur
Lambie Gender: they/them
Where are they from?: Echo Village

“This is a dream.”
I state this flatly, looking into the misty lavender eyes of a Lambicorn sitting nearby.
“Oh, certainly it is.” They respond with a broad smile.
“Right. Lucid dream. Ok.” I’m used to these by now, although it’s been a long time since the last. It’s an extra vivid one—the world around us a soft pastel. We sit at a hilltop, overlooking a small village. Cotton candy smoke tufts out the chimneys of warm little homes. Is it fall? It feels like fall. Smells like fall. “It’s pretty here.”
“It’s nice to visit again,” They sound wistful and when I look back to them, I find that they’re staring down into the village. I settle beside them, legs crossed. “Yeah? We can go down there, right? I mean, it’s my dream.”
Mesmur (…wait—when did they tell me their name?) shifts uncomfortably. Their little wings flutter ever so slightly. “Could we? It’s been such a long time. Haven’t I changed too much? Don’t you think they’ll…don’t you think they’ll be angry with me?”
“It’s my dream.” I repeat with a smile. “Do you think I’d let them treat you badly?” The more we talk the more I realize that I know this little Lambie—I’ve known them years, now. A breeze blows by us, with it the memories.
Me, a small girl—them, a tiny, sweet little thing. The cobblestone streets of the village. The scent of baked goods; sweet and heavy.
“Hey, Mesmur—why’d we leave in the first place?”
“Ohhh, I don’t know. You grew up, didn’t you? Had new dreams.” They replied and hesitated. “…I—I couldn’t just let you go it alone.”
I recall our playdates as children. I remember the feeling of thick crayons in my hands, coloring pages and sticker sheets. Chasing fireflies at night time, jars with holes punched in the lid.
“I’m—” Lanterns, a forest at night. People calling. A search? “Mesmur, I—”
Moss, riverbeds, new trails and towns. Places far away. There were beasts and there were fights, a lot of tears. Nightmares.
“I’m so sorry.”
Mesmur laughs. It’s a twinkling thing, full of kindness. “Oh, now, none of that! Don’t do that. Don’t you apologize. You never asked me to come…and besides, it’s been fun, right? All our traveling?”
They’re right, of course. Even the bad dreams felt like great big adventures. I find myself smiling despite myself. “You’re right. Yeah. It has been fun—it IS fun.”
We sit for a moment longer, watching the comings and goings of the folks down below. “They’re going to be so proud to see who you grew up to be.” Mesmur says to me.
“Mesmur.” I laugh. “They’ll be proud of you, too.”
With a shared smile we stand, and together make our way down the hillside, into our old dream, our old home. I’m certain there’s going to be a celebration—it’s my dream, after all.