Very, very, beautiful. No matter hw much I want to try for her, I'm stuck hard on the Nebula female (hence the new name) She reminds me of the picture you drew of the first Whelkon you got c:
Pandle wrote:
▪ Username:
Pandle
▪ Whelkon Name:
Ithilethiel (Ith-ill-ehth-ee-ell)
▪ Name Meaning:
It means "the moon personified", which I think is an unusual translation of the name Cynthia. This said I see the Whelkon as a more masculine figure, I still feel the name is appropriate as there's no emphasis on feminism within it.
▪ Age:
Twenty-one
▪ Gender:
Male
▪ Personality:▪ Valentine: (I want something creative; wither it be a piece of art or a poem to a loved one.)
Inspired by Fall in Okangan. and the foggy wood (only i imagine the fog is moonlight)
Bruised topaz glistens on the thumbs of an army, moon drops gathering in the harbour, a sea of splendour and glory. A beckoning enrapture, a mantle of affection. Ithilenthiel hesitates on the bridge of change, one rosetta slipper held rigid in the opening. Above, in the abyss of celestial beings, the pearl bead slips between the silky sheets of midnight, and lingers, its radiance beamed into the glen which captures, with raised limbs longing for the seraphic company. Obediently moonlight cascades into the forest clearing, blanketing the night with a cool hand, its forefingers soothing the burnt skin of Mother Nature. Ithilenthiel, encouraged by this act of love, glides into the canopy of the summer-sky's rapture. Lost into its elysian embrace.
PolarAzulTigris wrote:Pandle wrote:
▪ Username:
Pandle
▪ Whelkon Name:
Ithilethiel (Ith-ill-ehth-ee-ell)
▪ Name Meaning:
It means "the moon personified", which I think is an unusual translation of the name Cynthia. This said I see the Whelkon as a more masculine figure, I still feel the name is appropriate as there's no emphasis on feminism within it.
▪ Age:
Twenty-one
▪ Gender:
Male
▪ Personality:▪ Valentine: (I want something creative; wither it be a piece of art or a poem to a loved one.)
Inspired by Fall in Okangan. and the foggy wood (only i imagine the fog is moonlight)
Bruised topaz glistens on the thumbs of an army, moon drops gathering in the harbour, a sea of splendour and glory. A beckoning enrapture, a mantle of affection. Ithilenthiel hesitates on the bridge of change, one rosetta slipper held rigid in the opening. Above, in the abyss of celestial beings, the pearl bead slips between the silky sheets of midnight, and lingers, its radiance beamed into the glen which captures, with raised limbs longing for the seraphic company. Obediently moonlight cascades into the forest clearing, blanketing the night with a cool hand, its forefingers soothing the burnt skin of Mother Nature. Ithilenthiel, encouraged by this act of love, glides into the canopy of the summer-sky's rapture. Lost into its elysian embrace.
Congrats Pandle; You did a wonderful job on the poem. It's just heartfelt and I could see the character through your words. Congrats on your win. ;3 I loved your inspirational sources as well and the art piece was just lovely.
Closing it early since its so far away from Valentines. Hope to get other whelkon out soon.
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