[ariae.]

guess this is it.
may come back and edit a few things.
advanced good luck!!
note ;; down below is an avatar for the winner, which was done by zee c:

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300/300 words
For the past three years,
I've been exploring the world.
I've seen so much,
but learned so little.

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My first treasure,
Pink carnations.
These flowers are known to be the best gifts for
mothers on Mother's Day, because of their
meaning: "I'll never forget you."
At the age of 6, on May 11, little Kohana went
out exploring in her vast backyard. It was then
she found beautiful, bloomed, pink carnations hidden,
shrubs and other colorful flowers surrounding it.
Plucking a few, she took two, tiny but elegant
carnations, and raced back home. Placing them in
a water-filled vase, she presented them to her
mother with a wide, toothy, smile. Her mother,
happy, let little Kohana keep the flowers as a
memory of that day, placing them just near her
ear. Kohana is often seen walking, head held
high, showing off those two, carnations.
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My last treasure,
A dark green journal.
Kohana is never, ever seen without her journal.

It is a rather thick one, with papers and photographs
sticking out with a red ribbon tied around it.
However, once you open it, it is like discovering a
different world through drawings, photographs, and
writings. It talks about the many things Kohana has
discovered through her sixteen years on Earth,
from funny to serious to sad to happy. It's like a
visual biography of Kohana's life, or what she calls
a storybook.

Her journal was a gift from her mother on her
thirteenth birthday, who told her to keep her
memories safe and sound in that journal.
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A little bit about me.
Kohana is a very quiet girl who likes to observant
others. She tends to be stubborn, but is actually
very nice. Kohana is described as creative and
a bit 'couch potato'.
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[yeena]

Er.. sorry
dropping out.

[carmineflyer]

Death is an interesting concept for one who was immortal. Normally, death is feared, something to be avoided at all costs. I certainly thought that way once. But now... After I have seen all that I stand for, all that I am, slowly being torn down, no one heeding my cries, my pleas, as the earth I was once glad to walk upon becomes little more then something to be bought, sold, destroyed, at man's whim, there is nothing I want more.
I pleed for death now, I crave it. Anything is better then this living torture I suffer now.
Embracing death, bringing it down upon myself is something I thought I'd never do. But it seemed it was the only choice.


The Shepherds on the lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they than
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below:
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
-On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity

Many years later, there is a baby boy born by the name of Pan.
He sleeps in his mothers arms, sheltered from the world under her loving gaze. And he dreams of many things, of the wilds as they once where, of the wild things and how they once thrived...
He dreams of fantasies and fairy tales, myths, legends, for isn't that what dreams always are?
As a child, he doesn't fear much. He does not know of death, or what it means to live.
And the boy who is Pan and yet not Pan at the same time sleeps, and his dreams wait to be unveiled.
{298 words}

{All art by me}

[Segie]

Reserving omg eue

[shibuki]

reserve!!!!

[wolf ;;]

Possible res x3

[rem sleep]

Res with the name Mufasa. //jk// maybe?

[Sculi the Ax]

Everyone has a moment in their lives, the time to decide whether they sink, or if they swim. Cordelia's moment was small, and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In fact, it took a long time before there was truly and impact. His moment? Opening his eyes.
It was Tuesday morning. Cordelia was young, very young. He was used to a blur of colour and a smudge of lines, everyone said that he was "a very special child," but he knew that there was something wrong with him. He knew that he had a problem with his eyes, nothing seemed quite real, everything held a cartoon-ish appeal. Ever since he had been a baby, nothing had seemed right. He had run his fingers through soft fur and mane before, but never had he seen what it truly looked like. He had heard of something called the dark before, but he knew that he had never experienced it, all he aw was light, and when it was pitch black, he saw but white. There was never any darkness in his odd, colourful world. It was this morning, however, that he opened his eyes, and his world came into clarity. The blurred lines that defined objects became delicate curves, flowing from one object to another, and each colour splashed onto the canvas of his life napped into perspective. It was this morning that he decided to lift the curse off of his eyes, and turn it into a gift of vision. His silent suffering became an eternity of childhood, reveling in the cartoon appeal of his universe.
Nobody could tell the difference, well, nobody but Cordelia.
And the moment came to pass.

[solo.]

Woah so awesome *u*

[whoopsydaizy]

possible reserve