[cheesewedge]

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i'm cheesewedge. c:
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taos. this boy reminds me so much of this ski valley place me and my
family always go to over the winter break. i think i can call it my favorite place in the world.
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male
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i'm not an artist, so i'll try my best to describe it. i'm going for a dark blue, almost
about the same color of his pelt. it's made of silk. just a little lighter. some trees peeking
out over the edge, and a ski lift portrayed serenely across the length. stars shining brightly
in the night sky, and of course, a crescent moon. (naturally) i tried ;o;
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taos received this very special scarf over a winter break, when he was about the age of five, from
his great grandfather. his grandfather is known for making traditional indian art (pottery, sand art,
ect.), and his writing of the new mexican mountains. (i.e. kachina peak) it was a parting gift to
taos right before his grandfather left for the mountains to scrounge up some more poetry and writing
about the greatness of the clean air, several sea levels about the usual, and the crisp and completely
natural beauty. taos misses his grandfather dearly, and wears his scarf almost always. it has become
a little worn down and frayed upon the edges, though taos still refuses to give it, or throw it away.
it's a literal masterpiece. taos hopes to follow in his grandfather's footsteps, though his parents greatly
disapprove, and would rather have him become a doctor, or something among that area of expertise.
of course, taos will not dishonor his grandfather's legacy, and continues to do what he does best, and
what he enjoys the most. for some reason, the frost and chillness has never really bothered him. it's as
if he were born for the mountains.
word count: exactly two hundred. boo-ya!
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so, you're probably wondering what the heck taos ski valley is. every year, my family and i go on a
nice road trip to new mexico, because texas is flat, boring, and it never snows. ever. for the past two
years, my sister and i have been attending a week of ski school, and this year, we'll finally be going
alone, just the two of us. up there, i feel a sense of freedom, and i can escape from the pressures of
reality. it use to be extremely hard for me to breath up there, (i have some lung issues), but after some
extensive breathing exercises, and a lot of dark chocolate, i can usually breath normally again. we're
only up there once a year, for only a week, so i try not to waste any time. it's very clear and high, so
all of the air is very fresh. the actually town, taos, revolves around old indian cultures and i always love
to go over there and buy a lot of merch to bring back home and give to my friends. i've always loved that
place, and i don't think i can survive more more week of waiting.
word count: 199


WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
***i'm suppose to have an art piece coming***

thank you so much for considering, i think this is the first time i've connected-- for real with a plumie. c:

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[Chimericect]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Design a scarf (written or drawn): [[max 200 words]]
How they come to own the scarf: [[max 200 words]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]

[Runningaurora]

Username:
Runningaurora
Name:
Zilar Zemorah.
Zilar means silver and Zemorah means branch.
Gender:
Male
Design a scarf:
To the right. :3
How they come to own the scarf:

Zilar Wrote:
It was a curious thing, finding Frostwind. Yes, I did name it, my scarf, well I didn't name it. But onto the story, it was cold and snowy, surprisingly it wasn't me. I was heading towards a small town, late one evening. Humans do the most curious thing around that time of year, rushing around with big boxes, putting weird sparkley things on trees, and tying red soft rope-like things around everything. I like watching them, and that was exactly what I was doing when I encountered the little child, who was coming up to me. I watched her without moving knowing she couldn't harm me. I let her pet me and say how pretty I was. But the little girl frowned and said.
"You look cold..." The girl unwrapped a scarf from her neck before wrapping it around mine. She stood, a look of satisfaction.
"There, take care of Frostwind for me ok? Merry Christmas!" She said with a departing wave and scurrying away into the snow. Leaving me with Frostwind and a warmer heart.
176/200 words

[henley]

Username: henley
Name:
Gender:
Design a scarf: [[max 200 words]]
How they come to own the scarf: [[max 200 words]]
Extra: Art
Extra: Art

[Hobbit Geek]

Username: Hobbit Geek
Name: Xantho
Gender: Female
Design a scarf (written or drawn): ---->
How they come to own the scarf: Xantho made it herself with fabric from an old teddy bear her mother made her when she was younger. Her teddy bear was inspired by herself, he was, and still is, her favorite Christmas gift and soon after she got him she wasn't able to sleep without her teddy so when he grow old and started falling apart she used his fabric to make a beautiful scarf of which she is never seen without, no matter the weather.
Extra: Personality; Xantho is cold and antisocial towards anyone new and it would take time for her to trust someone, though towards her friends and family she is loving, caring and just a plain sweetheart. She loves winter, snow, cold, ice or anything of that sort. She LOVES Christmas and anyone she knows will most likely be given a really thought out gift of which she makes sure they will love.
Extra: art;

[Mint Chip]

Username: Mint Chip
Name: Winter Breeze
Gender: Male
Design a scarf (written or drawn): [[max 200 words]]
How they come to own the scarf: [[max 200 words]]
During a very strange encounter he stumbled upon a beautiful and soft piece of cloth laying in the forest. Upon finding the cloth, a wiser creature told him is was meant to protect the neck from the bitter winds. Not questioning how the 'scarf' (as the creature had called it) came to be in his forest or in his path he found himself very fond of it.
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]

wip c:

[ivo]

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Username:
ivo

Name:
Pine

Gender:
Male

Design a scarf:
xXx

How they come to own the scarf:
Pine was outside during a blizzard and his scarf was blown away from him and lost in the snow. Of course, Pine immediately went to the nearest clothing shop, as he did not want to be stuck outside in such horrible weather with an incomplete outfit. The cold didn't bother him much, but he loves scarves, and he had lost his only one. He chose this scarf from the small collection that the shopkeeper showed him.

Extra 1:
A bell jingled from somewhere above him as Pine pushed open the glass door and shuffled into the shop. He shook the snow from his body as he took in his surroundings. The shop was small and filled with various items. Small tea sets sat cheerfully on shelves and assortments of jewelry hung loosely in display cases. Every item was colored differently, and not one item had one that looked similar.
"Cold outside t'day, is it?" A peculiar accent asked. A short, old plumerian stood up from where she was dusting a few small shelves.
"I suppose it is," Pine answered, surprised he hadn't seen her when he looked around the shop.
"The city's prit'y durin' this weather," Said the woman. Pine couldn't tell where she was from, as he had never heard an accent like that before. "Lookin' fer anything in partic'lar?" She asked him, stepping behind the counter and adjusting the knickknacks that rested there.
"Yes, actually," Pine answered, stepping further into the shop. "Do you happen to have any scarves? I just lost my only one in the storm."
"Ah, yes, we have a few," She told Pine, looking through the shelves behind the counter. She pulled out about five or six scarves, mostly with dark patterns and stripes. "This 'bout all we got. Scarves sell fast in weather like it is"
Stepping closer, Pine looked at the few scarves the old plumerian had. Only one caught his eye. It was brighter than the rest, a calming yellow, with strings hanging from each end.
"This one will do just fine," He told her, getting out his wallet. "How much?"
"Two dollars will be jus' fine" She smiled at him. Pine was surprised by how little it cost, as it was sturdy and nicely made, well over twenty dollars. He handed over the money he owed and thanked the woman before quietly leaving the shop. His new scarf was tightly secured around his neck, definitely not being blown away any time soon.


Extra 2:
Slowing Steps
by me

A routine every day,
a clock ticking.
Don't waste your time.
No more boiling down your minutes
until they are nothing but steam
floating around the kitchen.

A fast-paced life,
a clock ticking.
Schedule, organization.
Keep it together,
no time to remember the things
you have lost, nor feel any
guilt at all.

Forever moving,
a clock ticking.
Your strides get faster,
never a hesitation to your breath.
A mistake can't be made
where they aren't forgiven.

No more order,
no clock ticking.
Frozen time,
stuck in your stinging frost,
much different than my own.
A missed minute, half a second
too long.

[.starfish]

Possible reserve

[Alantica]

Username:
Alantica
Name:
Sliver Suno
Gender:
Female
Design a scarf (written or drawn):
The scarf, like any other normal scarf, had an end and a beginning. The scarf would glitter in light because of the glitter. The scarf would tickle Sliver at times because of the tinsels at the end of the scarf. The scarf would change... yes change. The scarf seemed to have a mind of its own. It changes color or pattern to match the time of day, the mood of Sliver, or the surroundings. The scarf’s favorite pattern is the colors of a sunrise with snowflake designs on it; sometimes the scarf stays that color for weeks.
How they come to own the scarf:
"It was Christmas yah~ We had secret santa. OH THE EXCITEMENT!.. Whoops sorry about be so loud... anyways we decided to spin the mannequin arm we happened to have to decide who is opening their present. Soon it was MY TURN!!! Oh whoops again... The excitement filled my body as my busy paws pounced at the gift. I ripped the "gift wrap" off. (It was actually a badly taped grocery bag but who cares about the details~) It took a minute to register in my mind but the gift was a bags of ramen and... A SCARF!! Well back then it didn't have a mind of its own though...... I quickly wrapped around my neck and hugged the ramen. Of course my three guesses were wrong but the pup who did gift it to me had a lot of present on their birthday. Hmmm oh how it came alive? That's a story for next time~ But here is a hint, it was an accident.... Heh heh heh"
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [ONE ONLY]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]
WIP WIP >w</

[Anza]

I'm going to watch, not enough time to try out though! UnU
Good luck to everyone who's entering though! C:
I can see the Jack Frost in him/her! So tempting!