The state of total bliss and perfection~
I n t h r e e w o r d s I c a n s u m u p e v e r y t h i n g I v e l e a r n e d a b o u t l i f e;; i t g o e s o n
-Robert F r o s t
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Nirvana wrote:Oh, I love winter! And frost! It looks so pretty on windows! <3
name;;
Meaning like a state of perfection and beauty and peace and stuff. You get my drift, right?
I really chose this name because it fits this beans markings and the personality I would give her.
Nirvana wrote:Frost sure does call me Nirvana, and I like it, too! It sounds so elegant and graceful, light and sweet. But of course, I'm not trying to be conceited here...
gender;;
Female
Nirvana wrote:I am one hundred percent female. Although, I do act rather tomboyish...
Nirvana's story
[a story by Nirvana]
Nirvana wrote:So, it was when was a young bean, I was strolling in woods, about, say 10 yearsback? I was about 12 years old.f r o s t wrote:Wait. So you you're about like 23 years old?
Frost, can you be quiet? Yes I am 23 years old.Now where was I?f r o s t wrote:You said you were 'strolling' in the woods. Don't you live by the ocean now?
Thanks, frost. I do. I'll get to that later. So I was walking-f r o s t wrote:You said strolling.
Okay, strolling. Now will you please keep quiet? I'm trying to tell a story here. So I was strolling in the woods. So I came across this little baby bird. So I said "Hey little guy. Are you okay?" He only looked up and nodded. That made me feel a little better.To find out that he was okay. And then he said I'm alright. Just a little cold. And then this cold breeze went by and he shivered. I think. So here I am, alone in the woods, with this little baby bird. I'm no where near home, so what do I do?f r o s t wrote:You eat him?
-sigh-
No, stupid. I don't eat him. Just because I'm a dragon doesn't mean I like meat or am a blood-thirsty killer attacking helpless animals like the bird. No, please keep all comments and questions your minds until the story is finished. So the answer is: I walk him home to my house, currently in a little underground den. On the other side of the forest. I ask him. "Are you afraid of heights? We're gonna camp there until we can find your home. Okay?" and then he says "Um, alright. I guess. I don't actually know my parents. I guess I just hatched alone." I say that's alright, then climb up a tree. The sun was setting quickly, and the other side of the sky shone a dark blue, the color of my markings with dark clouds. I tell the bird: It's going to be cold tonight. Stay warm. Then he nestles into my fur. I drifted off to sleep. I know I slept at one point, then woke up. I didn't know what it was. I'm a light sleeper, so a lot of things can wake me. I decided to check on the bird. His warm grey brown feather were close to my tail tuft. I asked him this:"You alright?" I didn't hear a reply, assuming he was asleep. So, I settled down to sleep. He was in my dream. "Thank you for caring for me. It's my time to go. Thanks again." I was standing waist deep in a pond, the colors of a bubble when one sees it in the right light. I woke up after. When I checked on him, he was stiff and cold. "No, thank you. You showed me that I am here for a reason, and you showed it. Thank you." I held his little bird body close to myself. I didn't know what I did, but I found myself walking to the ocean. I knew it was miles away. I didn't know exactly how I got there, but I did. It was a stone beach. I again found myself finding something to wrap my bird in, then finding fabric. I picked up some stones, and wrapped the stones in with the bird. I was sobbing through this, tears were blurring my vision, as I stood up. I walked waist deep in the salted ocean water, my tears greeting it with gentle ripples. "Thank you, bird. Thank you very much." I whispered, choking on my words. I could tell this bird would forever hold a place in my heart, for when I raised the fabric parcel above my head, I felt a tiny bit better. I took the parcel and threw it as hard as I could into the ocean. "Thank you." I said that after I heard the splash of little bird's package in the water. I sobbed harder, continuous ripples coming against the water. I made my way back. The sun was setting, so I found a rock. It was warm from the sun, so I gratefully curled up on it and slept. From then on, I lived there, and it suited me well.
The end.f r o s t wrote: So basically you just told me a story about you taking in a little bird, having it die that night then throw it in the ocean? Laaaaaaaame!
Well, poo you, Frost!
Why I want this amazing bean;;
it be a smexeh beast. Yush. Very smexeh indeed, indeed. Lol no.
I mostly just want this bean for it's way it reflects my personality as well
as her own. I can feel that we have much in common, and many differences
as well. This bean would be my first second JBD, and a
great one. I also feel, if I win her, I don't think I'd want another, for her
radiance and mirror. I also want her for the way she looks like a storm
like me. She's also all my favorite colors smashed into my favorite design
so perfection. This bean here is perfection, and the bean. Not just one
but the one. I know for sure that there is a huge bucket load of
forms that outshine mine by a LOT. I know a lot of these users, and lost
against them a LOT. But this one chance would be great. I hope that you
can realize I am pouring my heart and soul into this bean's form. A single
chance, and you would make my year. Or even the rest of CS life here.
Nirvana wrote:I really do hope I go to an amazing home.
