[Poison Wolf]

Skill Points:
Agility: 6/100
Speed: 4/100
Intellect: 6/100
Stamina: 3/100
Defense: 1/100

Level: Stage 1 Bronze

Username; glace
Name; Niru
Gender; Female
Poem the reminds you of her;

Sakura Park
Rachel Wetzsteon, 1967 - 2009
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter

like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on

and ten blocks down I still can’t tell
whether this dispersal resembles

a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
But the petals scatter faster,

seeking the rose, the cigarette vendor,
and at least I’ve got by pumping heart

some rules of conduct: refuse to choose
between turning pages and turning heads

though the stubborn dine alone. Get over
“getting over”: dark clouds don’t fade

but drift with ever deeper colors.
Give up on rooted happiness

(the stolid trees on fire!) and sweet reprieve
(a poor park but my own) will follow.

There is still a chance the empty gazebo
will draw crowds from the greater world.

And meanwhile, meanwhile’s far from nothing:
the humming moment, the rustle of cherry trees.

Source

[snowflop]

Username;
snowflop

Name;
Syi

Gender;
Female

Poem the reminds you of her;
A simple flower blooms
revealing a plain brown blossom
nothing eye-catching
or brilliant
and yet
something about it
seems magical
its sweet scent
like nothing you have ever smelt
the embodiment of spring
a blessing
inside a simple form

free-form poem
by me

[pidgeoncat]

Username; glace
Name; Niru
Gender; Female
Poem the reminds you of her;

Sakura Park
Rachel Wetzsteon, 1967 - 2009
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter

like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on

and ten blocks down I still can’t tell
whether this dispersal resembles

a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
But the petals scatter faster,

seeking the rose, the cigarette vendor,
and at least I’ve got by pumping heart

some rules of conduct: refuse to choose
between turning pages and turning heads

though the stubborn dine alone. Get over
“getting over”: dark clouds don’t fade

but drift with ever deeper colors.
Give up on rooted happiness

(the stolid trees on fire!) and sweet reprieve
(a poor park but my own) will follow.

There is still a chance the empty gazebo
will draw crowds from the greater world.

And meanwhile, meanwhile’s far from nothing:
the humming moment, the rustle of cherry trees.

Source

[CLUMSY]

Username;
Paint
Name;
Riley
Gender;
Female
Poem the reminds you of her;
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne

[▷ Dreamcatcher ◁]

Username;
▷ Dreamcatcher ◁
Name;
Dahlia
Gender;
Female (do not change)
Poem the reminds you of her;
wip

[Poison Wolf]

Username; glace
Name; Niru
Gender; Female
Poem the reminds you of her;

Sakura Park
Rachel Wetzsteon, 1967 - 2009
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter

like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on

and ten blocks down I still can’t tell
whether this dispersal resembles

a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
But the petals scatter faster,

seeking the rose, the cigarette vendor,
and at least I’ve got by pumping heart

some rules of conduct: refuse to choose
between turning pages and turning heads

though the stubborn dine alone. Get over
“getting over”: dark clouds don’t fade

but drift with ever deeper colors.
Give up on rooted happiness

(the stolid trees on fire!) and sweet reprieve
(a poor park but my own) will follow.

There is still a chance the empty gazebo
will draw crowds from the greater world.

And meanwhile, meanwhile’s far from nothing:
the humming moment, the rustle of cherry trees.

Source

Congrats! I really loved this poem and your name choice nwn

[pidgeoncat]

Username; glace
Name; Niru
Gender; Female
Poem the reminds you of her;

Sakura Park
Rachel Wetzsteon, 1967 - 2009
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter

like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on

and ten blocks down I still can’t tell
whether this dispersal resembles

a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
But the petals scatter faster,

seeking the rose, the cigarette vendor,
and at least I’ve got by pumping heart

some rules of conduct: refuse to choose
between turning pages and turning heads

though the stubborn dine alone. Get over
“getting over”: dark clouds don’t fade

but drift with ever deeper colors.
Give up on rooted happiness

(the stolid trees on fire!) and sweet reprieve
(a poor park but my own) will follow.

There is still a chance the empty gazebo
will draw crowds from the greater world.

And meanwhile, meanwhile’s far from nothing:
the humming moment, the rustle of cherry trees.

Source

Congrats! I really loved this poem and your name choice nwn

Oh my gosh ;u;

aaa i love her so much q v q

Thank you so much! Could you add me to the drawing please? Thank you nwn

[Poison Wolf]

Deed, if you would like me to do her armor, just ask :)

[pidgeoncat]

thank you uvu

and i'll pm you if i want her armor done :>

[Monotaire]

Username; Monotaire

Name; Terabura

Gender; Female

Poem that reminds you of her;

Light spreading through the sky,
Come out, young ones, dawn is nye,
For the winds have stopped,
And the moon has dropped,
Yes, there is always a light.
-
For the many who believe it,
And the few who see it,
The light never goes away,
But for the many who run,
From the bright, warm sun,
go somewhere dark, and there they stay...
-
The wandering mist and the mysterious wisp
Shall guide you today,
So let you heart roam free,
As happy as you will ever be,
And discover the light your own way.

(This was created by me, and the gaps between the verses are just indicating different parts of the poem. Enjoy ^^)