[steamplonk]

belongs to Flowerlily135

oh jeez,, this is tough. i love this babe a ton, but i never seemed to be able to really connect with them.
so i want to see them go to a loving home.
they still have both slots & is a complete blank slate.
feel free to change or keep anything.

to win this kiddo, tell me a story about the beach. i'm being vague so do whatever you feel fits it.
give me a real story that happened to you, a made up one about the kal, a poem, write a song, whatever.
as long as it's about the beach.

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[b]prompt[/b];; ((unlimited words, go crazy))

ends 6/19/17 or at the top of page 5.
prettying up allowed, no extras please.

[mikey]

username;; sketchiimutt
name;; grace
gender;; female
prompt;;
The ocean, that's something she'd dreamt of seeing for years. Ever since she was a young kit she'd read all about it. She hoped that when the time came for her to undergo her trial she could see that wondrous thing. Every time she had brought it up, the older kalons would just smile and go along with whatever she was saying. They all had a look of uncertainty. And Grace finally found out why.

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It was the day of the trial. Ever since the earth had been destroyed by humans, kalons had been a lot more protective of their kits. The younger ones would have to prove that they were able to survive out 'there'. Grace had been practicing for years, and now her time had finally come. She raced out of her sleeping spot and into the main room.\

It was old and falling apart, she didn't mind though. It was her old house, one of the only things that she could call her own. She took a deep breath, exhaling it shakily. Grace's stomach growled, though she wasn't allowed to eat starting this morning. Nobody who was taking the trial was allowed to eat food from their homes.

Grace made her way across the plains, kalons

[Grian]

username;; .ss.
name;; Olivia
gender;; female
prompt;; ((unlimited words, go crazy))

oooohhh res

[Flowerlily]

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣: 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕌𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖: 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕝𝕪𝟙𝟛𝟝
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓪
(click to go to the song)

For the Sea loved the land
She reached out her arms to the Sand
A repeated dance
Of ebb and flow
Such is the Sea's romance
But the Sea will never show
A frustration with the tide
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow
As She and the Beach collide
Ebb and flow
Slowly, she takes more of her love
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow
Through quick kisses and brisk shoves
Ebb and flow
She returns the Sand to under her reach
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow
Stealing little bits of the Beach
Ebb and flow
And such is the love of the sea
Neverending until no land she sees

[Ember!]

username;; Emberwisp
name;; Azurine
gender;; Female
prompt;; living by the ocean, collecting seashells and stuff

[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

username;; Drasheep
name;; Lucia
gender;; Female
prompt;;

She could hear the melodic song echoing in her head, and she matched the beats with her paws perfectly, as she swiftly galloped across the sandy surf.

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As she approached the pier, something caught her eye. No, it wasn't one of the rare herbs she usually kept an eye out for, so she could sell it at her tea shop, but a small, glinting, fish-like thing. As her surprisingly hardy paws drew nearer, she realized something incredible. This was a baby shark.

She yelled for help. No one came. The young shark was clearly still alive, but in desperate need of water, and the tide seemed to be going in. She was unable to carry it to the ocean, as it would flop around in her arms too much. Unable to do much else, she ran to some brush near a house, and pulled a stick off of it. Thinking ahead, she went and grabbed a second one.


wip I love

[kaanekii]

res bc holy guacamole - total dreamy :>

[Blumoonwolf]

username;;
name;;
gender;;
prompt;; ((unlimited words, go crazy))

Marking <3

[steamplonk]

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[Sandstorm814]

username;; Sandstorm814

name;; Marina

gender;; Female

prompt;; I treaded across the sand dreaily. My pawprints were sunken deep in the sand like a swamp. My eyes downcast, I brushed some kelp of my fur. The world around me spun, as I trudged onward. I could faintly see a small hut close neigh, past the beach, propped on a slightly hill. The medic would be there, I knew. I turned my head to gaze upon the deep gash on my right foreleg,a trail of blood droplets following the paw prints. I could only hope I would reach there without getting anything outside factors in the wound, lest it be infected.