[Schnuffel Bunny]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sapient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

Their shining tails are used for identification and showing off,
which is helpful when spotting another Kalon from afar. This
association with other Kalons is why they are head-over-heels
for any shiny or colorful item that they come across!

standard - shine edit, hair edit
common - tail edit

Here we have another child inspired by the night and swirl stripes.
To win them show me one gif of the night and a short poem about the 'night time'.

No extras and prettying is allowed.

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username;
name;
gender;
night gif;
poem;

Ends on Feb. 7th!

[kolyakun]

☆★ Kolyakun || Tobias || Male ★☆

poem;
Day turned to night
Glowing moon in the night sky
For all eyes to see

-Haiku by me c':

[souldier]

☾ souldier // Nisha // Female // night gif// poem ↓ ☽

"Fireflies, fireflies, fly tonight,
Spread your wings and come take flight!

Fireflies, fireflies, fly tonight,
Take to the air and light up the night!"

- a poem written by souldier

[idyll]

username; Alonzo

name; Bassi

gender; Male

night gif;

poem;

the sky never sleeps
never rests
never stops
the sky is awake
while earth breathes
deep and dark
the sky is alive
alone
endless
the sky is an artist
springing its brush
from midnight to midnight
the sky gives life
pricks of light
strokes of heart
the sky is a dancer
flinging ribbons
elegant silence
the sky is alive
beauty breathes
but eyes are long closed

written by me

[waffle02]

username; waffle02
name; Nexus
gender; male

*night gif; This is what you meant...right?


*poem; The Moon and the Yew Tree by Sylvia Plath

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky --
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

[theexileofkiem]

username;
theexileofkiem

name;
Verne Solemnus Nocht

[Nickname: Solemn]

gender;
Male

night gif;

poem;

Darkness dancing drearily,
Pools of reflection stand quite still,
The atmosphere quite eerily,
As light shrinks to nill.

Happiness and joy still abundant,
That the pitch black does not diminish,
Questioning that is quite redundant,
Day comes to its finish.

--by theexileofkiem

[~randomidiot~]

username; ~randomidiot~
name; Tobi
gender; Male
night gif;

poem; I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

- Robert Frost

[Peachpie1164]

Username; Peachpie1164
Name; Todo Noir
Gender; Male
Poem;

The crystalline, shimmering, gleaming night
captured on black canvas hanging to dry.
Light years of marvelous traveling sight
caught in a sphere right before our mind's eye.
The splattered, spectacles sparkle so bright
leaving awe to hang in the soul and mind.
Transforming the darkness with gentle light.
Awakening spirits to the divine.
The vault of the heavens inhales our sight.
As we exhale all that it is giving.
When viewed one knows everything is all-right
and this cosmos was made for the living.
One sky, one life, one beautiful desire.
That we all burn true-love like star-light fire.
-Stevy Want

[justamindset]

username; DragonOfEmber
name; Dhyn
gender; Male
night gif;




poem;

Some say,
The world falls for a reason,
Some say,
That we live each season,
Only to see ourselves crumble.

I watch the stars,
See them shine
And know that,
When it stops,
The soul it had trapped,
had been forgotten.

Some say,
The world falls for a reason,
Some say,
That we live each season,
Only to see ourselves crumble.

Do you see it,
The world around us,
Falling with uncertainty?
Falling for this sense,
Of security,
this sense of safety?

Some say,
The world falls for a reason,
Some say,
That we live each season,
Only to see ourselves crumble.

Perhaps it's time I say this too.




-Written By Me; DragonOfEmber

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