[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Name: Revon
Sound: the stone of a Quasar - astronomy nerd

[glassesprotag]

Mark

[Sneky]

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Username: Sneky
Name: Áile
Sound:

“Marja, Marja, it’s snowing!”

“Ya, so? It’s December, Aile, it snows.” Her sister didn’t even bother looking up from the book she was reading, a fire in the hearth roasting the pot of stew they were to have for dinner.

“I’m gonna go outside,” Aile had already begun lacing up her boots to go tromp through the fresh snow as white as her coat.

“Ok, just take your boots off outside so you don’t track water inside, I just cleaned the floors!” But Aile had not heard her sister’s scolding, she had already closed the door behind her and walked into the winter night.

The woods became a different world the night of a fresh snow. Tracks had not yet been stepped into the white drifts in the undergrowth, cast a gentle orange by the light of the fire. Shadows danced through the pine boughs, fickle and uncertain, fading into the night as fast as they were created. But Aile’s draw to the fresh snow was not the sight, but the sound.

The world was quiet, asleep and subdued by a white blanket of cold. The snow muffled any sound as it was falling, as if a pillow had enveloped the forest that Aile called home. The usual noises of the woods were asleep; the capercaillie and bunting quiet until the meek winter sun would peek her head over the horizon for a short while. The peace would be broken by morning, but for now it was calm. Perfectly silent.

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[⸙❜◌┊Ren]

Mark!

Sound of a tea kettle

[Lyciran]

𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮: Lyciran
𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮: Kita
𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭:
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xxxxxAs Kita woke up,
xshe could feel the soft breeze of the wind on her nose and fluffy fur.
xShe peeked her head out of the tree trunk,
xit reveal the trees and grass swaying in the wind.
xxxxxKita was in awe at the sight! She loved to hear whispers of the wind flow around her and the foliage. It xwas something that could take her breathe away,
xshe wishes this time of spring would never end.

xxxxxWhen winter comes along,
xKita is always so eager to leave the tree trunk for it has snowed and she loved the sound of her small feet crunching in the freshly piled snow.
xxxxxKita bounces in delight at the snow, ready to be trampled on by Kita.
xShe runs out, excited to run everywhere and to just feel the snow underneath her small
x form.
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[zero.two]

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username. Min-Yoongi (#743737)
kalon name. Malachite
kalon gender. female
prompt. favorite sound.





xxxxxxxxxxx─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * If hugs were lightning, I'd send you the thunderstorm. * :☆ﾟ. ───

xx Malachite has always been fond of the sound of thunderstorms. When she was just a kid, she would sit outside during storms and listen to the soothing sounds with her mother. It became a sort of comfort to her when she was down or angry.

The dull roar and powerful booms of the thunder, the crackling luminescence of the lightning, it was always a tranquil experience. The feeling of renewal and awakening as the sky opened up and poured down on the earth below.

Storms take her away from her earthly ties and desires and bring a natural calming to her very soul. When young, thunder and lightning may seem loud and scary, but as we grow older, storms become something completely different. Coupled with the rain and lightning, thunder can be an awakening, a way to focus the mind and soothe the soul.

Another feat of storms is the momentary feeling of fear as the lightning pierces the sky and brings its thunder. Being able to feel the boom as it shakes your body and rings in your ears. The adrenaline rush from a storm is one that can't be matched to anything else. It's a feeling of excitement and fear, knowing the storms are dangerous and powerful, but coupled with an immense feeling of relief and power as the sounds fade away and lightning continues to flash in the distance.

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[ajohanna]

username;; ajohanna
name;; singe
sound;;

have you ever heard of snow falling to the ground? well, singe loves that sound, but absolutely hate's snow and anything cold. it clumps on her paws and takes forever to melt.

there is something, however, that sounds almost exactly like this.

singe was at a farm once and there were pigeons everywhere. hundreds of them! when they got spooked, they all flocked together and flew in a group over her head. the sound of their feathers gently grazing and moving together in the flock sounds exactly like snow falling on the ground. it always brings a smile to her face.

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[Galeslash7]

Username: MacawWildGirl
Name:
Sound:
WIP

[Sheer]

Gonna just sit this down right here so I don't forget. uwu

Username: Sheer
Name:
Sound: Bells and or Windchimes

[kolyakun]

Username: kolyakun
Name: Cypress
Sound: Winter's song
Under a dove grey sky the colours of my world don their winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before. The path sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings me right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold lips. I adore winter and all it brings, especially the sounds. My ears are sensitive, I feel as though the winter months talk- no sing to me. The sound of the snowflakes falling delicately around me, whispering sweet nothings in my ears. The whistle of the wind is like music to my ears, together the entirety of winter performs it’s song to anyone listening but it seems it is only me who appreciates it.

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