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Mystics Of Ladonia
Mystics are creatures made of a substance named "Yang", the origin of all magical creatures.
They protect the land of Ladonia, an almost imaginary place. Humans can't cross to their realm, because it's invisible to all of humankind. It's rather a kind of safe haven for animals, where we can't ever reach them.
The land overflows with clear lakes and crystalline rivers that wind through the lush grass. Ancient oaks and elms stand tall on the fields of green, providing shade. Immense mountains covered with snow are seen far in the distance. Birds are always overhead, and deer sprint along the hillsides, grazing on the grass.
The Mystics, are the guardians of this makeshift heaven. They've made sure for centuries upon centuries that no human has ever seen this place. But one day, something all changed.

Just figured I'd create one before exam. ;-;
Let's just say that if I don't have the time to judge after my exams, I'll ask Blueh for help. ._. Well, hopefully I do have the time to judge.
Extras are allowed. Art may be of poetry, music etc. doesn't restrict to drawings only.
Ends on May 28. Extends. Wips will not be judged.

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[b]Short Story:[/b]
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Palettes are from here.

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Username: snow i
Mystic's Name: acanthus
Short Story: acanthus walked through the forest, her thoughts going beyond her surroundings and echoing over the forest and to the sea where her destination lay. She continued on through the midsummer air pausing to feel the wind ruffle her fur. She made her way steadily towards the shore of that beach she had been longing for, and now she had it almost in her grasp. She remembered her father taking her to that very same place, and the one thing that he promised they would do there that would alter the course of the rest of her life. They would bury the compass.
Art:
Can you smell the fresh sea air
Can you smell it my child?
The water combing your silky hair
Can you taste it my child?
The sand cushioning your toes
Can you feel it my child?
The small blue children chasing your heels
Can you race them my child?
A map that leads to treasure of old
Can you see it my child?
The tinkling of diamonds and gold
Can you hear it my child?
The ocean is calling to you my child.