[irina]

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● Eztiaf (Es-ti-af | Singular) ● Eztiaves (Ez-ti-aves | Plural) ● Ezzie(s) ●

An Eztiaf is a canine bumble bee hybrid with some of it's body being made out of pure honey. The adults are the size of a newborn kitten, and the pups are small enough to fit in your hand. All Eztiaves can fly, but only a few can fly higher than planes. They are usually found in forests close to hives, but they can be found almost anywhere. Eztiaves have normal vision, but their antennas allow them to navigate and hear sounds from far away. Eztiaves are omnivores, they often eat plants, shrubs, fruits and vegetables. But occasionally eat insects.

Happy (Almost) Halloween you guys!
This is an impress me! Do whatever you want to your form, just remember to include their name and gender as the minimum.
Notes:
- They doesn't have any powers
- They always wear the witch hat
Ends on October 31st!

[augestines]

Name:lily
Gender:female
Wip


It's 3 in the morning on a school night so I will fix this tomorrow

[rabbit.]

-Dropping out- Bored :T

[snafu,]

name;
gender;
short story;

more to come, definitely a WIP!

[sibylline,]

-steals post-

.:Name:.
Estelle
.:Gender:.
Estelle is female
.:Hobby:.
.:Adopted Family:.
.:Past:.
.:Favourite Food:.
Besides candy corn, Estelle is a huge fan of white chocolate.
.:Halloween Costume:.
Estelle is going as a witch bride, as she does every other year

[PikachuTori25]

Name:
Selena
Gender:
Female

[♥ fefetasprxte ♥]

marking!

[Rescue2001]

User: tomijojo
Name: the wicked one/ wicken
Gender: female
Favorite place to be when not happy: she likes to go to this waterfall that's sorrounded by trees and at night it gives the perfect view on the moon ( that's one if the main reasons why she like to go there ) she also like how there is a tiny opening behind the waterfall where she likes going

It looks alot like the one in the picture but with no people

[AvisKnight]

Name: Zephyr
Gender: Female
Impress You: Story Time, I guess!
The little Eztiaf raised her head. She gazed around, looking for some means of getting onto the roof without flying. She had always found flying to be a bit awkward, and had therefore always preferred walking of finding other ways of doing things. After a bit of searching, she found what she was looking for. In front of her was a log, old and fallen over. The top part was on the roof, giving her a bridge. Sighing, she began her climb. The wood was rotten and fragile, and she realized that even the slightest mistake could send her toppling. She felt around for a bit at the base of the log, before deciding that she would taker her chances going up. It was easy, she told herself. It was just walking, after all. It's couldn't be that hard. She had been walking across things all her life, how would this be any different? Then, about halfway across the log, she slipped. She found herself hanging upside down on the bottom side of the log, clinging onto it. Thinking quickly, she flung back her back paws and flip right side up, landing on the ground with her paws a bit sore. She glanced up then back down at the ground, and shook her head. It wasn't worth the risk. She would just have to find another way up, she decided.

[Adamented]

"Bright, beautiful sun over the horizon breaking night,
sweet, kind, gentle onlooker is the stars to await their veil of sunlight
quiet, bold streaks in the ongoing skies seen for miles,
and her only one prized possession is the ability to make you smile"

I would name this divinity Séisadh, to mean Silent Melody
I would prefer they be of the feminine sort
Her theme song is Feel The Buzz by Sub.Sound, or Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy
Her quiet presence is unheard by the sharpest of ears, and her soul is serene. What a shame that in her dwelling of the night her beauty unrivaled is masked by the dark skies, though her eyes are alight like the stars high above, like glowing stones set to magnify the night of a thousand comets. She needs not a voice to be heard, and not sing a note for her song to be a beautiful as the deadly call of a siren, as much lethal as it is compelling and sweet. Painted with the color of the dusk in every land she has visit, leaving her memory with those who are lucky enough to spot the kind witch, not a witch of magic, potions, and wands, but a bewitching being of velvet movement and cunning mind, clever and swift within the shadows cast but the clouds as they drift past the moon.