[cherubim]

res, partner is ignominyy ♡

[Mid-life]

Looking for a partner- I'm interested in this Kalon.

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reserve! my partner is livinglethal

[sicknasty]

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username: sicknasty
partner: boss.
name: raine grayson
gender: female
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the rain drizzled miserably down the window pane, and richard stretched to touch his nose to the cold glass. it seemed fitting that the sky should be as grey as the mood inside the dingy orphanage room that he and raine had been given.
he heard a sigh and a creak of bedsprings as his sister crawled up to stare out of the window next to him, their whiskers almost touching. cheer up, buttercup, she whispered. it's not the end of the world.
he rolled away, turning to face the peeling wallpaper. it is, though, he muttered. isn't it? we've lost everything, rainy-day.
she was quiet for a moment, then punched his shoulder. don't say that, scrub. we've still got each other.
you're right, for once. usually, a remark like that would spring a volley of back-and-forth no-you-ares, but today was too somber for bickering. we're still together. but from now on... he turned to face her, his dark eyes calm and strangely distant. it's just you and me now, sister. we need to look after each other.
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the twins were orphaned at a young age, and found themselves isolated in a world that they didn't quite understand. with little else to depend on, they ended up relying on each other forprotection and support. as the kits got older, their protective isolation became full-fledged quarantine. though they had acquired a mysterious reputation among their peers, and would have found it easy to make friends if they wanted to, the twins found no need to interact with anyone other than each other. richard was the quieter and more introspective of the two, usually being the one to plan the wild adventures the twins dreamed of, while raine saw herself as the protector of her brother. though she was usually the one taking the blame when their schemes went wrong, either of them would have died to protect the other.
life in the orphanage after their parents died was difficult, but it was going to school that was hardest - they were the freaky twins, the self-imposed outcasts, and their reluctance to even try to fit in marked them as outsiders.
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hey, look! it's dicky-boy and the tangerine terror! the twins sat at their usual spot in the cafeteria, hunched over some complex project that spilled in sheaves of brightly coloured paper over the table between them. they looked up in uncanny synchronization as a giggling troupe of final-year students surrounded them. working on something, losers? their leader sneered, a leggy kalon with a bad attitude.
richard's gaze dropped to the table, hurriedly sweeping the notes together and into his bag, while raine got to her feet, prickling in defense. nothing you'd understand, she hissed, with all the dignity her small stature could muster. you're too dumb and too lonely to even get it.
the bully was unimpressed, and turned on her heel before throwing back a last remark over her shoulder.
you're still freaks, kids. don't you forget it.

[elio.]

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........username;; //_Asher_// / name;; Piper Rose / gender;; female xxx /// xxx username;; #kinqkuro / name;; Leslie Rose / gender;; female

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......Two siblings born into a royal family with completely different stories.
......At a very young age, their parents divorced, their mother taking Piper, and their father keeping Leslie. Their mother moved back to the kingdom
......she was born in with Piper, and very rarely visited her estranged spouse, except for official business. As the girls grew their personalities developed
......quite a deal more. Piper grew to be an absolute tomboy at heart, but unfortunately lived in a very girly world, and was forced into the lifestyle of a
......"proper woman". Leslie developed into a blossom of a dainty young woman, but her father was set on making a man out of her. Neither young kalon
......enjoyed the way their lives had been laid out for them but had no choice but to conform to their parents demanding wishes. To their luck, morbid as
......it may sound, their parents soon expired, and they were left to inherit the thrones of their neighboring kingdoms. With the death of their parents the
......two sisters joyfully reconnected and in celebration of their rule, they joined the two kingdoms and began a new era of peaceful joint Queendom.

......Throughout their entire lives, even with the distance between them as young children, the siblings shared a great deal of love for one another.
......In their teen years, they would take visits to each other, much to their parents' displeasure, but nothing could keep them apart. Even with their
......polar opposite personalities, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, one not complete without the other. Leslie’s rational, thoughtful, and
......loving personality making the perfect stabilizer for Piper’s wild, courage driven, and protective personality. Many thought their leadership
......would bring the newly unified kingdom to its knees, but instead, they took it higher than it had ever been. Together with their leadership skills
......and their perception of each other mesh so well, all they need to communicate are their eyes, and they always know what the other is thinking.
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[artemis,]

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kalon name // arietta hart
kalon gender // female
link to partner's form // ~Neon_and_Lylia~

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[neon.]

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Username: neondisaster && watchdog
Link to Partner's Form: [Viseryon]
Name: Aleya
Gender: Female
Word Count; 500 / 500

"You have your father's eyes," she'd whisper, cupping Aleya’s face. Her mother was always so gentle when she praised. And yet, she'd seen the same hand turn against her brother, pushing him away.

"Don't look at me with those eyes of yours!" She'd scolded, the night they'd run away. Viseryon didn't know he'd been looking at her. He couldn't see. Aleya had taken his hand, and they'd left.

"I can look after you, I can be your eyes." Aleya had whispered, and he’d felt her hand press to his. “Hold my hand, okay? We’ll make it.”

His sister made many rash decisions. She took nothing lightly- everything was personal. A slight against the humble cottage they’d lived in was a personal offense. She often decided made decisions on a whim, never thinking of the consequences.

Her brother never spoke up- it was like he’d lost his tongue too, rather than just his eyes. He let himself be pushed around. Go here, do that. If he gets hurt, it’s okay, he can take it.

When they ran away, it was Aleya’s rashness. But it was also her bravery. When they found a place to stay, it was Viseryon’s willingness to agree that had them following the shopkeep’s directions. But it was also his cleverness.

The shopkeep had directed them to a flower shop, where the woman running it was well known for always helping others out. She’d taken one look at the two and hugged them both. Aleya had tensed up, a foot in front of her brother before she’d even noticed. And Viseryon had a hand on her shoulder, ready to pull her back if necessary.

“My little roses,” the woman had sighed, “What thorns! You can stay for as long as you need.”

Later, they’d learned that roses symbolised balance, hope, and new beginnings. Aleya didn’t think too much of it- but she did ask if her feelings were obvious.

Yes, Viseryon had replied, dead-pan. I can see you wear your heart on your sleeve. Aleya smacked him.

But he didn’t need to see to know all the emotions that showed in Aleya’s voice. She was his sister, and his protector. He didn’t always need one, and sometimes he felt too smothered- her presence was large, and always felt. But she was his rock.

Aleya knew sight wasn’t everything. Viseryon could manage without it. He could tell by the little sharp breath she took that she was about to let someone have it. He could tell the sound as she scuffed her feet that she was ready to charge in. And he’d pull her back. Before, he would have told her to save her energy for the battle at home. Now, he told her to save her energy- think of the flower shop. They don’t need a warrior. Sometimes she felt like a rock in a river, being shaped and worn down. But she was being polished, being better than before. And that was important. Her sibling was important.

[sicknasty]

please can i ask for a short extension? i will be away for most of this weekend and i know i will probably not be able to finish my form in the time i have!

[faunsie]

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-𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇,𝐼 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹..-

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(sorry I write male pov better /_\)
“Two homeless kits? They shouldn’t be around here alone.”
“We should take them to that orphanage.”
“Yeah. Or better yet, I know a guy who’d take the lighter one.”
“What about the other one? Should we drop him off by himself?”
“NO!” I yelled.

I hate having that dream.

“Faster!” If I went any faster I’d run into a tree for sure. I was giving Vanderwood a piggyback ride. I was having fun and laughing (not as much as her of course). This was a good way to pass time while Shane and his friends renovated our treehouse--our new home.
We’d found it a couple days before, abandoned. I had told Vander about running into lurking danger before she bounded up to it, but she never heeds any of my warnings. At least there wasn’t any danger there.
I wouldn’t be sleeping in random places anymore (on branches, under trees and bushes, etc.) It never felt right, having no place to call “home.” The only place I feel “home” at is anywhere when I’m writing in this journal. And it definitely helps me out. It’s easier to keep my thoughts here than telling Vanderwood. I guess you could call me more.. reserved.
I’m so tired. I’ve been awake for almost 2 days in a row.
The renovations are finally over. I’ve gotten my first good night’s sleep in as far back as I can remember. Me and Vanderwood aren’t nomads anymore. We’ve got a home now! No more exploring means no more danger.. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.
Shane is building another treehouse next to ours, too! He and Tonje will live there--and I must admit, Tonje’s kind of cute. She’s full of energy like Vanderwood, but a bit smarter than her. No offense!
“Aspen. Vale. Tell me what’s wrong! I can tell you’re hiding something. Something more than usual!”
“Okay, okay.” I must say, there’s a lot of coaxing involved with what she made me do that day..
Well, I spilled all of it. I told her about how afraid I was every time we found another place to explore. It just wasn’t fun anymore, after we’d gotten separated like that. I told her about my sleeping, my nightmares.. All of it.
“You know, you could have just told me. I could have helped you!”
“Yeah..”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me now. You need to tell me things from now on! It’s not healthy to keep it all inside!”
“Understood!” I said firmly. I saluted. “Yes ma’am!”
I felt so much better after all of this was over.
Laughs filled the room. Vanderwood and I were playing games in our treehouse. She was bouncing with excitement. We were having so much fun! I am happier these days. Though I’m still quiet, I don’t worry anymore!
I don’t keep secrets anymore. Vanderwood and I can have so much fun now. I feel like I can finally be a kit again.....
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(checked on word 2016,may be different depending on sites)

[Mid-life]

please can i ask for a short extension? i will be away for most of this weekend and i know i will probably not be able to finish my form in the time i have!

I would also like to request a short extension.