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Ends 11/20/17

[Lioashu]

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[Jippy]

User: Dreamlight
Name: Ember
Gender: female
Story [min 100 words]: wip!
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[jennfreckles]

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[Monomares]

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haru. | Kahi | they/them | genderfluid | chill with everything | hates spicy food | favorite season is winter | likes making bead creations | ♫
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Kahi was curled up by the fire with a blanket wrapped around their soft, fluffy fur to keep them warm during this harsh winter. They sipped on some hot cocoa while reading a book about ancient dragon myths. After reading for a few minutes, Kahi set down the book and their hot cocoa to get some music. Taking out a phone and some earphone's they turned on some calm music, then they grabbed a basket of a variety of beads and string that was on top of the fireplace mantle. Kahi picked up a red string about a foot long and tied a knot at the end of it. At the other end, they started to string on different colored beads. First black, then red, then orange, then came a yellow. Next a white. Back to yellow, orange, red. Last black. Repeating this pattern for a bit until they finished the string of beads. Kahi got up and made their way over to the stairs, climbing up then into their room. Approaching a dreamcatcher hanging above their bed, they strung the string onto the catcher and then flopped onto their bed. Still listening to the calming music. About 10 minutes went by before Kahi fell asleep. And this was how Kahi spent most of her winter days... peacefully working on bead crafts, and listening to calming music, occasionally talking with friends and family. [223/100]

[saltcow]

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[Vilhelm]

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[PYREX.]

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unfunny
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ignis (meaning fire in latin)
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male
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Ignis was named by his latin father Tacitus which translates to Tyler in English, he was different and his mother and father knew that as soon as he was born. His colours on his fur where nothing like his mother or father but like the colours of Tacitus mother and father. he was a gorgeous cub and was very playful. As soon as he became a toddler his parents knew how special he was. When the family where sleeping one hot summers morning the mother awoke to a burning smell throughout their small home in a woodland tree. She woke Tacitus who immediately ran towards ignis to find him covered in fire and debri still peacefully sleeping, he was not burnt or injured. After the incident the family where happier then ever and never shared their sons little secret but knew he was what they called "their little flame prince".
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[friggin' foxes]

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9TailedFox

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Ciro

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The moon glowed in the night sky. It's crimson light kissing the world below. Uncountable stars hung over his head like fireflies on a summer evening. As he walked down a foggy path in the reddened world, he counted the seconds that passed yet it felt like time was passing so quickly. As the red moon faded back to its pure white light, below the scenery he knew all to well came back into sight. Like the spell caste on Cinderella, his world of wonder disappearrd at midnight, and he was left bored once more. The long grass tickled his legs as he walked of the path and into the woods, wet leaves dampened his paws. Shadows othere then his own seemed to follow him. The trees loomed over as if they were looking down apon him, and only the sound of a near brook babbled ever so quietly. He walked on until he reached a giant maple tree, it's red leaves did not match the season in which captivated the rest of the land. It's tall trunk seemed rough and wet. He approached the base of the tree and walked around the other side, climbing over tangled roots and stones. He stopped at the entrance of a small hole and crawled inside. Small crystals gave of a light blue glow and lit his was as he followed down the winding tunnel. As he walked into a big room the light of the crystal faded and soon he was engulfed in darkness. He breathed a small plume of fire and faced the grave of his beloved one.

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|| Ciro | He/him | Bisexual | Short tempered | Cat lover ||