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[25Sky_]

CS Screen Name: 25Sky_
# of Aquamoris: #33
Name of Aquamoris: Fawkes
IF #36, Write Something About Her:
Other:

[Sirenia]

CS Screen Name: Cottoncandy.
# of Aquamoris: #36
Name of Aquamoris: Rainbow
IF #36, Write Something About Her: Rainbow used to be a grey plain dragon. Everyone used to tease her about being so grey up to the point where her friend left her because she got picked on too. Back then her name used to be Gray. Gray would sit on her bed every night looking at the stars hoping one day she would be colorful. She was so desperate one day she covered herself in blue paint, which Missy(popular girl in dragon school) poured water on her to make it was off, then she said "Aw, look at Gray trying to be colorful like me(Missy was the most colorful dragon, she was blue, purple and pink)!" Gray ran out of the school and locked herself in her room crying, her parents couldn't get her out. One night she wished on a shooting star to be colorful and when she awoke the next day she was red! She went to school and her ex-friend said "Gray? What happened to you? You used to be grey not red...." Gray was so happy she started calling herself 'Rose'. The next week on Thursday when she awoke she was orange! Her friend(her friend, Daisy, a white dragon, came back to her) said "Now you're,..... orange?" After a couple weeks of color changing when she awoke she was rainbow! When she got to school her friend, Daisy, said "Oh wow! You're even more colorful than Missy! Missy got mad and broke her chair in class, which got her detention. Violet(she changed her name every time she changed color and her last color was violet) changed her name to Rainbow and was so happy!

Whew, long story.
Other: Thank you for the chance C:

[KellySosa]

CS Screen Name: KellySosa
# of Aquamoris: 34
Name of Aquamoris: Greeny
IF #36, Write Something About Her:
Other: none

[Archer of Time]

Thank you everyone for filling out forms for the VR AM c:
Here is how this will go:
~You may edit your forms until 6am EST on Feb. 1st
~I will be reading all forms and picking who gets her from 6-8am EST Feb. 1st
~Codes for her and the others will be sent out then as well

Good luck! Great forms so far!

[Archer of Time]

There is a link in the first post to an AM survey.
It would be very appreciated if you could fill it out for us!

[Galaxy Moon]

CS Screen Name: Galaxy Moon
# of Aquamoris: 35
Name of Aquamoris: RipTide
IF #36, Write Something About Her:
Other: I love the ombre shading!

[Mero]

CS Screen Name:
# of Aquamoris: 34
Name of Aquamoris: Grenet
IF #36, Write Something About Her:
Other:Yayyy

[Archer of Time]

Thank you all for adopting!
Due to the VR contest, which may effect who gets the other three AM, the codes will be sent out tomorrow moring (just clarifying).
Thank you to those who took the survey so far! Your responses are what will help implement new ideas and changes into AM!

[Cooluser1615]

CS Screen Name: HeroHorse
# of Aquamoris: #36
Name of Aquamoris: Spectrum
IF #36, Write Something About Her:
The story of Spectrum's finding did not actually begin with her. It all started with four horses and an antique shop...

Sakura, the Mustang-Connemara crossbreed, walked through the bustling streets of Galway city. Like her companions, Sakura had the ability to change into a human at will and was in her human form, under the guise of a petite teenage girl with pale skin and black hair streaked with lines of white. She appeared to be about fifteen years old, although she was actually a two-year-old. Horses aged faster than humans, and she was no exception. The 'girl' wore grey jeans and a turquoise woolen jumper with a picture of a snowflake upon it. Even with her strange eyes, the right eye brown and the left eye blue, Sakura was easy to bypass. The same could not be said about her friends. While Saddam, garbed in a grey hoodie and denim jeans, fitted into the crowd, the same could not be said for Sabarl or Scriostoir. Scriostoir was so tall that he dwarfed many of the adults in the crowd. His black hair was untidy and in need of trimming, and the golden symbols that wove around his body gave a first impression fierce enough to give strangers a reason to avoid him. Sakura knew that this first impression was entirely false; if anything, Scriostoir was too gentle. As for Sabarl... well, it was a nightmare trying to conceal that half of her body was robotic. She wore a black cap, sunglasses, a black cloth which obscured the lower half of her face, a black jumper which concealed her neck, black leather gloves, black jeans and boots which reached up to the middle of her calves. The dark first impression which Sabarl created was, in complete contrast to Scriostoir's, entirely deserved. A violin case was slung over Sabarl's back, and Sakura had a feeling that she was probably listening to another obscure rock band on her iPod. Not that Sakura minded, of course. However menacing Sabarl behaved towards strangers, she had never once been mean or rude to Sakura.

Sakura couldn't help but glance at the shops and cafés which the group passed. Paying any of the businesses custom was a fantasy, though, as the four horses were virtually broke. Besides, why would one need an overpriced snowglobe or a bread made from fifteen types of grain? Her group didn't have much in the way of material possessions; four bags, a poetry book, Sabarl's violin, a second-hand Nokia phone and the iPod. Being horses, the group didn't need the extravagant foods which the humans adored. However, that didn't mean that they didn't enjoy them. When the weather was good and the season was decent for tourists, Sabarl would sometimes go busking to earn some money. Yet the group could never stay in one place for a long time, especially when the summer holidays ended; people would enquire as to why they weren't in school. In a place as large as Galway, they could stay for about a week, provided that they flitted from field to field for a place to rest and graze every night.

A heavy drop of rain interrupted Sakura's musings; the thick, grey layer of stratus clouds had finally decided to deposit their load of rain. Saddam looked at the sky and frowned, Scriostoir held out his right hand as if to catch a raindrop or two, Sabarl clutched her violin protectively. "We need to get inside." Sabarl ordered harshly. Nobody commented on the abruptness of her tone of voice, not even the irritable Saddam, for they knew what was at stake. The damp weather would damage the violin, perhaps permanently. The group hurried trooped into the nearest shop -an old antiques store- and watched the sky opening outside. After it had become clear that the weather was not going to improve rapidly, the group split up and began to pretend to look at the antiques. Sakura didn't have to feign interest in the objects, though, as every antique fascinated her. She wondered about the people who had once used the items, particularly the more personal ones, such as a locket or a mirror. Despite her interest in the antiques, Sakura did not touch them any of them. Most of them looked breakable, and all of them had a many-figured pricetag. She wandered, looking at the antiques and scarcely observing her surroundings. It was little surprise that Sakura was caught unawares when she saw the lamp.

It was a lamp obviously designed to stand on the floor of a room; there was no way its tall, cumbersome design could balance on a desk or a bedside table. The lamp seemed impossible to place an age upon, timeless in design and pristine appearance. The stand was made out of copper or brass, woven with patterns of ivy, with insects and small animals hidden between the masterfully crafted leaves. Yet even the artfulness of the paled before the object which seemed to have been made to sit in place of a lampshade. It was a colourless, translucent crystal, or perhaps a certain variety of glass, that appeared to have been shaped to the likeness of a strange, fantastical creature. It was a beast with a elegant body, akin to that of a weasel or a stoat, but it possessed longer legs and three foxlike tails. The delicate, alert head with its large, innocent eyes reminded Sakura of a fawn or a fennec fox. The animal would not have looked out of place in a medical tapestry, but for the sheer detail with which it was crafted. The creature, although its body curved around the upper section of the lamp's stand, was poised in an alert stance, as though it had seen something unusual. It looked so life-like and yet... lifeless. The material did not reflect colour, it did not even sparkle in the light. Sakura glanced around at the other antiques, and thought aloud "How strange, that such a material does not reflect a single colour in the spectrum...".

Suddenly the stone glowed with colour. No, glowed wasn't the right word. It radiated every hue of the rainbow, bathing the antique shop in multicoloured lights so blinding that Sakura and the others had to close their eyes. When the light faded, the shop appeared much the shape; except for one antique. Where the stone had been on the lamp, a creature sat. It was of the exact same shape and size as the stone figure, but its coat glistened with vibrant hues of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple and pink. Its black eyes met Sakura's own, and she stared back in wonderment. Sabarl, Saddam and Scriostoir also stood, transfixed by the strange creature, until a noise caught everybody's attention. "Ahem?" the human said. She was clearly the owner of the antique store and she fixed her commanding gaze upon the group. The woman muttered something akin to "That'll be the last time I accept Niamh's offer of a 'night out'.". To the group, she said "Get out! I don't want any loiterers in my shop!". Sakura, Sabarl, Saddam and Sciostoir quickly left the store, leaving the woman taking a glance around the building. Satisfied that nothing was out of place, she began to walk back to her desk, then stopped for a moment. Hadn't that copper lamp stand had some kind of glass sculpture on it? She shook her head, refusing to believe that anything had happened besides her mind playing tricks on her.

Outside, Sakura was smiling, as was everybody else in the group, even Saddam. The creature had nestled itself into Sakura's baby-blue rucksack with extraordinary speed. Later, the group would come to worry about that speed, especially when coupled with the intelligent, independent nature which the creature already displaying. For now, though, they were happily, joyful with their bizarre, tiny victory over humanity and its denial of magic. Sakura laughed with joy, and the others joined in. Sabarl reached for Sakura's hand and held it gently, the almost-tangible happiness promoting her to do so. The streets were wet and slippery, the sky was still covered in clouds, but the rain had finished falling, and a beautiful rainbow carved its way through the sky above Galway city.

Other: Sabarl, Sakura, Saddam and Sciostoir are my orginal characters, not dervived from any source but my own imagination. The art which has been linked to above is ©HeroHorse at deviantart and Chickensmoothie.

[Archer of Time]

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