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[Bluepup]

Username:Bluepup
Kirin's name:Jenna
Gender: Female
Age:3 years
Height: 12.3hh
Answer:Jenna's favorite flower is the Orchid. Why? Well, in her beliefs, an Orchid holds many stories within its multiple colored petals. It stands so frigile and hard to hold up. It acts indipendent,only growing once in life until it dies. Unlike other flowers that grow back, the orchid seems to accept that whats done is done and cannot be given back.

[.Ghost.]

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Will be reading through everything and judge this later on. c:

[.Ghost.]

Username: Raindrop
Kirin's name: Dasys (Pronounced dae-IE-saes)
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Height: 12.3hh
Answer: Her favourite flowers are white lilies, for their delicate and fragile, yet inwardly extravagant beauty when in full bloom. Dasys had first discovered them quite by accident as a young calf; she had once caught the lilies' intoxicating aroma, and curious of this scent, followed it to its source, eventually stumbling across a patch in the middle of meadow, bursting with remarkably beautiful, pale flowers, streaked on the inside with hints of a pastel-like green, the lilies that she would grow up to adore.

Congratulations, she's all yours!

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[Raindrop]

Oh my goodness, thank you so much for her! <33

[fantasy girl]

Congrats on the cheddar Kirin Raindrop <3

[NizoLuv]

Username: NizoLuv
Kirin's name: Raghnall (" Ruler's Advisor")
Gender: Male
Age: 27 years old
Height: 14.3hh
Writing:
" As the sun gleamed over head, the young white faced calf trotted close behind his mother. Every once in a while he'd snort or flick his tail to indicate he was still keeping up with her pace. Today was a special day for him. This would be his first day completely weaned from his mother. But of course, with any stubborn boy, he still tried to get what he wasn't allowed to have, which resulted in him being nipped on the rump by an irritated mom. The cow stopped, her long haired tail twitching next to her son. Raghnall stopped and looked up at her with bright golden eyes, his head tilted slightly in a questioning manner. Rag took a few inquisitive steps ahead, his ears perked forward, imitating his mother. A couple of minutes past before the cow bent her head down and softly nudged the calf's shoulder with her nose. Raghnall shook his head happily before his mother motioned for him to follow her once again.

Below a rather steep slope, a large grassy area could be seen. A few trees were scattered here and there, their trucks thick and canopies wide. Other Crown Kirins were all grazing or watching the other calves' frolic about with each other. Raghnall's eyes widened at the group, as he had never seen so many before. His mother let out an amused noise before she galloped down the slope, Rag struggling to keep his footing behind her. After what seemed like mere seconds of climbing they were in the field with the others. A few lifted their heads in greeting while others simply ignored them. He followed his mother's lead down under one of the trees, a few stony looking things on the ground around it. Raghnall watched his mom with interest as she picked them up in her mouth and began to chew. Snaps and crunches made him curious so he himself took one in his jaws and began to eat. He had no idea what these were, but they tasted wonderful! He grunted and scraped the earth with one front hoof much like a horse would do.

They had been here now for a few days. Though Raghnall was still overly dependent on his mother. But today would be different. As they were feeding a female calf came up behind Raghnall and head butted him. He let out a annoyed snort before he turned to see the look on her face. She jumped back a few paces, her tail waving invitingly behind her. Rag's mother looked up once, smiled, then went back to eating, letting the young ones play. Raghnall looked from her to the much younger female then back at his mother. He thought for a few seconds before he raced past her and she followed cheerfully. They played together, and then with all the other calves all day and were forced back to their mothers to sleep for the night. Raghnall happily curled close to his mother, his eyes heavy and slowly drifting into a deep sleep as he watched the night sky..."

[Rated R]

Username: Rated R
Kirin's name: Khalil meaning "friend"
Gender: Male
Age: 16 years
Height: 14.3hh
Writing: It was a normal hot summer day, Khalil trotting around his mother calmly as a calf. He sipped his mother's milk quietly and the tranquil breeze lifted his tail into the air. He never had met his father, but he wasn't too worried about that. His mother had said he was gone for the best. Playfully, he romped around, speaking with the wind, his call floating in the air. He had been named for his playful nature and kindness towards others. He had always treated his mother with respect, unlike several of the delinquent calves the roamed the hills. As the sun's first rays gleamed and shone brightly into the calf's eyes, Khalil felt the rush of a new day; yet something was off. He could feel the ground beneath his hooves tremble the slightest bit and a glimpse of worry fled to the innocent calf's eyes, his usually sparkling mirrors into the world wide with uncomfort.

Nonetheless, Khalil stayed near his mother, an uneasiness following him around like a cloud of dust. He rubbed his face on her warm chest, her fur intertwining with his white fur on his small face. His mother leaned down, her cheek gracefully touching his in a moment of unconditional love. Khalil closed his eyes gently, enjoying the presence of someone so caring and so dominant in his life. He felt his mother's weight lean towards him and he leaned towards her, the two kirin becoming one exploding with so much goodness and kindness and love. His eyes remained closed, imagining the beauty and vast natural landscape in front of him: the green grass, the clear river, the colorful faded wildflowers, and the purple mountain range. It was so pristine, so crystal clear. He knew that he was lucky to live on such a beautiful paradise, filled with kind animals and others like him with plenty of food and drink. He wasn't one to take for granted; he rightfully knew that such could easily escape him and he could live in a reality of hell, of starvation and of death. Khalil truly would never deserve to live in such a place; he had never harmed anyone or done anything to need punishment. But although he knew it could happened, Khalil couldn't fathom the idea of losing all good. At least if such a dreadful thing happened he would be with his mother, the one kind one surrounding him, teaching him, and protecting him right now. He was extremely warm by his mother.

But wait- his mother's relaxing hide was not there to support him anymore. Khalil did not wish to open his eyes, although he was sure to see the beauty of the valley and the surrounding purple mountains that served as a barrier to the outside world, the reality behind those mountains. His eyes were still closed and he slowly flickered them open, to be surprised in a horrific way. They widened, the tears burning behind the mirrors into Khalil's soul and singing his eyes as they leaped down from his eyelid to trace his cheek and fall onto the singed ground.

Khalil's paradise, his home, his only true knowing had been destroyed by the reality of the world. It had finally crept over the mountains that were supposed to protect him and all that he loved and cared for. The trees were black and burnt, his mother, her right side burned to her core. The warmth was not from his mother's hug and fur, it was from the fire blazing and burning her side as she protected her one and only calf. Khalil did not know what this large mass of red and yellow that swept through the valley was, killing and ruining everything it touched. He had no energy, and Khalil could do nothing but lay down on his side for a few minutes: trying to understand why bad things happen to good animals. Why must the world be so harsh and unforgiving this way? Khalil not only wept now for his mother and fellow animals, but for this sole reason: why should everything good fall to such a terrible end, especially when they did not deserve such a fate?

Tail singed slightly, the white-faced calf finally stood on trembling legs, knowing now what his destiny was to be. He was spared for this reason; to make everyone's life a little bit happier before their end, whether they pass peacefully or tragically. Such is how Khalil spent the rest of his life, saving, helping, advising, and most of all giving happiness to others. He lived up to his name not only for himself and others, but also for his mother and those who had to die to inspire him.

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I'm sorry if this was on the depressing side ;_;
I normally write better in emotion-full and tragic story-lines.
But it's sort of on a topic I've been thinking about, especially since I've just lost someone,
why must bad things happen to good people?

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

Username: rivendell
Kirin's name: Fantôme {meaning phantom, shade, ghost, etc.}
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen years
Height: 14.3hh
Writing: In this world, there are tales of wonder, imaginative heros, bravery, love and the brilliance of life.
And then there are the opposing sides, those of shadow, fear and anger, the lowest villan and the fiercest dictator.
Fortunatly, this tale is one of the former sort, a story woven from the scraps of dreams found in a calf's mind.

Many don't wake at dawn, as it's a very early time to be concious at. The few that do either have children or are one. Unfortunatly for her, Fantôme's mother had herself a young bull who, like many others his age, rose before the sun did. A small head connecting with her side, bleats and pleads and a few nips got her moving in the morning. Fantôme on the other hand, needed nothing to get started, he woke from his slumber in joy, the time of day made no difference to him. This just happened to be one of those days.


His day started of normally, a wake up call to his mother before light, prancing around her legs while she grazed and he nursed, and watching the sun rise. However, this peace was soon to be broken. Wandering off by himself, Fantôme discovered something new: a cave. Of course, what calf could resist?

The instant he stepped in, Fantôme was in awe. Fantastic shafts of light danced around the cavern as if they had wings. Colors burst from midair like firecrackers, and even as he stood there, they crowded around him. The lights fell over eachother like puppies, each vying for his attention in a different manner. Lifting up his masked face, Fantôme nudged a particularly small but bright one up, sending it soaring up towards the ceiling of the cave. A smile lit up the young Kirin's face, and he pranced farther into the stoney cavern happily. The lights followed him, tickling Fantôme's nose, ears, and neck as they brushed around him in their strange dance. THe young Kirin played with the lights, joining them for one magical afternoon. But as the burning sun sank lower into the sky, casting huddled shadows over the wall, the lights, one by one, flew out of the cave, until he, Fantôme, was the only one left. Hearing his mother calling to him, Fantôme stepped out of the cavern, the past few hours buzzing through him mind.

Of course, his mother fussed over him, and worried where he had gone and such. None of that mattered to Fantôme, as he was still with the lights, and his mind constantly wandered with them as the herd moved itself into nighttime.

Many years later, Fantôme would wonder about the lights. He had gone back once, to the same place that he had found the lights before.
And yet, there was nothing.
And yet, he still believed.
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Hmmm, this is much shorter than I originally intended it to be, but I hope you enjoy reading it anyways ^^

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Kirin's name: Looking!
Gender: Male
Age: 7 Years
Height: 14.3hh
Writing: WIP

I'm going to give this guy a try!

[ᚻadou]

Username: .sarcastic.cow.
Bull: darius
Cow: reiki
Owner of calf: .sarcastic.cow. [me c:]
Payment:

Username: .sarcastic.cow.
Answer: The Titanic c:

That's correct!
Your prize is... A free breeding, congrats!

I am indeed the owner of Darius :3I'd love for you to use that breeding spot on them, they would make the cutest little baby evah ouo