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Re: kalon #525 - lavender
by doktor monty » Mon Sep 05, 2016 10:40 am
I wonder what this is cc;
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by catdoqq » Mon Sep 05, 2016 2:03 pm
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username: phantaloon.
name: colette
gender: female
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username: phantaloon.
name: colette
gender: female
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untrusting
emotional
kindhearted
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untrusting
emotional
kindhearted
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age: around 27
zodiac sign: pisces
d/o/b: february/20
favourite pastime: loves watching
movies, folding origami and HAS A
MAJOR OBSESSION WITH THE CLOUDS
relationships: tristan-friend
(tristan belongs to madness,)
┗━━━━━━━━━━┛zodiac sign: pisces
d/o/b: february/20
favourite pastime: loves watching
movies, folding origami and HAS A
MAJOR OBSESSION WITH THE CLOUDS
relationships: tristan-friend
(tristan belongs to madness,)
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in another life,
she dreamed of impeccable happiness
the skies would always be blue,
almost as if they were promising another tomorrow..
the birds would sing melodies that were gifts to the ears,
melodies that would make your soul dance.
melodies that would simply light your spirit on fire.
but the problem was, she always held onto that impossible dream.
she held onto it until it became no more,
until the thread she'd clung onto for so long snapped, t
he life inside of her snapping with it.
until all hope was given up of another life.
that was when she stopped talking.
when she thought her voice was for nobody's ears,
when she thought it was just no use anymore.
that was when she started collecting those wielding flowers,
weaving them into her hair that never seemed to stop growing.
the hair that she never bothered to just snip away and let go,
along with all of the pain she felt.
that was when she gave up hope on believing in another life.
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛she dreamed of impeccable happiness
the skies would always be blue,
almost as if they were promising another tomorrow..
the birds would sing melodies that were gifts to the ears,
melodies that would make your soul dance.
melodies that would simply light your spirit on fire.
but the problem was, she always held onto that impossible dream.
she held onto it until it became no more,
until the thread she'd clung onto for so long snapped, t
he life inside of her snapping with it.
until all hope was given up of another life.
that was when she stopped talking.
when she thought her voice was for nobody's ears,
when she thought it was just no use anymore.
that was when she started collecting those wielding flowers,
weaving them into her hair that never seemed to stop growing.
the hair that she never bothered to just snip away and let go,
along with all of the pain she felt.
that was when she gave up hope on believing in another life.
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personality; colette is mute. it sounds so blunt at first sight. not because she
cannot talk, because she chooses not to.
she's different. she has so many things to say but she can't say them. she's forced
to keep them inside. she feels like she's always about to explode with these
emotions she can't let out. because what would they think if the girl who's never
spoken a word in her life, or atleast from what they can tell, decided to speak
again? that it was all a game? heavens no. it wasn't a game. but they wouldn't
believe that.
and if you couldn't tell, she's untrusting, never wanting to even scribble how she
feels down due to her fears of someone finding it. someone finding out how she
really feels. and she definitely doesn't want that.. someone pressuring her to tell
them how she feels today, when there's barely even a way to describe what she's
even feeling. ironically though, she's an author, writing about clouds and such in
her free time.
but nonetheless, she's kindhearted, willing to go to the ends of the earth for anyone.
colette loves to comfort people, to be the rock they need when they feel like they're
drowning. she loves to bring happiness to others, to possibly somehow make up for all
of the happiness she's missed out on.
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛cannot talk, because she chooses not to.
she's different. she has so many things to say but she can't say them. she's forced
to keep them inside. she feels like she's always about to explode with these
emotions she can't let out. because what would they think if the girl who's never
spoken a word in her life, or atleast from what they can tell, decided to speak
again? that it was all a game? heavens no. it wasn't a game. but they wouldn't
believe that.
and if you couldn't tell, she's untrusting, never wanting to even scribble how she
feels down due to her fears of someone finding it. someone finding out how she
really feels. and she definitely doesn't want that.. someone pressuring her to tell
them how she feels today, when there's barely even a way to describe what she's
even feeling. ironically though, she's an author, writing about clouds and such in
her free time.
but nonetheless, she's kindhearted, willing to go to the ends of the earth for anyone.
colette loves to comfort people, to be the rock they need when they feel like they're
drowning. she loves to bring happiness to others, to possibly somehow make up for all
of the happiness she's missed out on.
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how she met tristan;
it was a beautiful day, the sun's rays cascading over the land, the flowers
waving delicately in the wind.
colette was sitting in a barren field, stripped of all flowers, dead grass spanning
almost the whole area. she was simply thinking, thoughts angrily pulsing through
her head relentlessly. colette looked up at the sky, which was scattered with clouds.
she could make out the simple shapes of the clouds, beautiful, they were. and colette
felt as if she were the only one to appreciate them. everyone else had their noses stuck
down on their modern electronics, or initiating conversations with others. nobody really
had the time to look at the white patches in the sky, presences that were almost always
there.
pulling colette from her thoughts, she heard a shout emitting from what sounded like a
male. slowly turning her head in the direction where she'd heard the sound, her eyes
landed on a frail, brown kalon, speckled with bits of purple.
colette quickly padded over to the kalon's aid, helping him up.
"oh, thank you for helping me up!" the kalon chattered, dusting himself off.
colette simply nodded, giving a small grin.
"well, i'm tristan! what's your name?" he asked curiously.
colette simply shook her head.
"huh? why won't you talk?"
colette looked down, flustered and her face growing red.
"oh!" tristan exclaimed, pawing himself on the head.
"i'm so sorry, i didn't know!" he added apologetically, looking down nervously.
colette smiled and nodded, noting it was alright.
she turned around, flicking her
long tail as a signal for tristan to follow. she lead him to the spot where she previously
was sat at. colette pointed at the clouds.
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it was a beautiful day, the sun's rays cascading over the land, the flowers
waving delicately in the wind.
colette was sitting in a barren field, stripped of all flowers, dead grass spanning
almost the whole area. she was simply thinking, thoughts angrily pulsing through
her head relentlessly. colette looked up at the sky, which was scattered with clouds.
she could make out the simple shapes of the clouds, beautiful, they were. and colette
felt as if she were the only one to appreciate them. everyone else had their noses stuck
down on their modern electronics, or initiating conversations with others. nobody really
had the time to look at the white patches in the sky, presences that were almost always
there.
pulling colette from her thoughts, she heard a shout emitting from what sounded like a
male. slowly turning her head in the direction where she'd heard the sound, her eyes
landed on a frail, brown kalon, speckled with bits of purple.
colette quickly padded over to the kalon's aid, helping him up.
"oh, thank you for helping me up!" the kalon chattered, dusting himself off.
colette simply nodded, giving a small grin.
"well, i'm tristan! what's your name?" he asked curiously.
colette simply shook her head.
"huh? why won't you talk?"
colette looked down, flustered and her face growing red.
"oh!" tristan exclaimed, pawing himself on the head.
"i'm so sorry, i didn't know!" he added apologetically, looking down nervously.
colette smiled and nodded, noting it was alright.
she turned around, flicking her
long tail as a signal for tristan to follow. she lead him to the spot where she previously
was sat at. colette pointed at the clouds.
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"oh, the clouds, huh? yeah, they're pretty. i wish people noticed them more." tristan
nodded, seeming to know what colette meant.
collete smiled, he understood. she thought warily, but nonetheless happily.
"well uh, i have to go, or else i'll be late for work! i'll see you around, uhm, no-name.
i work at that coffee shop just around the corner of main street, so just know i'm always
there. thanks again!" tristan called as he padded off, he flashed a small smile at colette
before padding off to what colette was assuming the coffee shop.
colette smiled, realizing she'd just made a friend.
[end]
nodded, seeming to know what colette meant.
collete smiled, he understood. she thought warily, but nonetheless happily.
"well uh, i have to go, or else i'll be late for work! i'll see you around, uhm, no-name.
i work at that coffee shop just around the corner of main street, so just know i'm always
there. thanks again!" tristan called as he padded off, he flashed a small smile at colette
before padding off to what colette was assuming the coffee shop.
colette smiled, realizing she'd just made a friend.
[end]
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history;
meet colette. born and raised in paris, france. she grew up in a large penthouse with her two parents. she was an only child,
but was not considered 'spoiled'. her parents taught her to work for everything she wanted. her schooling years consisted of
herself learning the english language due to the fact of most of their customers in the family diner speaking strictly english.
the diner her parents owned was widely known throughout the entire town, and a popular restaurant for tourists just visiting
the area. but, despite the wishes of her parents of her wanting to take on the business as her own, colette had other plans.
colette was extremely interested in the american culture, so when she was about eighteen she packed up her bags and left
france. this came as a shock to the entire family, nobody expected for the girl who was so close to her hometown to just
pack up and leave. nonetheless, colette loved life in the u.s. she moved into a small apartment in washington, seattle. the
area she moved to had very nice neighbors and colette, nonetheless, loved it there.
but you see, this was all before colette went mute. at the time, colette was going to college and her anxiety was skyrocket-
ing, being afraid to talk in front of anyone. she wouldn't even bother going out in public if it wasn't necessary. so one day, c-
olette just stopped talking in all. she nearly shut herself out from everybody she thought was her friend. colette became un-
trusting too, not wanting to talk to anybody. her contact amount listed in her mobile device decreased by a long shot, limit-
ing herself to only a few close people she knew she could trust. colette pretty much threw away all of her studying of the e-
nglish language, and just gave up in all.
today, colette currently works as a journalist, recording all of her sightings of the clouds in books. although clouds are really
her main study, she also takes a wide interest in astronomy and physics and records things of that topic in books as well. so far,
two of her four books have been published. and colette loves writing, she feels as if it is a way to get out all of her words with-
out actually speaking. although she may not have many fans, she cares for the few fans she has deeply, always thanking them
in the authors' notes in her books. so if you were wondering; yes, colette is content. she is content with her life and she tries
her best to make sure everybody else around her is as well.
meet colette. born and raised in paris, france. she grew up in a large penthouse with her two parents. she was an only child,
but was not considered 'spoiled'. her parents taught her to work for everything she wanted. her schooling years consisted of
herself learning the english language due to the fact of most of their customers in the family diner speaking strictly english.
the diner her parents owned was widely known throughout the entire town, and a popular restaurant for tourists just visiting
the area. but, despite the wishes of her parents of her wanting to take on the business as her own, colette had other plans.
colette was extremely interested in the american culture, so when she was about eighteen she packed up her bags and left
france. this came as a shock to the entire family, nobody expected for the girl who was so close to her hometown to just
pack up and leave. nonetheless, colette loved life in the u.s. she moved into a small apartment in washington, seattle. the
area she moved to had very nice neighbors and colette, nonetheless, loved it there.
but you see, this was all before colette went mute. at the time, colette was going to college and her anxiety was skyrocket-
ing, being afraid to talk in front of anyone. she wouldn't even bother going out in public if it wasn't necessary. so one day, c-
olette just stopped talking in all. she nearly shut herself out from everybody she thought was her friend. colette became un-
trusting too, not wanting to talk to anybody. her contact amount listed in her mobile device decreased by a long shot, limit-
ing herself to only a few close people she knew she could trust. colette pretty much threw away all of her studying of the e-
nglish language, and just gave up in all.
today, colette currently works as a journalist, recording all of her sightings of the clouds in books. although clouds are really
her main study, she also takes a wide interest in astronomy and physics and records things of that topic in books as well. so far,
two of her four books have been published. and colette loves writing, she feels as if it is a way to get out all of her words with-
out actually speaking. although she may not have many fans, she cares for the few fans she has deeply, always thanking them
in the authors' notes in her books. so if you were wondering; yes, colette is content. she is content with her life and she tries
her best to make sure everybody else around her is as well.
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and now, i'd just like to say a quick thank you
as to letting me enter this contest and to all of
the artists that commissioned for me. i couldn't
have done it without you. i'd also like to say a
good luck to everybody who entered, i've seen
some amazing forms! best of wishes <3
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and now, i'd just like to say a quick thank you
as to letting me enter this contest and to all of
the artists that commissioned for me. i couldn't
have done it without you. i'd also like to say a
good luck to everybody who entered, i've seen
some amazing forms! best of wishes <3
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Re: kalon #525 - lavender - open
by BlackWren » Mon Sep 05, 2016 5:17 pm
username;
at least one piece of art;
- Dave Egbert
- Alster
- Male
- Quietly, without warning
It rises.
Swallowing all color,
It's void of reason,
looming above the heart
and self-doubt
laced with fear
is It's desired prey.
"All they are is mine"
"Do not touch them"
"They are mine."
"Mine"
"Mine"
"Mine"
In another life
It was love,
pure as day and crisp as night.
Easy and clean.
Colorful.
Trusting.
Beautiful.
Twisted beyond and above,
it transforms this compassion into a different flower
thriving off the misguided disillusions and possessiveness
of a sick mind
and a sicker root.
There is no cure for this flower of love,
and all die just the same,
bitter and hungry and never satisfied.
Maybe in a better life...
There would be no tainted flower,
or no flower to taint at all.
at least one piece of art;
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Re: kalon #525 - lavender - open
by mimikkyuu » Tue Sep 06, 2016 6:20 pm
Girl / Serenity / Flowers
My mind's not here today,
The yellowing grasses, whispering-
Even though my ears are veiled in velveteen,
I can hear their murmurs, withering.
In the night, I hurry down quickly,
The yellowing grasses crunching beneath my feet.
My skin itches as I run away
From something I'll learn another day.
In the grasses I ask my mama,
'Can you see? Can you see?'
Mama's eyes are closed,
'No, I can't see, I can't see'
A railroad, rusted, old
The grasses here have yet to die
Light faintly trickles down
From the moon up high
On the tracks I ask my mama,
'Can you see? Can you see?'
Mama opens her eyes to me,
'Yes, I can see. I can see.'
Heading northward, nature sings sweetly
The yellowing grasses now far, far away.
Times flies by as I make my way
Down the path where mama can see
A future, a future, a bright one for me
My ears no longer veiled in velveteen.
I begin to see my destination,
The day bright as mama saw;
Despite my frail form staggering along
I push on, for me and mama.
The village of spring welcomed me
My feet blistered from the rocky ballast
I feel lush grasses between my toes
Reminding me of the days gone by
In the noon, I wandered on
A small bouquet of flowers comes by
As youthful as I
But much prettier than I
Despite so they sang a song,
Intentions kind and pure
'Come, come, come with me!'
They each said so playfully
I was swept away with the pretty bouquet
Even as inadequacy filled my heart
They treated me as if I were a flower like they
Each one of us, a piece of art
A homely cottage was where they lived
Flowers of all kinds growing all over
For the first time I giggled in glee
'Look at this! It's just so pretty!'
In their house they served me tea
Green, valerian, chamomile, roasted barley;
I smiled and thanked them all honestly
Even if I didn't really want any
Their parents came home round the hour
The bouquet greeted us to eachother
They talked in another room quietly
Then went and talked to me
'Where have you come, child?'
'Down the tracks,
O'ver the bends
An' round the backs.'
Surely they knew what I meant,
Their faces turned pale, and I, scared-
But they relaxed and smiled again
Asking me kindly, 'What is your name?'
To think, those yellowing grasses
All perished in the famine
My father's squandering of money
Bringing my family to their demise
Except, of course, I,
Who gets to live on by
Knowing mother had sent me away
To go ahead and live another day
Maybe in another life, father didn't commit such sins
My mother saw a clear path for me
My ears, veiled in velveteen
But this, I do not wish any longer.
I have become one with the bouquet family,
And there is nothing more to want.
[500/500]
( posting now so I don't lose the poem again RIP
Still a WIP fo sho )
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Re: kalon #525 - lavender - open
by SmileChild » Wed Sep 07, 2016 12:53 am
Mark
(I think I found my new fav kalon ;o; )
(I think I found my new fav kalon ;o; )
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Re: kalon #525 - lavender - open
by the legend leg » Wed Sep 07, 2016 9:56 am
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Re: kalon #525 - lavender - open
by shuhalo » Wed Sep 07, 2016 1:04 pm
eh nah
gl though!
gl though!
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Lilac
by Sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ » Thu Sep 08, 2016 12:48 pm
Lilac - Female
I run away from my fear
from the darkness that's around.
The only sound I hear
is paws beating on the ground.
The words "I'm lost, I'm lost!"
echoe around my empty heart.
They repeat, "I'm lost, I'm lost!"
words like ones that made me fall apart.
My heart is running
while I'm frozen in fear,
the shock was so stunning
that I'm left alone here.
My heart has been broken,
like a shattered glass pane.
Is love just a token
so you can play a game?
Only my long flowered hair
can hide my heart, the pain,
where you were so severe
and left your scar, your stain.
I inhale, then exhale,
scents of lavender flood my nose.
In another life, I prevail,
that's where my flower grows.
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Hi, I'm Lilac. Actually, it's a pretty funny story how I got my name. You see, I live on a house near a beautiful lake overgrown with lavender. When I was born, Mother and Father thought that I looked like the flowers near the lake, so they named me after them; but what they didn't know is that they were actually lavenders. They thought that the flowers were the common lilac, hense my name. Soon after naming me, they were told by a friend that the flowers were actually lavenders! Although they could have changed my name to Lavender, as I was newly born, they realized that the name Lilac stuck, and that it didn't need to be changed.
I don't really remember my life as a younger kit; they're now just blurred memories. I think... I remember one time Mother gave me a some iced tea and honey drink from a coffee shop near by, and she snapped a photo of me drinking it. Then, she took the drink away from me to take a sip, and I started crying. She also took a picture of that. The last picture she took was of me being handed back the drink, my face red with tears drying up on it. Now that I think about it, I probably only remember that because of the photos she took and hang up on our fridge. Oh well.
The other thing that I remember is something that I wish that I didn't. I didn't have what other kits my age had. I didn't have friends. There was a silver lining though, which were my good grades, as I always did my homework without being distracted by friends if I had any. I never really knew about social life, and I didn't really care.
People in my school knew that I was a loner, so they casually stayed away from me. Anyone who attempted to befriend me would eventually leave me behind due to my bland personality.
I lived life like this, and I changed. I don't really know how, but I just did.
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