[naumachy]

precious baby kai ;v;

they have no kids, but did have a mate, ezra, owned by abel., however abel hasn't been active as far as i know.

since i won them as an ru in a comp i really enjoyed writing for, i want you to write something. you prompt is "worst experience". it can be funny, unorthodox, or sad- i want to get a sense of character. no word limit or minimum. this will end in a few days.



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they have one piece of art by fui:

[ps4 kid]

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username; ~Neon_and_Lylia~
name; Kai (Keeping his name. <3)
gender; Male
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Kai, as usual went to his school. But there were three nasty kalons,
that always pushed people around. At around lunch time, Kai sat down
by Ezra to eat lunch with him. As they ate, one out of the three wicked
kalons tapped Kai on the shoulder with a snicker. Kai turned around to ask
what she needed. She held out a pie, and offered it to him. As he was about to grab it,
she smashed it in his face. The tin hit him in the nose, causing him to get a nose bleed
once the tray slid off his face. His face, now covered in pie creme, and blood from his nose.
Tears rose from his eyes, as he covered his face, and began to run to the bathroom. Of course,
things got worse as one of the other kalons held out her foot, causing him to trip.
When he tripped, the last girl poured milk on his head. Some kalons laughed, others
tried to help him. He got up, and pushed everyone away, as he finally made it to the
bathroom. When he got in, there were two male kalons, that were laughing. It was at all
the pie and blood on his face. Wrong. I guess as one of the girls were pouring milk on him,
the one who put the pie in his face, put a "punch me" sign on his back. He looked behind himself,
and pulled off the note. He began to sob more as he washed his face ignoring the two guys that
walked out punching him slightly on the shoulder, still laughing. Once he cleaned himself up,
he walked back out to find his boyfriend. As he then realized everyone was gone. They must've gone
back to class. When Kai returned to class, he was given snickers, rude comments, and a late pass. He
sat at his desk and put his head down. Tears streamed down his face, as his boyfriend sitting next to
him comforted him. But no matter how many times he said it was going to be ok to himself, he just cried more.
Those nasty girls needed to be taught a lesson for there actions.

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People often nicknamed Kai "Flower boy." They did so due to
Kai usually always wearing his flower crown, and rarely taking it off. Some would call it weird
but to Kai, it was his source of protection. As he had gotten the crown from his mother and-
father, and didn't want to let the crown go. He would often get pushed around due to this, but
he told everyone that it was just his style of clothing. Some liked it though, they thought it was
unique and out of the ordinary. As not a lot of people in Kai's school wore flowers, or anything
with floral decoration in general. Everyone would wear diamonds and riches to show off there
parent's money, but Kai chose to wear the low quality things, as his parents weren't the richest
and couldn't afford diamonds or those fancy expensive items. His boyfriend started calling him
flower boy, it was more of there thing together, but others caught on to it and began to call
him that too. And to this day, since he still continues to wear the crown, people still continue
to call him flower boy, because of his burning passion for anything with flowers in it.

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Kai in school, was often manipulated into doing things he didn't
want to do. But he often feared that people would hurt him
if he didn't do it for them. So he did. No matter how many-
times the teachers got him in trouble for doing what they-
told him to do, he still did it. He didn't want Ezra getting
hurt if he didn't because they threatened him and told him
that they would hurt Ezra if he didn't do it. But, then he sat
down with Ezra and told him everything that was going on.
Ezra explained that he didn't have to listen to them, and if
they layed a paw on either of them, there would be conflict
between them. When Kai returned and the bullies asked him
to do something, he responded, "no." he did get hurt with a
black eye, but on the bright side the bullies were banned from
the property after Ezra told teachers what had been going on.
Kai realized he could make his own choices, and he didn't
have to listen to all who forced him to do things, he only
did things that made him happy, and it made him better
more, he no longer let people manipulate him. He was him-
self. He knew he was safe with Ezra at his side, and that he
could do whatever he wanted. He had hidden it for so long,
as all he did was follow and be tricked. But now he was able
to talk and say no. He was able to make his own choices be-
cause he stood up for himself. No more bullies really con-
fronted him anymore. They left him be after the story ab-
out the other bullies being banned spread around. He was
able to breath, and not to be pushed side to side.

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Theme song: House of
memories
- Panic! at the disco.
Favorite Flower: Daisy
Personality:
"Don't let me
go, stay with
me, and please
never leave me."
Job: Artistic
painting
Favorite show:
Gravity falls
Hobbies:
Decorating
things with
flowers,
drawing,
exploring.
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ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＧＥＴ ＹＯＵＲ ＷＡＹ！－－－－ ＬＩＦＥ ＣＡＮ ＢＥ ＢＥＡＵＴＩＦＵＬ！

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A flower,
it's beauty
cannot compare,
it's petals, it's
stem. It's almost
perfect in a way.
But not as perfect
as you.

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❝ ｂｌｏｏｍｉｎｇ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｆｌｏｗｅｒ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ！❞
Kai always believed someone could have a second chance, such as a flower
dieing, and being re-planted. It had a second chance at life. It went from
a shriveled ugly weed, to a beautiful blooming flower. This is the standard
Kai went off of, and some of the people who did bully him, Kai gave them
a second chance, and it would work. They would be nice to him, and apol-
ogize for there actions. Other times it didn't work, but Kai ignores those ti-
mes. Some people might not change, but others do to him. It's not that he's
soft, his parents always told him to give others a second chance, and thats
how he learned to do it. His parents kept telling him this, and it just sunk
into his mind, and well it worked. He gave others another chance, no matter
what they did wrong, unless Kai could never forgive them. That's just how
Kai works. Some say his heart is too big, others say that he's forgiving.

❝ ｂｌｏｏｍｉｎｇ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｆｌｏｗｅｒ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ！ ❞

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ＭＡＮ！ ＴＨＥ ＭＡＮ ＷＡＳ ＮＯＮ－ＳＴＯＰ！

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coding credit @ fab.

Likes
-Flowers
-Friends/Family/Lover
-Gardening
-Painting
-Dancing
-Smiling
-laughing
-Smoothies
-Snow
-Wildlife
-Outdoors


Dislikes
-Loud noises
-Bullies
-Wilting flowers
-Crying
-Embarrassment
-Judging
-Yelling
-Being heartbroken
-Sour things
-Cuts/bruises

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All his life he’d gone through the same routine. There wasn’t much way around him and his deadpan, repetitive life. The only thing that changed his uninterested, bland expression was June 14th - the day his mother died.
“Here,” she’d mumbled, voice cracked and dried from sickness. She held out a paw, sickly and thin, and on it, lay a single, only slightly crumpled, hibiscus flower. When he refused to take it, feeling stiff and broken from sadness and shock, she grabbed his hand softly, as to remind him that she wasn’t gone yet, and placed it into his hand herself.
“Remember me with it. Allow it to give you strength. If you don’t allow it to wilt, it will not. Just like your spirit.” the last words she spoke were words of kind encouragement to her son, who’s face was now warm and damp.
Crying? Was he crying? He’d never cried. He’d never..
He grasped the hibiscus and nodded yes, watching his mother nod off into what he thought to be sleep..
but she never woke up from it.
The next day, he placed it into a pot and gave it water. The water cascaded gently onto it, giving it a fresh touch of life. He wouldn’t let it die. He would stay strong for it. For mom.
Months passed, doing the same routine. He’d wake up, feeling refreshed and strong.
But today, however, when he woke up, it was different. It was the day of his worst experience.
He woke up feeling depressed, and mad. Taking a look at the hibiscus sitting brightly in the sun, he felt warm- the moment he looked away, the same feeling returned. The flower was his light; without it, he’d be in darkness.
So, he promptly picked it from the dirt and placed it inside his pocket, so the petals could stick out and share warmness with everyone he ran into. He calculated and devised that if he let the roots be free of the dirt for only a school-day, the flower would be fine to be put back in the pot.
The flower also had a name - Lanie. The name of his soft-spoken, gentle, caring mother.
Him and Lanie strolled into school with a smile.
But his smile didn’t last long. 
As he walked down the hallway, he felt air rush by him; in a moment, he felt empty and gone. Casting a glance down to Lanie, he found it promptly missing.
“No!” Ren yelled, finally finding his voice after so long of being quiet, “give it back!” his voice echoed down the hall-way until it found a tall, stocky Kalon with a smirk.
“What? This dumb flower?” the Kalon twirled Lanie in it’s greasy, sinful fingers, dirtying Lanie’s innocence and grace. 
“She— it’s not dumb! Return her to me, now!” Ren yelled, feeling his patience wear thread thin. He wasn’t angry; he was scared. Scared for the precious flower in the Kalon’s nasty grasp. Scared for himself. What would he do without it?
“What are you going to do with it? Looks ugly on you, anyways. What’s a boy doing with a flower, anyways? It’s disgraceful. I’m going to give it to my girlfriend. What’s your use for it?” the Kalon sneered.
“It’s mine! Return it to me!” Ren could feel his face flush and eyes swell; would he cry? He wanted too, looking at Lanie like that.
“Fine! Be like that! We both won’t get it,” said the Kalon, his expression turning grim.
We both won’t get Lanie? What does that mean?
“She was mine in the first place! Give her ba-” Ren cut off, replacing his words with a shrill shriek as Lanie was dropped out of the Kalon’s hands, stepped on with a satisfying crunch underneath the Kalon’s shoe.
As he pulled his foot off Lanie, Ren felt his heart shatter. Her petals were broken and crumpled, scattered on the floor; her fluid was pooling around her. She was gone, long dead.
The tears came quickly and without warning.
“No! Lanie!” he screamed.
His sobs were drowned out by the Kalon’s laughter; a few of his friends had joined him. “Look at this dude. Crying over a flower? What a pansy.” they laughed in unison.
Ren gathered Lanie’s petals and held them in his shaky paws. He buried them in his backyard.
The pot still sits on his windowsill, the soil now dried and cracked. There’s a Lanie-shaped hole in it.
He went to the store and picked out a bouquet of hibiscus flowers shortly after. They weren’t Lanie; they’d never be. But he plucked their stems off and shaped them into that of a crown, one he wore on his head. He was laughed at, taunted. But he didn’t care.
Over time, his crown wilted and died. But he didn’t let it phase him. 
Every week, he bought a fresh hibiscus bouquet, and wore his crown with pride. He didn’t let anyone touch it.
It was his. He would never allow his spirit to be crushed again.

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[christina.]

not entering but i wanted to say that this baby is adorable and good luck to everyone entering C:

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res with close death experience

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username:
Huuuuuuh
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Kai
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"No way am I going into that water," Kai said with just the faintest touch of fear in his voice.

"Come on, seriously?" Kai's friend, a similarly brightly colored kalon named Evan, groaned. "It'll be fun! Besides, did we really come out here for nothing?" he continued and gestured to the bright blue waters of the Caribbean.

"We certainly did not come out here for nothing. Didn't you love seeing all of the wild birds? And the humming bird that thought you were a flower? Anyways, everyone knows that there could be sharks in this water. I wouldn't risk it." Kai stated, matter of factly.

"You do know that you're more likely to die from falling coconuts than shark attacks. Those trees by the waterline are more deadly than any shark," Evan replied.

"So what? At least coconuts don't go out actively looking for people to kill!" retorted Kai.

"You know, I really thought you were over this fear when you said you wanted to go here. But, you know what, I am very much over trying to convince you to get rid of this irrational fear and actually enjoy stuff some times. Just go sit somewhere like you always do whenever we visit the beach".

"Fine, I will. You go enjoy being eaten by a shark". Kai didn't feel a single speck of remorse as his friend slowly waded into the water, alone. After all, it wasn't like Kai had suggested going to the beach; he had wanted to get another day of bird watching in. Sighing softly, he made his way over to the shade of a tall, vast palm tree and whipped out a mystery novel and a sun hat he'd brought beforehand.

The time passed in a blur. Kai didn't even notice as the sky gradually clouded over and the wind picked up. Eventually though, his progress in his mystery novel was cut short as Evan, soaking wet and draped on a bright blue towel, ran over to him.

"Kai, we should probably leave now. The waves are picking up and it looks like it may get rain," Evan said, slightly nervously. Kai reluctantly closed his book and stood up, brushing sand of his legs.

"If you say so," he replied. "I was just getting to the good part though". Just then however, Kai heard a startled shriek and watched as a sea bird, evidently carried by a strong gust of wind, slammed into the palm tree, which was swaying rapidly with the wind. Unhesitatingly, Kai ran toward it, leaving his book and hat behind.

"Kai!" Evan shouted behind him. "We REALLY need to go. It is most definitely not looking good out". Kai ignored him, concentrating on saving the sea bird. The next thing he saw was a spherical blur of brown coming towards him, and then, with a flash of pain, he passed out.

Kai awoke to the white walls of hospital- and to a concerned looking Evan standing over him. "You got hit with a coconut and got a pretty bad concussion. But, in luckier news, the bird was just fine apparently".

"Well," Kai said, a touch of laughter in his voice, "that's ironic".

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aki stood in front of the golden mirror adorned with intricate designs of
swirls and such, admiring his features.
"lila! could you come in here for a moment?" aki called, not taking his
eyes off his reflection.
soon after, a green-coated kalon popped her head in through the door
way, glancing around, she walked in.
"what is it this ti- wow," she cut herself off, looking at her best friend.
aki chuckled, "i'm going on a date tonight, how do I look?"
"you look great, although, you could do without that flower crown," lila
teased, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she laughed.
aki rolled his eyes, adjusting the accessory which sat on his head.
"I don't think i'll ever leave home without it," he stated matter-of-factly.
lila smiled, lightly patting the shoulder of aki. she exited the room, lea-
ving aki alone. he sighed, beginning to second-think his choice of a light
blue coloured flannel. but he shook his head, deciding he didn't want to
keep him waiting. with a last final at his reflection, he shuffled out of the
room, bidding a short goodbye to lila. the walk was literally just across the
street, in an older diner which had actually been around since the 1950's. aki
didn't stop to even swivel his head in both directions, the excitement causing
him to forget all about safety measures which he usually took to. he went into
the diner, looking around for his date. aki frowned, becoming a bit worried.
his date had agreed to be there at 6:30 pm, and it was 6:45 now (aki was late,
as he usually is for important things like these). aki soon decided he was making
a big deal out of what should be nothing, and pulled out his phone. he typed out
a text to his supposed date: "hey, are you running late? it's fine if you are. I hope
you haven't stood me up XD!". he switched his phone off nervously, awaiting a re
ply.

minutes passed, eventually they added up to a whole hour. aki was growing tired
of standing, and a bit hopeless by now. one of the waiters asked him if he
was going to order anything, and if he wasn't, to get out. aki exited the diner, his
head hanging low.

with this, aki began to cry. his eyes clenched up, tears beginning to pour down his
face. aki barely cried. his speed picked up when he reached the doors of his
house. aki ran into the opened arms of lila, burying his head into her shoulder.
"he stood you up?" lila asked, patting aki's back in a comforting manner.
"y-yeah,' aki replied through weeps.

'am I just not good enough to love..?' aki thought to himself.

"you don't deserve this, alright? don't you dare think you do, flower,"

flower, the old nickname lila had given him when they'd met as a child. she had
not used it in years. this brought a small smile to aki's face.
he pulled away from the hug, wiping the remaining wet of the tears with his sweater-
paw (as he referred to it).
"t-thank you lila, you're a great friend," aki admitted.
"i know," lila winked, "now you go and take a shower and clean yourself up, i'll take care
of the dishes, okay?" she added.
"okay, lila,"
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"Fellas, c'mon, can't we talk about this?"
His voice shook as he backed himself up against the brick wall, hands held up in surrender and a nervous, crooked smile dancing on his lips. He pressed his back to the cool brick, eyes cutting between the men surrounding him from all sides. Cool, great, just what he needed. Four men, all of which he would liken to mister incredible, post-domesticated but scarier, were quite mad at Quin. In fact, Quin might even call them furious.
This wasn't an uncommon situation for the young man to find himself in. With a nasty gambling addiction to feed, Quin had to find rather unorthodox ways of winning if he didn't want to lose it all. For the most part he didn't get caught, but about once a month or so on average he would find himself with his back against the wall in a shady alley about to get mugged or beaten (or murdered, but he hadn't died yet so that was a plus).
"It's - haha - it's not as if you boys haven't lost before, am I right? It's only a couple hundred dollars, nothing to pitch a fuss about. Right? Right."
When one of the men lunged to grab his arm, he screeched and hid that arm behind his back. A nervous laugh escaped him as he edged away from the more touchy of the group. That plan, however, didn't work for long as he found himself with a knife poking at his side. Most times people didn't bring knives to these sorts of things, he bit the inside of his cheek. "L-Listen, pal. We can work something out. You can have half of my winnings tonight, that's almost double what you lost to me! Fair, right? I mean you-"
The man directly in front of him, Quin supposed, had grown tired of his rambling and would rather just have the money instead. He suspected this, of course, because of the hand currently restricting his breathing. His hands flew instinctively to meet it, trying to pry the fingers from around his throat as he began to grow light headed. "No, no," he croaked, his eyes filling with panic, "Wait, wait, here!" He smacked his pockets in search of the money he had won, every bit of it.
He tossed it at one of the other men, which was luckily enough for his main attacker to toss him to the ground. He hit the ground with a thud, gasping for air. One of his scrawny hands reached up to touch his bruising neck as he watched the men count their cash, his cash, with hate filled eyes.
"Thanks, kid," one of the giants laughed as the pack of them left him there. He picked himself up, still weazing a bit from the encounter, scooped up his flower crown, and began to stumble home.