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[benjeep]

username;; benjeep
kalon name;; Launcelot "Launce" Longstaff
their favorite place (500 word limit);;

[Dismal.]

username;; Dismal.
kalon name;; Roman
their favorite place;; His favorite place is actually where be grew up. A vast and beautiful green field in Ireland, tall hills surround the field on almost every side. It is secluded and peaceful. You can hear the sound of the ways crashing against the ocean cliffs, and feel the ocean spraying water when close enough. At the heart of this peaceful landscape, is a old castle. A stone bridge stretches across a murky pound, connecting to the field. This castle is Romans home. From his room he can see everything. From the tops of the rocky hills, to the waves crashing, to the thick woods teeming with life. This is his favorite spot to be. On a window still in an age old castle, admiring the beauty of nature.

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[doktor monty]

xxusername;; orbit avenue.
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kalon name;; Wallace
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their favorite place (500 word limit);;
Wallace's favorite place in the entire world is behind his hair. He is chatty, and friendly with his normal appearance, and with his hair covering his eyes, but not when it is not. If there ever is a time where the wind blows his shaggy brown locks away to show his solemn eyes, he will figuratively curl into a ball and keep to himself until he's recovered. His hair provides a sense of protection for him, even more than a home or a suit of armor would. Knowing this, he seems to hold his paws over his face a lot when in public, and sometimes will even wear cloaks on the hottest of days. As long as his sad brown eyes are hidden, he is happy.
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But Wallace doesn't just enjoy hiding behind his bangs, no. The quiet kalon has other interests too you know!
He loves going with his band of misfits to local markets, where the people can be just as weird and unique as he. Wallace can see all the bright colors of the hand-woven cloths, shining gold and silver jewelry, and the glow of a newly poured sword as its hammered into place. Such things as those is what he can see through his thick hair, and it gives him the chance to enjoy what he loves without risking any fearful breakdowns. His closest friend Folke encourages him to see more, yet Wallace still says no. He'd much rather enjoy what he can see behind his locks... and nothing else.
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username;;
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kalon name;;
Cinnamoo


their favorite place;;

You find yourself standing inside one of the compact rooms of the cottage. You take a look around, the decoration reminds you of old victorian times. To the left you see neatly pact teacup cupboard, the pearlescent paint slightly chipped off due to age. You notice an abundence of vintage teacups and saucers, all are which neatly stacked upon eachother. Closer inspection shows that there isn't a single chip in sight - impressive.

A glance to the right shows a shelf abounding very small brass statuettes, all dusted and polished to create a mirror of the room you stand within. You carefully handle one of the statuettes, this one resembling a hedgehog. You inspect the fine details of the quills that sat upon the figure. Rotating it slowly, a fine print catches your attention. "2e" It reads. Not questioning it anymore, you set the hedgehog back in it's resting place upon the shelf.

Your senses suddenly catch wind of a pleasant scent filling the air, along with the fragrance of dust tingling your nose. You begin to follow the scent, which leads you through a maze of compact furniture towards a spiral-carved archway. You peek behind the wall, noticing it leads to a vintage kitchen. The kitchen reminds you of summer, due to it's dotting of colours such as pink and yellow. The tiles of the kitchen are shades of baby blue, giving the whole room a comforting appeal to it.

Studying the kitchen further, you notice a creature protected by a thick coat of chestnut fur. The curls within the fur are tightly packed together, nearly matting due to being unkempt. You peer at the face of the character, alike from their messy coat, their pelt draped over their eyes like curtains, resting gently upon their flushed muzzle. The nurturing spirit whistled inconspicuously, as if they were in their own little world. As they did this, their paws went around in a mesmerizing circular pattern, carefully grasping an old wooden spoon. At the base of this spoon laid cinnamon-scented batter, moving to the same beat as the spoon as it gradually becomes smoother.

The character continued their work as you stood there in awe, barely even acknowledging you. At this point you decided to leave the spirit free, as this was well and truly their safe heaven. To barge in like this would be extremely inconsiderate indeed. With that thought, you took your leave. Carefully weaving yourself through the maze of furniture.

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[spirit • daydream]

username;; APH Siantia
their favorite place (500 word limit);;
(POV of Bessie)

My favorite place to be would most likely be at the horse farm! I love it there. Yes, the name does say horse farm, but it has so many animals there! You can probably tell that I am absolutely in love with animals. Even the cute pigs are fabulous! I found this place with my grandma. It is her horse farm and I was able to choose which farm I wanted to stay at. I chose this fine beauty and about a month later the other one was torn down because nothing was growing. My grandma thinks I'm the bringer of luck, but while I'm at school I'm the bringer of bad luck. Anyway, I learned how to ride a horse. Also my first crush was created here as well. I will not go into detail with it. I was a child and I was lonely. After she left I decided that I would care for all the animals. I have a new babe and that would be Nightmare. The name of my favorite horse. He wasn't very tamable, but I helped him calm down and we just became friends quickly! Nightmare is my one best friend and I always feel so comfortable around him! I love him! *Sees Nightmare* Well...I think we are done here! If we are I would really like to go to Nightmare now. Bye, maybe you can see me in a competition!

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username;;tiny little box
kalon name;; Алексей (Alexei)
their favorite place (500 word limit);;Russia /Moutains/

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username;; .violet
kalon name;; Jaxon

their favorite place;; For Jaxon, this question is easy. His favourite place in the world would have to be the Dutch Tulip Fields. The colliding, beautiful colours are so serene. The smell, so pure, wafting from the enchanting tulips. It was a dream for Jaxon, dancing on colours which danced with him to the beat of the wind. The tulips sang, and they hummed, and Jaxon could feel his heart fly, feeling nature create its own music. Jaxon would fall asleep in the tulips, he dozed in the sunlight, dreaming of making his own tulip field in his own little garden. He would care for them, and they would flourish. His own little garden, in his own little world. He would watch the old windmill at the edge of the fields, and he would make up stories. Stories of his magical place, this unbelievable world, this unbelievable world...where he is. Each day, Jaxon would adventure to the fields. He would stay for hours- sleeping, dreaming, listening, watching. And when the sun began to fade, he would pick a tulip of each colour, bundle them up and take them back to his small, comfy house. There, he would fill a pale white jug with glistening water, and gently place it next to his bed. Jaxon would then carefully slip his pretty tulips into the jug. He would eventually drift to sleep, with the smell of the tulip field next to him. That way, in his dreams, he could continue to dance with the colours, and sing with the flowers. He could run through the fields, and never get tired. He could leap for the stars, and smile at the tulips below him, because that was where he truly belonged. Asleep in a cluster of tulips, dreaming of stories, his ears lightly twitching to the music he called love.
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[Tart]

username;; Tart
kalon name;; Hamish
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