[akame,]

Username; Akame-chan
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Art/Writing of their favorite place;
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Hard core res

[jolteon]

mork

[rustyroxy]

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[Vulcriptic]

Username;
Marzal
Name;
Chollu
Gender;
Female
Art/Writing of their favorite place;
Res w/ NYC
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[crona.]

Username; noctiphilia
Name; Jasper
Gender; Female (she - her)
Art/Writing of their favorite place; Tucked between her lovely mountain borders lies her family's farm. Overhanging the Western cliff is an apple tree, which leaves them to settle near the farm. Despite the sadness that seems to fixate on their home, they are happy.
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Extra Two: In the crevice of the mountains lied a family of five. They own a flock of sheep, two cows, and a bull. Looming overhead, the shadows of two cliffs block any natural warmth and shrink all plant growth. Apples fall over the edge due to some child planting a seed years ago, before the sister mountains severed. Jasper gathered fallen fruit and other plants, while her older sister groomed the sheep. Ma and Pa milked the cows, and her younger brother gave the animals food and water.

Her bag packed, Jasper kissed her parents both on the right cheek, toyed with a wrapped basket, and waved. The gloom of her home would have to be left behind. She was going to earn her family money in the city, since she was 18. Off she went, packed to the brim with food and clothes. She snuck a journal along as well, so she could practice her writing.

Along with a multitude of apples was a wool coat, handcrafted by Jasper's mother. It was a gorgeous coat, Jasper had waited for the day she could slip into it comfortable without it being loose or baggy. Surrounding the mountains where chilly forests, lacking near civilization. Within them lied deer prancing among the nests of squirrels, bushes of berries and brambles of thorns. After the forest came perhaps more local farms, or small towns. No one in her family truly knew, no one could really afford to leave. People only came to them, for wool and milk. The trek would be long, but Quinn knew that, and she prepared herself.

The sun quivered behind the horizon, and the moon lifted itself into the sky. Between two fallen trees, Jasper set up a hammock to sleep. She was protected by the thick leaves, though the cold was brutal. A hopeful outlook on life always kept Quinn on her feet, so she wrapped up on her lovely coat, and wished herself luck.

The sun rose, polishing the dew on the fresh grass blades. Each dollop reflected a world of everlasting sequins. Tangled and wrapped around her neck, Jasper's hair had curled into a nest for damp leaves. She stumbled out of the hammock, packed it up, and moved on. This continued for many, many nights. Eat, walk, set up camp, pass out, get back up, rinse and repeat. She needed an adventure to cleanse her palette. No rain for weeks, no animals nearby. Everything was peacefully quiet. "How boring." She walked on, with an envy in each step.

"Finally!" She said, completely filled with surprise and longing,"I've reached something new!" Grasping at her goal, she ran down the road. It was worn by the sun's scalding heat, with scarcely any trees protecting it. Down the road, much farther, was a small town. There, Jasper stopped in a bed and breakfast. A cozy little room awaited her tired feet. She snatched a job in the kitchen down stairs, in trade for a bed and some money. She's been working hard ever since, stashing away spare coins until she can move on to a better, more realistic job.

[Sandstorm814]

Username; Sandstorm814

Name; Sonya

Gender; Female

Art/Writing of their favorite place; Sonya lived for her summer visits to Florence, Italy. She was an Art History major, after all. She enjoyed going to the same museums, for in her eyes, the artwork never got old. The breath taking stages and the effort and time ut into them. The oil brush paintings that were so descriptive and beautiful. The wall length tapestries, results of days of hard work and dedication. This was her happy place, where she belonged.

[undead]

this ends in 12 hours!!

[Paints]

Goodluck! I had the most fun with this Kalon, and I'm really proud of what I've produced.

[fruitbat]

goodluck all! i just got the piece of art i ordered, so the winner is welcome to keep it!

[Sandstorm814]

Good luck! <3