[artemis,]

ahh, no time. good luck everyone who can do it. c:

[imperials]

res w/ loosing the one he loves/something he loves if he doesn't change his ways!

[opossumbreath]

Res! ♡

[~Phantom]

username;
name;
gender;
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild]

mark!

[spirittai1]

username; spirittai1
name;
gender;
why do they evolve?; [can be something like love, sadness, hatred, whatever. story or just description or go wild]

oooo res

[pees]

username piqeon
name Dozer
male agender

His mother had told him, when he was a young boy; “No matter how spiteful, words do not hurt, they do not pain and they do not scar. Words are just noise” ‘Just noise’ those words had stuck with him long after his mother’s time. He wasn’t a little boy for long but the words managed to plague his mind in the time of his innocence, words of hate and shame were thrown upon him, hitting hard until they created an irreversible dent in his mind. Was it still just noise? He refused to believe anything else.

He wasn’t hard to describe in his youth, but not exactly easy; short for his age, but taller than the others, lethargic but it was almost like he had stored up energy, never was hungry but never full. He was mostly adverage but he wasn’t plain either. He didn’t need to be told however, that his mother still found him extraordinary. The boy wasn’t any less than the other children, he was just different.

It wasn’t obvious how and it wasn’t plain to see why but the children saw something the adults didn’t in the boy and little did he know, he was their prey. The children would call him insults only they could understand, the boy did not comprehend to them but from their senile laughter and cackling it occurred to him what they were saying. He couldn’t fight back even if he wanted to, he just didn’t have the words and when he did, they couldn’t understand him either.

The parents would often scold their children if they were caught teasing the others, but in this case, they didn’t understand him either and often laughed with them for the gibberish the boy spoke. He was lost, in a room of noise everyday, there seemed to be no door to leave. Their voices echoed in his head, their repeated teasing of words seemed to never end. For years he was locked in the room.

There may haven’t been a door, but there was certainly an exit, an escape but that didn’t mean he needed to leave the room. It all stopped just in time when he had enough of their mockery, the noise vanished, he spoke his mind. He broke the room walls.

A coward, as a child and to this day, he feared their judgement and left it too long for confrontation, he had learnt their language they teased him with, during the years he had moved in to the seemingly forever new and unfamiliar territory. There was silence, his old friend from his hometown finally came to great him. A sweet release from the prison cell he was trapped in, silence had bailed him out.

It was peaceful, he finally could even hear the birds singing their private melodies, it was a nice change than the room. It was different for him and the others after that day, it was quiet. Some say, he became a different person that day. No one ever wanted to speak of him again, coincidently he disappeared after that day, rumours of him returning home spread throughout the area, although they vanished as fast as he left.

The noise always stuck with him, he could never let go of it but, silence can momentarily destroy all sounds, he never wanted to speak again. His ears had heard too much to hear more and he was not about listen to any more voices. He stayed with his old friend in a secluded cottage, in no particular street. The became good friends again and spent nearly everyday with each other.

He changed through that time, he was still different, but he was never the same. He didn’t hate noise anymore but embraced it as another old friend, noise quarreled with silence frequently but they were the only friends he had and needed. The room still remained in fragments but noise resented the room more than silence, noise was trapped in the room as well. He forgives noise however, but didn’t forget.

[Jippy]

username; Dreamlight

name; Delilia

gender; female

why do they evolve?;

A reward by even putting the smallest amount of effort to help those in need. Delilah through the meadow, marveling at the flowers and leaves around her. They were big, bold and filled with so much color. Now to say they were just big is an understatement. They were about five times her size, which means yes. She was equivalent to a Thumbelina in her world. Even a single blade of grass were massive and a skyscraper. However it wasn’t her that was miniature, it was the meadow itself that was truly enormous. This was her home, filled with a sweet aroma in the air and the wind swaying the flowers to make it seem like they were dancing. It was truly a surprise to ever think that someone or rather something could endure a catastrophe.

Like any normal day, she headed back to her house from her her walk in the meadow. The sun was shining brighter then normal heating up the atmosphere, Plucking a leaf from the nearby shrub she used as a parasol, greatful for the shade she carried on to her house. She entered the grove of the tulips. Where her home was, a light magenta tulip. Just as she was to enter, she noticed a seed lying mercifully on the ground to the heat of the sun. It was no more then Trifolium repens, the white clover. All though most only see this as a common weed, something ordinary and plain. Delilia grew up learning that everything deserves a chance to live.

Scooping up the seed, she made it her priority to see it have the chance to live. Although it was a common flower, it would’ve broke her heart to know she turned down something in need. She placed it in the soil, giving it a firm push and gently buried it. She grabbed her water can and started watering it. Tending it with care and compassion, she watered it daily and checked over it.

Eventually a week passed and the flower had grown massive and healthy. Satisfied, she knew the flower would be just fine on its own. Just as she was to head back to her house for it was getting late she turned around one last time. As if to thank her, the petals opened slightly in the wind as the sun shone brightly in the sunset making it seem to glow, then she realized she was glowing. The light surrounding her until she was completely absorbed in it. She closed her eyes, scared and confused at the sudden action. Slowly, she opened her eyes, she was standing on the ground still facing the flower except she felt different, it was odd she looked down and realized that she was completely different. Then she understood, she had evolved. It was extremely rare however she was. Retain this was what happened. A gift for looking past to what one might see to find the true form of every creature. She was the Maiden Of Hope.

[witchcrafting]

username; Vagabond :: name; Aukai :: gender; Male

why do they evolve?;

At the age of 8, I started diving. First, I got my "junior" certificate as I was too young for a normal open water certification. I am now a Master Scuba Diver. I have logged over 70 dives, which is an accomplishment for me, which seems nearly not enough. This year, is my 15 year diving anniversary! I'm so hyped about it.

I started because I loved the water, and lived by it the most of my life. And wanted to try all the sport activities related to it. my parents always warned me about the dangers, but that never stopped my curiosity. I tried snorkelling, parasailing, paragliding, canoeing, kayaking, water polo rowing, sailing and even surfing! All of these have their own charm, they were all fun and had something unique to them, but I fell in love with the peace and quiet that the beautiful marine life gave me. It was an escape.

I remember the first time I dove. I was in Japan, and my best friend was there with me as well.. The waters were so choppy and active, and due to motion sickness, both of us were miserable and constantly throwing up. Sea sickness is never fun, and it still isn't, really. Even though it was raining, thundering, and the boat was swaying, my instructor motivated me, "You will feel so much better when you are under water. It will settle down your stomach". I was adventurous and fearless. I went for it. And my friend wasn't surprised.

Some people say descending into the ocean is the hardest part of diving, due to equalisation. But for me, holding on to the line and fighting the waves was the hardest part. (Do you know how strong waves are?). Although I couldn't see any of the marine life, the sound of my own breath started relaxing me. Who knew that peace and quiet actually existed in this overly busy and overpopulated world full of traffic and noise? Soon I started seeing all kinds of fish surrounding my feet from clown fishes (popularly known called Nemo) to butterfly fish and puffer fish. They were as fascinated with me, as I was with them. They were coming up to my eyes and nose, some even pecking on the cuts on my legs. Here, my journey through the ocean began.

My world, then, felt complete. It was like I was waiting for this experience my whole life. And this didn't happen just this one time that I went diving, but every time I dive, wherever it is, good or bad, pretty or not. The world of silence, of blue and purple. Where the still motionless ocean has a whole world under it. Where there is no sky or ground. While drifting with the ocean current, you can see more colours than there are in the colour palette. Where there is just you, your breathing, and your heartbeat. Where you feel alive.

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[montrovy]

username; JordyShortys
name;
gender; Male
why do they evolve?; some generic store blah blah

[Unleashed Squiid]

User: Unleashed Squid // Name: Eve // Gender: Female

Click me

—The Awakening—



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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'"

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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There was a twinkle of light in the darkness. The trees swayed in the unsettled world and a small being had found herself aware; what was this new body? She stretched her fingers and toes and decided in that moment to call herself Eve.

Eve turned as if led by a puppeteer and found herself walking far off into the trees. She listened to the chips and the hoots and creeks of life and fell in love with it all. Soft footsteps echoed against the surface of a nearby pond, and the kalon turned to find herself face to face with a doe. The deer pranced by and became immersed with Eve for a single moment, meeting her gaze with soft, chocolate eyes. The moment faltered and the doe continued on her path, wherever that may be. Yet that millisecond of contact with such a mysterious creature was just enough for Eve; she had decided that the deer was light and the deer was good. It was beautiful, and she loved it too.

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”The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.”

—Rachel Carson
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She walked. It was for a long while, and Eve began to believe that she had seen her fair share of this world. Yet as her rough paws began to reach the end of the trees something foul began to tingle at her nose and eyes. She could see a thick line of smog and Eve smelled darkness in the air. It was then that uncertainty flooded her mind.

Tentative now, she carried on into that darkness. An entirely new view poisoned her mind and she stumbled backwards in an abhorrent blend of disgust and shock. Still, those puppet-like strings of curiosity pulled her forewords out of the purity and into a rusted metallic world. A world of the fallen.

Eve walked on a stone street, enclosed by walls of crumbling buildings. People scattered the way as she passed by, and she saw that their eyes were awe-filled; they cried out to her, but the cries consisted of incoherent tongue and terrible threats. They carried the toils of war on their skin, with horrific burns and cuts and bruises. Their bodies were malnourished and they could not help their broken lungs as they coughed with violence. Eve was afraid and she began to run, her heart in her throat and her feet cold as stone. The people cried hopelessly, “what is our purpose?” “why are we here at all alone in an empty world.” Eve knew the words were toxic, but they filled her ears and her mind and she held onto them in wonder. Her purpose...what was her purpose?—but she could not think for long, for a siren wailed and she fell from the ear-splitting sound.

All of the people stood at once, slaves to the tone, and followed a path. The city suddenly became like a zoo with soldiers leading away the civilians, battling those who dared to fight back. There were the sharp stings of bullets and the pain and suffering in the air could not have been greater. Eve remained untouched, for nobody dared to lay their hands on a thing so perfect until finally one soldier came over to her. Eve could not help herself; for she was so afraid and so uncertain that her motion came from nothing other than her own self-instinct.

Eve attacked him. Her heart wrenched. And she fled.

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“In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”
― Libba Bray
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In a place which felt like the end of the Earth, Eve stopped. She had traveled far from civilization and out into what looked like the very end of the world; a vast stretch of untouched ocean. The tides turned, the wind gently caressed her tear-soaked cheeks. Her knees hit the sand first. Then her hands, her elbows, and lastly her forehead all followed her lacy body into the sea. Spindly, gracefully like a spider and as soft like a lamb she felt the Earth crack and break, and she fell into emptiness. Spiraling, weightless emptiness. She was nowhere and everywhere at once, nobody and everybody.

And the voice; that soothing and spectacular voice which shook the inner caverns of her rib cage and tumbled like thunder within her eardrums. It called to her, a voice like honey and milk and all of the immersive, tantalizing fingerprints of a world well-loved. She knew at once; she knew deep down that this voice, this call, this power was her mother. It was her creator, and it called to her with a destiny of protection; a new wonderlust desire to become something greater than this.

Eve felt herself growing stronger trough the toils and her broken soul became warm and well-repaired. The voice spoke gently, soaking up all of her powers and strengths and might. It stripped Eve down to her very core until she was nothing more than what she wanted to be; a mortal. A tree nymph who would guard the positivity and light and beauty which still remained in this terrible world until her final breath ceased and she would draw her back to her mother once again.

Eve had a purpose.



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