[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Nagaline: Wolpertinger
Prompt:
Wolpertinger has always loved spring, and the festive mood it tends to put everyone in. He loves to bound around, laughing loudly and creating fantastical stories to whisper to the flowers as they bloom. But one thing he has always loved, more than any other tradition, is that of hiding eggs. Usually they aren’t real eggs- he knows that, of course, and loves to fill his special ones with berries and sweets. He often hides them in the oddest of places as well, anywhere from up a tree to sitting out in plain view in the middle of a pond- how he got it there, no one really knows. But he thought it was a little lonely, really, hiding eggs all on his own, even if he loved seeing others being happy when opening them. This year, though? This year was different, for he met little Trix- a snitten fully ready physically to hatch, but not quite ready mentally, far too shy. Yet the little one seemed to love the idea of spring, and when Wolpertinger told them of his tradition of hiding eggs? Little Trix wanted in, and Wolpertinger was just odd enough to agree readily. So he grabbed the little one’s egg carefully, before taking off to go hide them in some bushes. Reasonably, this worries little Trix’s caretakers quite a lot- and if the egg hadn’t been so... well, obvious, it may have caused them a full blown panic. As it was though, they simply pretended to have to look for the bright blue egg, before “getting lucky” and spotting it (pretending not to hear the giggles) nearly ten minutes later. Trix loved the game very much, and asked Wolpertinger if they could do it again, maybe with a new egg one Trix had hatched.. Tinger, of course, agreed wholeheartedly.
Thus, a new spring tradition was born- one that frazzled the caretakers greatly.

[sobble]

Username: Junkratss
Nagaline: Cygnus
Prompt:

Cygnus let out a small giggle through his characteristic smirk, gently handling the dried, bright pink carnations and spray of baby's breath in the small burlap parcel. he knew that whoever was to find these small flowers would surely enjoy them, just as much as he had enjoyed growing them! Though he has never been able to deliver his flowers in person due to his gruff disposition, Cygnus still quite enjoys bringing a smile to others.

As the other nagalines splashed about in the streams and blew on their silly, brightly colored leaf boats, Cygnus tucked each lovely little bouquet into it's hiding place. A few in the trees, a couple in the grass for the snittens, and even a few inbetween the rocks for those looking for some post game sun.

Stepping back to enjoy his work, Cygnus let a characteristic, goofy grin spread across his face. Observing the other nagalines slowly heading away from the clamor of the boat race's aftermath, Cygnus turned tail back towards his snug hollow. One day, he really would get the courage to hang out with the other nagas. for now? It was enough to see the joy his flower arrangements brought to the others. So every spring, since he had grown out of his family, Cygnus had returned to the rivers to leave the delicately arranged parcels of herbs and flowers by the stream.
[232 words - sorry about my timing </3]

[dimi.]

Day 2 closed, judging tomorrow: Prompt 3 is up!

[SunnyStreets]

Username: Ravenwhisper's wish
Nagaline: Atari
Prompt: [203/~]
The sea flower. Do anemones count? Atari is sure they do. He does have rather an obsession with the ocean! And anemones really fascinate him. He likes to put a paw inside one and feel it's sticky finger cling and curl around him. They never actually do anything, but Atari knows that those same tentacles can be deadly poisonous to the smaller sea animals that live in the anemone's tide pool. (Or even larger animals - like starfish!) But another thing that fascinates him is how some fish and shrimp hide inside the anenome, without seeming to get stung.

Still, Atari spends half his time in the ocean. The only flowers he really likes are sea flowers. Anenomes. He loves the variety they come in, with so many different colours. He likes to collect photos of his favourite sea things - and has a rainbow of anenome ones!

He knows a great deal of interesting facts that just make his love for them grow. His current favourite: Did you know that anenomes create new anenomes by breaking off part of their tentacles, which form into whole new beings? How cool is that? Plus, some anenomes glow fluorescent green underwater! How could you not love them?

[credit]

Username: credit
Nagaline: Novo
Prompt:

Novo, being the slightly over dramatic diva that she is, tends to favor the things that are just as beautiful as she, which happens to be almost everything. She was never one that was highly intrigued by flowers and initially she hardly paid any mind to them.

The area in which she lived was covered in flowering fauna, from daisies to tulips almost any type of common flower could be bought within stores. As the years passed on, Novo slowly began to grow tired of seeing the same flowers grow to their full potential and wilt with the season’s farewell. There was a period of time in which her joy of flowers was depleting slowly as more time passed by. The desire for wanting something new and exciting to occur within her life was growing strong as the days come and gone, yet everything seemed to change one evening when she was coming back from her home.

It has started out as any other day. She woke up and started her mourning routine , consisting of differing stretch posses and eating her usual cereal. Once completed she ventured off on her usual walk through the wood to reconnect with nature. She walked around for a solid hour before she started her trek home. She nearly froze as she looked upon the small gift that had been left at her door step. She bend over to pick up rather strange looking flower. What was so interesting was the strange resemblance to that of a tropical bird, and she couldn’t be happier. It was beautiful. Her focus soon went upon a note that had he left. “For you my dear, it’s beauty can hardly compare.” She read,feeling a blush cross her cheeks. She looked around for a moment to see if the mysterious being was still around, but alas they were no where to be found.

Ever since that day, Novo’s favorite flower has been the bird of paradise and she continues to plant them , hoping that her admirer would see just how much she appreciated the gift.

[ 347 words]

[Softea]

Username: Softea
Nagaline: Gaia
Prompt:
Gaia, being a plant god born of pure light and love, has
always been fond of every flower he has come across. That's his duty afterall. Every flower is his beauty, however, there are certain flowers he cannot grow due to the climate of his own plant growth. One of these flowers is a camellia. He hadn't thought much of them first, or, more than any other flower, until he had found out that a particular color looked very similar to someone that was very special to him.

Every now and then he left the canellia on her doorstep, waiting for her to come see it. Her face light up and be excited about the beautiful yellow flower that sat apon her doorstep. However, that moment would never come to be. As everytime a small bird or creature would steal the flower and knock over the lovely vase he had left- to keep it alive of course. He felt great sadness that she would never see it, until...

He had been hugged from behind, he stared in shock as a breeze blew over the valley. Petals and leaves being strewn among their presence. Tears wanted to come up but they couldn't. Instead, happy tears and a blush creeped across his face as he turned around.

"Novo?"

[dimi.]

Prompt 2 Results (Prompt 3 up)

Everyone received 10 petals for entering and meeting the 200 word requirement.

1st place: Credit!
Congrats! You win 30 petals and a rare purple flower! (rare edit item)

2nd place: Junkratss!
Congrats! You win 20 petals and an orange flower! (uncommon edit item)

3rd place: ➷.River.➷!
Congrats! You win 15 petals and a green flower! (common edit item)

[XxFlamepoolxX]

Username: XxFlamepoolxX
Nagaline: Ghost
Prompt:

It’s hard for Ghost to pick just one flower as her favorite since she works with so many while making flower crowns. If she had to choose, it would be the one that takes her way back to her innocent childhood days where she lived without a care in the world. It seems rather cliché, but that flower is the rose. An orange and yellow rose to be exact.

The sweet and floral scent reminds her of her days as a snitten, as she was born in the spring and her mother would bring to her the most beautiful rose petals. The oranges and yellows burned with the light of the setting sun. The sweet aroma would always lull her to sleep each night, snuggled safely and warm to her mother’s side.

Today, Ghost relates very well to the rose. She is beautiful, and many nagas want to grow close, yet her personality is a bit harsh and reckless like the prickly thorns that barracade the fragile flower that is her heart. She’s not quick to fully trust others; always hesitant to expose her vulnerable side. She lives by the quote, “Take caution while picking flowers for every rose has its thorns” (202 words)

[bakuraas.]

Username: Golden-Boy
Nagaline:Midnis
Prompt:
He knows it may be a bit of a common choice, but Midnis' favorite flower is the sunflower. Sometimes he questions if he should even consider it his favorite flower just because his father and his family seemed to be dark and menacing by nature. He didn't seem like the kind to be, well, sunny. He likes the flower due to a mixture of colors and what occurs around them. The colors specifically strike him with the yellows and the darker color of the middle of the flower. He sometimes sees himself in the flowers, sharing the yellow coloration in his scales, and seeing his darker colors match the colors of the inner portion of the sunflower. It made him feel like maybe he would be able to be out in the open without being too ashamed. The occurrences however, is what he thinks makes the sunflowers shine. Pointed towards the sun, rising with the sky- and the nagas that surround the plants with such happiness and such contentment in a simple activity.

Though this seems to be the main thing that occur around there, bees also seem to enjoy the location near the flowers, scaring the little nagas underneath who don't know how good bees are. Midnis can never help but to laugh, even though he does feel bad for the little ones who don't understand that the bees aren't trying to hurt them. Midnis loves hanging around bees, so he's never too far away from the other nagas, and will easily sit down where they used to play and enjoy being surrounded by nature, flowers, and the bees. Some might call him soft if they knew that he loved sunflowers this much, having him keep it silent from everyone who asks. Instead of this, He'd commonly say his favorite flower is something stereotypically dark, like a rose or nightshades. However, it seems one person knows the truth- though who it could be is far beyond Midnis' realm of thought.

[Yuroshi]

Username: yuroshi
Nagaline: Wolpertinger
Prompt:
Wolpertinger adores beauty of any and every kind, and finds it in nearly every piece of nature. Flowers are no exception to this. And while he does love... well, every single one of them, he has some that he prefers slightly more than others. In particular, little Wolpertinger adores morning glories. Every morning, he wakes up extra early, before the sun itself, just so he can go visit them and greet them as they wake and bloom. He is an undeniable optimist who wishes happiness on everyone and everything, and finds joy in it as well, so waking up extra early to greet the flowers doesn’t feel one little bit like work to him. He loves the little things, and can’t help but bounce along beside them as he races through the first beams of sunlight, giggling and prancing. He loves the way the flowers, like him, are always ready to wake up and bloom with the first sign of sunlight in the morning, and adores the many different colors they bloom into. He may love many different flowers, for their beauty, their scent, their promise of more, but morning glories are special to him, for they never fail to make him smile.