[▷ Dreamcatcher ◁]

Here's the flent youve been waiting for. A sweet Purple Ombre flent. She is based upon this cake (which has to be my ultimate fave!)

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| ~ Username ~ |

t h o r n

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| ~ Name ~ |

Amarante

pronounciation; ah-mah-rahn-tay
meaning; flower that never fades
origin; french / japanese

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| ~ Age ~ |

12 years

birthday; november 27
zodiac; sagittarius
element; fire
planet; jupiter
symbol; the archer
birthstone; turquoise
life pursuit; to live a good life
secret desire; to make a difference

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| ~ Gender ~ |

Female

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| ~ Personality ~ |

Amarante is the artistic type. She likes to have freedom to make her own desicions; she doesn't like to be in charge, but doesn't like someone ordering her around, either. She'll speak up when she feels her voice is needed, but is otherwise fairly quiet and calm. It takes time to get to know her, as she holds back her feelings and opinions from those who aren't close to her. She's kind and sensitive when dealing with others, aiming to make them happy even if she isn't. She's independent and enjoys the beauty of nature. She's very perceptive, modest, a perfectionist; she judges herself harsher than neccessary. She's willing to help anyone out, and will listen to someone rant without judging or inturrupting, and say exactly the right thing to make that someone feel better.

personality type; isfp
personality traits; loyal, open-minded, creative, warm

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| ~ Short Story ~ |

Amarante opened her eyes. It was looking at her, as if it expected her to do something.
You're soon to be disappointed, she thought, closing her eyes again. I'm not going anywhere.
After letting a few minutes pass, she opened one eye. It seemed to challenge her.
I can wait, it seemed to say. I've nowhere important to be.
This annoyed Amarante to a certain degree. It was hard to sleep when someone's watching your every move. She shifted, so her back was facing it, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her fur prickled, and she could feel it's eyes on her.
"What do you want?" she moaned, turning to glare at it. It simply stared back. Amarante scowled.
"Look here, you," she told it through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to take a nice nap, so clear off."
It tilted it's head, eyes locked on her.
"Go on, shoo," Amarante said, nodding to the thick forest around them. It looked at her for a moment, thinking, and slipped away into the underbrush of the forest. Amarante watched the ferns shiver where it had gone.
Finally, she thought with a hint of relief, resting her head and her outstretched paws. She closed her eyes.
. . . .
Amarante blinked open her eyes, laying still for a moment before sitting up. Her brow furrowed. It was back.
She opened her mouth to snap at it, but found herself silenced; she wasn't where she had fallen asleep. Instead, she was in a thin, spaced stretch of forest with little to no brush. She jumped to her paws and looked at it with wide eyes. It blinked at her, as if it could tell what she was thinking and was trying to comfort her. Strangely, she was soothed by this. At least one of them knew what was going on.
She tried to speak again, but no sound came out. It shook it's head, and Amarante closed her mouth. She tilted her head, silently asking it where they were. To her suprise, she got a reply.
This is my home.
The voice echoed around her head. It was quiet, calm, and Amarante was confused as to where it'd come from. She looked at it, and it smiled.
That was you? she thought, locking eyes with it. It nodded.
Yes.
Unable to grasp why or how this was happening, she moved on.
This is your home? she asked silently, looking around.
Was, it corrected with a sliver or regret. This place is gone now.
What happened?
See for yourself.
She glanced back at it; it gestured for her to follow and began to move. Amarante followed it through the thin forest, clueless as to where they were going. Finally, it stopped and fixed it's eyes on a point ahead. Amarante followed it's gaze and sucked in a breath at the sight.
Oh.
It nodded again, looking up at her sorrowfully.
It will happen to you, too.
Amarante didn't reply, staring in horror at the scene before her.

characters; amarante and the creature known as "it"
plot; not sure. i had too much fun with the mysteriousness of it.

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| ~ Art ~ |

I won't be able to get it up, as it takes forever for me to draw wings.

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| ~ Poem ~ |

Life is a cycle
Constant, repeating
You're born, you live
And you die

Always
Death is inevitable
You can't escape death
For death is a part of life

Without death, life could not be
You cannot have light without darkness
Nor warmth without the cold
Or day without night

But what if it didn't have to be
What if you could live on
Forever, unfading
Without death?

Would you willingly accept
Such a fate?
Life and death are interlocking
You cannot have one without the other

But what if you could choose?
To go on, and on
To have the light, the warmth, the sun
Without the fear of death and darkness?

The cycle would be nothing
You would never cease
On and on you would go
Unfading

Life is like a flower
You sprout, you bloom
Then you wilt
Your job is done

What if you could be the flower
That never fades?
What if you could bloom
And never wilt?

Would you, if you could
Take such a chance?
Life is meant to end
You are meant to die

Slowly, as the years go by
Fate holds you in their hand
Escaping death
Would be escaping life

You wouldn't have the thrill
Of accomplishing something
For if you never died
You would have time

Time is precious
And if you never died
Time would be meaningless
Simply a number, always counting

Time will go on
When you are gone
It will be another's turn
To take a ride

Life is a cycle
Constant, repeating
You're born, you live
And you die

Always

poem written by; me. what a creepy poem.

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[Eleski]

She is very lovely. In fact I like the whole species. This is the first time I've seen them but I am in love with the lines. I would like to apply for her however I am sick and I have a hard time thinking clearly so I'm afraid it would end up being a very poor effort on my part.

[~ F o l t i c e ~]

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| ~Username ~ |
DuckTapeNinja

| ~ Name ~ |
Sweet Serenity

| ~ Gender ~ |
Female

| ~ Personality ~ |
Sweet and gentile best describe this Flent. Calm, peaceful, and hates fighting. She is the kindest thing ever, always helping out anyone in need. She also is shy, reserved, loving, patient, and faithful, almost to a fault. She will do anything to keep a promise. But she is easily offended and hurt, so be careful what you say around her.

| ~ Short Story ~ |
I remember the day well, the day my life changed forever.

I was growing up with my mother next to a meadow, away from most Flent. I led a quiet life, never adventuring away from my mother's side, or daring out far into golden field. Since I was so scared of going out of the den, my mother made me take walks with her in the meadow so I could get relaxed to things. It was on one of those trips when we accidentally ran into my father.

He was a tall, strong, and intimidating Flent. His coat was deep purple, with the blackest markings I've ever seen. Surprised to meet us, he crept closer, sniffing at me. I darted behind mother, and at that he let out a cruel laugh. "Scared of her own father, eh? I bet she's scared of her shadow! Come here, darlin', and let's see how you turned out," he gave me a wicked grin. Mother, scared for her life and my own, pushed me forward towards him. He studied me a bit more, then said, "She's a dinky little flowery pup. She is no use to this world. She'll never survive. Just abandon her, and come live with me," he said with a sickening snicker. He was about to continue when my mother screamed, "NEVER! I will never give her up. She is my pup and I will take care of her. Don't you dare suggest that I abandon her!" She snarled with rage. My father growled and said, "So, I guess I'll have to get rid of you the hard way," And he leaped at her.

"RUN!" my mother screamed at me, just as my father slashed at her face. I was so scared I could barely move. Coming to my senses, I ran. I ran for my life. Running and running, never stopping, until I couldn't run anymore. Sinking to the ground, the last thing I saw was the sun setting in the east, then everything turned to black.

I awoke with a jolt. Remembering what happened, I looked around for any sign of my mother. Nothing. I walked on, feeling a ripping in my heart. I managed to survive, and now I'm full grown. I never will be able to fill that whole in my heart, but I carry on. My friends help me to live on, and I thank them for it. And that is all. This is my story.

| ~ Art ~ |

Sorry about the bad quality and size of the pic. I had to upload it with my iPod.

[l o v e l y ~]

This is very amazing. I congratulate to the winner of this lady, she's one of the better ones I've seens o far. c:

[t h o r n]

|~|| a m a r a n t e ||~|

. ⚘ . ⚘ . ⚘ .

| ~ Username ~ |

t h o r n

❀

| ~ Name ~ |

Amarante

pronounciation; ah-mah-rahn-tay
meaning; flower that never fades
origin; french / japanese

❀

| ~ Age ~ |

12 years

birthday; november 27
zodiac; sagittarius
element; fire
planet; jupiter
symbol; the archer
birthstone; turquoise
life pursuit; to live a good life
secret desire; to make a difference

❀

| ~ Gender ~ |

Female

❀

| ~ Personality ~ |

Amarante is the artistic type. She likes to have freedom to make her own desicions; she doesn't like to be in charge, but doesn't like someone ordering her around, either. She'll speak up when she feels her voice is needed, but is otherwise fairly quiet and calm. It takes time to get to know her, as she holds back her feelings and opinions from those who aren't close to her. She's kind and sensitive when dealing with others, aiming to make them happy even if she isn't. She's independent and enjoys the beauty of nature. She's very perceptive, modest, a perfectionist; she judges herself harsher than neccessary. She's willing to help anyone out, and will listen to someone rant without judging or inturrupting, and say exactly the right thing to make that someone feel better.

personality type; isfp
personality traits; loyal, open-minded, creative, warm

❀

| ~ Short Story ~ |

Amarante opened her eyes. It was looking at her, as if it expected her to do something.
You're soon to be disappointed, she thought, closing her eyes again. I'm not going anywhere.
After letting a few minutes pass, she opened one eye. It seemed to challenge her.
I can wait, it seemed to say. I've nowhere important to be.
This annoyed Amarante to a certain degree. It was hard to sleep when someone's watching your every move. She shifted, so her back was facing it, and squeezed her eyes shut. Her fur prickled, and she could feel it's eyes on her.
"What do you want?" she moaned, turning to glare at it. It simply stared back. Amarante scowled.
"Look here, you," she told it through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to take a nice nap, so clear off."
It tilted it's head, eyes locked on her.
"Go on, shoo," Amarante said, nodding to the thick forest around them. It looked at her for a moment, thinking, and slipped away into the underbrush of the forest. Amarante watched the ferns shiver where it had gone.
Finally, she thought with a hint of relief, resting her head and her outstretched paws. She closed her eyes.
. . . .
Amarante blinked open her eyes, laying still for a moment before sitting up. Her brow furrowed. It was back.
She opened her mouth to snap at it, but found herself silenced; she wasn't where she had fallen asleep. Instead, she was in a thin, spaced stretch of forest with little to no brush. She jumped to her paws and looked at it with wide eyes. It blinked at her, as if it could tell what she was thinking and was trying to comfort her. Strangely, she was soothed by this. At least one of them knew what was going on.
She tried to speak again, but no sound came out. It shook it's head, and Amarante closed her mouth. She tilted her head, silently asking it where they were. To her suprise, she got a reply.
This is my home.
The voice echoed around her head. It was quiet, calm, and Amarante was confused as to where it'd come from. She looked at it, and it smiled.
That was you? she thought, locking eyes with it. It nodded.
Yes.
Unable to grasp why or how this was happening, she moved on.
This is your home? she asked silently, looking around.
Was, it corrected with a sliver or regret. This place is gone now.
What happened?
See for yourself.
She glanced back at it; it gestured for her to follow and began to move. Amarante followed it through the thin forest, clueless as to where they were going. Finally, it stopped and fixed it's eyes on a point ahead. Amarante followed it's gaze and sucked in a breath at the sight.
Oh.
It nodded again, looking up at her sorrowfully.
It will happen to you, too.
Amarante didn't reply, staring in horror at the scene before her.

characters; amarante and the creature known as "it"
plot; not sure. i had too much fun with the mysteriousness of it.

❀

| ~ Art ~ |

I won't be able to get it up, as it takes forever for me to draw wings.

❀

| ~ Poem ~ |

Life is a cycle
Constant, repeating
You're born, you live
And you die

Always
Death is inevitable
You can't escape death
For death is a part of life

Without death, life could not be
You cannot have light without darkness
Nor warmth without the cold
Or day without night

But what if it didn't have to be
What if you could live on
Forever, unfading
Without death?

Would you willingly accept
Such a fate?
Life and death are interlocking
You cannot have one without the other

But what if you could choose?
To go on, and on
To have the light, the warmth, the sun
Without the fear of death and darkness?

The cycle would be nothing
You would never cease
On and on you would go
Unfading

Life is like a flower
You sprout, you bloom
Then you wilt
Your job is done

What if you could be the flower
That never fades?
What if you could bloom
And never wilt?

Would you, if you could
Take such a chance?
Life is meant to end
You are meant to die

Slowly, as the years go by
Fate holds you in their hand
Escaping death
Would be escaping life

You wouldn't have the thrill
Of accomplishing something
For if you never died
You would have time

Time is precious
And if you never died
Time would be meaningless
Simply a number, always counting

Time will go on
When you are gone
It will be another's turn
To take a ride

Life is a cycle
Constant, repeating
You're born, you live
And you die

Always

poem written by; me. what a creepy poem.

. . . .

[NARANDA]

|~|| Hiraku ||~|

| ~Username ~ |
 ƝÅℜÅƝƉÅ

| ~ Name ~ |
 Hiraku

pronounciation; hee-kah-roo
meaning; To Enlighten
origin; Japanese

| ~ Gender ~ |
  Female

| ~ Personality ~ |
 Sweet, kind, caring, giving, insightful and has interesting views on things. She loves poems and flowers, going out into the fields to write and make bouquets of flowers. She is great as making perfume and jewelry aswell, making herself look pretty.

| ~ Short Story ~ |
First time ever being alone, she had been separated from her mother. She ran through the woods, terrified and scared, searching for her mother. She wasn't old enough yet to be on her own, she was too small and weak. She ran and ran until the dreadful sound of a gun rang through the air, making her heart sink. She ran towards the noise, seeing a hunter pick up something that looked all too familiar, her mother. Her eyes glazed over and her body lifeless as the hunter lifted her off the ground. Hikaru stood stock still, too scared and shocked to move, until the hunter looked over at her, she intstantly ran, turning around into the woods. She tripped and stumbled, trying to get as far away as possible from the hunter and her mother.

WIP

 | ~ Art ~ |
Getting art! (WIP)

| ~ Poem~ |
(I did not write this, a friend of mine did. I would prefer if no one else used it.)

If a rose is a symbol of love
Why does it have thorns?
A rose has thorns since love is never perfect
There will always be painful and hard times
If a rose is a symbol of love
Why does it always die?
A rose always dies because love can never be everlasting. It always has to die
Your love dies with you

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Thatnks guys and I love the poem

[NARANDA]

Thanks!
The poem was writen by a friend of mine and I just thought it might suite her.

[▷ Dreamcatcher ◁]

Ok guys, I know I said September first, but I did also say earlier. No more new entries please, and the wip's will get until midnight North Pacific time ( i live in Idaho) to finish up, until then, goodluck!