[FamineMyth]

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[chupacabras]

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Monarch
what is she allergic to;;
Milkweed
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[Tealea]

So, beautiful ouo <33 I wanted to try out but I don't have time ono

Nice job though Apple! ^^

[Southern sweetie]

good luck everyone<3!

[Permasnow]

username;; shawott1
name;; Florana
what is she allergic to;; chocolate
art;; WIP

[~toxic.dewdrops~]

Username: ~FOB's Return~
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Name: Malon
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What is she allergic to: Milk and all dairy products
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Malon was born a healthy baby Kia to her beautiful mother and her handsome father. Her family loved her, calling her the most beautiful pup they had ever seen. She was pampered, well taken care of, and always got what she wanted and needed right when she wanted it. Tragedy struck the family one day when Malon stopped breathing while nursing with her mother. The baby Kia was sick for days, barely able to breathe and feeble. It was horrible to see such a beautiful baby in such a weak state. Seeing their beloved child like that broke the hearts of her family. They considered it a miracle that baby Malon survived her near death expirience. When she began nursing again, healthy as ever, she became sick again. She vomited violently and her throat swelled up. She was rushed to with herbs and medicines. It was days later being worked on, when one of the doctors helping Malon informed her family that she had to stop nursing immediately, even though she wasn't due to start weaning for another two weeks. Her family was shocked when they were informed that their pretious baby was allergic to her mother's milk, as well as all other dairy products. Of course, the family did as they were told. Malon never drank milk again, and now she lives, happy and healthy, but terrified of milk.
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Art: Malon

[kibbleeCat]

username:
-daisy-
name:
Madeline, nicknamed Mady
allergy:
grass
art:
I have just started, and it'll be done in a few hours c;

[.yuanfen]

“A power of Butterfly must be -
The Aptitude to fly
Meadows of Majesty concedes
And easy Sweeps of Sky -” ~ Emily Dickinson

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“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner......” ~ Norah Lofts

And baby, I will understand if sometimes
You just want to spread your wings and fly
And let your colors shine

And everyday I wanna be a risk you take
Make a promise that will never break for life

You're my butterfly
Don't fly away
Open my hands, you're free
Praying you'll come back to me

You're my butterfly
Don't fly away
You're my reality
Always be my gravity

You're my butterfly
Come on and touch the sky
You're my butterfly

I won't forget you
Or neglect you
Won't let no one take your place
In your eyes I see my face

And baby, do you know that everybody watches
Every time that you take flight
They're blinded by your light

You're my butterfly

~ Delta Goodrem

All my life, since birth, I have been allergic to milkweed, though this disadvantage was not discovered until I was a bit older than a child. My interest in butterflies was piqued by my first view of their migration south to warmer climates, their translucent and paper-thin orange wings brilliant in the sunlight that shone through them. So delicate, they promised the beginning of winter and symbolized my ever-present desire to fly. If I could not fly, then I could surely place my dreams upon the butterflies and allow them to traverse the world carrying them! I would follow the imaginary golden trails left by their fluttering to the boundaries of where I was allowed, and then watch as they glided into the air, seemingly effortless in their dance with the wind.
They lay their eggs upon the milkweed that has caused me much grief, and, eager to see the new caterpillars, I followed them to their grounds, only to find with dismay that my fur was beginning to grow itchy, my eyes watery, yet not from crying or laughing too hard. No, these were the symptoms of allergies, and as I neared the milkweed they grew worse, a pounding my head. I frowned, pulled back, and escaped to the edge of the trees, where the itching of my eyes began to wear off over the course of an hour. How eager I was to see their eggs, though! Thinking that perhaps it might be the pollen, I ventured forwards again, yet after multiple tries, I could get no further than a few meters away from their eggs. I had never wanted to give up, but this seemed to be a time that it would be necessary for my health and safety.
You can imagine how sad I was to discover my allergies! Now I would never see the first larvae hatching from their homes, and I would have to wait to see the new butterflies. It was a long, ponderous time for me, with no orange insects fluttering in the air to bring me happiness and whispers from faraway lands.
This took a devastating toll upon my mood, and I would trudge around the lands, not bothering anymore to gaze up into the sky for the bright flash of a monarch’s wing. Yet hope came one day. Hope came in the form of a delicate, bright, moment’s glance, that colour which had not been in my life for so long. And hope escalated, exploded into a brilliance of colour that burst from the trees like a flood of sunlight to brighten up my days, for the butterflies had come. I watched with blue eyes gleaming in awe as they soared across the sky, towards the horizon where their futures awaited.
And so each turn of the season, I await the butterflies. Allow them to lay their eggs upon the milkweed and wait patiently, though it can sometimes be torturous, for them to leap into the sky. It can be similar to winter. We live with sunlight for so much of the year that we take it for granted. When it disappears, we are left lost and dazed, but we must always live in the hope of that first ray of sunlight that signifies winter’s end.

“You can only chase a butterfly for so long.” ~ Jane Yolen

“Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein

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[bsktcase]

username;;~Sandkit~
name;;Monnika
what is she allergic to;;For some resone she is allergic to to grass, yes grass she gets a shot so she can be around it
art;;WIP

[.The Bootless Box.]

~My goodness, I do believe I just found my dream Kia.

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Kianna (Key-ah-na) or Kai (ky)
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She is only allergic to one thing, Ants. Can't stand them anyways but if she gets stung by one she swells very largely in that area and has to go to where ever really sick Kias go. (I'd say hospital but that would be kind of awkward.)
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