[Downn]

A V A L O N

U S E R N A M E ;;
Downn-- I don't have any nicknames,
other names, nothing. Just call me
Downn.

N A M E ;;
Avalon-- one of her nicknames is Ava.

B A C K S T O R Y ;;
You may have noticed Avalon's jewelry. The star and moon are quite peculiar, no? Or you may have noticed the slight frown she wears. Perhaps not as peculiar, but still not the usual. Why does she have these, you ask? Well. . . you are about to find out. I wrote this story in short scenes, memories from her life as she grows. Without further ado, here is Avalon's story, which added up to 344 words. I hope it's okay that I went a little bit over. . .

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"They were mean to me too."

Avalon looked up. A kiamara, who looked about her age, stood in front of her. Ava had been in the woods, crying about how the other children had bullied her because she wasn't social and never played with them.

"Why? Why were they mean to you?" Avalon asked.

The other child paused for a moment. He seemed quite . . . awkward. "My name is Blue Jay," he said, matter-of-factly. "And I know a cool spot in these woods. C'mon, let's go play."

Ava didn't mind that he hadn't answered her question. She followed him anyway, happy she had finally found a friend.

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"The stars are pretty, aren't they?" Avalon looked back at Blue Jay. It had been a year since she had first met him, but they were still children. They now stood in the spot he had once said was cool: a cliff, looking over a valley that had a great view of a river and at night, the stars.

"They're lighthouses." Blue responded.

After much questioning in the months after she had met him, Ava had figured out why Blue had seemed awkward: Blue Jay had Asperger's Syndrome. And so, when he said that the stars were lighthouses, Avalon didn't question it, and from that day on, thought of the stars as lighthouses herself.

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"It's for you." Blue Jay nodded at the jewelry he had brought with him: small metal craftings of a star and a moon. "They are like the lighthouses."

"It's beautiful!"

Avalon and Blue were standing on the very cliff they spent much of their days. Ava stared at her new gift, and smiled. She would wear them every day.

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Soon after Avalon had received her gift, Blue Jay died. He had gotten lost in the woods, and couldn't find his way out. Ava was heartbroken-- she loved Blue Jay, and he had gone. But now Ava knew that she didn't have to be antisocial; now she knew what it felt like to have a friend. And she loved it.

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There you have it. She keeps her jewelry in honor of her friend, and keeps the frown because she lost him. She became social because she knew it's what he would have wanted. But most of all, she kept on believing, even though she knew better, that the stars, were indeed, lighthouses.

A R T ;;

by .cupcakefox.(bold)

Lighthouses by LoneWolf.

[monstera]

Dropping out~

[reignex]

username;; Teal.
name;; Desiree- it is an anglicization of the French name Désirée meaning desired
short background;; (300 word limit) Ever since Desiree was little, she feared being hated or made fun of. So any friendships her parents tried to force her into quickly fell apart due to Desiree's nervousness and unwilling to talk around kias she doesn't know. Not talking gave her time to think though, make her smarter, so she achieved her feather at a relatively young age. She had multiple feathers at one point, but she got rid of them when she received her golden jewelry, something she has never taken off since she first got.

It would be a lie to say that in her early years she was alone. She had kias that she trusted and would work with in a group. But that ended when her mother died, and soon after her dad left her because she reminded her too much of his lost mate. Crushed, broken, and confused, Desiree never depended on anyone again, not wanting to be hurt or lose someone. Her jewels were inherited from her mum's will.

For the rest of her life, Desiree watched other kiamaras, other families with envy. There were so many kind kias that she would of loved to be friends with, and some she even wished more. But instead she remembered her mom's smiling face, her dad's deep laugh. And then she'd know it for for the best. Desiree would not let herself be hurt.

Now, she lives alone, her only friend the sun and moon, for they are as constant as life and death, and they remind her of her parents. The one thing she loves is star-gazing, and the only one she trusts is herself
art;;
all art can be found here

[PsiKenzie]

She's beautiful, but I can't really connect to her.
Good luck everyone, and I'm sure she'll go to a good home!

[Wolf in a Fedora]

username;; wolfwarrior144
name;; Bella Rose
short background;; WIP (300 word limit)
art;;WIP

[cmichb]

username;; Modest
name;; Ophelia
short background;; wip
art;; wip

[GrayStar51]

{ Beautiful design, Apple! I love the black accent under her eyes, must see more of those. Lovely! }

[Curious]

Reserved.

[kona.]

Totally forgot about this. Had to withdraw now, sorry! :c good luck everyone.

[Maddyoll]

Maddyoll || Female

ｎａｍｅ;;

Roxanne
\rox(an)-ne\
A girl's name is pronounced roks-ANN. It is of Persian origin, and the meaning of Roxanne is "dawn". Roxandra is a contemporary blend of Roxane and Alexandra, appropriate since Roxane was the Persian princess Alexander the Great married during his travels of conquest. Roxane is the heroine of Rostand's play "Cyrano de Bergerac".

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Roxanne was born into wealth, as both of her parents were the leader of a pack. She grew up rather spoiled, always getting first choice of prey or always going wherever she preferred, she was quite the 'only child' type. As a child she often spoke her mind, which did get her into loads of trouble at times. Overall she was the popular type, always knowing first and knowing everything about everyone, and was generally well liked.

As she grew older, her parents had much trouble finding feathers suitable for a kiamara such as herself. Her earrings, which she had since she was a toddler to show her wealth and position in the pack, had been very hard to match and they only had successfully gotten one feather for her thus far. Her parents searched for months on end with no conclusion, until the death of her mother's mother, or her grandmother. There she had found her grandmother had been saving beautiful golden jewels, perhaps for her mother but she had forgotten. They figured they should not let such beautiful things go to waste, and thus her new jewels were given to her and worn to this day.

Despite her being quite the happy child, she has been very troubled by her parent's death, shortly after she received the jewels. She doesn't find joy easily, and rules her pack with a constant bitterness. She would be described as a rain cloud on a sunny day by other's, but to herself she is just constantly reminded of her parent's murder.

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waiting on artist's completion ♥