[~ Castiel ~]

my username is kakalanks,
imapplyingfor276okay i am
not the best at layouts, but
hey lets see where we get,
i love her design, she looks
brilliant! i love the edits! <3
can't wait to do some art of
her! this will be fun XD

her name is formally, "magic
blitz"but everyone calls her
blitz, justbecause it is
shorter and matches her
personalityperfectly as she
is rather clumsy and brakes
lots of stuff <3 kakalanks xx

~what i want to do with BLitz ~
should i be Blitz's lucky owner, i really want to make art of her and write some mini stories featuring her, i love her design and she would be so so so fun to draw both in my sketch book at home and on the oekaki here, im sure she would look amazing!

what she likes;
~music, she
loves to sing,
and has very
odd taste in
music and
likes many
styles.

~ origami, she
loves watching
people making
oragami, she
gets to talk
to them as
she watches
and loves
helping if
they are
stuck!

~ art, she
loves art
and has
learnt to
hold a
pencil in
her teeth
and her
fave thing
to draw
is horses
and animes.

~ chatting with
friends, she
always has a
special friend,
but goes
around mainly
in a big
group.

dislikes;
~ arrogance,
people who
think they
are amazing
just because
they are
faster or
know some
thing she
doesn't.

~ awkward
-ness, when
she doesn't
know what
to say and it
all falls
silent.

~ no space
hates being
crowded or
can just flip
when people
come too
close
constantly.

~ more than
two people
trying to
talk to her
at once,
she just
flips and
shouts.

this is Blitz's story hop you all enjoy!

i was really bored this morning, like really bored. the only thing i hadn't done today was go outside ... but i was too comfy to move ... grumpily i dragged myself up and thought i'd go take a walk along the beach. i padded outside and went to where my friend lay curled up in her house, i walked in and asked her if she wanted to come down to the beach with me, she agreed and we walked down together. we had a great time darting through the waves and building castles, i knew it wouldn't last. it never does with my friends, they are always fighting so i now only ever invite one of them ot at once.

flare ran up to us, uh - oh this would so mean trouble you couldn't let flare go anywhere near skye without a massive fight breaking out. "why didn't you invite me down here Blitz!? urgghh i knew you liked skye best!"
" flare i can't invite both of you down and Skye is my friend too!"
"Flare just leave us alone alright me and Blitz just wanted to come for some peace is that too much to ask?"
"well i'm leaving if you like Skye better!"
"you weren't invited anyway" muttered skye.
"i would run if i were you Skye ..." Flare jumped up and tried to chase sky around the beach, she always forgot Skye was an amazingly fast runner. suddenly they both stopped.
"who do you like best?" they both asked.
"both of you! now stop being dificult!"
" you have to pick someone" Skye grinned mischeviously, he was just trying to wind up Flare, but he had put in an awkward position. i had to choose one of them or i would never hear the end of it, what could i say?
"hurry up and pick Blitz!"
"stop it! i pick neither of you! it's not funny, what am i meant to say!?"
"ME!" FLare and Skye both yelled really loudly, i couldn't pick and i wouldn't.
" i'm leaving come see me when you are ready to stop pressuring me to pick one of you, you won't get an answer!"


I stormed off, if they couldn't tolerate each other than i wouldn't stand and watch them fight anymore, i figured i could go for a walk along the cliffs to clear my mind. The cliffs were gorgeous near my home, like beautiful white towers over the glistening sea and glowing, amber beaches. The top was only a mile from here, I could walk that easily! I set off and arrived at the top in no time at all and I just sat down on a tuft of grass at the top and watched the birds ...

SQUAAARRKKK!!! i jumped, the birds all flew away suddenly, someone must be coming up. i figured it would be Flare or Skye come to make up for earlier, so i turned round expectantly... no one. there must have been something to scare the birds like that! All of a sudden i heard hoof beats pounding the ground, huh a horse was coming up! that's what made the birds take off! i stood up and went to stand by the edge so i could look at the sea without being trampled by the giant creature and it's rider. Sure enough a stunning chestnut mare came gallopping up the trail path, but with no rider on! It had it's full tack on so it must have chucked it's rider off! Phew i saw it's rider in the distance running after the horse, ahh the horse must have escaped! I was going to try and catch it, but then i realized ... it was coming straight at me! It would knock me over! I had to get further from the edge, uhh no time! I felt the giant creature smash into me, it knocked me off balance. The world went into slow motion, I saw the horse slow down and stop, the owner speeding up, he looked horrified. I saw the ground start to come closer, but then futher away, it towered above me and I saw the chalky white rocks of the cliff as I fell. I had gone over the edge. I heard the shouts of the owner as he got to the edge, but I was too confused to do anything...

i landed with a thud. my head hurt so much, i wondered where i was, i rolled over and looked up i was 7 or 8 feet from the top of the cliff. i had landed luckily on a small jutting rock covered in grass, moss and thick bouncy heather. i tried to scramble to my feet, but i couldn't quite get up. the man and the horse peered over the cliff,
"are you ... alive?" he sounded shaky, like hew was the one who had just fallen.
"yes i'm okay i landed on a ledge - look. i can't get up though ... can you help get me up?"
"i will be back i need a rope and some people to help pull you up when i get it!" he shouted, he sounded a lot happier now.
"okay, be quick"

i waited for what felt like hours until the man came back he had brought two kias with him to help, i couldn't see who they were in the distance, but i could tell there was two of them and they were carrying a rope between them. it suddenly dawned on me that, well the two kias must be ... Flare and Skye! they all ran up to the edge closest to the ledge i lay sprawled on. Skye was tied to a rope and Flare and the man let it down to me, Skye grabbed me and the others started to pull with the end of the rope tied to the horses saddle so that the mare could help pull to! we got to the top eventually and the man put me on his horse. we rode to my house and i lay down in my bed. Flare and Skye scuttled off quietly.

i woke up in the morning, and next to my bed was a note,

Dear Blitz,
i wish we had been there! if we hadn't been fighting you would never have been on the cliff, you would have been safe and well now! it's all our fault and i'm so sorry! we promise to be nicer to each other and stop being difficult if you please forgive us!
from Skye and Flare xx




will add more later!

[solo.]

so reserving o.o
Will pretty up soon.

Username
I am Sloth-, but feel free to call me Sloth, or anything else you like suits me ^^

About #276

Gender:

"Female, I am 100% female!"

Name:

Reditus Patriam is her name. "but call me Diversae!"

What is in the name?

Why Reditus Patriam?

Reditus Patriam stands for 'magic country' in Latin. She reminds me if magic, that's why her magic is in her name. I chose country because to her, that means free. The wide open space, no one to harm you or annoy you, grass at your feet and lots of animals.

Why Diversae?

"Diversae means 'different' in Latin, I am different to all the other Kias, they don't have big feathers and magical waves floating at their feet. They are normal, unlike me.

Back story: Red was always alone and hiding, she didn't know anyone and she was 'different', that was why she hid, that was why she called her self Diversae. WIP.

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[kelly.]

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ᶤᵗ ｓｐａｒｋｌｅｄ , ˡᶤᵏᵉ ａ ｎｉｇｈｔ ｓｋｙ

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ᵇᵘᵗ ｎｏ, 'ᵗʷᵃˢ ᵃ ｄｒｉｚｚｌｅ

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● υѕerɴαмe

❝Oh, her name? That's kelly. Very simple, isn't it? ❞

● ɴαмe

❝Why hello there. The name's Drizzle. You can call me anything, Driz, Drizzie, Lizzy, whatever suits you. You're probably wondering why I was named that. Kelly said my pattern looked like falling glitter and sparkles, and I guess they kind of drizzled. Drizzling glitter and sparkles. Like rain, perhaps. ❞

● ɢeɴder

❝I am a female. Suprising? I hope not. ❞

● perѕoɴαlιтy

❝Some people call me mysterious, others shy. These are both true. Me being mysterious.. well my pattern kind of says that all over it. So does the long, blue wisp that's always with me. No, it's not magic. I actually have never used magic in my life. I don't speak very much, as I am usually independent. You can find me alone, doing my own little things, such as gazing at the stars. It's kind of a habit. I did it when I was younger. My brother and I used to name all of the stars we saw. Not their true names, of course. So nobody told you I was serious, hmm? Well I take things very seriously. I'll have a serious expression on my face with the occasional smile. Don't be silly and fool around saying stupid stuff around me. Oh please, you mind as well go to the circus. Sometimes I feel graceful, as if my every step is a faithful leap. Almost like a ballerina. ❞

● нιѕтory

❝How did I end up on this planet? That's a very good question. It all began when I was playing around outside of the den with my brother. My parents never warned me about the strange portals, though. It was a crystal clear day, but it was getting dark. The stars appeared, barely visable in the beautiful sky. We were surrounded by trees, which cast large shadows around us. Our parents were out gathering pomegranates, which were our favorite fruits. I was looking around, with my little brother beside my pelt. Suddenly, zap! There was a bright flash of light, which apparently scared my brother as he immediately jumped and scurried to the den. I was alone. Soon after the blinding flash, a galaxy-looking portal appeared in front of me. You see, I was a very curious child, and I couldn't help but step into the portal a tiny bit. It was mesmerizing. After that slight step, I fell. It felt like forever. Then I ended up here. During the fall, I lost my original pink, purple, and blue feathers my parents found me. It was saddening, but I soon found three beautiful new ones that I stuck in my pelt. ❞

● αrт

❝My portraits are coming soon, but that lovely banner on the left is made by the wonderful marouk.

Ahh, finally some wonderful art. Here is one by Icseal. Gorgeous, isn't it? ❞

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[MangoLuv]

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Will you still l o v e me ?
When I'm no longer y o u n g and b e a u t i f u l ?
Will you still l o v e m e ?
When I got n o t h i n g but my aching s o u l ?
i k n o w y o u w i l l
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Name:
Daisy Lane aka 'The Gatsby'
Origin:
Daisy is a flower, but
Truth be told, I borrowed all these names from
the book 'The Great Gatsby'
Reason:
I have just recently started reading the book,
but seeing as she is based on a late night's city,
I thought the name was every bit appropriate
Nicknames:
She most likely wouldn't give away her name
She'd always be The One and Only Gatsby~

Age:
Gatsby is all of four years old
Gender:
Most people don't know
She rarely shows her face, even at her own parties,
but infact, she is female
Birthdate:
December 31st, 2009
voice:
Gatsby's voice is like silk,
it's almost too soft, too flowing, laced with lies.
Her voice is the only authentic thing about her anymore.
A smooth voice with hidden intentions

P e r s o n a l i t y:
She is g r e a t ; She is the G a t s b y
At first glance, your breath is stolen. Gatsby, there she is, the one the only. Rich, young, beautiful. She flashes a smile, and instantly, you return the gesture. Your eyes meet, your heart races as her smile widens. She is unknown to you, to all the the others, she is but still regarded as royalty. You know nothing of her, not even her name, yet you've been to her parties for as long as you can remember. She makes her grand appearance, but after that, what? She rarely ever shows her face again. Your curiosity grows, however, you are whisked away deep into the crowd and the noise. The party has begun, and the Gatsby to nowhere to be s e e n .
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Gatsby is thought to be a puzzle. She is locked away with the key hidden deep inside her own mind. Very little is known about the beauty that resides in the mansion. Looking from the outside, in, she is something to discover, but she's hidden so deeply in her own riches she unable to be be contacted by the real world. Her own identity seems to be thwarted by her own infatuation with fortune, and the ability to lavish strangers. But that doesn't seem to stop the greedy humans who are chosen to indulge themselves at her extravagant parties. You, with luck, will be 'attending' one of these events, you'll see. You'll understand, when in the presence of the Gatsby, all you wish, is to indulge. You would wouldn't want to be rude now.....
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When really inside the mind of Gatsby, she's far from simple. Gatsby is not particularly dull, she's a rather sharp woman of power, wealth and beauty. She uses this to her advantage in every situation she can. Often times she will manipulate others to better benefit herself. Seeing as she is rather greedy she doesn't always consider others feelings when they're in the way of something she wants. But of course she'd make sure her intentions are well hidden, leaving her powerful image fully intact. Of course, no one can hate the Gatsby!
On the other hand, Gatsby doesn't only think of fortune and coning those around her, no, that just happens to be a point of proof; She is not a perfect little rose, she has her thorns. But she has her pleasant perfume as well, an alluring factor. It just so happens to be her mysterious personality. Very few can get to the core of the Gatsby.
Truthfully, she's lost herself to the image. Her roots have been washed from the soil. Devoting every bit of her fiber to this persona, so far from her original self, the true soul is unknown to all, even Gatsby herself.
it is lost deep within her own m i n d . . .

P h y s i c a l a t r a b u t i e s :
Gats is a reasonably tall kia. Me being five foot five, she'd come slightly above my hip (she's 3'4). She's abnormally light only around 90 pounds. She's much like a large, large dog.
When it comes to her face, other then her hair, her predominant features range from her eyes to her wry smile to that one stubborn strand of hair, but her favorite happens to be her eyes. Those violet orbs are her pride and joy, next to her wealth and beauty of course.
her paws are calloused, from much of her wandering past.
She has an aura of blue residing around her small form. This was a prop from a magic trick gone wrong, but it didn't seem to leave any damage.
The three feathers were gifted by her previous guardians, and she alway makes sure they're predominate. <3

Adventures with others:
Stories written by others<3

It was yet another of the large, bedecked parties that Gatsby held. Exedox, the cousin of the very wealthy businessman Frederick Bahlin, had been added to the already massive guest list by request. Upon arriving he realized that the venue was much too fancy and elaborate for what he was wearing. He sighed and continued into the large mansion that it was being held at; plenty of kiamaras, wolves, and felines seem to be there so it was multiracial. Exedox was greeted by the Host, Gatsby, by the door. She seemed cold and fake; her smile was plastered to her face awkwardly, as if it didn't belong. He simply nodded and hurried into the building, planning to grab some of the delicious appetizers and leave as soon as possible.
He was stopped, again, by a current of highly-esteemed people heading towards Gatsby. In order not to jostle anyone or be noticed, he followed quickly and found himself face to face with the heartless-looking woman that had greeted him before. "Um... Hello?" he asked uneasily.
Gatsby's smile spread wider and she responded with a "Hello"
Exedox is the fursona of Arachnid, not a kiamara

Mario lay down in the soft meadow grass and sighed with tranquility. He nuzzled around to embrace the calmness of the morning. He looked up to see the sky, a dark purple fading into a milky dawn sky. He sniffed the air and recognized the scent of another kiamara. He turned his head and saw a beautiful kiamara walking towards him. He gasped, astonished. He wondered if maybe he was dreaming or in heaven. The scene was so perfect. As she neared he found himself staring unblinkingly at her. With wide eyes he surveyed her. Her eyes met his and Mario gulped. “Hello,” She said in a soft whisper as calming as the morning itself and a smile as beautiful as the finest jewelries. He stared at her for a moment and replied. “Hello.”
Mario is a kiamara own by drizzle <3

tales written in the b o o k:
things that left enough of an impact on her to be in the book

no fear when floating
In the pool pf her owner's she glides. The outside world is closed off from her and there is suddenly nothing to worry about. All that is on her mind is staying afloat. Opening her eyes under the water, a blurry world is yet to be discovered. Surfacing for air, she returns, to form a new adventure in her underwater kingdom.

what he really means to me
He simply sat there, and it drove her wild. Of course her smile remained plastered upon her face. It was awful for the two's health to do this. They both just waited in each other's presence. Neither would take action to their affections, but the second one or the other wasn't right at arm's length the other'd almost throw a fit. They yearned to lived off each other's sole existence. But, that's absurd, and neither would let their image go for the sake of love. No action was taken, no, they just remained at a cold, pause, hoping one or the other would speak up.
But, that day is yet to come...

At Auntie's House
"Silvia, another platter please~" she calls to the server from across the room and a heavy sigh is audibly heard. The maids scurry around, obeying to all of the young girl's commands. Perhaps this is where she developed a taste, for the finer things in life...

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Stepping into her World:
Welcome, You've been invited to a party,
Oh but darling, you won't actually have to move, no, no, You'll witness it, but in a manner in which you won't have to move from the very spot you are currently in! The Gatsby has her ways, I hope you enjoy and feel welcome, do come in~
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You walk into the large home, You're greeted by a red-lipped smile, The Gatsby. "Welcome, a fresh face, beautiful" she murmurs in a silky voice. You smile back, and take her in. She's pale, short black hair frames her face well. Her eyes are violet, accented by feather light yellow dusted across her eyelids, matching the streaks hidden in her hair. You keep moving, not yet getting a good glance at her dress. Waiters bring sparkling water, seeing as your hostess is just underaged. You start to chatter with a few others, but it was time for Gatsby to make her 'special appearance'. You were slightly confused as others around you milled and you simply followed the crowd.
"Welcome one, Welcome all, Enjoy yourselves, Are rooms are yours for the night, enjoy!"
That was it. That was it? The crowd cried with joy, champagne bottles were popped open from all corners of the room, it was time to party! You on the other hand were slightly confused. What just happened? It was so fast, as she said was enjoy, she didn't do anything amazing, no stunts, no anything. Unsatisfied you went in search of the Gatsby.
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After hours of searching, you tire and find yourself in the garden.
"I thought you'd be looking" a plastic voice floats your way and a smile tugs across your features, you found her!
It is her and, she of course is still smiling. "You get one question"
You recoil slightly "only one?" You inquire aloud, and she nods curtly to you.
you bite your lips and think, What will you choose?
"When did this all start?" You say, voice soft, you're curious
"That's a long story dear"

History:
Our story opens in a small Texas town, Gonzales Texas, about an hour from Austin, two from San Antonio. Near the outskirts of town, a mother to be is scribbling things down in a small book. Something about legends from further south. She sits in the tall grass just feet from a stable. Only two horses and a single cow. The young couple found their home just recently. The summer air is still, and it's hot out. Our mother to be stands and trots to a nearby oak. Settling herself, something tells her, tonight's the night.
Maternal instincts seem to have done the trick, according to cue, A young Daisy Lane was born that day. In the book this was taken note of. Daisy Lane to the parents Lillian and James Lane.
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"Pick up the Pace" an annoyed father called to his unwanted daughter. He only wanted a son, a weak little girl wouldn't do, James put his little girl to work the day she could stand on all fours. Adjusting the small bucket between her teeth once again as to not spill its contents. She struggled to keep a steady pace. A low curse slipped from an angry father as he sntached the small containare from her.
"You're useless, God!" his voice was vemon cutting through the poor child's skin. Deep in her chest, a hollow feeling began to grow. As she sat, tear began to stream down her face
"Oh, no, no, get your tiny little rump up, we're not finished, guess I mean I'm not finished, seeing as you can't complete a task!" more rude murmurs, and curses were shot her way as her father stormed far ahead of her, forcing her to saunter home, tears clouding her steps. Useless, that all she was through his, useless, good for nothing.
When she came home dinner was being served. The smell of red potatoes tumbled into Daisy's nose. Mouth watering she trotted to the makeshift dining room. Of course, she interrupted her father's payer. Her mother hastily stood to give her daughter some of the food she'd prepared. but her actions were cut short by a stern voice. Her mother's lips formed a small frown, her violet eyes holding a good bit of sympathy.
The thundering voice reiterated the fact that Daisy was nothing to her father. She was told to go on without dinner. Shoulders hunched she trudged to the other side of the small stable. Curling into a small ball, Daisy fell into a dreamless sleep
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While most childhoods are filled with candies, sweets and darling dreams, most of Daisy's was filled with repetitive reminders of how unimportant and stupid she was. Her mother of course tried her hardest to remind her daughter she loved her, but of course it's hard. Luckily, Daisy's mother was able to send her child to her sister's. Daisy's fondest memories are in the old mansion.
Daisy's Aunt, Vivian, lived a lavish life. Maids tended to Daisy, the only real time she saw her aunt was a dinner, but that didn't matter much, swimming, being waited on carless expenses, Daisy was in her own heaven.
Sadly enough, Daisy was abruptly sent home after accidentally breaking a vase. returning was a rather rough transition.
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Things had changed drastically from the few weeks Daisy had been gone. Her father had stumble back into alcohol (as he'd had a problem before she was born). But, rather than just stumbling around and being ignorant, James Lane had become, cruel, and almost abusive. A strong woman, such as his wife could keep in check, but with a child scampering around....
Lillian Was shocked to see her daughter home. Fear was displaced obviously in her eyes, her child was not going to be staying around her husband while he was in this state, and that's when she made a painful decision.
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packing her daughter, her journal, a bright yellow feather, and a few biscuits, she forced her daughter out the door. Despite her daughter's desperate cries, the door was not opened by her mother. More then terrified, given little to no choice, Daisy set off, in hopes of a better life.
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Daisy was lucky to find her way to Austin, with directions from her mother (ones she found in the book) Now, in her early teens, instead of arguing with parents and staying up past her bedtime, Daisy was search for food, very desperately might I add. Shelter was a cardboard box in an alley near sixth street. Katz Deli's dumpster was her lunch.
Normally she could go about her routine, no troubles, at night she'd snag some food and during the day she'd trot about town. But something was digging at her. Daisy knew fair well, trouble was brewing. Going about her business as usual, she heard something, someone. Panicked slightly, she slid out of the dumpster and decided to just head back to her makeshift bed.
While lying in her cardboard box she hummed quietly tracing her mother's handwriting with calloused paws. SHe heard it again, she could now tell, they were footsteps. A tall man, top hat upon his head, he was smiling warmly at the small creature
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The man happened to be a performer, a magician. He gladly added a feather to her collection, a pink one.
The two had actually grown close very quickly. He taught her how to fasten feathers to her tail. She showed him her book. He gifted her an 'aurora' she in return worked by his side. He helped renamed her, but most of all he read to her, all the time. Her favorite? you guessed it, The Great Gatsby.
One of her saddest memories came after having read some on the first chapter.
"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my min-" stopping the man of magic heard something, a voice. Gatsby heard it as well, a cry for help. Locking eyes, the book was sat down. Lifting his top hat to his head, the duo hurried out towards the sound. It was from an alley way, not too far from their current home. An old man, presumingly wealthy stood on the other end of a pistol. The wielder looked to be unstable, and both Magician and animal locked eyes, how were they going to go about this. Just as they were about to take action, it happened. The unstable man wiped around a fired.
Wide eyed, Gatsby watched her owner slowly lose life.
As she sat, the man dropped his gun, sprinting away. Tears slid down her cheeks. She nuzzled his face one last time and she started to trot off into the direction of their old alleyway box house. BUt some one way calling to her. the old man. He smiled warmly at her and held out a hand. She motioned for him to follow.
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After retrieving her items, she waited by her magic man's side, aurora floating around his now cold body. When all questioning was done, the old man called to her. She perked her head, but didn't move. He came closer, close enough to pluck the journal from her, (much to her protest).
"Yer named Gatsby?" his rusty voice questioned.
A nod from her, she looked back to her old owner and whined.
"Oh, I know dar'in' I'm real s'rry fer 'im gettin' 'urt", the old man frowned. once again, he held his hand out to her. She nuzzled her old owner ans then stood, whining softly, she looked up to her new life her new owner.
A new chapter
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Months had past, a feather added, The old man, now known as Daddy decided it be great to supply a rare tail feather for his rare little girl. He was so proud of her, he'd show her off to friends at all of his extravagant parties. Of course they'd bring their pets, which weren't much compared to Gatsby.
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Due to the trauma she suffered, she suppressed all memories of her past. All she let herself know is that she'd lived with her daddy for as long as her memories spanned.
You lean back and set the journal down. Gatsby is nowhere to be find, you decide, it's time to leave ....

Take note, I've been to most of these places as a little kid,
I've since then moved a good distance away, I recently learn that Katz is now close, much to my dismay </3
You however can still tell where it is on Sixth street, and you can find the alley way right next to the old theatre <3

Just some music;
There's a Reason - P!ATD
Mirrors - Justin Timberlake
Build God - P!ATD
Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey

Aren't you somethin' to admire?

'Cause your shine is somethin' like a m i r r o r

And I can't help but notice

You r e f l e c t in this heart of mine

If you ever feel a lon e and

The glare makes me hard to d n i f

Just know that I'm always

Parallel on the other s i d e | e d i s

Who am I?:
Hello there dear,
I am Writer, but I'd much prefer you call me Olivia
I have been on CS for almost four years now,
over the years I've seen people, pet, species.
Wow, doesn't really feel like it ;o;
ahem, anyway, I am Olivia! Online and off
Among my interests, literature is first.
I not only love to write, but to read as well.
I love all stories, new or old, I'll hold an ear open.
Good tales interest me more than anything. <3
Physically speaking, I am 5'5, good height.
I'm about 140 lb, broad shouldered girl.
My hair is continuously getting darker,
but I'm planning to get streaks, Much like Gatsby's actually!
So colorful streaks and amber brownish hair <3
I happen to be slightly dyslexic and ADD.
Back online I enjoy many fandoms, and many friends,
Maybe I'll see you around<3
It was nice meeting you, er introducing myself

- L o v e O l i v i a <<33

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I also decided to make her journal (from her history)
It's made Primarily of fabric and Leather
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It was originally made by her 'mom' in the story
she keeps note of stories and other little things she likes in it,
JUst as her mother did <3
it took all of two and a half hours to make,
scraped an old belt made of genuine leather and some of my favorite fabric,
but hey I'm really proud of it <<33

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why I want her . . .
you know when you steal glances at that special someone, and internally squeal? That's constantly feel looking at her. I was petrified to enter, I thought I wouldn't be a good owner. I thought that I wouldn't bee able to find art, I wouldn't be able to find inspiration. But when I sat down, the words came so naturally, I felt as though I've seen her, known her as much as I could seeing as there isn't much to know. I felt it was almost second nature to write about her. It was more fun I have had writing in a long time. I feel I'm sliding farther from the original question than I want to, Why I want her. Truth be told, it's a simple answer I'm in love, I have thoroughly and fully fallen completely in love with Gatsby, with the character herself, with the thought of her parties, with everything that is, her. I know I will always love her, for love is not something easily severed. so, I'll answered once more,
I want her solely because I love her

[strawbee]

Username:
Kiamara name:

Reason for choosing Kiamara name:


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[ToastingCinnamon]

Username: Cinnamon~toastie
Kiamara name: Sandra
Reason for choosing Kiamara name: She looks like a Sandra to me. ouo imapplyingfor276okay

[Manx]

Possible reserve <3

[Kirbylover901]

Reserved with the name Zelda, this one's beautiful. <33

[rosesgreedy]

Reserve. <3
Also I reserve this with the possible name if Esmeralda.