[rottenmutt]

Possible reserve with the name "Sitka"

[HellyBoo]

Will either be entering or Will be helping a friend one way or another, Reserve with the name Alaric Jepson.

[Shaynn]

Possible Reserve! <3

[Flowerdust]

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ｅｖｅｒｙ ｓｅｃｏｎｄ ｉｓ ａ ｃｈａｎｃｅ ｔｏ
ｔｕｒｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ ａｒｏｕｎｄ

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hello patches. i'm flowerdust, but feel free to call me dust or dusteh. as of now i'm
a non owner, but i'd love for this gorgeous boy to be my first. as you read over my
form please listen to this, as it helps enhance the character. well i hope you enjoy
my form and that you have a nice time judging. ~

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username;; flowerdust, but call me dusteh
full name;; cato nickolas hudson
gender;; cato is 100% male
orientation;; cato is bi-curious ; preference girls
birthdate;; may 31st, 1989 @ 10:28 AM
age;; 24 years
zodiac sign;; cato is a gemini
typing;; a beautiful #118b72

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ｐｙｓｉｃａｌ ａｔｔｒｉｂｕｔｉｏｎｓ;;

references;; quad|| human || anthro fur color;; a warm brown base with other
various shades and green accents eye color;; a mint green paw & tongue color;;
the same of his eyes distinctive features;; a scar across his muzzle/nose ; crooked
nose vision defects:: n/a; no glasses hair;; a dark brown feather color/number;;
green and four size;; medium mountain lion height;; 27 in ; 6'4 weight;; 198 lbs ;
220 lbs body build;; toned, and lean accessories;; just a simple band aid

↷ ↷ Xɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ s ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴍʏ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ . . .
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→ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ s? ←

likes;;
• being alone
• reading
• rainstorms
• being right
• his armchair
• poetry
• cats
• mornings
• butterscotch
• winter

dislikes;;
• most sweets
• dancing
• other kias
• oranges
• perfume
• soda
• bright colors
• summer
• fish
• crowds

f a v o r i t e s ;
color - light blueXX
food - butterscotch candiesXX
animal - catsXX
drink - black coffeeXX
book - the ravenXX

ｑｕｉｒｋｓ ;;
• Always has some type of hard candy, usually
butterscotch, in his pocket.
• Has a secret love for cats and owns two maine coons.
• When nervous or trying to stay calm Cato will
start to quote The Raven to himself

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ｎａｍｅ ｉｎｆｏ ;;

meaning;; "all-knowing"
origin;; cato is latin
pronunciation;; key-toh
reason;; at first I was having a bit of trouble
finding the "perfect" name for this lovely boy
but after a bit of research I found Cato. It
just had a nice ring to it and the meaning fit
the character I have planned for him perfectly.
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I don't have much time to waste talking to you, but if it'll get this annoying woman off my back for awhile then I guess I can spare a couple minutes. I`m Cato and uh I guess it's nice to meet you. You want to know my full name? Honestly kid I have no intentions of telling you and really what use would my full name be to you? I`m an adult, but I`d prefer not to throw my personal information like my age to a stranger. W-wait, you want to know my sexual preference?! I`m drawing the line now, no more questions, we can um chat if it's really needed for Dust to leave me alone. Okay anymore questions you delightfully annoying person or may I continue on with my life?

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• Expressions • Normally you can find a pretty neutral
expression but scowls are also pretty common for Cato.
• Voice • Cato's voice has a charming velvety sound to it,
quite nice to the ears. It's a bit on the deeper side, but
he still is considered a baritone.
• Attitude • Moody basically sums up Cato's attitude but
there are a few people in this world who manage to get
him into a good mood just by being with him.

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ . . .
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In his simplest form Cato is the type of guy most would prefer to avoid, since he does have a tendency to be on the grumpy side and usually has a very, very short fuse. However, don't let his moody surface deter you from seeking out friendship with him, since under his hard shell, he's really just a big softie.

If you spend time around Cato you'll notice that he tends to be quiet, using the minimum amount of words possible to get his message across and that he distances himself from most others. Most will just assume that he's shy and has trouble expressing himself, but in reality, this is just Cato's nature and himself trying to stay out of trouble, since he has a temper and, well, almost everyone annoys him. For the most part this quiet kia keeps his "true" self hidden under his moody shell, only letting a select few know this side of him.

If you do manage to earn Cato's trust, he will become a loyal and rather protective friend. For the few that have his trust, Cato would do anything he could for them, even if he wouldn't admit how much they mean to him. When fired up, Cato can be rather passionate as well as aggressive. Often when Cato lets himself get this worked up about something his emotions will blind his better judgement, causing him to follow his instincts and be on the impulsive side. This can be on dangerous side, both for him and the kia who caused this. So really just avoid getting Cato pissed off, and well going out of your way to annoy him and really you should be good in his book, if you can handle the occasional lip.

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Nᴏᴛᴇ ; Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ɪɴ ᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ Cᴀᴛᴏ's ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴠɪᴇᴡ

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ . . . Hmm so you want to know my history? Well it's not exactly the prettiest out there, but it also is no where near the worst- just unpleasant really. My begging was pretty simple and normal, me being born to the most average parents out there. I grew up in the supposed American dream, suburbia. God how I hate that hellhole called suburbia with it's perfect laws and picket fences that hide how twisted you are from the rest of the world.

Anyways my parents held me to high social standards, expecting me to have their natural charm and people skills. Of course I ended up being the loner I am today, so really in their all knowing eyes I was a dud. They couldn't accept that their "perfect" genes would create something like me so they took me to all kinds of doctors in attempt to make me "normal". Most of my miserable childhood was spent in the offices of doctors and psychiatrists offices as my parents tried to find a way to make me come out of my shell. The doctors tried to tell my idiot parents many times that there was nothing wrong with and that I was just a late bloomer, but of course that just wasn't right and they had to "fix" their child.

By the time I was about to enter school my parents had given up on their little quest and really I wouldn't be surprised if they had considered adopting me out. At first school was really an oasis for me, a place to forget my worries at home and just be my little quiet self. Just as soon as I had found this new safe haven it got snatched away after the other kids realized that I enjoyed chatting with the stray who hung around the playground. Apparently it's not normal behavior for a kid to be talking to a cat so the other kids started well shunning me basically.

As time went on the shunning turned into bullying. I swear it was almost like a game to them, see who can make Cato cry and run away first. I`ll admit I was a bit of a um cry baby when I was younger, but clearly I've grown out of that okay. After the bullying started getting pretty bad where I was going home almost daily with new scrapes and bruises I managed to find yet another safe place. The library. It was during this time in my life that I found my love for reading and poetry, my true passion.

Back then most of my days where spent in the dusty children section under the tables where I read allowed to the old tom who lived there. Really not much happened for awhile, sure the bullying was bad but I just learned to deal with it since my parents wouldn't intervene since according to them I brought in on myself for being weird. The next well "big" event in my life was mid ninth grade almost tenth. By this time, with all the years of torment and such under my belt I had a lot of pent up anger towards the world in general and had gotten myself a reputation for having a short fuse and being rather violent.

Basically to sum this all up i just snapped one day, earning the scar across my nose. I had woken up on the calm, spring morning nothing wrong, I actually if I remember right was planning on going for a walk. Anyways I had slept in rather late and well I guess it pissed off my father since I woke up to him yelling at me to get my lazy butt out of bed that it was almost twelve. Of course this pissed me off, I mean I was sleeping then he just barged into my room and woke me up in the rudest way possible. Out of instinct I punched the idiot in the nose, bloodying it.

My dad not exactly thrilled that his son wanted to defy his leadership or whatever you want to call it returned the blow. I still remember the sickening crack nose that came from my nose when my father's fist met my nose. Sure I probably deserved it, but then again he had gone out of his way for most of my life to make it a living hell. Anyways he broke my nose and well having had enough of all of this stuff with my parents and school I just packed up a few needed things.

I consider that the "start" of my life since really even if I had trouble at the begging it was the first time I was free to be me and not have anyone judge me for being different. From suburbia I hitchhiked to the bustling city, oddly finding it comforting, even with the masses of people. By the time I had gotten around to getting my nose looked at it had already began to set and the only way to straighten it out was to break it again. Well I decided I wasn't going through that experience again so here I am with my crooked nose and scar.

So I lived on the streets for awhile, but that still was better than my old life. A couple months, a year almost two of three jobs and minimal sleep later I managed to rent out my then abandoned brownstone. So now here we are years later with me living in my renovated house and me living life the way I want, not letting anyone hold me down. I currently have two maine coons, Julian and Ceaser, and my library is forever gaining and losing books. I guess for the time being life is going pretty good for me, let's hope it stays that way.

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Ah hello again person with a million questions. Here I am again being badgered into showing you more about myself, at least this time it's about an enjoyable thing and not answering tedious questions. Anyways if you'll just follow me I`ll show you to my library and just a friendly little warning touch anything and you die. So if you don't touch anything you should be fine, if you can mange to keep that trap of yours shut, so don't give me a dirty look like that. I`ll just be showing you some of my favorites so without further ado, my library.

Ah the raven one of my favorites if you couldn't tell by the patina.
Really I've loved this book and well Poe himself ever since I was
younger, so I doubt this old paperback is going to find a new home
anytime soon.

Frost, yet another one of the poetic greats. Of course if I was listing
out my favorite books there had to be a Frost in there somewhere,
with the way he weaves his words together and pulls you in.

Uh wow I really d-didn't mean to show you this, but since it's here
I really do love this book. It's filed with all kinds of interesting facts
and pictures of cats and well I particularly like cats, okay. So really
just leave me and my book alone.

Yet another one of the great classics, they just tend to spark
my interest more than modern novels. I mean really who doesn't enjoy
a good monster story?

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Well from the moment I seen his spotty design and natural colors with
his bright eyes I was in love. I instantly had a connection, my head
already brimming with ideas. I knew I had to to at least try, even if I
was a bit pinched for time. If I was to get you can just expect me to
be active with him through rps on skype and art. Really I wouldn't,
couldn't let him collect dust. I just want to end saying thank you
Patches for even making this gorgeous boy.

First off I want to say thank you to all my friends for the support it
took to finish this form, and in particular to my friend Ele who helped
me edit my writing. All coding in this form is by me, writing is by me
and edited by ElementStar, and art is labeled accordingly.

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before we begin;;username;;

I'm frozen., a current non-owner. I've never tried out for a Kia like this before, mostly because of the fierce competition. But here I am! c:


on my paper;;name;;

Rúnda. First off, this baby looked like she could pass for an Irish Kia. I searched a few different names, but alas, Irish doesn't seem to be a very pretty language. Finally, I found Rúnda. It mean secret in Irish, and her teal eyes looked very secretive to me. She has a nickname, Rú.


sure you wanna go there?;;kia's gender;;

Rú is a female. I guess that her leopard pattern spoke to me as more feminine. So, she will be a female, a girl, a chick, if you want.

diving deeper;;personality;;

∞ Secretive

Not so much as one might call antisocial, but leaning more toward introverted. Meaning she'd rather curl up with an exciting novel than attend a party.

∞ Smart

Rú has a tendency to correct other Kias, most frequently "I vs. Me". By doing this, she's made a few others angry at her, but she doesn't mind too much. She doesn't do it to make enemies, she just wants eveyone to suceed, and she feels this is an effective method. (Hehe, she used it on her parents! ) Despite being natively Irish, she is a fast learner and quickly rose above her peers.

∞ Organized

She is quite well put-together. Always turning things in on time, having all of her materials and being generally quite neat. However, this has a few downsides. She sticks to the rules, so it can be hard to get along with her. She has a sharp eye for detail, and if something is out of place she'll immediately do everything in her power to right it again.

∞ Thankful

Rú is endlessly thankful for the opportunities America has given her. She loves living, to say things quickly. She loves her school, her family, friends, backyard forest, every element of her life. She always acknowledges favors done for her, and will always be this way.


looking back;;history;;

Rú was born healthy and happy in a little Irish town. Both of her parents were very happy to have had her. She grew up and made lots of friends and was happy to be where she was. Then, it all changed. Not necessarily in a bad way, just different. Her parents had heard that there was a new population in America. Most young Kias would not want to leave it all behind, but she saw it as a new adventure. And it was. America fascinated her, and she instantly wanted to know more about its history. She made new friends, earned good grades and is still living happily there.

on the subject of me;;interview;;

Okay, Rú! How about a few questions?
A'ight, but nothing 'bout romance, please.

That's fine. How do you like America, now that you're here?
I love it 'ere! The history is really interesting, an' the other Kias are nice 'ta me.

Great! Do you like your apartment?
'S a little smaller than I'd want, but 's nice 'n cozy.

Just a few more. Would you rather have a boyfriend here or move back to Ireland?
'Ya said 'ya wouldn't ask me 'bout that...

Hehe, I'm only toying with you!
'S not very funny. -.-

Sorry. Looks like that's all, thanks for your time!
'Ave a nice day, then...

reflection in the looking glass;;art;;

WIP! ~

living in the moment;;doing right now;;

Doing - Reading
Listening to - Let Her Go (By Passenger, cover by Jasmine Thompson
Thinking about - Her current novel
Eating - Hershey's Kisses
Drinking - Hot cocoa

the way I roll;;likes/dislikes;;

∞ Likes ∞

∞ Hot Drinks (Like Tea or Cocoa)
∞ Reading
∞ Listening to music
∞ Chocolate
∞ History (Both Irish and American)

∞ Dislikes ∞

∞ Frozen Food
∞ Loud Parties
∞ Bananas
∞ Being in the spotlight
∞ Having to lie

thankful for;;credits;;

Lock images at the top of my form got to their respectful owners!

[dr pepper.]

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N A M E : Cheetalee <3 She is fast and swift.

G E N D E R : Female <3

P E S O N A L I T Y : She is faster then the speed of light. She wants to become a Champion runner in the Olympics. She will not eat any meat. Only fruit. She does not have many friends but is always picked first in gym. Everyone wants her on their side because of her speed.

WIP

Dropped out c:

[TheGodessOfMischief]

Pulling out winner may have my one piece of art

by ~ThreeDaysGrace~

[ellyenchanted]

Reserve <3

Name: Kamila Jade Wingate

[Little Fish]

Really pretty <33

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“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” - John Muir

❂ name: Laurel
"From the name of the laurel tree, ultimately from Latin laurus."
❂ gender: Female
❂ age: 18 years (human years)
❂ birthdate: May 17th
❂ origin: Wales

❂ appearance: Laurel's body is much like that of a dancer's. She is somewhat tall, and has long, slender legs. She's a bit skinny for her height, and overall has a rather slim and petite appearance. Her muscles are actually quite toned and defined, as all her adventuring turns out to be great exercise. She's not very health conscious though, and sometimes she slips out of shape, though usually she is motivated to lead an active lifestyle. Laurel's hair tends to be an unruly mess, often with flowers, sticks, and dirt clinging onto it for dear life (in anthro, she wears it in very long pigtail braids). Her hair is a beautiful, very dark mahogany in color, and it always seems to have this shine to it. Her eyes are very large, round, and expressive. The glittering sea green color is definitely striking against her dusty brown fur. Long, thick eyelashes rest atop her eyelids, which was something she's always been thankful for. Her nose is the only feature that seems a bit out of place, being just slightly too big for her delicate face. Her fur, while generally soft, tends to constantly speckled with dirt from some adventure she went off on. Her fur is sleek and short in length, which is nice during those hot summer months. (the following applies to her anthro form) Her clothing style tends to be very loose and flowy, she really hates restrictive clothing. Her clothes are generally considered girly and refined. A large part of her wardrobe is skirts and dresses of various lengths. She almost always wears bright, popping colors. She has an eye for color and her outfits usually have interesting color palettes.

❂ voice: Light, soft, and airy. Think Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter.

❂ posture: Laurel's posture is very loose and fluid. She walks much like a ballerina would, with long strides and a relaxed posture. She generally stands up relatively straight and hardly ever slouches. Her movements are usually described as graceful and elegant.

❂ personality:

Otherworldly & Whimsical
Laurel always seems to be of another world entirely, there's this ethereal aura that radiates from her. She is always off in another plane of existence, her head constantly trapped in the clouds. Daydreams invade her mind and take over her imagination, she can never seem to pay attention to anything for too long. She is not known among her friends to be reliable at all, as she is too often distracted by her thoughts. She doesn't seem to have a set way of doing things, she prefers to just go with the flow and see what happens. She is prone to being a bit capricious in nature, and changes her mind on things very frequently. Her mannerisms could be considered quaint and attractively unusual. Others generally consider her to be charmingly odd, though she does, of course, think that is true of herself.

Creative & Artistic
One thing that defines Laurel is her copious amounts of sheer creativity. She has a vast, sprawling imagination that is full of vibrant images and abstract ideas. An artistic soul inhabits her body, and it searches for way to express itself in unconventional ways. She can often be found doodling in a sketch book or piecing together yet another mosaic. She even had a time in her life where she would do performance art, though she stopped doing it because she wanted to devote more time to her expeditions. Beautiful prose and delicate poetry fall from her lips as she recites them for any who wish to hear. She absolutely loves to create new things and push herself and her talent to the limit. She keeps a pen and notebook on her at all times, just in case inspiration hits her and she needs to write her ideas down somewhere.

Expressive & Optimistic
It is not particularly hard to discern what Laurel is feeling or what might be going on in her head. She is incredibly expressive and forward with her emotions, so one quick glance and chances are you'll know how she feels. Her expressions are often a bit exaggerated, they look almost goofy on her otherwise graceful and delicate face. One thing that Laurel never fails at is being totally and completely optimistic. She can almost always be seen with a huge smile plastered to her face, teeth showing and all. She likes to find the best in every situation, even when it seems that there is not hope. No matter how desperate or depressing the situation, she will unfailingly be able to find at least one bright spot to keep hope in. She is very encouraging of others, and hates it when she sees a friend sad or lonely. She will always try to convince them of the best of things and keep their hopes up. She tends to be a bit humanistic in this sense.

Adventurous & Daring
Laurel has a practically insatiable hunger for adventures and thrills. She'll look a challenge in the face and take it on without a second thought. She's quite daring and doesn't mind a bit of danger in her life from time to time. She would even go as far as looking for danger herself if she finds her life becoming too monotonous for her tastes. She can never seem to stay still and always needs to keep herself occupied, so she does this by going on various adventures and "expeditions" as she calls them. She is a naturally curious individual and can't help but go searching for something totally unpredictable and exciting. She lives for the feeling of her heart nearly jumping out of her chest and the adrenaline rushing through her bloodstream. With this thrill-seeking attitude, Laurel tends to be rather reckless and spontaneous, and never really thinks before her actions.

Bubbly & Kind
Laurel tends to be very animated and lively, especially when she is talking about something that she is passionate about. When she speaks, she moves around a lot and uses an absurd amount of hand gestures. She can actually be very talkative, and has a habit of going on random tangents on something completely unrelated to the subject at hand. Her personality is very bright and bubbly, it's as if actually sunshine radiates from her smile. Laurel is also known for being very kind and caring. She is selfless in the best sense of the word, and will more often than not put others before herself. She cares deeply about the feelings of others and makes sure that she brings happiness to everyone she meets. If she sees someone looking down or sad, she will absolutely go out of her way to help them feel better about whatever is on her mind. She likes to see the best in others, and believes that there is some good in everyone. It's a rather idealistic way to look at things, but she doesn't mind.

Vague & Peculiar
Despite Laurel being very open about herself, there is still some mystery that shrouds a part of her. Everything she says tends to be vague and nonspecific. Also, she tends to say her words in odd and somewhat confusing manners. Her responses are never direct and straightforward, which can lead to some misunderstandings. She also has a bad habit of losing her train of thought and then trailing off and not finishing her sentences. There are things about Laurel that may seem strange to the casual onlooker, though she does not realize that others think she is just a little off. Others don't tend to understand her need to go off into the woods and search for mythical creatures at the crack of dawn, or that she absolutely must paint something at that instant, or else her muse will flee her. Due to her sudden whims, she often carries a satchel full of things she may need in case of a sudden burst of inspiration.


❂ likes:
- sunshine
- forests
- mythical/fantastical creatures and lore
- dancing
- tarot cards
- flowers, especially daisies
- sea glass

❂ dislikes:
- the dark
- non-believers
- sitting still
- graveyards
- broken things
- being alone
- cold weather

❂ quirks:
→ She often listens to loud punk rock music when creating art or working on her field journal. She claims it helps her to think clearer and gives her inspiration.

→ She has restless hands and can't seem to ever keep them still. If she has something in her hand, she'll usually roll it around, switch it from had to hand, squeeze it, etc. If her hand are empty, then she'll likely just open and close her hand or move her fingers around absentmindedly.

→ She often trails off and doesn't finish her sentences. This quirk of hers tends to be frustrating to those that try and hold a conversation with her, as they generally want to know what she was going to say. She doesn't really have a reason for this, it just sort of happens unconsciously.

❂ talents/skills:
→ She is very skilled at creating beautiful mosaics out of shimmering glass and other found objects. She creates them in her spare time, and even manages to sell a few for some extra money.

→ Many others often tell her that she is a beautiful dancer, but she doesn't really believe them. She definitely has a talent for dancing though, and she likes to dance when she wants to clear her mind and relax.

→ Most don't know this about her, but she is actually quite skilled at playing the harmonica. It's not something that she shares with others often, since she thinks it's silly and that basically anyone can do it. Still, when she's alone, one might be able to find her playing an old medieval song on her shiny gold harmonica.

❂ hobbies/interests:
→ She likes to go on expeditions and observe mythical and fantastical creatures. She does this very often, it could almost be considered an obsession of hers. Many have told her that she's just delusional, but she firmly believes that the creatures she sees are real. She keeps a field journal full of sketches and notes of them.

→ Another thing that she sometimes enjoys is reading tarot cards. She finds them fascinating and likes to predict others' futures, even if she is probably dead wrong. She likes the meaning behind the cards, and it's a fun way to pass the time. She will often invite friends over for readings.

→ She finds mythology to be very interesting. It doesn't matter from what civilization or country, she loves all mythology all the same. She thinks it's quite interesting, and especially likes to find commonalities between the mythology from different civilizations. However, her favorite would have to be Celtic mythology.

❂ fears:
→ She is terrified of the dark. While it may seem childish, it is a very real fear for Laurel. Her fear stems less from the actual darkness, and more of what could be lurking in said darkness. She has seen many scary creatures at night, which may have been part of the reason why she developed this fear.

❂ playlist:
Return to the Shire - Ekaterina
English Bard - Derek Fiechter
Brighten Up Your Day - The 1985
American Dream - Bad Religion

❂ field journal:

Laurel's Field Journal

❂ story:
Laurel lay down lazily in the middle of a nearby meadow, slowly piecing together faded pieces of broken sea glass, juxtaposing it with shimmering stained glass. The pieces fell into place almost perfectly, creating an intricate and vibrant piece of art. A kaleidoscope of exuberant colors covered her workplace, twisting and turning, blending into picturesque images. Reds bled into bright yellows, blue dragged across a landscape of purple. Sunset orange swirled into pinks and magenta while green combined itself with aquamarine. A pair of tattered, fraying earphones were plugged into her ears, and the faintest sound of fast-paced punk music could be heard escaping from them. She hummed quietly as she worked, bobbing her head to the beat of the song. It was certainly at least high noon by now, the sun soaring in the sky, showering the earth with sticky sweet sunshine. Long, green blades of grass licked at her body, swaying in the ever so slight breeze. Daisies and poppies dotted the quaint meadow in a dazzling display of red and white. Small, ruddy sticks and leaves hung tangled in Laurel's dark hair and her fur was already getting covered in dirt. A pleasant sigh escaped her lips as she smiled a secret sort of smile. She had always preferred working outdoors rather than in her studio, as it was much more refreshing. The smell of the grainy forest dirt and the melodic sounds of little songbirds, it was all so wondrous! A single, slender pianist's finger tapped the board rapidly as Laurel contemplated on where to place the last tile. Suddenly, she gasped and her cyan eyes brightened at the thought. Carefully, she placed a bright yellow piece of glass into its spot, gluing it down and adjusting as needed.

"Perfect."

Laurel startled, taken by surprise by this sudden voice. It was certainly not her own. Her head jerked abruptly in the direction of the diminutive voice, though she could not see anything. Perplexed, she cast her gaze downward, her viridian eyes widening at what she saw. A small faerie stood before her, with wild, curled magenta hair and tanned skin. She possessed pointed ears and pitch black, eerie eyes. To be completely honest, she was somewhat awestruck by the creature before her. She quickly tugged the earphones out of her ears and stood up to greet the stranger. The faerie grinned widely, revealing a set of menacing, sharp teeth. The petite being looked as if she would barely stand as tall as Laurel's knees, however the Kiamara was quite tall in the first place.

"They were right about you, Laurel. Your works really are beautiful." The faerie sighed admiringly, her soulless eyes glued to the mosaic that laid before them. At this comment, Laurel put a finger to her thin lips, tapping it purposefully. She bit her bottom lip unconsciously, thoughts churning in her mind.

"It's nice I suppose..." Laurel started, before trailing off, her voice becoming soft and small. Her focus turned to the ground underneath her, specifically on a green and orange leaf. One of her hands began to open and close rhythmically in the silence. "If you'd like, you can have it." She burst out saying, completely out of the blue. Not a thought had gone into this proposition, though it seemed like the right thing to say. At this, the smile in the faerie's face grew impossibly larger.

"What a thought!" The faerie exclaimed while clasping her hands together, giddy at the offer. Laurel gently picked to mosaic up, handing it to the faerie with grace. The ethereal creature placed the artwork in a satchel it had dragged along, its size almost making the miniscule bag burst at the seams. Laurel followed suit, gingerly collecting her supplies and iPod, and stuffing them into her own worn leather satchel. Suddenly, the faerie started walking forward at a brisk pace, gesturing for Laurel to follow her. "Oh darling, you absolutely must come with me, I'll show you a secret." The faerie winked, a mischievous expression on her face.

"Sounds lovely." Laurel replied, her voice airy and eager. With this, the faerie hastily grabbed one of Laurel's delicate hands, tugging along the obliging Kiamara like a dog on a leash. They were moving rapidly, almost impossibly so. No, wait, they were definitely moving faster than physics should allow. Was this some sort of ancient magic at work? All at once, Laurel's world came to a screeching halt as they reached their secret destination. The things she saw started to blur and blend into each other. When her vision came back into focus, she did not expect what she saw. Instead of just one faerie, there was at least dozen, all standing within a ring of blaring red mushrooms. They all gathered around the newcomer, grinning gleefully. "Welcome to our faerie ring" They sung in unison. There was something unsettling about this. The faerie with the magenta hair clapped loudly, shifting the attention to her.

"Let the dance begin!" She exclaimed as cheers erupted from the mass of small faeries. An odd looking fellow with short, teal hair took Laurel's hand and began to dance to the rhythm of the music playing. Where was this music coming from? Laurel mused, her curious nature getting the best of her. The music was deep and pulsating, it sounded ancient and lively. It seemed to be coming from the heart of the forest itself. She allowed herself to be whisked away into the imaginary world she so often escaped to, letting the beat of the music guide her movements. Many had told Laurel that she was a beautiful dancer, and now she seemed more ethereal that ever before. Her eyelids fell shut, closing her vibrant eyes to the world. In the darkness, it was as if she could actually feel the music, like it had become a part of her being. The notes and melodies coursed through her veins, fueling her graceful and enchanting dance movements. Her feet were quick, perfectly in time with the mysterious music. It was as if she was in a trance. The teal-haired faerie let go of her hand, and danced away into the crowd. With the absence of the small hand, eyes opened once more, taking in the beauty of the sight before her. The world around her was a blur of bright, extravagant colors and light laughter could be heard in a distance. It looked like one of her mosaics. Laurel noticed, however, that at one point, her actions had become not those of her own. It was as if her mind was present, but her body was doing something totally different. She felt disconnected from her movements and actions. It was an odd feeling, to say the least. Her vision became disoriented and scattered, nothing seemed real anymore. She began to shift in and out of focus, fighting to keep consciousness. Shortly after, everything became black.

When Laurel woke up, she was utterly confused and horribly exhausted. Her vision was still dizzy and a raging headache ripped through her head. She could just barely make out the swirling, soft purples and pinks and oranges of sunrise. Exactly how much time had passed? It was at least the next day, maybe even longer than that. She was alone, not a single other living creature was within sight. She was also, as she noticed, no longer within the confines of the faerie ring. A hand raised slowly and began to rub against Laurel's forehead in an effort to dull the pain of the headache. Soft rumbling came from her stomach, it must have been hours since she last ate. She blinked hard and deliberately in order to regain clearer vision. As the world came back into focus, she recognized where she was. It was the meadow where she had met the magenta-haired faerie. Relieved that she ended up in a familiar place, she carefully picked herself up and began to walk on wobbly feet. As she began to make her way back home, she heard a barely audible whisper in her ear. There was a sense of warning in it's voice.

"Be wary, some things are better left hidden."

❂ art: