[Bittertiffany]

RESERRVVEVEEEE OMGEE

[Pindelle]

(c) pinkpoodle
The beauty of the forest

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As you walk alone through the woods, your gaze stops upon a kiamara, whose design mimics that of a deer, yet, her mane resembles a lion. You stare in awe as she whispers in a sing song voice~ Hey sister, do you still believe in love I wonder?

❀ a name fit for a queen. ❀
美しい鹿/beautiful deer/ Japanese/ Utsukushī shika/ ooo two soo koo she she ka

❀ a gender is in order. ❀
female.

❀ the personality names the person. ❀
Introvert
Utsukushi is very quiet, reserved and shy. It's very rare for her to be seen around others, and she'd rather be somewhere else on her own. She's not very good with socialization, and is very bad with mainstream topics.

Intelligent
Shika is EXTREMELY intelligent, and loves to learn. She is compared to a sponge that soaks all the knowledge up and keeps it there for ages.

Naturistic
Shika loves being outdoors, and almost always has some sort of plant or flower in her room. Her room is like a mini nature nursery, filled with flower pots and other plants that she takes care of. Most of her time is spent outdoors in the garden with her colorful friends.. Oh, well the trees.

Honest
She's honest and can hardly ever tell a lie, even if something depended on it. Utsukushi grew up to serve what's best and do what's right. Whenever she does try to tell a lie, she ends up blurting it out somehow.

Caring
Shika hate seeing one blue, and is always trying to cheer someone up or give them a helping hand. Not to mention her cautious actions when she is on her own in the forest or something, making sure not to harm anythinig or anyone.

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[Puffee]

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As you wander through the woods, you suddenly become aware that you are being watched. The creature watching senses this too, and slips out from the shadows.

"Hello. I'm Nari, the forest spirit."

Seeing your curiosity, she continues.

"It's a Japanese name. It means 'gentle child'. While I'm not directly from Japan, some of my ancestors are from there."

The adult kiamara smiles. She is small for an adult, and has a child-like nature. When she speaks her voice is sweet and soothing - gentle. She wags her tail slightly, and you realise just how many other animals have crowded around. She looks at you with a curious gleam in her eye, and once again knows what you're thinking.

"I'm the forest spirit. At least, that is what the animals call me. I look after them, ensure they come to no harm. They're my second family."

As she says this, you can feel her joy of being with the animals practically radiating from her. She seems to give off a proud yet wise impression. You ask her about her ability to sense what others are thinking.

"It's a trick I learned from the animals. They interpret even the slightest movements and facial expressions to guess what you're thinking. It's how they escape from predators, catch prey, and how I knew I could trust you. I don't trust others unless they do."

The kiamara seems odd - unique - but in a special sort of way. She just gives you that warm fuzzy feeling inside of you. It's as if you could never feel upset in her presence. She's just so kind and polite, but also cautious. And clearly she is curious too. She asks you about your own life, and eventually you just leave. She gives you a kind smile.

"Goodbye."


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[mulder]

as much as i'd love to, i can't work up the muse to write.
dropping.

[CeruleanRush]

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Once upon a time, as all great tales should begin, there was a skilled alchemist named Draciane who lived in one of the medieval age's most prosperous kingdoms.

As he was the only alchemist in the kingdom, his services were in high demand. His trade made him rich, and at the same time, incredibly greedy. His life became all about wanting more, more, more. It all had to be his. Nothing else mattered. As time went on, he grew to be wicked and cruel as well.

Illness was what finally ended the life he never lived. Only after death did those who lived inside the kingdom's walls admit that their prized alchemist was not as great a man as they had grown to believe.

Even after he died, his soul remained, still just as bright as it was at the beginning of his existence; he never truly lived enough to wear it out.

In a way he will never understand, he was given a second chance, a new form. He was reborn with only three similar traits: his lion mane, his skills in alchemy, and his memories. He took on the nickname of "Drake". And while he will never understand what caused him to be reincarnated in this new, modernized time, one thing remains clear; he must learn how to live.

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Other Information

•He is young in body, but old in soul

•He owned a shop in his old life and this life

•These days, his uses for alchemy are more "modern" (medicine, magic, etc.)

•He's still quite flawed, but he tries to change

•In his old life, when anyone dared to take anything from him, he would take no mercy and have them executed

•He has a childlike curiosity from time to time

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Art: [x] credit, [x] credit, [x] credit, [x] credit

Word Count: 300

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[FoxerOwl]

oh wow, reserve *u*



"dapper, but still an amateur"

"I was born as a twin
in the forest.
I lived wild,
hunting my prey
and drinking lake water.
My twin soon died, long gone,
to the claws of a beast.
Sulking proved me no good,
depression getting me nowhere.
And so I entered society,
choosing to learn and grow.
Soon, I found my passion,
but that is still a mystery to myself."

[Beatnik]

"Close your eyes... and count to ten.."
That's what I've always been told
over and over.always again
What is there to fear
but fear itself?
But fear itself
is what I fear
And when I close my eyes
I can still hear
I can hear them whisper
Whisper my name


"Feenat..."
Stop saying my name!
It's mine and not yours
Don't treat it that way!
But you aren't
You just want me to see
Just
open my eyes


"...ten"

[Brûlée]

.

{Are my concerns not legitimate
because I'm illegitimate?}

Angsty
Dissident
Demanding
Yearner
♀

I'm illegitimate, in all senses of the word.
Born of an affair, not meant to be.
Illegitimate means unauthorized by the law, not fitting into the code.
Back in my home, I was persecuted.
Couldn't love a girl without any looks.
My fears are long gone, my home is just a memory now.

angst|aNG(k)st, äNG(k)st|
a feeling of deep anxiety or dread, typically an unfocused one about the human condition or the state of the world in general.
• informal a feeling of persistent worry about something trivial.

Though she's rather angsty in all senses of the word, her ability to annoy and amaze people by whining on is unmatched. Don't bring up the good in the world, you'll get a punch in the face.

dissidence |ˈdisidəns|
protest against official policy; dissent.

She's an avid protester, but normally is peaceful. Addy isn't afraid to get in a fight for her cause, though. She won't wait for some noble cause, if somebody calls her convictions stupid, they get a punch to the face.

demand |diˈmand|
an insistent and peremptory request, made as if by right.

Addy is very demanding, hardly ever settling. Calling her bossy will get you a punch to the face.

yearn |yərn|
have an intense feeling of longing for something, typically something that one has lost or been separated from.

Despite her fiery nature, she has a sense of nostalgia. She loves to look back to her childhood, when she would play in the meadows. Even if she hates the stereotype of 'woodland goddess' that goes around her, Addy loves this memory.

{And if I'm wrong then I don't want to be right
I've always had two left feet anyway.}

[pep]

【 où t'es? papa, où t'es? 】

they never felt the need for a baby boy.
shifting eyes and uneasy hearts were ablaze.
never their son's true potential did they raise.
drink after drink and his father was gone; eyes
darkened and ridden of joy.
thinking, perhaps, maybe enough drinks can
make me think the male's a decoy.
it was like their whole life was a maze
and everything about it was a daze.
that was until mother left with a gentlemen
most coy.

with hate and rage one man was lost
the absence of love went unnoticed
because none had shown with beginnings
and years passed, years were lost;
the boy didn't have a name.
thus, sonnet stuck, and never faded.

【 where are you, papa? 】

meet sonnet.
male, age twenty-one.
egotistical; jaded.
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art by the magnificent Tigeress t e a r s <3

[dilly.]

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