[Valesfer]

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Princess Marco // Komi // Female

Her eyes opened slowly as the crack in her blinds spilled a sliver of light, the sun rising over the horizon. The dark wooden floors creaked as she willed herself out of the warmth and comfort of the white four post bed and across the studio apartment. The brick walls were adorned with large water colored paintings of scenery from that of the home she grew up in, Yunhe, China. Canvases depicting large terraces and foggy mountains hung around her, while off in the far left corner, a work area is set up were large drafting tables and mannequins stand amidst the hundreds of drawing of various outfits and articles of clothing. Pencils and oil pastels and trays of water colors and a mason jar filled with water and brushes lay next to an easel with last night's art project still resting upon it's edge: a small pond filled with a few koi. Komi stood in the far right corner, kitchen faucet running as she filled the coffee pot with water. She fetched her favorite elephant mug from one of the many white cabinets, the steal countertop clanging as she sat it down. In the center of the vast room sat a plush white couch, glass coffee table, and television. On the left side of the room, stood book shelf after book shelf filled with tales of other worlds, tragic heros, and true testimonies. Figurines of fish, deer, and humming birds sat around them. Upon the left wall sat the door that lead out to the hallway of her apartment, and a door that lead to a bathroom. Behind that second door stood bright white walls with "A Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains" by Wang Ximeng painted onto them. Komi tried her best to replicate his work, as it is her favorite piece of art. A white bathtub with silver clawed feet rests at the end up the small room, a small silver side table lies next to in with books and empty tea cups upon in. The white and black marbled counter holds a sink and small orange toothbrush, behind the door is a hook with her floral bathrobe hung upon it. Back out into the wide, open apartment, Komi poured her regular morning cup of coffee and sipped drowsily as she strode to the right side of the room where her prized possessions were kept. Beneath the center of the three, large arching windows was a long 600 gallon fish tank that held three young koi and seven calico comet goldfish. Last year when she left her home in China, and came to Manhattan, New York in the effort to pursue her dream of being a fashion designer by attending Parsons, The New School for Design, her mother and father gifted her a hand full of baby koi and goldfish to remind her of the ponds she once played with the koi in. This tank of fish was her way to visit home every morning. She would always wake up, and drink her cup of coffee and feed the fish before she had to go to class. "You'll get your pond soon enough," she whispered "the end of the semester is almost here and then we can go back home, okay?" Once everyone had their breakfast, she would rummage around the dresser that stood to the right of her bed under the third arching window and decide on her outfit for the day. Once classes were finished, Komi would return to her apartment with a smile and pull a chair up to the fish tank and finish her homework. Typically on nights where she has some extra free time, she'll isolate herself into her work corner and paint for a few hours, but tonight she decided to finish that painting, dragging the easel over to her finned friends and getting lost once more.

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Just a reminder, this ends in 5 days. I recommend finishing up your forms early so you have more time to edit and get the finishing touches in on your forms.

[Butter Dragon]

Username: .Corgi.
Name:
Gender:
Writing:
Art:
Reserve o3o

[koegami]

Reserve I'll be entering

[gross]

Username: gross
Name: Evie
Gender: female
Writing:
A once lonely forest, now in the process of being "remodeled", held a lot of life. The air is hot and humid, the ideal place for this little dragon and other various creatures. The ground is soft and moist due to the often occurring rain storms. There are plenty to eat, excellent hiding places, and no human activity. Bird calls and insect chirps fill the day with noise while terrifying howls haunt the night.

Beautiful trees wrapped in vines tower above shielding the forest floor from the sun's intense heat. At the base of some of these trees there are old and abandoned borrows. Evie has claimed one of these dusty borrows as her own. Lining the walls with plush moss and adding an extra space to store leftover food, this pseudodragon feels right at home. In fact, Evie finds her den so cozy she might not leave for days!
Art: wip

dang this one is a beauty

[foxxbreath]

Username: -- Chainsaw --
Name: Atlas
Gender: Male
Writing:
Art:

Reserved. <3

[~north~]

Username: Trou
Name: Dereva
Gender: Female
Writing:

Light flickers, dancing from among scarlet-red leaves. The wind teases them, making them flirt about, though below the treetops, all is still. Mist drifts from the forest path. Where it reaches high enough to catch the breeze, its edges curl. The sun can be seen beyond the edge of the forest; within, it is only light playing patterns on mist. The tree trunks are massive and silvery, their bark smooth as glass. Surely trees like this can't be real? The mist entices to come in- further, further! There is so much forest. At the crystalline roots, more crimson leaves have piled, their edges browning and rustling against one another. Mist curls around, but it does not feel cold or clammy- only curious.
A stray finger of light pierces the mist, then disappears. Was that sound only wind, or is there something more? The forest is watching, but not maliciously- inquisitively, even innocently. Again, that strand of light, that sound that is almost wind but isn't. A shape spins in the treetops- the breeze in the leaves? Or something alive? Or neither... The shape darts closer, investigating, but it is still unclear. It has the same curious child's watching that the forest does. The fleet-footed creature dances through the treetops, clearly at home. It is slower, now, though, approaching with care. Green eyes watch, both afraid and in wonder, as the watcher in the forest steps out- a tiny ghost, scales the colour of the leaves.
Art: I'll do some if I have time- it's a tight week, though, I'm not sure there will be.

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I'm feeling a bit drained today and I don't think I could get judging done even if I tried, so this will now be ending tomorrow night.
I will announce judging when I begin, which will be around 6-8 MST.