[NoLongerOnCS]

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This Kia is hawt

[Shaynn]

U S E R
Shaynn

N A M E
Yvette Ellora
(Yvette means "archer")

G E N D E R
Female

[dogshrimp]

Links to another colored version as well, couldn't decide which to post.

username:

.Puzzle
-formerly known as loveTHATwolf

name:

Alani Clair Griffin
-She is simply known as Lani, much to her mothers disliking

gender:

female

art:

what did you just-?!

I will find you one day, father...

so I downloaded this drawing app on my iPad...

and another app....

Lazy teenager

Each image links to it's full size version
One collab between jern and I, two pieces by ruki ki, the rest are by me

story of how she found her strange feathers:

November 20th, 1997.

"My love, I must go.. on an adventure.... alone this time." Small hands. Gentle. Soft. Young. Their delicate palms wrapped around a single finger of a mans hand, soon to grow cold. "Daddy, where are you going? Why can't I come with you?" Her green eyes were large, filled with curiosity and disappointment. He had always taken her with him on his trips... even the ones out of the mansion her mother tried to insist she stay in. "Why... I must.... get my wings, to fly..." His voice rasped with sickness, lips parched no matter how much liquid they were given. "... so that we can go... see the stars... that you always wanted to see.... and so we can touch the clouds..." The sounds from his throat were quiet, her ears perked to hear the words as his weak fingers wrapped around hers. "... maybe even make the bed out of them.... that... you always wanted." She piped up, interrupting him with the abundant energy he had lost. "Really?! Wow... you'll be back soon, right?" Her plume of a tail swept the ground as it flicked back and forth in excitement. "We'll... see each other.... in the clouds... my love." A long breath followed, right as mother chirped "Alani! What're you doing in here?! I told you not to come in this room dear, now shoo, out, go go go!" She stepped forward. Small hands slipped away and she was herded to the door. While she was pushed along she cried out "I wanna talk to daddy!!" He continued to rasp even though she was gone. "We... can fly... together... my love"

July 1st, 2005.

"He's dead!" Lani narrowed her eyes at her mother "I don't care! Let me go in there!" The older woman started to speak again but was cut off by an ear piercing scream. She was startled as she stared at her daughter before trying to forcefully shut her maw. "Alani! Alani stop that!" Lani didn't listen, tears filling her eyes as she shoved her mother over, only stopping when her lungs ran out of air, trying to jerk the door open, bare feet furiously pushing against the floor, wall, and other door. All the while she choked on sobs and her hands shook in fury. "Young lady! You get back over here right this instant!" The woman was still working on getting back up as the intricately decorated wooden slab was swung open. Lani fell a moment but quickly scrambled up. The teenager was soon under the old bed, wiggling under quickly as she scampered for a box. Her box. With it in her palms she slithered back out and bolted for her room.


October 5th, 2011.

Lani rested a cheek gently on a dainty hand, eyes blank as they focused on her glass of wine, twirling the stirrer she had requested in bored circles. Even those who seem to have it all can feel like they have nothing. She could feel the glare from across the table, waiting. Only a moment or two now.... as expected a fragile voice slipped from the other side. It's calm tone was on edge, it sounded how someone looked when they forced a smile but their eye twitched in irritation. "Dear, you know that doesn't need to be stirr-" she was swiftly cut off "Don't you ever wonder, mother?" The woman's face was just as her voice. It looked like her plastic was about to crack under that facade of pleasantness. Oh how she hated this daily conversation. "Now my darling, you aren't built for that sort of thought..." She got up, the soft click of her heels decorating the air with their rhythm until she stopped next to her daughter, running a hand over her cheek. "you are the image of wealth, why, you are of age to marry a man who will adore your beauty, I'm sure you will be pampered to your hearts content!" A repulsing growl came from Lani's throat, causing her mother to gasp. "I am more then a damn picture..." she stood, pulling away from her mother's touch. She could almost hear her composure breaking up "you wouldn't get it, you're just a rich little canvas fool." She turned to leave with a snort "I'm not hungry." Click click. The heels again. "Now Alani, can't we jus-" the door slammed behind the young woman and in her mothers face. "-t...."

December 7th, 2014.

She panted as she tore open her box, swiftly pulling out a silky and fluffy scarf that she had obtained with her father on one of their adventures. Her dainty hands violently ripped it apart, wisps of color flying through the air. Her eyes were wide as she furiously collected the pieces, swiftly getting to work as she tried to mend all the pieces into something that symbolized her as a woman, as free. Her feathers. After hours and hours of work she came up with a glorious pile of nothing but glue and fuzz, snarling in rage. "This was supposed to work! Damn it! Why doesn't anything work here?!" Tears started to spill down her face in frustration. Her screams did not go unheard though. Mother walked to the room, for once her eyes were soft. "Alani?" Lani snapped "go away! I don't want you here!" The other did not leave, but simply stepped forward, trying to give a smile. She held a box in her hands "I-... I made you something dear.." Her daughters face whipped around, eyes tainted with red from her... moment. Her mothers eyes watered slightly as well, wiping them gently "h-here, Alani, take this, please" she snatched the box irritably, opening it with a grumble, looking down a few moments later. Everything fell silent. She could hear soft noises coming from her mother. She looked up slowly, heart burning in memory "....mom?" There was a short pause before she said "y-your wings dear..." Her smile trembled sadly "be free now, Lani"

[1000/1000]

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The words 'he's dead' rang through my head, it was so long ago yet felt so fresh. I could still remember every adventure, this was just like one of them yes? Out of the mansion. Only difference was that this time... I was alone. The town was small and boring, almost like 'home' which was big and boring. The city was huge, it smelled, it was loud. Everything had changed, back when she was a child things had seemed so... so simple. So easy. Delicate hands fiddled with a small feather. "Ma'am are you lost?" My eyes flared, turning swiftly "Excuse you?" I huffed "Why on Earth would I be lost?!" A growl threatened to leave my throat at the accusation. The woman merely smirked, one of her slightly crooked teeth flashed with gold, eyes bright. She was a mess. Hair everywhere, clothes didn't even seems to have any sort of brand or handmade craftsmanship. Not of the professional sort at least. "Because, you've probably got at least ten grand going from head to toe, not including what's underneath all that fancy getup........ and I'm assuming that's your fairy tale lookin' horse over there." I blinked, confused. "What ever do you mean?" I glanced at the equine moments after "and he carries my belongings." Laughter split the air "what I mean is your rich, an you ain't gonna stay rich out here unless you gotta mob of bodyguards." The was a pause as she looked around "and I don't see one. Though I'm sure you could afford one."

This went on for a few hours, just walking and talking as I led my stallion along. A few encounters with those lurking the street. Some flirting, or that's what she called it, a few beggars, then there were the ones that infuriated me. Their eyes flashed like that of a predator, but instead of being allowed to go after them my mysterious company shoo'ed me in the other direction. Every time I would loose my temper the other would just snicker or smirked it seemed. "What're ya doin' out here anyways? Get kicked out?" She shook her head "must have done something pretty stupid." I blinked. "Kicked out?" It was my turn to laugh. "Getting mother to let me leave was hard enough, getting kicked out would have taken a millennium!" She was dumbfounded. "You... you left for... this? Something is seriously wrong with you, do you know how many people would give their lives for just a meal everyday?" I was more then just offended, my tone rising instantly "it was a prison!" She mimicked her mother "Alani, you're not supposed to be out if your room past ten. Alani you're holding your fork the wrong way. Alani put your shoes back on. Alani Alani Alani!" She raised her arms in surrender "aight aight, chill girl, I was just sayin" the smirk was back "Alani.... that's a pretty name." I cut in "it's just Lani now." She grinned "alright, Lani."

[500/500]

[huskyhiccups]

username: Epsilon.
name: Dea (Goddess in Latin)
gender: female
art: unlimited
story of how she found her strange feathers: include in the story why she uses them as wings for a boost! word limit 1000
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(you can pretty up, no extras. end date; December 20)

[Dragon Documentary]

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[Eternal.]

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[Lying_Lilacs]

"Oh! Hello! Heh, I didn't even see you there!" ^D^ The small little kia wraps her tail around her paws as she sits down and looks at you. "What's brought you here?..Oh, you're here to see
me?" She paused for a moment, raising her eyebrow. "WELL. I'm boring, so i'll show you something a lot more interesting than just me; I'll show you around my home!- fair warning, it's a bit messy, and my friends may come and bother you.. but I know you'll love it!" She smiled brightly, her little white teeth poking out as the both of you duck under some hanging moss and enter an enormous clearing. There were pools of softly glowing, almost fluorescent, blue water. There were large, unending walls that stretched far up above the both you, shrubbery and various beautiful flowers dangling down from the slightly sloped walls. You flinch slightly as a few fast-flying creatures whip by your head."Oh! They're nothing to worry about- they're just pixies."She giggled lightly, pulling you farther into the glowing glade. "This is where more of the creatures live, but if any are too big to fit in these houses, they usually come and sleep with me in my cove." The pretty blue kia explained, gesturing to the little houses that were either made from the glowing flowers, or from other various twigs and leaves. She pulled you along, hopping gracefully from one stone to the next as she led you to a path that fell on the water. Though, you're a bit wary of this almost radioactive looking water, and you tiptoe warily on the stone, sure not to touch any of the water. Nymphadora- The girl you're supposed to be talking to, and interviewing, is now clear on the other side, laughing at your slow pace. Though, you eventually reach her, huffing as she grabs your hand- yet again, and pulls you towards a little stone entrance with more of this odd water trickling into it. It really was a beautiful sight, the glowing flowers floated on the surface of the water, serving as lanterns in the dank and dark cove. There was a small little cot in the corner, and a bit of other things strewn about the place- only understandable in someone's living space. She showed you around, speaking in whispers so you wouldn't wake any of her friends, "Shhh, Bonni, and some of the nymphs are sleeping- if you wake them i'll have to deal with their grumpy, tired selves." By this time you've already seen enough, and you thank the blue kia for her time, already starting to leave. "Wait!!" The kia bounces over to you, almost seeming to float over to you by her agile foot movements. She hands you a gorgeous green lily-esque flower. It was rather large, but not large enough to not take with you, so you smile and take it, leaving this sweet kia alone as she waves goodbye to her sudden guest. {500}




username: Fail In Love


name: Nymphadora /Nym/ /Nymph/
This name means 'Gift of the nymphs', and is of Greek
origin. A nymph is a spirit of nature, often imagined
as a beautiful maiden most often seen in rivers, woods,
or other locations. Nymphadora fits this definition to a
tee, and is seen by her little fairy friends as their
leader, or queen- which she humbly declines and just
sees them as equals, and friends.
gender: Female
art: (Digital)
Flying Gently Into Your World - gunpowdercat
Dancing With the Faeries - vjg123
Welcome!! - kkale
Sing Like No One Can Hear You - ElementStarTheWolf
Dreaming of Sugarplum Faeries -Flowerdust
Never Growing Up - Me
Admiring the Flora - Me
Laughing Loudly - Me

(Traditional)
Posing Pretty - Me
Chubby Little Face - Me
Baby Nymph Dosed Off <3 - Me





story of how she found her strange feathers:

----------16 years earlier----------

A small kiamara child was born in a little coastal town in Southern Ireland to a long line of prosperous Irish merchants, and she'd lived a life of easy living. But she was always different from her family. She never listened to the maids, she never wore the big, bulky dresses her mother chose for her, she always daydreamed during her lessons, and she was always speaking out of turn- nothing like any other privileged little girl would do. So to compensate for this loss of a good girl, her parents let her wear whatever she wanted on this particular winter morning, which happened to be a nice, flowy white dress, and they let her run off by herself. This was rather odd behavior from them, but she accepted her freedom. And they then continued to promptly abandon her.


The five year old giggled, wandering a bit too far away from her family as she explored the little forest her parents had brought her to for a picnic. She skipped lightly through the brush and tree-litter, happy to be able to wander around and explore for once. She was soon drawn to a little moss curtain that seemed to hide something in the Irish mountain that accompanied the forest, but it seemed to hide nothing at the same time. She'd heard voices from that direction, and assuming they were new playmates, hurriedly pushed through the curtains to look for them.
She'd stumbled into a beautiful place with bright blue water trickling down the sides, rivers and ponds sitting right in the middle, and beautiful plants and flowers that were fit to be in her storybooks. She clapped her hands excitedly, stepping farther into this magical place. A small creature hurried over to her, anxious and looking rather flustered. This small creature was small in comparison to other things, but compared to the small child, he was nearly bigger than her. "Y-You must leave- at once little girl! This is no place to stay and you are not welcome!!" The little dragon started to push her out of the glade, his actions only thwarted as the little girl quickly ran past him, amused by something else. "Why who are you? You're awfully cute- like a story character!!" The little girl giggled, a few little pixies floating about the little girl and tugging on her dress as they brought her farther into the glade.





They led her into a patch of little, glowing flowers, starting to weave the smallest of the flowers into her hair. "I'm Nymphadora!! Who are you all?" The pixies flooded her with millions of questions as they talked in excited passion, fascinated equally by one another. 'May we call you Nymph?' 'Can you be our princess?' 'Please stay with us?' The dragon complained with a groan, following after them and leaving a little trail of green feathers behind him. "You mustn't talk to her! What if she eats you!?!! And my name is Bonnibel you little intruder!" Nymph broke away from the pixies for a moment, fascinated by something new now.
She crawled over to the little dragon, picking up one of the little feathers he'd left behind him. "Sir you've dropped something- here!" She stood up, attempting to put the feather back into his pelt. The pixies giggled around them, sitting on Nymph's shoulders, and head. 'Bonni don't be rude!' 'Let us keep her!' 'Don't scare her off!!' Bonni groaned, pulling away from all of them as he clung to his feathers, trying to protect himself from the little girl that was eyeing him, and his beautiful plume. "..Fine, but if she eats you, it's not on my conscience."


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The little quickly forgot if she was supposed to go back or not, but she didn't mind, as the faeries were taking perfect care of her. And they never made her wear big dresses, or study, or read boring books. On one particular late winter day, however, her little faerie friends offered a bit of their own food to her. Nymph quickly took the food from her little winged friends, popping the glistening berries into her mouth. The mythology behind faerie food, is that when you eat it you're overcome by a strange feeling never to leave, and you give the faeries power over you, since you can never consume normal food again. But Nymph's friends were slightly nicer. she still couldn't eat regular food, but she could leave the glade whenever she needed to, making sure to come back for more of the food that she could eat.

Months passed, and Nymphadora still seemed infatuated with little Bonni's feathers- she'd continued calling him this just because he seemed to hate the name most. All he seemed to do was complain, 'don't give her that food' 'don't let her touch the water' 'don't TOUCH MY FEATHERS!' But Nymph would always just laugh and pat his head with amusement. Soon enough though, she began to ask him if she could have a feather or two of his. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" he promptly responded. Nymph just shrugged it off and stole a little feather from the ground that he'd left behind, tying it to her back ankle. She'd also found a habit of collecting small shiny things that she discovered around her new home- be it the little blue crystal pebbles she found in the water, the glowing flowers from the glade's meadow, or even the small crystals she found lighting up one of the caves (which resembled her own budding horns greatly).
More months passed, and Bonni eventually gave in to giving Nymph some of his feathers, which she promptly used to create little wings for herself, so she could look like her little faerie friends. The pixies even assisted her in becoming 'one of them' by giving her a bit of a makeover, where they decorated her with dozens of little green flowers, and helped her in positioning her little wings.

{995}

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story of how she found her strange feathers: include in the story why she uses them as wings for a boost! word limit 1000
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username: Optimus
name: Alice Mitzi
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-viciously reserves Ice Skating

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