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Overview and History
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The origin of this particular species is unknown. It is guess that it was the iqena who sparked the mythos of unicorns, pegasus, kirin, and hundreds more that have become legend. Thousands of years of speculation and wonder have led to the constant search of this elusive species.

Iqena are commonly friendly towards any creature of any world. Their peaceful souls only adding to the mystery of their vast variations. Even the youngest of iqena are clueless to their biological origin. Some say that they are born from the mind, much like the goddess Athena.
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horn - squint eyes - extra eye - feathering - fluff - lion tail

This,,, turned out pinker than expected,,,
But hey look its the other cover iqena

To win this iqena, write a story about ONE of the below prompts!

- Their relationship/interaction with another iqena
- Their view on being an iqena or the species as a whole
- An interaction with a (non-speaking) creature
- How they see and react to the world around them through their eye
- How they interact and live in/with their domain

You may reword or add to the form below.
Extras and pretying up allowed.
There is no limitation to what the domain is. Creativity is key.

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ends September 19th 11:59 pm CST

[Relicarn]

username: Roman Torchwick
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gender: Male
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[Micki.]

username: Micki.
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res

[k.kitten]

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Oh yes imma be dumping art all over this babe


Hnnn mark because I probably will take over 837284)2684726737367273(:)/!$!3.:!)8.3:!$83:.!:3. Hours prettying this up

[darling feathers]

username\\ featherberry123
name\\ sydelle
meaning\\ "princess"
gender\\ female
domain\\ an old, abandoned clock tower xxx
prompt\\ interaction with a mute creature
story\\
Sydelle woke up, just like she did every Thursday. As she got up, she looked
out of the glass where the hands of the clock used to move around. Outside it was raining,
one of her favorite types of weather. She stretched as she walked over to where she keeps
a small bag with a few of her favorite items. She kept these items as memories for when
she has ever helped someone. She knows that as an Iquena, she is meant to be a type of
"gaurdian angel", but she feels as though she doesn't fit in to that role. Inside her bag was
only three items. In her life she had only helped three creatures.

After she grabbed her bag, she heading down the small stairway, decorated with little
vines and flowers everywhere. On the lest step, she tripped, something she did at least
everyday. You thought that by now, she would have known, but nope! Sydelle is pretty ditzy
about things like that. She walked under some hanging vines and suddenly found herself
being splashed by droplets of rainwater. She skipped about, heading towards one of her
favorite places to contemplate her thoughts. The place she was headed was a small cave.
In the cave was a glowing gem and a small pond with only two fish.

As Sydelle was walking, she noticed a slight movement out of the corner of her eye.
She turned around and saw a small tan mouse, drenched to the bone, cleaning its little
face. "Hello? Little mousey?" Sydelle said in a softly. She is a very childish Iquena, so she
talked to things in a more playful tone. The mouse turned its little head and looked at
her. Sydelle finally saw it. This wasn't a regular mouse.

It was unique. Around its neck was a small glowing lantern. Its left eye was sewn
shut. Its right cheek had a small arrow tatooed on it. Sydelle stood there in shock, her
jaw literally hanging open. The mouse stopped cleaning itself and took a step towards her,
slightly turning its head to the right.

Sydelle ran to it. The mouse seemed surprised, but not frightened. "Come with me
little mouse. I can take you somewhere dry and warm," she said to the little mouse. The
mouse didn't understand what she said, but it understood that she wasn't there to hurt it.
Sydelle layed down her bag and motioned the little creature to get inside of it. The mouse
surprisingly climbed inside.

Sydelle picked her bag back up and ran back to the clocktower. As she walked up the
steps, she didn't pay attention and almost fell again. She picked her self back up and ran up
the rest of the stairs and into her bedroom. As she reached her room, she looked out the
face of the clocktower. The rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds.
Sydelle placed her bag on the ground and watched as the tiny mouse climbed out of it. She
wrapped it in a towel and they both fell asleep next to eachother.

That was the day that Sydelle found her most loved treasure. She named the mouse
Arrow and keeps her by her side everyday.

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[Ill]

username: Cojinxleafbelle
name: Feathrine
Pronunciation: feath-rEYE-n
gender: Female
domain: A large, winding tower; the top, where she resides, is hidden by strange, sticky pink clouds; many believe that they're made of cotton candy.
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[agile]

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[yeena]

their domain is a ridge overlooking a cottonfield
- How they interact and live in/with their domain

hes lonely in his home but afraid to move ??
has beliefs he is higher then others and would break a harmony
so he stays home all day
loves playing in the cottonfield
makes cotton crowns

yuki
sweet lil cotton child rip
for future ref 'the lion and the lamb'
skinny love by birdy hmm
or fall for you by secondhand serenade

uhh
possible reserve
i shouldve
mentioned

[Queen Vivane]

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WIP

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

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username: Sly.Blue
name: Avaron, inspired by the island from Arthurian legend
gender: demiboy
domain: an island in the center of a misty lake

traits: quiet, reflective, introverted, soft, wise, creative, agoraphobic
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Their relationship/interaction with another Iqena:

Avaron is a quiet soul.
He is quiet and contemplative and sometimes very lonely.
He lives on an island in the center of a misty lake, where everything is hushed and soft and the air smells of growing things deep in the earth. Sometimes he may be lonely, but he wouldn't give up his home. He is a part of this place, ingrained in it and through it, just as it is in him, settled deep in his heart.
But Avaron isn't really ever alone.
Especially on the days he is visited by Jordan and Nott.

"I watched the sunset from the garden today. It was beautiful."
"I think night is my favorite."
"And why is that?"
"Because even when you aren't here, the moon shines on both of us."
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"I found a new tunnel in the catacombs today."
"Aren't you scared to be down there, Nott?"
"Not at all. I found a new grave. It was a couple. They were buried together. Romantic, right?"
"And a little sad."
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"Spring is coming! Avaron, should I bring you back some flowers? I bet we could start your own garden here on the island!"
"You would help me do that?"
"Of course!"
"I'd like that very much Jordan."
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"Avaron, do you think you'd ever come visit us?"
"..."
"It's okay, love. We'll always come visit you here."
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"What did you do today Avaron?"
"I waited for the two of you."

Avaron's life is so much brighter when he has the two he adores most close to him.
Ever since they met, he has taken a great solace in their visits. Nott and Jordan come to see him, and tell him all about their days, and things going on beyond the lake he is afraid to leave. They can spend days together roaming the small island, as Avaron points out the beautiful things about his home one might normally miss; the mushroom caps growing on that stump, the family of squirrels stockpiling seeds, the way the water ripples against the rocks.
In return his companions tell him of their homes, Jordan in a quiet garden, and Nott in the dark catacombs of Paris. If Avaron closed his eyes he can picture them clearly as the two talk.
Some nights they stay with him and watch the stars. Jordan's laugh is quiet, and Nott's is loud, and together they are the most perfect sound Avaron could imagine. Nott will roll in the leaves and tell spooky stories, the rise and fall in the cadence of his voice lending atmosphere to the tale. Jordan will watch, rapt, and gasp in all the right places. And Avaron will listen to them both, almost hear their heartbeats if he strains his ears.
He knows this is love.


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