[koegami]

Reserved.
Summer.
Shaves himself like a poodle.
Don't take please.

Name: Ba'haine

[Chlo]

Name:
Laurel
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Gender:
Female
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Sexuality:
Bisexual
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Brief Personality:
Laurel is known to be both sensitive and kind. She rarely generates conflict with others, thus she is good at compromising and mediating. She is also loyal and faithful, never straying from those that she truly cares about. Being extremely intuitive and concerned for others, she is a good listener. However, she is also hypersensitive to rejection and tends to be a loner.
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Story:
wip
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[aeryn.]

Username- diss .
Name- Karah
Gender- Female
Zodiac- ♑
Age- Teens
Sexuality- Bisexual

-Story-
Karah looked out of her frosted window. She gave a cheerful gasp before thinking to herself finally, Winter must be here! She ran out of her small, wooden home, almost forgetting her coat. She looked up at the sky, cold, night are blowing against her face. However she did not feel cold, not in the slightest. She felt warm on the outside and in heart. The Winter always gave her this happy feeling. The feeling of the warmth that could always battle the cold.

“It is time for bed Karah!“ her mother yelled.

“Just a few more minutes, mom you know how I feel when it snows!“

“Ok, but you better return home before ten,“ her mother said before turning on the porch light for when Karah did return.


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And so she wandered, looking at the beautiful snow taking a walk through the serenity. But then, it started falling, heavier and heavier, this was no normal snowfall, this was a blizzard. Karah rushed back to her home however the door was blocked by at least a foot of snow. She moaned, I am stuck, oh what shall I do, almost comically. However, just as she almost gave up hope. A single, coated creature walked up and furiously dug up the snow before running off. A single kind Samaritan saved the life of Karah and her love of Winter if she did so happen to live. She went back inside.

“What made you come home early,“ her mom inquired.

“Let me just say it was a bit rough out there?“ Karah sighed before heading to bed.

She smiled, this is going to be a long Winter.

-Part Two-

Waking up and heading downstairs Karah let out a sigh. It was still way too thick of snowfall to head outside, and the pounding of snow on her window made her uneasy. It was not the usual good Winter at all. And of course her mom was gone, who knows where. Most likely work, she was always at work. It made Karah feel a bit lonely.

She prepared graham crackers and hot chocolate for herself before sitting down beside the table. Looking out the window she ate and drank watching the snow gradually turn into flurries, much lighter than before. It would soon be thin enough for her to go outside.

The doorbell, rang.

She went over and turned the handle with her mouth, seeing her mom she smiled, “Where had you gone?“

“Well, I know last night must of been stressful so I thought I would get you something to cheer you up,“ she laid down a gift, wrapped neatly with a big red bow.

Karah eagerly untied it with her mouth, and was amazed to see something she had always dreamed of. A big, red, sled. It was round and perfect for sleighing down hills, or maybe mountains, or whatever her head could exaggerate.

This is going to be a good Winter!

-Part Three-

Karah walked outside, feeling the cool Winter air rush against her pelt filled her with determination. She was holding the red sled in her mouth ready to send it for a go. She ran through the forest outside her home and out unto an open plateau leading down on a hill. She set it down at the very edge. Muscles tensed she hopped on and leaned foward. A rush of wind flew, helping her with her send off as she plummeted. The sky was a greyish blue and cluttered with clouds, ready to erupt with snow again at any moment. The cold had enveloped her and she felt one with nature.

This is going to be an awesome Winter!

This would be my first Plummie, I can dream.

[.Dreams.]

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Note: This is based on his favourite festival which is Chinese New Year which is in Spring so it connects c:
It was a busy Wednesday morning in the local market. More stock had just arrived; Chinese dragons, food, fireworks and much more. Everyone had been delayed because of the fierce storm ,which took place last night. Rain droplets were still dropping from the tops of the tents. Drip...Drip...Drip...ROAR! Suddenly the market fell silent upon this loud roar. Everyone's head turned towards this narrow and dark alleyway. Nobody had any idea what it was. Nobody went to find out what it was except for this one man. Tall and skinny, pale face and thin eyes. Bohai. He was the wisest man to ever live in that village. Braver than all. He had a heart stronger than a lion. Everybody watched him as his fragile feet stepped closer and closer to this spine chilling roar. He stood there as his eyes lowered to the floor to soon see laying there shivering in an old box, a plumerian. Eyes of fire and fur soft as clouds. For a split second they both looked into each other's eyes and saw destiny. It was very rare for Bohai to see something he liked, something he had faith in.
He lowered his arms slowly, only revealing his wrists and palms out of his robe. He could feel every dainty bone in his body. "You must need some food to get your strength back". As the rays of light from the sun shone on the plumerian, Bohai realised that was what he was going to call him... "Gang". He lifted Gang above his head as he turned back round to the crowd. "Everyone this is Gang, the one I have faith in, the one who will protect us". Nobody said anything, nobody moved, until...
A child came running up to Bohai and Gang, leaving splashes of water behind him from the puddles. He reached out his arm showing he wanted to pet Gang with love. Bohai knelt down so the child could get closer. Soon every child had come running up to Boahi wanting to meet the new protector.

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"Scratch attack!"It had been twelve years since Bohai and Gang first met. Today was the day of them celebrating their companionship between them. Boahi had been training Gang so he could compete against other plumerians. Today was the day he could prove that Gang was the best plumerian in the whole village. Many tourist had come and battled out their plumerians trying to become a master. It was very difficult to find a good training ground, but luckily high up in the mountain range there was an old abandoned temple with cherry blossom trees surrounding it. The view was amazing. Every day Bohai and Gang would go up there and have a picnic together. But today was a day like no other.The sun was shining even brighter than ever. "Put this sunscreen on so you don't get too hot."Gang was about to face the current champion called Bailey and her plumerian Keiko. A blue and pink plumerian. A female. Gangs hardest opponent.

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The match had been going on forever. It seemed like it would never end. Both plumerians were on their last legs. Suddenly Keiko gave a soft growl. Gang was confused. The crowd sounded like seagulls, they wouldn't be quiet. Both plumerians slowly padded over to the center of the court and bowed their heads down to respect each other. Gang then stood next to Keiko.Bohai and Bailey were confused. What did this mean? Friendship, that is what it meant. Bohai didn't realise that he had trained Gang to hard, to strong that he was scared to hurt Keiko. It was Chinese New Year that day, and from that day on they made it so no plumerian would have to battle but love and cherish their friendship with their trainer

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Sorry its a bit long my creative writing took over :3

[odysseus]

name x harvest
a fall-sounding name for a fall-looking plumerian. however, harvey's general disdain for the fall season results in nicknames such as harvey or even just 'h,' depending on who he's talking to.
age x eighteen
harvey's birthday is november 29, which is technically in the fall because winter doesn't start until mid-december
sexuality x gay
harvey will say 'gay!' and then drop the subject, partially because he doesn't have any idea either.
gender x cisgender male
however, at the end of the day, gender doesn't fuss him too much. the only reason he identifies as male is that it's simpler this way, and i'm sure if you asked him he might say he doesn't have a gender identity at all.
any pronouns are fine, but most people use he/him, because he doesn't feel the need to come out as anything.
story x he is not the autumn. he wants to be the spring.
ignore

[pep]

dropping due to lack of time ;9 much luck to the others trying out!

[onion]

mark! ;w;

[fallen.galaxy]

wren
female
demi-pan
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Dear diary,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJanuary Eleventh
I decided to go outside today. I had plans with my friends to go to lunch at one of our favorite little restaurants. I forgot one big detail. It's winter. Winter is by far the worst of the seasons. First off it's so cold. Even through my curls I'm still cold. The snow also gets in my fur. Imagine being cold, but having it stuck onto you until you take a bath. Oh, and it's so cold there is no hot water. I hate winter.

Dear diary, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMarch Twentieth
It's finally spring! After three seasons of waiting it's finally the best time of year. It's not to hot or to cold. There are no troublesome leaves or snow to get in my fur and it's just perfect mediocre weather. The most boring of seasons! I love it. I have major plans for today I'm going out with my family and then watching a movie with my friends. I love everything about spring. Especially the smell it reminds me of the tea Mother made when I was younger. Just the strong herbal scent.

Dear diary, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJune Third
It's summer. Hot. Warm. Sweaty. Disgusting. I hate summer it just makes everyone hot and sweaty. Especially under fur like mine! I hate it. I get drenched with sweat which only tangles my curls. Cut it? I would never. I love my curls. They make me look like a model. But, back to summer. It's so sweaty. If I want to eat a popsicle or something cold then I have to brush my mangled fur. I have to use so much electricity to keep myself from overheating. I can't even make plans.

Dear diary, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSeptember Twenty Eight
It's fall. It's been fall, but today it's worse. Extreme winds. Imagine a hurricane going on in my fur. And getting tangled in various scarves and jackets as it's already cold outside. I wonder if there's anywhere where it's always spring. Sigh. The leaves are already falling. I'm currently sitting down with all doors and windows closed and burning up the heating bill. It's still cold and I'm picking leaves out of my fur and struggling to brush it. When can it be spring. Fall is probably the worst season. The weather is so inconsistent.

[darling feathers]

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between the snow & the leaves

that's where you'll find me

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username\\featherberry123
name\\baize
gender\\male

assertive >> confident, forceful
neat >> orderly, tidy
imaginative >> creative, inventive
insecure >> not confident, uncertain
sympathetic >> expressing sypmathy

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Baize loves the turning point between winter and spring. He waits each year for this special point.
He makes sure that he never misses this by taking almost 1,000 photos a week when the snow starts
to melt. He might seem a little obsessed, but when the snow finally melts and the flowers blossom, he
puts all the photos into a film. It is absolutely beautiful and unique each year. The only time he
doesn't take photos are at night because there is no natural lighting.

He uploads his films on his blog and has a bunch of followers that wait each year. This is where he
feels most comfortable, on his blog. He is ashamed of his body and wishes for a different life almost
every day. On his blog, he can hide behind the screen. Hide his "shameful" body and actually be
himself.

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[koifishkat]

name;fýlla

gender:girl

story;the leaf fell off the tree, cascading down into a pile of leaves that had formed on the ground. it was her favorite time of year: fall. another leaf fell off the tree. she stared at the tree and its beautiful colors. shads of red,orange,and yellow mixed together to create a magical image, and mixed with the sun setting over the horizon. she felt content. she thought of how soon thanksgiving was. turkeys and stuffing, cranberries and more. she licked her lips thinking about it.