[INACTIVE_ACCOUNT]

Username; kek
Name; Snowy
Gender; female
Short Story; abandoned by her parents, she wanders the cold harsh grounds of alaska, looking for a forever home. luckily, throughout her journey she found a few friends who have given her a shelter to stay in, along with a basket filled with beautiful flowers! she is 10 years old and is great at painting. she has a crush on justin beiber ( lol ) and will help anyone in need!

[paper planets]

Username; chasing_stars
Name; akela
Gender; female
Short Story;

[buny]

Username;
Wolfish.Twins.
Name;
Seren
Gender;
Male
Short Story;
Nature was all he knew. He was raised by the forest, cared for by all it's creatures and sheltered from harm by the trees and bushes. Rivers told him stories of the fish and the oceans that they ran into in quiet voices. Trees spoke of times gone by. But the flowers wove him tales of heroes and princesses, of dragons and the futile efforts of man. They weren't always happy stories, but he listened anyway. And when the time came for the flowers to start dying, each would request to him that he take them with him, so that they could hear the stories he made up as he wandered.
Every day he made a new crown with the flowers that felt their life fading, weaving an elaborate crown out of them. And to this day he makes his new crowns, letting each flower hear one last story.

[néktar]

.username; star,
.name; verona
.gender; female
.short story;

verona remembers that when her mother passed away they had set her body in a casket and set her a float on a lake that lead out to sea. verona would often go to the lake by herself and sit for hours, watching the calming water. then one by one she would see little flowers of all kinds floating out of the water towards her, she would pick them out of the water and put them in her hair, her mother's scent faintly on each of them. after an hour or so they would stop and the lake would go still. verona often visits there today but only when she is completely along does a flower float her way, she'll often keep it until it dies and she'll take the petals back to the lake and sprinkle them in the water so they float back to where they came from.
[150 words]

[Silver Pandorica]

Username;
SilverCrescentMoon
Name;
Caldwiella (Cal; From the Cold Spring)
Gender;
Female
Short Story;
Cal never had a wonderful home life. Her father left when she was young, so her mother is always stressed out and works full time. Winter, being Cal's favorite season, is one full of peace and beauty. It seems to come around more often then not in the state of Alaska. She usually goes out to sit in the frost-covered forest to escape the stress and the rush. While she was taking a walk through it one day, she saw a purple flower sticking out of the snow. It's petals were lightly dusted with white powdery snow. That flower was so beautiful. A splash of color in the world of icy white. Cal has loved flowers, maybe even more then winter itself, ever since that day. Flowers are always so happy and colorful. She hopes that one day, she will be like that too.
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[blkberry]

Username; kid,
Name; rhy
Gender; female
Short Story; rhy loves flowers for many reasons, but one major reason, is because of the beautiful colors. As a kid her father was a gardener that planted beautiful flowers in their back yards and she was so amazed about the colors of the flowers she fell in love with them. During her childhood she helped her father grow flowers and she drew these amazing flower portraits that won first place once, second place once, and third place twice! Rhy began to make flower crowns for her whole family once she hit her teen age and made making flower crowns her job. -- 100 words > 548 characters

[ocean_]

Username; ωανєℓєиgтн
Name; Azia
Gender; Female
Short Story;
Blazing blue eyes gazed at the small patch of vibrant blue flowers before her, marveling at them without a care in the world. Azia had always found it interesting how the sun makes things look brighter, and flowers were no exception. They swayed back and forth in place like dancers under a spotlight, and Azia could never help but wave with them in perfect sync. She sighed, plucking one from the ground, watching as it still attempted to dance, even between her teeth. She envied the flowers for living such a peaceful life, maybe that's why she loved them so? Or perhaps they bring her peace, and she just doesn't know it? Azia would never care to know, she just wanted peace, much like the flowers who she so envied for their tranquility. She sighed, laying her head on her paws and closing her eyes.

Peace was all she wanted.



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[Alantica]

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Username;
Alantica
Name;
Alice Lionheart
Gender;
Female
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Short Story;
"Do you believe in magic?"
Alice's eyes flash open. She looks at the framed
photo next to her bed of her best friend,
Merabella. The morning sun shines through
her pale satin curtains. She hears the
chirping of bird outside her window which
leads to her garden. Alice sighs; it has been
6 months since Merabella left to go to a
prestigious school to become an idol. Alice
misses her dearly and how they would work on
the garden together. She looks out into the
garden. Alice mumbles to herself, "Ah, those
blue flowers Merabella planted has bloomed."
She slowly move towards to flowers and
reaches her paws out to touch the flowers.
"They smell like you." Alice whispers as she
closes her eyes to reminisce about the past.
She smiles thinking of working with Merabella
in the garden again.
"I will be here waiting for you to come back."
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[Sheer]

Username; Sheer
Name; Crystal
Gender; Female

Short Story;
Being born both mute and deaf Crystal
has always had a very quite existence.
She wakes up every morning unable to
hear birds chirping or the pitter patter
of rain. However because she is unable
to hear the world around her she gets
to experience it through different means.
She relies heavily on her other senses.

When Crystal was a child she always
remembered how soft the petals of the
flowers she'd find could be. How fragrant
their aroma was, how their beauty was
unlike any other. Last but not least she
remembered how something as simple as
a flower could touch someones heart.
She observed that by giving someone
flowers you could express your feelings
without the use of words.

They had so many different meanings as
well, from color to species. Crystal has
always adored how flowers can touch the
people around them without making a
single sound.
150/150


I swore I marked this earlier....>-> Oh well.
Also sorry it's not so much of a story as much
as it is just describing why she feels the way
she does about flowers. ;o;
Finally good luck to everyone, because this kalon
is just so very much love and I hope they find a
wonderful home~ Figured I'd just add that on my
form here so I don't create spam when this ends. x3

[DecafBunny]

Username;
Juliet.

Name;
Titania

Gender;
Female

Short Story;
Titania's white roses had bloomed so beautifully this year that they could nearly blind an unfortunate passerby. She smiled, she couldn't have been more proud of them. Winter's frost had nearly killed all of her roses but a few managed to survive. She loved how they matched her coat, white as the winters snow. She had been very insecure as a younger, colorless Kalon until her mother had compared her coat to the white roses in her garden. Titania's insecurity had lowered as she had became more confident over they years. She planted a new batch of white roses every spring to remind herself of her mothers words. This spring she observed the roses her mother had planted for her, it was odd because the rosebuds had a blue tint to them. She had recalled her mother saying she had a surprising coming any day now, this must've been it.