[finch.]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sapient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

tribal ish sort of design!
w/o jacket ref

common
-hair edit
-custom tail shine
uncommon
-pupil shape

Code: Select all

username:
name:
gender:
personality:
poem: (you can write one, or find one)

prettying and extras is definitely ok
end date is 7/30/16, or July 30th! (roughly ten days)

the winner is Kouhai!

[Bunny!!]

Mark!

[Placebo]

Merk

For reference::::

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resour ... tail/44272

[seijuu]

- marking to watch -

edit: good luck to everyone!

[Nines]

username: TheArcaneKitsune
name: Darian
gender: Male
personality: wip
poem: (you can write one, or find one)

my dear, you were born
with charcoal on your fingers
and paint stains on your bones
you were made to shine
with summer in your eyes
and daybreak in your blood

ah, but my dear
the world is not kind to starlit boys
the world does not know what to do
with sunshine and charcoal and martyrs
except to burn
and burn
and burn

and oh, how you burned

now, my dear,
your fingers are black with gunpower smoke
and your bones are stained with blood
your eyes, they are blue with ice and misery
and your blood, it pulses with bursting grenades

but at least the world got its legend,
didn’t it?

—nothing burns brighter than a hero in flames

(pencap @ tumblr)

[WanSham]

Res with trying to remember things constantly

[sillies]

Gonna drop a mark here

[squints]

marking maybe

[cardboardteeth]

marKkkkkkk

[Warrdog]

username: Warrdog
name: Deruik
gender: Male
personality:
poem: If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Poem credit: Robert Frost and Rupert Brooke
Poem Title: The Soldier OR Nineteen- Fourteen: The Soldier