[Bettalong]

I LOVE THIS ONE A LOt

NATURAL KJAKU
fur, pseudoteeth, tail, and ears are mutated
username; Mima
name; Aether
gender; Male

To enter for this Kjaku, tell me what their favorite season is!

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username;
Kjaku name;
gender;
favorite season; (maximum 200 words)

Extras are allowed, same for prettying! :^0 This ends on the 16th!
Good luck!

[justamindset]

username; dragonofember
Kjaku name; Lynn
gender; Female
favorite season; Spring//Cherry Blossoms
WiP

[Stormowalf]

username; Stormowalf
Kjaku name; Tyria
gender; Male
favorite season; (maximum 200 words) Very early spring when there's a small bit of snow left. I can imagine him running through the fresh grass and rolling in the last patches of snow :D

Thank you very much for the opportunity :>

[little_light]

username; σptιmus primє
Kjaku name; Circe
gender; female
favorite season; wip, I'll do this when it's not almost two in the morning ;-;

[snowdrake]

username; hinode
Kjaku name; ruvik
gender; male
favorite season; seeing the world slowly die around him fascinates ruvik. .... feeling the world's blood slowly turn cold .... .. wip :0

[Mima]

username; mima
Kjaku name; aether
gender; male
favorite season; he always stared out the window when the crack of summer thunder rang out.

he could do so for hours, hours, hours on end- so enamored by the streaks of blazing electricity as they lit up the dull sky. spring showers and the gloomy, cold greys of autumn couldn't compare to the raw power of summer storms. though maybe at first he didn't know what he saw in them... he thought maybe he had finally figured it out now.

when he looked up at those trees, those telephone wires as they were left charred and smoking, he knew.

there could still be beauty in destruction.

[Gadgetrocks]

username;Gadgetrocks
Kjaku name; Kai
gender;Male
favorite season; (maximum 200 words) The summer in July, when the storms rain down and the air scorches is when he's the happiest.

[Bettalong]

username; mima
Kjaku name; aether
gender; male
favorite season; he always stared out the window when the crack of summer thunder rang out.

he could do so for hours, hours, hours on end- so enamored by the streaks of blazing electricity as they lit up the dull sky. spring showers and the gloomy, cold greys of autumn couldn't compare to the raw power of summer storms. though maybe at first he didn't know what he saw in them... he thought maybe he had finally figured it out now.

when he looked up at those trees, those telephone wires as they were left charred and smoking, he knew.

there could still be beauty in destruction.

Congratulations, Aether is yours ! <33 I loved the vividness and liveliness in the description of summer storms, and the fact that he could still see beauty in destruction was admirable. Your form was very well written !!

Thank you for entering, everyone !

[Mima]

aaah thank you so much!!!

i love my little lightning trash boy <3 i'll be sure to take care of him!