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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:51 am
Wan Blush and Seed had some charming babies -- and while three of them have already been nabbed, boy number one is still up for grabs! This is a classic contest: Name that sack!All you have to do is provide a name, using the code below. At the end of the contest, which ends Friday, November 25th at 4pm EST, we will either choose our favorite straight up or narrow it down and raffle it out, depending on if one stands out for us! Ready? Okay, go! [b]Username:[/b] goes here! [b]Kimeti's Name:[/b] Goes here! [b]Other Info:[/b] You could also give a personality blurb or a naming dream!
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:02 am
Username: Abbacus Kimeti's Name: Pollen Breeze Other Info: Like pollen, he's an irritant. A trickster, a prankster, a general annoyance to all. And he loves it. Go on, scream the most creative insult you can dream up at him--he collects them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:06 am
Username: Gilded Dragon. Kimeti's Name: Pitcher. Other Info: If little bit morbid, Pitcher's sense of humor isn't lacking. He's friendly, and a little bit awkward, but maybe that's because he just joked about an owl carrying your songbird away if it sings too many sour notes. He'll go by Plip to those he's familiar with.
In a long day's marsh exploring Comes across a narrow vase A slit, high up, lays bare the throat Plant's muzzle, traplike maze.
Sweet allure of narrow shape Accentuates the luscious scent Attracting tiniest of creatures To hasty, hungering descent.
Small vase filled with fluid Sweet nectar is the prize But once they taste digestive nectar The insects seal their demise.
No trap snaps shut, no teeth to close The plant employs a subtler trick Once crawlers try to climb away They are trapped by walls too slick.
Wings now wet, even fliers Who rely so oft on power of flight Can no longer hope to reach escape Struggling, striving as they might.
Down downward hairs they slide and slip Unable to cling to the slippery walls Desperate legs slide gradually down To a watery grave in waxen halls.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:20 am
Username: Lexenos the Knight Kimeti's Name: Seeds of Purity, a.k.a. Hope (dem spoooooots, dey look like seeeeeeeeds) Other Info: A seed is on the ground. Time speeds up, and it quickly sinks below the grass, and becomes a small shute. The shoot becomes a sapling, the sapling becomes a tree. The tree is tall and majestic, providing protection for all. A family of songbirds raised in its branches, a foal napping under its shade, a pretty new mother receiving a blessing and later laying her clutch under its protection. Then birds and small creatures and the even the kimeti themselves spread the tree's seeds, and trees just like it sprang up all over the swamp, offering their own protection and shelter. An arial view of the swamp shows the vast number of trees. Then one last image of a tiny seed and all its potential.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:20 am
Username: Mnara Kimeti's Name: Lovely Flowing Color Other Info: Flow loves to paint, especially with plant materials, and his speech is a tad slurred because his mouth is always sore from carrying prickly items and plants that are... less than healthy. Not one for romance, his love is only given to his work. He's more than happy to trade some of his art to others in exchange for more materials.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:32 am
Username: Muffinsbaby Kimeti's Name: Speckled Growth Other Info: He's a little sordid and crazy, like someone knocked his sac around one too many times. He hallucinates, sees things not as they are, but as his brain is telling them they are. Someone smiles at him, he runs screaming because he saw someone trying to eat him. A doe splashing in the water, he sees someone drowning.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:41 am
Username: musicaloner7 Kimeti's Name: Opulent Seed Other Info: The rest will come with time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:58 am
Username: Scaramouche Fandango Kimeti's Name: Gaunt Other Info: Gaunt would be something of a crotchety old man, even as a youth, with a very harsh sense of reality. He does know how to laugh- a thin, wheezing approximation of a chuckle- but rarely does he ever find an excuse for it.
It was cold where he was. So very cold. Scales of ice formed on the swamp's wet surface, and he could see his breath hanging heavy in the air. The trees were blackened, charred by frost, and most of the plants were dormant or dead.
Except this one.
The plant was by no means pretty; a pale green spike, flowerless and vineless. A long, thin, sickly thing; but vital, nonetheless. He couldn't help but be impressed by its defiance; its indefatigable front in the face of inevitability. The universe was conspiring to kill this plant, and yet it wasn't going to die so easily. It held on out of sheer stubbornness, its gaunt length refusing to be bent.
So he plucked it. Best to put it out of its misery.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:09 am
Username: Kitty Sprightt Kimeti's Name: Jackdaw Shuffle Other Info:
Lynx saw Jackdaw out by the sound, Bird raised to cat one star-bright eye, And then bowed low to the ground, And with the braggart's righteous cry, Said "Here's a rare thing to have found."
"How right," said Lynx, "how grand a sight! A rare, rare find indeed! Not only talking, and polite, But even not a-scratch for seed, A bird preferring ground to flight!"
The words did cause some small kerfluffle. Jackdaw was proud, and was quite keen. And Lynx, then, to avoid a scuffle, Asked bird, "What else is to be seen?" He paused, then asked, "A Jackdaw shuffle?"
His words confused, and Lynx so said. He laughed then - "I see you're not so bright!" And so he took it in his head, To show her, maybe to delight, A special way he'd learned to tread.
His talons scuffed the dirt below, One foot and then the other flew. And he shot 'round, the nimble fellow, Faster dancing than flying, blue Shone his feathers in the mellow glow.
He danced, he danced, and merrily, But he forgot to take his care. So while a-dancing 'round was he, She bit him quick, so not to scare, Since as he danced he could not flee - And swiftly ate the jackdaw there.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 10:49 am
Username: anemosagkelos Kimeti's Name: Pallor Other Info: They have the colors of life and beauty set into their pelts; he has the paleness of a crescent moon enveloping his body. They have health and recklessness teeming through their spines; he has sickness sapping physical effort from his limbs. They have half-considered thoughts and questions; he has stories collected from kin and all the answers the Motherfather and Sisterbrother have given him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 2:53 pm
Username: SerinaNight Kimeti's Name: Moss (I was thinking of several names, but just plain 'Moss' fit so well.) Other Info: Moss is a very energetic kin, while a bit shy, he always seems to have a smile and energy to spare. Moss likes exploring, finding little 'treasures.' These things could be anything from a small smooth stone, to a line of ants. While he appreciates the larger beauty of the swamp, the small pieces that put it together are what he really admires. Sometimes, the perfect clearing isn't complete without that warm rock to sun yourself on, the small hill just isn't the same if it doesn't have that pile of fallen leaves and that clear pool is all the better for the frolicking fish hiding inside. Sometimes he gets cared away, talking about some small discovery for what seems like hours, but he'll often try and show others the treasures he sees so he can share the beauty of the swamp with them. While he doesn't have trouble interacting with other kin, he can get a bit awkward when the conversation turns to himself, or simply off the topic of the swamp, treasures, hobbies, etc. This gives Moss a friendly, but standoffish feel, despite his best intentions. When he attempts to talk about subjects he's not best with, in hope of making himself seem less cold, he often does something silly, making a fool of himself.
So, short/to the point version: Happy, energetic, nice guy. Shyness makes some conversations awkward, however he often tries to hard to prevent this and does something silly instead. Enjoys nature, in all its incarnations, especially the little things. Likes sharing his discoveries with others.
((I feel like writing more, but not sure what else to say. XD Figure this is enough.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 3:13 pm
Username: Akkhima Kimeti's Name: Chirp Other Info: The last hours before dawn are silent. The stillness lying over the swamp is like a blanket, everything beneath it is asleep. Even before the sun itself can be seen, a warm light starts to fill the edge of the sky. The quiet still hangs as the day is waiting to be allowed in. Finally it is broken and the world awakes and the cacophony begins and it was all started by a single chirp.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 3:17 pm
Username: Kalahari-Summers Kimeti's Name: Life in the Wind Other Info: He is not one, but many; how this is he does not know, but still it is so, and before long a breeze picks up and his many, many parts are sent stirring, scattering through the air. Tossed aloft, he can feel the whole of the sky with his many selves, and to ride the wind is so exhilarating that he never wants to stop, never wants to lose that feeling of being so alive within his many, many selves.
He is the life in the wind and he loves it.
(Based off wind picking up pollen, I didn't want to actually use the word pollen though. =w=;; )
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:40 pm
Username: Xerianthe Kimeti's Name: Blackhoof Other Info: "Are any of my hooves black?" the nervous question always seems to be tumbling from Blackhoof's mouth. It's usually greeted with wariness - not one of his hooves are black, and the question is more than enough to bring to question Blackhoof's sanity. In his mind's eye though, it's there, black and dully gleaming, a mark of shame not physically evident. His naming dream haunts him, flashes of uncontrollable bloodlust and death, a dream that ends in exile for a marked murderer. Blackhoof is perpetually anxious because of it, and worries that he'll become the buck in his naming dream.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:32 pm
Username: Sinbari Kimeti's Name: Beetle Juice Other Info: "Slime" enjoys dissecting anything and everything to see what's inside. While he'll pull apart things like flowers sometimes, he's just as likely to poke, crunch, or squeeze a critter he's found before he has it for lunch. Whether he's sick and twisted or just overly curious remains to be seen.
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