@catalysts
I was gonna pick Taz at first, but Talamir is so pretty! I had to pick her!
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spring rains. a single handpicked flower given as a gift. trees silhouetted against the summer sunset. fireflies flitting just above the grass. sparkling morning dew. watching a startled grasshopper's short flight before it hides in the grass again. skipping stones with friends, playful competition. a babbling creek. in the distance, frogs calling, singing in the night.[/center]
Next person: pick any dragon up to but not including Surfsnake on pg 5. (do not pick Strix, Beauty, Hylia, Cyno, or Nimmi)
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catalysts
I was gonna pick Taz at first, but Talamir is so pretty! I had to pick her!
spring rains. a single handpicked flower given as a gift. trees silhouetted against the summer sunset. fireflies flitting just above the grass. sparkling morning dew. watching a startled grasshopper's short flight before it hides in the grass again. skipping stones with friends, playful competition. a babbling creek. in the distance, frogs calling, singing in the night.
Next person: pick any dragon up to but not including Surfsnake on pg 5. (do not pick Strix, Beauty, Hylia, Cyno, or Nimmi)
@SilverChilver
It's been so long since anyone's been in here, sorry you had to wait two months! Here's Verdell:
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[center]The bright green of a bud emerging in spring, the crunch of a glowstick being snapped and then shaken, an impenetrable wall of verdant green plants, reaching higher than you can see. The sound of a high pitched laugh, but no source for it to have come from. The smell of mint and green tea wafting through a small, steamy room. The feeling when you step into a spa for the first time, and the feeling of an ivy tendril wrapped around your hand.[/center]
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SilverChilver
It's been so long since anyone's been in here, sorry you had to wait two months! Here's Verdell:
The bright green of a bud emerging in spring, the crunch of a glowstick being snapped and then shaken, an impenetrable wall of verdant green plants, reaching higher than you can see. The sound of a high pitched laugh, but no source for it to have come from. The smell of mint and green tea wafting through a small, steamy room. The feeling when you step into a spa for the first time, and the feeling of an ivy tendril wrapped around your hand.
@ellireid Dawntreader is breathtaking, holy moly. I love how colorful she is while still keeping to the dark theme.
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The last remnants of the morning mist, curling around the tree roots. The soft brush of feathers on your cheek. Laughter, heard from a distance, always just out of sight. A gemstone pendant on a silver chain, pooled at a river’s edge. The smell of earth and moss and dew, of living things, growing things, clamoring for the warmth of the sun.
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ellireid Dawntreader is breathtaking, holy moly. I love how colorful she is while still keeping to the dark theme.
The last remnants of the morning mist, curling around the tree roots. The soft brush of feathers on your cheek. Laughter, heard from a distance, always just out of sight. A gemstone pendant on a silver chain, pooled at a river’s edge. The smell of earth and moss and dew, of living things, growing things, clamoring for the warmth of the sun.
@Lyssa77
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[i]A soft summer breeze, the sound of a mandolin in the air. A zen garden, with a little lime green building, and a small pond filled with Koi, swimming around lily pads. Bamboo shoots swings in the wind, and a Japanese bamboo fountain swings a low chime.[/i]
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Lyssa77
A soft summer breeze, the sound of a mandolin in the air. A zen garden, with a little lime green building, and a small pond filled with Koi, swimming around lily pads. Bamboo shoots swings in the wind, and a Japanese bamboo fountain swings a low chime.
Lair Ends At Patch!
@Moshipuppy
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Cold nights by a warm fire, hearty laughs, doc martens, glitter beards, upcycled clothes.
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Moshipuppy
Cold nights by a warm fire, hearty laughs, doc martens, glitter beards, upcycled clothes.
@lucidreaming
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The dripping of hot wax onto skin, onto marble. The distant sound of a metal bowl being stuck in such a spot to produce a perfect, singing pitch. The song a of bird, then silence. The feeling of the sun from behind a think, silky curtain. The feeling of cool sand and the hiss it makes as crabs scuttle across it, going nowhere. The shine of hot air on asphalt.
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lucidreaming
The dripping of hot wax onto skin, onto marble. The distant sound of a metal bowl being stuck in such a spot to produce a perfect, singing pitch. The song a of bird, then silence. The feeling of the sun from behind a think, silky curtain. The feeling of cool sand and the hiss it makes as crabs scuttle across it, going nowhere. The shine of hot air on asphalt.
@Ellireid
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Scraping your nails through thick frost over glass. The cracking of ice underfoot on an otherwise snow muffled day. Touching metal so cold that the moisture of your skin freezes against it for a moment. The whistle of winter wind, sharp through bare trees creating dunes of snow. Crunching ice cubes between your teeth at the end of a drink too impatient to wait for the melt water. Not a smell but a lack, the absence of scent just cold empty air burning your throat on the way down.
Last perma is Shinatobe
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Ellireid
Scraping your nails through thick frost over glass. The cracking of ice underfoot on an otherwise snow muffled day. Touching metal so cold that the moisture of your skin freezes against it for a moment. The whistle of winter wind, sharp through bare trees creating dunes of snow. Crunching ice cubes between your teeth at the end of a drink too impatient to wait for the melt water. Not a smell but a lack, the absence of scent just cold empty air burning your throat on the way down.
Last perma is Shinatobe
@readergirl12
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silks brushing against your legs as you walk down the stairs, a slightly too strong smell of smoke-danger, sickly sweet candles, soft kisses, light pink lipstick, waiting for your lover in the gardens in the dark, being cloistered
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readergirl12
silks brushing against your legs as you walk down the stairs, a slightly too strong smell of smoke-danger, sickly sweet candles, soft kisses, light pink lipstick, waiting for your lover in the gardens in the dark, being cloistered
@mynameisgoliath claim!
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Watching the sun set on the beach at dusk. the soft glow of a full moon. A Snow Leopard licking its lips. a silver insignia on a navy uniform. a shark in a dark ocean
(I tried, okay.)
Last perma is Theispas!
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mynameisgoliath claim!
Watching the sun set on the beach at dusk. the soft glow of a full moon. A Snow Leopard licking its lips. a silver insignia on a navy uniform. a shark in a dark ocean
(I tried, okay.)
Last perma is Theispas!
@Dragara
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the quiet blue sky right after sunrise. a cool, clear, snowless winter night; a snap in the air. the last blue flower, untainted by frost. a dark blue lake, surrounded by leafless trees. a heron flying over that water, the sunlight glinting off of its navy-blue feathers.
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Dragara
the quiet blue sky right after sunrise. a cool, clear, snowless winter night; a snap in the air. the last blue flower, untainted by frost. a dark blue lake, surrounded by leafless trees. a heron flying over that water, the sunlight glinting off of its navy-blue feathers.
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