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Name: Fading LightOwner: piceouswings
Gender: XX
Markings: Redraw: Skeletal Past
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Previous Contest: This particular feline mikri has enjoyed many Christmases, most of them as a ghost. But she misses certain aspects of being alive at Christmas.
- Write a short (meaning 200 words or less please!) paragraph describing a feature of Christmas that she might miss (there are several). Pay attention to the details of the senses (taste, touch, sight, sound and smell) for extra points.
- Don'f forget your claim!
- Entries will be accepted until Dec 25.
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Comments: 21
Ok, since I am pretty sure I can't use a Maternal Instincts to make her children skeletal, could I use a Maternal Instincts to pass on the blue aura or eyes?
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Yes, the aura and the eyes can be maternally influenced.Β
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*collects*
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Claim: Stella
(Saying it as her remembering) "The warm, crackling fire gently fills the room with heat as the smell of the baking cookies filters through the house. I remember biting into the sweet and savory ham that adorned the table surrounded by the many side dishes. The tree is off to the side, lights gleaming with ornaments reflecting the glow making them seem to have a light of their own. I can picture the presents all wrapped in brightly colored paper with trees, snowflakes, and Merry Christmas printed across it. (84) I can feel the rough paper as presents are passed along, some heavier than others. But I don't miss just the inside. I miss feeling the cool breeze. The air tasting crisp as I breathe it in and cheeks becoming rosy red. How white the world was, all blanketed in snow with smoke filling the air from chimneys all around the neighborhood. I miss all these things and so much more.
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Claim: Luu
She will miss Christmas Dinner. The smell of the large ham wafting through the joyous air, the taste of the juicy ham between her teeth, the pressure of the food on her stomach, these will all be missed. She will also miss the sound of rumbling stomachs turning to the sound of swallows to the final contented grunts, and she will miss the taste and feel of eggnog filling her mouth, sliding down her throat, starting to ease at the thirst induced by the ham. The joyous laughter and discussion that is so casually thrown around through the air filled with the sweet scents of the food will also be missed. She can almost taste/feel the Christmas candies melting in her mouth, filling it with the sugary sweet taste that she craves. She will even miss the feeling of her eyelids closing, unable to keep them pried open any longer, her full stomach waiting to be digested.
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Claim: TBN
She will miss opening presents, especially the feel of the different paper textures, some silky, some squeaky, some smooth, some textured, and she'll miss the crunch of crinkling paper and the tearing noise of it ripping. She'll miss the laughter of those opening gifts and the tacky tug of a bow with tape on it stuck to her head. She'll miss the squeak of protest when paper that doesn't rip easily is tugged on and the snap of tape giving way under insistent fingers. Sheβll miss the sometimes pranks of someone wrapping a gift in many layers of paper and their chortling as she tears through them. Sheβll miss the gasp and the giggling and scolding as one box is opened to reveal another within. Sheβll miss shaking presents with an ear to them to try to guess whatβs inside based on the weight and whether or not it makes a sound. Sheβll miss the soft swish of tissue paper in bag gifts. In short, sheβll miss opening presents with loving family.
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Claim: Fading Light
Many winters have come and gone since she last felt the love and warmth of Christmas. She sits, observes, and often tries to remember what the eggnog tasted like. Hot chocolate, candy canes, and fruit cake are all lost forever on a tongue that no longer tastes. She tries to remember what the awkward first kiss under the mistletoe felt like. She would never feel those warm hugs again, or cozy snuggles by the fire. She can almost smell the freshly cut Christmas tree, almost. She misses the way the air smelled fresh and purified after it snowed. She can still hear and see Christmas sure, but it isn't the same. Laughter doesn't sound cheerful and full of love, it just sounds muted and mundane. The twinkling lights and bright ornaments no longer look like they glow on their evergreen perch. Christmas is now a lackluster memory fading quickly with no hope of being renewed. She may be undead, and she may go on forever. But what was once her favorite holiday is becoming a curse that follows her around, year by year until she canβt take it anymore.
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She sighs at the mention of eggnog and the smell of a Christmas tree...
She is yours.
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I have been like flapping my arms now for a few minutes. !!!!!
Gaaaaah!
Think I will exclude myself from the other skeletal Mikri, just in case.
Also, can these guys breed?
I would think it a bit hard considering. o.o
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X3 They can (it has something to do with the auras), but the chance of a skeletal offspring is drastically reduced.
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claim: past frosts
i sat at the window staring out at the city. a world of lights and shadows. i remember how christmases here had ounce been. the forsest alight with candels as people danced and sang and laughed, i remembered worlling amoungst them joy thrilling threw me. i remembered decorating my very first christmas tree, raping it in tinsel and candels. i remember the fire light and stories, the taste of sweet meed and eggnog on my tong and the rough bitter of woodsmoke. i miss all of those things. but there will be more more pasts. more sweet crisp pine trees and laughing children, more frosted winters and songs and dancing. i closed my eyes and smiled as the first snow flake drifted down. casting the world in silence.
hope that was ok
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Claim, Ghost
She peered through the window, the fragile ghost of her breath curling into frosty fingers against the glass. Her jaw snapped in thought as she watched the elder male - probably the father; the young seemed fond of him - pass cookies and cocoa around. The smell, sugary and hot, was a distant memory to her, but she could still feel the lovely smoothness of it on her lips if she really tried to remember. Carols rang in a silvery jingle from the radio in the corner, and several of them sang along. But as wonderful as sweets and music were...
...all of a sudden, the male bundled up his children in a loving embrace, and a female - his mate, she assumed - joined in, tears sparkling on the edges of her eyes.
She dropped from the sill, letting her thoughts dim. Yes. Yes, that was definitely what she missed most.
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Claim: Holly
Something she misses is the touch of her dearest mother who would tenderly hug her as she wrapped a Christmas shawl around her, and the sight of her siblings wearing little Santa and elf hats. She will miss the sight of her father walking in the door with her Grandmother who she hadnβt seen in a year and the distinct smell of peppermint her Grandmother brought into the house with her. She will miss the taste of Christmas ham, itβs salty distinct flavor making her pallet dribble with each bite. And the sweet taste of creamy spiced eggnog she would drink with it. She will miss the thrill of playing with the fallen snow, the chill of rolling in it until her limbs were numb and then the challenge of digging a snow fort before her friends and sibling could thus proceeding into a snowball fight which her brother would usually win with his powerful throws. And finally she will miss how zealous she felt as her family sings holiday tunes to her neighbors and friends around the neighborhood while looking at decorations all strewn out, the vision of soft blinking red and green lights over snowmen and plastic Ikeda.
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Claim : BΕrei
What BΕrei misses the most during the Christmas seasons. She used to bake sweet cookies the ginger bread cookies the sent filled the air, wrapping it self around everything. The sound of the giant fire place in the crackling with sense of security. The way the lights hung from the houses so mystical. Of course they were just some bulbs within plastic shells, to to many they were much more then that, they could dazzle your eyes make you feel like you were walking in wonder land. The sounds of little children walking the cold chilly streets jack frost nipping at their noses, but them not caring singing there beautiful carols for all to hear. The sight of the giant pine in the corner of the house light with brilliant bulbs charms and ornaments and the large star twinkling on top the pine fresh tree making it come to life. The most greatest thing she misses most is sitting with her family enjoying their company unwrapping gifts with them. Hearing their laughter seeing smiles on their faces and the crinkling of wrapping as they tore into gifts.
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Claim: Wisp
Something she will miss is opening presents on Christmas Morning with her family. She'll miss the feel of the wrapping paper she tore from her gifts while she could smell her mother cooking an amazing Christmas Breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. There would be Christmas music playing in the background, and laughter as the gifts were eagerly ripped open. The shine from the Christmas lights and ornaments adorning the tree would reflect in her eyes as she sat around just enjoying the Christmas morning with her family.
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Claim: Noir
One of the Christmas memories she misses the most is the sweet taste of her first glass of wine. It was a tart red, but full of body and flavor with the smell of the sweet grapes and a hint of cinnamon. Her young lips had never delved into such a delicacy, blending perfectly with the roast turkey and all the other mouth watering morsels her family had prepared. With each sip, she tried it with something different, a bit of cheese with one, a dash of nutmeg cookie with another. Each new treat brought a parade of flavor and colors to her palette and mind. It was soon getting harder to concentrate on anything and she was having trouble standing. That holiday season she learned two things; wine is a glorious thing, but should be enjoyed in moderation.
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Claim: Ellionei
She misses attacking the wrapping paper that her family lets fall to the floor, as it crinkles under her weight. She misses hiding in the so many boxes which her family's gifts come from, and the taste of the many delicious treats she snags from her family. But above all, she misses the ribbons. Oh, the ribbons! How she misses batting at them and playing with them... rolling around in paper while attacking them... The ribbons were the best.
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Claim: Nimux
She missed the warm sweet smell that Christmas brought, with its Christmas cookies and fruit cakes. She missed making and eating them with her family where a tingle would go through her fur and a smile always grace her face because the taste was so vividly sweet. She missed a time when she was incredibly happy without having to think about why. She remembered all of the annoying carols flying in the air and pressing her ears against her head in annoyance but looking back she missed them too. What she missed most though, she thought solemnly, was seeing her family.
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Claim: Ahria
She misses the warm, hot chocolaty air that filled the house, causing a glow in the winter tint. She misses snuggling by the fire, watching as it dances until she falls asleep. She misses a house where each of her steps were lit by lights that hung above. She misses the jiggling of bells as she wonder through the house.
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