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  • WATERFALL - plot with Echo flower!


    making!
    Flamey and mildew, yes to both! who makes?

  • I've got this friend | mass meet & greet

    Mass meet and greet? The echoflower would definitely attend,
    especially since their owner had already brought them over to the growing group. The flower
    was beginning to like 'meets and greets', it always brought a crowd together and more
    chances to showcase their abilities! The small flower glowered with what felt like glee,
    and their blue glow subtly shifted to a more teal hue. 'Hiya Bigby, it's nice to meet you!'


    Oh! The Echoflower recognized the voice almost instantly, it was one of their... friends? Or something.
    Hadn't their name started with a R? The echoflower's memory was too short for names, but they
    were trying. They had also recognized some other voices there, but it was hard to pinpoint which
    ones in crowds.

  • PLOT WITH FLOWEY =]


    Hi Squidkid!
    and I can make it in a bit!

  • talking flowers are in - PRIVATE, FLOWEY

    The Echo Flower was visiting.


    Visiting from where? Why were they visiting? Who were they visiting? These were all very
    good questions, but not a single one that the glowing, blue flora could answer - in any way.
    So they waited out in the open, where everyone could easily see and find them.


    They waited. The frigid wind rustled their petals and the snow chilled their roots
    but the Echo Flower didn't lose hope. There were others around - they could hear
    it. The voices, one after another, were full of... something, and the flora's mind whirred
    with excitement.


    They mimicked the voices, carefully and exactly to no one but themselves. They waited.


    Hours - or was it minutes? - ticked by, each second meaningless as the next to the flower -
    Wait.
    Wait.
    Wait.


    It was a beautiful night outside, snow was falling and birds were sleeping...


    The glowering flora had reached out mentally and blindly, but found nothing. The welcoming
    presence of their owner was long gone, swept away by the wind. Unanswered questions danced
    in the wind, and in their mind. Once more, their petals brightened as they swayed and chattered endlessly.
    Of course, even with super senses, the Echo flower hadn't gotten the hint that most Windclanners
    were sleeping at this time.


    Afterall, on nights like these, flowers like them... should have company.

  • talking flowers are in - PRIVATE, FLOWEY

    'Howdy, BUDDY.' The new voice was unexpected, but not unwanted.
    Somebody had came! The Echo flower's excitement was quickly projected into mimicking
    the greeting, which lasted for several minutes. Ohh yes, they could finally be of use again! The
    Echo flower brightened once more happily, and momentarily forgot they were trapped in Windclan
    until further notice. Quickly, they found themselves crafting a new message to give out:


    'Oh, dear. I sure do hope nobody finds out I killed LUNAE.'
    the glowing flora telepathically called out, their own voice manipulated to sound like Mettaton.
    Well, telepathic voice. The message had no real bearing to them, but something... familiar
    sparked in their tiny mind. The flower tried the best of their limited ability to ignore this.


  • talking flowers are in - PRIVATE, FLOWEY

    The blue flora's blue-tinted glow brightened with an growing aura of what
    could be described as... eagerness, an unfamiliar emotion for the flower. The message they had
    been repeating had died off mid-sentence, still unaware fully of flowey's true intents. The
    echo flower had found themselves speaking already, and immediately swept aside their few,
    loitering 'thoughts'.


    'I'm a stupid ECHO FLOWER-' hey, that was their name! Were they being complimented?
    The echo flower was used to compliments, back home they'd had plenty of admirers.
    Still, a warm sensation had flooded their petals, and the blue hue quickly faded into a violet.
    '-and there is absolutely NO point in my existence!" the flower jeered back, their voice
    manipulated to perfectly match Flowey's, down to the laugh. Were they... were they talking about
    them, again? The echo plant was left to wonder, and their words quickly ceased.

  • death of the lusii ;; WIP

    Everything was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! You didn't know where
    to begin with it - the ground, the air, or the fact you could feel any of it?


    Now, now. Your problems wouldn't had made the slightest of sense to anyone else,
    and certainly not to a living, breathing Skaian(?) civilian. Luckily, you weren't anyone else;
    nor were you a civilian.


    No, you were RAMGAROOMOM, and up until recently, you were nothing
    but an empty voice.




  • my mind is a kaleidoscope • open, introduction

    Warmth. Something the unnamed cub craved immensely the moment
    she was born.


    Or, more specifically, the warmth of her mother. The tiny lion cub had parted her jaw
    in an incoherent protest, with nonsensical words spilling forward from her mouth.
    There was a sudden lose of coziness the cub didn't like, as her mother stepped away
    and she desperately wanted it back. Shakily, she rose her head with great struggle
    in the direction of the vague, blurred figure of her mother.


    Then, with every ounce of strength her fragile body could muster, she propelled her paws
    forward in a clumsy fashion. Not quite running, but full of stumbles and falls to the finish
    line - otherwise known as Zara. Away from the foreign voices, and ignorant to
    the naming ceremony, the hiccuping cub hardly noticed the leafy herb she had stomped over -
    Parsley - as she desperately attempted to hug the front leg of Zara.


    Parsley, yes parsley, would soon become the young lioness' name.



  • my mind is a kaleidoscope • open, introduction

    / thanks! I look forward to role playing here


    Parsley had only felt a flutter of a breeze on her back when Shiren had shot past
    and missed, seconds before the cub happily collapsed into Zara's fur. She snuggled
    closer, and buried her head deeply into her chest. Safe and sound, the soft heartbeat
    of her mother was very calming to her previously-panicked nerves.


    "Mmaffff," the child babbled, and bobbed her head up and down in an
    almost gleeful pattern. Happy, happy colours she hadn't seen before danced in
    the edge of her blurred vision. "mmff," she repeated, and squinted
    through her mama's fur past Shiren.

  • Shiren grew to Level 7 shiren learned Nasty Plot (open)

    The lion cub didn't understand a lot of things in life, and one of these
    things were the frutsial who had tried to attack her the other day. She was still learning,
    step by step, but she couldn't... couldn't understand the shrieking Shiren had did, or why.
    Which was why Parsley had wandered over, to better understand the mystery that was Shiren.


    Parsley lingered uncertainly a bit from the duo, her orange gaze fixated intently
    on Shiren's feet, or somewhere close. Parsley squinted, but everything was still
    too blurry to see what the duo was doing. "Hhai-," she commented after several seconds,
    only to cough right after. What was supposed to be a simple greeting became a mushed-up
    sentence of who-knows-what.


    //a bit rushed