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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 5, 2008 15:32:09 GMT -5
Gotcha.
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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 5, 2008 16:26:36 GMT -5
Below Iceland, hidden by fog, and buried under brooding clouds; a small island the shap of a teardrop bears the wild, but rather tranquile country Isonthia (In-son' thee-ah) where beasts, carry their liftime in depressing silence. Rain tumbles from the bleak sky, in unceasing torrents, gorging rivets into the earth, and collecting into a flooded river, constantly flushing the excess into the ocean which, when reaching the sun, evaporates into clouds that, drawn by some unfathomable force, replenishes the marchy lands with a shower in an infinite cycle. Ducks waddle slowly through the lakes as if waterlogged, their beeks sagging as they stared into the crystal water that forever spiked with landing raindrops. The seals drifted through the icy currents, their skin paler than common relatives, due to the lack of sun. Their friends, the river otters, look like white silk, their fur constantly slicked down to a silky sheen. Both wild and feral cats remain extinct from the beginning of the Turn when the sun disappeared forever from the cursed land, as well as the vibrant flowers that had dotted the counrty side. Trees: like soggy black skeletons, crying for their loss of lush foliage, replaced with water soaked moss now beginning to fade away in the endless wash of rain. The seasons remain bleak, and colorless, as if the land itself had been drained of all colors. The animals' eyes shifted to a pearly white as they grew accustom to the dark, shadowy landscape. Fish were swept from the lakes, and food became scarce for the seals. They were forced to search for seaweed to stave off the knawing hunger in their stomachs. Soon, the water snakes found themselves run from their homes, chased by the seals driven mad with hunger. They found their kind vanishing like the sun so many decades ago, and they took refuge in the foreign marshes where they hung from the trees to escape the vicious seals' teeth. Three years later, every animal wasted away, and the island sunk to meet its grave at the bottom of the ocean. The clouds cleared, and the sun sparkles on the ocean ubove the island.
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Post by Fang on Jan 5, 2008 16:41:36 GMT -5
You might wanna make a sentence or two out of this. Maybe something like "Flowers are unheard of in this deserted, curse land, etc." Or something... I'm not sure.
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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 5, 2008 17:13:55 GMT -5
Done! Do we wait for Kipcha now?
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Post by Fang on Jan 5, 2008 20:45:07 GMT -5
Yep. Better get out the 5000 page book.
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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 9, 2008 22:45:18 GMT -5
I'm looking for it. I seem to have left it somewhere......... XP
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Post by Kipcha on Jan 13, 2008 17:53:21 GMT -5
Sorry. I took a really long time. Yeah, like Fang said, also with the "Trees:" thing. Also, "They were forced to search for seaweed to stave off their empty stomachs." It should be "to stave off.." and then something like "... off the emptiness in their stomachs" or something. Because4, well, you don't eat to stave off your stomach. But very, very good. 8.7/10.
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Post by Fang on Jan 16, 2008 9:18:26 GMT -5
Too true. =P
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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 18, 2008 22:54:26 GMT -5
Lol, I didn't see that one! XD
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Post by Fang on Jan 19, 2008 13:41:19 GMT -5
Alright... I think Kipcha has another assignment for you. Shall we wait again?
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Post by Foxspirit on Jan 26, 2008 21:25:09 GMT -5
Sure! Only problem would be if you had to wait for me. I've been tons busier ever since school started up again, so you'll have to read by yourself. I'll constantly be on my feet chasing time.
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Post by Fang on Jan 28, 2008 10:10:07 GMT -5
That's fine. It's nice to see at least one of us is responsible... I have about 5 projects due soon and I havn't been doing any of them. =P
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Post by Kipcha on Feb 7, 2008 21:35:53 GMT -5
Okay, now as part two of your first assignment, describe an entirely made up species that lives - or, in this case, used to live - in your made up creature. No less than two paragraphs. And, once again, the criteria: - Full exterior description. - A name. (Of the species, of course, not of each individual one). - Diet. (Plants, stones, meat, ect.) - Habitat. - Predators. (Any natural enemies and/or threats).
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Post by Foxspirit on Feb 18, 2008 16:50:01 GMT -5
You mean, create a creature to live in my made up world? ('Cause I kinda killed it off...... lol)
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Post by Fang on Feb 18, 2008 16:59:30 GMT -5
Yeah, that's what she means. And she said to describe whatever used to live in your world. So you're okay.
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