[dandyLION]

No one had seen Sylvi
Not for years, over ten years.

Hiding behind illusions, being the bump in the night that the forest was known for. Only the animals that resided there knew the truth about this unseen plumerian. Sylvi was petrified of connections, people and conversations.. Everything "plumie" made her jittery and stressed. This is why Sylvi locked herself away in the quiet and stillness that was the heart of the forest. The only place that Sylvi could enjoy the magic of life.

Normally days were quiet and undisturbed, since people thought that the forest was haunted. And it sort of was. But today was extremely different, it was going to be a rather bumpy road for Sylvi Aine because today was the day someone finally found her.

The soft wispy sounds of paw pads drifted through the still forest, and the small chattering of the residents. Something was there. Someone was here. For some reason, this plumie had chosen to stay in a very well known haunted place. Sylvi put on her brave front, her spots illuminating and causing those that saw her to look like there was some terrible monster standing there.

Soon enough, this "monster" was standing in front of the stranger who was staring with awe. Sylvi roared and pounded on the ground, trying to act like rage had consumed her. But the plumerian in front of her sensed something was wrong. It might have been obvious that the creature in front of them was no monster but something scared and odd. So, unlike any before, the stranger stepped forward.

And Sylvi panicked and turned tail. 'H-How.. no one ever sees past my i-illusions!'

Sylvi ran, and as she did so did the illusion of the monster that safe guarded her. She barely understood what had happened and didn't notice that the plumerian stranger was still behind her following a few steps behind her. All Sylvi knew was her overwhelming terror and fear. Her mind was crumbling. And she was slowing down, her paw pads hitting the ground at a slower pace. It wasn't long before the stranger caught up to her, as she was collapsed against a tree.

The soft glow that covered her dark night pelt, was echoed in the trees that made up the small heart of the forest. This was her abode. This was her only home. As the stranger padded forward, Sylvi threw her head back towards them and showed the dark eyes that resembled a small frail child. She was drained, knew she had finally lost. Somebody had found her, and broke everything that she knew.

"Why are you so... alone?" The stranger asked, making sure to keep there voice quiet, realizing that she was like a wounded animal.

"I-I..p-people.. The world doesn't accept me.. L-look at me.." Sylvia choked back tears, when something amazing happened. The stranger moved up to her, knelt down and softly smiled. They pulled out a pendant, one that matched the colour of her lights. It was simple but beautiful. Much like Sylvi.

"Don't be afraid of me, I only wanted to know what had kept this forest so maintained and beautiful.. And don't think that you are a monster.. You are much like this pendent.. something that should be cherished. And you are.. by the family you call this forest."

The strangers words echoed in her ears, and for the first time she had smiled in front of another person. The feeling felt weird on her face, but it felt right. And that was the last thing she remembered before she woke up, still against the tree. Two things had changed. One, the stranger had disappeared. And second, the pendent had been slipped around her neck.

And for the first time, Sylvi saw something rare.
Hope. Gratitude. And odd happiness.



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Username : : r e n
Name : : I chose Ash because when I
first saw them I thought of coal dust,
logs crackling as they burn, bright sparks flying up from fire and drifting
into the wind, heat and smoke.
Gender : : Closeted agender // masculine pronouns.

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Ash felt the damp of wet grass against his back. He lay on the ground beside a friend he had met at work, Cheerio. They had become quite close that week and on this day found themselves laying beside each other on a hill in a park. It was early morning and the sky was a light grey with a scattering of white clouds. The wind brushed over them gently. The only sound was distant birds and Cheerio scribbling a story in his notepad.
Ash lay in thought, his dark tail wrapped around his long legs before turning onto his side to face Cheerio. Quietly, he murmured "Do you think dreams have a meaning?" The golden-yellow plumie rolled his eyes and smiled, but Ash was serious. "Because I have been having these dreams..." he mumbled "And I'm not sure what to make of them. It feels like... like a warning. An omen." With a quiet chuckle, Cheerio rolled onto his front and leaned on his elbows.
"It's probably nothing. Dreams are, scientifically, a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep. So they can only include what you already know. Anything bad that might be of a warning of something could only be something you new about before sleeping or something constructed by your imagination." Ash thought about this. He knew it was rational, but something told him it wasn't the truth.
"Okay." he said, and didn't say another word on the subject.

However, that night he had the dream again.
Ash awoke in a clearing of a dark forest. All around him bright blue lights hovered in the air, the same colour as the lights in his fur. He sat up slowly, unsurprised. The scene was familiar to him. He knew how that dream went - he had experienced it a few times. Ash pulled himself to his feet and sighed, eyes drifting off the the gap in the darkness where the trail of lights led. He wondered if they were insects or something more magical, but - as ever- the floated up and away as he approached them. He began to follow the trail. Darkness grew around him as he left the clearing and trees grew up taller and thicker around him, blocking at the moonlight. The dream ended as all dreams did - quickly and at the best bit. As always, just as Ash reached the end of the trail and found himself in another small clearing, he woke up. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what he saw and what it could have meant. The clearing had had a large pond in the center, lined with black rocks. The water had been aqua blue and shimmering with the reflections of the lights floating above it. White lilies had floated on the water with an alien elegance.

Ash didn't know what the dream had meant, and he doubted he ever would, but that didn't stop him thinking about it all day.

Some stories don't have an ending - this one has just began.

[Yiola]

Username:Misty*
Name: Night Light
Gender:female
Story about this plumie: It was autumn it was a dark day(8). I still wonder how i got this way(8). I used to be a kind spirit but now,I'm all alone(12). Now i'll get to the part where the maybe terrible incident happened(12). Well as a spirit i was training to become a guardian(11). I had made a mistake with one of the protection spells(11). Now you might be thinking magic doesn't exist(8). Well where i come from magic is everything(8). Now lets get back on track(6). Everyone in my guardian training class laughed at me(9). So i ran away from equince thats where i use to live(12). I didn't know where to go but as soon as i tried to see where i was it was to late(21). I landed in a dark woods I've never seen it well not until now(14). I started walking when all of a sudden my fur turned dark(12). I walked farther there where creepy things(7). A grey old plumie kept saying the blue light is here the blue light is here(16). He kept pointing at me until i left then i noticed tiny blue lights in my fur(17) . I now wanted to know what this meant(8). So i walked back towards the old plumie and asked him what he meant(14). He told me the tale of The spirit tree(9). He said it was the only tree that was capable to light the darkness without the darkness fighting back(19). There was a child born under the tree pale as can be(12). All of the sudden i knew that was me. I wondered why my family never told me(8). He also said there's no way to go back(9). I was frighted but i knew i belong here more than any other place in the world(17).

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[Sethh]

▢ Username:
rycia
▢ Name:
Sasha - Alias "Xiu"
▢ Gender:
female
▢ Story about this plumie:
There are a few people in this world who posses the skill of the fabled Xiu ; queen of table tennis. Legend says she enters major competitions, and wins almost every one.
There are few eye witnesses to her matches, they say she marches in with a confident grin on her face, a competitive glint in her eye, brandishing her lucky custom-made fae racket.
There is one thing every person who has ever played against her claim; her fabled beauty. She is said to be the most beautiful plumerian to play this sport, and the most talented. Her dark skin contrasting to her electric blue streaks in her ebony hair, tied up in a messy pony-tail, tall muscular build, and confident posture.

But the most incredible thing about her it her game. She is the most talented player ever to step foot into a match, nothing can get past her. Her racket is like another arm, perfectly in sync with her movements. No doubt years of practice and hard work have went into table tennis. Her movements are usually in perfect form, like a well oiled table-tennis machine. They say she has never lost, though a few claim to have beaten her. There however, have no doubt been a few whom might have bested her, but according to otehr only by sheer luck.

Though in reality most legends are wrong, she gained the title 'The queen of Table Tennis' after beating the former Table Tennis master 'Micheal'. The match was legendary, according to an anonymous source ; "I have never seen anything like it. Micheal couldn't get anything past her, and she couldn't get anything past him. She didn't stop at anything to win, it was like the game at hand was more important than anything around her. Micheal was clearly distressed, for the first time in any match of his I have witnessed he looked genuinely afraid of losing. This went on for at least three hours, eventually when he was exhausted she took her chance, got it past him by chance. I didn't see what happened next, the crowd started screaming her name. Everyone was so happy that someone had beaten Micheal, but just as soon as she showed up, she was gone."

Another match of hers that awed those who heard it was against Shandra, who's Table tennis name was Sham. Shandra was spoken of for her ability to laugh in the face of defeat and not feel a drip of remorse, though remorse would be silly ; it is just a game after all.
Xiu had walked into the match with confidence, but upon seeing Sham she was filled with awe and worry, Shandra was the best female table tennis player ever heard of. Though there was not much of a need to worry. Xiu and Sham each battled to get the ball past the other for an hour. And then Sham got it past her, Xiu was positively destroyed, and called for a re-match. The second time she won.

Though the idea that she never lost a match is a bit preposterous, the legend of Xiu lives on it the hearts of children and adults aspiring to be in the annual Table Tennis Championships.

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[nyota]

rhythm - Caleb Devon - Male

There was a timid knock on the door. Caleb blinked. Composing himself, he assumed a casual posture.
"Come in!" He called.
A rather nervous looking woman entered followed by a scowling boy. As they shuffled in, Caleb silently assessed at the pair of them. First impressions were his favorite part of seeing clients. Single mother probably. For the boy, middle child? 5 feet. Sportsman, but enjoys video games from the look of those hands. His eyes traveled to their faces. He's obviously not happy to be here. Typical, for a boy his age. He seems cocky though. Confident this won't work on him, that he's special. Caleb smiled to himself. Now to see if his predictions were right.

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The woman offered her hand.
"So nice to meet you Mr Devon."
Caleb leaned forward slightly, still relaxed in his chair, and took it. Two shakes and a smile was standard.
"The pleasure is mine, Mrs Collins."
She brightened. In his experience, nervous parents were easy to charm, it seemed. But, it was the boy he needed to impress, who at the moment, he noticed, was furiously looking everywhere but at Caleb's eyes. That was amusing, yet also disappointing for him, as it saddened Caleb how little people really knew about his profession. There was plenty they thought they knew, when in reality most of that was fiction, not fact.
"I assume you know why we are here?"
"Of course Mrs Collins. We discussed earlier. Besides, was I not composed when you walked into my office? Trust me, if I had not known you would be here today this place would be very messy." A little self decapitating humor was always good to break the ice.
She gave a small laugh. "Well it is good we booked an appointment then! Should I leave you to it? I'm not really sure how these things work, to be honest with you."
Caleb laughed also. "Yes that is fine! It would be best if we had a little chat alone." He smiled at her warmly, giving her the impression of friendliness while discreetly indicating now would be a good time for her to leave. She murmured something to her son, then exited the room quietly.

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"So, Dimitri is it?" Caleb studied the boy. "You know my name is Caleb Devon."
The boy (Dimitri) mouthed something that looked like 'Hi.' and crossed his arms, still staring at the roof. Caleb watched him for a moment, wondering if curiosity would win out and he would dare glance at the Hypnotist Who Would Control Him With One Stare. Seeing that Dimitri was extremely determined not to be a mind slave, he decided to make small talk. It was a very effective technique, he had found, for gaining a clients trust. The need to be social is engrained into our skulls, so something familiar like mindless banter is comforting.
"Do you play any sport Dimitri? Soccer? Basketball?" Caleb was certain that Dimitri played neither of these, but he wanted to give the boy an opportunity to talk of himself. People love to do that. However, he remained resolutely silent. Expecting this, Caleb continued as though Dimitri had given a long and fascinating answer. "What about school? Handling assignments well?"
Dimitri shifted. Caleb had touched on what he knew was a sensitive topic, and it had clearly unnerved him.
Barely audible, (and still staring at the roof) he murmured, "You won't be able to hypnotize me you know."
Caleb smiled. He had guessed exactly right with this one. This would be easier than he thought.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"I'm not going to look at your eyes or listen to anything you say. Plus, I prepared my mind."
"I dare you to look at me."
Dimitri was so startled, he almost looked straight at Caleb"What?!"
Caleb smiled teasingly. "I dare you to look and see if you can't be hypnotized." Adolescents can never resist a challenge.
Dimitri lowered his head slightly and glared at Caleb through slitted eyes. Caleb stared calmly back. After about 20 seconds Caleb blinked. "Ah my mind control powers are broken."
He smiled at Dimitri knowingly and winked.
Realization dawning on him, Dimitri grinned and began to laugh.

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[finoodle]

Username: finny.
Name: Luminar (loom-in-are)
Gender: male
Story about this plumie:
{story on how he earned his blue marks}
Luminar has always been a bit peculiar. From birth he has been completely colorblind, and he was only blacks and grays. As a child he was teased for he was not as pretty and colorful as them. When he became a teen it was even worse. He was bullied nd practically forced into being alone. With no parents or siblings of any kind, he relied on the Forrest to take away his pain. The tree roots were his bed, and the moss his pillow. The animals his friends, and the plants the ones he could tell anything.

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[quietlights]

Username:

a s h e s .

Name:

Peceton (peh - say - ton) (meaning wisp in Esperanto)

Gender:

Male

Story about this plumie:

Pec dashed through the glade, heavy footfalls behind him. They would never get to him. His father had been one of them, the men set his companions free. Lonely as he was, his small field of wooden pens and healing animals had made it bearable. In comforting those injured creatures, they had brought a warmth to his heart that prevented him from completely isolating himself. An icy layer of frost crept over his soul, hardening and shielding him from pain. In doing so, he shut himself out from the world, cold and placid as the friends he once knew. By now, Pec knew that there would be no going back. He hid within his guarded shell, coming across as hateful and judgemental to others. Time and hardship had whittled his sensitivity down to the core. He was numb to everything, simply drifting through the forest looking for the occasional insect or flower to keep him company. Soon after, he discovered comfort in collecting and sorting things. He spends countless hours sorting gems and plants, arranging them carefully to make art.

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will pretty up if enough time

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