[epimetheus]

i'm def trying if i get the time wth! :O
based off of a pastel lightning piebald ball python perhaps?

[she wolf warrior]

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username; she wolf warrior
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non owner

name; Kestrel
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gender; male
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ranking; hunter
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paint color; red
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key traits; stealthy,
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agile, brutal,
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keen memory,
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compassionate
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get ur snek game on; axanthic pastel?

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In kestrel's tribe, each member of age has to be given a certain color, and pattern by their shaman, which is always the eldest women in the tribe. Each color has it's meaning, labeling the characteristic traits of individual tribe members. His pattern also symbolizes memory and agility, deeming him exceptionally sneaky in the eyes of his fellow tribe members. In his tribe, red means brave, caring, and strong, but Kestrel specifically shows more of the 'caring and strong' part. His shaman told him, word for word, 'Kestrel, I have watched you, waiting for your coming-of-age day. I am proud of you for making it all this way, and therefore you have earned your paint. The color red symbolizes passion and brutality. It is up to you to decide whether you will use this for good, or for evil." Those words ingrained into Kestrel's soul, something he will never forget. In his tribe, it is customary for all plumies of age to remember their ceremony, and to display their colors with pride. It is a major dishonor to cover up, remove, or re-color the paint. Each shape, color, and pattern is also customary to remember, as they usually paint it in a sacred cave. If an individual can't remember, they will be cursed by the shaman.



In Kestrel's tribe, the sun means 'everlasting', often perceived as memory. The shaman has decided that his memory must be very keen.


Many straight lines in his tribe symbolize patience and calmness, but the dots also imply the lack of complete calmness within. Kestrel has good patience, but in reality is not fully so.

Yet another sun mark (resembling memory), although without the dot in the center it means something slightly different: strength. Kestrel is very strong, aiding to his brutality. I advise you stay away from Kestrel when he reaches his brutal point


This symbolizes agility; in this case, the streaks and dots mean 'fast'. The longest stripe symbolizes leadership. The longer the dots and stripes on a plumie's paint, the higher leadership status they have. His shaman's paint is very elegant and has many long markings. Kestrel doesn't have very many long markings, but as plumies in this tribe get older, the shaman may reconsider and add more markings.

by me

Kestrel is very loyal and dedicated. He'll do anything, no matter the cost, for anyone who's been true to him. He is very forgiving, but sometimes he can hold a grudge that will make you want to disappear. He will use anything against you if he feels the need to. He's quick, keen and adaptive, and always remembers to keep himself on his toes. He never lets his guard down, and is always prepared for the worst. He is quite patient, but like everyone else, he has a limit. His memory is as sharp as a knife, so be prepared, it can come in handy and it can be your worst enemy. He will stop at nothing during a fight, and has even been known to forget what he was fighting about in the first place. He can be very vague at times. Despite all of that, he is very trustworthy, and will guard you and your secrets like a watch dog. Even if you're on his bad side, he'll still be somewhat fair, only if you give him some sense of respect. The code he lives by is, " Respect me, and i'll respect you. " . He is very passionate about certain things, such as hunting, as that is his rank in his tribe. He is proud to call himself 'the lead hunter', which makes him feel important. He loves rushes of adrenaline, and spends his free time practicing hunting, running, or anything that'll get his blood pumping. He is named Kestrel for his intelligence, speed, and sense of memory, resembling the falcon namesake he was given. Despite his harsh exterior, he is quite soft on the inside, and truly wants to cuddle at the end of the day. Kestrel loves life as it is, and would to anything in his power to protect the lives of others.




Sometimes, Kestrel can go completely unnoticed, which is actually quite scary, as he's always trying to get people to notice him. He prefers to hunt alone, so this trait is also a helpful skill in that department. He's mastered the art of silence, and can easily camouflage with rock rocks due to his pelt color. Some even feel disturbed by his stealth, and are always relieved when they know where he is.


Kestrel also uses this trait for hunting, and it comes in handy when showing who's boss or engaging in friendly competitions. Kestrel can easily slip through small spaces, and he's quite flexible. He often challenges others to race, knowing he'll win.


Kestrel shows no mercy to anyone who has betrayed him, his friends or loved ones, or even anyone in his tribe. He will taunt them to no end, often with witty comebacks and rude glares to follow. He'll only back off if you apologize to him, even then he'll still hold a grudge.


Kestrel's memory is very sharp, and fellow tribe members often call him the " elephant hunter, " but they mean it in a good way. Kestrel can remember things from his childhood, explaining them as if they were yesterday, and never forgetting to do a task or something someone has asked him. He is exceptional at " memory games ", and often uses memory to his advantages in hunting also.


Despite his stubborn and rude appearance, Kestrel really does care and is very compassionate about his family, tribe, hunting and other small things, such as collecting feathers, playing with the wisps, and training. Once he's set his mind to something, you can't stop him.




Kestrel enjoys Krieg's company, as he's quite a lot like Kestrel when he was a child. Krieg is very mischievous, yet quite curious and misunderstood, very much like Kestrel. Krieg and Kestrel do enjoy playing games with each other, and often teasing or playfully fighting with each other. Kestrel likes Krieg because when Kestrel has Krieg as company, he feels like a child once again. He also enjoys Krieg because he can get a good laugh out of him, and his blunt attitude makes Kestrel laugh a bit too. Despite having small arguments with Krieg, Kestrel loves his company.


Kestrel finds Bahiti a bit odd, but he enjoys listening to her stories. Bahiti's loud yet warming personality startled Kestrel at first, as usually everyone he knows is quiet and quite shy, but Bahiti was nothing like them. Kestrel met Bahiti while she was out on an adventure, and luckily for the two they bumped into each other. Kestrel was out on a hunting patrol, and Bahiti was out on an adventure. Of course, Kestrel was quite afraid of her at first, as she was very interested in him and his paint, so he ended up telling her about his tribe, and soon befriended her. Kestrel does trust Bahiti, and has told her a few secrets and special things about his tribe, such as the wisps. Kestrel does enjoy Bahiti's company, yet he still finds her a bit odd.



Kestrel's tribe lacks a name, but he calls it 'nyumbani', meaning 'home' in his native language. In this tribe, there are many rituals and beliefs, all of which are special to Kestrel. In this tribe, the eldest woman plumie is the leader, always, which then they call her " the shaman. " She is responsible for giving plumies their tribal paint, rankings, and to keep the tribe in order. Everyone in their tribe has certain colors, markings and patterns to represent who they are as a person. In this case, red means brutality and passion, specifically chosen by the shaman for Kestrel. When each plumie comes of age, they are required to be given paint by their shaman in a special ceremony. each plumie is given special markings, paint color and a speech by their shaman, which it is customary for each plumie to remember their ceremony. After the ceremony ends, they are required to paint their new pattern in a sacred cave, where all of the plumies ever to be in the tribe have painted their designs. If they were to be ruined or destroyed by any plumie, they would be kicked out and cursed by their shaman, for them to never return.The shaman gives each plumie a ranking, and in this case Kestrel is places at lead hunter, and honor to have, although his markings signify not much leader power, he still strives to make up for it. This tribe also believes in wasting nothing, so they use everything they take, and remember to give back to the earth, planting trees or picking up trash left by other plumies. Keep in mind, they do live in modern time, and they are disgusted when people think that they have no concept of modern technology or devices which they know of and use often. Lastly, each plumie is expected to live up to their title, never stepping out of bounds, or betraying their tribe. If they were to, they would immediately be kicked out. This tribe believes in honor and dignity, and so far they live up to their beliefs.





Kestrel isn't one to believe in many things but Will-o-wisps are truly a reality to him. Will-o-wisps are considered to bring good luck and guidance to anyone who is lucky enough to see them, and Kestrel is one of the lucky few. Over the time that he and he tribe had existed, there have only been about 3 plumies who have caught sight of them, Kestrel included. As a child, he was playing outside of his camp and fooling around, like any pup should be. He'd been too absent minded and playful to even realize what was going on around him, so he wandered far away from the camp. This was unfortunate for most pups, but this time it was a good thing. Kestrel bounced along, giggling and humming as he went. Suddenly, a blue flicker flashed across the forest floor, and Kestrel snapped out of his " childish daze ". A faint whipsy noise began to grow louder behind Kestrel, so he whipped around. Nothing was there. Kestrel began to panic, as he soon realized his camp was nowhere in sight. He didn't remember which was was where he came, so he sat and began to whimper slightly. He got back up, and continued to slowly walk deeper into the woods, scared and nervous. Kestrel wasn't usually a foolish pup, but that day didn't seem to be so lucky at first. Then, the blue flicker darted across the forest floor again. The whispy noise followed behind it, and a faint hum began to fill the forest. Kestrel panicked, and his eyes widened. A blue, jellyfish-like creature floated before him. It didn't have a face, mouth or eyes, just a floating blue dot. He whispered to himself, "...'Could it be...? Is this what they told me about?'" He cocked his head to the side, and whispered again, " This.. this is a will-o-wisp..? " The wisp began to float towards Kestrel, and he began to feel nervous again. The wisp flew over him, and stood still, as if it were waiting for him to follow it. As if it were magic, more and more began to fill in behind the first one, making a line of sorts. He whispered again, " do they want me to follow them?.. " Then, he proceeded to trot towards the wisps. As put out his paw to touch one, and it disappeared. He gasped, took a step back, and the wisp reappeared again. He sighed, and walked forwards, making the wisps vanish as he walked forward. The humming noise was quite soothing after a while, and he felt calm. After walking for a bit, he'd reached the camp again. He gasped, and looked behind him. The wisps were gone. The faint whispy noise once filled the air again, and a single wisp floated next to him. He touched it, and it disappeared. That was Kestrel's first encounter with the wisps, but it was not the last. Regularly Kestrel goes to that part of the woods as an adult now, and sits and plays with the wisps, taking notes and studying them, to share with his tribe members. He feels a connection to the wisps, as if he were meant to wander off that day.





As a pup, Kestrel had a very simple and easy life at first, frolicking and playing with no worries or regrets. His parents were there for his childhood, teaching him to way of the tribe, and showing him the way as he grew. He did have quite a bit of an attitude, as he was quite a bold pup, saying what he pleased. He grew up, oblivious to danger and any serious problems within the tribe, and this was not a good thing, as he somewhat grew up not knowing about the real dangers of the world. His parents tried to conceal him from any harm, danger or bad thoughts, which often lead to him being quite naive and oblivious. In fact, he'd not even learned about life itself, the most valuable thing on the planet. One fateful evening, there was a large and abnormal thunderstorm, shaking up the camp and the plumies within. Kestrel thought nothing of it, and continued to chat away to the other children in the tribe. A large crack of lightning streaked across the sky, and a large boom followed behind it. Everyone else in the camp was shaken up, nervous and startled, but Kestrel seemed to be the " bravest " in the camp. Suddenly, the shaman called for a meeting, and she announced everyone come to the shaman's den. All plumies with all different sorts of paint, markings and expressions entered the den, nervous and scared. The shaman announced, " We have one patrol still out in the forest, does anyone know who's not here? ". Kestrel turned his head, still pretty laid back, but panicked slightly. He noticed all of the other plumies bumbling around, checking for others to be present or not. Finally, one plumie called " Where are Kestrel's parents? ". Everyone began to shake their heads, and Kestrel began to worry. This was the first time he'd felt this feeling, and he didn't like it one bit. He paused, and yelled, " Where are my parents? ". The shaman finally hesitated, and said, " I'm sorry, dear Kestrel, i'm afraid they've been caught in the storm. Let's hope for the best and hope they're okay. " she said calmly. Kestrel was infuriated, how could she be so calm if members of her tribe are in danger? " No! I won't wait! " He hollered as he flew out the door, and no one bothered to go and get him. He was filled with rage, and he stomped out of the camp, into the woods, pouring rain. His pelt was matted and wet, and it was very uncomfortable. He stopped, and a crack of lightning again beamed down onto a tree, setting it on fire, right in front of his eyes. He shrieked, now feeling more fear than he'd ever experienced in his short life. He began to yell, " Mom, dad! help me! " and he completely abandoned his mission. He began to race back to the camp. Another boom of thunder erupted in the air, and he began to run faster and faster, more determined to get back to the camp. " this was a bad idea. the worst i've ever had. " he thought to himself. He could feel he wasn't too far away from the camp now, so he slowed down a bit. Another crack of lightning struck this time, setting another tree on fire, this time is fell down, right in front of Kestrel. He screamed, and he felt a few ember flakes sizzle out on his pelt. There was no way around, and there was no hope now. He couldn't jump over it, his legs were too short! He just sat down, and began to cry. He'd never really cried like this before, as he was often too stubborn to show how he felt. suddenly, he felt himself lift off of the ground, above the burning tree, and through the forest, towards the camp. Kestrel gasped, and looked up to see his father carrying him through the forest, and his mother limping behind him. They made it to the camp, and his mother collapsed as soon as she reached the camp. Tears welled in Kestrel's eyes, and his mother began to weep too. " I thought i'd never see you again " she said, her eyes heavy with tears. Her pelt was stained with soot and ember, and he could feel her weakened aura, and felt sympathy for the first time in his life. His father lay down next to her, and began to nuzzle her, in fear of losing her. This had definitely been the most stressful night for Kestrel, and he'd never want it to happen to anyone. His mother recovered, and he was very lucky for them to have seen him. Kestrel would do anything for them, and would never give them up.




Kestrel has a deep love with painting, so in his spare time or when he's out hunting, he'll gather pretty or large feathers and leaves, berries and twigs to make his own paint, paintbrushes and canvases. He crushes berries to make paint, which he re-uses and enjoys the process of crushing the berries, he carves paintbrushes out of twigs, and adds fur to the tip to make it a true paintbrush, and he uses the feathers and leaves as his canvases. He takes pride in his paintings, and hangs them up in his den, making sure to display each one carefully. Each painting has significant meaning to him, such as a time in his life or something he enjoys.
like this or this

example by Kestrel, the first time he saw a cardinal, so he drew it on a feather.






by Takeda Takahashi

by The swagses

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by me

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by rockosaur

Special thanks to Forever United. for helping me out, critiquing my form, and for letting me use their plumies for relationships. Thank you so much!!

I'd just like to say thank you to the people who helped me out, you're awesome, and great people. And thank you for letting me have a shot at winning this plumie, and thanks for reading over my form. Have a lovely day, and I hope you enjoyed my form.
Forever United.'s plumerians can be found here.

[Byrdee ★]

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i shall watch over everything MUAHHA

[saka.]

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username;; Jᴏʀᴅᴀɴ ♥
name;; koyuya - light to dark
gender;; female
snek game m8;; axanthic ball
python perhaps?
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koyuya is known to be quite mysterious, sticking to the shadows every chance she is
provided with. years of mental and physical torture has built a strong shell around
her brain and heart; she's hard to break. Which sometimes makes her immune to
feeling specific emotions,which makes it hard for someone to guess her emotion
just by the looks portrayed on her face. she's very quiet, giving others the impression
that she knows nothing about her surroundings, when really she knows almost
everything about them. She's extremely observant and takes note of every word
another plumerian says, eagerly waiting for the right moment to use it against it.
when she's exposed to social environments, she becomes a pretty obnoxious
little trouble maker, purposely embarrassing other plumerians for the hell of it,
until that plumerian stands up to her. Then she will admire their strength, she
is respectful towards anyone that dares to face her.
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in her tribe, each symbol painted on her body represents a life she has saved. in
koyuyas tribe, medics are highly valued, as most do not understand the complicated
ways of healing. each symbol is centered around the name of the plumerian whom
has had a near death experience and successfully nursed back to health by koyuya.
the colors play a role in the symbol as well, as if koyuya is not able to heal someone,
the symbol will be painted on black. if she succeeds, the symbol is painted on red.
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lol my form is bland

[IrkenChu]

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[kayyye]

username; Skettchy
name; Imamu
meaning: Spiritual Leader
gender; Male
tribal paint and their symbolic meaning; Res
get ur snek game on; Axanthic Pastel?

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Kaylous
His name translates to burning spirit of the forest.

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Kaylous is Male.
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p e r s o n a l i t y

Kaylous is intelligent, humorous and brave. Yet he doesn't particularly enjoy attention, and often tries his best to not get in a fight. Kaylous favours Kuran, a wolf who was raised in the tribe of Elliku since he was a pup. Kuran acted like a brother to Kaylous, though he was never respected as much due to him being a wolf. Kuran received his markings before Kaylous, the tips of his ears were painted blue. Their leader, or 'founder' as he likes to be referred to, said the blue on Kuran's ear tips symbolised life and enjoyment. In the tribe, the colour blue meant peace, harmony and choice. As a young Plumerian, Kaylous learned the ways of the tribe quickly, and surpassed in the ranks. Soon, he was the rank just above Kuran. Kuran had an arrogant personality, and he disliked his so called adopted brother having a higher rank than him. Their bond weakened, but was still there, just not as strong as before. Kaylous never grew close to anyone in the tribe, he liked to stay hidden to try and avoid any drama. He has a kind personality, very generous and accepting. It's a good thing, but sometimes he trusts plumerians when he shouldn't. Oddly enough, Kaylous is a talented liar, it's impossible to tell if he's either lying or telling the truth. Kaylous tries to do the best he can for his tribe, by supplying them with fresh food and water whenever he can. He has a rather low rank in the tribe though honestly doesn't mind, he prefers not receiving any attention. Kaylous isn't very shy around others, and is actually very confident, just not a fan of getting involved in something unnecessary. When no one is paying close enough attention, Kaylous likes to go for a stroll outside of the tribe's territory. It's against the rules, but if he was ever caught, Kaylous could just lie that he thought he saw something that could be a threat. The tribe is based in the rainforest, which is hard for Kaylous because he prefers open spaces. Kaylous always dreams of just leaving, finding a quiet valley and just staying there. Though he knows those dreams could never become reality.

the e l l i k u tribe

The Elliku Tribe is the name of the tribe Kaylous lives in. Elliku means never defeated, so you can see why that was the chosen name. The tribe is hidden deep within a rainforest, surrounded by vast mountains and beautiful rivers. When a plumerian comes of age, they receive three symbolic marks on their pelt. The marks have very important meaning, and are considered as part of a plumerian. If a mark is somehow smudged or completely erased, the plumerian will not receive anymore markings. Instead, they will join a low rank known as 'Ellumaka', translating as the damaged ones. When a plumerian looses a mark, it is thought of as a punishment, not a coincidence. There are various colours the marks can be painted in. Each colour has it's own unique meaning. The leader, or 'founder' as he likes to be called, has no marks, showing that they are strong enough to not need protection. If a new leader is announced, the to-be-leader will have all their marks washed away. The second in command is the 'Endura' or known as the new light. The endura's responsibility is to organise the tribe and make sure plentiful amounts of food and water keep coming in. They also organise patrols to scan the territory's borders. The lowest rank, even lower than the Ellumaka's, are the Eron. Eron are responsible for keeping the tribe's main gathering place clean and hygienic, as well as assisting the healer (the Ekalli) with the wounded or sick. As you might've noticed, the name of each rank begins with an 'E' apart from the leader/founder. For the Elliku Tribe, E is a sacred letter. No one is quite sure why, it's just a well kept tradition. The tribe makes the paint they use for the symbols from various types of berries surrounding the area where they live. To create the paint, they simple mash the berries together with their paws. The tribe is many generations old, and have managed to remain hidden in the depths of a rainforest. Their diet is native fruit, including the berries they use to create the paint. They drink fresh water from streams, occasionally catching some fish.

s t o r y :: explaining the tribal paint's symbolic meaning

Kaylous is tired. His mind is bubbling. He's feeling fidgety. His thoughts trouble him greatly. Kuran has seen there's an outsider, approaching the border. Any other day, Kaylous would have ignored this small disturbance. But not today. Today was the day Kaylous received his painted symbols. He heard Kuran, a wolf, approach. Kuran's dull grey pelt showed no sign of injury, but his eyes showed intense worry and confusion. "Wolf Kuran," Kaylous addresses the abnormally large wolf. Kuran huffs in response, the tips of his ears tinged with a pale light blue. Of the tribe known as Elliku, Kuran was the only being who was not Plumerian. In a way, Kaylous didn't know what to think of the strange beast. But, even so, Kuran was like a brother. Kuran had grown in the tribe's ranks, though still not yet confirmed as a true member. They had only tinged his ears, as they felt any symbolic patterns were not necessary for a wolf.



K a y l o u s POV

"Kuran," I keep my voice firm but respectful, "take me to the border. I want to see if the sighting of an outsider is true."
Kuran dips his head, and leads the way with the quick whip of his tail. Having not yet received my symbols, I am only just above the rank which Kuran currently holds. Today was the day I finally gain my marks.
Kuran's yellow wolf eyes glare at me, warning me to duck down and stay hidden. We both creep carefully through the forest floor, Kuran staying close to the edge of the territory. I hear a muffled voice. "Where am I?" a female Plumerian's voice. She's sobbing. "Where am I?" she sobs again, louder. She screams, slamming her paws against a nearby tree. "I don't know what to do! Where am I? What am I doing here? I don't understand!"

"She doesn't look like a threat," I whisper to Kuran. He looks suspicious. 'Yeah, maybe you're right," I answer. "It could be a trap."
We both edge closer, keeping low. "Someone help me!" she screams once more, "save me! Please, please, please..."

"It won't hurt to take a look..." I tell Kuran. He snorts. He knows he can't disobey my orders if I decide we approach. After a few seconds, the soft side of me takes over my suspicions. I don't want to startle her, so I tell Kuran to stay back. He shakes his thick pelt in annoyance. Basically saying it's not my fault if something happens. I grit my teeth and rise from the undergrowth, standing on all my four paws. She isn't frightened or surprised. She waves her paw in front of me like I'm an illusion. "Are you going to save me..?" she croaks, her voice barely a whisper. I ignore her question and my inquisitive side falls into place. "What are you doing here?" I hide back a growl. "I don't know!" she shouts, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! I need to know why!"

"Calm down!" I'm agitated. "Just tell me what you know. You must know something."
"All I can remember is that I was bird watching with my mate, Jupiter. And then bam. A storm picked up, I couldn't find Jupiter. The storm was bad. Like, really bad. I think I fell unconscious and woke up here."
"I don't remember a storm," I say in frustration, "Is this rehearsed?"
"No, no, no!" she is quick to answer, "there was a storm. I swear. Just please, I'm begging you to help me!"
"I don't know how to help you," I say soothingly, "but I can take you to safety."
"At the moment, that's all I really need!" she sounds so relieved, "and food, water, Jupiter, sleep...well you get it!"
I laugh half-heartedly. "Your name?" I question. "Celestia," Celestia says, "um, where are my manners? What's your name?"
"Kaylous," I smile, "I'm Kaylous."


I look behind me and I see Kuran's eyes glaring at me. I motion for him to stay hidden, he could scare Celestia. Kuran's intense stare burns into me as I lead a plumerian I barely know to the hidden camp of our tribe.
Everyone gives me odd glances as I walk into camp, followed by Celestia. "Cylan wouldn't like this," someone whispers cautiously. Cylan was the descendant of the plumerian who founded the tribe. He was considered as the leader, even though he was rarely ever at the tribe. He disappears and appears when he pleases. Cylan was of course at the camp today, he always returns to celebrate the painting of the symbols. Celestia and I enter Cylan's lean-to. We leave Kuran behind. Cylan appears grumpy, "you woke me from my sleep!" he moans. "It's important," I'm quick to react, "Kuran and I found this plumerian, Celestia, lost along the borders of our territory."
"Huh?" Cylan snorts, "well, Celestia. We, I speak for the tribe, welcome you to our home."
Cylan's curly hair is mattered and his feathers are slightly bent. Probably from his sleeping position. "Thanks so much for the warm welcome," Celestia replies. "Hush," says Cylan, "I did not give you permission to speak."
"What are we going to do about...her?" I ask Cylan, "I mean, we can't just ignore her."
"As you know," Cylan's voice shows hints of annoyance, "the symbol gathering is soon to begin. Let her stay, and after the ceremony we'll decide what it is we must do."
I dip my head, "thankyou for the hospitality, leader."
Cylan sighs, "I'm not your leader. I'm more of the founder. Now, leave. Let me sleep."

Celestia laughs awkwardly, "what's up with him?"
I laugh back. "The question should be what's not up with him."
~.~
The sun was setting as the tribe's feared but respected leader climbed up onto the base of the towering boulder. "Tribe of Elliku, the burning blaze of the sun and the cool breeze of the moon unite us," Cylan begins. Most of the tribe has gathered to listen. The others soon join. "Under the calling of the heavenly sky, we call upon Kaylous," he spits out my name like it's poison. Was it a mistake bringing Celestia here? No. It's my big moment. I should enjoy it. I glance over at Celestia, and she nods, go fot it. I slowly make my way and stand directly underneath the boulder. "The symbol gathering has begun!" announces Cylan. The plumerians of the tribe and Celestia cheer. "As the so called founder of Elliku, I am the first of whom will decide one of the three symbols for Kaylous, and the colour which we will imprint them in."

Cylan narrows his eyes, "I choose the colour of red, meaning defiance, intelligence and the inner strength of a hero. Red is one of the vibrant colours which form the beautiful sunset, red commands the sun."

He retrieves a small pile of bright red berries. Using his paws, he mixes them into a liquid substance. "The marking I shall choose has the meaning of shattered light of the sun. Shattered light is delicate and unpredictable, the sun is strong and independent," explains Cylan. He reaches out for my paw, and paints four lines circling around it, one of dashes. Before Cylan is complete he whispers into my ear, "It was a mistake bringing Celestia here. I can sense she has a mischievous aura. Though that does not mean I will deprive you of your markings, which you have respectfully earned."

I dip my head, "thankyou, oh great founder. My first symbol has great meaning to me, and I will apply myself to it's uses."
Those exact words are the words the receiver of the symbols must say after receiving his or her first.
"Now I will choose the next symbol giver," Cylan scanned the crowd. "Kuran."

Kuran humbly approaches the red mixture, and dips in his paw. Kuran is a wolf, and it is the first time an animal other than a plumerian has given a symbol. He place his paw on my shoulder. Kuran paints on a circle, dots around the outiside and a precise dot in the centre. He howls. "Kuran has chosen the symbol of the gracious sun. It symbolises hope, beauty and perfection. The dot in the centre, known as the sun's core, means hidden secrets and kept promises," explains Cylan. "Now, Kaylous, it is your turn to pick whom you will receive your next symbol from."

I was never really particularly close to anyone, apart from Kuran. I scan the crowd and a starry pelt catches my eye. "Celestia," I say. Gasps erupt from the crowd. "She isn't even part of the tribe!" someone shouts. Cylan looks disappointed, "if it is the receiver's wish."

Celestia awkwardly stands up and clumsily make her way towards the red mixture. She dips in her paw. "I choose the symbol of a burning flame," her voice wobbles. She feels stressed. "It represents Kaylous' spirit as a flame which will never die. A spirit which always knows the right decision to make, and will rise in the midst of chaos."

She leans against me and paints a formation of dots around my eyes, then I can feel her drawing a line or two from my forehead to the tip of my nose. Celestia whispers, "the spiralling flame hidden inside of you can only grow brighter."

"This brings us to the end of our ceremony. Kaylous is now a full member of our tribe," Cylan announces. No cheers from the crowd. Just a stunned voice, "why Celestia?"

A male plumerian's voice interrupts what Cylan was about to say. "Celestia? I heard her name. Is she here?" a plumerian steps into the camp. Celestia stares. "Jupiter?" she gasps, "you're...you're..."

She runs towards Jupiter and wraps her paws around him, "I thought I'd lost you..."
Her paws were still stained red, the substance seeped into Jupiter's brown fur. II feel a pang in my stomach. A sharp, horrible pain. Did I develop feelings for Celestia?

"I'm so, so happy to see you again!" Jupiter returns Celestia's embrace. I back away. Cylan waits for the commotion to die down, while Kuran gives me a knowing stare through the wolf eyes of his. He knows. He knows I have feelings for Celestia. His wolf senses can feel it. Once Celestia and Jupiter finish their moment of happiness, Cylan steps in. "You. Both of you. You both must leave Elliku territory at once."

Celestia nods, "I understand."
She turns to Jupiter, "do you know the way back?"
Jupiter smiles, "of course. I've had an entire search team out looking for you."
Celestia seems like she's about to cry. After a while, our eyes connect. "Thankyou, Kaylous," her smile is warm and generous, "I wouldn't have found Jupiter without you. And the marking? Don't forget it. A flame is inside of you, Kaylous. It keeps burning brighter every time I look at you."

I can't seem to look at her properly. "Bye Celestia," I say, "I'll miss you."
She can hear the pain in my voice, "I'll miss you more than you think."

r e l a t i o n s h i p s

Kuran

Kuran is like Kaylous' brother. Even though their bond is not as strong as it used to be, wolf and plumerian share an unusual friendship. Kuran is always there for Kaylous, no matter how disapproving he might be of his actions. kuran and Kaylous can find it hard to communicate, though eventually they find a way around it. Kaylous always trusts Kuran with his secrets, and Kuran always trusts Kaylous with his. They are both rather affectionate towards each other, and will stay together until the end. Kuran does have an aggressive side to his personality- of course, he is a wolf. Sometimes Kuran hurts Kaylous without even thinking, which ultimately put the finishing wound in the bond they both shared as a young pup and a young plumerian. Kuran always stuck by Karlous' side, and rarely formed friendships with any other members of the tribe. When they both don't have their timetable filled, they enjoy to simply watch the clouds- or stars- as they pass over their heads.

Cylan
Kaylous has never really admired Cylan. Even though Cylan claims the highest ranking in the tribe, Kaylous has always found him to be a little too selfish. They never got along, and Cylan treated Kaylous as more of a servant than a part of his tribe. After Kaylous gained his symbols, Cylan soon strangely disappears. The tribe was used to his disappearances, but this time they knew Cylan was gone for good. The current Endura soon took his place. Surprisingly, the Endura, now the leader, chose Kaylous to become the next Endura. Kaylous couldn't control his pride!

Celestia
Kaylous did see Celestia again. Deep down, he still has feelings for her, though he tries his best to ignore them. Celestia and Kaylous still share a strong friendship, even though they're almost always apart. Celestia rarely visits the tribe, though when she does visit, she is always welcomed and respected. Speaking of respect, Celestia and Kaylous show great respect towards each other. Celestia admires Kaylous for his 'never give up' spirit and generous heart. Kaylous admires Celetia for her whit and optimistic attitude. In the rare moments when Celestia visits, Kaylous always tries to spend as much time with her as he can. He tries his best to provoke her to join the tribe, but she always declines. She doesn't want to leave Jupiter.

Jupiter
Kaylous was instantly jealous the moment he saw Celestia wrap her paws around Jupiter. You could say that Jupiter and Kaylous are acquaintances, not exactly friends. Sure, they do get along. Jupiter always struggles to have an easy conversation with Kaylous. Kaylous' jealousy burns inside him, he can't stand to look at Jupiter in the eyes. Jupiter still has completely no idea about Kaylous' feelings for Celestia, and believes that he is just shy.

h i s t o r y

Aged 0-5
Kaylous was intelligent from a young age. He was energetic, playful and a massive liar. Kaylous' parents became deceased when Kaylous was only three. At the age of three, Kuran, a wolf pup, was found nearly dead on the side of the borders. Cylan payed no attention to the pup, but the tribe felt sorry for the pup. They brought him into the tribe, and named him Kuran after the phrase 'magic life.' Now let's begin at the very beginning. Kaylous was born on September 22nd. He was the only plumerian born at the time, and had no brothers or sisters. He felt rather lonely and a disrespected member of the tribe. At least, he thought, he had his parents. At the age of 1, Kaylous continued to stay hidden in the shadows. He was very clever, but didn't have the strength to show his talents. His father once told him at that age, 'Kaylous, stop hiding. It will never do you any good.' Kaylous disobeyed his father's kind and thoughtful words. On Kaylous' 2nd birthday, he watched his first Symbol Ceremony. It was a thrilling experience to see a plumerian presented with their marks. Suddenly Kaylous couldn't wait for the time to come for his own ceremony. Only being a small plumerian, he wasn't allowed out of the tribe's camp at the age of two. But being the adventurous plumerian he was, Kaylous went for a quick 'journey', he called it, around the tribe's territory. Surprisingly, he was never spotted. At the age of three, Kaylous had became a more skilful and honest plumerian. Yes, he still lied more than he should, but he knew when to tell the truth. Soon, Kuran game into his life and improved his spirit and outgoingness. When Kaylous was nearly four, something unexpected happened. A wild beast attacked the camp, causing many grave wounds. Kaylous, oddly enough, was not wounded. Neither was Kuran. Though Kaylous became injured on the inside: a gash through his heart. His parents were found dead, after fighting their hardest to protect the younger tribe members. Kaylous was never close to his parents, and was guilty that he never paid close enough attention to them. At the age of four, Kaylous continued his ways of hiding in the shadows. Kuran joined him, though he was never particularly fond of purposely excluding himself. Kaylous was strung down by grief for a few days after his fourth birthday, due to his parents recent death. He quickly got over it, and spend most of his time mucking about with Kuran and dreaming of earning his marks. At the age of five, Kuran and Kaylous were finally old enough to be separated into ranks. Kaylous scored a higher rank than Kuran, only because Kuran was a wolf. Kuran became jealous, and their bond was broken- replaced by simple, sometimes awkward, friendship.

Aged 5 1/2-10
At the age of five in a half, Kaylous lead a simple life inside the tribe. At the age of nearly six, a member of the Elliku tribe must vow to forever be loyal. Kaylous took the vow: I, Kaylous, member of the Elliku Tribe promise to forever be loyal, to never share the secrets of the tribe, and to never stray the territory boundaries, unless necessary. Now Kaylous was a true member of the tribe. At the age of six, a terrible accident occurred. A female plumerian was bitten by a snake. Kaylous took the responsibility of helping the Ekalli to attempt at healing the plumerian. Strangely enough, Kaylous found a cure from a native plant. The plumerian healed, and the Ekalli became forever thankful. Kaylous was considered as a hero for a few days, but it soon died down and Kaylous was once again hidden away in the shadows. At the age of seven, Kaylous was allowed to explore the territory. He loved gazing up at the tall trees, but he wished for open spaces. At this age Kaylous was alert of his surroundings, and paid close attention to the doings inside the tribe. When Kaylous turned eight, a horrendous disease striked the tribe like a heat-wave. Many died, and the tribe was forced to move into a deeper part of the jungle- where there were more threatening predators. Many try to forget the terrible impact of the disease, but it's stuck inside their minds- haunting them. No one, not even Cylan or the Endura, know what might of been the cause of the disease. They don't even have a hypothesis. When Kaylous turned nine, the tribe had settled down in their new area and were at peace. There was still a bit of grief floating around through the air, but everything was normal and cheerful. When Kaylous turned ten, he rose to the rank of Ekka. He used to be an Enu, known as the apprentices. Ekka's were like the apprentices, but higher in ranking- they were known as 'the gatherers.' Ekka's gathered food and water for the tribe, sometimes they even adventured outside the territory for rare fruit. Kuran always stayed the rank just behind Kaylous, knowing the only reason was because he's a wolf. Kaylous was a stubborn ten year old plumerian, even though he was clever, he often made stupid mistakes.



Aged 10 1/2-15
When Kaylous was ten 1/2, he had a weird dream...

Kaylous POV
I was asleep. This is a dream. I know it's a dream. Why does it feel so real? The clouds gathered around me, lifting me up into the sky. The raging, sparkling wind ruffled my feathers. Higher, higher, higher. I felt like I could touch the sun. Suddenly, the clouds turn dark and I can't see the bright light of the sun anymore. I'm scared. I'm frightened. I'm terrified. All at the same time. I keep rising upwards, the stormy clouds carrying me up. Frazzled and confused, I take my chances and leap. I fall. Falling, falling, falling. Falling forever. I hear a voice as cold as ice. I can't see. It's night. No lights are on. A blinding light illuminates the blank wall of black in front of me. I can see startling blue eyes. Glaring at me, laughing at me. They have a violent spark in them, urging me to come closer. I'm falling. Closer towards the menacing eyes beneath me. I'm falling. A spooky voice breaks the immense silence, "Kaylous of the Elliku, the sun calls upon you...child of the sun."
...
The dream kept recurring until Kaylous turned 14. Then, it finally stopped. Though the last dream was different, unsteady. He couldn't remember the last dream properly. By the age of 15, Kaylous moved up another rank to the Ellak. The Ellak were the warriors of the tribe, their defenders. Kaylous was told he was not permitted to move up another rank. Ellak was his final.


c u r r e n t l y

Kaylous was sixteen when he found Celestia with Kuran. Now Kaylous is seventeen, and Cylan has disappeared- never to return. Kaylous was appointed Endura by the new leader. Life is better without Cylan. He was a lazy leader and believed strongly in punishment and discipline.
Kaylous POV
A lot has changed. I can still hear the whisper of the jungle, though it's not the same as it once was. As the Endura, I'm second in command and I must look after the tribe- even at the cost of my own life. I follow the small trail, listening to the song of the birds. At least that hasn't changed. Kuran follows me closely behind, keeping his ears pricked and alert. We scan the trees and bushes for any edible fruit. I thought I saw a flicker of stars behind the vines, but it was soon gone. I shake my head. You need to stop thinking about Celestia. She's not important right now, the tribe is. I still can't stop thinking about what life would be like if Celestia stayed. The storm brought her here for a reason. Kuran and I both know why. The symbol she gave me, the dots around my eyes and the lines down to my nose- it would never of happened without Celestia. The flame inside of me would never of set alight. Kuran rumbles and I can tell that's he's spotted some fruit. We carefully pick the juicy fruit, and heave as much as we can carry back to the tribe's camp. I can see delighted faces as we make our way into the camp. Fruit and fish have been scarce lately, and we'd had to resort to land animals. Fruit has now become a delicacy. We hand the fruit out, and Kuran and I take one for ourselves. I bite into the delicious, sweet flavour and a tingle travels down my throat. Kuran attempts to smile, showing his sharp, needle like teeth. I snort, and some of the fruit I had in my mouth shoots over and hits a plumerian in the face. "Hey, watch it! You're wasting food!" they shout. I laugh. I can hear a low rumbling sound coming from Kuran. "Oh, Kuran!" I say, "I should teach you how to laugh properly someday."



t h e . f i n i s h i n g . s t o r y
I hope you've enjoyed my form so far!
1 :: The Return of Celestia
2 :: The Crystal Tournament

1

It was nearly night. The sun was setting, sending spiralling light into the Elliku camp. Most of the tribe was gathered around the tall boulder in the centre of the camp. They were having their last meal for the day. Kaylous admired his fellow tribe members, they were brave and full of curiosity. He glanced at their symbols. A large plumerian had blue lines crisscrossing their back, meaning raging rivers and new memories. Kaylous knew the meaning because it was one of the most common symbols- it displayed courage and creation. Another plumerian had a yellow star imprinted on their cheek, meaning kind and swift. You could discover a lot about an Elliku tribe plumerian's personality just by looking at their marks. Kuran was lying next to him, basking in the sun- trying to get as much of it as he could before the sun faded. A young plumerian raced into camp, eyes wild. "Leader!" they shout, "it's a scent. A strange one, mind you. Near the borders."
The leader leaps from their rock and eyes the young plumerian. "How many?"

"Two, I think," the young plumerian explains, clearly startled. The leader turns to Kaylous. "Endura Kaylous, both you, Kuran and the young plumerian here should go and take a look."
The young plumerian whimpers. "Do I have to, leader? I dislike the scent. I'm scared."
The leader sighs, "Kaylous, Kuran- go."
The leader tries to comfort the young plumerian as Kuran and Kaylous exit the camp. Kaylous can't help but feel excited at the prospect of an intruder. It could maybe be Celestia. Kaylous sighs, knowing that he can never be with her. He's part of the Elliku tribe, and Celestia already has a mate anyway. Beside him, Kuran picks up a scent. Kaylous sniffs the air in response. He can faintly smell the scent of old books, roses and adventure. Celestia? Kuran narrows his eyes. He knows it, too. Kuran believes that Celestia is a bad influence- a distraction from the tribe. And likewise, he's probably right. I hear a male plumerian's voice. He's talking about constellations and planets. A light female voice replies, "I'm not sure. All constellations are unique."
Jupiter saw us first. He smiles apologetically, "hey, Cel, it's Kaylous."
Celestia beams, "Kaylous! It's been forever!"
She walks towards me and smiles, "I've been bossing Jupiter around for days about it- I've wanted to come back and visit my old friend!"
Jupiter appears concerned, "will Cylan allow it?"
Relief floods through my voice, "Cylan has...left. We have a new leader."
Kuran grunts in agreement. Just like the first time Celestia appeared, we lead Celestia to the camp. Jupiter follows, "why did we have to come, Cel?"
Celestia's eyes glitter, "why didn't we come?"

2

The Crystal Tournament
The Crystal Tournament is a special competition held once every ten years. It's a sacred tradition of the Elliku tribe, and in the rules it states that outsiders are not allowed to compete. The competition revolves mostly around the symbols of a plumerian. They demonstrate the power and meaning of their symbols by competing in various challenges. The plumerian who shows the most talent, skill and knowledge is victorious. The award is a crystal from the crystallite cave, hence the meaning of the name.
The Challenges
1 :: Artistic Knowledge
[ Plumerians must carve delicate patterns into a rock, bone or piece of bark. There is no limit to their creativity, and what they carve must represent their three symbols in some way. ]
2 :: Swiftness and Stamina
[ Plumerians race through the jungle, avoiding any obstacles which might be blocking their way. The aim is to reach a certain destination before anyone else. During the run, they must demonstrate the meaning of their three symbols. ]
3 :: Spirit of Decisions
[ This is like a trivia. The leader of Elliku will aim random questions at the challengers. Some will involve simple knowledge, and some will involve the heart to make the best decision. ]

The Elliku leader stood high on the boulder. Their face was radiant, excited to begin the tournament. They scanned the crowd, saw a starry pelt and flinched. What were Celestia and Jupiter doing here? That didn't matter right now. They held their head high, "the tribe of Elliku welcome the outsiders. The Crystal Tournament will soon begin," they waited for the roar of cheers to die down to excited claps. "The first challenge will take place in the Elliku tribe camp- the Artistic Knowledge challenge. Our Ekalli has prepared a pile of stone, bone and bark. Those who wish to enter shall stand around the pile."

Around twenty plumerians and a large wolf gathered around the pile. "Wish me luck!" Kaylous call out to Celestia and Jupiter. "Always!" replies Celestia with a smile, "don't forget the fire inside of you, Kaylous. The fire inside of you!"

The leader raised their poor. "Are the challengers ready?"
Muffled voices could be heard. "And begin!"

Kaylous and Kuran both leaped for the pile. Kuran pulled out a sturdy bone. Of course, Kuran had an advantage with his sharp wolf teeth. Most of the pile had nearly disappeared. Kaylous grabbed a stone, that was the same shape as the stream not far from the camp. He got to work. Most of the others had already began. The fire, Celestia had told him, inside of you. Yes, the stone was shaped as a stream, but he drew a flame. A flame of many sorts. A flame, even surrounded by cold, feverish water could still survive. Above the flame, he carved a delicate sun. The sun, drifting through the water- creating ripples in it's wake. He turned his head to the side and saw Kuran carving detailed wolf's eyes, and a stunning crow spreading it's wings. For a second Kaylous wondered- what does the crow represent? His eyes darted back to his own carving. He added patterns- swirls and circles- inside and out the sun. The mesmerising patterns have a meaning of power and intellectual. The sun has power, even within the territory of it's worst enemy. The leader eyed the plumerians carefully. They were about to call an end to the first challenge. Kaylous saw the look in his leader's eyes and hurried to finish the carving. In his rush, Kaylous made a slight dent in the stone. He hoped the leader wouldn't notice, it could cost him his defeat. The leader held up their tail as a command, "stop."
Their voice was firm and controlled. "Now," the leader announces, "present your creations to me."
Kaylous, Kuran and the other challengers presented their carvings to the leader. The leader examined them.
They raise their voice, "I have decided."
The audience is quiet. No chatter is heard. "The astonishing carving of a crow trying to spread their wings inspired me," the leader begins, "and the eyes of a wolf showed detail none could compete with."
"The winner of the first challenge is Kuran, with his ears tinged as blue as the sky."
There are a few cheers. A few annoyed faces. A wolf?
"Second," shouts the leader...a scream interrupts their speech. Laughing howls bellow into the clearing. Coyotes. How did they get into the jungle? The leader is astonished. "The tournament is on hold..." is all they could manage as a coyote leaps on top of them.

Kaylous POV // 17 years old
Everyone is frantic. My head hurts. I can't see properly. Coyotes are everywhere, pouncing from behind trees and leaping from behind vines. I have to save Celestia and Jupiter. Too many thoughts run through my mind. How can I save them, if I can't save myself? I run through the crowd in no certain direction, my mind buzzing. The crystallite cave. That's it! The crystals will protect our tribe. I have to find Kuran, Celestia and Jupiter first.
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We're at the cave. All four of us. It's like the cave is whispering out to me, telling me the secrets of our world. It was a struggle to escape the coyotes, but we're here. "Are you sure a simple crystal can stop a pack of coyotes?" asks Celestia. "Definite," I answer, thought I'm not definite. The whispers from the cave seem to grow louder, turning into cold, flowing voices. "This is...totally strange..." Jupiter says, his voice distant. "It must be normal, for you, Kaylous, right?" Celestia is worried when I don't answer. "It's normal, right?" she repeats. "I think Kaylous is trying to listen to the voices," says Jupiter, "Cel, I think we should leave."

The voices are speaking to me. I can pick up traces of words. Child of the sun...only you shall enter the cave. I turn to Celetia, Kuran and Jupiter. "Yes, Jupiter's right. You should leave."
Celestia is shocked, "but I thought...we were a team!"
I try to sooth Celestia, "yes, we are a team. But this is something I must do alone."
She begins to understand. "Right, let's go. Jupiter, Kuran- let's go and help the others."
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The cave is moist beneath my paws. The crystals glow from the dark corners, sending rays of glorious light. Kaylous. The voice is speaking. Kaylous. Urging me to come closer. I see clouds. No, that's not right. Clouds inside a cave? Just like my dream, I'm surrounded by darkness. The clouds are lifting me. Higher, Higher, higher. No, no, no. Their soft, cheerful white colour fades into a dark, misty grey. I don't know why I do it- but I do what I've done so many times before. I leap. I'm falling, slowly falling. The eyes are below me. The haunting, blue eyes from my dreams. "Child of the sun," the unseen mouth hisses. "Do not be afraid. For I am of good, not of evil."

My breathing slows. For some bizarre reason, I believe the eyes. "I am only here to help you, Child of the sun," the eyes whisper, "accept this gift. It will stop the rage of the coyotes."

Floating towards me is a crystal. A delicate, glittering crystal connected to a thin piece of string. "Take it."

The crystal floats around my neck, taking the form of some kind of amulet or necklace. "Listen closely, child of the sun, this is the most crucial part."

"You understand the power of the crystals here, I suspect. This crystal can stop your tribe's defeat, if you use it correctly. Now, it's time for the prophecy. Understand it's words. Realise what it's trying to tell you. Child of sun, the friend of a beast. Child of sun, the saviour they shall be. Crystallite glows in the eyes of the forgotten. Child of sun, they shall rescue hope."

The words combine with me, filling my soul. "I understand. I realise."


"Now leave. Show me you understand. Show me you realise."

Without another words, the eyes fade, leaving nothing but a dark space with dim light. I stare at the crystal hanging from my neck. Am I really the one?
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From behind a tree, I watched in horror as I saw the flashing pelts of the coyotes. In my heart, I knew what to do. I had to find a place that was closest to the sun. The tall boulder where the leader once stood was the perfect place. Though the situation was that it was in the centre of the battle. *Just do it, I thought to myself. I leap from behind the tree and sprint towards the boulder. My legs carried me as fast as they could. Soon enough, I was on top of the large boulder. No coyotes had seen me. I raise the crystal up to the sun. Nothing happens.

"Kaylous!" I hear a voice behind me. Celestia. With Jupiter and Kuran. They climb up and stand next to me. "You can't do anything alone," says Celestia with a wink. Jupiter agrees and says a useless fact about planets. Kuran grunts to show his agreement. We all stand together, facing the sun. I hold up the crystal. Celestia, Jupiter and Kuran place their paws on it's shiny surface. The crystal glows, a stunning shade of blue. The coyotes jerk their heads up. The light blinds them for a few moments, then they sense the immense power. They run charging into the jungle, tails stuck up in the air, eyes alarmed.
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The Ellika was rushing around, attempting to heal all the wounds. She walks up to Kaylous, "Endura Kaylous, there is no sign of the leader. I think their..." her voice trails off. I dip my head in grief. Jupiter is behind me. "Do you know what that means? It means you're the new leader, Kaylous."

The realisation hits me. "You really do have a flame inside of you!" laughs Celestia. I sigh. I'm not one for liking responsibility. A plumerian comes up beside me, "you also have to pick the Endura."
I glance at Celestia. She sakes her head sadly, "I can't stay here, Kaylous...as much as I want to."
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The sun is setting as I stand on the boulder. It feels...odd. As much as I want Celestia to be the Endura, I know she has to leave the tribe soon. The choice is obvious. Who was my brother, the one that always stuck beside me?

Kuran. He was the one that was always there for me. "I have decided," I yell out to my tribe. My tribe. "The new Endura will be Kuran, the wolf."

For once, no one discriminates Kuran. They know he helped to chase away the pack of coyotes. Kuran huffs, as if to say in a joking manner, always one rank behind you, brother.

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Far away, the coyotes howled to the moon. The tribe said farewell to Celestia and Jupiter, their brave saviours. I was sad to see them leave once more. The plumerian with the starry pelt, and the plumerian with brown stringy patterns. Before they turned to leave, Celestia whispered to me "you'll make a great leader, Kaylous. Lead your tribe to victory- always underneath the guidance of the sun."
And just like that, they were gone.
The flame inside me never dims. The crystal around my neck will forever stay alight.
I am the sun of our tribe. The power, the intelligence and the hope.



get ur snek game on
After searching the web, I've came to a conclusion:
Axanthic Pastel Python
I'm still probably wrong x3

c r e d i t s
Shatterhowl - thankyou so much for your beautiful art pieces and the coding! <3
Shimmering Pheonix - thankyou for your lovely art piece!
Grimspeak - Thanks for the art piece!
Owl Trowl- The head-shot is gorgeous. Thankyou very much!
I own both Cylan and Celestia, vintage. owns Jupiter [Celestia's mate]

Note: In some of my art pieces I accidently made the eyes white instead of black, it would be great if you could ignore that mistake c: thanks!
* Shia LaBeouf Reference (no regrets)
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Death was all around him. It looked him in the eye, and beckoned for him to come. "Come, Aimilios, come," it's icy grip fastening itself around him. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The screams from his mouth had dried out, leaving a small, raspy squeak of all that was left. Death's looming figure continued to beckon, pulling Aimilios farther, down and down, as it went.

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Though the offer of a life without war tempted him, and for a small slice of a second, he considered letting it all go. The pain was unbearable on him, his lungs seeming to scream and pound at his body for air. The smoke from the flames that danced around him carried the smell of the forest burning up- his home. He wheezed, clawed for air as the smoke blocked out his lungs, and his ears grew hot and pounded with blood as his heart slammed furiously against his chest.

He wasn't going to give up as easily as that. With the meager amount of strength he had left, he pushed his head up. All the blood in his damaged body seemed to shoot right up to his head as he lifted it, causing him to flattening his ears and bow his head as it pounded and caused him to become dizzy. Death seemed to protest as it was pushed farther and farther away, it's long, inky black arms stretching to reach him. Soon it was gone, vanished into thin air- moving on to the other tribe mates.

And then that's when it happened. The sound that boomed around him returned to his ears, the groaning as trees fell and the loud crackle of the flames that towered angrily above him, hungrily swallowing anything in their path. Smoke drifted around him, seeming to squeeze his lungs of any possible air that had been in them. As if he had been punched in the gut, he felt himself gasp, bow over as he struggled for any little air he could. He couldn't just stand here- he needed to find Izusa. He needed to find his father, his tribe mates, anyone at all. If he had enough time to trample through the smoke and see if he could find where Izusa was, he would not know. If she was already dead and gone, he would not know. He would've wasted his precious time for nothing.

Though he took it.

He barreled through the smoke and flames, his voice now raspy from the smoke and the air around him, as he called for Izusa. He screamed, yelled her name as loud as he could. He knew this was slowly dwindling away at his lungs, and he would suffocate before he knew it. Though he couldn't leave her. If there was a chance of find her among these wrecked ruins, he would take it. So he yelled. And screamed. And looked anywhere he could that wouldn't bring him to close to the flames. But he had no luck. He could not find the woman that meant the most to him- his half-sister,

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or anyone that mattered to him from his tribe. And so he ran, he ran as far as he could from the fire, squeezing himself into the first spot he could find that would fit him. A rock that jutted out of the ground, leaving room for him to rest against. He still wheezed, though it was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the fire. It was the type of wheeze you'd get after running a long time, as if you'd try to catch your breath. And while Aimilios was from the rain forest, it was colder then he was used to at night, even if it was decently warm. It had began to rain, clearing out the fire and leaving only a small puff of smoke coming from where his camp had been.

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Then he began to feel tears stream down his face, wiping up any grit it touched from his fur. He didn't stop them- he let them roll down his face and onto the ground as he laid there shivering, pulling himself closer to the rock as his fur began to get drenched from the downpour. He didn't know how, but eventually he felt himself drift into a restless sleep, tossing and turning and repeatedly hitting his head against the rock behind him. His dreams were filled with terror, shadows fleeing from the fire as it towered above all of the horizon.

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With the sun rising ever so slowly, Aimilios' body could be seen propped up against the rock, facing the direction of the sun. Breath shallow, his eyes were fixed on the forest in front of him. The smoke and fire had cleared, leaving a long path of rubble where it once was. If he was to check for any of his tribe mates, he needed to get up and leave now. If he left any time to waste, they could've already left- that was, of course, if anyone was even still there. Though it wouldn't matter as part of the forest had been cleared, leaving an empty expanse of charred trees and plants. If movement was to happen, he would see it. So without a second thought, he slowly arched his back as he stood up. Teetering on his legs, he cried out as his stomach protested and sent a wave of agony up his body. Emptying his body of all the grit he had swallowed last night, he wiped his mouth as his ears were pressed tightly against his head. Holding one arm against his stomach, he hobbled along until he was now closer to camp. His stomach emptying itself once more, he was now certain nothing else could be inside his stomach that would cause him to throw up once more. That, at least, was a good sign. Wheezing with the effort, he coughed slightly as he gasped to get air. Picking up the nearest stick he could find, he glanced at it. It had been virtually untouched, only a few charred and burnt spots here and there. Finding it suitable, he grasped one hand around it as he walked along. Tail used as balance, he soon found himself in his previous campsite. No signs of life were around, the camp burned to the ground with all it's supplies. The only thing he could find was a small batch of berries tucked safely underneath a burnt log- this must have been someone's secret stash. If someone had found out about this before the fire, the chief- his father- would've been furious. Everything was supposed to be divided up neatly, shared with all.

He ate it eagerly, lapping up the juices that trickled down the leaf that the berries had been wrapped in, once they were all gone. He didn't worry about not having any food left- while the fire had destroyed their camp, it hadn't destroyed the remaining forest around it. He could still hunt- once he had regained his strength. The bodies he had found were none that had concerned him, letting him to believe that his sister was not dead after all. She could've survived, gone off into the untouched part of the forest with other tribe members. Perhaps she was waiting for him. Turning his head West, he looked across the now barren landscape, eyes fixated on the lush rain forest beyond that. That was his best bet- other members of his tribe could be there.

So slowly he walked, stumbling along, clutching his stomach as he slammed the stick into the ground with each step. Just a lone soul across the landscape, the only sign of life. With hope in his heart and the thought of Izusa being alive in his mind, he began the long trek to find her.

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Username:
Sosna.
Name:
Aimilios. Known as 'Watcher'
Name meaning:
'Strength' in Greek
Age:
28
Sex:
Male
Gender:
Agender [he/him + they/them]
Sexuality:
Asexual Demiromantic

Based off of:
Axanthic Bee Ball Python
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Physical Appearance [Human]:
Aimilios is tall and lean, not much muscle showing up on his body as he tends to not lift the heavier things, unlike much of the other tribe members. Aimilios' skin is fairly tan, his paint markings showed with pride on his shoulder, eye(s), forehead, and wrist. Though Aimilios' clothing has been swapped and changed since the time he had arrived in the new tribe, he continues to wear similar styles to which he would've worn if he were to be in his old tribe; a loose top that would keep minimal heat stored in his upper body, baggy pants that wouldn't constrict him from being flexible if needed, and other basic necessities. The only thing he's kept since arriving is the burnt stick he had found on the way. Though by now, he's changed it into something more of his taste. While he certainly has no need for it anymore, and he's healed since the fire that had happened years ago, he's kept it as a reminder of his old home. As it being the only thing he has left to prove this is not the tribe he was born in, nor the tribe that he had called home his whole life, it comforts him when he has it around.

Physical Appearance [Anthro]:
Similar to his human form, Aimilios is is a tall, lean Plumerian with only a small amount of muscle on his body. Clothing similar to that of which he wears in his human reference, the only thing truly missing is the sandals from his feet.

Physical Appearance [Feral]:
Aimilios has a fairly well built body, as well as strong legs and worn out paw pads from the walking and trekking through the forest he does. He has a longer body then most, as well as having rough fur that often sticks up at all ends. He's rarely seen with dirt in his fur, choosing to sit away from others, looking out upon his rock that he's 'claimed'. Because of this, this is the reason of why he's rarely dirty- often clean from rarely doing much tasks that involve getting around in the mud, though he does try to help out his tribe as much as he can. [When he wants to, that is.] Despite this, he has gained a spot in the tribe ranks. While no one does truly know his name, they refer to him as 'Watcher', as he's often the one who spots something coming towards the camp before the rest do. His tall, long body has made him an excellent runner- a good asset to have when out in the jungle.

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The paint: The colour of the paint had signified him as of a high position, in his old tribe. Red had meant he was the Chief to-be - who was always the oldest child of the current Chief. In certain circumstances the to-be Chief would be dethroned, and thus the Tribe Elder would then label a new being as the to-be. While this was uncommon and had never happened while Aimilios or his father had been around, it had been done before. As they did not consider black to be a colour, everyone but those that contained high power were painted with the black markings that were commonly seen. The Chief and their family wore that of red, signifying the wiseness of a leader, and the authority they held.

The shoulder: When Aimilios first joined the new tribe, he had arrived with strange markings painted into his fur. These were among some of the few things he was willing to talk about, though at the end he would start to quietly wheeze. He would try to hide his breathing problems, though while no one said it, they all knew he had troubles breathing- even though he would try so hard to not make them worried. He would explain in his raspy voice how his shoulder markings represented life. When the tribe members were confused, he would go on to explain how this marking was that of the sun. His old tribe had believed in the sun being the giver of life, the one who would give energy and grow new plants, as well as giving birth to life- and ending it at the same time.

The wrist: While his shoulder represented life, his wrist was that of the river that had ran through their territory. Not only was this their source of fresh water, large berries grew at the banks of the river, as well as it holding fish that would constantly swim down the river. Every time they had killed an animal they had hunted, they would give thanks for it giving up it's life to keep them alive for one more day. Most of their food came from the river, eating the plants and animals that grew around it. They often washed their dirty clothing in the water, with the water constantly running it was of no worry that they would contaminate the water with the dirt from their clothes. With the river being such an important item in their daily life's, it was no surprise that it happened to be one of their markings.

The head: Aimilios would always leave these for last when explaining their markings, as these were always his favourites. His eyes that had been dotted in the paint were explained as that of optimism. Hope was never to be lost, as one could always find the better of things, if one was to open their eyes, heart, and mind. To be opportunistic was how people often got by in their life's, and what made camp always cheery. Even it would make people say simple things such as "Hello" or "Good day" to those that they would talk to.
His forehead was painted in the meaning of knowledge. Knowledge was a powerful asset. It was a way to get out of problems, to think out puzzles they encountered in their daily life, or even to solve the simplest things such as- 'How will we divide this food?' If you were a Chief, everyone would look up to you. They would look to you when the tribe was in danger or trouble. Though even though the Chief held a rank above every other member, the Tribe Elder was always the highest of the ranks. Usually the oldest woman of the tribe, she would be the one who people would speak to about their problems. She would be the one who painted the symbolic markings onto Plumerians who had been born into the tribe. Even the Chief would not dare talk back or order the Tribe Elder, and the whole tribe would treat her with their utmost respect.

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Izusa [Owned by SoulfireWolf]: While Aimilios and Izusa are only half-siblings, Izusa was Aimilios' world. He loved her with everything he had, always becoming distressed if she was in any pain. While he was rough and cut to the point around others- even if they were family members- Izusa would always bring out a gentle side of Aimilios. And he hated it. He didn't want to be soft and gentle. He wanted to act as he always did, always uncaring for others and quick to get angered if bothered. Though he bit back these feelings and didn't try to show them, as he didn't want to make her worry. If he ever seemed too protective to Izusa, he was completely oblivious to the fact.

After the fire happened and he went off searching for her, he looked everywhere- literally. He felt as if he had turned the jungle upside down looking for her, but he gave in and failed. When he came across the new tribe and was was let in hesitantly, after the Chief listened to his story, he soon set up a small station upon the rock he had found and watched for her. He would wait for her everyday, always laying or sitting upon the large rock that jutted out of the side of the hill. This gave him a wide view of everything around him, and he always watched for the telltale sign of her. Though with no prevail, he never gave up. And to this day, he still lays and waits for her to someday come back to him.

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Aimilios is a strange one.

Often an outcast in his [new] tribe, Aimilios tends to stick to himself then preferring to join in on tribe activities. Usually seen sleeping by himself or working away from others, he is a natural introvert. He's often annoyed when others try to talk to them about their past, or if he has [or had] any family members. Angered easily by others bugging him makes Aimilios quick to snap- something which they should learn to stop, if he wants to stick with his tribe.
While Aimilios certainly has no muscle, it doesn't mean he can't work just as hard as the others. He usually silently joins in if another member needs help carrying something heavy, and while they do try to say thanks, he'll only give a small nod before walking off. While he isn't the most joyful, the tribe can't deny that he's a powerful asset and a great and skillful worker.

After the fire that had happened in his old territory, Aimilios developed symptoms where he had similar things happening to happen to him that occur with people who have asthma. The smoke around him had been breathed in too much and too deeply, and had affected his lungs. While the tribes don't know what asthma is, others know no doubt that Aimilios has problems with his breathing. The fire had also caused his voice to go raspy, instead of the smooth, low, booming voice he had, had before.

Often found upon the large rock located just outside the camp, the other members had started referring to him as 'Watcher', when they had no knowledge of his name, just the fact that he could be seen looking out over the distance upon the rock. And he didn't mind it at all- in fact, he was usually the one who spotted trouble or danger before anyone else in the tribe. Though they can't put their finger exactly on why he sits and lays there in wait, but many have come to assume he is simply laying in wait for someone to return and come to him.
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"Watcher, Sir? Hello?" Called the small voice of a child, ears slightly flattened as they gazed timidly at the larger Plumerian that sat in front of them. "The rest of the tribe is already asleep. You didn't eat- I brought you some food," they continued on, their small, furry body slowly trudging towards the adult. Unfolding a leaf, a few pieces of fish, some berries, and a couple small, scrawny potatoes laid there.

Slowly he turned around, ears flicking as his gaze went from the small girl to the food she had in her hands, and he let out a small grunt. Turning their body around, they had their hands loosely wrapped around their legs, which they bundled close to them. Not far off laid their stick, which they kept close at bay. "Do you really expect .. me .. to eat?" He asked, flinching slightly at their horrible, scratchy, raspy voice. He had lived with that voice for years now, ever since the fire- but they still couldn't get used to the way they sounded now. "Go back to camp .. child .. I'm not hungry," they grunted, turning back around as their fur bristled ever so slightly.
The girl stood there awkwardly, eyeing Watcher. "My Grandma had what you have. Your breathing problems," she said aloud, which caused Watcher to bristle angrily. Though the girl noticed, she went on. "And that doesn't make you special. So what? Other Plumerians have had it. And what's up with you? You're so .. antisocial. My Mama told me to stay away from you, that you didn't like children. People say you don't feel anything for people. Is that true? Have you really never loved someone?"
"I said. Go home," he said through gritted teeth, tail tip ever-so-slightly flicking rapidly.
"Is it? Didn't you love your family? I think you love someone. Or you did, anyways." She persuaded, inching closer. She still held the food, holding it close to her chest. "You aren't that bad, aren't you? I see how the other men treat you. They treat you like dirt. Even the Chief doesn't fully trust you. The Chief is my father, did you know that? I doubt you would. You never socialize with anyone."

Now he was furious. Eyes ablaze, he turned around, spitting directly in her face as he stood up." Didn't you hear me? Go home. I don't care if you're the Chief's daughter. I don't care what others think about me, and I don't care if people think I don't love anyone. Just. Go," he fumed, wheezing slightly as he stared her head-on.
"Are you done, now?" She asked calmly once he finished speaking to her, extending the food towards him. "I'm not going to leave you until you talk. There's no point wasting your breath. That's right, I hear you trying to hide your wheezing," she countered.

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Inching closer, she pressed the food lightly against his stomach, her tail curling slightly.

"Fine," he muttered, taking the food after the two stared at each other for several heartbeats. Unwrapping the food, he took a small piece of fish and plopped it into his mouth, still glaring at the girl.
"Good. Now, let's sit down," she said happily, all of her skittishness lost.
As Watcher sat down reluctantly, he stared out ahead at the distance. He'd let her do the talking.
"So .. Did you actually ever love someone?" She asked quietly as he munched away on the food she had given him.

A single grunt was their reply, when they finished.

"And what was her name?'
"Izusa," he replied flatly, warning her that he wasn't up for talking much.
Nodding, she smiled softly. "That's a pretty name. Was she .. A family member?" The girl questioned, studying his face as he cringed momentarily.

A single grunt.

"You really don't talk much .. Do you? That's the most I've heard you say to someone in a while," she asked, referring to his recent outburst.
"That's because I have no need to," he suddenly said out loud, eyes shifting from the ground to the distant parts of the rainforest. Without looking at her, he continued. "You're annoying, girl. How about you go sleep. I don't want to get in trouble for speaking to you, this late. Besides, you aren't supposed to be out of camp."
Narrowing her eyes, she flicked her ears after a long moment of silence- which Watcher relished in- and she spoke. "Okay. Fine. But .. Talk tomorrow? You're interesting. Everyone else is boring," she said, eyes shining with hope.
He didn't say anything. Continuing to stare at nothing, he pulled his body closer to him.
"Okay .. I'm coming back tomorrow, then. Goodbye," she said, giving a small wave as she left.

Watcher pretended not to notice, but he did- he chose to ignore her, however. Once the child left, he let out a small sigh. "Alright," he whispered to the empty air.
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Quirks::

- Often curls tail around self when feeling nervous and/or scared
- Doesn't talk much, so usually grunts as a reply
- Pulls body close together if unsure of to what to say
- If shy, avoids eye contact at all costs [Which hasn't happened in a while]
- Confused with his act of being shy, will also avoid eye contact if annoyed or agitated
- Highly prefers to stay out of water, feels uncomfortable being in it for too long [Though will still go in]

Dislikes::

- Most children
- Most people
- Surprisingly, he has a large fear of snakes [Despite his pelt being that of a snake]
- Not exactly a dislike, though feels uncomfortable in water if in for too long.
- Bitter foods
- People who bug him about pointless things
- His voice
- His asthma
- His new tribe [It's .. okay, he supposes]

Likes::

- Izusa
- His stick
- His rock
- Cooked fish
- His paint markings

.. and that's pretty much it.

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Art credits [in order of appearance]:

- Floating pixel by bae
- Humanoid piece by Pastel-Cake
- Rock piece by orion.
- Breathing headshot by Ph.D
- Stick piece by Taiyo
- Feather by Jishokoi
- Growling piece by SpiritWindy

Thank you for reading! This form is best viewed on a computer screen.

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[Chimericect]

My Plumerian was in a tribe and stuff, so if you wanted to use her for anything she has hope that her tribe is living (scattered but) out somewhere ovo

Pm me and I'll tell you the whole history of it would help at all!

As for art I have limited time and ou take DA points q v q

[Ovacalix]

A ref without the tribal paints has been posted on the front page, an end date has also been added.

If you guys want/need an extension, let me know, and I'll work something out ♡♡♡