[Yuroshi]

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"Don't let yesterday take up too much of today..."
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Nala
Meaning "The Calm of the Skies" in Hawaiian and "Beloved" in African




Female

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Have you ever met someone who shines so incredibly brightly that it seems as though wherever you go, there's a bit of them left behind?
Well, Nala isn't like that at all.
The only thing she really has in common, is she was left behind.


Little Nala's father was the alpha of a pack of viscets in the South Pole, and he was as brilliant as the sun. His mate, on the other hand, blended perfectly with the icy terrain. In other words, she was white, pale blue, and rigid, while he was golden and bright.
Needless to say, it came as quite a shock to the both of them when their pure white egg hatched, and a small black viscet emerged.
For a time, the alpha was outraged, believing the pup was someone else's daughter though he knew his mate would never leave him. Even once he had cooled enough to realize she must be his, the pack agreed that little Nala must be a sign of bad fortune, just as the lights in the sky she resembled used to be. After all, the Aurora borealis was much harder to view in the southern pole where they lived, as opposed to the northern, where it is quite easy to see- it only seemed to come about before a particularly devastating ice storm.
Nala's father was a kind soul, and he refused to simply abandon any viscling- even if he didn’t love them. So, Nala grew up in a pack of viscets that were never truly interested in her. They took care of her, of course, but never really loved her, only giving her the necessities to live. One night, as soon as she was old enough to take care of herself, her pack quietly left her while she slept. She never saw them again.
Despite this, Nala still greets every night with a smile, reaching up to the sky as she has since she was a newborn viscling, and singing a gentle song of love and gratefulness.
Each day, she searches. For what? No one is quite sure. Some even wonder if she knows herself- and who’s to say if she does?
One thing is for sure though- if you ever feel lonely or down, Nala will always be there for you. With a gentle smile and a warm embrace, she welcomes all, no matter what.

As she wanders, Nala seems to be a magnet for the lonely, the injured, the abandoned, and the misfits. Perhaps it is simply because she refuses to turn anyone away. Although in a constant state of dreaminess, Nala sometimes says the wisest things, and when it comes down to it, she isn’t afraid to do the dirty work herself. Rather, she simply seems content with her life, and fully prepared to take things as they come.
Now, Nala has a single companion while she walks- a small, lovely arctic foxling. Of course, he is a misfit as well- the kit, while normal in the light snow, turns black in shadows, with his eyes changing from blue to crimson. His tail number also changes with his state of agitation, and Nala loves him more than anything. She often carries him around, either having him in her arms, tail, or laying across her head.
Like any of her misfit friends, she would always put their lives before hers, but her foxling is the only who feels the same.
If one were to try to compare her to a human, her most similar person would be Luna Lovegood.
Nala is a viscet who is simply content to be.

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HER SONG

Ssflöch hēa
iil ün naarm
Mez faal tem ra
Saäl tem
Tiir ne zha rex
Ssma tem
Rhess tēa
iil sset
Saäl ün ssflöch

Here, give thanks
For our souls.
To all that lives,
We give love.
The world, as if it has a heart
Shares love.
For everything
We give you our thanks.

Translated, Nala's song sounds... odd, to say the least. But as she sings, you'll find her song is eerily beautiful.
As Nala wanders, and meets new friends, there is no doubt that her song will change, grow, and evolve, but until then- it simply is.

[Yuroshi]

Just a repeat of my question. Could we possibly do a small extra writing as well as one art piece?
If not, that's fine! I just wanted to make sure!

[soupnsalad]

username:
9tailedfox

name:
cereus || after the night-blooming cereus, a common name referring to a large number of flowering ceroid cacti that bloom at night. The flowers are short lived, and some of these species, such as selenicereus grandiflorus, bloom only once a year, for a single night.

gender:
female || she/her

age:
19 years

character writing: shy, nervous, introvert, loves plays andscript writting.
extra:

fact: different ions in the aurora create different colors.

[Lioashu]

Just a repeat of my question. Could we possibly do a small extra writing as well as one art piece?
If not, that's fine! I just wanted to make sure!

Yes, you are allowed to mix the extras with one piece of art and 300 words. ^^
I suggest pming me next time so I can respond in a more timely manner - I hadn't seen this til now.

[SquishyPandaCat]

Username-
SquishyPandaCat

Name-
Aurora

Gender-
Female

Character Writing-
(1500 words max)
Extra- (600 words or two art pieces)
**Form MUST contain one fact about the Aurora Borealis to qualify.**

fact: "the aurora borealis is also known as the "northern dawn " and is a vivid demonstration of the Earth's magnetic field interacting with charged particles from the sun."

writing: Those were the first things she heard as she opened her eyes for the first time. She was surrounded by others in her pack, her mom her dad, and some humans. She looked up to the sky above and saw the aurora for the first time. She watched as it lit up the snow and shimmered across the ice. She was in awe at this spectacular sight.

[T h e M a r t i a n]

Username-
T h e M a r t i a n

Name-
Fable

Gender-
Male

Character Writing-

Who am I? Well, my name is Fable. But, I think that the question you are really asking is what am I? Well, you are in luck, because I am feeling in a telling mood today. Pull up a chair, and I will tell you the story of me, Fable.

My story starts, well the exciting part of my whole story starts one deep black night in northern Canada. I am talking the true wilderness. I honestly at the time did not remember how I got to this barren landscape, nor even who I really was. It seemed as if my whole memory was wiped clean, which I found peculiar as days past.

Anyways, I stirred when I saw a beautiful display of purples and greens against the pitch black canvas of the night sky. I noticed something quite odd about the markings on my pelt. As the beautiful displays of light continued to shine up in that sky, light seemed to exude from those markings. Peculiar, right? Anyways, I continued to watch the display, which was beyond fascinating. My attention was drug away, however, when I noticed what appeared to be a spirit or ghost of some kind.

Now I think the cold has driven me to insanity. There was absolutely no way I was seeing a ghost out in this barren wasteland. It wasn't until I heard its voice that I believed it was real. "Fable." A feminine voice, smooth as silk. It was like music to my ears. "You have been chosen for a very important task."

I am paraphrasing by the way, spirits seem to be awfully wordy. At least the ones I have met.

Anyways, back to the story. I am thinking to myself, 'me, chosen? What task would some spirit choose me for?' "What might this task be?" I decide to ask of the spirit, still awfully wary of this apparition. "To safeguard the world. Me and my kinsmen have chosen yoh. Your brave heart and selfless soul are what convinced us." The ghost said. They also seem awfully fond, at least from those I have met, of talking in some poem-like language, hence selfless soul. Why? Sorry, getting sidetracked again.

"Alright. Well, what am I safeguarding the world from? And, how?" I answer in response. Everything about this seems oddly peculiar.

Extra- (600 words or two art pieces)

• fable is a guardian of the forest. a half-deity blessed by the gods to protect life on earth from the lesser gods and demons who have ill intentions.
• fable is in control of displays of light, and has powers enabling him to use electromagnetism as he desires.

Arguably, the most stunning auroral display happened in 1859 during the Great Geomagnetic Storm. A solar storm of that magnitude would likely cause much of our modern technology to crash.

[Lioashu]

Due to several requests, I'll be extending this to March 17th, same time (11:59 PM pacific).
Can't wait to see everyone's forms. ^^

[Gadgetrocks]

Darn! I was going to add to my form but it's one in the morning...

[Lioashu]

Just a note - this ends today at 11:59 PM Pacific Time, just before midnight.
Everyone still has time to work on their forms until then - if you need a PT clock to look at, here's one for reference. :>

[Lioashu]

I was too busy to say it at the correct time, but this has been closed since last night at midnight.