[Rockpelt]

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“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”

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Name;; Vinowe
Nickname;; Vine
Gender;; Sexless, but prefers male pronouns
Disorders;; Mute

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Spring
Vine and his Spring sibling get along pretty well. They have only ever had the
'sibling' quarrels, and both are very nice to each other. They also have a strange
way of communicating; through ear flicks and gestures. Others don't understand
them, but it's basically just another language.

Autumn
Autumn and Vine don't get on that well compared to the other siblings. They argue
a lot about various things, like which season is better. They also don't really know
how to deal with each other's problems, which can also lead to fighting.

Winter
Vine and Winter are very neutral with each other. Winter only knows that Vine is mute
because of what others have said, which then leads into them not seeing each other.
It is hard for Winter and Vine to communicate, but the other siblings are normally there
to help them out.

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Vine has many favourite things about his season, Summer. One of the main ones is
that in Summer, you can go to the beach or pool, and not worry about freezing yourself.
He also likes the heat, which can been seen as a bit weird, but Vine really likes just sitting
or laying down outside and relaxing in the heat. His last favourite thing about Summer is
seeing the joy on people's faces when they go to the beach or eat an ice-cream in the
blazing heat to cool themselves down.

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Being mute is really no hindrance to Vine, as he didn't talk much before becoming
mute. He believes that being the spirit of Summer means that he shouldn't have many
friends, as he will outlast their lifetimes. He does get around even though he's mute, and
has learned how to communicate with others even without speaking to them.

[Goosecheese]

S . U . M . M . E . R

<Sanctum . unlikely . motionless . meadows . rain>

"i dream of a far off place, were i can stare into the sun and get caught in a trance, that place is summer."

Hello; my name is Alexander or Alexandria, you may call me both but preferably Alexander. I am virtually sexless, i can change anytime i want but i do currently prefer to remain a boy. I cannot talk, i am completely mute, but i don't want anyone to feel bad about it, i actually like it this was. This way i can poor my emotions out more and actually express myself better.

WIP

[Bittertiffany]

Reserve!

[foxxbreath]

Reserved. <3

[booklover789]

2 more days until this ends! Good luck, everyone!

[Guest]

just wanted to go ahead and say thanks @ everyone who has put a lot of time into their forms and really showed me what they can do! a lot of forms have really impressed me, and it's made me happy that people like the concept and design enough to try so hard. :D
and good luck to those of you trying to finish up in the next two days! don't be afraid to ask for an extension if you need one. [:

[Offended Cockatiel]

;v; Gahh, I know you said it was okay but i'm sorry anyways, could we have an extention?

[Guest]

;v; Gahh, I know you said it was okay but i'm sorry anyways, could we have an extention?

sure! i'll go ahead and extend it to this saturday, the 16th. [:

[SpartanAmethyst]

{When in the
springtime of the year,
when the trees are
crowned with leaves,
when the ash and oak,
and the birch and yew,
are dressed in ribbons fair.

When owls call
the breathless moon
in the blue veil
of the night,
the shadows of
the trees appear
amidst the lantern light.

We've been rambling
all the night,
And some time
of this day.
Now returning
back again,
we bring
a garland gay.

Who will go down
to those shady groves,
and summon
the shadows there?
And tie a ribbon on
those sheltering arms,
in the springtime
of the year?

The songs of birds
seem to fill the wood
that when the fiddler plays,
all their voices
can be heard,
long past their
woodland days.

We've been rambling
all the night,
And some time
of this day.
Now returning
back again,
we bring
a garland gay.

And so they linked
their hands and danced,
round in circles
and in rows.
And so the journey
of the night descends
when all the shades
are gone.

"A garland gay
we bring you here,
and at your door we stand.
It is a sprout,
well budded out,
the work of
Our Lord's hand."}

The Mummer's Dance
by Loreena McKennitt.
Album: The Book of Secrets.
(c) Loreena McKennitt 1997

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Name;; Since she is unable to tell
us her real name, she's simply
known as Lightweaver.
Gender;; Sexless
Preferred;; Female ♀
Sexuality;; Asexual.
Age;; 4 years of age.

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The curse of silence:
"Mute? Yes, I am. That's why I'm having to tell you about myself through writing. Being mute has never really bothered me too much, I suppose. Of course, it makes meeting new people and making friends hundreds of times more difficult, which is one thing I absolutely abhor about being mute, but since I live in such a secluded place, it's not too much of an issue. Most of the creatures I do interact with do not have the gift of language, so I usually communicate through body language anyways. Plus tending to the flowers requires no speaking either, so it's just a minor hindrance most of the time. I have the most trouble communicating with Winter, as he's blind, but usually Autumn is there to translate for us.
But, to be honest, a lot of times I do put on a brave front about it. Being mute isn't really that bad, but sometimes it's so innately frustrating that I can't outright voice my opinions and desires. Another thing I miss: singing. Autumn has a gorgeous voice, and he'll often sing to me as I fall asleep. I envy that; I wonder what my voice would sound like if I sang? Would it prove good harmony with that of my brother, or would it be too different to sound nice?
I actually have this recurring dream, that I'm standing on a stage in front of millions of humans. I'm nervous at first, but as soon as the crowd's cheering dies down, I simply open my mouth and the most gorgeous song comes out, sending the entire crowd into a frenzy of cheering and clapping. Autumn says I smile in my sleep when I get this dream; that's how he knows what I'm dreaming about. Quite often I wish this dream would come true.
And sometimes I wish my mind would just stop offering me new scenarios."

A place to call home:
"I live alone in a beautiful forest, a place in Ireland known as Thor's Wood. This is a magical place, a grove filled with peace and tranquility. In the morning a dense fog winds its way throughout the trees, like a wispy snake seeking out prey between the old trees and greeting the first rays of golden sunlight. As the day progresses, the air takes on a green tinge, the sunlight high overhead filtering through the emerald leaves and coloring the ground in a mottled dance of light and shadow. Leaves cover the forest floor year-round, providing a soft space to walk upon, yet allowing one to remain silent when walking.

As the sun dips into the sky at the end of it's journey, it once again colors the leaves hundreds of different shades, most commonly in oranges and golds, though there are yellows and reds mixed into the temporary myriad of colors. This is when the wind blows strongest, rustling the leaves and waking the shadows from their slumber, who stretch long and graceful in preparation for the coming darkness. As the sun dips below the far peaks, the sky loses the vibrant reds and pinks,

changing into a deep midnight blue that showcases the stars' brightness in a breathtaking display. The milky way slithers across the sky as a permanent fixture, and the moon is an occasional visitor, much like that of an old friend you haven't seen in years. When it's full, it washes the landscape in a sheen of silver, making the leaves shine and the clear river below sparkle beautifully. This is my favorite time of the month because not only can I see better and move around at night with more confidence, but in the late spring, early fall, and all throughout summer, this is when the fireflies come out to play in the fields near to the river bank.

My den is a massive hole dug out from under an ancient yew tree, the entrance to my home hidden by it's massive roots and a curtain of moss. It's large and deep, obviously dug by someone with more strength and determination than myself. I have a small peat-burning stove, a gift from my owner, carefully placed to where it won't injure the tree, but will still provide heat in the winter. On one side I have an old Celtic chest, also from my owner, that holds all of my valuables and items. A long basket holds blankets and my favorite hoodie. Around the room I have vases filled with various wildflowers, and a strand of wild morning glories branches along part of my walls. A long bookcase filled to the brim lines one of the curved walls, and stacks of books are scattered randomly along the free floor space near to the walls. Pictures of art from my owner line the upper walls, as wells as plaques with quotes adorning them. Finally, my bed rests at the very back, opposite of the entrance, a queen sized mattress covered in a soft green sheet set to match the huge rug that rests in the center of the den."

On summers and quiet afternoons:
"My favorite thing in the world is easily tending to the flowers of mid-summer; when the sunflower stalks grow tall and healthy, and the lavender plants tint the wind with their sweet, calming scent. This time is very nostalgic for me, very peaceful and alluring. If I said I wasn't at my happiest, then I'd be lying. It's such a wonderful time of the year. I adore summer, and not just because I'm the summer guardian.
I also tend to like quiet summer afternoons and napping on the riverbank. It's nice, with the sun on my back and the soft sound of rippling water nearby; I'll sleep for hours, then be awake at night to watch the stars dance. It's perfect, so long as I do my work in the early mornings!"

On sleepless nights and foggy distress:
"My least favorite thing about summer? Well, where I live, it can tend to get really, really foggy after a rainstorm. And I hate the fog. The white tendrils make it hard to see, and since I'm mute, I can't call for help if I'm lost. In the fog, I tend to be very jumpy; every little sound freaks me out and makes my heart race. Autumn has told me quite a few stories about this being known as "Slenderman", and I'm always scared I'm going to turn around and he'll be there to snatch me up! Ugh, see those shivers? I just can't. I hate the fog. Hate it hate it hate it. Luckily, there was a lantern in an old abandoned farmhouse I found north of my den; I took it with me, and now I use it on foggy nights. The light keeps me from getting too scared; it's like my little security blanket! Just, lighting it is pretty difficult sometimes...."

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Personality;; She's very shy and
reserved, but Light is also very
social, and she thrives on a sense
of community.
Likes;; Nature; fruits & greens;
fireflies; Autumn (her brother);
luminaries; warm breezes.
Dislikes;; Winter (brother&season);
being alone; complete darkness;
pineapples; fear and pain.
Phobias;;
Achluophobia; fear of the dark.
Athazagoraphobia; fear of
being forgotten.
Panthophobia; fear of suffering
and disease.

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Of siblings and seasons:
"My least favorite season, though, has to be autumn. The air begins to get colder, and all of my beautiful plants begin dying. All of the fauna that I call my friends are too busy to spend time with me then, the creatures buzzing around in a frenzy to prepare for the coming snow. Surprisingly, though, this doesn't hinder my relationship with Autumn. I still love them, and we often get along fine, even though Autumn can be quite.... clumsy. There's a reason I keep him away from my gardens. We get along perfectly, and he's the only one of my siblings I've ever felt truly comfortable with.

Coming in close second in seasonal dislikes is Winter. It's so cold! All of my friends have vanished, going to hibernate or to warmer lands to ride out the snow. Of course, I can't leave my wood, so I typically just sleep and read through most of the winter, sealing my home shut and burning peat when the temperature gets too low. Autumn lives with me around this time, since the mountains where he typically lives are far too cold for him to survive, so we keep each other entertained and amused. Now my sibling Winter and I have never gotten along; we're just too different. We butt heads about any and everything, though me being the softer, more shy individual, I'm usually the one to walk away first. Winter can be quite the hothead, sometimes, but I think it just stems from being lonely and not being able to see the beauty around him. I've tried to help, but I think his pride gets in the way.

As for Spring, we've never been close either, but I think that's because she's so aloof. Being deaf, she has no idea if you're trying to communicate with her unless you're literally standing right in front of her with a flashing neon sign. She's so hyper; Spring is like a little hummingbird, flitting back and forth in an frenzied attempt to melt the snow and bring back my beautiful flowers. As for the season, I love spring as it's a time of joy and rebirth; the days grow longer and warmer, and the fireflies migrate back to my riverbank fields. And of course, all of the baby creatures are adorable too <3"


Art by me; Light with her lantern c:

[Shaymins]

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