[Skystep6]

Username: Skystep6
Name: Vespera - an alternate version of vespes, meaning nightfall or night prayers. When I heard it, I immediately thought of wisps of mist for some reason, and that was followed by will-o-wisps, and that is exactly how this plumie looks.
Gender: Female
Story about this plumie: WIP!

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

username: crumpled wings

name: Ignis
[meaning fire in latin, when I first saw this plume I immediately thought of will-o'-wisps, whish were also known by a variety of names including ignus fatuus, meaning "foolish fire"]

gender: male;; prefer's they/them pronouns

story about this plumie:

I don’t open my eyes, my daily hopes already dashed as the sensations of the night again fill my senses. I know where I am, I always wake here, in the shadows of the forest’s edge, moon dimly shining on the barren landscape surrounding this forsaken place. I am trapped here, and yet, every dawn I fall asleep hoping, that maybe, somehow, I will wake up elsewhere. But for now, I must continue with the task of surviving another night.

The first day was fear incarnate; I had lain deep in the forest, body scored with deep gashes and unable to move, until the first light of dawn had forced my terrified eyes closed. Then I had awoken, fully healed and back where I started.

So life had continued in that pattern; wake, survive, sleep, and wake again.

I have now become an expert at surviving each night; the safest places, fresh water, quick food. Each day I travel farther, no way to go but deeper in, and lately I’ve been noticing patterns. Patterns that seem natural, unless you have been here as long as I have; how much time has passed is impossible to truly know. They are slight; a swarm of butterflies that I cross paths with twice, an occasional blue flower that is always laying across my path, the sharp crack of a stick beneath my paw that somehow frightens a crow out overhead without fail. Yet each time I wake, I find these things happen to me without fail, and so I have begun to study them.

Each time one of those things happens I find something; once a cave full of glimmering stones, and another time a perfectly round lake. Each event led to a new discovery that I spent the rest of the night at. So I stopped staying. Whenever something happened I changed paths, changing and changing, and the events happened more and more in a night. It felt like a game of ping pong, bouncing between these patterns. But tonight, tonight I think is the night, the night I find what it doesn’t want me to.
I am running. My body is screaming for air but I can’t stop now, not when I’m so close. I’m locked in a straight path now; any move sets off a marker. I’m so close I can almost taste it. And suddenly I can.

The path opens up to a basin filled with star-littered black water, and in the center. Oh, the center. A massive tree; standing there forlornly, reaching up and out towards the sky. Black and silver branches beckoning me with every halting breath I take. It is magnificent, it is terrifying, and it is calling me by a name I have not heard since my birth.

“ignis” it breathes. And my soul answers.

light, voices, blurred images, gasping breaths, joy, love, envy, pain. so much pain, pain inside me that I had forgotten. no, that I had subdued; all of this feeling, memories; that I had shoved away. I am not this. I am not ignis. I am not. but yet, I am. I was, and this tree of memories is making ignis return to me. no, I cannot become what I once was.

“no” I whisper, raw. “NO!” I scream, with all of my being.

“you never left” the tree breathed, “you are ignis, and only you can ever be he. come my child, and return to me, for I am fate and you are ignis, my guiding light, my fire. that is all you are and need ever be, as you are my will.

Fate, such a seemingly harmless word, and yet it is everything. And it is never wrong. I never left, I was always here, Ignis, the fire of fate, the one who takes away others pain. Once again my dull pelt glows blue, once again my soul starts searching for those ready to accept fate into their hearts. Then I am gone. Back to where I started, the edge of the forest. Only this time, I’m stepping out.

“godspeed, my child” fate breathed.

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[kayynine]

Username: Gone Forever
Name: Willow
Gender: Male
Story about this plumie: Why did I have to be cursed to wander through the forest, for what's left of my life? Why me? I didn't ask to be the one that everyone looks up to..
Wip

[ege]

might use this story elsewhere, don't mind me deleting my form haha owo;

[jaques]

Username: Annie Leonhardt
Name: wip
Gender:
Story about this plumie: (impress me in 500-700 words)

[quiwii]

Username: quiwii
Name: (small name explanation allowed)
Gender:
Story about this plumie: (impress me in 500-700 words)

res c:

[LoneAnubis]

Nope~

[catra]

dropping

[.:sleepycat:.]

Username:
Name: (small name explanation allowed)
Gender:
Story about this plumie: (impress me in 500-700 words)
wip

[tigressa]

Username: tigressa
Name: Euphemism (nickname Euphe, pronounced like You-ph)
Gender: female
Story about this plumie:

strange fruits eue