[GreyScale]

[Micki.]

Username: Micki.
Flitz name:
Legend:

i love this babe heck,,,

[ℋoney]

res

[Casperphobia]

Legend tells of flit that could either lead you to your greatest desire or to the most grisly demise. Most sightings are reported on the Höllentalbahn (literally, "Hell Valley Railway") in Germany. It is believes that Wendell, the name many have adapted to call the creature, is a distant cousin to willow-o-wisps and is closely related to wendigos.

A chilly breeze shook the leaves of the trees causing the fur of a certain ancient flit to rustle. A soft whistle joined the air as the wind whipped through her empty skull. Her ears twitched, picking up every noise of The Black Forest of Germany, the voices of nature soothing to Wendell. Suddenly the whole atmosphere felt different; the ground felt rougher, the air felt sharper. A stranger has entered the forest.

Wendell could already guess it was probably a flitling from Hornberg, a small town situated in the Black Forrest. Though the scent of the arrival was far off, it was extraordinarily foreign that it stood out like a salamander in a fire. Tail swaying back and forth, the skull faced legend meandered her way in the direction the smell was coming from. Her shadow easily blended in with the trees', dancing in the dark night, only the light from the full moon as a guide besides the glowing orb like structure held by her tail. A few birds scattered at the sight of her, something she was used to. Very few of the animals that inhabited the forest weren't scared of her. Soft puffs came from her paws, the occasional scratching from her claws. A small rustle in the distance told her that the newcomer was near and the glow on her tail grew brighter. It must have caught the other's attention because a small, nervous whisper came in their direction.

"Wendell..." The voice was low, probably an adult. Despite the obvious terrified undertone, the flit stayed. Interesting, they want to try their luck... Very well. She began to walk, smoothly moving her tail. Wendell moved slowly, keeping an eye on the other who seemed completely hypnotized. She lured them deeper into the forest, the worry from the other melting off their face was they slipped into the trace. She lead him into a thistle invested area, the pointed leaves scrapping against the two's body. Wendell's fur was thick enough not to cut her. The short haired flit however... the smell of copper met her nose. Th flit didn't stop following though. Wendell could sense the attention of carnivores being caught. They were coming closer. Hopefully they didn't expect their greatest desire. The wolves are going to have a feast tonight.


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[sparrow,,]

MARK YES I LOVESSSSSS

[River Song]

I know the rain like the clouds know the sky
I speak to birds and tell them where to fly
I sing the songs that you hear on the breeze
I write the names of the rocks and the trees
Oh, you fool, there are rules I am coming for you
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
I tried to warn you when you were a child
I told you not to get lost in the wild
I sent omens and all kinds of signs
I taught you melodies, poems, and rhymes
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you
You can run but you can't escape
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
You will open the yawning grave
Oh, you fool, there are rules, I am coming for you
You can run but you can't escape
Darkness brings evil things, oh, the reckoning begins
You will open the yawning grave

Username: River Song

Flitz name:
Temperance
The Thing In The Forest

Legend:
Hoo boy

[scarecrowz]

Username: jurassic,
Flitz name: Rogue
Legend: res

[S-S-Sweets]

Holy moly major markies

Username: S-S-Sweets
Flitz name:
Legend:

[paopu]

Username:
Blaytz
Flitz name:
Aratol
Legend:

(Mild tw for non graphic death)

Long ago before there was everything there was nothing. The Nothing was all that was and as far as it was concerned, all that would ever be. Then, one day, without knowing the consequences, Nothing stumbled upon Something. It was bright and glowing and everything that Nothing was not. Unable to handle this discovery, Nothing flinched.

From that flinch sprang forth the being that would eventually be called Fain. They merged with the Something and with that Light they made the earth and the trees and the oceans on it. Fain created life. The Nothing was appalled and began a cycle that would go on for countless years. Every few decades it would strike the life Fain had made and Fain would defend it off until it could regathering it's strength again.



As Fain prepared for these attacks, they continued to make and build and breathe life into creatures big and small. Every plant, every animal, everything that lived came from them. Yet his did not come without a toll. Each life Fain gave drained them and each time they faced the Nothing they grew more and more weary. The battles raged longer and the fights came closer and closer to the Nothing's victory.

Then came the Wound. Despite a victory, Fain sustained a terrible injury to their side that was tainted by the Nothing's poison. The Light it touched turned dark and began to corrupt Fain. Desperate to stop it, Fain cut out the corruption before it could spread.




This corruption, after touching the light so directly, did not remain unchanged either. As Fain lay there, healing their wounds, the infection slowly healed as well. It took on it's own form, a twisted mirror of Fain's glory. Dark and wicked, it seemed every bit an embodiment of the Nothing that Fain was sure it would continue it's masters dark purpose.

Yet, this creature did nothing of the sort. In fact, this creature hardly knew how it's newly formed body worked let alone how to destroy the world with it. It was small and fragile and new in the way that all new lifeforms Fain had ever made were. They didn't know it then, but on that day Fain and the Nothing had created Death.




Yet back then he was only Aratol. Neither he nor Fain knew what he could do, only that he was the first creature Fain had made, intentionally or not, in their own image. As Fain healed, they showed Aratol the sun and the stars and the grass and the trees and everything new and wonderful. While awkward by nature, Aratol quickly grew fond of his creator and Fain, for their part, developed a soft spot for this strange thing they'd accidentally made. For centuries they were happy, exploring the world and each other.

Then, one day, they found an injured animal. Aratol rushed forward to help only to discover that his touch caused something no one had ever seen before. It was then that the first thing died. It's energy left it's body and travelled into Aratol's, giving him a faint blue glow that left him and his creator confused and horrified. Aratol thought he was a monster. Fain assured him that no, none of that was his fault. The conversation escalated over the next few weeks until one day Aratol snapped. In his frustration, the first plague was born and, by the time he calmed himself down, he was glowing bluer than ever.



Fain eventually found him, sobbing at what he'd done and terrified it would happen again. Fain did what they could to reassure Aratol, but the moment that they touched him, something else happened. Aratol's light faded, while Fain's grew stronger. The energy from the deaths he'd absorbed went back into his Creator. Fain grew stronger and more powerful and they realized what they had made was a cycle. Fain could not create infinite life, nor could they take life back. That energy was lost to them. But now, when it was time, Aratol could reclaim that light and pass it on to make new life out of. The world could grow and change and be filled with all sorts of new creatures.

Over the years, Aratol slowly grew more comfortable with what he could do and his place in the world. Together he and Fain continued to fight the Nothing, keeping it at bay throughout all of history, watching the world grow on before them.

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[SpartanAmethyst]

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