[kaerou]

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

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[SilverGorilla]

Username: Gorillahog
Name: Firefly
Gender: Male
Story: [532 words]

Firefly. Oh Firefly.
Firefly at night.
Firefly lights
My oh my,
Firefly.

Firefly loves to write poems. He writes them on pieces of papers during class. He even writes them on the back of a test paper. But the one problem is with writing poems.

People who laugh, point, and stare.

Firefly was taking his stroll through the forest when the moon began to shine, He found some inspiration in it. He sat down on a nearby log and wrote away.

Bright in flight,
Strong as might. -

He was cut off from writing hearing a noise just over the horizon. It was loud. Whistles and honks. Barks and clashes. Firefly was in a heap of trouble. A few kids came with bats and sticks. Firefly stood up and ran at full speed with the paper in his mouth. He picked up his feet and was off the ground soaring through the air, magically. The five of the kids were stunned and were following Firefly at full speed. Firefly was not safe in the open air so he flew low through the trees even though the kids could not hit him when he was in the sky. Firefly almost got hit by trees several times. Firefly thought he had lost those punks so he dropped to the ground and sat on a log and continued his poem.

Glow so bright.
I just might
Die.

He set down the pen and cried on the log laying down. Why? He thought to himself. Why me?

He slept on that log that night and went off to school hoping no one would pick on him today. Unfortunately he was wrong because for that day he meet the five kids who almost pounded him. Firefly walked fast to the teacher and asked for a bathroom pass. She accepted and Firefly went to the bathroom to cry. He was followed by the three of the five kids as the other two were guarding the door to the bathroom so Firefly could not escape. Firefly tried to scream for help but no one could hear him.

Firefly was beaten up and sent to the hospital after a teacher came in to stop the kids. Firefly was in critical condition and was going to be excused from school for a week. Sitting in the hospital, watching old movies on the TV, was not fun. Firefly tossed and turned every night trying to go to bed.

Firefly was never greeted by his parents in the hospital and never knew when they would show up, if they did. Firefly’s parents hated the fact that Firefly wrote poems but what could they do about. They ignored him. By the end of the week Firefly got out of the hospital and was back to home. His parents were not there so Firefly went to his room and wrote a poem about himself.

Firefly. Oh Firefly.
Firefly at night.
Firefly lights
My oh my,
Firefly.

Sadly, he went to bed that night with no parents to comfort him or give him the proper food he needed. He woke up and still no parents so Firefly left the house to find parent of his own.

[AlaskanAlpaca]

Username:Ampersand
Name: Hinachi(light in the darkness)
gender: male
Story:500 words-700

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[dogish]

Username:
niko.

Name:
Alden
Old English; 'Old Wise Protector'

Gender:
Agender

Story about this plumie:
Well, you see how his name is Alden? They received that name because of their destiny. He's an old wise protector. He's a wisp, if you must. A small being, good or bad. Alden's a nice one. A rather young one, at that, but he doesn't protect anyone any less. He lives in the forest. Many people run there to get away from their problems, whether it be family issues, recent deaths, school stress, anything that's happens to be bothering them. He's responsible for locating distressed travelers and helping them with their problems, whether that's listening to them vent and giving advice, or even just talking or comforting. He's helped many people through his short 124 years of being a wisp, but the more he grows, the more he lives up to his name! [wip]

[vulpes vulpes]

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Username: Vulpes Vulpes
Name: Light
Gender: Male
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Light was a normal Plumie, he was all black and had no friends.
None.
Why the name Light, you ask?
Why, even before he had glowing lights covering his fur
he had a light in his eye that was full of something they couldn't understand.
Those blue lights mean't danger ahead.


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ώhεṉ lïģhτ ώαṡ α сhïlḋ...
He was bullied, people thought of him as a weird Plumie...
He would sit by himself everywhere, and would prefer not to sit next to anybody else in class. He did everything in class by himself. One evening, he was playing in his yard when some kids from school showed up. Light's eyes were wider then ever, he was scared. "Hey, punk." Chuckled one of them.
"What does you want?" Light asked, shivered as he said so.
"I want you to run!" He yelled as he started to chase after him.
Light screamed and ran towards the woods, the woods no one dared to walk through. The bullys were right behind Light, he felt something snap inside. As if some power was spilled into him making him run faster. This was no magic, just the courage hidden inside. He made it to the Forest, finally. The other plumerians stood at the entrance, looking at the crooked branches attached to the dead, brittle trees. Light looked up, as well.
It's only somewhat creepy... He thought. He walked through the dirt and gravel on the ground, he could see a faint path on the ground but it was mixed with the rest of his surroundings. He was walked for awhile, his curiosity was biting at his ankles. He wasn't afraid of this, it felt so... Right. He wasn't worried about his parents, he worried of nothing at this moment. A sudden breeze came through the forest, and a blue light shined ahead. The blue light seemed like metal to a magnet for him, he thought of nothing but the light as he walked towards it. When he approached it, there were jars with blue lights hung on the large tree's branches.

Who would have the time to hang all of these? He thought. Light walked towards a low branch, and jumped up to grab a jar. They weren't tied, they were just floating close. "Huh...?" Light said to himself. But as soon as he opened the jar, he stopped everything. Thinking, hearing, speaking, stopped. He just looked into the light of the blue orbs in the jar. He soon shook out of it, but was determined to collect one and every jar on this tree. It was dark outside, but something else besides the blue jars were keeping the forest center light... It was his own fur.
It glowed with blue speckles of light, even on his feathers. But Light didn't notice, he was to busy plucking the jars.
By dawn, every jar was in a pile inside of a cave. Light was asleep on the jars, not to be waken til dark...
When the moon was high in the sky, Light was up as well.

He woke up, finally he noticed the speckles of blue light on his fur. He was mesmerized, he thought he was a plain Plumerian. He has seen others with markings and such, but not his self. He felt excited, hyper, he felt as if he had unleashed a power inside of him.
Maybe people will notice me... Light thought. So Light went to town.
He was at the arch of the town entrance, he had a smirk on his face. He walked into town, light spurts came out of the blue speckles spread across his fur. That was when others started to stare. Then they whispered, then they backed off. This was perfect, Light was still noticed for being weird, but he could do many things with this new power. But...

This was just the beginning to his new life! He was old enough to care for himself, if anyone hurt him again... They would most definitely regret their actions. He wasn't aiming to hurt anyone, just to give them the idea of what they did to him.
He looked for the Plumerians who hurt him, and told them he had a new power... And that he was strong, and dangerous. they almost immediately backed off... But this isn't what he wanted, he just wanted a

If I get this lovely Plumie, the next one I get will be his best friend!
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[Sirenia]

Username: Confetti.
Name: Akarui (Ah-kar-ri) Meaning "Bright" in Japanese.
Gender: Female
Story about this plumie: It was a dark night, Akarui was walking with her best friend, Nikkō (pronounced nee-koh. Meaning "sunlight" in Japanese), on the board walk at their favorite time of day at their favorite beach. Akarui was shy and didn't like to go to

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Ebony- Originally Latin, Greek, and Egyptian meaning "black wood."


Female



For centuries, everyone feared of going into the dark forest. Rumors told that if you wandered for long enough, you would stumble upon a castle that stood on top of a hill. Those who went into the castle never returned from it. Long ago, a bold young man had decided he would settle these rumors by going into the castle himself and coming back out alive in order to release the fear that was put into the town. He had met the most beautiful lady he had ever seen instead and fell madly in love with her. Time passed, and the man who was no longer younger, returned from the castle. No one knew how he had escaped. Some said that he killed the lady in order to escape because she wouldn’t let him go. Others said that she let him go so that he would tell more people about her in order to attract more people to the castle.

“Here’s the place.” The boy said to himself as he walked into the castle. He was all alone and was dared to go into the haunted castle. “Pfft! This isn’t even scary!” He said confidently in himself. He wandered around it for quite some time. “What? No ghosts? I told them that this place wasn’t haunted!” He chuckled. “Bring it! You can’t scare me!” He smirked as he kicked over a table, which broke a pot full of roses.

Soon after he destroyed the flowers and table came whispering noises all around him. Come to meeeeeee… The whispers said. “Is that all you got? Lame!” He rolled his eyes as he kept walking around. “This place is lame! I can’t wait to get back to my fri-“ He was cut off by unsteady creaking noises behind him. Turning around, he saw a masked figure who held a bloody axe who slowly made their way towards them. The boy stopped and paled before running off into the basement. Frantically looking for the light switch, the noises only got louder as the figure got closer to them. He quickly found them and looked around, spotting a bat. He grabbed it and hid behind the door and turned off the lights just as the figure got to the door. Instead of bursting into the door, the figure scratched on the door for a few minutes to scare the boy, then opened the door. The figure slowly made their way into the room. The boy watched the figure in horror, then boldly hit the figure in the head with the bat. “Stay away from me!” He yelled as he ran back up the stairs.

The boy finally stopped running and was panting, scared for his life. The figure gained consciousness and got up. They quietly made their way back up the stairs from the basement, looking for the boy once more. Once the boy had rested for long enough, he quietly walked around the castle that he was now lost in, clutching his bat tightly to himself. The figure listened intensely for footsteps of the scared boy and soon knew where he was at. At a much quicker pace before, the figure made its way for him. The boy didn’t hear the figure but instead, the whispering noise again. Follow meeeeee… I can help you……. Essscape… The rasping whispers told the boy. He was so scared that he started following the whispers. The figure heard the whispers as well and was now running towards them, to get to the boy. The boy made its way down a long hallway which there stood a single door. Come… The thing whispered to the boy. The boy walked inside and looked around. There in the room stood a single mirror. He frowned and slowly looked into it. The figure ran down the long hallway and stopped dead at the door, already too late.

The figure silently watched as the boy’s soul was taken into the mirror forever. The figure sighed as they took off the mask, revealing brilliant blue eyes and hair as dark as a raven’s feather.

“Too bad you couldn’t save that soul, Ebony. Now it’s mine forever!” The demon whispered into her ear.

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[Xhat]

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Username; Xhat.

Name; Ebb.
Meaning; As in "to ebb away",
to disappear and/or to recede.
Gender; Trans-male.
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Dark limbs stretched towards the clouded sky, their branches entangled to form a
canopy above the ground. Leaves had scattered themselves across the earth and dirt
paths, in beautiful hues of oranges and reds. Autumn had arrived, yet Winter was almost
upon the small forest. Birds chirped from within the tangled branches, and the occasional
howl resounded from the darkness.

There was just one sound that sounded rather out of place... paw-steps, accompanied by
the sound of a jingling bell.

It was none other than a plumerian; to be exact, his name was Ebb. Normally sentient creatures
would not travel along the paths throughout the woods, or really, they didn't even come close to
the eerie atmosphere. Although contrary to many beliefs, there was nothing to fear. All that
resided in the forest were animals, and most of them were the sort that caused no harm.

A grin had etched itself onto the dark plumerian's muzzle; the whole place screamed adventure,
and he was keen on discovering what made others so wary of the woods. The familiar sound of
his bell was rather soothing, and as a plus, it was rather effective in keeping those scary bears
away! [even though there weren't any...]

Without warning, the loud call of a crow resounded from a nearby clearing; cruel and haunting,
almost like the screech of a banshee. On instinct Ebb's hackles rose, and he spun on his paws to
face where the noise had come from. Bright blue irises wide in shock, the plumie couldn't help
but slink forwards. There was a sense of mystery, almost like an invisible string that was pulling
him in whatever direction it desired.

"W-who's there? Anyone?" In mere moments he had been reduced to a pile of fluff, allowing his
gaze to travel around warily. No answer came.

Instead he stumbled out into the clearing, brushing aside random debris with his paws. Soon his
mouth gaped open, head tilting upwards to stare at the beauty standing tall just before him. It
was a tree of great stature, large branches spanning towards the heavens. Despite the season it
was abundant with leaves, it's gnarled roots springing from the ground to create small shelters.
All in all, it was a rare sight. Such a beauty inside a dreary forest such as this was mostly unheard of.

Then, something managed to catch Ebb's attention. Diverting his attention from the tree, his
eyes landed on a book; which was something that didn't really fit in with the scene. As he began
to pad forward he examined the edges of the book, and how old it seemed to be. And someone
had the nerve to leave it in the middle of nowhere! Making sure to remain delicate with the
ancient looking book, Ebb flipped the cover open, eyes excitedly scanning over the title.

'The Tales of the Forest of Azmaroth'

In no time at all Ebb began to read the book, transferring himself from reality to fiction in a
moments notice. Now in his own mind, he imagined himself battling ferocious beasts, and running
through thick foliage to escape forces that were much out of his control; the typical things you
would find in a children's storybook.

What seemed like only a few minutes later, although almost three hours had passed, the sun began
to dip beyond the horizon. Upon looking up, Ebb could begin to spot fireflies, which stood out much
like the eerie will-o-wisps that he had read about in the story. The lightning-bugs glowed in a way
that others could not, and despite the chilling feeling he got, it made the scenery ten times better.
That silly little grin wormed it's way onto his face, and Ebb found himself bounding off to chase the
fireflies. After his actions the book tumbled to the ground; a single sentence standing out in bold.

"And that was the elder tree that was home to the spirits of the fireflies."
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[~Finchly]

WIP
Username: ~Maddy~
Name: Bellatrix- the third brightest star in the constellation Orion.
Gender: female
Story about this plumie:

Bellatrix had a very happy childhood. She was very cheerful and curious always asking questions. She grew up with no father because her father had died not long after she was born and her mother had to raise her on her own. Because of her curiosity and many inquiring questions, about just about everything, Bellatrix’s mother would always tell her stories to calm her down or explain something. Bellatrix especially liked the “star stories”, as she would call them, which her mother told. The “star stories” are about the constellations in the sky and the story behind them. She especially liked the “star story” about the constellation Orion. She heard the story of how Orion had claimed to kill every animal and the earth mother sent a scorpion to kill Orion instead. Her mother had told her she was named after the brightest star in that constellation and she would always look for it in the night sky. The reason her mother knew so much about the stars was because Bellatrix’s father was an astronomer, and he would tell them every story about all the stars. He had a big golden telescope that they would look through every night even after he passed away.
Now Bellatrix’s questions only grew as she got older she kept asking about bigger things like ‘how far does our solar system go’ and ‘what happens after death’. Her mother didn’t have an answer for her and Bellatrix wanted to find out more. She researched everything she could about anything even slightly curious to her. She became a very engaged scientist. Other than science she loved debating. Bellatrix knew how to win an argument and knew how to be heard. She learned very well and got better at winning arguments. With her scientific research skills and speech skills she was an amazing debater. She loved doing these things and she had an amazing life with her mother until her adulthood. Then when she was older her mother became ill, Bellatrix was devastated. They found out her mother had cancer. She did not survive. Bellatrix grieved for a very long time. She always kept the golden telescope nearby in her home and would watch the stars every night. She memorized all the star stories and would tell them to herself all the time. She also believed that her parents were up in the stars looking out for her.

[Kydashing]

She came from the heavens, Many say,
She came with a plan, wishing to stay,
My daughter of the night, the sky above us high,
With stars in her eyes, it must be nothing but a lie,
I remember clearly they day she was born, how she shone in the night so young,
But many think she is just like us, trying to sing a song to be sung,
I know better, my child Chaska, as light caresses you through,
That your heart is kind,that that you have love in your heart too,
She can be stubborn like the sun who refuses to leave the moon,
Because she feels life leaves us much too soon,
I can not blame her for her hunger for knowledge and truth, As i do too,
But her's must be found by herself, for she believes only she knows what is true,
She has grown to love the sky and wind that fills the air with it's smell of the sea,
She says that if that if they did not work together, where would be?
Such a philosophy she has in mind,
Her thoughts seems shes always in a bind,
I hope one day she finds her star in the sky,
So she never tells me again love is but a lie...

(It's a poem like story, as stories are told in some parts of the world ion song or poetic ways. It goes well with her native american heritage)