[BlackWren]

Name: Atlas
Gender: Male
Song: Gold - Imagine Dragons

Pandora + Her children

Finding Atlas
It's not abnormal for Atlas to get lost on one of his explorations(he was the type that got lost regardless
of when and where) but today was a very bad day to become lost.

Clouds hung heavily with the threat of rain and the slow rumble of thunder in the distance shook him to the core.
To be all alone in the prairie with no natural cover? He mite as well be dancing with death.

He wouldn't chance flying - he would be more likely to be struck by lighting in the air then down here - so he stuck
to the lower grounds of the prairie lands, inching forward as best as he could towards the far off treeline.
"Damn Pandora for making me come all this way just to see her kids..." He muttered, snapping his beak together
in annoyance. As if in tune with his frustration, the thunder grew louder. Atlas's ears ached and he hissed
at the unpleasant feeling of the air pressure suddenly changing. He thought he'd have been use to
it pressing against his hears after flying so many times before, but he was just way too sensitive
to those types of things.

[currently wip = 197 words]

[Jochedo]

Mark~

[AgentAlaska(Bagel)]

Name: Gender: Song: 500 or less word story about them getting lost: Extras(if you want):

I WIP SO HARD

[Ph.D]

Name: Sky
Gender: Male
Song:SKRILLEX - Skrillex - Bangarang ft. Sirah (Clean Version)
500 or less word story about them getting lost: Lost my way to starbucks before, that count? Hurhur
Extras(if you want): Will make beautiful art when its not 10:00 , you will see k? ok good? :3

So much wip I hate leaving a form half finished but I need sleep for good ideas so I will come back and cuddle this amazing bae.

Probably won't finish this

[rem sleep]

Name ;;
Refrain

Name Meaning ;;
To stop oneself from doing something.
A repeated line or number of lines in a poem or song,
typically at the end of each verse. The comment is often
repeated, "Poor Tom", in accompaniment to the refrain.

Originates from Middle English in the sense,
to restrain (a thought or feeling) from Old French refrener,
from Latin refrenare, from re- (expressing intensive
force) + frenum (to bridle)

Why The Name? ;;
My name, you ask? Refrain. But why?
Well that's a simple question to answer, really.
There's not much more to it than that. While others
may disagree with you, or insist there is more- there
simply is not. It is not as if, at birth, my mother
purely looked at me and named me by my incessant
crying or pleas to be held, for I had neither of those things.
A refrain is in a song, and to refrain from an action is to
not partake in it's pleasantries. One can assume, that
the combination of these words is rather odd when
it comes to a bird. Especially a song bird, as many parras are.
Indeed, I am a bird that dislikes singing, I do refrain. Perhaps
that is what you mean, when you ask my name? I am unsure.
For else there were something of which I refrain, it is
purely my honesty that I withhold. I refrain from
speaking as I think, which I am doing now, because it is
odd and choppy. Unorganized. Unrestricted. More prominently,
it is hard to understand. I limit myself so others may understand me,
and so that my oddity does not push them away as it has in the past.
For what I truly fear is being completely and totally alone.

Gender ;;
Male

Song ;;
OFF OST 15 - The Walls Are Listening

Why the Song? ;;
To ask a bird's song is to ask a man's reason for his stubbornness.
It is simply that, a truth that exists in the world without much reason aside
from it's sheer existence. However, if you must know, I believe there
may be more to the tale. I do, indeed, face a rather odd case of paranoia.
Well, perhaps odd is not the correct word. Maybe... overactive, is better.
I am afraid of many things, quite honestly. It just seems to be how my mind works.
I can picture things and see things that are not, in truth, present. There's nothing to them,
just delusions and shortcomings of reality. My mind scrambles to think of things
where there is nothing, and threats that are imaginary. Yet I am aware of
their falsehood. So, you may ask, what is the point? That is another good question.
I am unsure. Paranoia, is by definition, suspicion or mistrust of people or their actions
without evidence or justification. It can also be interpreted as being fear without reason,
or fear of what could, or may possibly be. I know that it is irrelevant,
and I know that the figments are purely false. But in my mind, the walls are always listening,
and nothing is ever as it seems, at a glance.

Who Am I? ;;
That, my friend, is an interesting question. My name is Refrain, and I am
by birth, a male parrapup. My parents have long since left my life, and are seldom thought of
much more than by their absence. It is a bit cold, I will admit, but it is how my family functions by nature.
It is not as if I ever had a problem with their parenthood, they strictly wanted to raise me and
then release me into the wide world to explore, which was more than enough for me.
I suppose you'd like to hear of my personality, then? Well I have been described as deceptive,
cold and generally odd, but that was before I started to act dishonestly. Before I started to refrain from
my honest intentions and honest speech. This resulted in much warmer descriptions, such as lovable, funny,
interesting and clever. I believe pretending is much more soothing than the reality, is it not?
After all, when wearing a mask I face much better results than when honesty is present.
Around others I act outgoing, funny and generally clueless, though internally I am more analytical, quiet,
laid-back and level-headed. I am not a fan of words, truth be told, because within them I cannot
find the ones I desire to describe myself. I am afraid of loneliness, and almost all of it's various
subsections. I avoid the dark, lonely hallways and alleys along with any shady forests,
as per my paranoia mentioned earlier. I avoid the illusions as best I can, though sometimes it
is easier to distract myself than others. I find myself constantly running, and likewise constantly lost.
It is an odd predicament, I will admit, though with constant flight there are constant adventures,
new sights and new scenery to behold with each waking day. I consider myself to be an
insomniac, considering I sleep very little, though it is mostly to avoid the nightmares that disturb
my sleep in the dark hours of the night, though being awake is equally unpleasant. Periodically I suffer
sleep-paralysis, and thus feel my lack of sleep is fairly justified, wouldn't you agree?
I do not make long-term friendships due to my constant moving, but I feel that overall that is for the best,
else whomever may befriend me may, with time, learn that I too, am not what I appear to be.

I'm Not Lost!! ;;

You are so done with all of this nonsense. You didn't sleep last night, then again it is somewhat rare you ever sleep, but now you're feeling the effects of said sleep depression weighing on your wings like boulders as you drift, rather inelegantly, to the ground. Similarly to what you imagine a dying bird would glide down and crash into the ground before passing away, as quickly as that. Those thoughts are random, but they seem to surround you, with all honesty you are the only odd thing here.

As you become aware of the fact you have landed, you sit upright and take a look at your surroundings. A large, open area greets your tired eyes, a monochromatic amusement park with several low-maintenance, high-safety rides. You chuckle to yourself at the oddity of a roller coaster made completely stationary and comprised of solely white chairs, sitting in the grass. Carefully you take flight again to observe the scene closer, and you get a birds eye view of the small, insignificant people below your shadow. It's funny, you think to yourself, how so many of them look the same. Interchangable. Yet you, you are different. You grin calmly, soaring above the rest of them.

It is at this point that you realize you have no idea where you are. Calmly you land at what you imagine to be a large roller coaster, and mindlessly you look around again. An amusement park, yes, but where? Where in the world had you ended up this time? You turned to face the car, and looked to see it completely empty.

Oh well, you think, may as well ride. It couldn't hurt anyone, right? You hop into the front car and the car begins it's descent. All at once thoughts manifest in your mind, as if they simply could not find a better time to do so.

What is this place? Why is this amusement park so strange? Who are these people? How far are you from home?

You take a breath before you realize the lack of gravity below you and feel weightlessness envelope you. You decide those questions don't matter as much as you thought they did, and with a small smile you find yourself at the bottom of the tracks. A confused individual extends his hand with a picture, and as you take it and hold it in your paws you think to yourself something different.

I like this place.

Motto ;;
"I'm not L O S T,
I just don't K N O W where I A M"

[rockosaur]

Name:
Gender:
Song:
500 or less word story about them getting lost:
Extras(if you want):
res

[grizzly.]

Name: Detroit
Gender: Male
Song:Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon
500 or less word story about them getting lost: coming soon
Extras(if you want):

[Amethysts]

Name:
Gender:
Song:
500 or less word story about them getting lost:
Extras(if you want):

Reserve

[rainbow;]

Gender;;

"I'm very obviously a male."

500 or less word story about them getting lost;;

I am not as fine as I seem, pardon,
Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens,
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me

I woke up, looking around. I was in a small forest clearing, spruce trees and what looked like holly bushes surrounding me. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking. Shaking out my fur, I quickly looked across my body, making sure I wasn't hurt in any way. Sighing, I walked forwards, through the bushes. I shook off a few thorns, feeling a slight throb in my head.
'Ow... A headache...' Sighing, I shook my head and moved forwards. 'Where am I anyway...?' I thought, taking a look around. I heard a loud screech, a small fox-like creature with dark fur and sharp teeth running out of the bushes, latching it's teeth into my throat. Yelping, I threw myself to the ground, grabbing it with my paws and trying to pull it off. I bit down on it's tail and it yelped, letting go as I threw it against a tree. It fell to the ground, knocked out.
Breathing heavily, I stared it. I felt blood leaking out of the wound on my neck, but all I could do was focus on the creature. I heard the pounding of blood in my ears, seeing everything blur slightly. 'What was wrong with that thing?' I stumbled a bit, seeing the blood pool around it. Taking a small look around, everything was covered in blood. The trees and bushes were black, completely dead. The grass was grey, the sky seemingly falling in on me.
I screamed, running away as fast as I could. Colours flashed past as I saw grins in the bushes.

People are watching.
People are waiting.
For my insanity.

They won't get it.

I flew through the forest, trying to get away as fast as possible. I reached the edge of the forest, an ocean of blood lining it. I screamed as loud as I could, throwing myself to the ground and curling up into a ball. Suddenly I felt something poking me, hearing my name.
"Psyche! Psyche get up! Are you okay!?" I jumped up, looking around. My mom jumped back. "Psyche? Are you alright?" A dream. It was a dream. I looked at her.
"Um yeah I think so... Just a nightmare..."
"Alright..." She turned to leave, walking out of the room. Right before she closed the door, I saw a flash of her covered in blood, a huge grin on her face. It disappeared before I could react.

I'm going crazy.

Song;;

Migraine - Twenty One Pilots

[the batter]

This will be for the winner~