↙NAME↗
The name that instantly came to my mind was Pyro. With the blues and oranges and reds, I was reminded of flames. Just a little later I decided Pyro is a little too masculine. So this girl's name is Pyra.
↙GENDER↗
Pyra here is a female. She's not very fond of those who mistake her for male.
↙REASON BEHIND THE ACCESSORIES↗
•The Black String
There's nothing too important behind this accessory. Mostly just to keep things tied on and in place, as well as open space for new bones that might tie into her worn collection.
•The Bones
Well, the bones. You see, Pyra here is a bone collector. A strange infatuation, but they always catch her attention. From the smallest mouse skull to the largest elephant leg bone. The first bones she's ever collected, she wears, quite proud of them. First is the bird leg on her tail and the bird head on her front leg. Both came from the same bird, a small forest falcon. The dead falcon was, in fact, her first find. Proud of it, she tied the right leg to her tail and the skull to her front leg.
Now, the skull she wears. Pyra is very proud of this one. It's actually a bear skull. Doing her rounds through the forest one day, she ventured a little further than normal and found the scatterings of grizzly bear bones. She searched around the clearing, the bushes, behind the rocks and trees, but could not find what she truly wanted. Curious, she searched harder and found exactly what she was looking for under a clump of sedge grass. Carefully, she tried to fit the broken bear skull onto her head, just to see. To her astonishment, it fit perfectly. She wears it constantly, except for when she wanders out of her solitude into society.
↙NONE KNOW BUT HER↗
Well, Pyra's first dirty little secret is where she lives.
Where does she live?
That's the point. No one knows but her.
She rarely shows her face around other JBD's, living in her house of solitude deep within the forest. There's been once or twice Pyra's been followed into the forest where she lives, but she's been there long enough that she knows her way around. She leads whoever is following her in complex circles and mazes through the pines, then backtracks and leads them right back out of the tree again, leaving quickly for her home. This first little secret is a shelter for her second little secret.
Pyra's second secret is her hobby.
Since she was little Pyra has been entranced with bones. They are under everyone's skin. They keep everyone who possesses them from turning into a puddle. Why wouldn't they be interesting? So, Pyra collects bones. The forest around her home is rich with them from dead deer to deceased wolves. Every once in a while, she goes bone-hunting, searching through the woods in different places for skeletal remains. She's found several, everything from mouse bones to the bear skull she wears. Anything that interests Pyra, she drags back home and arranges them perfectly.
Too afraid to let others know about this strange hobby, she usually removes the bird leg and head as well as the bear skull mask before leaving her secluded home and venturing into more populated places. Pyra is terrified of what people might think of her, and holds a bit of a phobia about being judged and whispered about.
↙ART↗
Rays of brilliant yellow light crept over the distant mountains, painting a watercolor portrait and driving the bitter cold of night far away. A flash of color rippled against the beige pine bark and wiry green sedge grass, weaving her way conspicuously amongst the trees. A stag and his four does lifted their heads from grazing, watching the colors ripple fluidly along. After a moment of this, the stag snorted and danced off into the trees, his harem following quickly behind, white tails bobbing.
Burnt orange and bright yellow flickered in blurred patterns, prancing along an invisible path that bobbed and skipped, occasionally circling one tree, then shooting off in a completely random direction. Her crystal blue eyes stared straight ahead, sweeping back and forth eagerly, head low to the ground. She saw nothing ahead of her, only below, but she saw everything. Under fallen logs, shrubs, even the little clumps of grass and scraggly wildflowers. Occasionally, she would stop, turn something over with her paw, inspect it, sniff contemptuously, and keep moving.
The constant waltz through the pine forest continued throughout the day, only halting at two in the afternoon, when she finally found something.
Bleach white, gleaming in the sun, sat an untouched skeleton. Curious, she walked forward and gazed down at the pristine corpse, resting peacefully in a nest of grass growing up around the fragile white bones.
It looked as if the bird had fallen from a tree branch and gone ‘splat'. Wing bones were carefully stretched out, skull settled perfectly so the left eye stared hollowly up at Pyra. Rolling the skull under her paw, she stared at it thoughtfully. She felt as if she should know what this bird was, but could not place it for the life of her. It took only minutes before her infatuation took over her thoughts.
She played with the threads that decorated her front legs, tail, neck, and toe, trying to decide which one should be used. With a final decision, she carefully lifted the bird’s head, dusted the dirt off, and deftly tied it securely, to her front left leg. Eyeing the rest of the bird's remains, she picked the right leg bone and swished her tail forward, fastening the leg so it dangled from the string.
Satisfied, she inspected her new finds, feeling quite proud of her accomplishment.
---- ---- ----
Pyra’s bone search had started just three days ago when she found a little leg bone cracked, splintered, and old. Nevertheless, she had inspected it with wide blue eyes, turning it over and over in her paws. She had never realized how much bones had really fascinated her before. Overwhelmed, she set out the next day to search for more. And now, she had her first find dangling from her black thread bracelet and tail band.
Today, she decided to search again.
She made the rounds, circling away from where she had searched just a day before. Eager, she started her spastic dance through the woods, creeping closer and closer to where the hills got steeper and steeper, cascading upwards to form jagged mountain teeth. She knew the closer she got to the mountains the more dangerous it became, but Pyra also knew the better chance of a good find rested in those ancient trees.
Tail high above her back, bird’s foot dangling, Pyra race around, head down, eyes focused. And the sun began to creep a little closer to the flat western horizon.
Resting for a moment, Pyra sat, drinking in the warm rays creeping through the thick canopy. She figured she should head back soon, out of the mountains’ base and into safety. Reluctantly, she rose to her feet and began to head back, purposely taking a different route. Not much time passed before she a giant leg bone laying out in the open, stark white against the earthy browns and greens of the forest floor. Curious, Pyra lowered her head and inspected it, declaring aloud to herself that it must be a leg bone.
Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes and gazed around, spotting a vertebrae lying under some scraggly bushes. Suddenly eager, Pyra leapt forward, wriggled under the bushes, and exploded into the clearing beyond, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her.
Bones upon bones upon beautiful, sun bleached bones. Something large had died here, most likely a bear. Scavengers had torn him apart, scattering the bones across the clearing and off into the bushes. Pyra’s eye fell onto every single bone visible, searching for just one. Oh, what a find that one would be!
But she didn’t see it.
Disgruntled she paced back and forth, turning over bones and staring under bushes. Still no glorious find.
Extending her search, she peered behind trees, around rocks, on top of rocks, under the bushes again, but still, she could not find what she wanted.
Growing agitated, she stopped and gazed around. Bones here, bones there. Bones making a trail over there. Bones making a p-
Wait.
Trail?
Pyra’s gaze shot toward that trail. Vertebrae. Scavengers. Maybe what she sought so desperately for was that way? Trying to keep her hopes low, she raced toward the trail and followed. Up a hill and on top, there she finally found it.
Under a clump of wiry grass it sat. The lower jaw absent, remaining teeth intact, the back broken, yet bear skulls were supposed to be tough. Delighted, Pyra rolled over the bear skull, then paused.
It was about the same shape as her head…
No.
Carefully, she tried to place it on her head. To her astonishment it fit as if made for her, settling over her head. She could even see perfectly!
Absolutely delighted, she raced through the trees until she found a creek flowing down from the hills. There, in a pool of icy snowmelt, she surveyed herself. She felt, and looked amazing. Her new ‘jewelry’ fit flawlessly with her. The skull melded with the jagged horns she had never quite liked. Her usually excited blue eyes looked a little colder. A little tougher.
She headed back home, but found herself too excited to really sleep.
In the morning, she made sure everything looked okay, then went to see how other beans would react.
The others she typically hung out with gathered just outside of the tree line, talking, joking, roughhousing, playing tag through the pines. Stopping just behind a thicket of trees and bushes, Pyra peered out, suddenly nervous.
She wondered how they would react to her new ‘décor’. Would they like it? Would they hate it? Would they all fall ominously silent when Pyra stepped out, silently judging her just to laugh about it later?
Pyra began to shake, imagining all the jeers, accusations, insults, laughing…
Then another question entered her mind. What was she willing to give up? Her social life? Or her bones?
Dismayed, she turned and fled into the comforting embrace of the woods, turning her back on the others.
The name that instantly came to my mind was Pyro. With the blues and oranges and reds, I was reminded of flames. Just a little later I decided Pyro is a little too masculine. So this girl's name is Pyra.
↙GENDER↗
Pyra here is a female. She's not very fond of those who mistake her for male.
↙REASON BEHIND THE ACCESSORIES↗
•The Black String
There's nothing too important behind this accessory. Mostly just to keep things tied on and in place, as well as open space for new bones that might tie into her worn collection.
•The Bones
Well, the bones. You see, Pyra here is a bone collector. A strange infatuation, but they always catch her attention. From the smallest mouse skull to the largest elephant leg bone. The first bones she's ever collected, she wears, quite proud of them. First is the bird leg on her tail and the bird head on her front leg. Both came from the same bird, a small forest falcon. The dead falcon was, in fact, her first find. Proud of it, she tied the right leg to her tail and the skull to her front leg.
Now, the skull she wears. Pyra is very proud of this one. It's actually a bear skull. Doing her rounds through the forest one day, she ventured a little further than normal and found the scatterings of grizzly bear bones. She searched around the clearing, the bushes, behind the rocks and trees, but could not find what she truly wanted. Curious, she searched harder and found exactly what she was looking for under a clump of sedge grass. Carefully, she tried to fit the broken bear skull onto her head, just to see. To her astonishment, it fit perfectly. She wears it constantly, except for when she wanders out of her solitude into society.
↙NONE KNOW BUT HER↗
Well, Pyra's first dirty little secret is where she lives.
Where does she live?
That's the point. No one knows but her.
She rarely shows her face around other JBD's, living in her house of solitude deep within the forest. There's been once or twice Pyra's been followed into the forest where she lives, but she's been there long enough that she knows her way around. She leads whoever is following her in complex circles and mazes through the pines, then backtracks and leads them right back out of the tree again, leaving quickly for her home. This first little secret is a shelter for her second little secret.
Pyra's second secret is her hobby.
Since she was little Pyra has been entranced with bones. They are under everyone's skin. They keep everyone who possesses them from turning into a puddle. Why wouldn't they be interesting? So, Pyra collects bones. The forest around her home is rich with them from dead deer to deceased wolves. Every once in a while, she goes bone-hunting, searching through the woods in different places for skeletal remains. She's found several, everything from mouse bones to the bear skull she wears. Anything that interests Pyra, she drags back home and arranges them perfectly.
Too afraid to let others know about this strange hobby, she usually removes the bird leg and head as well as the bear skull mask before leaving her secluded home and venturing into more populated places. Pyra is terrified of what people might think of her, and holds a bit of a phobia about being judged and whispered about.
↙ART↗
Rays of brilliant yellow light crept over the distant mountains, painting a watercolor portrait and driving the bitter cold of night far away. A flash of color rippled against the beige pine bark and wiry green sedge grass, weaving her way conspicuously amongst the trees. A stag and his four does lifted their heads from grazing, watching the colors ripple fluidly along. After a moment of this, the stag snorted and danced off into the trees, his harem following quickly behind, white tails bobbing.
Burnt orange and bright yellow flickered in blurred patterns, prancing along an invisible path that bobbed and skipped, occasionally circling one tree, then shooting off in a completely random direction. Her crystal blue eyes stared straight ahead, sweeping back and forth eagerly, head low to the ground. She saw nothing ahead of her, only below, but she saw everything. Under fallen logs, shrubs, even the little clumps of grass and scraggly wildflowers. Occasionally, she would stop, turn something over with her paw, inspect it, sniff contemptuously, and keep moving.
The constant waltz through the pine forest continued throughout the day, only halting at two in the afternoon, when she finally found something.
Bleach white, gleaming in the sun, sat an untouched skeleton. Curious, she walked forward and gazed down at the pristine corpse, resting peacefully in a nest of grass growing up around the fragile white bones.
It looked as if the bird had fallen from a tree branch and gone ‘splat'. Wing bones were carefully stretched out, skull settled perfectly so the left eye stared hollowly up at Pyra. Rolling the skull under her paw, she stared at it thoughtfully. She felt as if she should know what this bird was, but could not place it for the life of her. It took only minutes before her infatuation took over her thoughts.
She played with the threads that decorated her front legs, tail, neck, and toe, trying to decide which one should be used. With a final decision, she carefully lifted the bird’s head, dusted the dirt off, and deftly tied it securely, to her front left leg. Eyeing the rest of the bird's remains, she picked the right leg bone and swished her tail forward, fastening the leg so it dangled from the string.
Satisfied, she inspected her new finds, feeling quite proud of her accomplishment.
---- ---- ----
Pyra’s bone search had started just three days ago when she found a little leg bone cracked, splintered, and old. Nevertheless, she had inspected it with wide blue eyes, turning it over and over in her paws. She had never realized how much bones had really fascinated her before. Overwhelmed, she set out the next day to search for more. And now, she had her first find dangling from her black thread bracelet and tail band.
Today, she decided to search again.
She made the rounds, circling away from where she had searched just a day before. Eager, she started her spastic dance through the woods, creeping closer and closer to where the hills got steeper and steeper, cascading upwards to form jagged mountain teeth. She knew the closer she got to the mountains the more dangerous it became, but Pyra also knew the better chance of a good find rested in those ancient trees.
Tail high above her back, bird’s foot dangling, Pyra race around, head down, eyes focused. And the sun began to creep a little closer to the flat western horizon.
Resting for a moment, Pyra sat, drinking in the warm rays creeping through the thick canopy. She figured she should head back soon, out of the mountains’ base and into safety. Reluctantly, she rose to her feet and began to head back, purposely taking a different route. Not much time passed before she a giant leg bone laying out in the open, stark white against the earthy browns and greens of the forest floor. Curious, Pyra lowered her head and inspected it, declaring aloud to herself that it must be a leg bone.
Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes and gazed around, spotting a vertebrae lying under some scraggly bushes. Suddenly eager, Pyra leapt forward, wriggled under the bushes, and exploded into the clearing beyond, her eyes widening at the sight that greeted her.
Bones upon bones upon beautiful, sun bleached bones. Something large had died here, most likely a bear. Scavengers had torn him apart, scattering the bones across the clearing and off into the bushes. Pyra’s eye fell onto every single bone visible, searching for just one. Oh, what a find that one would be!
But she didn’t see it.
Disgruntled she paced back and forth, turning over bones and staring under bushes. Still no glorious find.
Extending her search, she peered behind trees, around rocks, on top of rocks, under the bushes again, but still, she could not find what she wanted.
Growing agitated, she stopped and gazed around. Bones here, bones there. Bones making a trail over there. Bones making a p-
Wait.
Trail?
Pyra’s gaze shot toward that trail. Vertebrae. Scavengers. Maybe what she sought so desperately for was that way? Trying to keep her hopes low, she raced toward the trail and followed. Up a hill and on top, there she finally found it.
Under a clump of wiry grass it sat. The lower jaw absent, remaining teeth intact, the back broken, yet bear skulls were supposed to be tough. Delighted, Pyra rolled over the bear skull, then paused.
It was about the same shape as her head…
No.
Carefully, she tried to place it on her head. To her astonishment it fit as if made for her, settling over her head. She could even see perfectly!
Absolutely delighted, she raced through the trees until she found a creek flowing down from the hills. There, in a pool of icy snowmelt, she surveyed herself. She felt, and looked amazing. Her new ‘jewelry’ fit flawlessly with her. The skull melded with the jagged horns she had never quite liked. Her usually excited blue eyes looked a little colder. A little tougher.
She headed back home, but found herself too excited to really sleep.
In the morning, she made sure everything looked okay, then went to see how other beans would react.
The others she typically hung out with gathered just outside of the tree line, talking, joking, roughhousing, playing tag through the pines. Stopping just behind a thicket of trees and bushes, Pyra peered out, suddenly nervous.
She wondered how they would react to her new ‘décor’. Would they like it? Would they hate it? Would they all fall ominously silent when Pyra stepped out, silently judging her just to laugh about it later?
Pyra began to shake, imagining all the jeers, accusations, insults, laughing…
Then another question entered her mind. What was she willing to give up? Her social life? Or her bones?
Dismayed, she turned and fled into the comforting embrace of the woods, turning her back on the others.
