[theexileofkiem]

Username:

theexileofkiem

Name:
Drachen Pavane Lufttanz

Drachen--German for Kite
Pavanne--a song/dance from renissance times
Lufttanz--German for "air" and "dance" smashed together

Gender:

Female

Memory: (495/500)
-I was originally over by 35 oops-

An eastern bluebird bounced around on a branch, tweeting.

One of Drachen's sweetest memories of their dearly departed grandma was from when she was a kit. It was nearly sunset and Drac had desperetly wanted to go outside to fly her kite all day but, as kits can tend to get carried away with themselves, she did just that. She had done just about everything with her Oma that day, everything except fly her kite. She grabbed her kite and ran over to her grandmother.
"Oma! Oma! Can we please go fly the kite?" She sat tentitively, staring upwards.

"But it is nearly dark meine liebling! (my lovely) Shall we play with some toys inside, instead?" Oma looked down at her grandkal lovingly.

Drac whinged "But...I reaaallly wanted to fly the kite today! Its still light enough outside! Can we please go? It means a lot to me." She looked like her eyes were starting to water.

"Alright, alright, put on your boots. Lets go by the lake where there are less trees for it to get caught on. We can't stay out too long though, okay?" The grandmother put on some boots and started helping Drac with hers.

"Danke Oma!" (Thanks) The little kal said excitedly.

"Bitte." (you're welcome) Oma replied, smiling at the joy this seemed to bring her grandkal.

They brought the kite down to the nearby lake, the sunset had just begun and all manner of warm colors started to fill the sky.

"Alright little one, you stand right here. I'll hold the kite over there and when I tell you to, start running that way!" Oma pointed behind Drac.

"Will do!" Drac cheered.

Oma took the kite a ways behind where they had both been standing, letting out the string. "Go!" She yelled. Drac starting running in the opposite direction and the kite took to the air. Oma walked back over to Drac to stand next to her and help her hold the kite. They were facing towards the sunset and had a perfect view of it. Beams of light shimmered on the water, oranges and pinks mingled with the lingering blue and white. "It looks just like the blanket you knitted for me Oma!" Drac smiled lovingly. "It does!" Oma replied. The kite dipped and soared, dancing through the brilliant sky. The sunset lasted for a couple more minutes but then it began getting dark. They began bringing the kite in and Oma grabbed it when it got low enough.

"Lets head back now while there is a bit of light left meine liebling." On the way back they saw an eastern bluebird flying to its nest, tucking in for the night. "You know, that is one of my favorite birds." Oma told Drac. "They are said to bring happiness and their colors are so cheerful!" Drac beemed at her Oma, she loved knowing new things and absorbed information like a little sponge. She would remember this moment always.

(Loosley based on my life)

[Coco Bunny]

Username: Coco Bunny
Name: Aliana
Gender: Female
Memory: It was a cold day, colder than usual. The lake outside Aliana's best friend's house had frozen over, and the two were going ice-skating. Aliana remembers getting the skates on and almost immediately falling over onto the crisp shards of the grass. Aliana's friend was a natural! She swung around the ice as though just running, and despite her best efforts, Ali could not keep up. Then, Ali couldn't stop herself, and began moving straight towards her friend. The two crashed and skidded across the ice - shocked for a moment. Then, her friend began laughing, something which Ali echoed. Cold, wet but joyful, the two got off the lake and padded back to the house, where her friend's mother was waiting for them with a blanket. They watched movies the entire rest of the day.

[~Levi~]

Username: ~Levi~
Name: Kai
Title: Doragonzu no Tame no Dansu - Dance for The Dragons
Gender: male

Memory:

The evening was warm, unusually so with the darkness, which brought an announcement of the arrival of the night and the end of winter. Upon the top of the mountain, there stood the temple, painted with royal red and gold accents, it stod tall and proud, a dedication to the gods. In front were a stage and a large courtyard that was normally empty, today however there was a large crowd, more still climbing up the uneven, ancient stone steps, that led to the temple. There were stalls, ready to start selling as soon as the festival started. The soft scent of smoke sifted through the air as the scarlet lanterns rose up in the sky as the gentle evening breeze, they shone like fireflies fragile but warm, emitting a soft glow that highlighted the fuchsia plum blossom that was starting to open as the first signs of spring.

The beat of the drums, which started, was steady and deep, echoing in the silence as the crowds fell silence. It rose in growing crescendo as the gentle chimes of bells joined in and the eyes of the crowds were drawn to the illuminated stage. And there he stood, lit up by the pyre behind him, giving him a halo of the hearth or the wrath of hell, depending on how the light hit him. He was a lone figure standing tall; eyes shut and back towards the pyre, tall and undisturbed by all that occurred around him; bare-chested but unafraid, loose fitting trousers that rustled softly in the wind. Completely still he stood, a statue just like the statues of the gods to whom he would be preforming the dance of, great creatures that once roamed far and wide that controlled fire itself, wild and untameable. Steadying his breathing, keeping his eyes shut until the heavy sound of a gong vibrated through the air, silencing the other instruments and signalling the start, this was his time, where his practise and lineage would have to pay off.

His eyes snapped open, crystal blue gleams in the darkness, a stark contrast to the dark reeds and oranges of the stage, then letting out a slow breath he extended one arm to the side, smoothly and gracefully, fingers relaxed, palms facing up, the movement so gentle that it did not even cause a whisper through the air. His head lulled gently forward then turning to look towards his extended hand, eyes half lidded, his foot swept to the side then back behind him, a rustle of movement as his loose fitting clothes followed the fluid movement. He paused in the graceful lunge like position, waiting as the energy began to build up behind him and then the fire also grew, climbing up into the sky. The next few movements came faster, in quick succession, twists and turns twirling into magical shapes, almost resembling a rose opening. The fire echoed the movement, following the boy closely, for this, was a Dance for The Dragons.
(499/500)

[Lady Tuesday]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Memory: (500 words maximum)

pretty!!!!!

[christina.]

res

[S-S-Sweets]

res

[Marsh]

Username: Marsh
Name: Briege
Gender: Female
Memory: Briege's best memory would have to be the day she opened her bed and breakfast on the coast of Scotland. An accident involving a loved one caused her to walk away from her old life to start anew and instead follow a dream she's had from a very young age with new people that won't pity her for her past. Every time she looks at the photograph a kind passerby took of her opening the shutters for the first time, it reminds her of the life she turned her back on but also the fresh start she had been craving for a while. The photograph is her equivalent of the first photo a mother has with her newborn child because while the memory is rather bittersweet, it's the one she will remember vividly for the rest of her life.

Her bed and breakfast is the one thing that Briege has poured her heart and soul into since she can remember

[zoosea]

Username: Junemusic
Name:
Gender:
Memory: (500 words maximum)

[doryphoros]

whoa whoa res with finishing witch training

[black crow]

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛


I. grapera
II. levi ♪
III. male
IV. levi was reminiscing, sitting in the woods and gazing up at the treetops. there were stormclouds overhead, and the scent of rain was crisp on the air. he stood and began to pace back and forth. will it work? i hope it works... what if it doesn't? he shook his head to clear it of the negative thoughts. his eyes wandered over to the contraption he had set up. a small rope was attached to a bucket, keeping it suspended in the air. the other end of the rope was connected to a complicated setup of a hammock-looking sheet made of fine fabric. he squinted. it should rain any time n- at that thought, the sky split and rain started to come down. the bucket soon filled up, and made the fabric stretch out to its full extent. it was pretty wide, because it was stretch fabric- a waterproof latex-like cloth. levi stood under it, his chest puffing out in pride as he wasn't touched by the pesky rain. he'd finally made a contraption that worked! what a great day it was indeed. now, if he could only keep his streak of good luck...
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛[/center]