[Ruki Ki]

What is a Velynn?
Velynns (pronounced [vehy-lynns]) are canine-like creatures most often known for their two soft tufts of feathers, one on their back between their shoulders, and one in place of their tails. The very first Velynns were created from particularly strong daydreams, thoughts, or ideas, and to this day those Velynns without parents come into existence through this same way. Being light and airy, much like thoughts and dreams, Velynns have been known to float. However, they never stop floating! A Velynn not held down will continue to float up and up forever, which doesn't often end well. Because of this, Velynns have always been given anchors of all colors to hang around their neck on a rope. This anchor allows them to walk and move normally on the ground, but it still allows them to levitate above the ground for short period of time, jump higher than normal, and seemingly drift around much more fluidly than any other similar species. If a Velynn was created from a particularly strong idea, it is not uncommon to see them surrounded with wisps of swirling, colored light, most often around their paws.

This Velynn was created from a particularly strong daydream, thought, or idea. Your job is to find out what that was. Note: All of this Velynn is markings. No scratches, etc.

Please keep anything you write child-safe. If you have questions about anything, PM me. The story does not have to be sad, scary, etc. If you see something in the design, go at it. Points for originality. Yay.

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Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn;;

End date: March 17th

[claypigeon]

Username;;
Velynn Name;; Velocity
Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn;; the water rushed over my eyes fogging my vision completely. I struggled to pull my self back up but the waves wouldn't allow. As my throat gets filled with ocean water i close my eyes and await death. The sounds of pretty songbirds i could just make out over the rushing wind. as salmon swam by i reached out to touch one, immediately it began to sprout wings, it took off with the other birds making weird floppy noises. My throat seemed to empty, i was in the sea and i was safe. there was a rather pretty bird bobbing for fish and a rather odd frog that had weird ears that twitched violently. But the world started to fade and i was pushed into a world of war, buildings crumbled as little kids with horrible injuries screamed for help. wip

[paris.]

Username:
Hello, my name is paris. (with the period.) I am currently an owner of one beautiful Velynn, Chell, and I think adopting this beauty will give Chell a friend, as well as allowing me to be able to reach out to the Velynn community with this male character as well as Chell.

Velynn Name:
My name is Sanguis. I'm very pleased to meet you.

Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn:

You want to hear my story? My Creation Story? Well, I suggest you settle down, this one could take me a while. It is a kind of long story. *He slowly sits down*
I suppose I should start this story with once upon a time, to have it have a happy part, but alas, there isn't much happy to my idea. Despite that, though, I try to stay tough despite the situations, but that's beside the point. Back to my story.
Once upon a time, there was a creature, a creature whom God named Man, and Man was good. Man had many sons, but the one son who created me...he was a special son.
I am unsure of his name, but I humbly refer to him as Creator, seeing as that's who he is to me. Creator always had big ideas when he was a child, but, as we all know, an idea cannot create a strong Velynn unless the idea is continued. But there was one idea that always stuck with Creator, wherever he went, and that idea was me.
I try not to see myself in this idea, because it is power hungry, lustful, and greedy. But my idea does not dictate my personality (or so I am told) so I keep my idea secret from most. But I trust you anyway, so I may as well tell you. But this idea is not me, nor am I this idea, it is just from where I came. Just as you came from your mother but are not like her, I came from this idea, but am not like it.
Creator had this...this idea of power in his mind. His surroundings were under heavy debts, and owed much to the World. Creator was stuck into poverty. But Creator was clever, and gathered up other Men to follow him. Then, he rose up to power.
At first, many Men praised him, saying Creator was going to save them from their debts. But then, Creator became corrupt. He recruited Men to kill many innocent Men, killing them and their Golden Stars, and the World was angered at Creator. But the World could do nothing about it, because Creator had the power of the World in his hands. The World tried to fight against Creator and his allies, but Creator was too powerful. The World was becoming his.
The another country, far away, let off an explosion, a Destroyer of Worlds on a country that Creator was friends with. Finally, Creator's power was coming to an end, and Creator quickly realized this. Power never wins.
He hid, and I never heard from Creator again. All I know is that once, I think I may have heard Creator's true name somewhere. I think Creator's name was Hitler.

[Kirarya]

Username;;
Kirarya


Velynn Name;;
Damon

Greek name derived from the word daman, meaning
"to tame, to subdue" and euphemistically "to kill."


Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn;;
Seashore Bloodshed

"My existence is a tormenting one. Created by a dark desire, I live fighting the malicious instincts
I was born with. Do you have any idea how hard it is to constantly have to will yourself not to harm
the people around you? I have no family, and no friends either. Being close to anyone is impossible -
I am alone. As a result I have developed major depression. I wake every morning struggling to
remind myself that I have some reason to live, and recently I have found that harder and harder to
do. In an attempt to save myself I started this journal. What I write changes depending on my mood.
I can only pray that it will help."

Blood. Blood was scattered across the sand. The sea hugged the shore as the water crawled in and
out but the blood remained. In some places it ran together to form morbid red tidal pools, glinting in
the overcast sun. Everything else was grey. It blended together to form a monochromatic landscape
in which the only colour was the scarlet of the dots on the sand.

One figure stood on the beach. It trembled, maybe because the air was cold. Or maybe because it was
cold. It had, after all, no heart beating in their chest to keep them warm. Metaphorically speaking.
Its arms were smeared red and drops of blood slid from its fingertips to the beach below. Not far
away was another figure. This one lay just out of the grasp of the waves that reached towards it. It
did not move. It was still. Its clothes were drenched and stained with a crimson liquid that wasn't
water.

Suddenly the standing one wailed. It was a hollow cry that reverberated with regret. It rose and fell in
motion with the breaking waves before trailing off into a broken sob. The standing one fell. And
crawled. It crawled until it was alongside the one that was already laying, leaving heavy trailing
marks in the wet sand. Then it stopped. It linked hands with the one that was already laying. Then
it dropped its head. It did not move again.

[capone.]

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[Ruki Ki]

Forgot the end date x _ x March 17th ;v; Sorry peoples <3

[Roadhog]

Username;;owllover
Velynn Name;;Sammy
Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn;;well Sammy went to bed, his normal routine, brushed his fur, teeth, got in his pajamas , and went to his small cave like den
he snuggled in to the small cozy bed, and tried to fall asleep, but he felt as if he couldn't, for some reason he just couldn't sleep, time went by from 12:00 to 1:00 am, he still couldn't sleep "weird"- he though, so he got up , got a drink , and head back for the bed, that's when things got weird-
he passed out, laying on the ground and suddenly he woke up-it looked like his normal cave-same bed,same everything- he was in his bed though-confused he got up to go see if everything was alright- but it wasn't . Once he got to his kitchen things started to get more weird-he saw another Velynn of his species, it looked like him- just a bit older, and it was female- she said, morning honey- do you wanna go out and hunt around and explore for a bit-confused he said "no ", and "who are you" the mysterious velynn looked at him and said "don't be silly , i'm your mother"
he was still really confused- he asked the date she said "that weird , i though you knew the date, well its 1882, " he asked another question which made her really confused and give him a look she said "well , you are still only like... 50 years old, its seems as if i am getting old" she chuckled and smiled.he was still confused and jumped outside-everything looked normal , but what happened to him- he knew he wasn't sleeping, and or dreaming, but it felt so- fake... he saw another familiar figure walk in - he could tell it may have been his dad - how ? Well his dad had been in the war , and had noticeable scars,and he continued to go out, he gave a strange look.... but once he got outsie to the point his parents couldn't see him - he saw a strange being
it stood tall and skinny, but crouched down to where he couldn't tell what it was, it came closer, while Sammy stood still, it came and touched his forehead, it started to glow, and the being turned to dust and disappeared , the dream was over- he woke up again-in his bed, and saw 2 piercing glowing yellow w=eyes of the being that touched him, right next to his bed....

also i would really want this velynn because i have never had one , and i kinda want one C:

[Shinnybear]

Sʜɪɴɴʏ .


Jacinus, AKA Jace ( Mixture of Jace and Asinis. Asinis means Blood in Latvian )
( pron. Jass-e-nuh-us )


"Nightmares...they had always haunted me as a child. I remember them so vividly, even till this day. I remember the sounds, the sights, the smell, the feel. Every single little detail is stuck in my mind, and so are the restless nights as a child. When I was six years old, I had nightmares more often than I had dreams. I remember one in particular very well, as it was the one that scared me the most as a little girl. The first night I had it was shortly after my birthday. It had been a very gloomy day, and the night was bright and filled with shimmering stars. We had been hearing horror stories on the news over and over again as of late, so I assumed that was why I had it. Problem is, even long after the horror stories were done, I kept having this nightmare. I had it every night, the same thing. Up until nine, I kept having this nightmare quite often. The nightmare would go like this:

I would wake up in my bed, a beautiful night sky shining its light through my window and illuminating my room. It all seemed normal, my stuffed animal rabbit and bear sitting on my desk, some of my toys sprawled across the floor...it was all normal. I would get out of bed and walk into our hallway, which always felt as if someone were watching me. Making my way down the stairs, I'd hear a noise in the kitchen and see a faint light, assuming it was my dad getting a late night snack from the fridge. Without giving any notice, I'd enter my kitchen and get a cup to fill with water, and turn around to see the most horrifying thing in my entire life. It definitely wasn't my dad, but an odd, human-like creature wrapped up in bandages. It gave the appearance of an 8-foot tall mummy with a hunched back, and long arms with hands that touched the floor. The eyes of this creature were always completely black, and they always began to glow red when it saw me. It shrieked every time and began to chase after me as I booked it to my front door. I'd make it outside and be running in my nightgown through my dark neighborhood. Running as fast as my little legs would allow, my mind decided to take me to the river just under the bridge that separates my suburban area with the city. My feet would skid down the muddy incline, and down to the bank of the river. At that point, I'd run down the bank so far that I wouldn't be able to see a house I recognized. My body gave out at that point, and my eyes quickly darted around to see if I had lost the terrifying beast. It seemed that way for a little bit, until I heard the rushing of water from further up the river. The wind would pick up, and the trees would blow and make sickening sounds as they scraped up against each other. Every time I had this dream, I knew what would happen next at this point. Now the sky and moon would turn a blood red, and the creature would appear across on the other side of the water. As it entered the water to come to me, the water would slowly turn as red as the sky. I always woke up right at the point when the creature made it across the river and stood in front of me, bending down to meet my eyes.
As I grew older, the nightmare began closer and closer to the blood-red river, and different things began to happen. One time the creature had some friends, another I was thrown into the river and rushed down its course. Whatever the case may be, I always ended up by that river.

I am now nineteen, but that river still haunts me. However, the last dream about the river I had, a dog stood a little ways away from me on the bank. I wonder what that could mean..."

[Silverix]

Username: Silverix
Velynn Name: Tainted Memories
Story about the dream/thought/idea that created this Velynn:
I wandered about in the dark corridors, listening to the hollow thumping sound my feet made on the floorboards. I couldn't remember anything in the past very clearly. Could this possibly be what they called "amnesia"? I faintly remembered people obsessing over the countless games and stories that involved amnesia, commonly of someone trapped in some kind of dark room without any memories of how they became to be there, who they were at all. I looked down, staring at my hands. Weren't those only fiction, made up things? But... Was that what I had turned into? I sat down, leaning against the wall. I was aware of the darkness enveloping me. Was this who I was right now? Would I never escape this corridor of darkness? I shut my eyes tight and explored my memories. It always felt like I was on the verge of remembering something. I would occasionally remember a faint blur, but then it would quickly slip away again.
A sound suddenly rang in my ears. The sound of ocean waves. I concentrated, trying to hang onto it.
My eyes flew open. I didn't see a dark corridor. Instead, I saw a golden beach, clear water, and radiant sunshine. I could almost see my younger self, dancing joyfully on the sand. My hand reached out involuntarily for it, as I tried to grasp that straw of memory.
Then blood stained the beach. The ocean turned an red. The sky turned red. My hand was spotted with blood. My younger self fell to the ground, and lay there, also bloodied, before fading away.
I woke from the hallucination. My hand didn't have any blood on it. But that one tainted memory remained in my mind, forever haunting me.

(I only just noticed that Kirarya also had a story about a beach... Please note that I didn't intend to copy. I thought the colours on the Velynn looked like a bloodstained beach.)

[Ruki Ki]

Kay. Something happened. Anyways. Closed now, I'll judge in a sec.