[ExVenor]

Adopted

Username: kijauni
Name: LoK Flickering Lights, Fading Paths I Kuragari
Gender: Female
Height: 20 in
Weight: 41 lbs
Color: Black and Silver Agouti Brindle Cryptic Merle Stained Pseudo Irish Rainfall
Genotype: awaw BB cchce DD Ee hh Ii kbrky Mam sisp+ Tsrt UU LL

Haunted Forest

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Story Comp! Write a short story about this collie going on a walk through the woods at night and what they thought of the experience.
Ends after at least 2 pages!

[-chirp-]

username: -chirp-
name: unending darkness / kuragari
name meaning:


kuragari - a japanese origin name meaning “darkness”


gender: female
prompt:
creepy crawling. darkened shadows. white-yellow eyes. a scream in the distance. a twig break behind her. to say the least, kuragari was absolutely petrified. she never liked the dark, add woods to it and thats quite possibly her worst nightmare. i can’t believe i’m doing this, she thought. her one goal in mind was to get through the woods and not encounter any… creatures on her way. she thought back to the story amisha told once, of a large deer trying to kill her. according to amisha, it also followed her back to the sanctum. if that wasn’t absolutely horrifying, then she didn’t know what was.

the path was beaten, having been traveled by many collies before. but that didn’t mean it was smooth. her paws hurt, stepping on twigs she couldn’t see. another reason why she hated this walk. something snagged her tail, startling her to bolt forward. she didn’t want to see whatever had her, all she knew was to get out of there. in her haste, some fur got pulled from her tail, but that didn’t deter her from running. finally, finally, she saw the light of the sanctums gate. a small hole was under the fence and she squeezed right through. kuragari let out a puff of air, glad to be in safe territory. but she still had this icky feeling of eyes on her.

[cujo.]

mark

[Griffin Torrens]

Username: Griffin Torrens
Name: Moth / Like Moths to a Flame
Name Meaning: Named after the rainfall markings, and the show name is in reference to the story, almost a metaphor.
Gender: Female
Prompt:

It had always felt like the woods were watching her. While this had never scared her, it unsettled her enough to refrain from stepping between the looming trunks, instead choosing to simply skirt the forest. However, something felt different this time.

A chill October wind tugged on her fur before whistling through the trees as if calling her. The moon shone bright, making the shadows dance on the forest floor. Rather than unsettled, the collie felt a sort of longing tugging at her chest, one she'd never experienced before. The forest felt like company, something she hadn't had in a long time.

Finally, she entered. The dark trunks now twisted around her, feeling like a prison, yet also home. The air following her started to bring fresh scents of rodents and dying plants. Fallen leaves crunched under her paws, and the trees creaked and groaned. However, the creepy atmosphere only deepened her interest.

The forest is beautiful, why was I so against entering it?

Movement caught her eye. Turning her head, the black collie spotted a small, white moth. It flitted on the breeze, bouncing through the air towards her. It stopped for a heartbeat before her nose, then continued in a new direction. While she couldn't place a paw on what came over her, the collie found herself following.

Matching the moth's speed, the dog walked through the forest at a slow pace, taking in the scenery as she went. The further they travelled, the more she felt as if she were being led in the right direction. As if it were time to leave her old life behind. They may not be her future, but the woods felt like a portal. She was loosing herself between the trunks, blindly following a moth and this feeling. The trees seemed to be whispering secrets to her, if only she could understand them, and the moon beckoned her.

A twig snapped, and the magic was gone.

Freezing, she looked in the noise's direction, before glancing back ahead and seeing no trace of the moth. Her paws felt heavy, as if this next decision could change everything. Yet the forest still stood confidently around her, and the breeze tugged at her fur once again. So she followed. Paw steps light and head low, she crept fowrawds, dodging trees patches of dead leaves. Pinpointing where the noise was coming from, she paused at the edge of a clearing.

There a collie sat, grey fur sparkling in the moonlight. Her pelt was spotless, a clear indication the stranger was no stray like herself. Her shoulders were hunched, and her eyes hollow. She seemed... Lost. But not physically.

Before she turned to leave as she always would with new dogs, the black collie hesitated. That's when she spotted the white moth flitting beside the stranger, before raising to the moon and disappearing from sight.

She'd always hated the forest. Felt as if it watched and judged her. Yet here she was, after a beautiful experience in something she once felt the need to disregard.

And all it took were a few pawsteps.

Taking a small breath, she rose to her paws and confidently walked towards the stranger.

"Hey."

[.devote.]

Username: .devote.
Name: Milele // Pieces Of Magic
Name Meaning: (optional)
Gender: female
Prompt:

Nightly walks are purely divine. If you've never been on one, I highly suggest. For you will never know the way the moon and her stars twinkle on the grass, or how gently she caresses all things whom are beneath her illuminating kiss. If you listen close enough you can hear the frogs and crickets chime in and sing to her. And if you're looking close enough, you might find a few moths & bats gliding and sharing secrets with her. But do not be fooled, for not every night is the same calm melody for the moon.

Sometimes I'm convinced I can hear banshees crying out into the night, searching for their long lost loved ones. And if I wander too far alone I swear I can hear the creatures of the night watching me & how i move. Other times I might catch a sight of a ghost or two, but I never get too near. You never know what they are and what else could be out there to fear. As soon as the chills crawl up my spine, I sprint off to my home in high hopes for another night. 'Goodnight!' I howl to my moon. 'I will see you soon....'

[nio]

mark

[EchoIre]

Username: EchoIre
Name: RR Sylvan Mischief | Will'o
Name Meaning: Fairies are known for being mischievous and causing trouble, and the white speckles on Willo's pelt reminds me of fairy wings. They also look quite a bit like eyes, and fairies are said to have watched the targets of their often cruel jokes with great interest. Will'o comes from will'o wisps, which are lights that lead those who follow them deep into the forest, often to some kind of misfortune. Some tales describe them as being created by fairies/fairies themselves.
Gender: Female
Prompt:
wip!

[voxtexy]

Username: envious.
Name: Desert Harbor's Little Star || Jasper
Name Meaning: Named after what led him home, stars!
Gender: Male
Prompt:

"Jasper!"

The last thing the young collie heard was his human calling out his name frantically. Moments ago he was happily chasing him around the campfire, now he was alone and surrounded by nothing but darkness. Whimpering in fear, Jasper warily looked around. Nothing looked familiar. There was no camp fire, no tents, no vehicles... and most importantly, no Harley. What started as a fun camping trip was now a nightmare. How far did he chase that moth? Surely he couldn't be far from his kid.

Looking up to the night sky, Jasper searched the stars, looking for a sign. There had to be a clue as to which way he'd have to go. The stars would tell him where to go- they had to. Everything else around him was dark, offering the pup no comfort. Look for the light in the darkness, follow it. At first glance, Jasper felt his confidence falter. There were so many stars, so many different paths. There was no telling which one would lead him home. The pup shook his head, he had to focus! Which stars were brighter? Jasper then spun in a circle a few times, squinting his icy blue eyes as if that would help him see better. After a few moments, he saw it. There were a few stars spread out, forming a slightly jagged line. Each of them were insanely bright, twinkling with what seemed like joy. That was the path he had to follow!

Nothing would slow him down! Not even the eerie cricket chirps and owl screeches. Tonight, Jasper was as brave as a knight. The trees that towered over him didn't send shivers down his spine, instead he looked at them as a wall- blocking him from veering off the path that would lead him home. Instead of being afraid, he was excited. As he neared the end of the starlight path, an orange glow came into view. Jasper excitedly bounced, watching as sparks flicked off of the fire, beckoning him to return home. He didn't have to be asked twice! As soon as the sparks disappeared from the air, he ran as fast as his four paws could carry him. As he ran he ignored every chirp, hoot, and creak of the trees as he made a beeline for the campfire. He wasted no time, immediately jumping at his kid, barking excitedly. Squealing with joy, Harley welcomed his pup back home with a tight hug, giggling as Jasper smothered him in kisses.

All Jasper could think about was how he had conquered his fears tonight. The forest wasn't so scary with the stars shining brightly overhead.

[ExVenor]

username: -chirp-
name: unending darkness / kuragari
name meaning:


kuragari - a japanese origin name meaning “darkness”


gender: female
prompt:
creepy crawling. darkened shadows. white-yellow eyes. a scream in the distance. a twig break behind her. to say the least, kuragari was absolutely petrified. she never liked the dark, add woods to it and thats quite possibly her worst nightmare. i can’t believe i’m doing this, she thought. her one goal in mind was to get through the woods and not encounter any… creatures on her way. she thought back to the story amisha told once, of a large deer trying to kill her. according to amisha, it also followed her back to the sanctum. if that wasn’t absolutely horrifying, then she didn’t know what was.

the path was beaten, having been traveled by many collies before. but that didn’t mean it was smooth. her paws hurt, stepping on twigs she couldn’t see. another reason why she hated this walk. something snagged her tail, startling her to bolt forward. she didn’t want to see whatever had her, all she knew was to get out of there. in her haste, some fur got pulled from her tail, but that didn’t deter her from running. finally, finally, she saw the light of the sanctums gate. a small hole was under the fence and she squeezed right through. kuragari let out a puff of air, glad to be in safe territory. but she still had this icky feeling of eyes on her.

congrats!

[-chirp-]

sold to lloma/kijauni