[dr pepper.]

I, bambi boo, will tell you a tale,
A tale of a Plumerain named Arendale.

She is not normal you see,
She is mute, she doesn't even talk to me.

This tale is not long,
And it's not just this song.

Just stay here with me,
And deeper you will be.
Walking. Something Arendale wasn't fond of, especially if she was in a place she didn't know. She was lost in a forest, left there because of her father. Young Arendale had know idea why, since she obviously didn't do anything wrong that she could recall. Was her father mad at her, for not being able to speak to anyone's she certainly knew how to speak, but never chose to, for reasons unknown. Hell, I don't even know if she knows herself.
Cracking. Leaves and twigs make the loud sounds as she walked. Terrifies she was, frantically looking around as it got darker. The dark was something Arendale was afraid of. She heard the forest animals' calls, and the wind making the trees sway back and forth. She felt the tears swell up in her eyes, her stomach growled, and the fur on her back stood all the way up. She started to breath heavy, tears streaming down her face, then, a loud sound heard in the whole forest.
Running. Arendale hated running the most, since it made her legs and back ache. She was way to afraid to care, she just wanted safety, she just wanted food, she just wanted light.
Darkness. The one thing Arendale couldn't get over. It was pitch black dark now, with only the dim light of the full moon, and the tiny stars in the distance. All of a sudden, Aredale tripped on a tree root, making her land hard on the ground. She felt her hair getting pulled by the weeds and twigs on the ground around her, and her face landing on rocks. She didn't move. Aredale weeped softly into the ground. Footsteps. The sound got closer and closer to Arendale as she lay there helpless. Then, she heard the word, "come."
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[jaques]

Username; Annie Leonhardt
Name; Hazel Grace
Gender; Female

[Bittertiffany]

Whoops -w- still making a form but I didn't see the art limit so I need to rethink~

[scolipede.]

flies in to mark this

[marlosanson]

Username;
Name;
Gender;

Mark

[Brûlée]

Username; Brûlée
Name; Albany Gable
Gender; Female

[wandzie.]

Username; wandzie.

Name; Robyn Amelia Rose.

Gender; Female.

Age; Around 20 ish.

DOB; September 17th.

Star Sign; Virgo.

5 Word Personality; Distant, Dreamy, Sweet,
Reserved and Secretive.

Occupation; Wood Carver.

House and Family; No family, lives in a small
wooden hut with loads of little animals in a forest
a bit like Snow White, and owns another hut
beside it where she sells beautiful wood carvings.

Theme Song; Pompeii
Why? There's a particular line in the song, "And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?" And well, as you get to know Robyn, it really describes her and her past.



Quirks and Loves; Robyn is animal and environment mad,
she's always talking to animals and doesn't really like people, but
if they knew her, they'd know she was a girl with a super warm
and kind heart. Even though she is a wood carver, she always re
plants trees to keep the world going. Robyn also enjoys curling
up with a good book and herbal tea.

History; When she was young, Robyn was in an orphanage
because her parents could not care for her. She can't remember much,
and when she was old enough, she left and started her new life,
which she likes much more.

Breaking Point; No one is perfect, everyone has one thing
that breaks them, and Robyn's one is family related. Having
been mainly alone her whole life, starting a new one felt easy.
She wasn't used to people though, so didn't know how to mix.
After a few bad experiences, Robyn isolated herself to just
animals. She still makes a huge effort with everyone who visits
the shop.

Art Credit; x By Peachpie1164
x By Me
x By Me
Thank you so much and good luck <333
(312 Words <3)

[elyx]

username; toffee~
name; Calypso ;; Cali
gender; ♀

rESERVE

[10ke]

...i call myself the flood of fertility

username;; ppotato
gender;; female
name;; blom kind (flower child) goes by blom

I was born a long time ago, into a small unsurviving tribe. Unsurviving until I came. Strange things started to happen. As soon as I was born, the stream of water (there was a drought, it didn't really exist) started flowing again and the crops flourished. They respected me, treated me like a god. They called me a princess, treated me like one. Decorated me in feathers, gave me all of the best prey. I used to love this when I was little, but at the fairly young age of 13 I asked myself is this what I really wanted? To have all the glory and the best things, while other tribes may be suffering? This question ate away at me for a long and hard 5 years until I decided I would leave to help other tribes.

The other tribes had heard of the "flower child" and embraced my visits, thinking that my visits would help the tribe thrive. As I am a plumerian, I don't have magic. But I would sneak in and weed, water and feed the plants to keep the legend going. I help many tribes, and often end up travelling quite a few miles through the breathtaking landscape. The landscape is the second favourite part of it.

The smiles and joy are the first.

[PixelPlushiee]

dropping out. Good luck everyone ♥