Username:
IcyWolf99
Name:
Aozora
Name meaning:
In Japanese it means "blue sky"
Gender:
Male
Art of him and his favourite type of bird:
Aozora and his Mountain Bluebird
Art by me.
1 extra:
I chose to do a short story, something of his past.The short story is by me.
Forever Blue
The sky is blue again today. I can see as the morning breaks over the horizon. Today I will wait for my mother again.
[url]My mother, where has she gone?[/url]I can't find her anywhere anymore. I can remember her kind dark gray eyes, telling me,"I will protect you." as I awoke from a nightmare,screaming and screaming. She curled her body around mine, and her warmth seeped into me.
How long has she been gone?, I wonder. I feed on the mosses and lichen alone.Waiting,waiting, everyday.
She will come back one day, I say to myself, believing my own false words. Sometimes, I wonder though," Has she abandoned me?" However, I always shake that absurd thought out of my mind."She wouldn't"I tell myself."She wouldn't''
I blink my eyes twice, and when I open them again, I see a bird with feathers that are all completely blue,in front of me, perched on a small decaying tree. I decide to call it "The Bluebird'.
The Bluebird stares at me, it's large black eyes sparkling with curiosity, not fear, just like I. It flaps it's wings, inviting me to play with it, so I do, and it sings it's song while I dance the dawn away.
We both hear a echoing sound from the far left, the sound of a hundred melodious chirping. The Bluebird looks at me strangely, tilting it's head, then looks off to the flock of it's same species. With a titter of small wings, it slowly glides away to the distant blue away.
When I see it fly away, I feel ever so lonely, just like before. I sigh softly, and then turn away, but the Bluebird flies back to me!
It lands on my back, and I realize I have a strange piece of muscle where it lands. Craning my head over my neck, I see I have my own set of wings!
The Bluebird looks at me, with a smile in it's eyes, as I open my wings wide, and soar to the sky.
To feel the wind, and see the blue, and glide through the seas of the sky, is a true memory to remember. I understand now, with tears in my eyes, my mother has gone off this earth, to live another life. I know she did not want to leave me behind, but I understand why now. With a look at the Bluebird, I thank him with my eyes.
The sky is blue again today, I can hear a hundred voices sing. I smile to my mother and my bluebird, as I soar through the sky, the immense forever blue.
IcyWolf99
Name:
Aozora
Name meaning:
In Japanese it means "blue sky"
Gender:
Male
Art of him and his favourite type of bird:
Aozora and his Mountain Bluebird
Art by me.
1 extra:
I chose to do a short story, something of his past.The short story is by me.
Forever Blue
The sky is blue again today. I can see as the morning breaks over the horizon. Today I will wait for my mother again.
[url]My mother, where has she gone?[/url]I can't find her anywhere anymore. I can remember her kind dark gray eyes, telling me,"I will protect you." as I awoke from a nightmare,screaming and screaming. She curled her body around mine, and her warmth seeped into me.
How long has she been gone?, I wonder. I feed on the mosses and lichen alone.Waiting,waiting, everyday.
She will come back one day, I say to myself, believing my own false words. Sometimes, I wonder though," Has she abandoned me?" However, I always shake that absurd thought out of my mind."She wouldn't"I tell myself."She wouldn't''
I blink my eyes twice, and when I open them again, I see a bird with feathers that are all completely blue,in front of me, perched on a small decaying tree. I decide to call it "The Bluebird'.
The Bluebird stares at me, it's large black eyes sparkling with curiosity, not fear, just like I. It flaps it's wings, inviting me to play with it, so I do, and it sings it's song while I dance the dawn away.
We both hear a echoing sound from the far left, the sound of a hundred melodious chirping. The Bluebird looks at me strangely, tilting it's head, then looks off to the flock of it's same species. With a titter of small wings, it slowly glides away to the distant blue away.
When I see it fly away, I feel ever so lonely, just like before. I sigh softly, and then turn away, but the Bluebird flies back to me!
It lands on my back, and I realize I have a strange piece of muscle where it lands. Craning my head over my neck, I see I have my own set of wings!
The Bluebird looks at me, with a smile in it's eyes, as I open my wings wide, and soar to the sky.
To feel the wind, and see the blue, and glide through the seas of the sky, is a true memory to remember. I understand now, with tears in my eyes, my mother has gone off this earth, to live another life. I know she did not want to leave me behind, but I understand why now. With a look at the Bluebird, I thank him with my eyes.
The sky is blue again today, I can hear a hundred voices sing. I smile to my mother and my bluebird, as I soar through the sky, the immense forever blue.
