Username;;
Ashwyn
Name;;
Melody
Definition wrote:
Pronunciation:
mel·o·dy/ˈmelədē/
Noun:
1. A sequence of single notes that is musically satisfying.
2. Such sequences of notes collectively.
Why I chose this Name wrote:I thought it suited her somehow, its sort of like....a song that works together perfectly, and looking at her I thought to myself, she's perfect, like a song, like a melody. And it just sort of stuck. But its more than that....kinda hard to put into words but...music is a huge part of my life, and I wanted to find a name for her that sort of encompassed my love for this design. Symphony, Harmony, and Melody were the three I was trying to choose between. In the end I went with Melody, mainly because it sounds more delicate and feminine, plus it goes with the personality I see her as having.
Gender;;
Female
Personality;;
Also Working on it
SHORT story;;
The mountains stood against the sky, magnificent in their quiet strength and undeniable power. Each frosty peak was capped with glittering snow, and clouds wreathed around them like white smoke, curling in a spiral to set the mountains into an even more awe-inspiring vision, mystical and glorious, even as they were cold and uncaring. Melody stood upon a little hillock, surveying the world in all its majesty, her blue eyes wide with naivete and innocence. Standing there she felt a certain humbling feeling sweep through her, in the face of this vast and glorious world what was she? What was she but a speck, an insignificant speck upon the mighty earth. And yet Melody knew that she was anything but insignificant. Without her the world would lose a piece of its majesty, however small and unnoticed, and though the world would keep on turning....it would forever be different. But Melody wasn't here for those thoughts, she had other plans for her day, namely, painting. Though Melody couldn't draw with a paintbrush on paper to save her life, she had figured out a different way of "painting". It involved nothing but her mind, you see, Melody had a photographic memory, and she painted inside of her head. Quietly she cast her gaze across the valley, drinking in the beauty that surrounded her, finally though she closed her eyes and began.
It started with blue. Shifting and weaving through the fabric of her mind, turning into playful streams and endless sky, growing and expanding until it filled the canvas of her mind. Green splashed next, twisting as trees and grass, filling the image with LIFE, and Melody smiled slightly at the warmth of awareness that shot through her, a filling of her heart as she felt as though the world was being created in front of her. Drab grays appeared next, anything but grim as they formed majestic peaks and mountains, adding highlights and depth to the shadowed areas of her painting. Black and white swirled in together, exploding across the canvas to cover all the places the other colours had missed, and Melody's breath caught to see them, mighty, powerful, and fearless. A delicate shudder crept up her spine, and with eyes still closed the brightly coloured fox let her minds eye linger on the beauty of the design. But finally she let out a soft sigh and opened her azure eyes, feeling as though the colours were escaping from her now-open eyes. And within a few moments the image in her mind was gone, never to exist again in that exact way.
With her task completed Melody turned the way she had come, flicking her tail in farewell at the view before padding softly down the forest trail. Her breath came in visible puffs on the air, the slight chill of the air enough to allow for the visible "mist of life" as she liked to call it. Chuckling to herself at the thought Melody started to pick up her pace, and before she knew it she was running, sprinting down across the pine needles covering the forest floor, sending forest litter up behind her, but not regretting a single moment. The glory of life filled her, and though she knew that home consisted of only her and her dying mother Melody couldn't help but feel an immense joy in the gift of life.
The cottage in which she lived appeared, and Melody self-consciously brushed off her pelt with a neon paw, careful to remove any twigs and pine needles that might have gotten stuck to her fur during her run. When the fox was satisfied with her level of cleanliness she headed inside the building, careful to pull the door shut behind her. Goodness knows, but Mama didn't like the chill, and Melody couldn't blame her, after all, few who were ill ever preferred the chill of ice to the warmth of fire. Trotting down the narrow hall Melody made a sharp turn into a modestly sized bedroom. The scent of illness hung in the air, but Melody had long ago acclimatized herself to the scent, and now it only faintly bothered her. "Good evening Mama! How are you feeling? Its a BEAUTIFUL day outside!" Her exuberance was real, after all, her Mama had always said that when the day came that she fell ill, and approached the door of death, no one would grieve for her, after all, she had reasoned, "just because one life is coming to a close doesn't mean that everyone else fades away, and you might miss the colours of life should you dwell on the darkness of death." And Melody had seen the wisdom in this, thus she went out every morning and just sat, drinking in the beauty of the mountains and the valley. Incredulous though it was it seemed as though her mother's growing weakness went unnoticed by either of them, for though one life was shifting into shadows, by living and refusing to drift into dark grief Melody was bringing the light to her mother. Consciously perhaps neither of them were aware of this, but sub-consciously both seemed to have a faint inkling of what a gift Melody was bringing to her mother.
A gentle, though fragile, smile flitted across the dying fox's face. And Melody watched as her frail mother pushed herself laboriously into a sitting position. "Tell me all about it love." she said in a soft voice, tapping the spot beside her with a tail. Melody flitted to her side and gently eased herself onto the bed. "The mountains were stunning, wreathed in clouds, mysterious and glorious. Oh Mama, it was spectacular! And I painted it in my mind, just as you taught me." The two exchanged warm smiles, both filled with remembrance of what had been. Though both were saddened slightly by the realization that their time together was limited, Melody and her mother had both agreed that grieving was not something to be done among the living, better to enjoy their time together happily. Bright as a shooting star, thats my daughter. Her mother had once said in reference to her, and Melody never forgot that comment.
Time passed, and her mother slipped into eternal sleep. Melody smiled sadly at the still fresh mound of earth that marked her mother's final resting place. "I will miss you Mama." she whispered softly. But as she had promised Melody refused to dwell on the dead. She was a part of the living, and it didn't do to dwell on things that she knew nothing about, and SHOULD not know anything about. Besides, Mama would never truly be gone from her, she lived on, in Melody's memories and in the colours of the world around her. Closing her eyes Melody would have sworn she felt her mother whisper softly to her on the breeze, and she nodded and headed down the mountain. Melody would never forget her mother, but the knowledge that others suffered more than her kept her from lingering on her own grief, it pushed her past that and made her realize an infinite truth. Life was meant to be lived, and dwelling on the negative was not the way of life.
And that was something Melody lived faithfully by, for the rest of her days.
Why do you want this adoptable?
I fell in love with her design. Plain and simple. Blue is my favourite colour, and there was something exotically BRIGHT about her. Sort of like....my light in the dark. If my fursona Ashwyn is exactly who I am, then Melody is the me I wish I could be when everything is going wrong. There was also something about her eyes....they just seemed so bright and hopeful, and I really want to use her in some stories of mine. Generally speaking the stories I tend to read, along with my own, have a rather dark feel to them, and for once I want to have a character with whom I can write stories that are beautiful and inspiring. Filled with hope rather than depression, ones that will end in feelings of happiness and lightness, rather than darkness and sadness. Oddly enough I feel that I can accomplish this with Melody. Its weird for me because I have NEVER felt this way with an adoptable before, EVER. So please forgive me if this sounds a little strange and passionate....its probably because I AM feeling really passionate about this XD
