[hypnowave]

ah, good luck everyone o u o

[wonderwolf1]

Good luck
Awsome form b the way avindr.
^w^

[SnowStar]

Winner!

Name ;; Artemis — Greek goddess of the Hunt, Forests and Hills, the Moon, Archery.

Gender ;; Female.

Personality ;; Artemis is, to say, very strange. As a cupp, she loved playing outside with the fireflies. She visited fields and forests in search of the glowing bugs. At night she would sit down around a fireplace and sing to the lights, and she would play the lyre. When the fireflies flew away, she would turn her gaze to the sky and watch the stars, imagining herself walking along the milky way galaxy.

During her teenage years, Artemis found enjoyment in building tents and spending time in the forest with a friend of hers. They would play, frolic, jump around, and at night they would sing together. He would sit next to her and they would watch the moon rise, the stars twinkle, and the clouds form. On rainy nights he would stand alone in the rain, and she would play her lyre from far away.

However, Artemis never felt too close to her past. Thus, she felt both disbelief and immense pain when a letter arrived along with a parcel containing a small necklace decorated with glowing silver charms.



Detak shuddered as a night wind chilled him to the bone. He held an envelope in his hand and wanted to send it to a certain someone, someone who was sorely missed. He knew that no one even wrote letters anymore, but this would be worth a try. And so he smiled, remembering what he wrote in that precious letter. He hoped that the effort would be worth it.

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There was always this glowing firefly necklace around her neck. It was merely string tied to several glowing phosphoric spheres, but she cherished it. She carried it everywhere she went, but never showed it to anyone, tucked beneath her fur. She loved it; I knew that much. Sometimes she would show it to me, and only me, her fingers unwinding to reveal the golden glow of the little spheres. Plain and without embroidery, I never knew why she held it so close.

A sweet story was behind it, I knew, but she wouldn't tell me. I expected that it would have come from someone else; someone who loved her as much as I did in my heart. Someone... who was brave enough to confess to her before I had the chance to. Someone who was cleverer than me.

Because when it came to her, I never made a clear move to tell her what I felt about her.

Strangely, the necklace existed for such a long time that I began to wonder, was it a token from her honeyed past? An item, an image that she held close to her, because it had something to do with her childhood? Some sort of reminder... of something she treasured more than her friends, her family, more than her own life?

In her hand she would hold that precious emblem, such softness in her eyes, misty-eyed, but with the love lost within years, hidden somewhere among those glossy orbs? Her sunlit eyes, her tears of light, her smile of victory? What circled around this fortune of a necklace was a mystery I never came close to solving. It was wound and wrapped in a shell, one that prevented pain and suffering to ever reach her.

Lost I became, and a rift would have torn us apart, but we kept together, a silent promise that I would never leave her sight, and that she would never go astray from my own eyes. I wouldn't bear to witness her walk away from me. Never again, after the loss I went through, losing someone that she reminded me so much of...

Friendship was such a twisted feeling, when my childhood memories of black strands of blue-tipped hair and citrus eyes were taken away from me. Of wishing and wondering, she came back to me... the necklace proved it, but I couldn't believe it until she remembered me. Me, the one who gave her that necklace with my own hands, with a silver moonstone necklace around his own neck. Now, I'll tell you who that girl was, and you'll know who that boy was, too.

Artemis.

Do you remember me? The little boy who hated being shorter than you, but would always be with you? It's me, Artemis, it's me. Detak. Don't you tell me that you've forgotten those days of chasing each other around, arguing about who got the first slice of my mother's apple pie? Or when we found that little stray cat, and you fed him some of your tuna sandwich, saying that all forms of life should be treated in the same way? Maybe that time when you and I played hide-and-seek, and I was stuck in the kitchen window?

Well then, tell me? Do you remember that?

No? Well. Do you recall a young boy who boasted about growing an inch taller than you, only a year after you met him? How you argued with that boy, about growth spurts and height? A young boy with brown hair, and was so captivated by rain that you called him a drizzle-headed freak? The boy that had you sneak outside when your parents weren't watching, and dragged you into the mud, and ended up getting himself scolded by his own mother, and having to apologize for pulling you into a mess?

You couldn't have forgotten all that, would you, Artemis? Even though we've never seen each other again for over ten years? If you still can't reach those memories, then I'll tell you something else. That necklace. One of its golden charms has a keyhole, like a locket, but no key. That boy I told you about has that key. But since he needed it to prove his friendship with you, he's sent you a letter. You're holding that very letter, Artemis, and in the envelope, I believe there is another necklace, with a silver key. It should fit your locket perfectly. Because it was that boy who wrote this letter, and sent it to you because he was too cowardly to tell you in person.

If I had said such a thing back then, that I was a coward, you'd punch me in the face, and you'd say that I ought to stand up for myself. Well, Artemis, no one can stand up against you, you know. You're not like any other, and that's why I treasure you like you treasure that locket and the necklace itself. Because you're special to me, Artemis. You're like a diamond in the rough. But you wouldn't want me to call you a diamond, because that wouldn't symbolize you anyway. I'll say that you were titanium or metal, because you aren't as beautiful as a diamond or a gem, but you're strong. That's what you are to me.

That boy misses you, Artemis. Come back into his arms. He wants you back more than anything. He's crying out there. He's calling your name. Don't hold back, go find him. You know where he is, so run to him. Make him remember those days you hardly have memories of. Remind him of what made his early days shimmer and glow like the dawn.

Please, come back.



Artemis wanted to cry. She wanted to reply to him, but she knew she couldn't. She was too old for him now; he wouldn't grow. That was the reason that they left each other in the first place, wasn't it? She remembered that one night...





Tingling dawn had carried the morning winds that shook the tree leaves, brown and shriveled, and carried them across the blue sky. Autumn was on its way, and each small blow of the wind racked a chill, but at the same time a warm feeling would reside. Clouds were already gathering, turning the colors above into a plain gray. Another breeze shook the braces, stirring them with a faint rustling that sounded melodic to the ear. The view was pleasant and calming.

Cold air swirled around the neighborhood, almost as if one could see the course of the wind itself, spiraling with no particular direction, rousing whatever it touched. A cheerful birdsong, shrill and high-pitched, faded away as a tufted, feathery chaffinch took flight.

Footsteps on the sidewalk alerted a squirrel as it darted away into the shelter of a tree. As its russet tail disappeared into a curtain of leaves, the source of said footsteps came close. Two teenagers; one a sheepish boy, the other a graceful young lady. They both had blue hair; his was a thunderstorm of aqua gray, while hers was shadowy with inky blue tips. Their steps moved in harmony, accompanied by the sound of her laughter echoing throughout their little world.

Two sparrows flew above their heads, chasing each other as they chirped. Their song, unlike that of the lone chaffinch, was far more cheerful. The two teenagers paused their conversation merely to watch the avian pair take flight. Then the two continued on. Their words went something like this:

"You know," the girl said, brushing her hair with a hand, "I could get used to this."

The boy laughed. "Sure you could. Like you got used to camping with me. Play your lyre and sing me a song already. I missed your voice."

She smiled. "I missed you too." Then she held her lyre close and strummed, and though she didn't sing, the lyre itself was enough to fill their little world with music. The boy blinked, then an expression of longing fell upon his face. He picked up his own instrument, a flute, and played after her. Their tune was not one of loneliness or sadness, more one of relief.

As they walked along the path, a butterfly flew after then and landed in her hair. She didn't see it, but the boy did. He didn't say anything, but realized that the butterfly looked great on her. Its black and blue wings were of the same color as her hair, and the soft golden glow of her earrings reflected in its wings.

Later on, the sky turned darker and the night fell in. Fireflies began to come out, their lights blinking. That was when they shared the bliss they had as youngsters, when they remembered the joy of their earlier years. Of stars and rain, they laughed together, and as the trees separated and the oath faded away, they shared one last smile.

And then their roads split, one no more than a memory to the other.

Oh gosh this contest was so nice. Loves both yours and wonderwolf1's forms but your just stuck so well! That letter with the story was j-just so awesome! Very enjoyable to read the form in whole!

Take good care of your new Kidambura! c:

[hypnowave]

thank you, Snow c:
And I honestly thought wonderwolf would have won, so good job on that too.
I'll take good care of her. Real good care.

* can I be added, please?

[SnowStar]

You've been added.

[wonderwolf1]

Well done avindr, I did have a feeling you might win.
Congrats. ^w^

[hypnowave]

Well done avindr, I did have a feeling you might win.
Congrats. ^w^

thanks c: I hope you don't mind if I use your art?
and congrats on Dimidiam on that other thread, I'll try and make some art today since I can hopefully stay up late tonight cx

[wonderwolf1]

Sure you can use the art ^w^
And thanks