[Parasitic Rat]

Beautiful! Marking to watch, early congrats to the winner.

[LimeThing]

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Username: Limuma
Name: Jolt
Gender: Male
Gender for breeding: Male

Personality

Jolt used to have grumpy, angry appearance growing up alone. While overall, he was just scared and lonely. He kept talking to himself that "only the strongest survive", and "have no mercy". He would do anything for food, even take lives. He felt lost, it all felt wrong. At night he would admire the sky and the stars. Their glow always seemed to be calling him, but he couldn't find a way to reply. He wanted to be like one, happy and careless star.
Now he's a total opposite. He finally seems happy and content because he knows what he does is right. And he knows no matter what, nature will always have his back. He is incredibly thankful for changing him. He still watches the stars, but now, he is one of them. Glowing and leading everyone trough the darkest nights.

How do they feel towards nature?

Jolt was a child born on the street. He never met his parents though; He always thought he was dumped. He only got food when he successfully begged for it, which was rare. And that often led him to stealing. There was nothing special about him. Or at least that was what he thought. The light pollution, great from the city he was at the time, never allowed him to see his glowing trait. Nor was there anyone to tell him. He was all alone in this dreary world.

And it would stay like that if it wasn't for the truck he noticed in the middle of the winter season. Jolt was bright, but he has never seen a better life. The snow never visited the city, but the forest few miles away was snapping under thick layers of snow. Viscets that lived there had no other choice but to send a search for food to the city. But one that was thoughtless caught Jolt's eye- she was now on her way to the city pound, driving in the metal cage on the side of the van. Jolt got chills on the thought of that place. Pound. He himself have visited it few times in his lifetime but found a way to bypass them every time. He has never seen another viscet before- he knew they existed somewhere, but most animals were chased away by loud traffic. He was a swift and well-built viscet, despite his skinny appearance. The old white pound van wasn't a challenge to caught up with. He jumped on the side of it. The Viscet inside seemed sad and powerless, dried tears still visible on her fur. He took a moment to look at her. She... She's like me... Another viscet... He quickly unlocked the door with his claws, and hugged her to protect her from fall. He stood up and stretched out a hand. "You alright?" He said in a deep, warm voice. His eyes were still wide from the confusion and surprise. As she took his hand he could feel her heart beating out of her chest. "Phew, that was close! We need to run, fast!" He didn't even have time to brush the dust of his shoulders, and he already seemed to be running for his life. They soon reached the end of the town, but the unknown viscet didn't seem to be bothered by that. She just kept running. "Wait!" He took a deep breath and looked back at the city. Pink viscet came closer, feeling that something is odd about him. He didn't smell like he was from her pack. "Is everything alright? We should hurry to the forest..." His eyes widen. "T-the Forest?" He has never left the city, so everything outside of it was just... strange. "Um... You know, where we all live happily without humans? Lot's of trees, bugs, rabbits... Though it's mostly snow you see these days..." He listened in disbelief. Bugs? Rabbits? Forest? What is she talking about? He just tilted his head as a response. And she just smiled. "Town folk, ha? It is rare, but I guess it happens. I'm Mimi. C'mon, I'll show you the real world."

First moments spent in the forest were terrifying. He left the only thing he knew, the only thing he felt safe in. No matter how cold the nights on the street got, nor how many times he got chased away, it was the place where he grew up to, a place where everything was known and everything was safe. And the forest was just... so unknown. And to make things worse, Mimi wanted him to join her pack. I mean, yeah, he always wanted to meet and be with someone his kind, but not like this. Not with all pack at once! All those thoughts were getting over his head. I just need some time to think about this... "Um, Mimi, would you mind telling me about every each viscet in your pack? I'm... Uh... Curious?" He fake-smiled. Mimi found it as no problem as she loved talking. "Yeah, sure! You see, our alpha is that old grumpy viscet who..." He let her start and run away from her. That was a stupid idea, but he just wanted to hide somewhere. He pushed through some big leaves and found himself on a white plain. It was the most beautiful scene he ever saw. There, in the middle of the snowy field, grew the little bush of dahlias. He carefully laid between them and rose his head to the sunset. That was the moment when he felt it. He felt the nature. He felt breeze trough his fur, birds that sang, the sweet smell of dahlias that surrounded him, everything became so familiar. But most of all, he felt the warm hands of nature, hugging him, in which safety he fell asleep with a smile on his face. After many years, he finally felt happy.
And wouldn't he know, Dahlia took some time before noticing he was missing. She rushed worried-sick, tracing his tracks left in the snow. But what she saw melted her heart. He was sleeping there, so happy he was glowing. She let a tear and wiped it away, laying next to him and gazing at him until she was too tired to admire the view.

Personality 142/500
Story 1002/800 (1 extra)
3 Art (3 extras)
Font
Mimi and Art by me

Years passed from that moment. Now, his bond with nature is unbreakable. He met the pack but decided he was better on his own on the plain he now calls home. Nature took him as it's child when he was lost and unsure. Now he pays her back by taking care of its wounded animals and damaged plants. He consider his tail as a gift - It makes him unique and proud, but it also helps him find the ones in need in the dark. Even though he and Mimi have separated their ways, they still watch the sunset together every day in the same place they did long ago.

[DogLife.]

Username: DogLife.
Name: Kindle
Nickname: Kindie
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female

Personality:

Bright ~ Happy ~ Joyful ~ Full of light ~ Helpful ~ Serious at times ~ Slightly suspicious ~ Loving ~ Caring ~ Tough ~ Prepared

Kindle is a bright spark of life as her name suggests, her personality is literally on fire! She is a very bright girl, very intelligent and fun to be around. If people are in a dull or rather dark mood, Kindle is likely to be able to bring them back to the light. She lives as a guide and helper, prepared to light up the way home.

Other then her happy go lucky and bright side, Kindle is also serious at times. In her world (where most of my Viscets come from) there are dark spirits called Nixx, which she has to fight daily. They take the goodness out of the world, and Kindle lives to destroy the darkness. Naturally this has made her slightly suspicious of people and Viscets in general, but she is usually able to bounce back to joy after a period of seriousness.

Another side to Kindle is her mother side. She often takes younger Viscets under her wing to help them to understand the true meaning of nature and life, though she doesn't take on just anyone. Kindie loves nature very much, it provides her with the ability to survive, making her prepared for anything where ever she goes.

Overall, Kindle loves the life she lives, one full of light.

(230/500)

How do they feel towards nature?

I live for natural life. The cherry trees glistening in the summer rain, the fat red berries ripe for eating. The sweet smell of pines as you pad through a fresh blanket of white snow. Flowers blooming, fragile but beautiful. The waves crashing against the sand, the silver crescent moon in the sky. The warm summer sun and the mountains that make you feel like you are on top of the world. Meadows and forest, lagoons and desert sands. Nature is my passion, you can find everything you need to live in one forest. Mushrooms you can roast, nuts to crack, streams of fresh water you can gulp down. These are the kind of things I live for. The reason nature is my life is a long story.

When I was a young child my mother and father supposedly died in the dark, killed by wolves. I was only four, I had no way of knowing how I was going to survive that night, let alone all these years. The woods showed me how to live. Nature saved my life that night. I ran across the clearing to the woods, finding a way to make my markings and tail glow. It made everything so much better. Following the wind and the floating petals I found my way to my very first den. Watching what the animals ate and where they drank taught me what was safe to do. I learnt to climb by watching squirrels, how to swim by watching fish, how to sing by listening to the birds. Hunting I learnt from a mother fox, I remember her mate had perished leaving her with a litter of cubs. She taught me to hunt, and then I hunted for her. Suddenly my life seemed like I could live in it again, like I was a survivor. Thanks to nature.

The world I live in is full of nature, and I live to protect it, providing the young with a sanctuary of peace. Sadly there is not always going to be peace. Nature is being destroyed by creatures called the Nixx, darkling creatures made to kill and take joy. Nature is a simple pleasure for all, and if it were to disappear, we would perish. I know that the Nixx can be stopped, but I am only one Viscet in a world that is being eaten alive, the bright and beautiful nature I cherish being pulled to shreds at the feet of laughing Nixx devils. This is why I live for those perfect moments. Because if you have never been in a willow grove, or watched a thunderstorm in the desert sand, you will never truly appreciate the natural world, the national treasure that it is.

Another reason I love for nature is the fact it sustains us. I walk from place to place, taking the herbs and the shoots required to live. Flowers that can cure a burn, leaves that draw poison out of a Nixx wound. Generally the world is my pharmacy. I am a healer, I gather herbs and salts to put into teas and medicine to help the sick and the poor. I don't care if it means I fall low on supplies, I can find everything I need again and again without trouble. Nature is a natural healer, made by our Mother Nature to cure the sins of those who are dark, to heal the wounds of those who are hurting inside and out. That is the job of the world around us.

I am a guide as well as a healer and a mercenary, I guide the lost to safe places I have created. My tail has the ability to light up like a lantern, keeping my paws free for my sword. My globe that I carry can morph into a sword that looks like the Earth itself, the hilt blue and green with green beads and a silver, slightly curved blade. The sword also glows if I need it too, as the Nixx love to hunt at night. Nature helps to hide my away at darkness, even with my glowing tail. It is my parent, as well as my passion.

Nature is beautiful. A doctor, a helper, a friend and a parent to me. Nature is my life. Without it where would we be? A polluted world, covered in smoke with harsh winters. The air hard to breath in. Nature has changed my life, and instant to protect it in return. If you ever hurt a tree, I will find a way to get even with you. Nature is a world that is pure beauty. Without it we would live a life of grey slate and sky. No joy, no love, no world of colour. And for the natural world, I will give my life.

(800/800)

My Light in the Darkness

I paced slowly down the mountain path, heading to the woods to seek herbs. I was running low on supplies for my pharmacy, this would be the first re-stock this spring. It was dark in the middle of the howling night, wolves on the prowl. I paused in my dissent, smelling the distinct aroma of fire. Magic fire. Off to the East where a group of gypsy travellers used to camp for the winter. My heart set on its own flames then, anger burning through me. They had destroyed part of my forest. One could only hope they were dead.

My tail and flame like markings lit up my surroundings as I passed, the trees slightly sparkling with the faintest trace of frost. Beautiful. A mother fox ran past me, pausing to assess a threat but sensing none. The grove of herbs, willow grass, looked bright under the light of the moon, slightly glowing with her rays. I reached down to collect what I needed to take home, when a strange sound caught my attention, forcing something inside me to stop.

It was a Viscet, a young one but still a full grown Viscet. Maybe nearing her teenage years? She raised her head and looked me in the eye, her own watery with unshed tears, bright blue against the black night. Her slim body was a dirty tan and white, clotted with something like a dark brown sludge. She must have travelled through the bog... but that is thirty miles West from here, and she looked like she had been there for a long time, making her a member of the gypsy pack. Her aqua hair was matted, the feathers dropping. Her necktie was askew, the bow and arrow symbol of the tribe glistening with more of the dark sludge. And her collar was that of the leader. The enchanted dream catcher collar I had made for Sky Lark, my friend and the pack leader. This young Viscet had something to do with the burnt forest, that was certain to me.

"Who are you?" I asked, my eyes hot with restrained tears and anger for the death of part of my home. For the death of nature, of life.
"G-g-g-Gypsy miss... I'm G-g-Gypsy F-f-Falcon." She managed to stutter.
Gypsy looked small and almost scared of me, and immediately I felt bad for shouting. I moved closer, and I felt even worse. The dark sludge clinging to her fur was blood. Not just her own, costing her back leg and chest, but someone else had marks of red on her claws, paws and teeth. This Viscet had gone through hell, I could just tell.
"I'm sorry I snapped" I murmured, feeling worse. "I'm Kindle. Can you come out from the plants and the brush? I can help you, if you'd like?"
She was too weak to do anything more than nod in answer, crawling forward on her stomach, her hind leg dragging behind her. I pulled her onto my back, and made my way slowly back to my home, the light and limp form of Gypsy reminding me kindness ment everything.

Gypsy and I have stayed together through thick and thin, rain and shine. She is my constant companion, staying on my side in the fight against the Nixx. I taught her how to fight, she taught me about potions and tincture ointments I now use to help patients. She is like my daughter, she is my best friend. Life is never easy, but I know now that Gypsy and I can face everything and win easily, with each other and nature on our side.


Art by me

(600/600)

Fireflies

I stood in the grove of trees, with thirteen year old Gypsy by my side. She looked bright and happy, the moonlight reflecting off her fluffy blue hair, eyes wide with delight. Tonight was midsummer night, the warmest and most magical night of the whole year. Gyp looked at me happily, bouncing on her hind legs a little like a Viscling wanting to go and play. We were standing by the hill at the edge of the trees, a wide and long slope that moved towards the lagoon. I had promised Gypsy we would go sliding down the slope into the lagoon tonight. So that was what we were about to do.

The slope was slightly slippery as we slid down, the grass damp with evening dew as we howled into the wind. It felt like a rush of adrenaline shooting through my veins, lighting me up with liquid fire. Gypsy was delighted, laughing as the wind swept her hair back into a wave as she giggled away. It felt like we belonged there. Together we belonged, we lived for moments of fun after beating Nixx. The water was coming towards us very quickly as we howled.
"Hold your breath!" I called out to Gypsy.
And then the water pulled us into it's embrace.

The grove was quiet and warm, the water a cold comparison. I glanced around looking for Gypsy, but she was no where to be seen. What had happened? With that thought I felt a stirring in the water below me, until with a sudden jolt I was thrown into the water.
"You are so dead for that!" I called
Gypsy raised her head from the water and laughed at me, pond reeds twined into her blue hair, a piece stuck to her nose. "You'll have to catch me first slow poke!" With that she took off, swimming like she was being chased. Which she was. For on this fun filled Midsummer's night, I was chasing my best friend and partner in crime across the water.

Leaping free of the water, Gypsy took off at a run giggling like a Viscet gone mad. It made me laugh, it still does, to see her free of fear, just laughing her head off at some random prank she managed to pull. I spotted an path going the opposite way in a loop, running down it to meet her with a little prank of my own. But when I reached her at the end of the path, she was staring at the distance, lit up by flickering yellow lights.
"Magic?" she asked.
"Better" I replied, "Fireflies!"

We spent hours in that clearing, giggling like small children as we chased and danced around the glowing orbs that lit up the night. The golden glow was comforting, fireflies have always been one of my favourite animals. There was just something about this though, playing with Gypsy barely a yard after we rescued each other. She is my best friend in the world, and as we danced with the fireflies I loved, I finally felt complete.


Art by me

(513/600)

[Hail.]

Username: howlingtothestars
Name: Jackdaw
Gender: female
Gender for breeding: female
Personality: (Max of 500 words; min of 50 words)
How do they feel towards nature?: (Max of 800 words; may be continued through extras either through writing or art)
Extras: (Maximum of 5; can be art or writing; writing is limited to 600 words each; art cannot be a comic)

;u;
(fun fact, accidentally miss read the title and ended up writing a 2,000 word story believing it was an unlimited impress me X'D )

[PikachuTori25]

Dropping out, had no time ;o;

[Synerie]

res vuv

Username: lady lightwing.
Name: Gaia
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female
Personality: (Max of 500 words; min of 50 words)
How do they feel towards nature?: (Max of 800 words; may be continued through extras either through writing or art)
Extras: (Maximum of 5; can be art or writing; writing is limited to 600 words each; art cannot be a comic)

[Sabatea]

⋅xGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ Bɪɴɢ: ﹁
xUsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Sabatea
xNᴀᴍᴇ: Solstice
xGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
﹂xGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ Bɪɴɢ: ⋅

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

~As of the beginning~

Though her usual nature is sweet and gentle, she can come off as harsh and unpredictable. She fights internally with herself over her own destiny and what her purpose in life is, and this causes a great amount of dissonance with herself. She struggles to find friends and to meet others. She's afraid of others knowing who and what she really is, and thus usually keeps to herself. However, she truly desires company and wants to find something constant and comforting in life. She wants a rock to hold on to. She feels that she has no control over her life and she struggles with the idea that she may never carve her own destiny. The force within her seems to beat back her own personality, to smother her.

Fear controls her life. She is constantly terrified of hurting the world around her. She feels as though her own thoughts and actions could lead to the death of the creatures and the foliage around her. Such thoughts cause her to wander, and to keep her eyes on the dirt to avoid looking at what might eventually be wiped out by a tornado or a fire or an earthquake.

~Learning to cope~

Solstice later learns to have confidence, and she is able to discover an "identity" of sorts. No longer is she equal to the force of nature, instead she begins to seek out her own destiny. She becomes headstrong, and curious to a fault. She wants to learn and to discover her meaning in life, and she seeks it out relentlessly. She stubbornly refuses to be told how the world works, instead she wants to find her own meaning.

She is overly sympathetic, seeking to help others as much as she can. She has developed an adoration for the creatures of the world, and an affinity for physical objects as well. When she witnesses sad events, she is liable to cry, and could easily be described as a "cry baby". She has a large amount of hope for the future, mostly due to her adventures with Matlal. She places a lot of faith in him, and most of her confidence and growing sense of self has been due to his help. As such, she has become very dependent on him, and when left alone she can begin to regress to her previous state of mind, and the barriers she has set in her mind begin to crumble.

Hᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs Nᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ?:

Solstice has a unique view of nature, due to her dual life.

Despite being the essence of nature itself, she doesn't fully understand it or herself. At times she may look at the world around her and wonder and gape at the beauty, and then later stare in absolute despair as a forest is wiped clean in a forest fire. It is wild, it is untamed, and she makes no attempts to control it. She feels the force of nature as much as the trees do in the wind, and she feels the pull and push of the moon on the tide. She knows all, but she has little understanding of it. Most of the time she actually ignores it and lives a life of observing. She watches what she herself has made or destroyed, and she wonders at the meaning of it all. Why does she exist? Why does this happen? Why do things die? She doesn't know, all she knows is what she sees.

Her connection to nature isn't exactly that she's the force of nature though, and she feels as though they are separate. She embodies the spirit of nature, but it feels like a wild tornado inside of her, unbending to her whims or rules. It acts without her permission, or possibly even without her knowledge. She has no control over the forces within her, but she is instead a conduit for the force. The force acts through her, ripping the world asunder as often as it tickles it with a gentle breeze. She feels the immense power brewing inside of her, but it is as though it is a separate personality within her.

As such, she is actually frightened of nature, of herself. She doesn't know how much she is capable of, and she feels responsible for the actions of the force within her. She is afraid of hurting someone she is close to with the power, and she's afraid of being unable to control it in that instance. The nature she knows is an unstoppable force with wishes and desires beyond herself, and that frightens her. Her lack of control is a constant plague upon her, and she resents nature for using her, and she resents herself for being used.

Her desire to understand nature has altered her concept of their relationship, but she's seeking answers as to why she exists still. She can't seem to consciously control nature at this time, but she also doesn't necessarily seek to. She focuses on shirking the force more than allowing it to envelop her, and constantly battles to keep it caged within her.

Exᴛʀᴀs: (Maximum of 5; can be art or writing; writing is limited to 600 words each; art cannot be a comic)
~The Encounter~

I wandered slowly, my arms held limp by my side. A storm was brewing on the horizon. I could feel it, the electricity in my head and in the sky. The roar of the thunder burst seemed to burst from my own throat, and not the sky.

I could see it already, the destruction "nature" would leave behind. The old trees, just barely clinging on to life whispering their last goodbye as the weight of the rain sent them crashing down to the ground. The baby birds knocked from their nest by the winds. It was that season was it not? The season of new life? Yet here we were.

I laid down on the ground as the rain began to fall. I didn't bother with a shelter. I let the rain wash over me, drench me to the bone. It was cold.

I knew without looking that my tail was gently glowing behind me in the gray light. I wasn't sure why it did that, but it gave me comfort. I curled around myself, letting the soft glow lull me and calm me. This was mine, not nature's. This small gleam of beauty was mine, and nothing would take it from me.

I found myself waking up slowly, sodden and dripping, but the sun was shining now. For a moment I was not sure of what had woken me, but then I heard it again. The distinct soft squelch of a pawstep on wet leaves. I bolted upright, adrenaline rushing through me as fear overtook me. No, no, no were they injured? No I didn't want to see. Didn't want to know.

But nature had a funny way of surprising you. Of course the creature stepped into my view, a hulking, dark animal. A viscet.

He looked up at me, two leaf-green eyes embedded in his dark face. As he stepped towards me, the white and green marking became more apparent. He appraised me slowly, though his eyes showed no real interest. It seemed he was likely to pass me by without so much as a word.

I paniced, I can't truly say why, but I paniced. I didn't want to be alone in this world anymore, I didn't want him to leave me with nothing but a disinterested glance. I was tired of being ignored. "Don't leave." I murmured, my mouth moving without conscious thought.

He paused immediately, looking over at me with the light of curiosity in his eyes now. "Why?" He replied uncertainly, as though he was debating whether he should heed my words or not.

"I-I don't want to be alone anymore..."

And so began my epic journey, with my new, nameless friend.

-

He was still very wary of me to begin with. It seemed as though he was uncertain of what he should do. But it was more than that, he seemed to be debating within himself, as if he were questioning his own abilities. He lead and I followed, and words were barely spoken in the first day. He was silent as the woods around us, making barely a sound over the ground he walked on. He was mysterious, but I was desperate.

I was tired quickly. He set a relentless pace and I struggled to keep up. It was obvious he had been doing this for a very, very long time. When I began to trail behind, my legs aching from the constant brisk walk, he took a long time to stop. He seemed reluctant as he padded back to me.

"I'm sorry..." I murmured, unable to meet his eyes.

"We'll rest here." He replied, his voice gentle as a breeze.

I nodded, laying down, and before I knew it I was asleep.

~Can I be different?~

I woke as the sun began to shine through the trees. I squinted slightly, looking up. My companion was already awake, sitting up and observing the world around him with great interest.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, as though he knew I was awake.

"It's not..." I replied quietly, bitterness sweeping through me.

He paused briefly before he stood and looked down at me, "It is, and if you're going to travel with me, then I'll prove it to you." He had a small smirk on his face, as though the challenge intrigued him.

I blinked, a wave of... Something washing through me. It was warm, this feeling, but tears flooded my eyes anyway. "Okay" was the only word I could choke out.

"My name's Matlal."

"I don't have a name..." I replied.

"I'll call you Solstice then." He replied, barely skipping a beat.

We traveled again that day, and though I was tired I kept up. His words had given me strength. Could I truly come to think of this force as beautiful? I wasn't sure, but I wanted him to try.

He seemed content to walk without speaking, but I was bursting with curiosity about him.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm not sure anymore."

"How long have you been travelling?"

"I don't know that either. Many seasons."

"Why?" I asked, cocking my head slightly. This question seemed to stump him. He contemplated slowly, methodically. It seemed a long time before he replied, and when he did I wasn't certain of what he meant.

"There." He said suddenly.

"There what?" I replied.

"There." He repeated, gesturing with his muzzle.

I followed his gaze, though for a moment I still didn't see it. I started to ask again before a small gasp escaped me.

A very small stream was trickling slowly through the leaves, likely caused by the recent rainfall. It swirled through the leaves slowly, sometimes being buried entirely by them, but what was most fantastic was the amoubt of wildlife surrounding it. Small frogs and salamanders skittered through the leaves around it, bathing themselves and chasing each other.

I stared and stared, my gaze traveling to and fro as more and more caught my eye. The leaves glistening gently, the soft trickling sound that permeated the air, the magical allue or the place... This, this was beauty.

"I travel because I don't understand this world. I don't pretend to, but I love it none the less. I love the beauty and the dark times equally." Matlal said suddenly.

I turned to him, forcing myself to look away from the small ecosystem. "How can you?"

"It's not easy. As a viscling, it was very hard to watch nature. Nature is cruel, but nature is only cruel because it is fair. If the rain were to not fall, these animals would have no where to live, but when the rain does fall it can be as destructive as it is healing. If nature is cruel, it is also gentle, and that took a long time to learn."

I considered that, and I felt calm. I'd never thought of how it could be helpful, I only saw the destruction. Matlal's words struck me hard, and though I would still need to learn to see the beauty, I was finally free of the burden that nature- No, that I, was only a conduit of destruction.

~New Dawn~

I learned more and more about Matlal the longer I stayed with him. He'd run away from home when he was younger, blinded by the savagery of the world and unable to comprehend it. He'd wandered alone ever since, slowly learning to accept and understand what was around him.

He was teaching me, too. Though I had yet to tell him of my connection to nature, I felt as though he somehow knew. He was gruff at times, and didn't care to elaborate, but I liked him.

He helped me draw my own conclusions, find my own way to accept myself and the world around me. I was calmer now, and even though rain had fallen again and I had seen the force of nature again, I didn't view it the same way anymore. Once it was over the animals would be out, drinking the water and relishing in the cool air.

I found myself enjoying the exploring and enjoying the company. Though he was oddly weirded out by my tail. He considered it strange, and I often found him eyeing it curiously when the light began to fade.

"What? You don't like it?" I asked one time.

"That's not it. I've never seen anything like it, that's all." He responded, turning his gaze away from me.

I snorted, laughing slightly. "Something you don't understand?" I teased, smirking.

"I suppose not." He replied, flashing me a quick smile of his own.

I was content. We travelled by the light of my tail sometimes, the gentle glow guiding us along our path. I didn't feel as comforted by it anymore, but I didn't need to. The whole world was mine now.

"Why did you name me Solstice?" I asked him one day.

"A solstice is a time if change, and I wanted you to change." He replied, before he added, "And perhaps I wanted some change for myself too."

"There's... Something I'd like to tell you." I said suddenly, a slight bit of fear creeping into me.

He glanced at me, his steps slowing until he had stopped, his eyes alight with curiosity.

It took me a moment to find my voice again before I finally said it, "I'm- I have the force of nature within me. I can feel it, but I can't control it..."

He didn't respond to me, a blank look overshadowing his expression.

Nervous, I began rambling, explaining how it felt to be a conduit, how I could feel nature. I tried to explain who I was, how I was, but I wasn't sure how well I was able to explain it. I myself didn't entirely understand it.

By the time I was finished, he had started walking towards me slowly. I burst into tears, the anxiety overcoming me. He laid his head gently ontop of mine, a low rumble in his throat as he said, "So? You're still my Solstice."

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Please note that gender for breeding is also female, and was removed from above for the sake of coding

[ThyVampire]

Gender;; Female ~ Username;; DemonicSoul

(Japanese for colorful flower/petal)

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Personality;; Ayaka is inquisitive by nature, easily
determining situations and being subtle in her actions.
Dynamic and using initiative at her will, her morality
often revolves around misfortunes that hold dear to her
and will provoke determined action even if being abrasive.
In all, Ayaka is one with strong beliefs. But with that
side of her personality only concealed, she’s unusually
shy and modest in the outside and can sometimes be a
little relentless to herself. But if her beliefs are tempered
with, she will manifest it with that secluded side.

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The Shrine;; With that set, Ayaka’s undivided existence and belief system is set
stone on a shrine; a holy and sacred place for a specific deity she
puts all of her faith in. With hardly anything else she had endearment
to, her devotion goes to this shrine whom she then fortified on
behalf. She now lives close to this shrine and pays all respect to
it while protecting it with her life.

The shrine she pays oath to belongs to a small deity whom is the
kami of flowers and youth. The shrine thrives with dahlias around the
marked building and is said to glow orange during a certain time at
nightfall like fireflies. The flowers dot down the devotional pathway
and stop at a prominent cracked gateway almost like an intentional
pathway to the kami. This is where Ayaka pays respect to, as the
flowers embedded there are an important symbol to her own un-
recognized life and then becoming the one of few to implore here.
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Feelings of Nature;; Ayaka’s interest to nature mostly heavily relies
on flowers more than anything else. They are nature’s artwork and
beauty to her, adding intrigue and interest in residential landscapes,
bringing cheerful ambience, is used for nourishment and gifts, and
create emotional impacts to many. But despite these factors, Ayaka
has a personal attachment to flowers (which leads to why her faith
is to the specific shrine as mentioned.)

Growing up with a shy and enclosed life and being much too hard on
herself for it, her mother would always stop to find her sitting by the
side of the road near the crosswalk, watching dahlias that grew in her
area. With her mother’s love for her child that could clearly not
associate with others, she would always sit next to her and utter the
same words.

“All the flowers of the tomorrows are in the seeds of today,” as if she
was saying that tomorrow she can always try socializing again.

With this close to heart, Ayaka continued with this repetitive notion
until she grew and her family perished. It was then she relied her life
to something else significant to her; the flowered shrine.

[maritime.]

Username: EverdaleDreamers
Name: B
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding: Female
Personality: (Max of 500 words; min of 50 words)
How do they feel towards nature?: (Max of 800 words; may be continued through extras either through writing or art)
Extras: (Maximum of 5; can be art or writing; writing is limited to 600 words each; art cannot be a comic)

[mellow yellow.]

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