[Kyar]

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Coming Storm - Shattered Dawn - Bleak Thunder

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At a young age, you were sent off into the world without guidance, without direction, without purpose.

It is your time now to discover who you are—and who you will become.

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How much does this kit remember of their parents? Do they know why they were sent out into the world? Where are they now, and who have they become?

Prompt: Share Their Story

Each kit has their own story to tell. What is theirs?
This is an open-to-interpretation prompt to let you show me who this kit has become.

To answer this prompt, you will be allowed:

✸ 1,500 words
✸ 3 art pieces*
✸ 1 miscellaneous addition**
*Animations allowed, comics have maximum of 5 panels/piece
**i.e. song, meaningful quote, moodboard, etc

Questions about these limits can be directed to the readoption hub.

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[SoupPupped]

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huge res

[elio.]

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Quick mark oof

[Marsh]

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Username: Marsh
Name: Tagiane
Gender: Female
Partnered with Sixbane and MrBoodle

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I am alone, not abandoned per say, just alone - I have been sent out to accomplish something. What that might be I do not know yet but I will find it. I have parents, at least I think I can remember snippets of broken up memories: an affectionate touch in the middle of my back guiding me from behind where there will be none for the indefinite future. My hair being brushed even though I know I never liked it. A soft voice telling me no one deserves pain. An absent presence accompanied by gentle, concealed weeping as I'm sent away. A blurred face of stone showing signs of grief where there used to be no emotion.

I try to savour these memories while I still have them as the longer I wander looking for a populated village, the more I seem to forget. My current days are passed wandering and I fear that may be the case for the rest of them, though I have been skirting around the edge of a forest for a few weeks now. It calls me. This may seem difficult to believe but everytime I look at that army of wood I feel a turning in my gut and the next thing I know I have stepped past the boundary between field and floor. Who knows if I'll find the bravery to venture in.

I would tell you I am not bothered by being sent away, but that would be a lie for I find myself not knowing who I am.

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✹ ───────── The stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing, and they're watching me. ───────── ✹

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"I wander and I whisper, but most of all I heal those that hear my whisperings."

From the moment Tagiane was sent out, she made it her mission to wander. At first it wasn't much of a mission, it just sort of happened, but in the face of more and more chances to settle down she refused. Tagiane would wander where the animals were and that was her mission, not one dictated by generations before her.

Tagiane is somewhat a wandering animal whisperer in that she wanders and finds herself surrounded by critters in need of healing and some care. To say that she has an abundance of affection would be an understatement as she allows her travels to be governed by the need to spend all her time healing creatures that have approached her. At any given moment, you will most likely find Tagiane singing to the portion of the animal kingdom currently in her arms, on her shoulders or lying nearby. She is gentle, believing very strongly in the sanctity of life no matter what - a moral instilled in her by her parents and pretty much the only thing they ever gave her with the exception of the locket.

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"I help those that need me, and sing to the rest. They come to me, and I convince them to stay a while."

Creatures that have sought her help include the smallest songbird all the way to bear cubs and wolves. Each one is treated equally and given the love and affection they need to get back on their own paws again. Some have even accompanied her for a while, wandering with her until they are reunited with their flocks, herds and packs. None of them stay, for nature's calling is far greater than hers could ever be, but every single furry, feathered or scaled animal that she has cradled in her wings will always be remembered. Saying goodbye is the hard part, but one Tagiane has learned is inevitable. Still, their time spent together is that of unison paws padding together, wings beating alongside each other and fulfilling races into the unknown.

At first her journeys were in search of populated village and civilised life, but they soon became about her duty to herself before evolving into her duty to the rest of nature. Tagiane doesn't know who she is or where she's supposed to be heading, but she does what she believes is right and what she's good at.

"I used to fear the unknown but now it calls me to explore and delve into its hidden wonders."

So much time spent with animals means that even her own movements have become vaguely animallistic: Tagiane is almost nocturnal, not sleeping as much as she should find herself needing, but still somehow functioning on as normal a level as someone who has grown up in the forest. Sleep is a waste of effort and deprives her of precious time she could be spending patching up a wound. She's not too keen on physical contact with others - those that aim to get close to Tagiane must let her come to them first - and due to a lack of social contact for years she is not the most tactful when speaking. Her self-inflicted isolation from society has lead to her being slightly inexperienced in almost anything when it comes to social interaction, finding herself much preferring the company of animals and only just starting to get the hang of talking on a regular basis. Tagiane's appearance is not something she dwells over too much with the exception of her hair. Learning this the hard way, she has discovered the rather unfortunate grooming instinct mammals have.

Having scorned a life of education and neglected her studies as soon as she could, Tagiane is not the most academically intelligent person to ever walk the earth but she makes up for it with her knowledge of the forest with all of its respective wildife and a big heart. Any problems that arise she will try to figure out on her own before going to others for help as she is so used to independence and doesn't enjoy feeling like a burden to those she knows.

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These people have learned not from books,
But in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank.
Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them,
The sun when it left a glow of crimson behind at setting,
The very trees and wild herbs.

Anton Chekhov

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The first of her species she met again was none other than Tabbris, the troubled hunter. A chance encounter caused their paths to cross while they were both within the same forest. Tagiane defended the victim of his hunt with a somewhat raging ferocity until the hunter backed down, and soon the pair were enveloped in conversation with he aforementioned deer lying curled up in her lap. He spoke to her of the Dream Giver: inticing tales of the lost becoming found and repurposing their lives for whatever they wished. These drew her in and convinced her to accompany him on his journey. The Dream Giver would be the one to settle their internal conflicts about their origins and guide them into finding new purpose for their life.

Following the clash of opposite intentions, the pair settled their differences and instead focused on what made them similar. Having both learned to fend for themselves from the woods, they found that they could be quite close sharing common interests and almost identical lifestyles. The moment she noticed his locket will be remembered forever and the hope that bubbled up inside of her could not be helped. This kalon was her brother and while he must have thought her strange at first, they both learned to make compromises to make each other happy and turn the other way when it came to what they loved - with a few arguments along the way and some not-so-gentle sibling rivalry.

Eventually their travels lead them to the caravan of the Dream Giver and on seeing the woman behind the great, mystical title, Tagiane felt herself instantly recognise the features of a face almost identical to her own and a locket bearing exact resemblance to the one now worn proudly at her chest. Having at first struggled to reconcile the image she had built up in her head of the Dream Giver and what she saw before her, she allowed herself to become closer to her siblings, even Telantes despite her almost legendary status. Their relationship became less of a mutual agreement and more like that of sisters. Together, they resolved to find their parents in search of the truth behind their birth and subsequent cast-off.

While originally believing her whispering to be a failure to the high hopes of her parents and nothing worth note, she found herself convinced by her brother and sister otherwise. In her siblings, Tagiane found her purpose and learned to never take for granted both quiet moments spent alone and the companionable presence of those she could confide in. She has found people she can put all of her trust into, but most of all she has found family. It may bother her to not have memories of her parents but she finds comfort in knowing that they are heading down this path together.


"I would tell you I am not bothered by being sent away, but for the first time ever that would be a truth for I have grown with the help of my beloved brother and sister, my family."

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decoration: credit // credit // credit // credit
miscellaneous additon: poem from a day in the country
art by sixbane - one // two
quote used from haruki murakami (counted in word count)
writing and coding by me

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[father]

"Convinced that the only way her children could truly experience the world was through experience outside of the temple, she and Soul agreed to send them out at a young age to discover the world for themselves. She sent each child winged child a locket necklace bearing her symbol, inside, a note to remind them of her and Soul's love for each of them. Completely unaware of where the world may take them, she waits unendingly for their eventual return, or for news of their great adventures."

-sent out real young, wanders for most of the time
-kjhvjdx i dont have time to put everything here, i will laterrrrrrr

[LivingLethal]

marking <3

[fab!.]

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MARK !! gonna go all out.. i have such good ideas

[PikaPerfect]

mark, but i doubt i'll have time to enter :')

[steamplonk]

res !!

[kittykore]

Mark !!