[s n i f f]

Name: Varano

Gender: Male

Age: --

Skills:

Why are you filling a form out? Oh never mind.. I'll tell you my skills I suppose..

As a Refleur, I am proud of my northern like light that floats out of my mouth. I use it to catch my prey, I'm also an excellent fisher, With my flower decorated back it would look as if I am a bush, And they don't notice a thing. I'm excellent at spotting birds in the trees.. Especially in the spring, When the nests are vulnerable.

'Light':

I am proud of my light, It's a darkish red with tints of brown and orange.

Mate/Crush:

It depends, I haven't found the right one yet... But I'll keep looking.. Plenty of fish in the sea, Is what they always say.. Or do they? I'm a bit puzzled..

Family:

No family, Sadly.. They left me I do believe.. My memory isn't that clear.. I just remember one day that they disappeared.

Children:

No children, They drive me crazy.. And plus I haven't found the right mate yet..

Digestive System:

I'm picky about this.... I only like to eat small mammals and bugs, Yes.. Bugs. They are delicious.. Especially spiders. I love small rodents such as mice & rats, I have no problem with catching those slippery furry creatures, And I really love.. Birds.. Obviously the eggs as well, And the chicks.

Personality:

- Philosopher -

As I glance around to see if no one was watching me, I stare up into the night sky.. The stars.. They amaze me on how perplex they are.. I have so many questions about them.. And yet.. No one will ever answer for me.. Because they have the same questions.. As I reach out I feel as if I can touch them, But they are not there.. I find an interest in them..

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I chase a leaf down a narrow dirt road in the autumn forest, Leaves of all colors are falling left and right.. Yet this leaf that I'm chasing is such a beautiful color.. Once it stops I gaze at it form the ground, Daring not to touch it once it is frozen.. Still... Quiet.. I can describe many words for this beautiful leaf..

Likes/Dislikes:

Likes

- Bugs
- Female Refleur's
- Anything sweet
- Shiny rocks/things
- Collecting
- Observing
- Nature

Dislikes

- Getting wet & cold
- Sleeping without a shelter
- Not being able to reach fruit
- When he can't collect something
- Everything sour and tart
- When others make fun of him
- Boredom

Short story or history:
Drawing of Refleur:


WIP

[Wlyrout]

Name:

Hunter

Personality:

Hunter is a pleasent fellow who is care-free and not afraid to express his opinion. At times, although he is truly only being honest, he can sound uncaring. This is especially if he insults someone’s work, just because he doesn’t really like it. He is very compassionate, though, always reaching out and doing things just for the good of others. It takes a lot to get Hunter mad. In fact, he hardly even snaps. If you really push him, though, he can get very angry. But unlike others, he won’t stand and retaliate, he’ll just turn and run away. He hates when others are upset with him. He feels, as he has admitted, like a huge failure at these times.

He will listen to you when you are in distress or in need of comforting, but if you are mindlessly jabbing away or he doesn’t want you around, he tends to set off into a world of his own. Ocassionally, he’s very responsive, nodding and smiling and wagging his tail exactly at the right moments. But when you try to include him in the conversation, he completely forgets what you were talking about. This is his second stage of talking, when his mind is half attentive and half asleep.

Hunter seems to be all over the place at once. He is constantly drifting around, never quite content to be in one spot for too long. He doesn’t really have a home, he just moves from place to place. He isn’t picky, he’ll settle with whatever he gets. If he can find a cave, then that’s what he’ll sleep in. If he can only find a muddy, damp burrow... he’s fine with that too. The same comes with food. Whatever comes to him is never quite wasted. It’s either eaten, saved, or played and tottled with until it’s worn out well.

Hunter absolutely loves nature, and he almost feels panicked whenever he’s away from a forest or un-touched land area. This is why it is predicted that if he ever visited Earth, he would hate it there. He loves the light of the sun, and although it is said that staring at the sun damages vision, he often sits down just to look at it.

He’s not so much a leader or a follower, he’s more or less right next to everyone else. He remains in the middle. They say the middle is the safest, the warmest, the friendliest. Because in the middle you are surrounded. And Hunter, much unlike some others, loves having a group around him. He is quite corageous, though. His bravery is strongly admirable. If he feels the need, he will jump ahead to do noble- and mostly stupid (in the sense that he could break a bone or potentially die)- deeds.

Likes:

This little guy obviously holds an obsession over nature. He likes staying in a group, not far from the center. It is thought that this is just a natural defense, and that it is only so that predators can't single him out. He also likes it when he's felt that he's done something good, or that others are proud of him. I wouldn't say that he particuraly likes food, just that he'll eat or save anything edible that comes his way.

Dislikes:

Hunter hates it when he is told lies instead of the truth. Being as honest as he is, he likes getting the same back from others. If he can tell that you are lying, he'll most likely leave you alone. Even though he gets mad when this happens, he understands the need for privacy. He also can't stand it when there's no sun or moonlight. He likes being able to see what he's about to step into, and finds it rather scary when he is unaware of his surroundings.

Short story or history:

I was born into a nice family. I had three sisters, one brother. My parents were kind to us, and we were all perfectly healthy. Our brother was the runt. He was puny, but adorable. You just had to love him. And I did. And so did my parents. And so did my sisters. Oh, we fussed over him day and night as soon as we were old enough to show any emotion. He was always very thankful. He insisted that he didn't need so much attention, but we all knew that he enjoyed our non-stop company.

He was a somewhat quite fellow. He was kind, he was charming, he was small and cute. And our lives went on. My siblings and I learned basic survival skills soon after we learned to walk. We always hung out with my brother. I hung out with my sisters, too, of course. But mainly the runt. Little Monster, we called him. But of course that wasn't his name. His name was Diggit. And my sisters were Lilly, Sadie, and Dasie.

Lilly was mostly soft and gentle. She hardly ever spoke, but when she did, her tone made you want to drift off. Her coat was white and felt like silk. She wasn't very popular because she didn't really have anything dramatic to talk about. She wasn't a gossip queen. Lilly was more loving, mother-like.

Sadie was the tomboy. She was rough and always covered in something -mud, dirt, twigs, thorns. She payed the least attention to our brother, but even she was caught talking to him several times. Sadie was the independant one. She was loud and proud, we used to say.

Dasie was the girly girl. She never seemed to be at home. She was always off doing something. She whined and complained all day long. Dasie nearly drove us all to insanity. My sister was always trying to raise Diggit- believe it or not- as a female. She told him what he was to like and what he was to hate. The 'likes' included being perfectly clean, getting exactly what you want, and having everyone listen to you.

And life continued as it always did. But as time went on, my parents started fearing for my brother. He had barely grown, poor little Diggit, and was still as small as a young pup. They thought that he would have no chance of survival on his own. Then, one day, it all went wrong. I was teaching Diggit how to fish when he fell in to the lake. This would normally have not been a problem, but Diggit was so small, so weak, that he had never been taught how to swim. And even though we had been fishing at the shallows, the current quickly swept him out into the lake.

"Diggit!", I remembered screaming.
"Diggit, swim! Diggit! Digget, no, don't drown, Diggit!"

Soon, my screams turned into sobs. I watched my brother as the current swept him out, further and further, until I couldn't see him anymore. Diggit, my own brother, had died right in front of me. And I had the nerve to just stand there and cry. I couldn't go back to face my family. That little runt meant everything to them- and to me.

So I ran off. I couldn't stay, I decided. If my sisters didn't plot to kill me in my sleep, I would surely die from Dasie's obnoxious snobbing. So I turned around and ran. No second thoughts. And that is where my life really turned around.

It all started when I took my first leap further into the woods, away from my family. I ran for what seemed like hours (I found out later that it was only minutes), while tears blurred my vision and nearly froze my face as they poured down my cheeks and the wind slapped them. I couldn't concentrate; I just had to keep going. Never slowing down. It's all that I could think about. But eventually, I bumped into someone.

It was another Refluer, with a sandy-colored coat. The most gorgeous flowers lined her back, red and pinky-orange and purple. I was about to apoligize when she stiffened, making a low rumbling sound in her throat.

"How dare you!", she snapped. I looked behind my shoulder, and when I saw nothing but trees, I realized that she was yelling at me. I immediately felt bad. It was all my fault. I should have watched where I was going.
"I- I- I-" I couldn't exactly speak. Ever tried talking to an angry animal when you've been running and crying at the same time? Didn't think so.
"What is it?" Her voice became annoyed, and she raised her tail, surely about to slap me with it.
"I'm really sorry."
"Oh, are you?"
"Yes."
"Well, TOO BAD! No more chances!"
"Um- pardon me, miss, but I don't know what you're talking about."
That was my big mistake. She finally used that tail. It really hurt.
"That is what you get. It's a big, scary world out there. You won't stand a chance. You can't even deal with me. Me- the puny... annoying... brat."
Her face saddened and dropped down so that I couldn't see it. I bent down a little and peered up at her.
"I'm sorry.", I said.
She looked up again. A single tear ran down her face.
"What- What's your- your name?"
"I'm Hunter. Yours?"
"Don't have one."
"Really? To me, you look like a... a Fawn, or a Sandy."
"I like Sandy." She smiled.

And so I met Sandy the Refleur.
{To be continued... if I get him.}

Drawings of Refleur:

Quick Headshot / Full Body Oekaki / Traditional Headshot

I know that my art skills are a fail. : -( I tried my best.

[Sunbeargirl]

Name: Wraith of the Forest (Wraith for short)
Personality: He is very reserved and dislikes being around too many others. He enjoys battle and plotting, however, and is an amazing fighter.
Likes/Dislikes: He enjoys battle and doesn't like crowds.
Short story or history: Wraith has always been the Refleur who was ignored. Originally as a pup, and since then he has created a hate for being shunned and for those who shunned him. He want's revenge..
Drawing of Refleur:Sorry, gtg. I'll do it tomorrow.

[kartharon]

Bookmarking! Fell in love with him the moment I saw him

[Dr. Vineta]

Name:Azarik
Personality:Azarik is a male wolf,he is kind, loving, gentle, warm hearted, playful, fast, strong, brave and loyal.
Likes/Dislikes:He loves butterflies, daisies, grass, water, reaching for clouds. He hates butter. FULL STOP.
Short story or history: His mother was looking after him until grey pack came and killed her. He was left alone... then taken by his mother's sister..it was for his own good..he was raised with her then when the time came he had to leave. He became friends with a butterfly..it followed him everywhere, and he named it flutterby.
Drawing of Refleur:Isn't it the one above?

[kimmy1479]

Name:Aztec
Personality:Wary of new creatures and over protective of friends and family. Strong, bold, brave and noble.
Likes/Dislikes:Loves tranquil forest and peaceful lakes, yet also enjoys some commotion and fun. Doesn't like arguing or fighting or manipulative people, but play battles are fine.
Short story or history:
Aztec walked slowly toward the lake. The war was over. No more battles, no more bloodshed. He heaved a great sigh of relief. The Great War wasn't all that great. Two packs had been battling for territory for nearly 3 years, now it was over. 'Why didn't one pack simply move instead of wasting all those lives?' He asked himself. He winced. His father had lost his life in that war. And he wasn't even fighting. His father had been a wise and fair man. He had told the pack that it was foolish to waste all this time and all these lives fighting for land when there was plenty to go around. Hitack, one who had always envied his fathers rank and position among the pack had questioned him. 'Why should we share land thats rightfully ours?' He had said. Kiloth answered calmly that the land didn't rightfully belong to anyone, that land was simply a planet, and no one owned the planet.' That's when Hitack started to get angry. 'Why not? Why shouldn't we own the world! Your holding us back!' He had yelled. Some other idiots started to agree. They didn't know anything except that Hitack said that they should own everything, and they where greedy. Kiloth hated it when fools made wild accusations and stupid plots. 'Say one more idiotic word and I'll kill you myself!" He had growled. That was all the motivation Hitack needed. He attacked my father, clawing wildly. Kiloth would have won, where it not for Hitacks followers. He had lost his temper, and paid with his life. Aztec sighed. It was not good to dwell on the past. The war was over, it was time to focus on new beginnings.
Drawing-WIP

[apache~]

I finally picked a winner: Lazy Scribble. Neko was also close, though! Thanks to all who participated, keep looking for new refleur! We have new staff up, so if you applied check to see if you made it! applications are still ongoing and I may still add you later. Soon I will finish judging for the latest female refleur, and dish out some new ones.

[Wlyrout]

Thank you! I am so speechless! He is the most beautiful Refluer!