Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby ki-neko animura » Thu Sep 04, 2014 1:49 am

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name;
Calchas

Name Meaning:
A seer in Greek

gender;
Male

Personal Quote:
"There is darkness in the world, but within that darkness are spots of light. Light that stick together to dominate the darkenss."

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short personality;
This boy is extremely vigilant and maybe even a little paranoid. Calchas places himself outside of normal Plumerian systems and lives a life in no particular territory. In fact he has no territory he calls home but most other Plumies know his name. He is a fierce fighter and is known to be honest and true. Many Plumerians allow him in their territory for that reason. When in another's territory he will defend it like his own, protect any young that may be there, any prey that may be stolen, etc. He has a soft spot for young ones and lives to see them grow.

Story:
I don't remember much of my childhood, Only snips and snaps of pictures will flash through my mind. But I do remember one day, the day that everything turned south for me. I was about 6 months old, playing with my older sister Remki when the sounds of the forest changed. Our ears perked as the two of us froze, in that moment our father came rushing into the clearing, blood streaming from his chest and dripping from his muzzle. He told us to run, and so we did. We ran and ran, until our feet couldn't carry us. But we found the will to continue on, Remki felt something behind us and told me to keep running, I argued but in the end lost. She told me that I must survive, I must do what I can to live on. But she also told me not to hate, that the world was a cruel place but in it there were spots of light. I didn't know what she meant nor did I ever find out what had killed my family but ever since then I have journeyed the world, hidden like sulfur in a mine. I am there yet not and I do not take more than what I need.
I could have earned a territory if I wanted to but as I grew older I started to understand the words that my sister had told me before I ran away, the words that still haunt me and will haunt me till the day I die. I will remain neutral in the world, remain without a territory to call my own. In return I am sheltered from the violence of disputes. I promise to never hurt a Plumerian that lives in the territory in which I would currently live, I promise to protect anything that the owner deems precious as if it were my own. Whether it is prey, lands, or my personal favorite family. Any Plumerian that holds it's family, above all else earns the respect of me. If they allow me to I love to teach the young ones about the world, teach them tricks that could one day save them or their loved ones, that could have saved mine if I had known them.

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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby chisami chai » Thu Sep 04, 2014 3:45 am

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This is the road I chose.
This is the life I've made.
Say what you want but know this world opened her arms for me

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❖➥username;
    hello! I am Teeni, a currently Non-owner of a Plumerian.

❖➥name;
    I would like to name this Plumerian, Ze'ev Ti-awọn Badan Nimet. Pretty odd name at first glance, but don't worry, there's a meaning behind his name. Ze'ev[zee-eve] means quite ironically Wolf. Ti-awọn[ti-aywon], meaning Of. Badan[bay-don] and Nimet[ny-met] together mean Many Names. If you put all of them together, it means Wolf of Many Names. Frankly, I had no idea what to name him after, I believe just naming him Ze'ev would be very Cliche, and I wanted to take a different, unique play on words that I am very proud of. In coming up with his name, I have portrayed his back story pretty clearly now that I have a very fitting name. His name represents that he is always on the run, you can never see him at one place. Everyplace he goes, people call him differently, some call him Wolf, some call him Timber some even call him Jason. He doesn't have a real identity for himself, so he just calls himself Wolf of Many Names.

❖➥gender;
    Ze'ev is male, however he is very questioning about his identity, due to both his reputation, and obviously how he goes by. Many people perceive him differently than others. He goes by 'they and their,' he will correct anybody if they address him differently.

❖➥short personality;
    Ze'ev is a rather, interesting Plumie. With his very bizarre past, you wouldn't want to be associated with him unless you knew the real side of him, which not everybody sees first glance. An aspiring actor, he tends to make drama out of small things. However, many people enjoy this about him, so he doesn't keep this a secret more or less embraces it. His dramatic attitude sometimes gets him into serious trouble, especially with authorities, because they are always after him for some odd reason. Ze'ev also loves to taunt people who get easily angered by the, less serious type. More or less, Ze'ev is always hopeful that the next person he meets, is going to end up being different than the rest, who are always frightened of him. This makes him overly friendly, he would randomly try to socialize with anybody he sees, usually they reject because word has been going around that Ze'ev likes to steal candles, and chalk, quite the charmer am I right? Let's get into how bossy he can be, he gets that from having to speak out loudly to even get noticed. To those he despises, he can get very hypocritical, sarcastic, and fairly stubborn. Whenever Ze'ev senses a spiritual connection, his eyes let off a very dim white aura.

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❖➥candles and chalk
    A silhouette figure padded into a dimly lit, rather secluded area deep in the forest. A white mist aurora streamed across it's face, the only thing visible was it's bright white eyes that shone across the den. "Thank you, for keeping me safe throughout my journey's, I hope this will satisfy your needs as much as you have helped me," A very subtle voice spoke out, nearing towards a table with candles, a cloth with weird patterns, and a discarded bone that he had found somebody threw away. Closing his eyes, he lit up the candle, and said the words one last time, before he smiled with gratitude. "Farewell, my friends.." He spoke, soulfully releasing the bone into thin air, particles fluttered across the room, and a breeze ruffled his fur. The Plumie walked out of the den, shuffling towards the moonlight, sitting down and beginning to draw a very precise symbol on the grass, steadily placing itself in the center. It seemed that the figure was meditating, soon another breeze fluttered along, but he stood still. "Thank you Eir, for helping me with my struggles," The Plumerian spoke quietly, a smile soon sent him out of his meditation state. After another time of praying, he simply went on his way, traveling into the depths of the forest, only leaving the symbol drawn in the grass, that lit up and gave of a greenish lime color.

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❖➥a note by the adopter
    Hello! Non-owner of a plumerian here trying to adopt this beautiful little thing! I want this plumerian because I felt an immediate connection with Ze'ev the first time I saw him, and I thought; This is my dream plumerian. Now, I did go for a more different approach then the rest of the competitors, Ze'ev is named after a wolf, but is not a wolf. He doesn't want to be affiliated with a wolf, but he was namd Ze'ev by his birth parents, which he soon renamed himself. Now, I hope my uniqueness stands out, and I wish everybody good luck with there tryout form! Now, what will I do if I win Ze'ev? Simple, I will give him some relationships, but not romantically. I will give him enemies, friends, maybe siblings. I will be as active as I can with him, and hope I can further develop him as a character. I will create stories with him, and roleplay as much as I can!
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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby jarvis » Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:56 am

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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby wonderwolf1 » Thu Sep 04, 2014 6:07 am

Dropping out, good luck to everyone
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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby The One & Only Vapor » Thu Sep 04, 2014 10:10 am

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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby Lilith. » Thu Sep 04, 2014 10:52 am

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    Image Alpha
    Image Female
    Image Alpha's a girl that you should never mess with, as
    it comes with great consequences, but though she is all tough and mean, she has a soft side
    for those who deserve it. This soft side of her's is hard to find and not given to most females,
    as she finds most very annoying and too flirtatious towards males, that it really just angers
    her. Though this is all she has seen with the female she's met, one being her mother. When
    she first meets a female she holds as much respect for that plumie as any male plumie she has
    just met.

    Alpha wasn't always mean though for when she was younger she was a sweet shy little girl,
    living with a group of rogue Plumerians. No one really knew why they were isolated from
    everyone as rarely did they speak to others. They almost ran like a wolf pack with an Alpha,
    Beta and so on. But one day they disappeared with Alpha being the only one left. She recreated
    her "Pack" which mostly consists of males. Ever since that day Alpha acts the way she does today.

    Alpha is a fierce leader as she'll put herself in front of everyone no matter the risk of her life.
    She is truly fearless. But though it may seem she tryst them all, she really doesn't'. She has always
    had problems trusting people and makes people wonder what she really went through that night
    her true "Pack" disappeared.

    Image "A run!" Mother yelled, as something big and black attacked
    her. I only closed my eyes, I never ran from a fight, but then I squeezed my eyes shut I
    felt the cold tear run down my face. I disliked crying more than this creature. Mother
    always told me crying was for the weak, that was their soul screaming out. That the soul
    wanted to be free from this disastrous moment. That was the first time I ever cried and
    I wish I could say it was my last.

    "A go please, I love you!" Mother screamed again. How could I believe her? I knew she
    only said that when she was close to the...end. I heard her every night....

    No! I shook my head as I prepared for what I knew I had to do..again.

    I lunged forward using my long claws and teeth to sink into the blob. It felt like a bear
    or maybe a large dog, maybe a...no. I looked down seeing the gleaming bright
    goldish-brown eyes, that looked back at me. I couldn't hurt this creature! I wasn't even 6
    moons old and had to kill a wolf.

    Wolves were my role models. Did you know they will never attack unless they feel
    threatened, or food is so scarce that they truly have no choice. I slowly unhooked my
    fangs from the neck of the creature and it flung me off, my back slamming into a tree.

    "What are you doing?" Mother again screamed. I slowly lifted my body from the ground,
    I couldn't but I knew the truth. We lived in this forest for a reason, we were shamed.
    No! She was shamed.

    My back slowly cracked and I felt a twinge of pang in my paw, I knew it wasn't broken
    so I bolted. The dry leaves crunched beneath me. Tears burned down my face. I had ran
    from that fight, something I told myself I would never do and I did. The tears kept coming,
    I tried to close my eyes but I either saw my mother’s face or the wolves.

    I knew what the outcome was but either way brought more tears rushing down my
    face. I hated it so much.

    I heard Her calling to me from behind, but I didn't turn. I had to leave other ways I would
    truly do something I would regret. Soon everything was burning my heart feeling s though it
    would burst. I felt my legs buckle underneath me, my body slammed into the ground and I
    just laid there thinking I had truly ran to the end of my life.

    ~~

    I cracked my eyes open seeing a bright light hit my eyes immediately. 'Am I dead?' I
    wondered, but then pain shot through my body hard. 'Nope not dead.' I sighed as I
    inspected my wounds; something was wrong with my paw and my head felt like a
    bear bit it but otherwise I was okay. "So nothing that could kill me sadly," I said to
    myself, as I slowly got up.

    My body was caked in dry blood and blobs of dirt stuck to my entire body, but
    cleaning myself would have to wait till I found some water.

    Then when I heard the rustle in the leave that made me get up faster than I probably
    should've at that moment. "Who's there?" I said making my voice sound hard, hiding my
    injuries. Then I saw a black figure bolt into the forest farther. 'Crazy thing.'

    I slowly dragged my body in hope of finding water, as I knew in this state I would never
    be able to catch anything.

    I flicked my ears up and heard the slow drip of water falling from something and slowly
    followed it. I licked my chops hoping that would sooth the thirst it was dieing for. When
    I found my way to the slow trickle I lowered my head in sadness, for it was only the slow
    fall of water from leaf to leaf on a tall oak tree, but it would have to do. I slowly padded
    over sticking my dirty face under that water sucking up every last drop of water.

    My body tingled in happiness for the, yet small, amount of water, but the happiness was
    short for I heard another rustle of leaves behind me. I slowly turned around and I saw a
    flash of black before the thing was on top of me rustling me to the ground hard and
    fierce. It was soft but hard and had glowing eyes in a color I couldn't see, but I had to
    fight I couldn't ponder the eye color, of my attacker.

    We fell hard against the tree and I felt water fall across my face from a leaf above. I
    bit down hard on the creature and felt him jerk back, an almost howl sound escaping
    from its lips.

    The adrenalin that shot through my body in big waves hid the pain that was in my paw
    and head as if it wasn't even there. I was amazed I could even manage a strong bite
    in the state I was in. But then a loud crunch broke my thoughts but the pain never came
    'What was that?' I look around and the black creature is nowhere to be seen, but blood
    is everywhere.

    My paw....my paw is covered in it. I feel a tear prick my eyes and everything goes black
    again.
    ~~
    The next time I opened my eyes it was strange Plumies stood everyone along with the
    black one I fought earlier. His neck was covered in blood.. 'Did I do that?'

    "Hello sweetheart," another one said. He was brown with strange white markings. "Hi,"
    I said. My voice was scratchy and dry. "Get her some water," the plumie ordered.

    Someone rushed away and soon water was brought to me. I slowly drank and was
    instantly relieved. 'Good water.'

    "So who are you all and what do you want with me?" I said trying to get up, but He
    wouldn't allow me too. "You're a very strong Plumie you shouldn't have been able
    to fight such creatures with the intense injuries you have and such young age. We
    have been watching you for a while waiting when the right time would come to
    approach you."

    I was shocked these strange plumies have been watching me.

    "So what do you want with me?" I asked.

    "Well erm because your worthy of our pack." The strange leader like one said.

    'Pack'? I thought what do they mean we don't live in packs, but I had no where
    else to go I needed a family to protect me and this I felt was the best I could
    get.

    "Okay I'm in for now but when I'm healed I can choose to leave."

    "Of course whatever you want we won’t make you stay." He said. "So what do
    we call you?"

    I thought about this and said, "A.." But never finished before the black Plumie
    answered.

    "Her name shall be Alpha she is stronger than any Plumie I've ever met and would
    make a fine one someday."

    I was shocked at what he said especially since I could have injured him badly. The
    leader looked at me and I nodded a slow smile etching its way onto my face.

    "Okay your name shall be Alpha!" He pronounced and everyone howled and so did I.

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    Many ask Alpha what the wisps are that fly from her eyes and she tells everyone the
    same thing. "My eyes have cried too much to create tears." That just makes others
    wonder more, especially if they know her, the dark, hard nothingness side of her that
    is. For how could someone like Alpha cry so much, many believe it’s just a saying to
    get others off her back, but is it?

    Alpha lived with her pack long after her paw healed. She loved that pack more than
    anything in the world, but one day all that was taken from her. She cried day in and
    day out for her dead pack, but it never brought them back. So it is believed the fog
    or wisps that fall from her eyes are their souls or that she is truly crying but it has
    turned to nothingness since she can't cry for them every day.

    Crying for that long made her warm and soft heart cold and many believe she shall
    never be the same. Since that day she has tried to build up her pack but no one can
    take the place of the ones who saved her that day.

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Zec Chevlovek

Postby Adonis » Thu Sep 04, 2014 1:20 pm

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Name:
Squall , he now goes by his alias name, Zec Chelovek [russian, prisoner of human being]

Gender:
Male

Personality:

Patient | Focused | Thoughtful | Irritable

Squall can be described as someone who's often lost in thought. Should a stranger happen upon him, they'd notice he's quite distant, though not un-friendly or ill-mannered. When focused upon a task or goal, he usually shuts himself out from the world until said goal is complete, and one would find he'd be extremely unresponsive or irritable should someone try and break that concentration. When his minds not focused on something, one would find he's very kindhearted, yet still strangely distant. This is mainly due to the fact he's always thinking of something, or trying to find something to occupy his time. Because of his secluded nature, he often takes astounding shots of scenes, using his patience and skill to guide his camera to wherever he goes.

History:

Life is like a camera, focus on what’s important, capture the good times, develop from the negatives, & if things don’t work out, take another shot .

They say that when you close your eyes, your sense are sharpened; hearing, taste, touch, smell. I could say the same. Except all I could ever see was black and white. Everything is nothing you can ever understand what you thought it to be. The logic of this world is overturned, and what you once thought is only consumed into a world of darkness. There is only a deceiving hope, one path you must never follow. For the true curse lies to those who choses their paths.

He was very young at that time, merely six, there was not much to remember, but this Plumerian had what you called a picture perfect life. He had multiple play-mates, a loving family, and most of all freedom. They lived extremely close to the forest, so his life always seemed to teem with adventure and exploration. This was all usurped one night when a bush had been lit on fire and the blaze swept through most of the forest, not missing its chance to wreak havoc through his home.

That night would be the last time he saw his family, for he was told to run, just keep running on, and his family would find him in time. He did as he was told, but lingered too long, staring through the flames at his family. Those destructive flames that had eaten everything he ever loved, ever wanted. Everything dear to him. The flames curled around, surrounding him, mocking him with its ever so almost beautiful dancing ways. And then, his eyes. His last stand for his hopeless freedom was gone. His face, ravaged by the flames, the last thing he remembered on that day was diving into the coldness.

He awoke to find himself alone, drifting down a river, in a world of black and white. The last thing he remembered since his childhood was the panic, the terrified screams and those mocking flames. He decided to take up photography, because it gave him the power to capture beautiful moments, and store them forever. Only through this of “capturing moments” could he see color through its lens. With his new interest, he turned to the alias of Zec Chelovek, a new persona, and began his new life. His past life and that day has never been forgotten, and he one day wishes to regain both the sight of the world and his loved ones.


Second Sight:

Despite the fact he can see only colors of black and white, Squall is actually blind, thus his unusual white clouded eyes that seem to gaze on distantly. The only reason he has even vision is because due to something called “Second Sight.”

Second Sight is a super rare occurrence or phenomenon in which the a blind victim or a tragic event has been given vision again, but not without “glitches” such as “blurred” vision or “color-lacking” vision. Other symptoms include pale white eyes, or a little glowing trail left behind if one moves too fast.
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Postby prixie » Thu Sep 04, 2014 2:02 pm

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      XXXXX Sorren
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      XXXXX // male
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username; hi there, I'm PIRACY c:. A current non-owner. This handsome fella is most certainly my dream plumerian. Astounding job.
name; Sorren; derived from the name soren; meaning sly.
gender; male
short personality;
Sorren is a rather anti-social plumerian. He prefers to spend his time alone in the woods. He is sly and mischievous, he's always up to something, the real problem is catching him. Friendship has never come easily for him. The few he had, he protected with all his might. He is fiercely loyal and overprotective. But Getting close to him can be difficult. He is amazingly sarcastic and enjoys a good argument. Curiosity is at the core of him, and has lead him through many adventures, with many more to come.


Not so very long ago, a mysterious child was found, one who had a paw in two lives. His whole life was like a game of tug-a-war it seemed, a intense internal battle. In the end he made his own path. One that veered far away from all things familiar and plunged deep into the heart of the forest.
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Sorren never knew his parents. All he knew was the cold of the forest and the strength it held. He watched the wolves from afar and they watched him with interest, the plumerian with the pelt that resembled theirs. There wild ways seemed to call from him, despite his other bonds. And soon it seemed he was spending more time in the forest, then with those he knew and loved.
Sorren had come to rest in a small plumerian tribe, the seasons were drastic and the food was low, but it was home. Many plumerians had begun to notice Sorren's odd changes, and it wasn't long before he was confronted. Rage sped throughout him, and he then made a decision he regretted for a very long time. He left. At the time, it seemed the confrontation made the decision all the easier. He would simply go to the wolves, and join their pack, yes that is exactly what he would do. But upon searching the forest long and hard the wolves where no where to be seen. All that was left was several pairs of scattered paw prints.
Sorren received a new meaning of cold that winter, as he sat, still and silent, as the first few flakes of snow fell upon him. He spent several hours like that, his eyes closed against his surroundings. The world seemed to turn it's back on him that day, and he turned his back to the world.
It was when the snow came down in flurries, did Sorren finally move, he sat up abruptly, his breath becoming a fine mist. He watched as it spiraled upwards to the sky. He hung his head angrily, one paw scratching against the snow in frustration. His eyes once more caught on the paw prints, and with a start he raced after them, following the tracks left by the wolves. His blue eyes searched miserably as the falling snow, slowly covered all traces of life. He continued through the storm, and soon, out of pure exhaustion, he settled down in defeat, letting the cold snow sink deep into his fur. His vision blurred, and all became black.
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Sorren blinked his eyes warily, his surroundings unfamiliar. His muscles ached like they never had before. Slowly he stood up, and stiffly walked over to a small puddle to lap up some water. Seeing his reflection he staggered back in shock. His eyes were much icier then they had been before and.. it almost seemed as if they glowed. He shook himself and closed his eyes but the apparition did not fade away. His dry throat no longer seemed like a priority. And he quickly began to look for an exit. He sprinted out of the cave, his legs seeming to scream with pain. He ran as far as he could that day trying to run from his past. But it always seemed to be there. So now he travels from place to place, trying to find a place where his past won't follow him.
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Re: Plumerian #302 - Wolf

Postby Okami<3 » Thu Sep 04, 2014 2:31 pm

Reserve. This will be my first time trying to get a Plumerian. :D
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Plumerian #302 - The Girl with Ghostly Eyes.

Postby darkenedmammal » Thu Sep 04, 2014 2:36 pm

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M Y S T E R I U M
the girl with ghostly eyes


    ➸ username;
    Shadow.Of.The.Wolf
    Hello-hello and a pleasure to meet you!
    I am a non-owner very new to Plumerians.
    This will be my first time trying out for one!
    I sure hope to win this beautiful gal as I am a big fan of canis lupus, the wolf!
    Looking beyond her wolf features,
    what also attracted me to this Plumerian was her ghostly eyes.
    So, I hope you enjoy reading and looking over my form and
    I certainly hope I will succeed in becoming this cuties owner.

    ➸ name;
    Mysterium
    ► Meaning mystery in Latin
    When I think of a name normally,
    I think of the name first and then a personality suiting it.
    Here, it was the reverse.
    After I decided I wanted this Plumie to be somebody quiet and mysterious,
    keeping an aura of secrecy around them,
    I wanted a name fitting that secretive air.
    After much pondering I decided on the name Mystery, but that was too plain.
    Requesting the assist of my comrades,
    my good friend Nebulis told me the Latin word
    for Mystery, Mysterium, and her name was set in stone.

    ➸ gender;
    Female
    You may have noticed me referring to this Plumerian as gal before,
    the reason behind that is I've decided to make her a she should I win.
    I believe her personality would suit someone more feminine,
    and the word Mysterium as a name sounds like that of a girl to me.
    I simply think that a girl would be much more fitting than a boy
    of the character I have thought of.


    ➸ short personality;
    mysterious || məˈsti(ə)rēəs ||
    difficult to understand or explain.


    quiet || kwīət ||
    making little or no noise.


    insomniac || inˈsɒm niˌæk ||
    a person suffering from insomnia.


    spiritual || spiriCHo͞oəl ||
    of or relating to spirits or spiritual belief.


    withdrawn || wiT͟Hˈdrôn ||
    not wanting to communicate with others.
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    ➸ extra one; [1335 / 1400 - history]
    PART ONE: I was but a child.

    I wake at dawn but never sleep, dare to walk but never leap.
    Hiding in darkness everlasting, in shadows forever basking.


    Mysterium was always different from other children.
    When other children preferred to run about and play, Mysterium could be found reading within her home.
    Both she and her mother lived, just the two of them, inside her deceased father's mansion.
    He had passed away before her birth, leaving the both of them behind.
    The mansion was built at the edge of a small village of close Plumerians,
    where gossip spread like wild fire and almost all were considered family.
    This is where Mysterium's strangeness came into play.
    For, besides being much calmer than others, she looked different too.
    Atop her head were two sharp ears, unlike a normal Plumerians ordinary round ears.
    Her tail was slightly shorter, and looked like that of a wolf's.
    And when the sun fell and the moon rose, a trail of what seemed like fog
    would follow her eyes, making them seem surreal and ghostly. Her eyes were a shocking icy blue,
    clear and sharp, stunning anyone who would dare look into them and meet her gaze.
    Unfortunately, not many had the chance to look, for her mother knew how news spread in the village,
    and knew that Mysterium was strange and different from the other Plumerians.
    She knew that she would have to go through a lot of trouble, should the big-mouthed
    villagers ever catch wind of her daughter's features. And so her mother was strict, cold,
    and everything a mother shouldn't be to a young child. She never allowed the young Plumerian
    outside after dusk, and locked her up in the library during the day. But, there was one final
    difference about the girl, still so young. That was, whenever the full moon shone at night,
    large and round, she would howl. She would howl quietly at first, her volume steadily climbing
    until reaching a peak in her song with a beautiful voice, a voice filled with joy,
    the voice of someone who was meant to sing.

    PART TWO: The day I flew away

    Live in forest breathing life, live in forest filled with strife.
    Raised by wolf with heart so strong, raised by fathers howling song.


    Mysterium was never blind to her mothers actions.
    She realized at a young age that she was being contained.
    So, at the feeble age of ten, after her mother had
    locked her in the library for the day as usual, she escaped by an open window.
    She had never felt such freedom before that, it was exhilarating to run down
    the road to the village, her heartbeat pounding in her ears and the wind through her fur.
    But, as she slowed and nervously entered the village she had been so close to
    she realized she was terrified. Mysterium had never had the chance to interact with
    anybody but her mother, thus had rather terrible communication skills. With every step she took,
    she realized that she was a stranger to them, even if she had been near them for her entire life.
    "Who is that girl?" "Whats with her tail and ears?" "Look at her feathers!" they murmured.
    They voices seemed taunting and malicious, scaring the quiet girl with each word.
    She picked up her pace until she was running, fear echoing in her young mind.
    Before she realized it, she had entered the thick forest on the far side of the town.
    Lost and confused, she called out quietly to anyone who might hear her.
    Until dusk she wandered, and when the moon rose did she finally receive an answer.
    But, who she met was a shock, for before her stood a tall dark brown wolf,
    surrounded by ghosts of all shapes and sizes, of every animal species you could think of.
    With a rough yet gentle voice he called out to her,
    "Hello there child, welcome to the forest of lost souls."

    PART THREE: I never met the real one.

    Ghosts and spirits follow me, ever haunting silently.
    Sometimes they speak quietly, almost chanting, 'hee hee hee'


    Gareth was like a father to Mysterium.
    After he met her in the forest that day, the child refused to leave.
    She knew that after experiencing a taste of freedom, she could never return to the life she had before.
    And so, Gareth taught her what he knew of the woods. He was the watcher, the guardian, of the forest.
    He knew all about it's inhabitants. Not so much about the forest itself.
    His knowledge on what it contained though, changed the girls view on life.
    The forest was a home to lost souls, a place where the restless dead could achieve eternal peace.
    But, the forest needed someone to watch over ghosts and spirits, to make sure they could move on,
    to help them achieve their peace. It was said that, each guardian needed an apprentice,
    and that when their time came, the apprentice would be lead to the forest, to their mentor.
    Gareth was still young, but not healthy. He had fallen ill, and he knew that soon he would become
    like the dead he watched over. He knew that Mysterium was meant to be his apprentice.
    But she was still young, so when months came and went and his condition declined,
    she was terrified and sad. Sad that she was losing the only fatherly figure she had.
    But she'd find a friend who would help her once he passed after many weeks of
    holding on for just a while longer. He was not a ghost in the forest, for his soul was not restless,
    and he had no incomplete wishes. He had lived a life where his dreams were fulfilled.
    So Mysterium was left alone once more, but she'd find a friend. A friend she'd have forever.

    PART FOUR: I wish upon a star

    Even if he's not really there, I don't really think I care.
    He'll be there where I'm gray and old, he'll be there when my body's cold.
    And then it'll be, simply he and me.


    There were many spirits in the forest.
    What was wrong with befriending them? After Gareth passed, the task of
    taking care of the forest fell to Mysterium, still young and inexperienced.
    And so, one night, with her pale eyes she looked to the sky, filled with beautiful stars,
    as she sat tiredly at the edge of a pond, filled with fish, both alive and dead.
    She spoke quietly, almost nervously, as if her speech would be punished. She spoke with a gentle voice,
    and she made a wish, "Oh dear stars, stunning on this night, please answer my wish. I wish for a comrade
    in this forest, I find myself alone even as I am surrounded by others."

    "If you find yourself alone, why do you isolate yourself at this moment?" an amused voice replied.
    Mysterium whirled around, surprise in her eyes. She was greeted by a spirit, one of her own kind.
    "And tell me, who might you be? I see obviously you're a member of the forest." she curiously asked.
    "My humble name is Warden, I have heard on passing rumors that you are Gareth's apprentice, Mysterium.
    I thought that I should meet this unseen apprentice for myself, and by pure luck found you here."

    With those words, he stepped closer to the waters edge and sat down beside the girl, who turned to inspect him.
    His fur was white as snow, and seemed to lack any markings, his feathers were also like so. Only his eyes contained any color.
    His eyes were a startling green and seemed to look right into her, much like her eyes seemed to others.
    The two would talk many more times after that night, each time becoming closer friends.
    And though I'd love to elaborate, this tale must come to a close as many others must.
    After all...
    I've got a forest to watch over.


    ➸ extra two; [2 / 3 - art]
    piece one; xxx - by Nebulis
    piece two; xxx - by Beerenpfote


I AM BUT A GIRL
in this big blue world

Note: mixing up extra word/art limit.
1400 words / 3 art pieces
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