[Lilian Nightshade]

Username;; Lilian Nightshade

Name;; Venice


Story;;

(Instead making him meet myself, I chose to make him meet Berkshire's pseudo, Serawyn, with her permission ^^)

It was a very peaceful morning. The weak sunrays slowly crept through the woods as they stirred the resident wildlife in their path. The birds, as usual, were the first to awaken from their slumber. It didn’t take long for their chirps to break the silence and fill it with fresh new energy, like messengers of the sun itself spreading life wherever they flew to.

A certain resident of that land, however, barely noticed the change in the forest’s atmosphere. The ashen colored pseudo had awakened long ago, too used to the comforting moonlight to bother waiting for the birds’ call at all. One could easily tell it was his routine by now: rising extra early and climbing up his favorite tree only to watch the sunrise with a privileged view.

“Good morning.” The young male murmured, letting his smooth voice get carried in the morning breeze. The thought of greeting that powerful, bright king of the skies gave him some sort of soothing sensation... a sensation only his mother could bring him…

Venice sighed, resting his chin on his crossed hands. The young male cherished the tranquility of every morning. It felt great to have the sun as his only company... for if there was something Venice absolutely loathed, it was dealing with other pseudos.

Whenever he crossed paths with someone else, they would point out at his rather… unique features. Big eyes, feathered ears, short mane... everything. Apparently everybody wanted to make sure he knew how different he was, and that thought alone made him roll his eyes with a hoarse snarl.

They made fun of his big “owl” eyes, they joked about the way long plumes stretched out of his ears, they teased him about how short his neck plumage was for a male... of course, anything out of the ordinary was “funny” to them.

Venice snorted, scarring the bark underneath him with his sharp claws. He hated that word with a passion. He wasn’t funny, pathetic or whatever else they may call him… he was just different... Special...

Oh yes, special... now that was a word he deeply cherished. Venice could remember very well the way his mother would let it roll off her tongue with a melodious voice, soothing the little one whenever others mocked his looks with their heated, poisonous tongues. To them he was a loser, a pathetic ball of plumes… but to his mother he was her special “little owl”, one with eyes of amber and a heart of gold, not to mention the adorable ear tufts she would preen so lovingly every night before lying down.

Venice couldn’t suppress a smile from crossing his muzzle at the memory, it brought him that familiar comforting warmth from before. Oh how he missed her… she had left this world so early, leaving him to defend himself from all those cruel stares and words… it wasn’t fair at all.

Sighing once more, Venice leaned up and sat on his haunches. At that moment one would easily say he had acquired two little suns of his own, for the sunlight flowed into his golden eyes with unbelievable perfection. His nostrils flared as they inhaled the fresh air, fueling his thoughts. If only things could be simpler, if only he was born normal…

“Hey.”

Venice jumped at sudden voice that echoed right behind him. His claws dug into the bark as quickly turned around, feathers standing on end, to face whoever had stepped into his once safe haven. It was a black and blue female, he noticed, although he didn’t remember ever seeing her before.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” She continued, carefully approaching him. Venice noticed her apologetic look and relaxed his stance a little, then looked her up and down.

“What are you doing here?”

She cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at the question, sitting down. Then nodded to the sunrise. “The same as you, I guess.”

His feathered ears twitched suspiciously. He could tell she had noticed his odd looks, it was visible in her blue eyes… then why hadn’t she brought it up yet?

“What’s it?” She inquired, since the unknown male had been staring at her for a while.

“Aren’t you gonna, y’know, mock my ears or something?”

She blinked for a moment… then couldn’t suppress a sudden, amused chuckle from bubbling in her throat. “Seriously? Why would I??” She then approached him further and gestured to his ears. “In fact, I find them pretty cool.”

It was Venice’s turn to blink now. It was the first time somebody hadn’t bothered him about his different features and he wasn’t sure how to react to that… all he could do, after staring speechlessly at the female for a while, was muttering four simple words.

“My name is Venice.”


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[Mackiot]

name;; Greyson (may change)
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[ToastingCinnamon]

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Tokori meaning Owl

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RESERVE SO HARD

[Aizui]

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[LostGosling]

Dropping out - <3
I lost my connection with him somewhere along the line, and, due to not being too cracked up over predatory birds right now,
I must withdraw my form. XD Good luck to all the wonderful entries though! c; Beautiful boy; the owner will be one lucky person. <333

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[ViceVersa]

name;;
Menaham which means Comfort
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It is Halloween night and my friends and I decide to go to Hadley’s Barn. Hadley’s Barn is a haunted barn fundraiser for the local highschool. There is a choice of four barns to walk through, each contain kids dressed up in scary costumes ready to jump out and scare you. It’s a popular place to be on Halloween night. Aside from the haunted barns, there is a bonfire for those who get scared and decide they need a break. Also there is a haunted hayride. In order to get to the hayride, you must walk down a rather long spooky path. On both sides of the path are ghosts tied to the trees and plastic, glowing lights, in the shape of eyes, to help guide your way.

My friends and I decide to ride the hayride first, before the line becomes too long. The sky is growing dark quickly as we walk down the path to the hayride. I watch the glowing lights. What a creative idea, I think. I am staring at a yellow light, which is higher up in a tree, when I swear it blinked. I watch it for another minute, but nothing happens. “Maybe it was just my imagination…” I mutter. My friends are now ahead of me, so I sprint to catch up to them.

We arrive at the hayride. On a tractor is a farmer, dressed as a scarecrow. There are not many other people there. All of us pile onto the hay bales in the trailer. By the time the hayride starts, it is pitch black.
“I’m nervous, but excited!” Jamie squeals. Trevor grabs Lacie when she least expects it and she screeches in fear. Everyone laughs.
At the beginning of the ride I am happy, and at the end I am scared out of my wits. On the ride, the driver suddenly disappears when the ride stops in a graveyard. People suddenly spring out of the ground in terrifying costumes. The girl next to me begins to hyper ventilate. I am about to help her, when something under the trailer, reaches up through the bars, grabs my leg, and pulls me down. That is when I begin to panic. At the same time someone with a knife rises over me. The only thing that stops both of them, is the startup of the tractor. From that time on, I have had enough. I watch the sky for the rest of the ride, and try not to cry.
My friends decide to go back to the haunted barns. I refuse to go. I am not a horror person in the first place and that ride frightened me. They ask if I am alright to take the path back to the bonfires alone. I reassure them that I will be fine.
Alone, I walk down the path to the bonfires. My heart is just beginning to slow down. I hear a loud crashing noise behind me. I think Josiah is trying to scare me. Turning around, I stare into the dark. I can see nothing but the faint glowing eyes and ghosts. I hear an eerie moan. The wind blows as its cold fingers crawl into my shirt. My heart jumps into my throat and I begin to run. Fast as I can, I fly down the path. My toes catch on a gnarled tree root. Before I can stop myself, I am falling. The ground is hard and cold as I hit it. I give up. I burry my head in my hands. Whatever is behind me can eat me. I do not care anymore. After a few minutes I look up. Two glowing yellow eyes are staring right back at me. The eyes come closer. There sitting in front of me is a pseudodragon. For some strange reason, I stretch out my hand. It rubs its feathery head against it. This brings me comfort. Slowly, so as not to startle it, I sit up. This pseudodragon looks odd to me. I have never seen one this close, but I have studied them before. I wonder if it will let me bring it to the bonfire, to get a better look at it in the light. To my surprise, the pseudodragon allows me to pick it up, so long as I do not trap it. Carefully, I carry it to the bonfire. I’m no longer afraid. For some reason this small dragon gives me courage.
In the light of the fire, I see that the dragon looks like a miniature owl in appearance. I sit down by the fire. The pseudodragon stays next to me. He refuses to leave me, even if I allow him to go. Though my friends left me, he stays with me. He is my true friend.

[Little Fish]

possible reserve c:

[Valesfer]

omg luv <3

[pidgeoncat]

hmm res