by inkyy » Sat Mar 07, 2015 10:20 pm
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username Inky.
name finch - childhood nick-
name fitch "fur of a polecat"
gender male
what do they fear the most?
being caught/being locked up.coding by bliss
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Finch ran out into the street, the golden tips of his ears rotating, listening for the thudding
footsteps he knew would come. He had being caught, again. All this palaver over a loaf of
bread he thought, struggling to hear himself think over the blood rushing into his head. The
loaf in question was tucked under his arm, still warm and startled from being grabbed from
its shelf in the bakery. finch pelted down the street trying to block out the shouts of the angry
shopkeepers behind him and trying to get out, get out of this godforsaken town and away.
Away from this place with its jails and locks. Whenever he was trying to survive there was
always that lingering dread- that someday he would be caught and locked up for good. That
he wouldn’t be fast enough, wouldn’t be good enough... finch tried to drive these thoughts
out of his head as his creamy paws hit the cobbles of the main street and out into the woods
that surronded this little town. Still running, he took a deep breath and looking round. damn
it that determined shop keeper must have left his shop alone to just get this one loaf.
Well he certainly wouldn’t be getting it back. For finch always stole at the right time- when
the sun was slinking back down, those moments when everything is bathed in golden light.
The same golden light that coated his ears and back. He fell into the woods and lay still,
holding his breath. His dappled coat camouflaged perfectly with the undergrowth and light.
Here he would be safe. Safe from all the locks that never had keys, safe from being locked
up for what he has to do.
After the shopkeeper, who had looked in vain, had stomped off back to the town finch
breathed out in relief. Another time gone well. Hopefully next time would be the same.
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by DancesWithSquids » Sat Mar 07, 2015 11:58 pm
username- Danceswithsquids
name- Ivory Song
gender- Female
what do they fear the most? - Being forgotten.
1 extra (1 piece of art or writing under 500 words)- w.I.p. poem about Ivarie wanting to impact others and leave memories of herself with everyone she meets.
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I'm a pretty shy person but
feel free to PM me about anything!

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by spencer » Sun Mar 08, 2015 12:31 am
username ;;
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name ;;
jupiter
gender ;;
male
what do they fear the most ;;
jupiter has angrophobia which means that he is scared of anger or becoming angry. he thinks that people become capricious when they are angry. your best friend could turn into a monster just because he is angry - that's jupiter's greatest fear.
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by tempest, » Sun Mar 08, 2015 12:47 am
DON'T YOU DARE LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW
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name: Desiderio Ferreiro
gender: Male
what do they fear the most: His hugest phobia
is pyrophobia - a morbid fear of fire as a result
of an unpleasant personal experience he was
forced to go through in the past. Despite that,
Desiderio takes a part in a circus as a fire
breather now. Life is odd sometimes.┗━━━━ ━━━━┛

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If a few days ago someone would tell me I was about to lose everything impor-
tant for me in just one night, I would probably call them crazy and forget about
that as soon as the conversation would end. But as I stood in the driveway of
the place I used to call home and stared at the soot covered remains of a build-
ing, I came to two realizations: firstly I was left without anything that actually
mattered, and secondly life didn't end at that moment. I think I heard a voice
somewhere far away attempting to get my attention: "Excuse me, sir? Are
you okay? We need to ask you a few questions about the-" I didn't hear
the rest of what the person approaching me was about to say because my legs
started leading me away from the smoldering charcoal of house that once re-
minded me of pleasant childhood memories but now everything related to them
was gone. As much as I craved to have some sort of feeling about the recent
events, I felt empty inside. My mind kept telling me that the house was just a
worldly, material thing; that home was something much harder to achieve and
more difficult to lose than the building I left behind. I am not superstitious and
don't particularly believe in fate, but an unusual thought crossed my mind that
night: what if everything that had happened - losing my job and watching my
house burning down while firemen hopelessly attempted to stop the fire - had a
meaning behind it?
While I was aimlessly walking down the streets, raindrops falling on my dirty
coat and sore burnt bruises aching on my paws, I distinguished something that
I couldn't pass unnoticed. A serene, playful music coming from somewhere near-
by. I couldn't explain what, but something in the melody could be compared to
a bucket of ice cold water on my head because it left the same result. My legs
stopped going forwards as suddenly as started and I stayed there still until the
song was finished. I turned right to see a colorful poster with a a couple of
tigers ready to bite and bright red letters written across the poster. "Surini
Brothers' Circus" I read it aloud and stared past the tree that the piece of
paper was attached to. A classical white and red striped circus tent appeared
in my view. "Why not?" I thought to myself and took a step forward...
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DARLING, EVERYTHING'S ON FIRE
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