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Ends March 18th at 6:30 PM PST

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[Clara Erassari]

yoυ нear тнe wнιѕperѕ, тнe мυrмυrѕ...
тнe woodѕ are dangeroυѕ, тнey ѕay.
yeт... no one нaѕ any ιdea wнy.

would you care to find out for yourself?

[M00N]

Username;; M00N

Name;; Tenebris Susurri
"Dark Whisper"

Gender;; Female

"Tick-Tock"

The old grandfather clock makes such an obnoxious sound. You stare intently into its eyeless face. It screams without voice as it strikes midnight. You scamper up the stairs into your room to look out the window. The sky is clear, and the moon is only half full.

You are 10, and this is not the year.

--

"Tick-Tock"

You look at your paws while you quiver in anticipation. It's enormous "bong" shakes the house, as you sprint up the stairs to your room, looking out the window, only to be disappointed.

You are 14, and this is not the year.

--

"Tick-Tock"

The usual startling "bong" that the grandfather clock makes at midnight is interrupted by a crack of thunder. You open your eyes, and a devious smile spreads across your lips.

You are 16, and this is finally the year.

You hurl yourself down the aging stairs in the house you share only with a couple of rats. Scrabbling and sliding, you run towards the door across the waxed hardwood floor. In your haste, you slam into the thick door before you can turn the rusty handle. Finally succeeding in your struggle with the door, you leap outside, where heavy rain almost immediately soaks your pelt. You stand a moment, adjusting to the cold, but just then lightning strikes only about half a mile from you. You take off, sprinting down the road.

Your paws often fall into puddles during your run, splashing mud all over your dripping fur. You hear another boom of thunder very close by, nearly shattering your eardrums. Keeping your pace, you instinctively veer away from the source of the sound. Death wouldn't be too hard out here, just one misplaced lightning bolt and you'd be looking like a french fry.

You're not about to turn back. Who could turn back from something they've waited their whole life for?

After almost a solid 20 minutes of sprinting, you arrive at the thick woods. There's a lot of dangerous debris strewn along the only trail, but there's no other way through. Also, there's no time to walk, so you run through the forest as well.

--

This is your destiny, and you've never felt more at peace in the chaos of the ongoing storm.

Everything is falling into place.

The water starts to glow to match your fur, pooling around your legs. You feel as though you should start swimming, but when you try, all you can do is flail. The glowing mass of liquid grows higher, filling your ears and muffling the sound of thunder. You've been preparing for this your whole life but you didn't know it would be this impossible to stay awake.

Biting your lip to keep your eyes open, you continue forward though the thick fog, trying to ignore the hallucinations clouding your vision. Everything goes numb as you blink just once, being pulled out of your dreamlike state. You finally see the detail of everything around you.

Blue streams flow down from every direction, as you now stand in the lowest spot of the forest. Tall trees, obviously scorched by lightning, begin falling. Your paws are caked with mud and pebbles, but your markings glow more intensely than you've ever seen before.

Most notably is the floating orb right in front of you, shimmering, surrounded by shadowed beasts from the other realm. This you had also expected, but nothing could have accurately explained the feel of its power and pure energy.

The warped, shadowy figures groan to you, and you understand them as they pull you forward, towards the allure of the orb.

Without a hint of reluctance, you place your paw on the glassy surface, embracing its surprising coolness. All of your worries dissipate as the orb dematerializes you, moving you back to a place you thought you'd never see again; your bedroom you had when you were six. It's basically untouched, your old teddy still on the same shelf, even.

It's been 10 long years of hell, but at last, you're on your home planet again. Planet Rodon seemed like a nice home back when you were young, but it sure wasn't!

You call through the darkness, "M-Mom?"

[699]

[quitting,,]

"we're here, and then we're gone, and it's not about
the time we're here, but what we do with the time."

- Rick Yancey, the 5th wave

Username: Sosna. Gender: female Words in story: 672 All rights go to whoever is the owner of the gif

steady rise of smoke rose into the air, the pitch black of night broken by the crackles and bright life of hungry flames as they lapped at the forest around them. Terrified animal screams and groans could be heard as smoke covered their vision, choking them as it flew into their lungs and the familiar musky taste flooded their mouths.

Though at this time, one animal had been left behind as it laid still. It would have been thought of as dead, if it weren't for the shallow breaths rising from it's matted and soot laden fur. The fire had not awaken it yet, and now it laid under the cover of holly bushes as the fire and smoke drifted around them. Only until the smoke so densely covered the forest floor around them, did they awake from their slumber. The Plumerian was a dazzling snow white, with light blue dots that seemed to glow in the dark to purify their pelt.

As they ran, they made no noises or sound as they gracefully moved through the forest, for if they panicked they would get carried away. As they made their way swiftly through the thick forest, a clearing was up ahead where the fire could not spread; with joy they sped up, a sudden thought coming to mind, that's it! There's the clearing!

Joy turned to sudden horror as the flames started to lap hungrily at the untouched patch of green, and the Plumerian suddenly let out the first noise they had made that enter day; a hollow screech as the fire enveloped them in a circular pit of fire as the clearing was swallowed from sight. "No!" They yelled, tears streaking from their burning, puffy eyes as they frantically pivoted, searching for an exit. As the flames came closer, they closed their eyes for the last time as they felt the burning fire close in.



The forest could no longer be called a forest; the trees were now tall, black shadows that loomed precariously above a blackened and soot laden undergrowth beneath them. In the middle of it all laid a single, unmoving body. Though it was not dead at all; shallow breaths came from them as a tingling sensation took over, and they slowly peeled open their eyes to the first rays of sun.

The pain was unbearable. They let out another screech, the light blinding them for a second as they slammed them shut. Trying once more, this time they could open them half way as they looked upwards. What laid there shocked them; the soul of another Plumerian stood in front of them- they appeared to have been from long ago. Taking in a deep breath, it burned slightly as they exhaled. What happened? Shouldn't they have been dead? The fire would've killed them, surely? Though at that moment, they looked into the soul's eyes curiously, and immediately knew what they were trying to say. The soul could not speak, but they knew they were saying they had given them a second chance.

But why? Why them? Why would the spirits from above give them a second chance, when the fire should've wiped them off the face of the earth? The spirit rose a paw forward, shaking slightly as it gestured to the clean fresh spring water in front of them.

Standing up, their legs wobbled and teetered, causing them to collapse like a newborn calf trying to walk in their first few moments of life. Trying again, they stumbled forwards, looking into the pool of water. What stared back shocked them to the core. Instead of the graceful white and blue Plumerian, with the bright golden eyes, laid before them a Plumerian as black as night, with soft baby bee eyes. Though the one characteristic that was still there, was the blue circular markings on their fur that seemed to glow in the night. As the spirit faded, they cranked their head to look at them,
"Thank you," they breathed, eyes shining as the spirit faded.

[shuuu]

Username:

Spade-Studio

Name:

Lagoon

Gender:

Agender

Story about this plumie:

You closed your eyes, grey landscape gone and faded with black. Shallow breathing leaves you, as gravity is gone. Floating in the black water, you stare up at the wisps, glowing grey dripping down in the black water.

Stay a float.
Don't fall.
Don't sink.

Opening your eyes again, you are met with more grey, in varying shades, like you have for the past 17 years of life you have lived. You spread your weight equally on the surface of the black water. Keeping your gaze straight at the rocks, looming over you like a monster about to eat it's prey. You hear slow foot steps coming towards you, and you know who they are.

You close your eyes.

"You still believe in this?"

His voice is sharp and unwavering, void of pity. His emotions have left him years ago.

"You been doing this every month since you were a child."

What he says, you know it's true. You've been doing this for years on end.

"You are a fool."

Another sharp word to stab into you. He used you as a target for his knives. Perhaps he is right. Maybe you are a fool.

"Don't be so harsh. You two aren't the same."

She speaks. They were always together. So different, but they fit together.

"You're lucky. Not everyone has what you do."

She scolds him, and you open your eyes. You tired of seeing and hearing them, but you knew you needed their presence. Looking up to glance at them, you say the one word again. A word that you were all to familiar with.

"Leave."

Their faces are of mixed emotions. Conflicted and concern.
You hate those emotions. You did not wish for it.
You're only wish was to see in color like them.
And leave your monochrome world.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have believe in such a foolish ritual.

You sink.

[Burn.]

Username- burninflames
Name- Calypso
Gender- Female
_______________________________

The Forest Goddess-
Let me ask you something; have you ever felt like you were being watched or seen a light flicker in the corner of your eye, or felt as though a hand brushed against your body, maybe the weather get cold? Your friends might tell you it is nothing and maybe it is, but it may have been Her.

You may think that she or as many call her The Goddess of the Forest, Calypso, is a sweet and loving one, but that would be a lie to tell. For Calypso is no savior of those who get lost or helper of the injured, for she is the reason of their death. She is a danger to all that enter her great forest, unless you are a special soul. If the lights which shine are draw to you, you better hide. When her lights enjoy you is when she will enjoy your sweet company, but then she gets bored and you are left to nothing, in a place so beautiful, the forest.

_______________________________

[Gallifrey]

Dropping out!

[SkySmoke]

Username:
SkySmoke

Name:
Xylia - greek in origin. Meaning "of the forest"

Gender:
Female

Story about this plumie:

For as long as I can remember I have been drawn to the forest. I spent many morning walks with my father listening to stories of the forest fairies and the wishes they granted. My mother always chastised him for filling my head with such stories, but I knew in my soul that the fairies were real. I would spend hours laying quietly on my back listening to the forest sounds and daydreaming of meeting a fairy. I came to know the forest and the creatures in it as well as I knew myself. It always felt like home.

As much as my father encouraged me to spend time in the forest during the day, he told me it was not safe to stay out past sunset. He explained that the forest fairies could only keep me safe during daylight. Once night fell, other forces took over the forest and it wasn’t safe anymore. He wove stories of epic battles between good and evil for control of the forest. As transfixed as I was by the forest during the day, I was equally terrified of it at night.

As I grew older my love of the forest never died, but I spent less and less time there. I found myself spending more time with friends, listening to music, going to parties; things one expects from a typical teenager. I spent much less time at home and by default less time in my beloved forest.

I began to only spend time at home at night. I often made my way home long after night had fallen, much to the dismay of my parents. They both wished I would spend more time at home. My father often asked me to go on forest walks with him in the morning, but I was simply too tired to get up. I wasn’t a bad kid; I was just out a lot.

One thing that was constant was I always found myself drawn to the forest when I needed comfort. When I had fights with my friends or boyfriend I never wanted comfort from anyone else, I just wanted the forest. I would run until I couldn’t breathe; then I would collapse against a tree and cry. When my crying stopped a sense of calm would always come over me. The forest was always there to welcome me home.

So, I didn’t remember that I shouldn’t run out there at night. My overwhelming sadness over my parents’ announcement that they were splitting up made my father’s many warnings about the forest at night a distant memory.

I ran hard and fast, reveling in the darkness that folded in around me as the trees grew thick. I ran until I was out of breath then I collapsed against the trunk of a tree sobbing. I couldn’t believe my parents. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed my own life falling apart around me.

As my crying slowed I noticed faint, glowing blue orbs floating in the air around me. Stories from my childhood came flooding back and I was instantly terrified; but at the same time the forest was home. The fear was replaced by a feeling of absolute calm; nothing out here would hurt me. I slowly reached for one of the orbs and at once was surrounded and enveloped by a soft blue light.

“Welcome home Xylia. We knew you would come.”

“Who are you? Where are you?” I asked, twirling around, but I couldn’t see anyone, only feel them.

“You know who I am. You’ve always known.”

“But the night fairies…you’re evil.”

“That was just a story you were told to keep you away. This is home. You have always been one of us. Just look and you will see.”

I looked down to see glowing blue marks had taken a permanent place on my fur and my feathers too were tipped with a beautiful glowing blue. I ran to the stream and knew even before I looked that my eyes would be glowing blue as they looked back at me. New tears sprang to my eyes, but they were not from sadness. They were because I knew I was finally home.

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[wishbone!]

Username: flatus terra
Name: Flatus, meaning breath
Gender: Genderfluid
Story about this plumie:

I can't see the road ahead of me, but I've traveled it so long that I would know exactly where I am if I had no eyes. The dark shroud is covering everything, and it makes all the scenery around me look black. Dead. Gonzo. It's strangely upsetting to not be able to see one of the things I love most about the world. Even the air tastes stale. This is a perfect opportunity to regulate my breathing. Gathering air into my lungs is easy, holding it in and breathing it out as a life source to others is the difficult part. When I say life source, I do mean somewhat figuratively, but it really does feel like I'm giving some sort of extraterrestrial strength back into the forest. It feels good. It lets the trees whisper their thank yous and and the younger plants chime in ever so quietly. Sometimes I think they're still very wary of me, but I know I've gained their trust after these 17 years. I may sound crazy, but yes, I do talk to the nature around me. And the nature responds. It makes me smile just thinking of being of greater use. I'm still focusing on the task assigned. Find the cave, rest, keep going.

[bullie]

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