the basics
Forest Miller
male
age eight
sprout
seedling
4'3" anthro
2'4" plumie
83.5 lbs
not pps



story of the key
Forest had been plagued with nightmares from a very early age, ever since
the night his father abandoned him and his mother. When he was six and a
half, they moved. His mother thought it would be helpful for him to make
new friends and start over, that maybe he could forget his father that way.
It worked very little, until he met Yūyake. She brought a drop of sunlight to
his dark world and became his best friend in a matter of days.
On his seventh birthday, she found him away from the small party, cowering
in the shadows cast by an old tree. His eyes were closed tightly, and he was
shivering as he remembered the night his father left. She placed a gentle
paw on his shoulder and leaned down, looping a string with a heavy object on
it around his neck.
He looked down at the key, then up at her in confusion.
"This is the key to my heart. As long as you have it, you will never be alone."
She was right, because from then on he never felt alone as long as that key
was around his neck, or his tail where he has begun to wear it more recently.


likes
➳ fairy tales
➳ stargazing
➳ writing
➳ keys with missing locks
➳ windy days
➳ overly large sweaters
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dislikes
➳ heights
➳ being alone
➳ loud noises
➳ rainclouds
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