[Wolfswelpe]

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Username~ Wolfswelpe

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*ching*

A soft breeze was blowing through the small valley, caressing the fur of many individuals that were bustling around the village.
Leaves and petals of all kind were swirling around them in the breeze. The village was loud, the life evident. But the sounds of happy laughter and sweet words blended well with the nature...they were in unity. And even though the sounds were pleasant, and disturbing the nature in any way, at one place, at the rims of the village, it was even more pleasant and peaceful.

*ching*

The place was secluded of the lively village, as if in a world of it's own. A place so serene, you could think it's a dream. The only sounds were the breeze, the small river just a few meters away and...

*ching*

The soft chimes of bells. 50 of them to be exact. Round and relatively small, but their chimes powerful, ringing a beautiful melody.
And there in the grass, in the middle of them, lay the precious new life. The mother, exhausted but oh so happy, was smiling down at her little newborn girl. "My precious angel." Her words brimming with undying love.

*ching*

The mothers gaze fell upon her precious bells, decorating her home. But what caught her eye that moment was the largest bell, which made the most beautiful melody one ever heard. It was then, she decided. Standing up, she walked over to it and took it from the ceiling. When back at her daughters side, she put the bell beside her and nuzzled the little ones cheek.

"This bell," her mother began "will protect you, always. So treasure it forever...Isuzu." Isuzu...the perfect name for her.

Isuzu's mother then curled around her baby girl, her tail protecting her of all dangers, the bell resting before them in the lush grass.

This was the day of Isuzu's birth, but also the beginning of the end...

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*ching*

The bell moved with the steps of it's owner, chiming a sweet melody. But, unlike many years before, it didn't bring any joy.
The night was cold and unforgiving, but still, Isuzu kept walking. The bell around her neck was full of sweet memories, but also hurt and absolute despair. The night was silent as if the world was standing still. Which made the sound of the bell more prominent. A single tear made it's way down her cheek, until it got wisted away by the wind...it's only proof of existence being the trail on her brown cheek.

'I'm sad, I want it all to end. The pain...everything, it's burning me from inside, eating away at my heart. But I'll keep going, keep living, for you. And I hope, that one day, I'll find happiness again. I'll believe in your words...that this bell will always keep me safe.'

Biggest freaking WIP ever! This is full of errors, totally unpolished and such! x3

And I really need a better sound word for the chiming of bells...seriously.

And yes, it's over the word limit...by a whole lot. ;A;

[ki-neko animura]

Username; ki-neko animura
Name; Analeise
Nickname: Ana
Gender; Female
Age: 18
Story:
Anger coursed through me as I watched the small village burn, my village. It was the middle of the night and those who dislike our way of life decided to attack. I couldn't have saved my family, their screams had woken me. My eldest brother saved me, if it weren't for his love I would not have lived. As we made our way towards the exit a burning beam fell into our path. He held it up for me as I crawled underneath, my left wrist becoming severally burned. The beams weight was too much for him and soon he cried out in pain, his voice lost in the fire around us. I grabbed the bandanna that he always wore in his hair before making it out. I shouldn't have left him, but he gave up his life to save mine, I wouldn't put that to waste. As I stand on top of the hill watching my village burn my eyes grow cold, I will get my vengeance on those who killed my home, THEY WILL BURN! Wrapping the bandanna around my injured wrist I turn away from the flames and begin my journey for vengeance.
I don’t know how long I had wandered before my master had found me, but thanks to him I now have the strength to avenge my family. I trained for 10 years with him and I am finally ready to be on my own. But now I must figure out who was truly behind the fire, in order to do that, I must become one of them. I must become a Firestarter and once that happens I will scorch them from the inside out.
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[conquest;]

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Username; conquest;
Name; farah, Jordan, poinsettia
Gender; female

Story, poem form
Botanist, lives in greenhouse
Talks and sings to plants
Loves books
Kind of distant, prefers her plants to other plumerians
Watches out greenhouse windows but doesn't often leave
Secluded, distant

[Burn.]

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Username; burninflames
Name; Vesteria Ann Marie
Sex; Female she pronouns

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“La La La,” Vesteria sang, her angel like voice floating up to the sky. She ran her elegant figure along a rose,
the most flawless of flowers. She adored them all but none like the white rose, the purest of all. She loved it
so much she wrote poems for this pure flower. Her favorite she called White Rose;

White Rose Love,
You’re as pure as a Dove.
White Rose Smile,
More beautiful than the Emerald Isle.
White Rose Live,
For you shall always Thrive.
White Rose Dream,
You are my Beam.
White Rose in the Dark,
You are my Spark.

Vesteria adored writing and reading, especially in the comfort of the forest. The feeling of the forest all around
her, like it is embracing her a warm hug, protecting her from the harsh world. Though her favorite time is when she
reads aloud and the animals come to listen, that’s when she stars to sing.

She would sing and wait for the birds to respond with their angelic voice. She dreamed of singing for thousands of
people with them singing back to her instead of the birds, but she knew it would never be as fierce of a feeling.

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[Dragontrix]

Username; Dragontrix
Name; Maria
Gender; female

"There's angels watching over you" my mother always told me. She was always so kind, caring  and she did anything she could to make sure I was okay. Even if we was so poor we sometimes had to go hungry, and when we did she always made sure I ate the most.  
I miss her, even if she is at peace  with the heavens, watching over me like the angels. 
She would be proud of me now, I have a work where I help people who has it as hard as I did, parents that is struggling to feed there children, children that don't get to go to school. 
Yes, she would be proud of me.

[father]

Username; aaronzee
Name;
Gender;

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[lucky thirteen]

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Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:
FantasyHeart

Ｎａｍｅ:
Awinita meaning ''fawn''
in Native American.
"Anita" for short.


Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ:
Female

Ｓｔｏｒｙ:
Perfect. Absolutely perfect was how they wanted Anita to be. Just like her older sister, who glimmered with radiance and was the pure image of talent and beauty. Every move made by her older sister was flawless.
They even called her sister the light of the village. Anita kicked a pebble into the pond in frustration. They expected her to stand beside her sister and do everything her sister did. To thrive in her sister's shadow, but flowers can't bloom in the dark. Anita gritted her teeth as she stared into her reflection at the water's edge. She saw only herself with her long brown hair, dark green eyes and glossy fur, but what did everyone else see? They saw only her sister in her, and every time she made a mistake, they saw waste. They saw a clumsy plumie who could never do anything right. They'd shake their heads in dismay and walk away. Anita closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh meadow air. This was it. She couldn't keep doing this. She needed people who understood that she was who she was. People who understood she was not her sister. She turned around and gazed down the hill towards the village. This had been her home, but her parents were always busy and her sister was being helping out around the village. Then she looked away, beyond the mountains and the grassy plains. Father always told her about the world outside, the places that stood away from the village gates. Of adventures and glorious sights that awaited her in the outer world. That's where she belonged. Not sitting atop a pedestal as the young plumie who followed her older sister, but the famed adventurer who traveled the world in wonder and curiosity of what was out there. She closed her eyes again and let the shadows sink in. Then she knew where her path would lead her.

[tea leaf.]

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