[Akami-chan]

Tall, lean frame, round ears, and bright eyes, Xholis are diurnal, hierarchal, and intelligent species that wield the forces of nature. Xholis are social animals that can be recognized into 2 different clans. The ones that hunt at dusk, and those that hunt at dawn. Their pelt reflects their environment as the Dusk hunters tend to have darker palette while the Dawn hunters are significantly lighter. Between those two clans, the species are once again split into more diverse and specialized packs. Fire, Earth and Water are the most common forces of nature that each Xholi wields. The gem they are born with determines their attribute, which is effected by the parent's gems. Every Xholi is given a role befitting their status in the pack, and the leader of the each pack is expected to keep the peace.

Scout - Dusk Moto Pack

A Xholi based on cold rain falling on autumn leaves.
In honor of the melancholy season when everything dies, write a sad story.
The story, of course, should be about the xholi and follow canon rules!
You can find more info about the Xholiverse on the main thread.

Prettying is okay but won't be the focus of judging
No extras.

End Date July 21st

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Sad story: 1000 word max

[Offended Cockatiel]

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Name: Vertigo
Meaning:
Sad story: 1000 word max

Cries
My speciality

Bab

A wandering group of birds soared towards the trees, landing upon their branches with soft calls.

[Veja]

name:
fautor
meaning:
one who gives support; a protector
sad story:
it's funny to think about all the things that have happened in your life, how one decision has inevitably led to another, until it's an avalanche that will undoubtedly crush you. as a pup I wasn't very sociable and nobody stayed around me, as bad things seemed to happen to those who did, and it's still the same way now. however, I did have one friend who stuck by my side for a while.
they belonged to the dunia pack, and were of the dusk clan. we met by chance when a scout received the go ahead to take a group of apprentices along one of their routes, along the dawn maji then to the dusk dunia borders. I had a particular interest in becoming a scout, so I asked to go, even if I would be surrounded by yearlings I didn't know very well. it was a surprisingly short hike, and we made it to the end of the dunia border in only a couple of hours. there, a few dunia yearlings appeared to be out on their own. most of them gave us strange looks, as if we were the ones without a guide. I peered past shoulders and tails, trying to get a look at the strangers. I caught the eyes of one, and they gave what looked like a smile, and at the time it confused me. the scout huffed and told us we ought to come back to camp with zir, and none of us objected. I glanced back at the dunia xholis, but the group was already walking away. I decided then that I would come back when I was finished with my training tomorrow.
I was able to steal away in the early morning since the savant said there wasn't anything to do for the day. when I made it to the spot where we met the dunia yearlings, I was disappointed to find that no one was there. after a good few hours of shuffling my paws and half-heartedly chasing after fish in a nearby stream, I heard a rustle. I gulped and called out timidly, "w-who's there?"
a vaguely familiar form stepped up, but they kept to the shadows on the dunia side. even so, their lavender eyes were unmistakable- it was the xholi I had locked eyes with the day before. "hi, I am aether. what made you return?" they queried, a ghost of a smile on their face, head tilted with the question. "...I-I'm not sure," I replied haltingly, only just now wondering to myself why I had come back. "oh and I'm fautor- sorry, I for-"
"it's fine, fautor, there's no need to apologize," the small yearling assured me quickly. after a while we both became comfortable with each other. aether revealed themself completely, and I was able to calm down and work out that stutter I always get when I talk to others. aether was amazing, so nice and quite the conversationalist, which made me unsure as to what they saw in someone like me. their pelt was beautiful, it looked like molten copper, and seemed to swirl, especially around their gem, which I caught a glimpse of when aether was swishing their tail. before long, we both became very tired, and agreed to meet up in a few days, when we were both free of any duties. I returned to camp feeling elated, and asking myself why I had been so anxious about making friends before. of course I wasn't cured; I still felt weird about being around other xholis, but aether made it easier. things seemed fine for a good few weeks. one day I got a bit distracted once or twice thinking about aether, but who wouldn't have, after having made their first good friend? that night I could hardly keep myself still, as we had planned on taking a trip tomorrow, a slow walk along the border of our territories. I think I was able to get some sleep at one point, but it was time to go not long after. we started off at the same place we met, and talked about, well, everything- our favorite foods, what we wanted to be, how things were in our packs. we passed a few scouts from both sides, and every one of them gave us rude looks. we ignored them, but it bothered me deep down, knowing that our friendship wasn't approved of by the few who encountered it.
I still wonder to this day how none of them saw it before us. it started as a low rumbling, but we ignored it, thinking it might be another xholi who wanted to give us a piece of their mind. it was far worse than that. a panther slinked out from the undergrowth and stood, teeth bared and growling fiercely. I took a step back, as did aether, but the monster just matched our movement, stepping forward. they gave me a terrified look, and I imagine my face mirrored theirs. too fast. it moved too quickly for me to comprehend what was happening. it lunged at aether, probably because they were smaller, and I reacted without thinking. I lurched to move in front of them, which pushed aether onto their back. there was a distinctive crack, a cry of pain, of anguish, and a flash of fire. my gem burst a spat of flame, which managed to strike the cat. it was gone, but there were no cheers. aether was curled up tightly, but the damage was obvious. their gem, their once bright green gem was dull, and had a significant split right through the middle. aether raised those glowing purple eyes to me, filled with hurt. I opened my mouth, but no words escaped. they quickly picked themself up and ran, far and fast, away from me, from the xholi who ruined everything.
sometimes when I'm on a patrol by that border, I look over, hoping to see those eyes... but I never do.
shaved it down, now it's exactly 1000

[yeena]

nope dropping im crying rn because this is ha rd

[Vexious]

Name:
Meaning:
Sad story:
Resing a story about loosing her brother, and feeling guilty because she could have saved him

[Ill]

Name:
Discordia
Meaning:
Latin translation of Greek Eris, meaning "strife." In mythology, this is the name of a war-goddess
Sad story:
"It's either too much," Discordia sighed, "or never enough..." She let her ears fall as she mumbled to herself. Upon a winded path her paw steps fell, the only sound that reached her ears in the quiet autumn woods. Though her order for walking was to scout for resources, her purpose was to grieve for the life she once had. A charred stump is where she stopped, though she would only stop for a while, only long enough to recite her tale. "Long ago, it was at this very place I learned to use my power over fire. It was at this very place I became overcome by greed. And it was at this very place I killed the ones I loved most..." Discordia began her tale, speaking to no one but herself. Why would she do such a thing, you ask? To remind herself of the pain she caused. To remind herself how much hurt greed can bring. "As an apprentice, I was superb with the art of fire. Well, at using it relatively well, at least. I thought the flames I created were beautiful, and I wanted everyone to see them, I wanted to show them all my "talent". I was foolish, always deigning for the attention of others, and not caring about the consequences they brought. For a while, everything was fine. I was the perfect little showoff, the one every newly-apprenticed Xholi wanted to be. However, that all changed the day I was given the rank of scout. I was angry. Oh, so angry. There were no words to describe the searing pain that I felt the moment the words hit my ears. What pain? The pain of one hundred hopes and wishes dying, shattering like glass hit by a stone. I ran away that night, tears gliding down my cheeks as swiftly as a sparrow flies. I wanted to be a sentinel, so I could show intruders my power over the most dangerous of fires. I wanted revenge, and I was going to get it. The only problem, though, is that the price of my vengeance was higher than I had wanted." She hung her head, a tear sliding down her face before continuing on. "I decided to wait. Year after year, I acted as obedient as I should, the memory of my broken dreams hung up like a picture frame in the back of my mind. However, the year I planned to let loose my rage, I fell in love. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself. She was the mot beautiful creature I had ever seen. Her heart must've been made of pure gold, and her soul was a spotless white, lined with the purest silver. I couldn't believe my ears the day she told me my feelings were shared. I was happy. All I needed was her. However, I'd never forget my plan of vengeance. I just wanted to... You know, put it on hold for a bit. Later that year, we became the proud parents of two pups, only increasing my happiness. My plan would be put off longer, I promised myself. For around two years, my family and I lived happily, only in peace. Then, I ruined it." Discordia choked on her words, her heart burning with pain from the memories of that fateful day. "I put my plan in action, knowing my dearest mate and children were out of camp, out of harms way. Or so I thought. Anger from the pat flared up in my eyes like the fire I set, the fire I set on the tree this one was." She spoke gesturing to the charred stump. "I planned to only take out the camp... But I went too far. I set everything around me ablaze, crazed by the anger that pumped through my veins. This fire I started spread faster than I thought, in all directions. I lost control of what I made, and I would pay a terrible price."
***
"NO!" Discordia screamed, her lungs burning from the smoke that surrounded her. She made several desperate attempts to control her blaze, but she was no where near strong enough to control a wildfire that large. Horrified at the mess she'd made, she ran. Not for her life, but for the lives of her packmates. She went too far, and she needed to let them know before it was too late. The fire spread faster than she'd expected it to, and it wasn't long before she could no longer see the start of the blaze. "No, no, no, no!" She cried out in her head, over and over again, wishing she could reverse her actions. With luck, Maji Xholis would show up to help. However, Discordia's luck was horrible, so that most likely would happen too late. Flames seemed to have engulfed the moon by the time Discordia reached her home. She cared not for her charred and injured self, but for the ones she'd hurt. Very few had died, thankfully, and no one knew she'd started the fire. The Maji had obviously been through, as everything was soaked, and smelled of wet ash. Frantically, Discordia searched for her family, finding nothing. She raced off into the woods, ignoring the questions she was asked. She stopped in her tracks near a charred stump. There they were. The ones she loved most burned and charred, unmoving beneath a cluster of fallen trees. "No... No... This can't be happening..." Discordia began to tear up, as she approached the three Xholis. "A-Angel? Emmie? C-Caz? W-Wake up..." She nudged them, getting no response. It was over. They were gone, and it was her fault. "I-I.... NO!" Discordia screamed and sobbed to the heavens, her heart shattered into a million pieces as tears poured down her face. "COME BACK! I'M SORRY! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!" She continued to scream, sob, and beg for three days to the stars above, wishing for another chance.
[993/1000]

[chromatic.]

Name:
Sakeri

Meaning:
Remembered by god

The winds become colder, harsher as life around here starts to become still, yet the trees are now filled with the vibrant colors of the slowly dying leaves... Signaling yet another year that have passed without you being here, your death. I know usually we don't usually form strong bonds with most of the time being strictly platonic, yet whenever I was with you I felt alive despite all the death going around around us. I felt that we truly have a future together despite being in different packs, after all we both used to joke about how I would always be the fire to keep your plants alive during the cold winters even though most would be worried about me burning them down yet that was never our problem... The day you went into the ground to join your plants and the earth I made sure you were buried right next to your favorite tree and from then on, every day I've visited you thinking that in spirit you lived on within this tree until now. The leaves died faster this year despite all the rain, and I was there to see the last leaf fall from your branches. It slowly falling to the earth, the wind pushing it almost sounding like the last breath you took as it landed in front of me. It was then that the sky ,which was almost as grey and dull as I was decided to open up, rain cascading down almost as if the sky was crying itself at all the death and despair that was heavy in the air. Times like this makes me remember all the times we spent in rain as we went out to appreciate all the plants you had fallen in love with despite how uncomfortable I was with the rain. My own tears fell in rhythm with the rain as I gazed down at the leaf that had fell. No matter what I never was able to see beauty in things such as death and there you were slowly going into a death like state as you prepared for the winter. Still I took the leaf back with me like how I always did around this time of year as a promise that I would come back to you when spring returned since i couldn't bare to see you so weak and lifeless during the harsh winter months.

However, when I came back that following spring you were just the same as I had left you. While the other trees were now full of life with the bountiful flowers and fruit they produced, you were there just barren and lifeless. A grey speck among the vibrant colors, not one leaf or any sign of life going on within. I may have returned but this time it seems that you were the one who had failed to return to me. Was this your way of saying that I should finally move on? Or was this you're way of telling me that you had finally left me for good..

[foxxbreath]

Name:
Meaning:
Sad story: 1000 word max

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[wildfur2202]

Name: Petal Breeze "Florena/Conflores/Petal"
Meaning: Petal Breeze, has no special meaning, but Conflores is based off "Conflorens" meaning Blooming, and Florena is based off "Florens" meaning flourishing, and blooming
Sad story:
I blinked the tears out of my eyes. "Mom, don't go" is said softly, the smell of her blood coating my nose. She was dying, the one person who mattered to me. She was dying. I just couldn't bear it.

"Now, my little Blooming petal of the night, you must be careful, you cannot let me be the reason my precious Petal blooms in the dark, you must move on, you must be happy" she said softly, she gave a sigh, laying her head down and letting one tear roll down her face.

"Mom" i cried, pushing my muzzle into her ufr. Here we were, me crying over her dying body, her heat draining rapidly, and nothing i could do. I felt more grief than i ever imagined possible. I couldn't live alone, she was everything to me. I couldn't live without her. i couldn't be alone like this.

It felt as if we were the only ones left in the universe. Just her and me, but she was dying. Or maybe, already dead. I was only in the Shaman's den, they always gave me space when i was staying iwth my mom. This time, when i left, my mom wouldn't be telling me to visit her soon as she got comfy, still recovering from her wounds. This time, i would never see her again.

I felt her last bit of warmth fade, and the tears came harder than ever. "Mom" i whispered one last time, i tear drop falling onto her lush fur.

[feverfew]

[name]
mabel silvia
[meaning]
the name mabel is a latin name meaning: loving, lovable
the name silvia is latin meaning: forest
[my tragedy]
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