βιтɛ
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Nᴀᴍᴇ
First - Bite [after "frostbite"]
Last - Kylmä [Finnish for "cold"]
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ
♥ Biromantic Asexual ♥
Bite doesn't feel any sexual desire. When he falls in love, he's only looking for romance. He falls in love with someone for their personality, rather than their looks or physique. He's proud to be ace, and despite the fact that people tease him about it, he really wouldn't have it any other way. It's a part of him. When he started to socialize with others, he realized that he had feelings for individuals of both binary genders. It was an interesting experience to learn that about himself, but he's glad he did.
Just a bit of confusion here, but I think you mean to make him bi? Biromantic attraction is attraction to both males and females, but panromantic is attraction to all genders, including genders like demiboy or agender. Just wanted to clear that up since you mentioned both .3.
//Sorry I rewrote almost the entire thing oops.
First - Bite [after "frostbite"]
Last - Kylmä [Finnish for "cold"]
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
male
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ
♥ Biromantic Asexual ♥
Bite doesn't feel any sexual desire. When he falls in love, he's only looking for romance. He falls in love with someone for their personality, rather than their looks or physique. He's proud to be ace, and despite the fact that people tease him about it, he really wouldn't have it any other way. It's a part of him. When he started to socialize with others, he realized that he had feelings for individuals of both binary genders. It was an interesting experience to learn that about himself, but he's glad he did.
Just a bit of confusion here, but I think you mean to make him bi? Biromantic attraction is attraction to both males and females, but panromantic is attraction to all genders, including genders like demiboy or agender. Just wanted to clear that up since you mentioned both .3.
//Sorry I rewrote almost the entire thing oops.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
shy ❇ awkward ❇ intellectual ❇ deep thinker ❇ easily angered ❇ sensitive ❇ humorous ❇ optimistic
Bite is a shy little guy that hides more in his head than he shows to others. His discomfort around other people might be because he was so secluded as a child, having close contact only to his mother. However, being a deep kind of guy, he adds his own thoughts to everything he's met with; He'd be a good conservationist if he'd just talk. Geniuses would be proud of the kinds of thoughts he comes up with, the kind of intelligence he stores, but he doesn't release his thoughts to the public often. His mind is kind of like a mix between a notepad and a one-sided conversation. This kind of thinking is the kind that others might take pity on, since it shows loneliness, some kind of void in a hearty lifestyle. Bite thinks otherwise. Quiet is soothing to him. It pays off, anyhow; He never receives arguments and opposition, hatred and broken hearts. Despite this, though - or perhaps as a result of it - Bite is very sensitive. Anything that could be turned into an insult is for him, and he doesn't do very well in high-stakes situations. Death still haunts him, and if he so much as sees a paper-cut, the nausea starts flowing to his brain. Usually, Bite likes to keep his feelings to himself, but on the inside it's not that hard to get on his bad side. Bite controls his feelings through optimism. Whenever he starts doubting himself, whenever he's about to burst into tears, he reminds himself about all of the wonderful things in the world, and he's thankful that unlike some, he has the capability to see light in pitch black darkness. He finds himself amusing others a lot, because when something undesirable happens, he can just laugh it off or lighten the mood with a witty joke.
shy ❇ awkward ❇ intellectual ❇ deep thinker ❇ easily angered ❇ sensitive ❇ humorous ❇ optimistic
Bite is a shy little guy that hides more in his head than he shows to others. His discomfort around other people might be because he was so secluded as a child, having close contact only to his mother. However, being a deep kind of guy, he adds his own thoughts to everything he's met with; He'd be a good conservationist if he'd just talk. Geniuses would be proud of the kinds of thoughts he comes up with, the kind of intelligence he stores, but he doesn't release his thoughts to the public often. His mind is kind of like a mix between a notepad and a one-sided conversation. This kind of thinking is the kind that others might take pity on, since it shows loneliness, some kind of void in a hearty lifestyle. Bite thinks otherwise. Quiet is soothing to him. It pays off, anyhow; He never receives arguments and opposition, hatred and broken hearts. Despite this, though - or perhaps as a result of it - Bite is very sensitive. Anything that could be turned into an insult is for him, and he doesn't do very well in high-stakes situations. Death still haunts him, and if he so much as sees a paper-cut, the nausea starts flowing to his brain. Usually, Bite likes to keep his feelings to himself, but on the inside it's not that hard to get on his bad side. Bite controls his feelings through optimism. Whenever he starts doubting himself, whenever he's about to burst into tears, he reminds himself about all of the wonderful things in the world, and he's thankful that unlike some, he has the capability to see light in pitch black darkness. He finds himself amusing others a lot, because when something undesirable happens, he can just laugh it off or lighten the mood with a witty joke.
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Iᴄᴇ Sᴄᴜʟᴘᴛɪɴɢ
ever since his first moments, Bite was in love with sculpting ice. As it was always cold where he lived, and he was pretty lonely, he'd spend hours chipping away at the ice to make shapes and circles when he was a young child. As he got older he began to sculpt new things: birds, plants, trees, animals, humans; anything he found beautiful. He'd show off each new sculpture to his mother, who never got sick of seeing his proud smile. As he was dyslexic and his mother didn't know how to help him learn with the disorder, he didn't excel in certain subjects, so his sculpturing skills were everything to him.
After the tragedy of his mother's passing, sculpting was his life. His pieces were now not just animals an objects, but unique creations that had a much deeper story behind them. He contemplated life much more after she passed, and showed his thoughts, his sadness, through his art. Sculpting was now not his happiness and pride, but a way to forget the past, to fill his emptiness.
Once he was of age, he and Bahiti would go to hundreds of different sculpting competitions and he'd enter, winning very often and becoming more and more popular and respected. It was a weird feeling for him, being an awkward teen who didn't really know where he was going in life.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Living with only one parent in the harshest of conditions wasn't exactly easy, but at that time Bite wouldn't have asked for anything more. His father and mother had long argued during her pregnancy and he ended up abandoning her after many months of them throwing hatred at each other. His mother wanted to stay in Finland and raise their son whilst his father wanted to travel the world and put their son in an orphanage as he never wanted children. It threw Bite's mother in a fit of rage at the thought of leaving her child and she knew from then on that he wasn't good for her.
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His mother, Alaska, lived alone in the cold. There were rouges and awful plumerians in the cities and neighbourhoods closest to her and her son. In the past she'd had a nasty encounter with one of them, who was never even prosecuted or charged because nobody would believe she was telling the truth. Alaska didn't want to risk something similar happening to Bite. She knew there'd be problems with socialization when he grew older, but there were hardly any children there anyways and she couldn't do anything about it.
At birth, Alaska was shocked and thrilled to find that she gave both to both a son and daughter, and named them Frost and Bite, but frost had not developed properly and died just minutes after birth, making everything even harder on Alaska.
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Raising Bite alone was very difficult. Alaska was as intelligent as they get, but she wasn't prepared for her son to be dyslexic. She found it very difficult helping him write and read as she had none of the necessary tools to do so. Thankfully his disorder was mild, so it wasn't too difficult to teach him how to not only read and write, but also speak both Finnish and English. Regardless, it still took much longer than it would for most children his age.
-TEACHING BITE-
Bite and his mother would often go for hikes across the hills and smaller mountains, fish from the rivers and expand their icy home underground whenever they could. His mother was more like his best friend, and their bond was stronger than most mothers' and sons'.
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Six days after his 12th birthday, tragedy happened. Whilst returning from a trek through the woods to gather food and firewood, his mother led the way across a small open area which attached to one of their many pathways home. Unknown to her at the time, a newly built road was laying under a thin sheet of snow. A strong blizzard was hurriedly forming and his mother told Bite to wait while she checked for predators. As she sniffed the ground for signs, a very faint rumble began to increase in loudness, but could not be heard over the strong winds. As Bite was less covered that she was, he felt vibrations in the ground signalling something was there. He began to worry and ran in her direction, shouting that something was wrong, but she could not hear him quick enough. By the time he arrived at the scene, the fast speeding car was too close for Alaska to escape, and suddenly everything went in slow motion. Her eyes widened, her pupils the size of ants, the car only a meter away from striking her.
And then in what seemed like a tenth of a second, she was suddenly lying there on the floor, eyes closed, blood beginning to seep out of her wounds. Bite stood there in silence and shock for over a minute. He was shaking violently and breathing heavily. And then, collapsing on the ground, he screamed in tears and agony, weeping into her fur. This wasn't how she was meant to go! he thought. She'll never see me grow up... She'll never see my children, my grandchildren... No, please! This has to be a nightmare!
"Mother?!" He managed to get out of his mouth, before pressing his face into her soft chest, still warm as if she could be alive, but he knew it wasn't so.
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As days went by, he knew he couldn't lie beside her forever and with a shattered and empty heart, he carried his mother to their home and buried her - something a child should never have to do.
He tried living alone in their old house along with all their many memories, but he craved socialization too much to bare being without someone, and had no choice but to go inland to a nearby town.
After trekking only a few miles with his head held low, he was interrupted by a paw blocking his path. He raised his glance and his eyes met a pair of yellow ones. Jolting back in confusion, he began to growl at the presence.
"What are you doing?" The female voice laughed. She walked up to him so he could see her better. Flicking his fur out of his eyes, he eyed her up and down. She was a young plumie like him, but older and... a girl.
"Why are you on your own? Rogues live here and would make an easy target outta you!" the girl exclaimed.
"It's okay, my mother told me about them."
"Ah, is she with you?"
Bite just lowered his head, fighting the tears rising in his eyes.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The girl bit her lip and looked away.
"Why don't you come to my house?" She asked, desperately trying to change the subject. "It's safer there, and there's fun things to do!"
Bite smiled at her."Sure"
Fʀᴏᴍ Tʜᴇɴ Oɴᴡᴀʀᴅs
They made their way through the town; it had strangely built houses and roadways that Bite had never seen before. With unfamiliar smells and plumies offering goods at the front of some of the houses.
Lost in his thoughts, he collided into a pole in the middle of the street.
"Whoops!" He laughed awkwardly, whilst his new friend was on the ground snorting in laughter.
"You're funny. What's your name?" she asked, standing up but still giggling.
"Bite. Weird name I know. Heh... And yours?"
"Bahiti."
He looked around and saw a small house resting in front of him.
"Is this yours?"
"Yep, come have a look!"
He followed her into her house, which was finely furnished and was much too modern for him to take in.
"This is all so weird," he mumbled, sniffing every surface.
"Why? What was your house like?"
"It was more like a cave. I lived in the open and I've never been anywhere like this place."
"A cave?! Maybe that's why you look so much like a caveman!" she joked, chuckling.
"Hey! That cave kept me warm!" he laughed back.
"You live here, right?" he asked, changing the topic.
"Travelling, but I'll be living here for a few months, yes. Now, why don't we go do something? Snowboarding, ice skating or maybe watching the sculpting contest?"
"Sculpting contest?" Bite perked up in sudden excitement. "You have those?! I love sculpting!"
"You do? Well, if we hurry you can enter. It's only just begu-"
But before she could finish her sentence, he'd already burst out of the door.
"You don't even know where you're going!" She ran after him. He stopped and turned towards Bahiti, slightly frantic.
"Which way?" He grinned.
"Follow me, and CALMLY!"
They reached a large area with pretty sculptures of ice decorating the scene. A line of people waited beside a stall. They were of all ages ranging from 12 to 22, and Bite quickly paced towards them. As he waited in line with Bahiti, he looked at all of the sculptures around him. It felt weird knowing others were passionate about the same thing as him. As he reached his turn, he was greeted by a man in a suit, who first asked for details, and then explained the rules.
"You will have four total days to complete your sculpture. You must stay on theme. Sculptures must be at least seven feet tall but not over fifteen and a half feet. The only materials allowed are ice and water. You may not use natural snow in your sculpture, but snow made from the original block of ice may be used. You may only use the ice that has been provided for you. Design must be sculpted on all sides."
Bite watched, trying to take it all in; although he found it difficult to process the words. Thankfully, the man was talking slowly, noticing that Bite was struggling with the amount of information.
"Got it! When will the time start?"
"At 15:00 the sculpting period will commence. Entering time closes in four minutes, so you were pretty lucky." The man grinned.
Bite returned to Bahiti. He was barely able to contain his smirk.
"You in?"
"YES!"
[center]It was 10 minutes before sculpting time was to start, and Bite was literally shaking in nervousness. He couldn't think of what he should do. Everyone else already had a set idea in mind apart from him. He was lost and quite frankly freaking out. Walking up to his designated scuplting area, he sat down, trying to breath and calm down. A large vehicle brought in his block of ice and placed it in front of him; it was now only a minute until it begun.
Bahiti collided into him from behind.
"OW!" He yowled in confusion. "'The heck are you doing?"
"You looked down, so I thought I'd help ya get ready! Thought of an idea yet?"
"No..."
Bahiti sat back. "Well, I guess you should try letting any thoughts that come to you while you sculpt to sort of...direct you through it... if that makes any sense."
"Yeah, it does actually, I guess I'll do that. It's my only shot!"
Bite's ears suddenly perked up as the bells rang and a male voice announced that the time had begun. Bite froze. Uhh okay... okay I got this, just go for it... he thought to himself nervously, grabbing his tools in a clumsy fashion and rushing to his block. He began chipping, just trying his best to twist and turn the ice, to create something. After about an hour he was still twitching with stress as flakes of ice fell to the floor. He wanted to do something tall and complicated to stand out, and as he looked around he noticed the majority of others were doing animals and plants, nothing like his. His stress levels rose suddenly. Does mine look too weird, too different? Maybe they'll find mine stupid, he thought frantically. He criticized himself in his head until he was interrupted by a voice.
"I absolutely love it! It's gorgeous, keep going!" Bahiti complimented. It was as if she'd read his mind.
"Thank you!" he chirped back, and carried on.
Bahiti suddenly gagged slightly."I'm not feeling too well, do you mind if I leave you to it?" she asked.
"Of course! What's wrong?"
"I'm not too sure...I was alright not too long ago and then suddenly I've been feeling awful and it's only gotten much worse these past couple of days." She shrugged, slightly frustrated.
"See ya in a bit."
It had now been five hours, and Bite was getting very tired. He was only twelve, and hardly strong enough to cut away at ice constantly for more than as long has he already had- he decided to take a rest and carry on the next day. Just to think, only a couple of days ago I was in the middle of nowhere, lost, scared, depressed and empty, and now I have a friend, I have a connection with others, I'm happy, and I have a purpose! he thought proudly to himself.
The final day of the competition had arrived, and Bite's piece was almost complete. It was a tall, spiraled type sculpture, carved in waves and crescents, which had taken a lot of effort for poor Bite to create. It was very late in the evening and all he had left to do was clean and polish it up, adding the finishing touches. Bahiti had had to leave for a checkup at the hospital because her illness was getting worse, which was worrying him slightly. Along with this, all of the contestants had already gone to bed - all apart from one, who was sitting in a group with others a short distance away from him. They watched him intently. He was completely unaware of this and carried on carving the last part. As he dealt his final swipe of the carving knife, he climbed back down onto the ground from his ladder. As he walked off the site, the group followed him.
"Hey." A loud, angry voice sounded from behind. Bite was quick to turn around, and in front of him stood a dark black plumerian. His posture suggested that he wasn't good news. Rustles arose from behind him and he turned again to see four others surrounding him.
"Hey, hey, who are you?" He asked, trying to sound calm even though inside he was frozen with fear. They laughed and taunted him, moving closer. The main male moved an inch apart from him.
"What are you even doing here, you worthless trashbag. Hey- you look just like one, too!" The angry one laughed at poor little Bite. Violence could be heard just in the way he spoke. Bite let his instincts get to him, and he stayed low to the ground submissively.
"Please...I just want to get home, I'm sorry! Just please let me leave..." He stuttered and shivered when he spoke. One of the gang shoved him harshly, and he stumbled down next to the main male.
"Get him, -INSERT NAME OF PLUM-!"
The male hit him powerfully in the head and Bite was flung into a pole, crushing his right paw in between his body and the metal. He began to scream but the male shoved his face into the ground quickly enough for no one to be able to hear. He started to cry.
"Please stop hurting me," he whimpered. Before he could escape, the male grabbed him and threw him back into the icy ground, damaging his paw even more, before cutting his claws deep into Bite's inner leg. Looking back, Bite saw the rest of the group destroying his sculpture.
They quickly made an exit, leaving Bite shaking violently, bleeding from both his paw and leg. His sculpture was in pieces behind him, and he started to sob, more out of sadness than pain.
After about 10 long minutes, he lifted himself up. His paws burned with pain, and his lips trembled as he tried to stop himself from tearing up again. He wanted to leave, he wanted to disappear, he wanted simply to not exist anymore. I lost my mum for this? Is this really my reward? I'm worthless, I'm stupid, I'm nothing without her!
His head and body sunk low to the ground as he slowly forced himself home, the sky completely pitch black by now. Bahiti came to greet him at the door. "Why are you so late?" She wondered as she opened the door. She was shocked at Bite's condition: Ripped and clumped fur on his overcoat, blood leaking from his back leg, his paw appearing deformed with bruises all over his dark body, and tear stains covering his face. He just looked at her with sorrow in his eyes, and then collapsed into her fur, crying.
"Who did this?!" She shouted, concerned and enraged at the same time. "What on earth happened?"
"They hurt me....they destroyed it, they called me awful things." He snuffled, shaking. "He was big and dark..."
She hugged him "I'll get him, I promise. You don't deserve this, but why were you out so late? I told you it's not safe after dark!"
"I'm sorry..."
"No, hush, it's not your fault. I'm sorry it happened, but I promise it'll never happen again." She gagged and coughed a bit but kept herself from vomiting. //Why on earth would someone do THAT to him?//
Bahiti let go and left, returning with bandages and disinfectant.
"Now try to go to sleep and rest, we'll see what'll happen tomorrow." she cooed after she had finished cleaning up Bite.
He slowly made his way to his bedroom, his head still low in shame.
Dawn was awakening, but Bite had not caught a single moment of rest. For the past four hours he had sat hunched over in his room, staring at the floor with an empty expression. During the night he had had to call 911 when Bahiti passed out. He'd been thinking of his mum, and how she had left him. How she must've felt so much pain at her death, how he'd never see her again and how she never showed herself to him afterwards to tell him she was okay, she was in a better place and watching over him. He'd given up hope.
What am I doing...I'm just sitting here sulking and not doing anything about it. She wouldn't be proud of me at all...
He felt even worse, but then felt angry. I'm so stupid! I'm sorry mum, you shouldn't see your son like this...I miss going on treks with you, I miss chasing birds around the field, I miss building and decorating our house together, I miss having our deep conversations about life, I miss laughing at everything with you and taking every obstacle as a new learning game. I miss everything...I miss you.
A final tear left his eye before he got up, fumbled slightly, and headed for the door. As he stepped outside the house, he breathed deeply, remembering what happened the night before and naturally being very wary of where he was going. His attacker was in the competition with him! He gulped in fear, realizing he'd have to see him again.
He limped to his collapsed sculpture, which hadn't been noticed by the judges yet. He decided not to bother them about it. Bite sat down, eyeing the tools and trying to figure out a way to sculpt with his fractured paw.
"Ow!" he squeaked, trying to hold his chisel in his fractured paw.
You have to be kidding me! he moaned inside his mind. He did just as badly trying to hold it with his other, non-dominate paw.
"Well, I guess I only have one more option..." he told himself.
Bending his neck, he clutched the tool in between his mouth and started chipping away. Hey...this actually works! His enthusiasm began to grow as he started to carve more accurately, moving the tool around with his tongue to hold it in the perfect spot. By this time the judges had noticed.
He only had 6 more hours, but this time he had an idea of exactly what he wanted to do.
His teeth were sore after a while, but he knew somewhere his mother was watching him and he wasn't going to disappoint her.
By the beginning of hour six it was now starting to become very obvious what he was creating; a plumie of sorts. The plumerian stood tall, in a proud slender like position, long glossy fur covering its body, it's mouth was open with tears flowing down its eyes onto its chest, where a large stitch stretched along the body. The piece was fully detailed on all sides and stood magnificently against the other entries. Bite managed to fix the last imperfection before the bell was rang, signifying that time was up. He leaped down and stood back to take a look at his creation. It was his mother, sitting proudly from her stand, tears of her son flowing from her and healing her wounds - that was the meaning behind it, and this is how the whole trauma had felt to Bite. He hadn't a way of expressing it until now. He looked up at the sky. "I love you mum, and I hope you're proud of me." he nuzzled his face into the icy cold sculpture. It almost felt like he was young again, hugging his real mother.
Competitors had to leave the site whilst the four judges discussed each sculpture and gave it a score. Bite was increasingly beginning to get nervous as the thoughts that his attacker was watching him was haunting him, but he could no where be found. He tried to ignore the growing fear, and decided to watch the judges visit each piece. As he watched them though, he realized that the judges kept re-visiting Bite's sculpture. Bite wasn't sure if this was good or bad news, but he hoped for the former.
After around 2 long hours, it was announced that a winner and runner ups had been selected, and one of the male judges made his way towards the contestants and spectators. He began to read out names of the runner ups along with third place, none of which were Bite's. Then, the judge announced the grand prize winner.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have spent a long time evaluating each entry and finally deciding on a winner. After much consideration, we have chosen Bite Kylmä to be this contest's grand prize winner!"
The judge then turned to Bite's towering piece.
"I don't know anything about who this person is, where they're from, and who they are to you, but who needs that information, when I can see every detail right here. I cannot comprehend that a plum of your young age could create anything like that. You have something special son, and I'm glad to grant you the grand prize of this contest." The leading judge announced, handing Bite a golden trophy and a check of $1,200.
Bite simply sat there, shaking in shock as everyone around him cheered.
"O-oh my, t-thank you so, so much!" He exclaimed in joy.
I won? I WON?! If only Bahiti was here to see this... On cue, something tumbled over him.
"Miss me?"
"Bahiti, you're okay? How do you read my mind?!"
"Magic!" She joked, getting off.
"Congratulations, but you couldn't have done it without me." She winked.
"Well you're the one who left me half way through!"
He hugged her tightly, smiling.
"Thanks, for everything."
"No problem furbag!" Bahiti replied, squeezing him tightly.
She got up. "Fancy an expensive celebration dinner with all that money you just got?"
"Can we go fishing instead?"
"Fishing?" She snorted.
"Don't ask" he laughed. "It's my second favourite thing oka-"
But Bahiti was long gone before he could finish.
"Oh for heavens sake!" he rolled his eyes as he took off chasing after her, giggling all the while.
He couldn't see his mother, but he knew she was there, and she was proud. And he wasn't afraid of any danger now.
Her dark eyes were always watching.
Lost in his thoughts, he collided into a pole in the middle of the street.
"Whoops!" He laughed awkwardly, whilst his new friend was on the ground snorting in laughter.
"You're funny. What's your name?" she asked, standing up but still giggling.
"Bite. Weird name I know. Heh... And yours?"
"Bahiti."
He looked around and saw a small house resting in front of him.
"Is this yours?"
"Yep, come have a look!"
He followed her into her house, which was finely furnished and was much too modern for him to take in.
"This is all so weird," he mumbled, sniffing every surface.
"Why? What was your house like?"
"It was more like a cave. I lived in the open and I've never been anywhere like this place."
"A cave?! Maybe that's why you look so much like a caveman!" she joked, chuckling.
"Hey! That cave kept me warm!" he laughed back.
"You live here, right?" he asked, changing the topic.
"Travelling, but I'll be living here for a few months, yes. Now, why don't we go do something? Snowboarding, ice skating or maybe watching the sculpting contest?"
"Sculpting contest?" Bite perked up in sudden excitement. "You have those?! I love sculpting!"
"You do? Well, if we hurry you can enter. It's only just begu-"
But before she could finish her sentence, he'd already burst out of the door.
"You don't even know where you're going!" She ran after him. He stopped and turned towards Bahiti, slightly frantic.
"Which way?" He grinned.
"Follow me, and CALMLY!"
They reached a large area with pretty sculptures of ice decorating the scene. A line of people waited beside a stall. They were of all ages ranging from 12 to 22, and Bite quickly paced towards them. As he waited in line with Bahiti, he looked at all of the sculptures around him. It felt weird knowing others were passionate about the same thing as him. As he reached his turn, he was greeted by a man in a suit, who first asked for details, and then explained the rules.
"You will have four total days to complete your sculpture. You must stay on theme. Sculptures must be at least seven feet tall but not over fifteen and a half feet. The only materials allowed are ice and water. You may not use natural snow in your sculpture, but snow made from the original block of ice may be used. You may only use the ice that has been provided for you. Design must be sculpted on all sides."
Bite watched, trying to take it all in; although he found it difficult to process the words. Thankfully, the man was talking slowly, noticing that Bite was struggling with the amount of information.
"Got it! When will the time start?"
"At 15:00 the sculpting period will commence. Entering time closes in four minutes, so you were pretty lucky." The man grinned.
Bite returned to Bahiti. He was barely able to contain his smirk.
"You in?"
"YES!"
[center]It was 10 minutes before sculpting time was to start, and Bite was literally shaking in nervousness. He couldn't think of what he should do. Everyone else already had a set idea in mind apart from him. He was lost and quite frankly freaking out. Walking up to his designated scuplting area, he sat down, trying to breath and calm down. A large vehicle brought in his block of ice and placed it in front of him; it was now only a minute until it begun.
Bahiti collided into him from behind.
"OW!" He yowled in confusion. "'The heck are you doing?"
"You looked down, so I thought I'd help ya get ready! Thought of an idea yet?"
"No..."
Bahiti sat back. "Well, I guess you should try letting any thoughts that come to you while you sculpt to sort of...direct you through it... if that makes any sense."
"Yeah, it does actually, I guess I'll do that. It's my only shot!"
Bite's ears suddenly perked up as the bells rang and a male voice announced that the time had begun. Bite froze. Uhh okay... okay I got this, just go for it... he thought to himself nervously, grabbing his tools in a clumsy fashion and rushing to his block. He began chipping, just trying his best to twist and turn the ice, to create something. After about an hour he was still twitching with stress as flakes of ice fell to the floor. He wanted to do something tall and complicated to stand out, and as he looked around he noticed the majority of others were doing animals and plants, nothing like his. His stress levels rose suddenly. Does mine look too weird, too different? Maybe they'll find mine stupid, he thought frantically. He criticized himself in his head until he was interrupted by a voice.
"I absolutely love it! It's gorgeous, keep going!" Bahiti complimented. It was as if she'd read his mind.
"Thank you!" he chirped back, and carried on.
Bahiti suddenly gagged slightly."I'm not feeling too well, do you mind if I leave you to it?" she asked.
"Of course! What's wrong?"
"I'm not too sure...I was alright not too long ago and then suddenly I've been feeling awful and it's only gotten much worse these past couple of days." She shrugged, slightly frustrated.
"See ya in a bit."
It had now been five hours, and Bite was getting very tired. He was only twelve, and hardly strong enough to cut away at ice constantly for more than as long has he already had- he decided to take a rest and carry on the next day. Just to think, only a couple of days ago I was in the middle of nowhere, lost, scared, depressed and empty, and now I have a friend, I have a connection with others, I'm happy, and I have a purpose! he thought proudly to himself.
The final day of the competition had arrived, and Bite's piece was almost complete. It was a tall, spiraled type sculpture, carved in waves and crescents, which had taken a lot of effort for poor Bite to create. It was very late in the evening and all he had left to do was clean and polish it up, adding the finishing touches. Bahiti had had to leave for a checkup at the hospital because her illness was getting worse, which was worrying him slightly. Along with this, all of the contestants had already gone to bed - all apart from one, who was sitting in a group with others a short distance away from him. They watched him intently. He was completely unaware of this and carried on carving the last part. As he dealt his final swipe of the carving knife, he climbed back down onto the ground from his ladder. As he walked off the site, the group followed him.
"Hey." A loud, angry voice sounded from behind. Bite was quick to turn around, and in front of him stood a dark black plumerian. His posture suggested that he wasn't good news. Rustles arose from behind him and he turned again to see four others surrounding him.
"Hey, hey, who are you?" He asked, trying to sound calm even though inside he was frozen with fear. They laughed and taunted him, moving closer. The main male moved an inch apart from him.
"What are you even doing here, you worthless trashbag. Hey- you look just like one, too!" The angry one laughed at poor little Bite. Violence could be heard just in the way he spoke. Bite let his instincts get to him, and he stayed low to the ground submissively.
"Please...I just want to get home, I'm sorry! Just please let me leave..." He stuttered and shivered when he spoke. One of the gang shoved him harshly, and he stumbled down next to the main male.
"Get him, -INSERT NAME OF PLUM-!"
The male hit him powerfully in the head and Bite was flung into a pole, crushing his right paw in between his body and the metal. He began to scream but the male shoved his face into the ground quickly enough for no one to be able to hear. He started to cry.
"Please stop hurting me," he whimpered. Before he could escape, the male grabbed him and threw him back into the icy ground, damaging his paw even more, before cutting his claws deep into Bite's inner leg. Looking back, Bite saw the rest of the group destroying his sculpture.
They quickly made an exit, leaving Bite shaking violently, bleeding from both his paw and leg. His sculpture was in pieces behind him, and he started to sob, more out of sadness than pain.
After about 10 long minutes, he lifted himself up. His paws burned with pain, and his lips trembled as he tried to stop himself from tearing up again. He wanted to leave, he wanted to disappear, he wanted simply to not exist anymore. I lost my mum for this? Is this really my reward? I'm worthless, I'm stupid, I'm nothing without her!
His head and body sunk low to the ground as he slowly forced himself home, the sky completely pitch black by now. Bahiti came to greet him at the door. "Why are you so late?" She wondered as she opened the door. She was shocked at Bite's condition: Ripped and clumped fur on his overcoat, blood leaking from his back leg, his paw appearing deformed with bruises all over his dark body, and tear stains covering his face. He just looked at her with sorrow in his eyes, and then collapsed into her fur, crying.
"Who did this?!" She shouted, concerned and enraged at the same time. "What on earth happened?"
"They hurt me....they destroyed it, they called me awful things." He snuffled, shaking. "He was big and dark..."
She hugged him "I'll get him, I promise. You don't deserve this, but why were you out so late? I told you it's not safe after dark!"
"I'm sorry..."
"No, hush, it's not your fault. I'm sorry it happened, but I promise it'll never happen again." She gagged and coughed a bit but kept herself from vomiting. //Why on earth would someone do THAT to him?//
Bahiti let go and left, returning with bandages and disinfectant.
"Now try to go to sleep and rest, we'll see what'll happen tomorrow." she cooed after she had finished cleaning up Bite.
He slowly made his way to his bedroom, his head still low in shame.
Dawn was awakening, but Bite had not caught a single moment of rest. For the past four hours he had sat hunched over in his room, staring at the floor with an empty expression. During the night he had had to call 911 when Bahiti passed out. He'd been thinking of his mum, and how she had left him. How she must've felt so much pain at her death, how he'd never see her again and how she never showed herself to him afterwards to tell him she was okay, she was in a better place and watching over him. He'd given up hope.
What am I doing...I'm just sitting here sulking and not doing anything about it. She wouldn't be proud of me at all...
He felt even worse, but then felt angry. I'm so stupid! I'm sorry mum, you shouldn't see your son like this...I miss going on treks with you, I miss chasing birds around the field, I miss building and decorating our house together, I miss having our deep conversations about life, I miss laughing at everything with you and taking every obstacle as a new learning game. I miss everything...I miss you.
A final tear left his eye before he got up, fumbled slightly, and headed for the door. As he stepped outside the house, he breathed deeply, remembering what happened the night before and naturally being very wary of where he was going. His attacker was in the competition with him! He gulped in fear, realizing he'd have to see him again.
He limped to his collapsed sculpture, which hadn't been noticed by the judges yet. He decided not to bother them about it. Bite sat down, eyeing the tools and trying to figure out a way to sculpt with his fractured paw.
"Ow!" he squeaked, trying to hold his chisel in his fractured paw.
You have to be kidding me! he moaned inside his mind. He did just as badly trying to hold it with his other, non-dominate paw.
"Well, I guess I only have one more option..." he told himself.
Bending his neck, he clutched the tool in between his mouth and started chipping away. Hey...this actually works! His enthusiasm began to grow as he started to carve more accurately, moving the tool around with his tongue to hold it in the perfect spot. By this time the judges had noticed.
He only had 6 more hours, but this time he had an idea of exactly what he wanted to do.
His teeth were sore after a while, but he knew somewhere his mother was watching him and he wasn't going to disappoint her.
By the beginning of hour six it was now starting to become very obvious what he was creating; a plumie of sorts. The plumerian stood tall, in a proud slender like position, long glossy fur covering its body, it's mouth was open with tears flowing down its eyes onto its chest, where a large stitch stretched along the body. The piece was fully detailed on all sides and stood magnificently against the other entries. Bite managed to fix the last imperfection before the bell was rang, signifying that time was up. He leaped down and stood back to take a look at his creation. It was his mother, sitting proudly from her stand, tears of her son flowing from her and healing her wounds - that was the meaning behind it, and this is how the whole trauma had felt to Bite. He hadn't a way of expressing it until now. He looked up at the sky. "I love you mum, and I hope you're proud of me." he nuzzled his face into the icy cold sculpture. It almost felt like he was young again, hugging his real mother.
Competitors had to leave the site whilst the four judges discussed each sculpture and gave it a score. Bite was increasingly beginning to get nervous as the thoughts that his attacker was watching him was haunting him, but he could no where be found. He tried to ignore the growing fear, and decided to watch the judges visit each piece. As he watched them though, he realized that the judges kept re-visiting Bite's sculpture. Bite wasn't sure if this was good or bad news, but he hoped for the former.
After around 2 long hours, it was announced that a winner and runner ups had been selected, and one of the male judges made his way towards the contestants and spectators. He began to read out names of the runner ups along with third place, none of which were Bite's. Then, the judge announced the grand prize winner.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have spent a long time evaluating each entry and finally deciding on a winner. After much consideration, we have chosen Bite Kylmä to be this contest's grand prize winner!"
The judge then turned to Bite's towering piece.
"I don't know anything about who this person is, where they're from, and who they are to you, but who needs that information, when I can see every detail right here. I cannot comprehend that a plum of your young age could create anything like that. You have something special son, and I'm glad to grant you the grand prize of this contest." The leading judge announced, handing Bite a golden trophy and a check of $1,200.
Bite simply sat there, shaking in shock as everyone around him cheered.
"O-oh my, t-thank you so, so much!" He exclaimed in joy.
I won? I WON?! If only Bahiti was here to see this... On cue, something tumbled over him.
"Miss me?"
"Bahiti, you're okay? How do you read my mind?!"
"Magic!" She joked, getting off.
"Congratulations, but you couldn't have done it without me." She winked.
"Well you're the one who left me half way through!"
He hugged her tightly, smiling.
"Thanks, for everything."
"No problem furbag!" Bahiti replied, squeezing him tightly.
She got up. "Fancy an expensive celebration dinner with all that money you just got?"
"Can we go fishing instead?"
"Fishing?" She snorted.
"Don't ask" he laughed. "It's my second favourite thing oka-"
But Bahiti was long gone before he could finish.
"Oh for heavens sake!" he rolled his eyes as he took off chasing after her, giggling all the while.
He couldn't see his mother, but he knew she was there, and she was proud. And he wasn't afraid of any danger now.
Her dark eyes were always watching.
*Bahiti is owned by Forever United.
So there's my form! I tried to divide it with art, so it's not all a boring jumble of words to read. A big thankyou to Forever United. for helping me with everything! Thankyou for having a look at my form, especially if you made it to the end haha. It would be an enormous thrill to win my first plumie, and a big goodluck to everyone that entered! There are some absolutely amazing forms here.
