Can I have one? He/his/him pronouns.

she/her, could stuff having to do with wolves and book-writing and nature be in it? danke

Piano Man:

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The cliff rises, sheer, rocky, seemingly indomitable. 10,000 feet of smooth precipice swathed in mist and topped by scattered pine trees.

But the figure outlined against the horizon is not a tree. It is a man - or a boy, perhaps, it's hard to tell - whith short, straight, untidy brown hair, features that match the crags and the eagles wheeling overhead, and steady, piercing gray eyes that seem to see everything. Here is someone more indomitable than the wild, fearing nothing, but who is feared by all else. One foot is on the exact edge of the cliff, claiming the heights and the sky; the other claims the earth. This is a fearless king of adventure, stopping at nothing, always called on by the unexplored.

Facing destiny, daring it to come and meet him, he pauses, facing all that he has overcome already. But he never stops for long. He turns and plunges away, unstoppable, braving the fates and the elements to follow the skies that lure him on. An adventurer. An explorer. A king.

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Sorry it's short! It was really fun to write :)

Oh, and @Miriam, your picturing will be done soon!

Miriam H:

You flip through the pages of your notebook, then pause, your eyes skimming over something you wrote a year ago. The Larenti, the Wild Wolves, lived in the forest. There was something different about them and the ice-white she-wolf who led them. They were not like the other wolves. They loved one another.

You close your eyes, almost seeing the wolves in your mind: Tyrgana, the lone silver she-wolf who rules the pack; Vairtan, the moon wolf; Alska, the star wolf. And the girl who runs with the pack, who alone among the mortals has seen the Larenti.

Suddenly you feel that you're sitting on something soft. A wind brushes against your face, and it smells of the wild. You open your eyes, startled.

You're sitting on a moss-covered rock in the woods. Standing in front of you is a tall, proud girl with curling, cascading brown hair, blue eyes deep as a forest pool, and almost elvin features. She wears a long green dress with sparkling silver designs thrown over it like mountains streams. And around her are gray wolves, led by an ice-white wolf with eyes like clear jewels.

The Larenti.

You gasp and spring to your feet. But, to your surprise, there is no hostility or even amazement in their eyes. The girl smiles warmly. "Greetings and welcome," she says. "You are the one who called us into being."

"Yes," you reply uncertainly. "But why - "

She laughs, divining your thoughts. "We exsist because you invented us," she says. "And almost any writer can visit his or her creations."

All that day, you laugh and run with the Larenti as you have so often longed to do. But as night comes on and the moon rises, shining and ethereal, you paused to look up at it. Its light becomes suddenly blinding and powerful, and as suddenly diminishes again. You are looking, not at a silver moon, but at a white page. You read the words again: And running with the pack was a girl, the only mortal who had ever seen the Larenti, with cascading brown hair and blue eyes...

You smile and close the notebook. You'll always remember those magical hours you spent with the Larenti.

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I hope you like it! :) Btw I like your location - I LOVE NARNIA!!!!!!!!

Hi Amethyst! Please could you do my AE? Aravis, she/her.

Sorry this took a while! I hope you like it :)

Aravis:

You sigh, gazing at the campfire. Aravis, the girl of the desert. You've heard about her, but never as anything other than a legend, a fair vision like the flickering fire. Does she exsist? You've always believed in her; but now, suddenly, you are uncertain.

You poke the crackling flames, and they leap up, casting a glow far across the desert. And, seeming to leap up with them - though she must really have been lurking in the shadows - you see a girl.

A girl with hair the color of the golden sand and eyes the color of the treasured water. Aravis.

She smiles and moves forward, light and graceful as the shifting dunes. "Yes, Aravis," she says, her voice falling like cool droplets of water. "You are lost here; and I come to the desert wanderers who are misled by the changing sands."

She turns, and you follow. She leads you to a marvelous palace shining like a pearl, a palace full of arched doorways and rippling fountains and smooth tiles. It is her palace. You dine with her, charmed by her light laughter and deep eyes. And before dawn she sets you on your way again, showing you how to guide yourself by the stars.

You thank her and set off, and in a few days are at your destination. But the memory of that night stays with you, and time and time again you look for the palace and the girl as you journey across the desert.

You never find them again. Remembering her words, you manage not to lose your way any more, and so you do not really have any need for her. She and her wondrous palace have disappeared into the sands and the stars.