@Peregrine, I've finally done yours (the things I say before the picturings are starting to sound very similar, aren't they). It's probably not my best, but I hope you enjoy it :) Also, I think your full CB name used to be (and maybe still is) Peregrine Silverwings?, which is why I included it here - tell me if I'm wrong about it. @Lupine, yours should be done in the next few days - I will try to do it more quickly than I've been doing the other ones.

~Peregrine Silverwings~

A peregrine falcon was soaring against the sky, lifted on the gentle currents of air. Swooping and having fun like a child on a roller coaster, the girl thought with a smile. She flung back her head to call him in.

Her clear whistle shot through the air, rising and dipping a little to mimic the bird's flight. The falcon turned his head, and came downwards in a long gliding curve to land at last on the girl's hand.

The girl leaned against the sunwarmed stone of the castle, looking towards the hills and absently stroking the falcon as she thought of how they had first met. Of how everything had been going wrong and her life had been tangling itself up in knots, so she left the castle for a walk; of how the hills had been full of dancing sunlight, with a falcon flying in curving flight among them; of how she had whistled a tune that followed that swift freedom of the peregrine, and of how he had come to her in response to it. Their names matched, their characters matched, and something in the way they looked matched too. It was only later that she had learned of her real link to the falcons.

The falcon rose slightly and flapped its dark wings, loudly recalling her to reality. Unable to restrain a laugh, she held him a little way away from her to avoid its wings and finally tossed him into the air again.

Peregrine was very pretty as she leaned there in the sunlight, her green cloak falling away to reveal the blue tunic, her long brown braid over her shoulder: there was something secretive about the green eyes, something attractive about the thoughtful, graceful pose, something mysterious about the falcon-like features. She was someone who had found her place in the world.

Her gaze followed the circlings of the falcon overhead. They had never been apart since that day in the hills: they belonged together. She gave him friendship and he gave her wings, and together they could achieve anything.

These are so good! I'd love a group picturing with myself and my AEs, if you've got the time?

Pangolin, she/they

Barnacle, he/him

Mirage, she/her

Fir, they/them

Arum, she/they

If that's too much, feel free to just do me :) 

thank you so much! <3

@pangolin, yes, I can do you and your AEs! I'll probably have it done over the weekend :) @Lupine, I've finally done yours - hope you like it :))

~Lupine~

You make your way up the subway steps, jostled by the millions of people surrounding you. You sigh. Your life is so monotonous; it never changes; the light that passes over the city is different with each season, that's all. And the city seems to care so little about you.

Something stirs in the back of your mind. It's the first day of spring, you remember. So?

So that means... You pause, suddenly recalling something from last year. The meadow, with the turquoise sky and the fragrance of flowers, like a dream of summers to come, and a face - a girl - You stand still among the crowds of people, amazed at the remembrance, amazed that you forgot. Maybe it was just a dream, just a memory that wasn't true. But you remember her, and you remember that she had asked you to come again. You remember the words now, and her face as she said them: "If you can still remember next year, if you still have the power of believing, then come back on the spring equinox. Please come. We all need some more magic sometimes." And you had promised to come.

In the afternoon, somewhere between one busy moment and the next, you manage to slip away. It's total madness, you know, but - you haven't quite lost that power of belief yet.

Your feet follow some invisible path out of the city and into the countryside. Somehow, you have the feeling of going where you've needed to go for one long year now.

And suddenly the field is opening out in front of you, just as it used to, last spring and every other spring too. The sky is like some flawless gem or roll of silk, the birds are singing, and in the middle of the field sits the girl you remember. Her arms are around her knees, her brown hair falls over her shoulder, and she's surrounded by lupines.

She springs to her feet, her blue eyes lighting with a warm smile. "You came," she says, walking towards you. "I'm so glad. The world needs more people who can believe..."

The afternoon slips away like droplets of water, laughing and full of peace and beauty. At sunset the girl repeats her message: "If you can still remember next year, if you still have the power of believing, then come back on the spring equinox. I'll be here with the lupines. Remember - we all need some more magic sometimes." Then she has faded away, and you retrace your steps to the city. The magic of the lupines has added to the magic of your life. You're content with the city - at least until next year.

@Peregrine, you're welcome! I <3 writing written picturings :) Thank you, too! @pangolin, may I present to you... *pauses dramatically*... your written picturing! I have no idea where I got the inspiration, but it built up on itself quite naturally. I hope you like it :)

~pangolin & AEs~

They thundered through the land on powerful white horses, a fine golden dust rising up around them to tell the people of their coming. They could be anywhere at any time; they could appear with the lightning or the thunder or not at all. No one knew who they were, but they were called the Dragonborn.

There was pangolin, the girl who led them, wild and strange, with wavy light brown hair and laughing dark eyes holding a thousand storms. There was Arum, Arum with loose black hair, and level brown eyes, and a way of tossing her head up with a challenge in her face; she carried arrows tipped with bronze and she was as beautiful as a star. There was Fir, powerful and wild and able to go anywhere, with dark sapphire eyes and golden hair. Barnacle was the youngest, laughing or silent, calm or raging by turns, something hidden inside him that was very seldom brought out. And then there was Mirage, who was always with pangolin because she was the only other one who remembered why they were the Dragonborn. The others just accepted it.

On a summer night, when they were resting under a full moon as large and shining as some silver lake, pangolin and Mirage were talking together in low voices. "Do you remember the Dragonlands?" pangolin asked.

Mirage nodded, looking at the moon. "Of course I remember them. The lands we sprang from... oh, pangolin, remember the Obsidian Dragons?"

"I think it's time to tell the others," pangolin said resolutely, rising. "And to decide our futures."

Mirage looked up questioningly, then rose and followed the swish of pangolin's blue cloak to where the others were. Their futures?

"Mirage, Fir, Barnacle, Arum - all you Dragonborn," pangolin said quietly, "we come from the Dragonlands that are west of the sunset. A long time ago, the dragons created us to come to this world, and help it, and maybe join the two lands. The dragons of the Dragonlands are noble, wise, and kind as anything can be. And maybe it's time for us to go back to them."

***

Sunset was blazing in fire all along the west. The Dragonborn stood united, being for the last time in the Humanlands. Then pangolin flung back her head and stepped forward, the others following. For an instant the sunset surrounded them; then the Dragonlands were welcoming them.

It was right. Fire returning to fire, promise returning to promise, the Dragonborn returning home.

If you're not doing these anymore you don't have to but if you do I would like one...

Moon Wolf, she/her  

Yes, I'm still open for picturings! Hopefully I can have this done by today or tomorrow *crosses fingers*

Can I have one, please? My pronouns are she/her. Thank you!

Your picturing :) I hope you like it!

~Moon Wolf~

It was nighttime. Snow was lying in deep, smooth drifts over everything, glowing with a cold silver light of its own.

The lake wasn't frozen. Snow formed a blue-white border around it, but it was alive and moving, its ripples reflecting the dark night. There was no moon, and there were no stars. It was just the immense dark sky, and the silent dark lake, waiting - waiting. Alone, in the night, waiting.

The wolf lying by the side of the lake stirred and rose. With light blue, icy eyes she searched the sky, searching for her future, searching for her legacy. She was slim and graceful, with a finely shaped head, young eyes that retained the wisdom of a far older wolf, and thick, soft silver fur that gave off a faint light as the snow did - though hers was purer somehow.

She was Moon Wolf. The old moon wolf, the one who had preceded her, had just died, giving her her life and her legacy. She had been waiting for this for five months, since the old moon wolf chose her and promised her that she would come into his place when he died.

And now he had. Moon Wolf bent her head and drank from the lake. The time was right; like the full moon, it had slowly come to this, until now it was full and shining and perfect. And Moon Wolf was ready for it. She flung her head up towards the sky, and suddenly her glow was stronger, colder, full of beauty. It filled her, giving her the power to be what she had always been destined to be. She reached the sky and sprang onto it; with her coming stars glowed suddenly, fierce and bright.

It was nighttime. Snow had fallen over everything, glowing with the cold silver light of the stars and the full moon.