The sylesti slowly walked threw the shadows of the trees, it's ears twitching at every little sound. Suddenly, a large 'thud' sound was heard about 40 meters away from it. Narrowing it's eyes, it spot a little hatchling, struggling to stand up. Deciding to be kind, the sylesti silently trotted up to the newborn, which the little sylesti had a confused look on it's face as it looked up to where the rest of it's siblings are, not understanding why it's on the ground.

The hatchling:


The Sylesti


Time. such a precious thing, but so often wasted. Why must we squabble among ourselves, though time is constantly passing. Time has no meaning to me. I am immortal, and unable to truly ever die. I am memories, and hopes. dreams and fear, and time. Precious time. Time lovers spent together. Times of fear during war. A loved ones message of a soldier never to return home. I often wonder what lies beyond this world. But, I will never see it. I will never feel death's cool hand touch mine. I am forever a slave of memories

I hope I'm allowed to go twice, I really like this game!

My Story:

Ah the beautiful gleam of her wings...... I wish she were mine, but I know that isn't going to happen because she's a princess and i'm only a peasant. Oh but if she were mine I'd LOVE her so much. But, I'll just have to settle for another peasant like me, or at the most, a jester.

(I guess you could consider this a free time to make 3 sylestis! Yea! Of course you don't HAVE to but you can!)

wait, don't mind this post

Blue Guard


Silver moonlight touches the glade, the night stars twinkle overhead. The creature that stands before you blinks its hypnotic eyes before it flies away into the darkest night. Leaving behind no trace of its existence.

More foggy haze whisps around you as geysers erupted. Your large eyes look around at brushy surroundings. Leaves seemed to sweat on your camoflauged fur and the sun peaked through a few trees.
It was too hot. Too humid for such a small creature and suddenly, you spot a cave. Four paws tramped through puddles and leaped into the cave. Perfectly blending in, you fall asleep under the cool stones.

As the colourful Sylesti bounds along with its friends, it notices a plant-like growth sprouting out of its body. Wondering what it is, the sylesti stops and flicks its wispy tail. The cool breeze was blowing all around it.

The sylestia flew through the night on insubstantial wings like a shooting star

Cold, unforgiving, bitter winds sting her fur. She shudders, struggling against the storm. The sweet melody of her children's voices motivate her. She pushes onward, desperate to return home.

(Please ping me if you do this story.)