Post by incipher on Dec 24, 2011 3:28:53 GMT -5
Name Adaline
Age 3yo
Gender Girl
Breed Marwari & Akhal-Teke
Height Fifteen & Three
Coat Color ( Silver ) Amber Champagne
Mane/Tail Color Copper & Flax
Eye Color Blue & Sienna
Markings Snip, Coronet Band
Alignment Light
Personality
» Naïve to an extent; she has seen darkness, drank from the poisons of dismay – despite that, she chooses to believe there is still good deep, deep and deeper within the pit of the world.
» Skittish and easily frightened, she is a doe constantly strung in a string of oncoming lights; while the world is a monolithic oyster, she has been sheltered and everything bright and old, or cold and new, is terrifying.
» No one exists that is more sincerely sorry than she: after crushing a blade of grass she will apologize, after bumping your shoulder she will apologize, after catching her gaze and she, yours, she apologizes; after making you love, and fall deeply into it, she. Will. APOLOGIZE.
History:
» Her people were lost for a very long, long time. When they found themselves, it was a revelation of utterly dark and hopeless times to come – Adaline, she was at its heart.
» The trials endured brought about an inevitable shift, and not just within herself (yes, she was not always so scared; no, once she was bold and beautiful and untamed), but throughout the clan. And just as inevitably, they fell into thousands of pieces. Thousands of goodbyes.
» Adaline flew with the broken of the flock: flew through a blurred wilderness into a present that was irregularly scripted and drawn. The irregular script: years, time, eternity. The drawn: Windriver Valley, or rather, what was left of it.