Post by Ceuseri on Aug 29, 2006 9:35:48 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]We'll dive into the sky and shake the stars from our fur...[/glow]
Name: Raendel
Gender: Female
Species: Unknown
Age: 3 years old, wolf years
[glow=white,2,300]Of Fairy wings and broken things...[/glow]
Raendel has a broken heart. And I don't mean that as a metaphor. Ever since she was a cub, her heart has been different, murmurring, on the verge of stopping altogether. And so, for three years, Raendel has lived in fear for her life. Fear does things to you. She lives a lie. She doesn't really have a personality. She shares that of others. For Raendel's condition blessed her with both a gift and a curse as one. She bears the power of empathy, feeling another's emotions, and so building up a personality from other's around her. She has taken to avoiding wolves for fear of their anger, their hatred or their misery, for hers shall mount apon eachother until she can bear it no longer, and it is then, she fears, that her heart may cease to support her.
[glow=white,2,300]An army heart, a winter hope...[/glow]
Raendel has travelled from place to place, never finding herself able to love until another falls in love with her, for she may not feel an emotion until she picks it up from another. She longs to mother a cub, longs to share the warmth of a mate, and so recently has been venturing closer and closer to wolven settlements, searching for one who may love her in return. A winter hope, she calls it, for a reason known only to herself.
[glow=white,2,300]By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only[/glow]
Raendel is a beautiful wolf, she really is, with deep, hazel eyes that would catch the heart of any willing to look deep enough into them. Her pelt is a soft, flowing white, muddied slightly with grey, but it looks like newly fallen snow all the same, dusting her sturdy, but slightly thin frame. Of course, when she hunts, she feels the pain and terror of each of her kills, and has tried hard not to make it a habit, forcing herself only to eat once a week to spare herself the pain. She is not overly thin, just thin enough for it to be noticed. Her fur, however, is...floofy, and it is thick as the trunk of an oak, covering up her hidden secret that lies within her bones.
[glow=white,2,300]Beneath the eyes of the deceiver[/glow]
For she has not allowed any to know her secret, as when she was a cub, she was shunted from her home because of the strangeness of it. Since that day, she has hidden it inside, a deadly secret which she knows will kill her if her heart doesn't first. But, in her moments when she allowws a glimmer of hope to shine in her eyes, she thinks that if she was to be allowed to fall in love, she would be healed, and never have to be afraid again. And so her search for love becomes desperate, as death hunts her down.
[glow=white,2,300]Show me the shadow where true meaning really lies[/glow]
So a plea for the sake of Raendel. Let your heart soar free, and let her feel it touch her own. Let her experience the pure emotion that is love, whether it be for a cub or for a mate. Save her from her own broken heart, and watch her life have a purpose again.
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Goodbye, sweetheart. -sniff- My darling Raendel is up for adoption. Whoever puts there name forward needs to be able to understand exactly what my baby can do, and they need to appreicate that she is complicated to roleplay with.
And I want someone who I know will take very good care of her, for Raendel is one of my favourites and it's a wrench letting her go. <33
Name: Raendel
Gender: Female
Species: Unknown
Age: 3 years old, wolf years
[glow=white,2,300]Of Fairy wings and broken things...[/glow]
Raendel has a broken heart. And I don't mean that as a metaphor. Ever since she was a cub, her heart has been different, murmurring, on the verge of stopping altogether. And so, for three years, Raendel has lived in fear for her life. Fear does things to you. She lives a lie. She doesn't really have a personality. She shares that of others. For Raendel's condition blessed her with both a gift and a curse as one. She bears the power of empathy, feeling another's emotions, and so building up a personality from other's around her. She has taken to avoiding wolves for fear of their anger, their hatred or their misery, for hers shall mount apon eachother until she can bear it no longer, and it is then, she fears, that her heart may cease to support her.
[glow=white,2,300]An army heart, a winter hope...[/glow]
Raendel has travelled from place to place, never finding herself able to love until another falls in love with her, for she may not feel an emotion until she picks it up from another. She longs to mother a cub, longs to share the warmth of a mate, and so recently has been venturing closer and closer to wolven settlements, searching for one who may love her in return. A winter hope, she calls it, for a reason known only to herself.
[glow=white,2,300]By a route obscure and lonely
Haunted by ill angels only[/glow]
Raendel is a beautiful wolf, she really is, with deep, hazel eyes that would catch the heart of any willing to look deep enough into them. Her pelt is a soft, flowing white, muddied slightly with grey, but it looks like newly fallen snow all the same, dusting her sturdy, but slightly thin frame. Of course, when she hunts, she feels the pain and terror of each of her kills, and has tried hard not to make it a habit, forcing herself only to eat once a week to spare herself the pain. She is not overly thin, just thin enough for it to be noticed. Her fur, however, is...floofy, and it is thick as the trunk of an oak, covering up her hidden secret that lies within her bones.
[glow=white,2,300]Beneath the eyes of the deceiver[/glow]
For she has not allowed any to know her secret, as when she was a cub, she was shunted from her home because of the strangeness of it. Since that day, she has hidden it inside, a deadly secret which she knows will kill her if her heart doesn't first. But, in her moments when she allowws a glimmer of hope to shine in her eyes, she thinks that if she was to be allowed to fall in love, she would be healed, and never have to be afraid again. And so her search for love becomes desperate, as death hunts her down.
[glow=white,2,300]Show me the shadow where true meaning really lies[/glow]
So a plea for the sake of Raendel. Let your heart soar free, and let her feel it touch her own. Let her experience the pure emotion that is love, whether it be for a cub or for a mate. Save her from her own broken heart, and watch her life have a purpose again.
---
Goodbye, sweetheart. -sniff- My darling Raendel is up for adoption. Whoever puts there name forward needs to be able to understand exactly what my baby can do, and they need to appreicate that she is complicated to roleplay with.
And I want someone who I know will take very good care of her, for Raendel is one of my favourites and it's a wrench letting her go. <33
