dilikes:
liars
theives
goody goodies
rules
unfairness
airplanes
likes:
the ocean
traveling
trying new things
hiking
the woods
silence
ivory is a traveler, as seen here, wearing her blue knapsack. this is just a quick sketch, and whoever wins can keep it. if you do win, please credit me when displaying the art. thank you.username -cinemacat
name -ivory
gender -trans female
favourite sweet pastry-ivory loves anything with marzipan, and having a sweet tooth, she can't turn down a
coussin de lyon.
personality -ivory is very gruff, but motherly. she's a bit unresponsive when you first meet her, and don't be surprised when her first words to you are a grunt. she is hardly ever seen without her trusty blue knapsack. once opening up to her, ivory is kind, patient, and playful. she is very durable and is great around kids. well, at least ignoring their crying and crawling all over her fluffy pelt like a playground.
⌘she also almost never opens her eyes. few even know what color they are. her methods of sight are unknown, as well as why she hides her eyes.
⌘her life goal is to completely circumnavigate the world.
relationshipsbecause she travels so often, she hardly ever keeps one friend. she has, however, gained a few friends. see "story" for more.
regarding deathsee "past"
⌘⌘⌘pastsee "regarding death"
⌘it gets a little fuzzy from here
⌘storycrunch.your paws gently press through the snow, the pawpads cold as ice.
you are freezing, hungry, and on the verge of death.
your name is ivory.
you shiver, sending your spine quivering. you never had a weak spine. you drank your milk.
milk that was stolen.
you had an, well, interesting past.
you never knew your mother and your father was a traitor.
your brother is dead and his body was never found.
you were born on a farm, where you spent your days. you would frolic among the fallen peach blossoms. from then on, you had always smelled of the blossoms, no matter how much you bathed.
you are brought back to the present.
the cold grips you, your limbs, your whole body shakes.
however, no matter how much you want to, you never scream for help.
until...
you crash into something. something warm.
it doesn't scramble away like the rest. it doesn't scream and race for home.
it looks up at you. you raise an eyebrow.
you snort gruffly, but the creature stays there.
you observe it through the blinding snow. while the wind screams and flails at you, you begin to see some distinguishing features.
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