Username;; Abraxis
Name;; Seibeman
Gender;; Male
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Favorite part of nature;;
Seibeman's loves nature, and all of its beauty for that is his favorite part of nature, sure at times can be rather destructive, dangerous. But with the way he is, his connection to nature, the powers he's acquired like creating life out of thin air, making tree's appear from the earth quickly. Healing any wound rather easily, quickly no matter how severe maybe, being able to command any animal with them following his command willingly since he is natures one true guardian.
Never underestimate nature fire can appear out of nowhere and burn the grasslands, or a prairie, but that will not stop trees, grass, all the other plant life from re-growing. When the plant life begins to regrow, the animals shall begin to return as well. All the schedules nature has for those areas will return to normal. Seibeman loves searching for waterfalls, with a lake or some body of water at the bottom of the waterfall deep enough for him to swim around in, searching for caves behind waterfalls and exploring them.
Whether he's using his powers to scan the entire area, including hidden caves, there's nothing he cant find if its connected to the ground, in the cave, or on a tree, he can also see what the animals see, hear, smell, sense, and can also sense the vibrations in the ground, air. So there's very little that can get past his wide range of connection to nature
He loves how the animals call out to each other to warn of danger, call for aid, and tell the others when its time to move to a new area. How they follow there instincts. His favorite animal is by far the Tiger. He loves the pattern the tiger has, its raw power, combined with its beauty. A force that is best not messed with. For when you mess with a tiger, you seal your fate. Become prey to the true king of the jungle.
extra;;
Pocahontas - Colors of the WindYou think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Extra 2: The tiger is generally seen as a symbol of power and strength, but also of destruction and violence. The tiger can be a symbol of both life and death, evil and evil's senseless or destructive power. In China, tiger images are used as charms to ward off evil.
With a poem
THE TIGER
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?