Gender: Female
Why I deserve her:
- Really, history has told me that I deserve nothing. That, even when I work hard for something, I should never get it, while people who, deep-down, don't care about winning or losing actually get the character or position or whatever it is I am striving for. I then have to face them turning around and telling me that I shouldn't try so hard, I shouldn't be so passionate, I should just shut up and sit down because I am worthless compared to them. So I can't tell you why I deserve her, but I can tell you that I take care of every single character I own, and that I would love her, without a doubt. Despite finding little love myself, I've got so much in me that it's hard for me to not like anyone. I would help out someone who hated my guts, and I'd be alright with it.
Getting Anral... would be like getting a new friend that would stand next to me, comforting me when the people I care the most about turn against me like they so often have.
Personality:
- Anral is a living example of a guardian angel. She's loving and loyal, and yet she's extremely protective, and will risk her life to save a loved one. She has a golden heart, allowing any and all to come close and seek guidance, warmth or love - even those that she has fought against can come close, though she will keep an eye on them. Her stone is usually used to amplify her own strength in battle, or, as is her purpose on life, it is used to strengthen the weak so that they may carry on. She never uses her magic to destroy... it's against her very nature, and she shuns that part of her, leading to minor mental issues as the power begs to be used.
Likes:
- Warm, sunny days. Anral loves warm days, because to her, it's like being held in a region-wide hug by Nature herself. These are the days that she feels the strongest, and most able to fulfill her duties.
Clear, open bodies of water. Lakes and rivers hold a special meaning to Anral. They symbolize power and tranquility all at once, which she tries to emulate between bursts of her protective nature.
Warm, fuzzy pieces of cloth. Fuzzy blankets and pillows are little pieces of heaven for Anral, even when she has to have these huge tarp-like blankets sewn together just for her.
Helping others. Anral's life mission is to help others - doing as she is supposed to warms her heart.
Dislikes:
- Pain. There is only one thing that Anral does not like, and it is to see other suffer. The one time she ever considers to use her destructive powers is when a creature is mortally wounded or terminally ill - then and only then does she offer peace to the animal by taking it out of its misery.
The fact that she has only one dislike is not out of incompleteness of this form, but because her heart is so open to everything that she really has only one thing that she does not like.
Story:
- Anral looked at the little creature shivering in the snow. Its toes and nose had turned blue in the bitter cold, and its tail was plastered to its behind, trying to keep the sensitive parts protected from the punishing winds. It was a cold night; no creature should have been out in the open, least of all something so small and wiry. Granted, its size had been an asset; Anral's sides and shoulders were still stinging from when the creature had attacked her while she protected a flock of hens her human friends relied on for food. She could still feel those needly teeth ripping at her fur and skin, and those sharp claws digging in, looking for purchase in her large body.
She continued to watch it shiver, its once evil little eyes staring at her. They were begging for her to do something... probably expecting her to snap its neck and end its misery. Instead, she started to dig, building a quick nest in the deep snow. Then, laying on her side, she looked at the poor little beast. "Come here," she called, her voice quiet in the howling winds. "Get warm."
Slowly, the little animal crawled forward. It had gotten within reach when it collapsed, its feet frozen and painfully numb. Without a word, Anral picked it up in her mouth and settled it between her front paws, close to her warm, beating heart. Curling up around it, she hummed softly, letting it rest and warm up until the blizzard ceased.
Art:
Huge WIP~
