Username;;
Angelshy
Name;;
Winnie
Gender;;
Female
Where do they live?;;
A valley—an abandoned yet prosperous one is where Winnie resides—called her valley since she believes her family was the first to discover it. To Winnie, this valley is special, although she's never actually seen any other valleys besides her own. She just assumes so since there is a little wood by the somewhat stretched out stream which winds across the whole of the valley, the banks are spiked with icicles yet flowers sprout from its tips. The grass within the entire area is always green, always tall, and always clumped close enough together for her to nestle in its peculiar velvety embrace. For as long as she could remember, Winnie was left by her parents within a hollow log which lie oddly in the center of the fields of grass, far from any of the trees part of the wood. Her first memories consisted of figures and jumbled words she could never comprehend as the grass would always obscure her vision and obsure her hearing as well. She never did quite know or remember her family too well as most of her world revolved around the environment surrounding her. The blades of grass were her guardians, shielding her from the chill of the winds and the rain, the stream provided for her thirst, the wood provided for her hunger, and the valley itself was a barrier between her and the dangerous world lurking elsewhere. Now grown, Winnie has made use of the valley's fertile land and has now built her foundation of a home. Her family had left behind ready-built houses for her to reside in, most already crumbling however. Winnie has outgrown the grass although they are still long enough to brush against her belly. Her fur has adapted and she is able to withstand the blizzards.
Angelshy
Name;;
Winnie
Gender;;
Female
Where do they live?;;
A valley—an abandoned yet prosperous one is where Winnie resides—called her valley since she believes her family was the first to discover it. To Winnie, this valley is special, although she's never actually seen any other valleys besides her own. She just assumes so since there is a little wood by the somewhat stretched out stream which winds across the whole of the valley, the banks are spiked with icicles yet flowers sprout from its tips. The grass within the entire area is always green, always tall, and always clumped close enough together for her to nestle in its peculiar velvety embrace. For as long as she could remember, Winnie was left by her parents within a hollow log which lie oddly in the center of the fields of grass, far from any of the trees part of the wood. Her first memories consisted of figures and jumbled words she could never comprehend as the grass would always obscure her vision and obsure her hearing as well. She never did quite know or remember her family too well as most of her world revolved around the environment surrounding her. The blades of grass were her guardians, shielding her from the chill of the winds and the rain, the stream provided for her thirst, the wood provided for her hunger, and the valley itself was a barrier between her and the dangerous world lurking elsewhere. Now grown, Winnie has made use of the valley's fertile land and has now built her foundation of a home. Her family had left behind ready-built houses for her to reside in, most already crumbling however. Winnie has outgrown the grass although they are still long enough to brush against her belly. Her fur has adapted and she is able to withstand the blizzards.
