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username. trans - name. junyver - gender. female
prompt. ↴

chosen animal: road runner

res / heavy wip

[Cyrano]

name: - Ringo --- gender: - female --- spirit animal: - king cobra

story --- (why? this spirit animal): "I hate it," she says one day, looking at her perfectly manicured nails with spots of broken gems used as decoration. She clicks her tongue and then looks at her other hand. They're so identical and immaculate that it's hard to tell the difference. "I hate it."
Ringo doesn't wait. She takes her umbrella from the corner and spreads it open inside, in front of the foreign clan's emissary. They gawk at her, spluttering, disbelieving, how dare she, but she fits the umbrella's handle over her shoulder and walks out.

Clan politics are more suited to their matriarch, with her friendly eyes with those hidden edges behind them like they've seen a thousand lives, a thousand fires all snuffed out. "It's disgusting," she says once more.
But her feet stop halfway across the clan clearing away from the guest house and her pupils slide to the side of her face like she's trying to look back. The foreign emissary barely steps out in a fit of barely controlled rage and Ringo smiles.
"This clan!" they cry, and Ringo grins. "This clan is f—!"
She turns her head and gives them a smile, her eyes all sparkling like jewels and red, red rubies. She pushes one edge of her perfect manicure into her bottom lip, feigning innocence.
"Emissary," she says, all sweet saccharine like honey that drips from her lips. "Emissary, it is disrespectful. I will have to tell your clan about your cursing on our sacred ground."
"Disrespectful—"
I hate it, she says. It's disgusting, she says. But how can she—how can she say it, her eyes like a predator and her finger curled in her hair—how can she truly say she hates clan politics, when she revels in the hunt so much like a cobra ready to strike...

extra---: There are two statues standing guard at the mouth of the valley that Ringo resides. The first is a crumbling stone unicorn, layered in wreathes of daisies. The other is a large glass cobra, called Arin in glittering gold armour, his neck caught between two saplings. He shines in the sun, throwing rainbow reflections across the path. Even with the unicorn's delicate looking state and the shine of the guardians scales, Ringo stays silent in respect while passing the beautiful cobra, and one day something, no someone was slinking through the shadows.

There are whispers that neither statue started out as such, but that they were both living beasts, once, the guardians of the water palace. It is said that the Cobra statue was once a knight, that it was his job to stand and keep watch over the gates, but as he grew older his body aged to the point where he was no longer able to keep his watch duties. He sought the help of mages, and they built him a glass body that would never age. His spirit was placed inside, and now he can stand at the gates with the stone unicorn, ever watchful of those who enter. But his spirit yearned for Ringo and called for her, All at once Arin was once again alive and had a guide and her name was Ringo.

[zakuro.]

RES!!!!!!!

[mellifluous]

RES

[Lorne_Purnima]

Res, gonna do a weasel or something c:
( Lorne_Purnima )

[Aeryn]

res
gonna go with a Kiwi ^^

[Lady M]

Res with crow

[Calibri]

Potential res?? Wolverine maybe?

[redhorizon]

Res

[raven [烏]]

name;


gender; female



prompt; [animal of choice; the phoenix]


Fae was born in Phoenix, Arizona. [coincidence? I think noT ]

The climate of this region is considered to be a desert climate; which is also reflected in her shine and markings on her body, which depict common motifs associated with deserts (cacti, mountains). Fae has markings that resemble feathers on her back and the long fur on her legs reminiscent of the wings of a bird.

Fae’s personality is much like that of a phoenix; fiery. She holds her ground, she’s stubborn, some might say she’s headstrong. She has a strong spirit and she doesn’t let anyone put out her flame.
She is incredibly emotional, which people may find surprising because she tries not to show how vulnerable she really is. She has been known to get extremely angry when things do not go the way she meant it to.

During one of her classes, she had been tasked with making a small presentation on her hobbies. When she presented her work, one of her classmates began sniggering, much to Fae’s dismay. As the sniggering spread and grew into a roar of laughter, Fae was absolutely livid. Tears began to gloss her eyes over and she began to sob. Eventually she screamed. Loudly enough to make some other classmates cry in fear, earning her a trip to the principal's office.

Needless to say, its true, that a single spark can set a whole prairie ablaze.

"I don't need to hear your apologies. I could give less of a care."

You cannot kill her spirit because she will rise, from the ashes, born anew, like a phoenix. Hear her shriek, and you know you are done for.


extra;


Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when
The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix,
Her ashes new create another heir
As great in admiration as herself;
So shall she leave her blessedness to one,
When heaven shall call her from this cloud of darkness,
Who from the sacred ashes of her honour
Shall star-like rise as great in fame as she was,
And so stand fix'd.

- Act V Scene V (Henry VIII by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher)

art;