by Salt » Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:46 am
Name:
Rennard Lee
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Reason behind name:
"Renard" is French for fox. And a fox is exactly what the french people whom once "owned" her saw looking at this dragon. The French people that kept her were lousy spellers, and added an extra "n". The Lee was added because, it was their family last name.
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Gender:
Female
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Story:
It was dark, very very dark. The wind was whipping at my fur, hail was digging into my skin. And boy, was the mountain high up.
The house, we had to get to the house, but we never did make it.
I was pulling the covered wagon, up the slippery, icey, mountain. They said it was a short cut. My paws were beginning to freeze up against the ice, rough road, but I trudged along. I tilted my head up, seeing that we were close to the top, the dim lights of the house warm and welcoming. Then I looked down, the dark trees looked sharp, and murderous. I heard a yell in the wagon, faster! So I picked up the pace, soon sprinting to the top. I never did notice that rock, and patch of smooth ice. But when I finally realized, it was too late, and I was falling, down, down, down, into the grasp of the trees.
The cold was deathly, but feeling the sting told me I was indeed, still alive. Looking up, I saw the mountain, showing through the shredded parts of the pine trees. It was still dark, but slowly, beginning to light up. I looked around, nothing here, I knew, recognized. Panic began to subdue into me. I had survived the fall, but surely not living in this soulless place. I saw a flash of tan in the woods, thinking it was my mind getting to me, I ignored it, and began traveling deeper into the unknown forest. Then again, I saw the movement of tan again. Ditching the path I was on, I tentatively crawled closer to the tan spot. It was.. A clump of fur. I took a step closer, seeing a pair of ruby magenta eyes eyeing me curiously. Suddenly, the thing darted towards me, shaking the snow off nearby trees. Taking a step back, I saw something. This.. Thing, looked just like me. Pausing, I knew it couldn't be possible. Or could it?
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Interview:
Interviewer- Oh Rennard Lee! Welcome, welcome! Now, what brings you here today?
Rennard Lee- Why, with nothing else to do, I suppose being here wouldn't hurt.
I- Now, I must ask, what did you feel as you were falling down into the trees?
R. L.- Oh, well, I felt, nothing. I was just falling really. Nothing.
I- Nothing at all Miss?
R. L.- Nothing at all. I suppose.
I- Oh amazing! Well, now what are you to do with life now?
R. L.- Oh yes, I want to just do the impossible, do everything! And travel the world with my friend, ButterBread.
I- Ahh, yes. Now, is there anything in specific?
R. L.- I, well, [snorts] suppose not.
I- Interesting, how is your friend suiting to you?
R. L.- Oh, besides the occasional fight over petty little things, we get along just rad. She saved my life, mind you.
I- Well, time is running short on us, it was great talking to you Rennard Lee.
R. L.- Oh sure, and next time, just call me Rennard. [grins]
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Poem written by Rennard:
Falling--
Down to earth,
In a way,
Like a rebirth.
Down the drain,
Success, dreams,
Such such pain.
Oh is it?
Maybe it's numb, painless,
Catch me in your catching mit.
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
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Thanks so much for the opportunity to try out for this gal. c:
Last edited by
Salt on Wed Jan 02, 2013 2:18 pm, edited 7 times in total.