[Rakkun]

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Lemon Cupcake

Tal. Sometimes a short form of Tallie or Talia, but in this case, it is just Tal. Tal's origin is Hebrew. It's meaning is 'Morning Dew'.

Female

29 years

.motherly.
Tal is very motherly towards mists, and she wishes to have some of her own someday. She is calm and caring, but she also has a short temper. Her motherly side only comes out around mists, and she 's just a sucker for them.
.bold.
Tal is also bold. She stands up for what she thinks is right, and she lets her thoughts be free. She will help you if you're in danger and she'll fight back if she has to. She hates to see anything suffer and kills her prey quickly and swiftly(If they eat meat).
.independant.
Tal is very independant. She likes to do things on her own, yet she would rather be in a small group. She likes to explore alone and usually is very stubborn when you try to help her. She may be dependant, but she hates being alone on a rainy day. Soon, she wishes to find a mate that will care for her and love her.

I yawned and opened my eyes. Light flowed in from a hole in the roots my father and I slept under them. His breaths came slowly, for he was asleep. Father had told me I was his sunshine, and that I was everything to him. He said He didn't care if Mother had gone into the forever-sleep to give me life. He promised to do whatever it takes to protect me. I smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Father, wake up!" I said. He blinked awake and smiled back at me. "Goodmorning, Tal." Father said. His words came smooth, but deep. I hopped out from under the roots and looked back at him. He followed me out and blinked in the sunshine. "You said we're gonna go down to the lake today." I reminded him. He nodded, "And we will." He said, heading down a path. I followed him until we reached the lake. "Wow." I said, my eyes sparkling as I stared out. We were now on a feild and completely exposed. Father slowly bennt down and picked me up by my scruff. As soon as I was secure, he took off, going fast towards the forest. A loud pop sounded. My father started to limp, but he still ran. Another pop sounded, and my father dropped me. I looked around, noticing a two-legged figure standing rearby, pointing a stick-like thing at me. He made a click, but my father pounced before the pop came. All I could see were two blobs as I watched them fight. I heard my father's one request as a flash of silver dug into his chest: run. I did as I was told, taking off. I reached the forest, but I kept on, tripping and stubling the whole way back to our den.
The scene past quickly before my eyes for the third time that night. I was older now, with a new den. My father's words echoed in my head as i stared into the midnight sky. the white specks all looked down upon me. I searched around, trying to find him. I smiled as I saw the star. It let out a magnificent glow as it sat next to the moon. I stood up and looked around the cave. It was empty and lonely, but I was used to it. I hadn't seen another mistic since my father, but I knew exactly what they looked like. I was one, so if I ever forgot, I could just look at my reflection in the water, but I mostly chose not to. When I stared in the water tonight, I knew what I would see- my father. I always saw him, and I knew he was looking over me and making sure I was alright. I layed back down and strted to fall into a light sleep. The moon acting as a friend, making sure that the dark wouldn't surround me. I soon fell asleep.

Mystics live up to 25-100 years and are rather slender creatures, with long fur from their tail, and the back of their legs.They are almost always natural colors, but special or rare ones, have markings that can be unnatural colored.Rare ones have "Wings" the small winglike things that stick out near their shoulders.And yes, they'll occasionally have line edits.

I just love her. Her design is wonderful, and she spoke to me. I just wanna love on her and give her everything I've got. She is just so stunning and, again, her design is amazing; it's one-of-a-kind.

I will give her alot of attention, I will put her on her own thread, I will do and order art of her, and I will just love her. I jjust hope I get her so that I can call her my first mystic. I will never abandon her, and I will most likely come back to adopt more mistics.

I will try to do this today or tomarrow.

[albinny trancy]

Username: Deadman's Charade
Mystic's Name: I don't know why, but this Mystic looks like a Charlotte to me. She is called Charlie for short.
Gender: Female
Age: 29 years
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Lemon Cupcake

Tal. Sometimes a short form of Tallie or Talia, but in this case, it is just Tal. Tal's origin is Hebrew. It's meaning is 'Morning Dew'.

Female

29 years

.motherly.
Tal is very motherly towards mists, and she wishes to have some of her own someday. She is calm and caring, but she also has a short temper. Her motherly side only comes out around mists, and she 's just a sucker for them.
.bold.
Tal is also bold. She stands up for what she thinks is right, and she lets her thoughts be free. She will help you if you're in danger and she'll fight back if she has to. She hates to see anything suffer and kills her prey quickly and swiftly(If they eat meat).
.independant.
Tal is very independant. She likes to do things on her own, yet she would rather be in a small group. She likes to explore alone and usually is very stubborn when you try to help her. She may be dependant, but she hates being alone on a rainy day. Soon, she wishes to find a mate that will care for her and love her.

I yawned and opened my eyes. Light flowed in from a hole in the roots my father and I slept under them. His breaths came slowly, for he was asleep. Father had told me I was his sunshine, and that I was everything to him. He said He didn't care if Mother had gone into the forever-sleep to give me life. He promised to do whatever it takes to protect me. I smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Father, wake up!" I said. He blinked awake and smiled back at me. "Goodmorning, Tal." Father said. His words came smooth, but deep. I hopped out from under the roots and looked back at him. He followed me out and blinked in the sunshine. "You said we're gonna go down to the lake today." I reminded him. He nodded, "And we will." He said, heading down a path. I followed him until we reached the lake. "Wow." I said, my eyes sparkling as I stared out. We were now on a feild and completely exposed. Father slowly bennt down and picked me up by my scruff. As soon as I was secure, he took off, going fast towards the forest. A loud pop sounded. My father started to limp, but he still ran. Another pop sounded, and my father dropped me. I looked around, noticing a two-legged figure standing rearby, pointing a stick-like thing at me. He made a click, but my father pounced before the pop came. All I could see were two blobs as I watched them fight. I heard my father's one request as a flash of silver dug into his chest: run. I did as I was told, taking off. I reached the forest, but I kept on, tripping and stubling the whole way back to our den.
The scene past quickly before my eyes for the third time that night. I was older now, with a new den. My father's words echoed in my head as i stared into the midnight sky. the white specks all looked down upon me. I searched around, trying to find him. I smiled as I saw the star. It let out a magnificent glow as it sat next to the moon. I stood up and looked around the cave. It was empty and lonely, but I was used to it. I hadn't seen another mistic since my father, but I knew exactly what they looked like. I was one, so if I ever forgot, I could just look at my reflection in the water, but I mostly chose not to. When I stared in the water tonight, I knew what I would see- my father. I always saw him, and I knew he was looking over me and making sure I was alright. I layed back down and strted to fall into a light sleep. The moon acting as a friend, making sure that the dark wouldn't surround me. I soon fell asleep.

Mystics live up to 25-100 years and are rather slender creatures, with long fur from their tail, and the back of their legs.They are almost always natural colors, but special or rare ones, have markings that can be unnatural colored.Rare ones have "Wings" the small winglike things that stick out near their shoulders.And yes, they'll occasionally have line edits.

I just love her. Her design is wonderful, and she spoke to me. I just wanna love on her and give her everything I've got. She is just so stunning and, again, her design is amazing; it's one-of-a-kind.

I will give her alot of attention, I will put her on her own thread, I will do and order art of her, and I will just love her. I jjust hope I get her so that I can call her my first mystic. I will never abandon her, and I will most likely come back to adopt more mistics.

I will try to do this today or tomarrow.

[Curious]

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[Ray.]

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Splash Of Paint {call me Splash}
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