[IzzyBee]

[center]User:
-IzzyBee-
Name:
Gratia, means Grace in Latin, also goes by Gracie, or Tia
Personality:
Grace is a silent, thoughtful female, she always observes from afar and doesn't like to be the center of attention, she's very endearing, and will compliment on those she trusts.
She's very intelligent and can solve problems, but doesn't like to make big decisions, and because of that she depends on people, but can act independent and doesn't mind being alone, she usually thinks when alone, she keeps her thoughts to herself accept when they get to be too much on her and she goes into depression or a fit of anger.
When she warms up to people she is a fun-loving, sweet caring girl, when she isn't fishing, one of her favorite pasttimes she is usually found late at night gazing up at the stars.
Gender:
Female
History:
...Panting, running, cowering...

I ran, for as long as I remembered, I was so young then, a mere calf I was. I remembered collapsing in exhaustion, I had ran to the ocean, a place I always loved. Then I awoke at a touch, it wasn't soft or gentle like my parents, it was more rough, I groaned and rolled over, my blurry vision had grown worse, I didn't remember anything but landing on the ground in sheer tiredness.

Then I saw a brightly colored one of my kind... I blinked and struggled to roll back onto my belly, I stared at him, blinking hard to see if my blurred vision would improve, nothing. I grunted than looked at the bright male, and lowered my head.

"What are you doing alone instead of with other females?" He asked, his voice strong, he seemed like a warrior, a muscular looking male. I stood, my legs weak and wobbly, then I looked down, the orange from my skin was fading again. I ignored the male's comment, "Do you know where to find some redwood bark and some conch shells?" I asked, my voice raspy and sounding a bit intimidating.

The male cocked his head and looked at me, "Find it yourself...” He said in a huff and turned and ran into the forest.

I snorted softly, in distress and began down to the water, I needed to get the bark and the shell to repaint my skin, I always did. I never forgot to. I soon felt the water lapping against my claws, the burnt flesh of my feet was soothed by the cold waves that washed against my feet, I waded deper in, my head close to the water, the soothing sound made me calm.

I bent my head under the water, still blurry, I surfaced and took a deep breath and submerged my head in, looking for the whitish shells I used to make paint. Then I spotted on, the blurry white shape at the floor of the sea, I opened my mouth and picked the empty shell up, then surfaced. Luckily I didn't have to go as deep as I usually did.

Once I found the bark I was looking for I made my paint, the dark orange paint covered my claw before I began to paint my face, the markings I knew so well, then on my wings..Paws...And my tail..
I froze the missing tail claw. I winced, remembering it all too well now...

It was just a while ago, I was sleeping in the den with my sibling, the quiet night was upon us and I crawled out, I smiled at the stars and moon, just barely visible under the darkening clouds. Then I felt rain fall on my face, making the pain on my face begin to run down my muzzle, and drip off like orangey blood that clouded my identity. I squeaked in alarm then I heard thunder, I cried out again, and ran back to the den, then I hit the wall, stunned I fell to the floor. I awoke when smoke filled my lungs, I coughed and stood up, my eyes clouded with smoke, then I blindly ran out of the den and into the forest, calling loud for help, then I hit another tree witch when I was aware, began to fall toward me, Then was stuck under a fallen branch, the tree groaned and then fell, Just missing my body, but falling on my tail, the crunch told me something bad happened.

I cried harder, I needed help, I cried until I passed out, smoke filling my lungs and my skin beginning to become burned from the flames and heat.

Then when I felt movement I looked down and I was free, in a forest of ashes, and silence. I felt dizzy and my vision my slightly blurry, when I struggled to stand I was covered in burns and I was plain, no orange paint was found on my skin, but worst of all one of my tail claws was missing. I grunted and looked around, what to do now?

I ran back to the den and my sibling was standing in the corner, cowering, he was hurt, hid body had cuts and his wings looked bent awkwardly, "Run Grace...Run, and never stop...” He panted, sounding scared and serious, "Go, or they'll get you too..." He said, his eyes were glazed over and he looked deranged now, "GO!" He yelled, his voice cracking and ceasing to a wheeze.

I looked at him, knowing how he must be serious, I turned and ran, unsure at first, my feet aching so much, tears flowed down my cheeks in pain, and I ran and ran...



I had remembered it all too well, and I didn't, once the paint had dried on my skin I gave a weak smile. Now what? Find a group of females? They wouldn't accept a silent, thoughtful, scarred female like me..Ha, I stay here until someone accepts me for me...

Age:
20 years
Other:
Is missing a tail claw, the pink parts are burn scars, not markings.

Nagai Ashi copyright to Gigmon
Lines to Tundra

[Gigimon]

User: -IzzyBee-
Name: Gratia, means Grace in Latin, also goes by Gracie, or Tia
Personality: WIP
Gender:Female
History: WIP
Age: 20 years
Other: Is missing a tail fin (Is it a fin?)

Nagai Ashi copyright to Gigmon
Lines to Tundra

*tail spike/claw
looking great

[IzzyBee]

Awesome, that helps..X3