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I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow. What d'you say?
I've got my ticket for the long way 'round
The one with the prettiest of views
It's got mountains, it's got rivers
It's got sights to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my walk
You're gonna miss me by my talk, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
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{{name ;;
This beautiful albino holds the name of Mentlana, which is Inuit for 'pink snow' though it is not uncommon for her to go by the nickname of Lana since she feels that her full name sounds too old for her.
The name given to her is there due to the snow white color of her fur, along with her eyes which are the shade of a pinkish-red because of her being an albino. I just found that the name would be rather fitting for the little girl.
{{gender ;;
Lana is indeed a female specimen and is highly happy to be one, finding that boys - though cute - aren't really something she would would want to be.
{{age ;;
In human years, Mentlana would be considered around fifteen or sixteen, though she does act mature for her age from time to time.
{{personality ;;
Lana has a rather strange personality, and when I say that I don't really mean that she so much herself is strange as a being, but more like her personality can be quite different from itself, if that makes any sense. Mentlana has many personality attribrutes, that's what we'll say.
For starters, this little albino is a very happy creature and does love spreading her happiness over to other people. If laughter is contagious she spreads it like a wildfire and does her best to keep it going, not wanting anyone to try and put it out, and if they do, then she merely retaliates and works to make it that much stronger. It's because of this that you could say that Lana is also highly stubborn when she wants to be and won't be diverted from any sort of task until she has seen it through. Both adventurous and ambitious, she loves to try new things and do new things all the time. Wisdom is something that comes through experience, and so Mentlana feels to have many experiences with many different things in order to gain the priceless gem that is wisdom. Playful, Lana loves to have a good time with friends and enjoys nothing better than getting to hang out with the people she loves most in this world. She likes keeping her friends and family close, and her enemies closer. Despite her normal sweet and rather docile temperament, don't be fooled, as this albino can have quite the raging temper on her if you provoke her enough. Even if she doesn't look like it, Lana is actually a very fiery little girl and, when you mess with her friends or upset her to her breaking point, you better hold onto your hat because it's sure to be a wild storm that isn't likely to blow over any time soon. If there are any flaws to this girl, it's that she can hold a grudge. Loyal to her friends, Lana makes them her top priority - them and her family. She will always put them before herself and will always make sure that, no matter what, they are always safe and out of harm's way. She'd do anything to make sure they're content and happy in their life, even if it means momentarily cluttering her own.
{{history ;;
Lana's history is really rather simple. She grew up with her mother and her father and her two sisters and little brother. Being the eldest out of all four children of her parents, this is what invoked the protective side of her personality as Mentlana had always felt it to be her own responsibility to look out for her brother and sisters; a job she did very well. Even today, with her siblings be a bit older - though the youngest is still only six - Mentlana still feels the need to keep a careful eye over each one as if they were mere youngsters still in need of constant watching over. But Lana doesn't feel burdened by any of this. Actually, she loves doing it, and knows that it is a great help to her mother and father who need some time away every now and then. Also, this has instilled in Lana a deep desire to one day have a family of her own, and it's yet to be a fantasy that's been sullied by anything. Of course, Mentlana has never found that special someone, though she's still young so she does have time, but she is still hoping that maybe one day she will get to be a real mother.
{{story ;;
-- written from Mentlana's viewpoint --
It was quite sunny out today. The sky was a brilliant saphire blue and the birds were singing their lovely chorus especially beautiful today, so I decided it would be a good idea to take my sisters and brother - Akitla, Serena, and Kolya - out to the small field behind our house where they could enjoy the nice warm summer sun and the comfortable breeze that accompanied it.
Once I had finally gotten little Kolya to decide on what toy he wanted to bring with him, we all happily went out to the field. Despite it being settled behind our home and a little ways out, it wasn't often we got to go out and play there, and now that the wheat had grown up, it was the ideal place.
As soon as we arrived, my sisters and brother ran out to begin their day of play, while I seated myself on the top of a grassy knoll nestled near the center of the field. From here I could look out over all sides of the field and keep an eye on my younger siblings, but I could also watch the beautiful golden wheat as the breeze blew through it, creating a wave-like affect. It was, to say the least, a rather hypnotizing affect.
The warm rays of the sun gently splashed down upon the little knoll and the field, soaking everything in it's path in a comfortable warm blanket-like feeling. It reminded me of how it might feel should someone you truly love came up and wrapped you in the biggest bear hug. But it was a comfy feeling, not too warm or squishing upon oneself. I looked up from my thoughts, checking on my brother and sisters who were giggling away to a game of hide-and-seek among the wheat. I watched their furry heads pop up every now and then, just to disappear. Apparently it was Kolya's turn to be 'it'.
As I sat there watching, I studied my siblings. Out of all four of us, I was the only one who was an albino. The rest were not. Akitla, though her fur was just as white as my own, had stunning green eyes that pierced right through you. She was the more boisterous of the younger three. Then there was Serena whose fur was a warm chocolate brown in color, and her eyes were even darker than that. She was the gentle one. Friendly, but soft-spoke and never one to be loud. Then there was Kolya. His fur was a pitch black and his eyes a stunning ice blue which stood out against the contrast of his dark fur. Out of any of them, he was the most shy, hardly ever speaking though you might not guess around his sisters. We, and Mama and Papa, were the only ones he was comfortable around. Anyone else he was silent as a mute.
These observations, however, got me wondering. There had been more than one instance in which I had gotten teased over my being an albino, and more than once I remember crying over it to Mama, though she had always dried my tears and told me that I was different, yes, but that being different was a good thing, should only one choose to see it that way. I'd listened to her words, and continued on with my life. But still the thoughts of the others' taunts still rang in my ears every now and then, and from time to time I'd feel that pinch of hurt within me. But I would shove it away again because I knew Mama was right. No matter what anyone might try to do or tell you - being different was good. They could laugh because I was different, but I would laugh because they were all the same. I couldn't let their past teasing get to me now, because that was before, this is now and there will always be a tomorrow. So I know that I must not let my yesterdays get in the way of my tomorrows. I wouldn't ever see my being different as a bad thing, as it would always be my albino-ness that made me who I was. It was my own special little sprinkling that made me my own person, and that was a gift I knew I should never take for granted.