by ecolo » Wed May 18, 2016 1:12 am
Username: eveadelekitty
Name: Reale (ray-all)
Gender: F
Personality: Reale never escaped the period of childhood wonder, and since she was just a Viscling, she loved the sky. She was always amazed by it; the fluffy, wispy cirrus clouds, the puffy cumulus, the dark nimbus clouds. She loved to pretend she was a bird, and she still wishes she could grow wings and fly away. She can't fit on an airplane, as she takes up many seats, but she wishes she could. She's a very curious and clever girl, and she's generally nice to everyone, although the colour red startles her, and bright red Viscets make her bolt in fear. She enjoys picking berries, and making her own signature berry cake, made using a pre-baked pie crust (usually traded for) and a bunch of berries squished together, topped with mountains of whipped cream. She is a great collector, finding lost marbles, cool coins, and tiny trinkets, and she gives them to other Viscets all the time as gifts.
Favorite Time Of Year: Reale loves the winter, on the coldest days when the snow is like powder. The wisps of snow in the wind, the thick white powder catching in her fur. As she kicks up the snow, the wind brings it high into the sky like a firework, and settles on the ground. The shimmering snow catches the midday light perfectly as her fur gleams with the white blankets of frost falling on it in thick sheets. As the sun raises high in the sky, a blizzard kicks up, surrounding her with snow. She rolls and jumps through the storm like an acrobat, and catches it in her wispy tail, soaking her fur. Then, the cold freezes her fur, making her shimmer like crystals in the sunlight. In snowstorms, when her fur is frozen and covered in white fluff, she loves running up to her favourite lake, skating on the ice with her thick claws as the blizzard churns around her, making it feel like she's flying through the sky. The snow makes the ice slippery, like walking atop clouds, as the snow flies like the wispy cirrus, and she flies like a dove with wings of snow. Then Reale lands back on the ice, sliding and leaping like a figure skater, her fur whipping around in the wind like a fancy costume. When the blizzard calms and she leaves the frozen lake, she's cloaked in snow; making her look like an angel. Then she shakes the frost from her fur, and returns to playing in the snow.
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