Name of Serenche: Serenade
Personality: Serenade is a little friendly once he's with you for a little bit, but even then he's mostly shy and reserved. He can't stand any sort of violence, which is one reason he wears his blindfold. He believes that if he can't see anything, especialy violence, then his life will be happier. He doesn't befriend others very often, the reason being because he has a hard time trusting others; that and others most likely avoid him because of his blindfold. On another note, he, like most other creatures, is terifyed of the unknown. He is especialy terifyed of humans, more so than most, and none who know him seem to know why. It's just something he never seems to tell anyone. That's the thing with Serenade; He never seems to let anyone know what he's feeling, thinking, or his past through his body language, or anything else for that matter. Lastly, Serenade is the pure defenition of lonely. Many times, he's tried to find a mate or join a pack, but he's always chased off due to his blindfold and wings... Or he just gets scared from the tension. All the opposet party has to do is just look at him wrong, and he'll run the other way; He can't see the look they give, but he can sense the feeling behind it. Skiddish and scared, Serenade is just a sweet little Serenche who just wants the violence to stop.
History:As I walked Through the forrest, I could feel the warm sunlight ripple through the trees, the cool spring zephyrs race through my fur and mane, and the fresh waters of the river dance in and out of my toes. Rare birds, the likes of which a human had probably never seen, sang their beautiful melodies from the treetops. I lapped up some of the cool river water into my parched mouth. At times like these, I always thought back to my childhood. Back when everything was simple, when I was loved. When the gift of sight wasn't so painful.
My mother was a single parent for myself, my brother, and my older sister. Whenever we asked where our father was, she would always say, "He's long gone," Or, "He's dead." And for the longest time, we believed her. When we asked what he was like, she looked away, and we never pressed any further.
Other than having no father, my childhood was no different from any other. I would roughhouse and play with my siblings in the tall grass by our den, watch in facination as a bug buzzed by. Now that I think of it, it must have been hard for my mother; we always gave her so much trouble. What I remeber the most was how we'd all go swimming in the small stream just a quick walk from the den in the spring and summer. I remeber how much fun we'd had, and how it was the place where everything had changed.
I fluttered my wings slightly remembering how my mom used to call me her "little Angel" whenever she could. I took another drink out of the river to try and remeber the rest; it had been so long ago...
My memories took me back to a humid summer day. The air was still as the insulation from the trees made things even hotter. Our mother had told us to go ahead to the stream without her. She would catch up to us later. It almost seemed like she never did.
We had been playing at the stream for almost an hour, and our mother still hadn't arrived.
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by Alinia » Thu Jan 27, 2011 12:01 pm 
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