Name:Lily
Pen: #1
What will you use it for: She'd be my character and I will definitely draw her. She is just looks like she needs to be drawn, like she is willing me to draw her (if that makes any sense lol). I'll add her to the character I've been meaning to make for the past week, she's kind of given me a little inspiration to get that done in the hopes that she will be added to it. Gosh, and I'd love her to pieces!
Why do you want it: o.o Where to begin? She immediately caught my eye out of all of the Crystinalians waiting to find a home. Her colors are so intense and bright. She reminds me of my most beloved thing in the entire world: sunsets. I love bright and unexpected designs like the one on Lily. The dark fading to light reminds me of the rising sun which, oddly enough, fills me with happiness.The warmth of her colors makes me happy and I feel close to her, which is why I've named her after an individual in my life who is very close to me. The dark fading to light reminds me of the rising sun which, oddly enough, fills me with happiness. She is just so beautiful, I could ramble on all day.
Personality: She is a curious girl, I must say. She's a sly, seductive, and mysterious and who won't take no for an answer. She is cunning and witty, and sometimes reserved and quiet. She's not crazy or the kind of 'everybody look at me' person. She's subtle but at the same time bold and extravagant. As much as she loves trickery and outsmarting others, she hates being the center of attention. She also hates being in a crowd and too much loud noise around her. For her, peace and quiet are bliss.
History: I was born into a rather large family. I had three siblings, two brothers and one sister. My brother's names were Savan (who was smaller than Dharvall, but smarter than he.) and Dharvall (who was the strongest Crystinalian I'd ever met. Even at a young age, I knew he was going to be a fierce leader.), they were the trouble makers of the family. They were always getting into things they shouldn't and pestering my sister and I. Which brings me back to my sister; her name was Ella. She was a small and timid creature, but she was so beautiful and gentle, I swore I'd never let anything hurt her, or any other ember of my family for that matter. All these years later I still regret not being able to save them.
(Nothing very eventful happened when I was a newborn or in the early weeks of my cub hood, nothing much can when you're that little.)
It was a warm spring morning the day it happened. At the time my siblings and I were around a year and a half of age and we had out hunting with our parents. The sun had shone down on my pelt and warmed it; that mixed with the melting snow beneath my paws had been an amazing feeling. I's felt to uplifted and happy that day, I'd felt invincible. My parents had let us hunt by ourselves as long as we didn't get too far away from them. I had (of course) disobeyed their rules as soon as I was out of eye sight. I'd just felt too excited that I was by myself to really think about all the dangers of being alone. I'd stopped to sniff the air and immediately my nose caught the scent of a rabbit near by. I vaguely remember burying myself in the snow and catching the rabbit. I proudly walked back to the clearing where I'd last seen my parents and siblings. What I'd seen made me drop the rabbit. The snow was splattered crimson red and there were bunches of fur here and there. I'd run up to the blood and sniffed it. I could smell my family, and the strongest scent was Ella's.
I had followed the trail of blood to a strange building (I later found out that it was called a wear house). Now the smell of blood was so overwhelming I wanted to puke. I stealthily scouted out the place and could see several men standing around a truck unloading its supplies. My heart sunk when I'd seen my family's bodies packed up in a crate. At first I'd been too horrified and sad to even think, to even cry. Then overwhelming furry shot through my body to the point where I was shaking. I remember a rather skinny man saying
"Look what I just got! It was a nice, clean kill." I still remember his face, and I knew I would never forget it. I was going to avenge their deaths.
And so here we are, two years later. I'm currently perched in a tree waiting the the man to get out of his truck, which is undoubtedly filled with more of my kind. I hear the engine click off and the key taken out of the ignition. The door handle is pulled and the door opens. 3...2..1. The deed is done.
(I hope I'm not too late and that this isn't too gruesome ^^')
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