
● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
a shimmer of light within a dark sea, amaranth may not come off as much but she is a gem in the rough, sadly her
menacing temper makes the curious write her off as just another one of the fierce maidens of the sea. bottled up
anger with a pinch of melodrama is amaranth summarized poorly, which the beauties of her tribe often do. there
is so much more to her than what meets the eyes; if only someone had the patience to see beyond the worst side
of her. she may be a predator but there is a softer side to her, one that enjoys collecting things from the land of
the walking and watching the clouds form shapes. amaranth's personality doesn't fit the mould of her bloodthirsty
nature. she is a hunter of the sea, she preys upon the weak and devours the beasts feared by men with her claws
and teeth daily- she is not gentle by any definition. stemming from this clash of personality and nature is a savage
temper that keeps others from figuring amaranth out. in the heat of the moment amaranth becomes a demon but
once things cool down she is often left with regret. she doesn't enjoy being vicious even if the tribe takes pride in
being so- worst of all she herself is afraid of the monster lurking just beneath her skin, fighting against her to gain
the freedom to roar its ugly head to the world. misunderstood and secluded, amaranth feels like a fiend.
══════════════════════════════════
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
══════════════════════════════════










