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by ataraxic_gone » Mon May 14, 2018 3:17 am

Shaman of Prosperity
Johanna
10yrs, female
double, johanne, is dead
"I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at you window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Johanna"
a promising young shaman, Johanna was adept in the art of scrying, reading prophecies from the surface of the lake and in general showing all the signs of besting her successor's reputation. She had been the one to foretell the downfall of the old alpha, very adamant about it, in fact. She had not died, however, because the alpha believed she knew who would betray him and pestered her regularly about the matter. one day, while using the clear surface of the ice to scry she caught sight of something where her reflection should be. It was her, staring back with a wild look in her eye before she fell into the water. As she fell into the water the ice cracked and Johanna was faced with the cold body of herself. This began the young shaman's descent into madness. Constantly muttering about her that isn't her, that she buried herself- because she was true and the only her that ever could be.
Her brother and mentor did their best to tame her madness but after what she had seen she became more aware of the lake, constantly raving about the other side, only to fall on deaf ears. The position of shaman was considered lost after her mentor passed but she kept the title due to the occasional clear-headedness she would possess when calm.
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by paper planets » Mon May 14, 2018 3:08 pm
nimia — nim
— female — 3/4 years — ethiopian wolf
Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near
Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear
Isn't it lovely, all alone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone
Hello, welcome home
wip, a character will be here eventually
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