.:Username:. I am SeeingColors, pleased to make your acquaintance.
.:Mystic's Name:. Her name is Teine, which means fire in Scottish Gaelic. The reasons I chose this name would be that her golden coat reminds me of a gentle and tender flame.
.:Gender:. By the looks of her, she is a female considering the lack of spikes and that you can see her beautifully colored eyes.
.:Age:.She is around the age of twenty years old.
.ersonality:.Her personality is mainly the shy girl who hangs around the outskirts of her 'pack', while she gives into anyone who decides to over power her. But no one has given her a chance, a well needed chance. On the inside she is daring and bold, ready to take any risk thrown at her but she's never had the chance. How many of us have this happen? My life is like her's, where it seems like everything flies bye way to fast, too fast for her to do anything about it. But when she is with her selected few friends, she is talkative and loveable, even a flirt when the time it right She is also a very observant female, considering all the time she spends alone.
.:History:. Her beginning years were a rough few, considering her father was killed when she was only a few weeks old, leaving her loved mother work hard to care for her new litter. She was born into a litter of 3, which consisted of her two younger siblings : Aaron (her brother) and Dare (her sister). She was the eldest of her litter which made her the example to the younger two. Her brother was the largest of the three considering he is a male while her younger sister was roughly the same size of she. She would have to fight her way for food and milk, although not all those fights came out in her favor. When she was old enough to leave the small den her mother had scoped out months before, the world gave her a good fright from the sudden belt of rain clouds looming overhead. She isn't very found of this experience, but never the less she enjoys a good rain shower time from time.
Now, in her teenage years, she was picked on by the older Mystics for her small stature. She became a kind of outcast, wishing to live her days alone and to herself so she may not be judged. More Mystics would come to her and stir up a conversation, which she gratefully accepted with being quiet for so many days. She was not the type to ubject, either, so it didn't make much of a difference. Her tight nit circle began to grow with each day to a total of 4 other Mystics who would hang out with her by the lone oak. Her courage grew and she began to joke and play with her friends, daring them to scale the tree while she was dared herself multiple times.
In the present, she is currently hoping for a mate but is doubting this. She doesn't believe she is good enough from time to time, but her friends ubject and insist she should keep looking. Her courage has risen at this point, but she is still the shy little Mystic from her teenage years with her bubbly self trapped inside, just waiting to shine through.
.:Why do you want this Mystic:.I want this Mystic because she appeals to me, with her golden pelt and the intelligence hidden in her eyes. What else compells me to this certain Mystic? She does dare to be different. Her earing gives her a certain charm of a hidden personality begging to show itself, and I would love to be able to adopt her.
.:Short Story:. The scratch of claws on bark was distinctly heard to the young Mystics below as they watch the golden beauty making her way up the lone oak tree with determination etched into every feature of her muscles. She digs her claws into the bark like hooks as she tilts her head up in search of a handhold as her tail hangs with the wind blowing through her fur as if to tease her, edging her on. She takes another breath before making her way up once more. She reaches the last branch and sits down gracefully as hoots and hollers come from her friends down at the base of the ominous oak.
"Nice Teine!" Dare calls out to her with a wide grin, her silvery coat shining like her deceased father's would. The young Mystic smiled in pride back down at her younger sister before letting out a gentle laugh.
"Now, how do you suppose I get down from her?" the female in the tree asks, swinging her luxurious tail in the wind as the golden fur cascaded along the branch that she sat perched on. Dare just shrugs and Teine rolls her eyes faintly, yet just enough to let her sister see and you could hear her huff in annoyance. Teine grins innocently as she leans forwards, trying to grab hold of the bark with a good grip, attempting to get down from the large tree. She remembered how everytime Aaron tried getting down from the branch, he would jump, but considering he was almost double her size, that was out of the equation for her. She begins at a skid and her friends laugh, with a knowledge of what was to come next. Falling, most likely. But no, she held her grip as her claws found purchase in the rotting tree. She took a daring leap of at least 14 feet to the dirt ridden patch below her. She landed awkwardly but with a chuckle as everyone began to cheer.
"Thanks," she says shyly with a small smile, glad she was getting some recognition. To bad Aaron was out on a hunt with the pack... he would have enjoyed this.
"Let's get going, the hunters should be back any second," Lide, the eldest male in their small group, called out. He was always keeping charge, and everyone followed his commands out of loyalty for he was also the smartest alongside Teine. She jogs up to the group as her silky coat gets blown around, yet she manages to lack the looks of knots in her pelt. The smell of a fresh kill filters through her nose and she raises her head gracefully in the opposite direction of the sun, making her radiate with a smile. Lide and Dakota come up on either side of her and they make their way to the fresh carcass, eager for a tasty treat like every other day. But today wasn't like every other day, now was it? Teine scans the group of hunters in search of her brother's golden face. But there was none, only those of other Mystic males. No Aaron. Teine pushes her way through the forming crowd, leaving her friends in the back as they gave her funny looks, wondering what she was doing. She walks right up to the Lead Hunter with an eager look in her eyes, hoping for some explanation to her brother's whereabouts. The Lead Hunter just drops his head in dismay and she feels her throat tingle and her eyes water. He was dead. Her only brother was dead from the hunt.
"I'm sorry, Teine. He was speared by the stag's antler," the Lead Hunter says quietly before lifting his head once more and lets out a low howl and Teine joins in, along with the other Mystics in the pack... mourning for Teine's loss even though she was an always shy and quiet. Most barely even knew her. She will never forget that one moment in her life from the response of her pack. She grew tougher and more outgoing after this, trying to let her lost brother's characteristics live on with her sisterly love for him. This one moment changed her life, and she will never forget it as hard as she may try. Later that day she went in search of her brother's body, but it was never found and the outcome still haunts her to this day.