Username:
Baratheon
Number of daeet you want to adopt:
Female 02
Reason why you want to adopt it:
I love the blue colors of her blanket, plus the slight yellow tint around of her eyes.
Desired name:
Harper
Age:
I imagine her as around 17
Personality:
Harper is as cold and fierce as the shades of blue on her blanket. Her cold exterior covers up her true personality. On the inside, she is a caring and loving, but her hard and rigid outside never let's it show. Well, except during winter. On a cold winter's eve, with snow lightly covering the ground and a certain crispness in the air. Harpers eyes shine in such a way that when you look into them, you are almost looking into her soul. Harper is a good leader, no doubt, as long as you don't get in her way.
History:
Harper's parents look down at her with love filled eyes. At this point, Harper imagined her perfect life with her parents. She and her younger brother, Xavier, would grow up in a loving "home" , with loving parents and live a loving life. She would meet a nice Daeet, and have a baby of her own. But that wasn't her life, not at all. It's funny how it all can change, just...like...that.
Harper's mom and brother huddled around her, trying to keep warm. "He should've been back by now" she murmurs. Harper's dad went hunting almost two hours ago, and he was never late bringing home food for his family."He'll be fine, sweetie." her mom said, though the quiver in her voice said otherwise. "Be I'll go check around. He can't be far. Stay here with Xavior." Harper's mom left.
Five minutes later, Harper heard the worst sound she had ever heard. Her mom's scream. She jumped up and ran towards the dreadful noise with Xavior following close behind. She came upon a human hunter's trap, and to her dismay, see saw the dark blue of her father's fur, and the gray of her mother's. She let out a wail of sorrow, for see saw that her parents were not moving. Large metals claws from the cage dug into her parents fur. Xavior ran past Harper. "MOMMA! DADDY!!!" he sceamed in horror and bolted toward the metal death cage. "No! Xavior! Stop!" Harper yelled. But it was too late. The cage had already eve loped him in metal teeth and he let out a whimper as he breathed his last breath.
Harper sat there, looking at the cage. For how long, know one knows. Eventually, she had to try to return to life. She didn't know what to do. But she did know one thing, she couldn't stay here.Not with all the memories.
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Where will it be used?
How will you use it?
Other
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