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i'm sorry it's been awhile since i last did one so i thought maybe a should make a extremely rare one right, ok.... and also wish me luck my b-day is in march and i am begging my mom to get me a tablet.

So as i said above this female Alati is extremely rare, so far this is the Alati trusted most by the spirit world, the feather's she wear's are from the spirit's which she helped. something else about this alati is that she is over the normal age limit, and she proudly stand's at 1,288 year's old, she has died before but brought back to life by the spirit's, but the death made a small strip of white hair appear on her head, which stayed with her.

to win this girly fill out this form, best one win's on the 17th

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Alati's Name:
Story about Alati: (150+ word's)
Alati's personality:

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UserName: {artistic}
Alati's Name: WindDancer
Story about Alati: (150+ word's)
This is the story of how I died...
The wind whipped Dancer's hair, lifting it with gravity-defying gentleness. She stood, braced on the top of a barren mountaintop as the elements howled around her small body with deafening noise. The roar of waves far below jolted Dancer into a flashback-
The dragon spread his wings and roared. A terrible roar, full of death and memories as old as time. Then the black beast snaked his neck down and looked Dancer's father in the eye...
The young Alati shook herself and stepped closer to the cliff edge. Her wings tucked tightly against her body, tied tightly with vines. There would be no survival reflex. Her mother was gone. Her father, her older brother and baby sister, all taken by that shadowy beast that dropped out of the night sky like a dead star. Except the dragon was very much alive. But it was more then that...
WindDancer slipped. Pebbles clattered down the mountainside. The dark beast whipped his head around until his eyes were level with hers. Looking into his eyes was like seeing your whole life and realizing it was worth less then nothing. Looking deep into those smoldering amber eyes Wind saw a creature who had faced death so many times it didn't matter.
A single tear ran down Dancer's cheek, soon to be whipped away by the wind.
She jumped.

(Sorry if it isn't long enough, I'll add more if I need to.)
Alati's personality: WindDancer is a practical, honest Alati. She is somewhat of a loner, and has great healing skills, so she often works as a traveling physician.

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omg im so sorry, i lost these for awhile, this might be the last alati from me for awhile, she`s yours:)

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Yay! Thank you!