Sari has a very unique heritage. When he was born, he was presented by his parents with a cygnet who had hatched just hours before he had. This cygnet, affectionately dubbed Siggy, was to be Sari's lifelong companion- at least, until Siggy himself died. Sig was oh-so-very cute, but has unique eyes- a pale blue-gray like Sari's, instead of the usual dark color. Shortly after Siggy and Saritua hatched- not 6 months lager- Sari's parents were brutally killed, a straight-out murder at midnight. Luckily, Sari himself had been asleep, and so missed the actual killing- and the killers. He and Sig woke up the next morning distraught...but Siggy also had 3 siblings. The four of them became Sari's parents, siblings and best friends all at once from there on out.
Siggy had been abandoned as well by his mother, for unknown reasons. It is said that she simply had 'a sense' about the egg that wasn't quite right. In any case, Sig was both brother and son of Sari, in a sense. Although many more members of swan family came to join him over the years, none were quite as close to him as his Siggy. His parents may have been gone, but all of his swan family remained.
When Sari was about two years old, Siggy left him. Abandoned just as Sig had been two years ago. Now all that was left was the rest of the swan family, but he no longer trusted even them. Shortly afterward, only a few months later, Saritua made his decision and left behind his old swan family forever.
Sari turned five. He had sunk into his own quiet depression, and had just been living on the land. He was withdrawing closer and closer into himself, and soon there would be nothing left at all- nothing but an empty shell of what had once been Saritua. Every dawn he contemplated life, and every dawn he thought he was seeing that it was less worth living. One day when he was nearly ready to take his own life, another jewelie appeared. She was as gray as fog, and her outline shimmered white, like she was almost not there. She was a miracle. "My name is Mirage," she said in a soft, reverberating voice. The little clearing, once so amber and green and full of life, had darkening, and swirling tendrils of fog reached all over the forest floor.
"Hm?" Sari responded bleakly. "Did you have to interrupt at such a time...Mirage?"
"I will do what is necessary to intervene with the inevitable," she replied. Her bright blue eyes twinkled gently. "You need to come out of this shell. Go. Go, Saritua." He didn't bother asking how she knew his name. "Go to the city." She sensed him stiffening, and forewarned it with, "Do not be afraid, Saritua. You know in your heart that you need to be with civilization again. You've become a wasted hermit, is what you are, and you need to come out of that." She paused. "Sari. Sari? Are you even hearing this?" She crept closer.
"You're just a Mirage," he murmured hazily. "Is that why you got your name?"
"I gave myself this name," she replied, "because I felt that it was needed. I am not a ghost, but a spirit- call me the spirit of the forest, if you will.
"Uh?" Sari blinked at her. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean," said Mirage, rolling her eyes, "that I am a spirit guardian of the forest. And I am telling you to go." Her shimmery outline began to fade, and her voice weakened also. "I am going now, Saritua. I cannot stay for long. If you look in your heart, you know that. But remember this.
Living with the swans your whole life has not done you poorly. But the swans are not everything. You have scarcely even seen that of your own race. Go to the Jewel Maned Dragons, Saritua. Go to their city..." The last wisp of her voice carried out on the wind.
Sari, although he knew she had left, nodded numbly. Go he would, and he would socialize and meet his own kind again.
Sari had his sixth birthday among new friends who had become his 'adopted' family. Living in the town had been pleasant enough, but he was always uneasy. A few of his closest friends had recognized this- a certain restlessness he always seemed to carry. He longed for the open space, and needed teh fresh air, not these horribly cramped, smoggy buildings. Pollution was in the air, and only his keen sneses had taken note of it. He bid a sparse couple of his friends a forlorn goodbye, and then, in the night after his birthday, slipped away.
For Sari, the years just slid out from under his paws. He turned eight, nine, ten. Living on the land, a real woodsmen, farming simply for his living. He had long built himself a fine little cabin, with a bedroom, a living room with a fireplace, a kitchen and a bathroom, and he had never really needed anything else. He liked living simply, but felt so alone sometimes.
Then the swans began to come back and visit him.
One by one. Two by two. The days marched on, and by the time he was twelve, seventeen swans were cuddled on his leather padded couch, on the stones by the fireplace, squatting in the sink, and anywhere else they could pleasantly settle themselves. Sari was ecstatic, and not just that the very same birds who had abandoned him so long ago had returned to find him safe and content. He had real, actual, living company- not the bodiless, cold creatures of his imagination. They had come back. And so had he.

Oh, must we share this with you? It is not common knowledge.
Oh, very well.
His crush is
Lunar Eclipse. He believes he and her could make a great couple-
unless she's already taken o.o


Can't Be Tamed- by Miley CyrusHe believes the song, at least somewhat accurately, describes himself. He is wild and carefree, and while he usually is guarded, wary and mysterious, he is firm set in his ways and cannot be changed.
His second favorite song-
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark- by Fallout BoysBecause it is an awesome song, and while he has not ever experienced anything similar to this song, Sari simply loves the attitude of the song- fierce and mysterious. {Plus, he just loves the tune...just...the tune...}

6, 6, 6! After 6 is 64, closely followed by 18.

His favorite season is, without a doubt, spring. He loves that the land is still blanketed in snow, but also new buds are beginning to bloom everywhere. Sari thinks that the pale green colors on the stark white snow flurries are an interesting mix, and the little yellow, purple and pink wildflower blossoms that pop up are quite beautiful as well. Then, when winter finally gets shoved aside and spring really gets going, he thinks it is only even more pretty. <3

Sari's favorite color is, obviously, a very light grey. Very, very light, but not quite white. {Gahhh, the rhyyymmmes >w<} It's not just for his own shades of color, but also his favorite weather, and because he thinks it a simple but pretty color. A minty green and leafy green are colors close behind, for nature, and then a bright, almost flamey orange- a "loud" color, he calls it, and he likes it- closely followed, finally, by black. Midnight black.

His favorite weather is when the sky is overcast, but not stormy, and not necessarily dark. The grey blanket over the skies, like rolling fog, is comforting and peaceful to him, and allows him to think. He doesn't mind it when the sun shines, but it is a bit bright for his tastes, and he dislikes any type of stormy weather because he cannot fly in it. So he has chosen a medium of weather as his favorite.

He loves toast. Toast with peanut butter. The crunchy kind. It's just about his favorite food. He loves bread because, well, he's based off of a swan, and I know that's a demeaning stereotype of waterfowl in general, but he does love his bread.
And peanut butter because peanut butter is delicious and yes, plus he loves the way it sticks to his mouth. {And the peanut bits in it. Mmmm.}

Swan. Duh! cx

Peep. He loves that it can be read the same way both forward and backward {the complete opposite of himself}, and it is so fun to say. Whenever he is referring to a group, he calls them 'peeps', or 'his peeps' sometimes.
"E l e g a n t l y a r c h i n g h i s
t a l l a n d g r a c e f u l n e c k , t h e s w a n h e r a l d s
t h e d a w n w i t h a r i n g i n g m e r r y v o i c e ."

Saritua is as graceful as they come. He moves with the light, fluid agility of a dancer, and his smooth movements do not go unnoticed. He can slip and twist, turning and bending and contorting his body into fantastical shapes. He is flexible and sturdy- although he has a solid build of muscle and fluffy fur, beneath that is slim, lean tendons, slightly worn from the years of use but also well-built from experience. He is strong and steady, and never gives in- he can leap, soar and dash with an ease unknown to many other JMDs. He even appears to be almost liquid, like a thick river of bone, fur and muscle over a well-exercised build. His swan-like grace is both beautiful to the eye and appealing to the body.
Despite his usual solitude, Saritua can also be loud. Like. Very. Loud. He can shout and honk and make a general racket for all he's worth, because no one cares. He lives out in the woods, in the countryside. He can be as loud as he likes, which naturally pleases him immensely.