Pet's ID Tag: #116
Name You'd Choose for It: Orenda
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I love her natural, earthy colors, and the faded blue. Her desgins are really pretty. xD
History/Background/Other: It happened six years ago.
"Daddy," She had said. "Let's go to the meadow today."
A meadow, a pasture bathing in the evening sun.
A fallen.
She sits upon the grass, petite mocha ears twitching ecstatically. Ignorant to the fact that he is dead.
Time passes, and when she looks back, he is not moving.
She puts her fingers to her ears, and screams, a blood-freezing yell escaping her mouth that shatters the meadow into shivers.
She could never figure out how he died.
Every time she tried to think about it, all it did was resurrect the memories of her mother's death- drowning in the flames, gasping for breath, only to swallow more fire, blood camouflaged with the fiery hues of the flames.
So that is why she has always avoided grass, and fire.
As a young child, Orenda was carefree. She was, like her name could insist, a magical power. She, in many senses, lived and let live. Not a care in the world, had she, and so she was simply a flower of life and love.
But when her two parents died, she avoided grass, and water. Her brother had been whisked away to some fancy place, and she was left alone.
Perhaps not. She had never been left alone, simply... she stayed back because it was her wish.
To live a life without fire nor grass is hard. Yet Orenda found herself the ideal.
Her fur was now stained with earthy hues, having gotten rid of the grassy greens that used to ornament her pelt.
The sun no longer warms her fur, so she buries herself into a cave, where she loses the brightness of her pelt. She becomes a dull brown wolf, with nothing left to live for. Nothing left to love.
And yet, one day, she finds a pool.
And, on top on the pool, hanging from the cave's rugged ceiling, lie perfect crystals, like icicles, yet they form a diamond chandelier.
She takes a tentative step forward, and for once, in such a long time, she sees her reflection. Frowning, dirty, dull.
She feels her legs weaken.
Feels herself plunge into the pool's waters.
And surprisingly, the waters do not bring death.
They bring life, and scar her pelt with blue forever.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Sorry for the weird history... I just re-read Mockingjay, so I kinda wove in some of the sadness and whatnot. And most of it is in present tense... which isn't really normal for me. :s