VOLK #48 - Female - Willow
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Info wrote:Volks are immortal nocturne wolf-like creatures, found by humans in a foreign planet a few years ago. Volks do not breed and the birth of these creatures is still unknown.
Their main features are very long ears and tail, feathers on their cheek fur and tail and long and sharp claws. Their pupils are always the exact same color as the iris, making it look like they have no pupil at all. Their feathers, nose, claws, ear fur and tongue glow in the dark. Their size is close to a wolf's. Volks are very agile creatures due to their slim bodies, making it easy for them to escape in any kind of situations. They can easily swim and climb trees. Volks have an omnivore diet, even though they feed mostly on fruits.
Volks are smart creatures, extremely friendly and curious. Some of them are usually tamed by humans before reaching their maturity. Once you tame a wolf, both you and your wolf receive the same marking on the same body part, representing your bond. Some markings are simple and some markings are complex - the complexity of the marking matches the effort of the taming process.
Wolves of Rain wrote:User: Wolves of Rain
Volk's Name: Willow
Gender: Female
Accessory Suggestion: An arm bracelet decorated with the sky(clouds, the sun?) down one of her forelegs.
Personality: Willow is a solemn and quiet volk. She often needs time to herself. Unintentionally emotional, Willow needs a gentle touch and soft voice to bring out her inner self. Otherwise, you can expect silence. She loves playing, though may not always be up to it. Willow especially loves the challenge of frisbee. Not so much the social butterfly, she loves friends but doesn't often show it. She is very relatable and empathetic but isn't the first one to spark conversation or touch up with. In times of frustration she can get snappy, but in times of anger Willow may find herself turning sadistic.
Why are they crying?: Willow is from a seashore den, right along the coast of warm, jellyfish infested waters. When she was born, the jellyfish on her fur were thought to be a sign, a bad sign, thus she was banished. This is the myth of Willow's homeland that is the source for the superstition:Birds once did not fly. Birds once lived past the horizon, in a place invisible from a stand point along the coast. Instead, the jellyfish could fly. Their long tentacles could propel them in lazy, fluid motions through the currents and through the sky. Their jelly-tops were like balloons. At the time, they were called lanterns. Peculiar lights in the sky that made the world light up. But one day, a young lantern had flown out over sea, very far off. They were flying, flying for fun when the young jellyfish realized her mistake. She could see beyond the horizon, she had crossed the boundaries she was told never to step over because a danger was hidden on the other side. The birds were on the other side. They couldn't fly, because they didn't know how, but if a lantern was in sight, they would see how they flew and know how to fly. The cries of hundreds of birds as they saw her from this far off land was not good news. The sharp-eyed hawks, eagles, owls, and falcons would tell their bird friends how to fly when they could see. In a panic, the young lantern flew her way back to land as quickly as possible to warn the rest of her kind. But it was too late. The birds followed, their fast, strong wings traveling faster than the calm tentacles of the young lantern. The birds overtook the lanterns in seconds, flooding their side of the horizon like a dark cloud. The sky was theirs now that they knew how to use it. The lanterns panicked, trying to escape, but they could not walk or run, or even fly as fast as the birds. Instead, they were tossed into the sea. The saltwater stung their eyes and hurt their skin, making them cry in pain. But worst of all; they could not return to the sky. They were trapped in the water by it's weight, and any one lantern that managed to reach the surface was thrown away by the birds. In sadness, the now jellyfish began weeping. Their tears were captured by their many tentacles, and forced some of them into the wobbly, curvy shaped limbs that hold them deeper in the depths of the sea.
Why do you want this volk?: I love jellyfish, the shape, the movement, the strangeness of their bodies. I once loved drawing scenes of birds and jellyfish in the sky, often accompanied by a willow. The story itself was inspired by this and an African tale about cheetahs. I thought this volk was perfect, and reminded me of many past happy memories. Her story, maybe not so much. Purple isn't so much my favorite color, but it gives the volk a sense of ocean as the deep, dark water that is in it as well as a calming sense in the rich shades. Finally, I love the creativity of incorporating the crying jellyfish.
Abilities: 1&3 aka Hearing and Smell