wolf pack adoption by turtlegirl110
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Re: wolf pack adoption
by Wilte » Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:45 am
Name: Lily
Gender: Female
Username: Wilte
Personality: Bubbly, confident, outgoing.
History:
Once every few centuries or so, there's legend that when a flower dies, it will come to life again with the sun. A single lily, bound with a ribbon and as bright as a sunset, was tossed away after it began to wilt. During the night, the drooping flower shriveled up, but when the sun came up, instead of a pile of petals, a boisterous puppy was in its place. She remembers being a flower, and loves water and the sun. (And all things green!)
Gender: Female
Username: Wilte
Personality: Bubbly, confident, outgoing.
History:
Once every few centuries or so, there's legend that when a flower dies, it will come to life again with the sun. A single lily, bound with a ribbon and as bright as a sunset, was tossed away after it began to wilt. During the night, the drooping flower shriveled up, but when the sun came up, instead of a pile of petals, a boisterous puppy was in its place. She remembers being a flower, and loves water and the sun. (And all things green!)
-----------〚Ｉｆ ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｎｅｅｄ， ｔｈｅｎ ａ ｓｏｌｄｉｅｒ Ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ．〛-----------
Rising onto my feet, I was left with nothing to
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
But I'm not afraid.
do but accept these inexplicable truths as my last source of comfort.
I wasn't dead. At least, I didn't think so. I don't remember how I got here, or why I came. I could possibly be dreaming, I suppose; that would explain the terribly strange occurrences that haunt every footstep taken in this place. The land itself is disorienting; the scents are dull and I'm beginning to forget things, like my name.
Rylan.
I hadn't lost it yet, the way I have already lost myself, and I can't seem to find a way home. Home. I need to go back, but somehow the task seems impossible. I don't even know which way to walk. I'm tired. And alone. And wet.
But I'm not afraid.
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