[SilverKitsune]

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Female. Dwarf Transparent ice like body, icicles and wing Mutations. Has aqua blue eyes.
Shows and carries mutations.
Loves to make snow angels and is able to make snow appear.
Official Date of Birth: December 8th, 2012
Date of Adoption:

(nontransparent look)


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Colors (c) SilverKitsune
Lines (c) Stephanie "Sketchy" 2012
CSR (c) Stephanie "Sketchy" 2012

[Tyasi]

Please, listen to this while reading my form. Thank you.

Username:Tyasi
Ratlet Number:1-Ice Angel
Why do you want to adopt?

I want to adopt her, because this ratlet is a delicate and fantastic creation. I don’t go after many adoptables, because few ever strike my attention and tear and my heart strings like she did. Her transparent body and glistening figure makes her drawn to me. I can’t help, but not try and if not win her. I love her dearly and desire her by my side. She would also be my first rat ever and my first normal adopted rat as well.

Rat Name:Lumiale

A mixture between the common sound of 'eal, or ale' in the names of angels, (such as Micheal, and Raphael, or Gabriel') and the finnish word 'lumi' which means snow. I just preferred this spelling as it looks the prettiest,.

Personality:

Lumiale is a chilling child with a slight frigid heart. She can’t help, but feel the inevitable thought of melting one day.

Paranoid. Shy. Stationary. Indecisive, Confused Easily. Generous. Thankful. Sincere.Repressing

Paranoia is really from her fear of becoming a puddle. She oftens hates to come out during the daylight as those warming rays may warm her too much. She is easily startled by sounds and is very skittish. The sights of others often come into her mind as a swarm of attackers. Approach her slowly and quietly and she’ll be less likely to run away.

Shy and meek, she often tries to get run from others without even emitting a squeak. It was if she was never there, but now she is becoming more open with others from being used to their exposure. Her shyness is more entitled from her paranoia, but slowly she is able to guide herself with extreme care and less fear that the world isn’t out there to hurt her.

Stationary for she hates to wander to far from what she calls home. She’s rather stay inside her deep freezer home. (A small deepfreeze that has snow, bedding and an igloo home with an ice wheel) The house of her home is fine to wander in, but going outside is a separate story. Until its winter and there is snow covering the land she will not let a single paw exit the front door.

Indecisive as she doesn’t know what to choose. If it’s possible she’ll end up with two choices and be stuck on them forever unless you choose for her. Her decisions aren’t made, because she fears the possibility of a wrong choice. Preferring not to break or harm others with her decision.

Easily confused, because of her frozen attributes. As her body is so frigid, it takes quite a while for her to fully comprehend something like others. How cold weather slows everybody down is indeed true. She can’t help, but ponder on what you said sentences ago while you continue on talking. Then you finish and realize she hasn’t even gotten close to the end. Leading her to be puzzled.

Generous and kindhearted, Lumiale doesn’t need to think twice to help someone she knows. She is an angel and should help those in need. That she takes seriously on her own, self sacrifice if neccassary. If it risks the rays of day then so be it. She would never want to let anyone be left behind, forgotten or unloved ever. Always giving and never receiving, she makes sure to keep smiles on the faces of those she cares for.

A thankful soul, she finds her existence a blessing and could not be anymore happier. Everyday is another one of life and she couldn’t be more overjoyed about that. A small gift or token, she’ll give her love. Every good thing in life is the best thing to her.

Sincere and true she doesn’t dare lie or hide her feelings. She wants to be as open as possible so others will know what she is like without making any effort to convey her emotions. She is a genuine little angel and continues to keep herself upheld with integrity.

Repressing her memories of the worst times, she doesn’t want to be haunted by the upsetting moments of her life. She buries them deep within the tundra of her mind, but sometimes they resurface. At these times she seems more scared and fearing of what had once happened before.

*~.Likes.~*
❄ Winter
❄ Company
❄ Christmas
❄ Water
❄ Rock Candy
❄ The Moon
❄ Veronica
❄ Tya
❄ Friends

*~.Dislikes.~*
❄ All other Seasons
❄ The Sun
❄ Hot Drinks
❄ People or Rats who take things for granted
❄ Littering
❄ Loud Noises
❄ Surprises
❄ Strangers

Quirks:

*~* She prefers to run about and scamper at night.
*~* She loves to eat slushies and icees
*~* She has a fixation with cold climates and ice sculptures.
*~*She loves to look out windows to watch the world, without being out there.
*~* To bathe in moonlight and let it reflect causing her body sparkle and make a prism of colors.
*~* To hide in people’s shoes after being in the snow.

What do you plan on doing with your rat?
Roleplay, draw and get art of her. Keep her in my signature.

If you feel you can no longer care for your Rat, will you return it here to find a new home?
I don’t think I would ever be able to not care for this rat. If something terrible happens to me and I cannot care for her, then I would like her up for adoption to someone who will be the ideal owner for her in my stead.

Poetically written Story/Artwork

Lumiale as a stocking stuffer

A Weeping Angel

A single day, one before the holy night,
the day before the eve where I had slept tight.
I was nothing more than a fixture, a decoration carved from a permanent frost,
harvested from the glades of the arctic not knowing what would have been lost.
I was a gift, chipped with love and dear
For I was a present for an infant’s first Christmas, the day they became a year.

Overjoyed I stayed in my box, not ever moving or chirping all ready to be taken and that was all.
I wasn’t suspecting the next thing, no a surprise to say the least.
A bump and a rock the doors had flung open!
There then I had begun my real journey, I had taken a fall.
When the sun had rose, I had to- something wielding my container, a beast.
I had never in my existence wanted to be able to escape this enclosed pen.

Wrought with fear and shock
I couldn’t think until I heard a knock
Through the box I could sense the temperature change
Through it, I knew I was within range
Was this my destination or was I failure?
Would I reach the person I was meant for?

I wept, somehow
Tears froze at my sides
My head began to bow
A feeling within my icy entity, in a place of my chest something reside
At that moment I was alive

On the day of Christmas I was given
To the face of a baby girl, I was smitten
Her soft brown eyes radiating with youth
I could even see she needed only one more tooth
The child squealed with growing delight
I made it, this was my destination. For this night.