Post by Spiderfluff on Oct 4, 2008 11:36:46 GMT -5
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[/size][/font][/color]A new rhythm beats its wings in the moments of daydreams.
A new rhythm unfolds the truth at the sight of walking phantoms.
A new rhythm spawns out from the depth of imagination.
A new rhythm hums the act of puppets tearing into reality.
I am the new rhythm of Persephone, delicate and naive.
I am the phantom's puppet.
I am the devil's parody.
Born as
Spiderfluff
Also known as
Butterbane
I've been sculpted into a
Female
I've been painted with
Creamy off-white ("Butterbane")
I've been splattered with
A white mask
Look into my eyes and see
Golden Sulfur
I've been existent for
3-4 years
My sculpted existence is
Very petite and light built for an adult. Almost malnourished due to lack of skill in hunting. Has been gifted with long slender legs, excellent for running. Carries a long feathery pelt behind the hind quarters as if it were a velvet ribbon. Stuffed with spiky down-like fur to give the appearance of a blurred phantom.
My gazing image
It's who I am. No one can stop that I
Prefer to be helpful towards the pack leaders by disguising weaknesses as strengths. Hoards a very shy and reserved nature. Can be very observatory and adaptive to any surroundings. Chooses words wisely and does not speak unless spoken to. Can be very opinionated and sensitive to another wolf's emotions - acting as an empath.
In the past, I've been
Raised by other wolves, due to being orphaned after the second litter was born. Struggling through the death of biological parents, knowing that they had died for their offspring after a rare attack on the pack. Raised to be silent, until addressed by the Dragga. Taught to serve and protect the pack as a loyalist. Trained to observe everything in existence as a sign of guarding precious loved ones.
My closest friends
Have not been formed yet.
My enemies are
Either dead or non-existing yet.