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The cold autumn gale stung at the faces of whom ever tried to bare its icy teeth. Indeed, the tendrils of winter were slowley scraping out autumn, replacing it with the cold heart of winter. A silent whisper spelled doom for any who took the chance to vernture from their shelter, or those who could find none.
A lone figure stood amongst the shreiking winds. She seemed to be oblivious to the terrible wrath of the storm, or perhaps she was the cause. Despite that, her figure was whipped relentlessly around in the wind, as though her form could never stand still, constantly shifting her place in the world, to never find her own...
Welcome to my home, visitor. Do not stay long here or face the deapths of the darkness of my spirit...
»Name: Azakiia
»Pronounced: Ah-zak-kee-ah
»Alias: Zakii, Kiia
»Meaning: Dusk
»Age: 16
»Build: Lithe, death-like.
»Paint: Ghost
»Birthdate: Feburary 20
»Deathdate: January 13
»Personality: Quiet, Lost, slightly depressed.
»Father: Unknown
»Mother: Rutanoa
»Siblings: Talerion
»Friends: None
»Desire: To no longer feel empty
»Mate: None
»Offspring: None
»Breed: Lupe ((Wolf))
»Tail: prett average, fairly furry
»Eyes: Deep blood Amber
»Fur: Pale sea-green, black, gray
»Ears: a little bit larger
»Paws: Small, thick.
»Nose: Black
|| Likes & Dislikes ||
Likes:
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|| My Past ||
The paper drifted to the floor as the blood spattered the note, and Azakiia's eyes drifted to eternal darkness...
|| January 13 ||
Quiet whispers echoed through the courthall. The body was wrapped in a clean smock, chains wrapped doggedly around her back legs. They didn't know why, and they didn't know who. Many cringed at her body laying slain at their feet, a silent killer vanishing into the darkness. But one thought haunted them all. This was no average murder. It was assasinry.
|| The Begining ||
The lupess trembled. The stone was cold and hard, her shadowy fur matted with neglect. Indeed, se was a fugitive from an invicible ennemy.
He was on her trail. They had sent him, she had been told. The secret association of assasins. She had seen the markings, and she gazed at her own injury, a miracle she had escaped, but not without the loss of Talerion. She wondered fitfully where her younger sister had gone, perhaps the assasin had taken her hostage. She could only pray she went unharmed.
She would do anything for her sister, just as her mother would.
She remembered the poem.
I'd wrather suffere the pain of death,
Than see you cry,
I'd gladly gie up my life for you,
For I'm not afraid to die...
She swallowed her sadness as her clasped with paper in her paw, a final note from their mother, Rutanoa.
She remembered her final words to her as she had left that one balmy evening.
Goodbye, my beautiful daughter. Take care of Talerion for me. And remember...
Jerked from her thoughts, she froze, her body a manuevr of sheer terror. The world was silent as a shadow cast its gaze out across the cave. She loosed a strangled gasp as she dropped the paper from her paw, blood spattering the words.
And it was over.
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Talerion... She is my beloved younger sister. We go way back of course, I don't know if I could bare to loose her. And I almost did. It is a shame I had so little time to spend with my sister, before I was deceased, for now I can never be truely by her side.
Though the bond between us is strong, we are truely conected through the bonds of our mother's neclasses, including my bracelets that she gave me the evening of her departure. Talerion, like me, has changed greatly in the time of our separation. She is a herbalist now, dedicated to healing those, trying somehow in her terms, to heal her own broken heart.
|| Rutanoa ||
My own mother... I could only spend 6 years of my short life with her, but our bond was stronger than death, I still feel her presence though I have lost my own life.
I do not know where she is now, nor why she left us. Perhaps she was looking to find my father, whom I never met. I've herd her mention his name once. I think it was... Rontu, one who lived in the Rola pack, which is why their names start with R.
I will always hold her dear to me, yet I may never see her through living eyes again...
I love all you guys who did these customs/Fan art for me. ^^ -loves you all-
Customs Count: 3
Fan Art
None Yet! =(
|| Adoptables & Customs ||
Fill out this form, and just send it to me, gadzookes. ^^ Descriptions are ebilllllll... -hiss-
Leaving so soon... Gooooood... Ahem. You may return, if you wish. I hope you have... enjoyed venturing here. I can't say the same, but feel free to return. But not for long... If you dare. Now go. Visit my sister if you please. She will be happier to have your company...
You Dare Return?
Azakiia: My god, these adopts are so... cute. @-@
Rez: TOO BAD. -snarl-
These aboptables are for your enjoyment, as long as you follow the rules. And don't let Azakiia see you request 'em.
Please don't use these as makeables. Please.
I /will not/ do mutiple limbs, save for tails, two max.
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