.me.
Nevayah
Age: Teen-aged
Eyes: Lime green.
Fur: Black, sleek and shiny.
Hair: Black, long, bangs hang over face.
Frame: Thin and elegant, very feminine.
Wings: Once elegant black feathered wings, now merely stumps of what was. Some feathers still grow from them.
Markings: Lime stripe coming from the edge of each eye, lime tipped tail with another lime stripe, green V-shaped marking on back.
Scars: One on left shoulder, a grey line with stiches.
Piercings: (both ears) Stud, three rings, with the bottom-most one having a lime star dangling from it, then another stud. All silver.
Faults: Severe depression, low self-esteem.
Other: Has a lime-green nose, green mouth and tongue. Long pointed ears. Wears a barbedwire necklace-thingy. Normally wears either armwarmers or wristbands.
Personality: Very emo. Inflicts pain on herself purposely. Usually morbid and depressed, but sometimes tries to see the brighter side of things.

.tale.
The smoke rose above us like a death omen, grey and menacing. We strode through the grass and saw through the smoke to the stars. Nothing mattered. The screams faded from the air but our ears didn't hear. The blood poured from me, poured from you, mingling in the falling leaves of the dying trees as we walked together. No one was in sight as the fieldgrass turned to asphalt. Smoke was stronger, darker, thicker. Flames lapped at our fur but we didn't feel it. Death lay about us, the scent of blood and death and fire foul in the air. The calmness in our hearts made everything else a mere flicker in our eyes. As we walked through the waste, the river loomed ahead, black and intoxicating. And we knew, here was the death of the seasons, and everyone floated along silently at the bottom of the river. The bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. But in our pain, you told me that death is a midnight runner. The sky seemed to fall down upon us, crashing down like the news of an unexpected death, though unlike this burning. We took the falling sky and shaped it, turning the shards into stars and scattering them. We could hear the echoes of the past in our ears, breaking the hearts of all that were left. Insects skittered away, hoping for a better pastime. I kept you close, and asked, would you accompany me in a quick fall? But you made it clear that it was only for me. The sky was coming down again despite our efforts. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." The grey flakes in our fur mixed much like our blood in the field. I heard the poetry in our despair as we sang bitterly of the eloquence and savagery. The blue and the grey. Together we turned and ran down the desparate broken streets, engraving our names into the city. The sun was stagnant somewhere below the horizon. The looming darkness was a mystery; all lines and curves. But alone we lay still under the emptiness. Slowly we drifted away. And somewhere, we found our salvation, scratched into the earth as we died. And you're still gone.

.family/friends.

Nurelko
I love Elk, she makes me feel better, but I'm jealous of her.. how is she always so happy?