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.:name mikahye
.:alias mika, mik, mikky
.:age 6
.:form quad
.:color Darigan (still blue because kate is lazy)
.:height 2'9" (all fours)
.:weight 85lbs.
.:persona Distant, Callous
.:DOB 2/14/2001

.:love ...
.:crush ...
.:owner kate
.:comrades none
.:enemies none

.:sign Aquarius
.:zodiac Snake
.:eyes Ember
.:pelt Monotoned Gray
.:phys lean but not frail

.:roleplay open

My earliest memories would be that of a lupe tribe. My lupe tribe. The tribe in which I had grown into young adulthood. My family.
I remember growing in peaceful, happy prosperity with my family. I can remember their kind faces; my mother, and my father, as well as the gentle faces of the other pack members. However, their names escape me, but that does not mean they are any less important. I cherish the fact that I had the pleasure to bask in their graces if only for a short time, for it wasn't long before came the bad. And then... all is blank. I remember my family at war. I remember the bad. However, I do not remember what brought me to my own personal fate.
This is perhaps the most torturing factor to my banishment atop my lonely mountain. The mystery. The unexplained reasoning behind my invisible tether.

But... I digress.

I can say that I do hold on to a few tattered happy memories that I so hold dear to my heart. It is so very rare for me to have visitors... and even more sparse are the ones who stay... the ones who make an impact on my life.
Fleeing to the top of my mountain my first encounter with whom I now consider my dearest friend Tundern was quite off. And it was not until later that I realized he, perhaps, was not entirely sane; as he could not stay in any place for very long in fears of his "captors". He claimed that wherever he went, they would soon arrive. But... The lumbering giant would leave, and no one would come searching for him.
He'd return, and no one would be waiting for him.
However, I found that I did not care in the slightest that Tundern suffered from this affliction. He was and is very much the definition of a gentle giant; and it is his strives to look over me and try his best to free me from my banishment�his true genuine caring for others--that makes him dear to me.

Yet... there have been times that he has been... overbearing and overprotective.

I can.. I can faintly remember him. His face.. His figure.. His personality. But, sadly, not his name.
Tundern has told me and tried to explain that several times in my life I have come very close, if not met with death. He says this would explain my shattered memory.. But what sense does it make that if I were dead, or had died in the past, that I stand here before you; breathing, living, with a heartbeat to match any others.
Tundern has told me a lot of things. A lot of things that I've tried to hold true but... I feel as though he keeps things from me; which brings me back on subject...
I remember him distinctly. I remember falling into his affection, and he into mine; even though Tundern claims that not only have I never known love, but love is something that I don't need. Something that will only lead me down the wrong path.
And.. Even though he claims this to be true; I can only remember being truly happy with this male.. It aches my heart that I cannot remember his name, or just who he was, or what the two of us shared in our quiet moments together.

Now, we reach the present..

I am alone. Alone and fated to remain atop my lone mountain-top. And if I should stray from my home... well... let us just say that the result would not be anything I'd wish on anyone.

The true bane of my existence.
The treacherous trail leading up to my home would probably be mostly to blame for the lack of visitors... Its narrow road and sharp, beyond steep drop-off alone would turn away even some of the most daring of travelers. And even further to my dismay, the trail is extremely hard to see in sections�completely covered in rolling fog and surrounded by sharp rocks in the canyons on either side.
It truly is a horror upon sight... And I do not blame my potential visitors for turning away. No one would want to be here by choice. The grim, monotoned landscape is nearly enough to break one's very soul if exposed for long periods of time.