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{♂} Iedalei ==> Touchy in a nervous way, Iedalei is very unused to others approaching him, and thus may back away or even run if another approaches. He himself is willing to try and make friends, but it would take time and patience, both of which he has. He can get angry, but only after being harmed by the same herla meeting after meeting after meeting. He is otherwise very kind.

{♀} Dyananali ==> Rather critical, Dyananali does not like company, nor does she enjoy witty banter or those that would attempt to win her affections with gifts or simple words. She can even be quite mean if someone seems persistent enough. At times she tolerates those that are less eccentric, and is rather intrigued by those that don't show much in the way of politeness or joy, sanity even.

{♀} Ubume ==> As a once mother, she cares for any youngling or new mother she meets, offering help if they are alone or have no one to watch over them. She does not like to overstay her welcome though, and often leaves once her help has been given, or a thanks has been said by the other. She will risk her life to save a little one, her heart always going out with the thought of caring for the baby she never got to show her love for.

▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Iedalei ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄
GENDER ▄ Male
STAGE ▄ Adult
TYPE ▄ Mountain
CLAN ▄ Mountain
BIRTHDAY ▄ 9.30.12
COLOR ▄ #CDB38B

FAMILIARS ▄ Iari

PARENTS ▄ Gen 1
SIBLINGS ▄ N/A
LIFEMATE ▄ N/A
CHILDREN ▄ Mom - Babies

POWERS ▄ None
TEMPERMENT ▄ Lonely
LIKES ▄ Flowers, dim light, cool air
DISLIKES ▄ Loud sounds, hurried meetings, thorns in his hooves, roses
PERSONALITY ▄ Touchy in a nervous way, Iedalei is very unused to others approaching him, and thus may back away or even run if another approaches. He himself is willing to try and make friends, but it would take time and patience, both of which he has. He can get angry, but only after being harmed by the same herla meeting after meeting after meeting. He is otherwise very kind.
BACKSTORY ▄ He awoke, alone, though surrounded by small things. Whispers here and there, the words of things he could not see. These things protected him until he was able to properly fend for himself. That and the occasional kind passerby, leaving him food when they were able. He's not very sure what happened to his parents. And he's very unsure about having parents in the first place, but he exists and that is what matters to him. He started wandering as he grew older, further and further from the place he was born. He never noticed the voices growing fainter as he aged, completely gone before he was fully grown.
And now he simply wants to find friends.

Gift from Saphira 9.16.12

▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Dyananali ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄
GENDER ▄ Female
STAGE ▄ Adult
TYPE ▄ Delta
CLAN ▄ ===
BIRTHDAY ▄ 10.20.12
COLOR ▄ #CD8500

FAMILIARS ▄ Allarian + Dyxn

PARENTS ▄ Gen 1
SIBLINGS ▄ N/A
LIFEMATE ▄ None
CHILDREN ▄ Dad - Babies

POWERS ▄ N/A
TEMPERMENT ▄ Cold
LIKES ▄ The scent of plants, hearing birds, watching the sky, naps in the shade
DISLIKES ▄ Pests, unwanted visitors, flirts
PERSONALITY ▄ Rather critical, Dyananali does not like company, nor does she enjoy witty banter or those that would attempt to win her affections with gifts or simple words. She can even be quite mean if someone seems persistent enough. At times she tolerates those that are less eccentric, and is rather intrigued by those that don't show much in the way of politeness or joy, sanity even.
BACKSTORY ▄ Born in the Delta land, rather near the swamplands, she was treated well, though her family was nervous by the eyes she grew up with. It seemed unusual to them and as though something was slowly taking her, their nervous and uneasy words and actions toward her slowly making the female bitter and un-liking of the family that was so kind to one another and so unsure of her.
She slowly moved from resting with her family to resting within the marshes each night as she turned to her teen years, finding a patch of plants that began to tangle in her hair and fur and over her limbs as she found so little to do and rested there so often. She still stays there to this day, wandering out every so often, unhappy with the cheery demeanor of those around that show up from time to time. But her solitude has soured her mood and iced her heart.

Halloween CYO 10.15.12

▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ Ubume ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄
GENDER ▄ Female
STAGE ▄ Adult
TYPE ▄ Forest
CLAN ▄ Forest
BIRTHDAY ▄ 10.21.12
COLOR ▄ #104E8B

FAMILIARS ▄ La Vierity

PARENTS ▄ Gen 1
SIBLINGS ▄ N/A
LIFEMATE ▄ None
CHILDREN ▄ Dad - Babies

POWERS ▄ N/A
TEMPERMENT ▄ Sorrowful
LIKES ▄ Young Herla, babysitting, sweet fruits
DISLIKES ▄ Rude adults, bad parents, rotten food, being alone
PERSONALITY ▄ As a once mother, she cares for any youngling or new mother she meets, offering help if they are alone or have no one to watch over them. She does not like to overstay her welcome though, and often leaves once her help has been given, or a thanks has been said by the other. She will risk her life to save a little one, her heart always going out with the thought of caring for the baby she never got to show her love for.
BACKSTORY ▄ She grew up with a normal life, aspiring to be the best she could, to be the mother she saw her own as. To show love and care and have a family. But until then there was adventure. Adventure to go out and find the one she cared for, meet friends and find new places. Make homes and pretend... Until she found the right one. The one who would show her what it would be like to be a mother. To properly express her joys and care to a foal of her own. And so she was going to. She woke by her mate, the growing young checked on before she went on the walk that fateful day. The intention of a new place to eat in her mind and heart, tail flicking and eyes settling on the trees above her. And then that panicked cry was heard, a vicious snarl. Her own fear set in, her mate being in danger! So she ran, turning on her plans to be sure he was alright.
He wasn't. And the fear set in as the killers turned to look at her. They were still hungry. And she was heavy with children. Her hooves carried her again, as fast as she could go, hurrying away, tears streaming from her eyes. Thankfully there was protection in the form of a male out with a female he was courting. Her fear alarming the pair as she blurted out her tale, sobbing at her loss, eased down to rest by the female while her to-be mate settled at watching the area, fending off the attackers.
Her children were born after that, but the nightmare of the day haunted her. Every night, it was the same, unable to save him, running through the woods, sobbing at his loss until they found her and she was eaten. But she herself always woke up, always watched her babies. The grew well, and she was proud. They learned and played and made friends... but one friend wasn't the best. He was a little crazy, and, under her watch, became the end of her children. They always played by a pond but never went in, and even so, knew of the deepest part... She looked away for one moment, and there was that horrible splash, that painful cry to be saved. "Mommy! Mommy!"
She hurried and got in, splashing over as the offender stood there watching, almost bored as she pulled the two from the water, their bodies limp and soaked... They were settled at the edge, not breathing. She tried, yelled for help, cried as they chilled. As she wept, she found herself alone. More alone than she had ever been. And that feeling, she swore, would never fall upon another mother if she could help it.
Now she simply wanders and helps, somehow still wet from that time, from the loss of her first and only children. She always wishes to have another chance, but doesn't feel worthy of it.

Halloween Candy Quoting 10.20.12