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 Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 9:20 am
 Deep Sleep
"Sleep" Sac : N/A | Foal : N/A | Colt : N/A | Buck
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 7:01 pm
Personal Information
Gender : Male
Date of Arrival : 22 October 10
Parents : She Steps Lightly and Blue Rain
Siblings : Song of Storms (owned by x_Nata_x) and Running Winds (owned by hellotea)
Mate(s) : None
Children : None
Grandchildren : None
Obtained : Naming Dream Contest
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:18 pm
Personality
Likes : Does, the way the sun's rays shine through the swamp's trees, cool rains, stories, storytelling, etc.
Dislikes : bad singers, rude kimeti, lynxes, deep, dark water, the cold, etc.
Personality : Sleep is an old soul, and a romantic, loving one at that. He loves hearing stories, be them old, fake, new, or true. Morbidity is beautiful to a point in his eyes, and he enjoys experiencing it. Death is something he accepts, and sometimes it in itself has beauty. He strives to see the dark beauty in every thing and situation, and imagines dramatic things going on that would be beautiful to tell stories about. Does catch his fancy a lot, and he thinks they are the highest of the chain of creatures in the swamp. Lonely does make him sad, and he enjoys bringing them sweet smelling flowers and letting them know that he is there for them and that he cares. He hopes that one day he will find a doe that loves him just as much as he will love her.
Hobbies : painting, gathering flowers for lonely does, storytelling, humming songs, etc.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:20 pm
History Sleep is mostly a loner in a group of kimeti. He's constantly in his own mind, so he tends not to notice what other people around him are doing. A distant look is often seen in his eyes, and he is always looking for beauty. That's what he's been doing for most of his life. The appreciation for beauty is what has kept him going.
His mother and father raised him for a short time and left him to his own wits soon after he reached the age of being a colt. He fared well, and let nature do what it had to to him, taking away the innocence that he knew he once had. He knows that all children have an innocence when they are born that disappears as the world makes them experience things that take that innocence away. Being quite the pessimist, he doesn't think too kindly of people, but does are the exception. They are goddesses and deserved to be treated as such, and that is what he is usually seen doing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:18 am
Naming Dream His feet feel heavier with each step. The breathing becomes labored, and the path ahead seems to extend into eternity. How much longer must he travel? He does not know. Exhaustion has set in, and there isn't much time before sleep will take over, whether or not he is lying down to beckon it. Heavier hoofs, heavier hoofs. His stride is getting shorter and shorter until he's practically dragging himself along. It's been so long since he's rested.
There! A clearing. The sun's shining down on a flat rock. Using what strength he has left, he drags himself over to the rock. As he gets into the clearing, the shades of blue on his body become more vibrant. Lying down on the surface, the heat coming from the rock and the sun relax his muscles. Closing his eyes, he feels each part of his body become relaxed and limp. Not long now, not long.
Closing his eyes, he lets the warmth flow through his body like cool water down his throat on a scorching hot day. The sun bakes into his fur. The blues on his coat start to swirl in the sunlight. His breathing becomes slower...and slower....
Soon a deep sleep has taken him over. He is aware of nothing as his brain has taken advantage of the time for sleep. And the sun warms him.
The scales on his shoulder and black become bleached a pink color in the sunlight. They contrast well with the continuously swirling blues, creeping down his back leg, making a design.
Comfort is something hard to come by when emotion is what swirls in your head. When your head is turned off, your body does the swirling, it seems. Comfort.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:23 am
Star Sign
Sign : The Winged One
Date : September 24 to October 23
Lucky Number : Twelve
Motto : Love is my star - just and fair.
Flower : Lilac
Gem : Moonstone
Color : All dark colors
Common Traits : Romantic, Urbane, Idealistic, Peaceful
Common Talents : Priests/Priestesses, Hunters/Lawmen, Amplified Diplomatic Ability.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:25 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:26 am
Roleplay Information
Current Roleplays : None
Finished Roleplays : None
Roleplays on Hiatus : None
Posting Color : 15317E
Roleplay Status : Open/Closed
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:30 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:31 am
Storytelling Quote and link from where it happened.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 7:32 am
Familiars and Pets 
Name :NAME : CERT
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:37 pm
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