//.[[R a n s o m]] notes
keep falling out your m.o.u.t.h. ; ;
Mid-sweet talk ; ;
n e w s p a p e r word cut-outs ; ;
keep falling out your m.o.u.t.h. ; ;
Mid-sweet talk ; ;
n e w s p a p e r word cut-outs ; ;
.::info::.
> >
> >Name:
Amalthia
> >Gender:
Female
> >Chosen:
+Your.Own.Sex.Bunny.+
> >Breed:
Dreamwalker
> >Date Foaled:
April 'o7 , 2oo9
> >Temper:
Comforting
> >Stage:
Adult
> >Likes:
Everything green on this earth, the sound of hooves thundering across the vast plains of the land of Azreth. The pulse of the earth after a great thunderstorm, teaching newborn foals the ways of life.
> >Dislikes:
Anyone who would taint the mind, the spirit, or body of horse, human, earth, or creature.
> >Personality:
Amalthia is akin to the Mother of All - she thinks of every Azrein as her own child, save a few who might one day become mates. She thrives on protecting and comforting others; whether it be from a thunderstorm or the thunder of an army on the march; she will be steadfast and by their side.
The Lady Amalthia's mannerisms are royal - she never speaks out of turn or raises her voice, and, if she must criticize someone, she does it for their ears alone. She believes that knowledge is wealth ; and tries to pass that same belief on to every horse she meets.
.speak no feeling ; ;
no i don't believe you
you don't care a b.i.t.
you don't care a b.i.t.
no i don't believe you
you don't care a b.i.t.
you don't care a b.i.t.
