Post by Cey on Dec 23, 2011 16:04:01 GMT -5
I'm only 3 years from you. So leave a feminine alone .
{ NAME } Spindle Screaming's
{ SPECIES } Snow Leopard
{ APPEARANCE } Spindle is very thin cat, like most, and not very muscular. She would lose against a male in a battle, Spindle would end up running away. Her coat is heavy and lighter than most and her spots are a dark black that seem more like cracks then spots, connecting each other with thin strands. She has dark, black eyes that draw you in. Some swear hey see movement in them, but that will be saved for history! She has an earring type thing in her ear, two short thick strands, black and white, entwining each other with a silver stud at the bottom.
{ PERSONALITY } Spindle is sweet and kind feline, truthfully she just feels lost. Abandoned, hurt, chained to this world by he lies she has bean told. Her heart believes in love, and she yurns for i. She, over time, has given up on love for herself but adores other couples. She feels older than she needs to be, like she has spent way to much time on this earth and she feel the need to depart.
{ HISTORY } Spindle was born with no other living siblings. She was odd colored too. And while she still breathed and squealed, her mother shut her out like an annoying bird. After a day of no warmth, Spindle did give up. She did quit the tiring mews of distress when finally her father returned. He called Spindle a curse they were bound to nurture. He also said, after much fighting, that the dark god would punish them if they didn't care for its offspring. And so, they named her 'Spindle Screamings'. It was meant to be a punishment, but and after many months of being fed the untrue words of her parents, she started to believe them. They said she had bean reborn many times, that she was really an old hag in a kittens body. She believed them up until her mother died when the famine struck. Her father disappeared before. She left at age 2, and wandered around till she found here.
People always said her eyes held mist in them, a low white mist that spread through your soul. Creeping in your thoughts although the feelings were eerie, Spindle loved her eyes. And her coat. Her whole self. She felt she deserved to be so strange, she new what she was. Even though she never was.
{ OTHER } Not really.
Coming Soon!
The stars a line to bring me into view .
