this blue sky has me wishing for the night;
this night sky has me wishing for the light.

birth name; kamerisu
aged; eight years (adult)
sex; female

fur; pure raven black
features; compact in size, yet not entirely the slender, feminine figure that paranoia carries. kamerisu is more well rounded in appearance, perhaps not as delicate looking at first glance (28 inches tall & 90 pounds)
eyes; blue-green

in her mind; kamerisu is a gentle soul and her past has only made her much more introverted than was typical. she still has her good days, where a happiness is seen shining in her eyes, but the sadness still lingers as soon as the day turns and her mind wanders back to those gloomy thoughts. she tries to make the best of things and move on in her life, but living alone once you have lived and loved someone dear is a difficult thing to do; she still has far to go

imprintable; yes
other; mother of faolan, valkyrie, cormac & kitani (inactive/left the nest)
widowed mate of triell

sample writing;
She sits and she watches. Roseate hued eyes taking in each movement from the diminutive canid that bounced and toddled in the grasses below her hill crest-throne. The child had wandered, it seemed, with no motherly figure near or far to watch over the struggling pup. It was a shame that some were never fashioned for the tedious yet somehow fulfilling journey of being the creator of another life.

So she watches with a gaze devoid of emotion from afar; her attentive eyes never leaving the orphan for an instant. It is seen only as her duty as a once-mother - perhaps she will take the child for her own. Perhaps. But there are many things that Lurid had been and yet possibly cannot be again; a progenitor, a life-mate, a fair-minded being in all manners. It is not a sure thing, to say in the least, that she will be able to nurture the young creature to its full potential. Her mental state had been compromised and consumed by the false truth of life and the true darkness that dwelled deep within her soul. There was no hope left for her, no redemption for what she had done, though she had done so for what was seen as her only viable option. No promise could be made that she would not do the same to save this straggling pup's own life - to spare it from the other dangers of the world. She would act on what she theorized was right.

As she observed the actions of the little one, a motion from her peripheral vision drew her attention away for a moment as she lazily turned her skull to view the two juveniles who were now creating their path towards the young one. The latter adolescent was no concern in the white witch's vivid eyes as he leisurely followed in pursuit of what the other so desperately aimed towards; the sun-kissed child. Her's. She was easily onto her paws and directing herself in the quickest route to the black masked child, her lithe body and agile paws making her objective easily achievable. She slows to a stop only when she is effectively standing over the lavender and orange eyed babe, her body a barricade against the barreling form of the stripling. Her hindquarters lower to provide a cove of security and simply watches blankly onward at the two approaching martyrs.

ooc;fate
rules; read, of course
word min; 200
discovery; this is my homeland, yo
email; coypaws.x@gmail.com
chatango; horrorwh0re
birthday; may eleventh

kamerisu
eight years // no paramour // no home