Name: Kalypso
Age: four years
gender: female
Eye colour: a sort of dark, opalescent pink
Appearance: strikingly beautiful. She has lovely, exotic features set in a face that is milky pale. The rest of her body is made up of mottled blacks and browns with a white and black ‘blanket’ on her back and beautiful, pale legs. Her coat is long and silky and she has black markings above her eyes. She is lithe and delicate beneath her pelt, but its thickness makes her appear slightly larger than she is. She is of average height for a female, and weighs slightly less than most others. She does not boast much muscle and is a stunning example of the female species.
Personality: Spoiled and conceited, she is precisely what humans would term as a ‘spoiled, only-child rich kid’. Obsessed with her looks and herself, she knows just how to flaunt her beauty to get what she wants by feigning physical weakness. She is manipulative and difficult to be around, and fancies herself God’s gift to men. Breeding and bloodlines matter to her more than personality, and she would prefer to get other’s to do her dirty work. She is not evil but nor is she a compassionate soul.
SAMPLE: The doe ghosted twixt the trees, a creature of little substance in the gathering gloom. Now and again, she glimpsed the indigo drape of midnight stretching like a canvas above the apex of the foliage-topped sentinels, speckled with the gently pulsating glow of silver bright stars. The air in the forest was fresh and cool, blowing towards her in the perfumed gusts of a silken breeze. Upon the eddying currents, smells of faraway kingdoms bobbed like buoys, tantalizing her senses with the prospects of new adventures imminent on the obscured horizon. It was a majestic evening, everything gaining a new and different image in the swathe of dark that curled around it; trees grew taller becoming giant stag’s with antlers that carried the sky upon their tines, glowworms became fallen stars, desperately seeking a way to become airborne once more while creating constellations on the musty earth. The hind became a ghostly figure of the imagination, a mirage that flickered in the fallen silence, acutely aware of the world around her but so quiet that nothing else sensed her passing. She was of red deer origins, her slender body a deep tint of red, her nimble legs encircled in a slightly darker shade of ochre and her cloven hooves as black as onyx. Her sepia twins glowed to illuminate a sylphlike face, the muzzle sleek as it inhaled the twilit air. She moved without disturbing a single rotting leaf or blade of grass, her sinuous body perfectly in tune with her surroundings so that she never once faltered. Her twitching ears took in the symphonies of the night, reveling in the chirping of the crickets and the scurrying of the groundlings on their foraging forays. Their presence on moon-bathed landscape reassured the tentative creature that danger was far away this night, lurking in otherworldly shadows in a parallel realm to the perfect world her mind had created of the wonderful area she traversed. The doe was used to open meadows, knee high grass that tickled the legs until one became so irked one leapt into the firmament to escape the incessant itching. She was ignorant, however, to the ways of the ebony-soaked forest, and it was this lack of knowledge that kept her hidden in the shadows, the observer but the unobserved. A infinitesimal tree frog leapt on the path before her, urgently trying to escape the tread of her crushing hooves. Taking in its plight with a tilt of her proud cranium, the deer lightly stepped over the tortured green animal and continued on her noiseless way.
Gemini let her wet nose brush the leaf litter, inhaling the scent of the loamy earth beneath her feet. Her sculpted ears remained alert and twitching, as soundless as the rest of her, constantly wary of a looming threat. Raising her pert head once again, she observed the trees above her head, a hazy curtain of green waving in a rogue breeze. The wood was serene, a comforting creature that breathed in and out as regularly as the animals within its depths. The red deer loved it, but she knew that the forest was indifferent to the wars that waged within its bowels, the endless battles of predators and prey none of its concern for it catered to both equally, granting hunter and quarry with a range of skills and tactics to acquire or avoid the other. The forest was nobodies friend and nobodies enemy, it remained a neutral entity that was content to remain that way as long as the beings it provided for respected it as they should. This was the reason the doe remained alert, even beneath the relative cover of the greenery, the forest had spies in every copse and thicket, observing the creatures that passed by until one became nonchalant and careless. That was when it struck and, once targeted, there would be no escape. Gemini neither winced nor shuddered at the disturbing thoughts, knowing full well the rules of life as they had been taught to her since her birth not two years before.
She had entered the world beneath a midnight drape, much like the one that rode above her at that moment. She had dropped onto the earth first in a splash of fluid, still tightly encased in the birthing sac that had been her home for the past nine months. She remembered the flashing tongue of her mother, freeing her from the pink membrane and releasing her into a new world, full of wonders she had yet to dream about. Her first breath had seared her tiny lungs with cold and she had held it in an attempt to prevent the bizarre sensation. Her mother exhaled warm breath across her nostrils, breathing life into her tiny ribcage which she had accepted, finding that air, once breathed on by another, is warmer and more comforting then air breathed alone. She had struggled then, scenting something that sparked an instinct in her newly-working brain. The perfume of milk was so alluring to the spotty fawn that she had struggled to rise and reach it. However, the earth pulled her back down, sharply and meanly, taunting her with its gravitational pull. Bleating in a distressed and partly determined manner, the baby had pushed her minute bulk up once more, and again been thwarted by her wobbly matchsticks that she seemed to have grown instead of legs. Eventually, the fawn managed to rise and stood, shaking slightly, afraid to move lest the earth rise once more to meet her. Her mother approached her then, her smile as bright as sunshine, and pivoted around so her baby could drink. Fumbling beneath her belly, the fawn knocked against the hot, swollen bag, searching for the teat she knew was there. Upon finding it, her tiny gums latched onto the warm skin and she suckled greedily, the tail on her rump swinging excitedly to and fro as she pulled. Eventually, once she had drunk her fill and her tiny baby belly was stretched taut around her ribs, the fawn allowed herself to collapse, folding her spindly legs neatly beneath her and shutting her eyes tight. What she didn’t notice until she awoke at dawn was the tiny sac beside hers that still contained a fawn, though this baby was blue and rapidly stiffening. Her mother looked down sadly at it and licked away the fluid to clear the passages around its eyes and nose, though she knew it would neither see nor breathe, ever. Shaking her petite head, she turned towards the baby that remained alive, watching as her tiny frame rose and fell in succession with each shallow breath, “Because of the unfortunate events that have taken place this night, and because you were born beneath the starlit sky so the fawn marks on your back reflect it with pristine clarity, I bestow on you the gift of a name, Gemini. You shall forever remember the twin that wasn’t and the marks on your back that resemble the twin stags in the sky,”
Blinking quickly, the vision was gone, but the marks it left behind weren’t. Gemini raised her muzzle to the stars that were her namesake and whispered the title that was to belong to her dead brother,
“Taurus,”
She spoke to him often, fancying sometimes that he replied if the wind took on a certain baritone that resembled a voice, as it often did in these lands. She had resolved that if she ever birthed a young buck, his name would be that which belonged to her late brother whom she met only inside of the womb. A slight wind picked up just then and tousled her fur and she breathed it in with a smile and a softening of her deep chocolate gazers. The adventuress had traveled far and wide in an effort to find a place that was close to the stars where she could feel truly at home. In her mind, she had finally found the place, a place where none set foot and the few that did dreamt dreams of a glorious paradise in an ethereal glade. That was the dream she was chasing, the whim she sought to seize hold of. That was the reason for her presence there.
RULES READ: indeed
WORD MINIMUM: 200 ( I am always over)
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Stumbled over you
EMAIL:calesnyman@hotmail.com
BIRTHDAY (month, day) : 04/05/1995
OOC name: **Illium**
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