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IP: 104.53.194.253
Posted on October 11, 2015 at 05:14:10 AM by Celeste

I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleamings of an empty heart.

Name:
Celeste
Age:
Adult
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
She is an arctic wolf, all white, save for her tail being a touch shaded with brown. Her eyes are a deep, dark, apathetic blue. She has no characteristics that might point her out in a crowd, none at all.
Personality:
Celeste floats through life, her mood at a constant grey. She really doesn't care much for the company of others, but she doesn't care much to be alone, either. If one were to converse with her, they would find she is often no more than an observer. She has many stories to tell, fascinating ones, but she doesn't care enough to tell unless pushed. Celeste is quiet, a ghost of a wolf, she is observant, but, above all, she is apathetic. She is simply a set of eyes, and ears, listening, watching, observing.

The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb,
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.

History:
Celeste comes from a large pack near France, one that has been pushed further and further towards extinction by humans. She doesn't care if the pack survived or not. This apathetic fluff would rather spend her time laying in the sun or listening in on interesting conversations. Once, a long, long time ago, she watched her littermates grow up, and actually joined in the festivities. One day, she simply stopped caring, for no particular reason at all. She simply was following another wolf, finding them interesting, when she stumbled into Blossom Forest.
Picture:
Below.
Player Name:
Rana (It was Jozlen, but I don't like that name any more, ahah)
Email:
jrgabera@live.com

Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
Its season will be trembling still.

"Talking." Observing. 'Listening.'

Poem by Alexander Pushkin

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Accepted! - By LSVK October 11, 2015 at 09:25:10 PM

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