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▵ nightingale ▵
female ▵ two years ▵ arctic wolf
"i want to breathe, i hate this night"
name. nightingale
former names. maleficent
nicknames. n/a
species. canis lupus arctos (arctic wolf)
gender. female
relationship status. single
age. twenty-four months.
orientation. heterosexual
height. 78 centimetres at the shoulder
weight. 39 kilograms
scent. sweet, clear and fresh, with notes of red roses, rain and oak.
voice. angelina jolie with a slight english accent
face claim. audrey hepburn
song. save me - bts
companion. none (as of now)
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"why is it so dark when you're not here?"
appearance.
above all things, nightingale has been described most as luminescent, a scintillating constellation with four legs.
the illusion is credited to her pelt, a stormy white marked with blue-grey. the markings adorn her coat prettily,
a tossup of scattered stardust on her muzzle, tail, back and paws.
her features are sharp, giving the illusion that they were cut from stone. her wide eyes are stardust blue and
almond-shaped. her eyelids are almost constantly half-dropped and her long tail drags along the floor regally
as she walks.
physique
she's tall, her legs long, built obviously for speed rather than strength. before she came to vescentia she was a
siamese, and that translated (roughly) into her new form; showing up most in the figure.
personality.
on the surface, nightingale is cold and distant, her blue eyes holding no emotion when she talks to you. with quite
a natural-born (as well as practiced) talent for using others, she can be easily dismissed as superficial and
manipulative, but in actuality her personality runs below that. her history had just taught her to conceal herself with
her these traits, as they protect her from anyone prying. but when someone gets far enough to become her friend,
they see the side of her that's caring and teasing. under her manipulative coat she's sincere and genuine.
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"listen to my heartbeat, it's calling for you"
history.
"i was born on a bitterly cold autumn day, my first memory being crisp leaves and the smell of ripe apples.
to them, i was a rare diamond, the first daughter my father had ever sired. the first girl of six litters of boys.
my life was written out for me the moment i was born; princess at first, sure to take over the kingdom as queen
when the time came. queen of rosefalls was what i was supposed to be. but it seemed like the spirits had other
ideas.
the name they gave me was rose, and through my veins ran the vetted blood of pure siamese show-cats. each
feature that my genes gave me was almost artificial, hand-picked from each of my ancestors to make us, five
kittens that fit the show-cat rubric perfectly.
my family was full of showcats, yes, but they were also warriors. my parents never lived in the wild, but were
allowed to catch mice in the enormous garden of the house we lived in. in rosefalls, being a perfect showcat
was highly honourable, but so was being strong and dependable. the lean look of a warrior was highly desirable.
i was raised with always an open door to the outside, and i spent most of my days growing up in the garden,
playing among autumn leaves and rolling around fallen apples.
my parents dedicated all of their time to train me to become the perfect ruler, and all of us to become renowned
showcats. all of my waking hours was consumed with it, all of my mind was focused. but my young self allowed
a tom to ruin it all.
it was a clear morning, and i was alone in the garden while all of my siblings were being taught how to walk
like a showcat. having already completed that training, i was lying across the grass, soaking up the weak sunlight.
that's when i met him. a tom, about a moon older than myself, belonging to the humans who owned the house beside
ours. a mixed-breed who was tall and strong. since that day, i spent all of my free time trying to see him. i would even
wake up at night so we could leap across our fences and walk around the city together.
my parents could tell i was distracted. all of my attention was slipping from becoming perfect to this tom, who's name
i don't even remember anymore. i was only six moons at the time, but my foolish self believed i was in love. and so i
didn't dare tell them, afraid they would pull us apart.
and before i knew it, i was spending all of my days with him. he was the type of cat that young kittens dreamed about,
charming and sweet and caring.
it was the middle of winter when everything crashed down.
i was careless. i crept out of our house at twilight right under their gaze, and they watched as i dashed up to the fence to
meet him. they denounced me there and then, spat upon me, told me that i had no business talking to a peasant like him.
that he should be dirt beneath my paws, that he was worthless.
and i let it go. i couldn't help it. i did something i never thought i would do; i cursed at my parents, the king and queen of
rosefalls, told them i wanted nothing to do with their stupid throne when really, it was all my life consisted of. the
contempt in their voice hurt more than anything i had ever felt as they turned away from me.
the tom, who had watched everything unfurl in front of him, was nowhere to be seen when i tried to find him again. and
that was the last i'd ever seen of him.
one night, when i was seven moons old, everything i had cared about crashed down upon me. my parents disowned me,
the cat thought i was in love with turned his back on me, and the throne, which consumed my life, had been pulled out
of my reach.
and so, i remember my seven-moon self realising that i couldn't stay at home. the glares trained on me felt like glass
shards against my skin, and i remember trying to convince my closest brother, sparrow, to leap off the roof with me,
over the fence and into the forest, which we'd been warned against since we were kittens but where i knew we could
find a new beginning together. it was selfish of me, but he was the only one i still loved in this world and i couldn't
bear to let him go. and though i could tell it hurt him, he refused, and no matter how much i begged he wouldn't
change his decision.
and so it was the first of january that the time finally came. we sat together on the roof of our house before i asked him
one last time to come - to the same answer that this was his home, and he couldn't leave it for anything. and without
another word, i jumped; across the fence and into the forest, where i dashed into the trees without a single glance back.
and since then i haven't looked back.
my life in the forest went, while rocky the first few months, unexpectedly well. i met cats beyond my wildest dreams;
the most memorable being loki, who became my first friend from the woods. but, slowly, i watched as others left and
i stayed behind, until one day he found me again and we realised together that we were in a ghost town.
save me were the words that started the end of it all. he took me, and his brother, the only cats he seemed to care about
anymore, to a portal that brought us between universes. upon entering vescentia, we both took the forms of wolves,
while thor, his brother, took the form of a lion."
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"give me your hand"
abilities.
long legs and soft paws lent her the speed of the wind, blessing her as a good hunter. she, however, lacks brute strength;
should a fight requiring strength occur she'd be more than likely to lose. her mind, however, makes up for her lack of
strength. sly and clever is how she finishes fights without a scratch.
magical abilities
coming soon ((;
likes.
beautiful things; roses, songbirds, stars and wildflowers.
fears.
that everything she'd ever known is a lie
relationships.
family.
sparrow - "my brother. i loved him more than anything in this world. and he just had to be taken
away from me."
violet - "my mother. even that word leaves a foul taste in my mouth. i hate her with all of my heart.
duke - "my father. i despise him just as much, perhaps even more."
lovers.
n/a
friends.
acquaintances.
n/a
enemies.
n/a
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"won't you save me, save me"
experience. 5 years
