Miyako // Lunaeave

[Miyako]

We were young;;

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Miyako




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Love whole-heartedly.

With a smile, we were born. Well adjusted children, slowly aging;;

Here's a little about me..

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[/color] Miyako
--- But you can call me Miya, Blue Giant, Lily
--- I've been around for sixty-two summers.
--- And I was born on April 14th
--- Last time I checked I was female
--- I am 312 centimeters (10 ft., 3 in.) tall, and I weigh 646 pounds.
--- I prefer males as my partners.
--- You may notice that I am a Lunaeave.
--- Hey, I'm able to have children.

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Born of age, replace our youth with logic. Then slowly the child, that child, is tragic;;

How you will recognize me..

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[/color] light sky blue.
--- My markings can be found nowhere, I have no visible markings other than the moss and lilies growing in my fur.
--- I have a large form.
--- If you look in to my eyes you'll notice they're silver with a round pupil.
--- My pads are black and harder than stone.
--- And my tongue, teeth and gums are quite normal other than their large size; pink gums, pink tongue, and white teeth.
--- wouldn't call them deformities, but on my body I have moss and lilies growing in my fur
--- Ouch, I've got no scars, my body heals too quickly for a scar to be left behind.
--- I'm cursed with no diseases.
--- To you, I probably sound like I have a deep, kind, and warm voice that is pleasant to hear though I must speak lowly for my voice is quite loud.

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With the progression of, an obsession with time. Make it mine, to say Goodbye;;

Everybody has a personality...

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--- The Good;; I am kind-hearted and do not discriminate between the races. While I am not overly social, I am generally friendly with other wolves when I comes across them.


--- The Bad;; My goodness I can’t think of a thing, except perhaps that I am extremely skittish and mistrustful of wolves from other races. I’ll still help them, but I’m more wary than with my own kind.

--- The Dirty;; I have had a mate before, a Lunaeave, however he perished of old age some time ago – the restrictions of age don’t apply for me, you love who you love. I also have a soft spot for other wolves who are in love, I feel more compelled to help them regardless of their personalities.

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- rain
- rainbows
- forests
- snow
- the guardians
- balance
- sunshine
- other lunaeave

--- I'm not fond of:
- warsfiel
- fire
- destruction
- fights
- killing


--- I have a few quirks and habits:
- tilting my head to the left when thinking
- eating only when I am absolutely starving

--- My strengths would probably be:
- kindness
- running long distances in a short amount of time
- endurance
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--- My weaknesses would probably be:
- sometimes too kind
- distrustful of other races of wolves
- too large to fit in small places
- cannot swim well, too heavy and thick-boned

--- Shh, I have a secret:
My mother constantly reprimanded me for giving out my blood too readily to others. It just seems like such a silly thing to recall now…

--- I have to admit, I'm afraid of:
- warsfiel
- foul-tempered wolves
- death
- being completely alone

--- Hey, I'm proud of my accomplishments, and I'm ashamed of my failures:
Saving a wounded Celestial from the brink of death is my proudest moment, but my worst failure was when myself and my mate were attacked by a Warsfiel and he had to protect me.

--- Oh, and you should probably know that:
My period of hibernation during the new moon is three days, both the day before the new moon and the day after, as well as the day itself, I must lie dormant.


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You're only a moment away, a severed dream to live. Well, nights like these it strikes me, I could only quit breathing;;

My past is a window..

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Kitanni is deceased, and is no longer in this world.

Marco is deceased, and is no longer in this world.


--- I was born along side:
I have no siblings.


--- Other significant people in my life are/were:
My parents, deceased mate, and other Lunaeave.


--- I would have to say my best memory so far is:
Chasing my mate up the side of a mountain, splashing through the snow as if it were water.

--- I would have to say my worst memory so far is:
Having to say goodbye to my mate, he shall always remain in my heart.



--- Let me tell you a story about myself:

I was born to loving Lunaeave parents, however they both were getting on in years. Both my parents died of old age, my mother one hundred and twenty years old and my father one hundred and thirty-two. I was fourteen years old when it happened. Yes, my parents met late in their lives, and I was their only child. From birth I was doted on lovingly and taught of the locations which were best in order to avoid contact with the other races. I learned fully the meaning of my mother’s words when an injured Aristocratic wolf attacked me in my sixth year. This understanding of mine would be deepened later in life, for I was a fool who took many years to learn from my mistakes.

It was in my fortieth year that I met my mate-to-be, Jirao. He was a glorious and kind Lunaeave, though like my mother he warned me about being too trusting of the other races and cautioned me to stay only in the most remote of areas. I took heed of his wisdom and instead of parting ways, traveled with him. It was comforting to be near another of my race, having been alone for so long. He told me tales of other Lunaeave as I had not met another of our kind save my parents and him. They weren’t many of us, I knew, but I was amazed to know he had met four others of our kind who lived and traveled together. Whenever I asked why he did not stay with them his expression would grow sad and he would not say.

Over time I learned not to ask the question, and I merely assumed they had some sort of falling out – I never would have guessed they had been killed for their blood. But Jirao kept me safe; he kept us high in the most remote mountain ranges, far away from the other races. I was a sheltered fool. Jirao was far older than me and he knew more of this world than I, but until a lone Warsfiel attacked us I did not fully comprehend the danger he had spoken of. The beast tore into our flesh with ease and did not relent until Jirao felled him and he laid motionless in the red snow. We had grown lax in our attentiveness and the demon had crept up on us from behind.

I agonized over the creature’s death despite the wounds he had dealt us, and Jirao scolded me for my foolhardiness. He swore my kindness would kill me, but he himself was kind. And though our kind lived long, Jirao left me at last. We spent twenty years together, not once consummating our love. He passed at the grand age of one hundred and thirty-six. Yes, Jirao had been a fair few years older than I, but love was not bound by age – particularly not amongst my kind. And though I mourned his passing, I had come to accept it was a natural process. Us Lunaeave were blessed with a longer life than most races, so I had seen fellow wolves pass on many a time before. Of course, it was different when it was your lover.

Time has worn on since then and I have stuck to the same remote locations as I have for over half a decade now. On occasion I will venture down to the lower lands, most often in the winter when the snow grows too deep, even for me – my body is too heavy to travel on top of the snow. Not all my encounters with the other races have been poor, but for the most part I just tend to avoid them if I can. It’s best not to tempt fate after all.
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We walk in bright colors, like we were only born to fade away;;

Just a little more..

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[/color] Hey, man. Rules are there for a reason, I wouldn't want to be caught off guard by something I should know: I have read the rules, and will probably be reading them constantly.
--- * If I had to choose a theme song, it would be: None.
--- * I almost forgot!: Miyako will likely always be a Loner, it just doesn't seem plausible for her to join any pack.
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I know, those bright eyes. A reflection of mine, that were slowly fading;;

My loving master..

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Kel

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Age;; 20
Experience;; 9-10 years off and on
Characters;; None at the moment

Aliases;; Kel

Give credits!
Character copyright to;; myself
Design copyright to;; myself
Quote copyright to;; myself, though someone else may have said it somewhere, it's not really a real quote anyhow >>
Image copyright to;; wolf - happeningstock.deviantart.com // manip - myself

Oh, hey. This template was created by Noctis for Memento Mori's uses only. Do not steal this, it is considered plagiarism. All lyrics in this template are copyright to the band Mass Undergoe. I do not take credit for them.

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