Post by tealver on Jul 24, 2007 18:27:28 GMT -6
Thou name is Tealver, a beautiful femme of the age of three. I run upon the plains in a beautiful golden coat with my gold, silver rimmed eyes beaming. I am untrusting of every lion I meet but once you get to know me I can be rather sweet. My heart beats for no one, not yet anyhow. It has been destroyed once before when both cubs and mate was killed as wekk as my pride. Now I am searching for a mate and pride to take me in. One that won't mind my talkative nature and first met attitude. Will some one adjust my attitude, turn my fate around? Or am I doomed for a life of sadness, mistrust, and lonley.
When my trust is given, don't break it for it will be the most valuable thing youve gained for with trust comes loyalty, and loyalty does not come with betray.
My Pass: Tealver had cubs and a mate at one time, even a pride full of healthy lions on a beautifuly abundant savanna. But another pride moved into her lands and tore appart everyone, including her mate and cubs. But instead of killing her the great lion offered her a place to stay among his pride but she refused and woke up some hours later with blood running down her side. What should have been a killing blow had acctually knocked her out. Memories of not only the battle but her dead parents of another pride flashed through her mind as she wandered for seemingly days without food or water. Finaly she has come upon new lands were she hopes she can live and prosper, two years of torture, will her third year bring a change of events?
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Meetings of Others: I haven't met anybody yet.
Feelings: The only feelings I have for everyone right now is Mistrust
When my trust is given, don't break it for it will be the most valuable thing youve gained for with trust comes loyalty, and loyalty does not come with betray.
My Pass: Tealver had cubs and a mate at one time, even a pride full of healthy lions on a beautifuly abundant savanna. But another pride moved into her lands and tore appart everyone, including her mate and cubs. But instead of killing her the great lion offered her a place to stay among his pride but she refused and woke up some hours later with blood running down her side. What should have been a killing blow had acctually knocked her out. Memories of not only the battle but her dead parents of another pride flashed through her mind as she wandered for seemingly days without food or water. Finaly she has come upon new lands were she hopes she can live and prosper, two years of torture, will her third year bring a change of events?
Picture:
Meetings of Others: I haven't met anybody yet.
Feelings: The only feelings I have for everyone right now is Mistrust
