Post by lost on Apr 23, 2020 2:37:29 GMT
hey everyone! with blistering sunrise being discarded and being replaced (by something super exciting!) i am posting characters here for reclaim, simply so they are not accidentally deleted forever if you do not have them saved elsewhere.
I d a l i a
roleplayed by kenai
Idalia's snow white fur and cold, seething ice blue eyes make her look more intense and intimidating than most wolves. Her pack, Blistering Sunrise takes after her own powers. Her story is about as sad as it comes, jam packed with fighting, gore, death and betrayal in the form of her ex mate betraying her and killing her three newborn pups. To deal with the loss of her babies, she turned them into her 3 "spirits" that are constantly around her in the form of purple fire. The fire burns as intensly as her hatred for the one that harmed them. They are controlled mainly by the orb around her neck that allows them to turn into solid beings for just a short amount of time. It's caused her to evolve into a snarky, sarcastic female that has a hard time opening up to anyone other than her extremely small circle. It's also caused her to turn down any attempts at finding a mate.
C e r r i d w e n
roleplayed by forest
“I look inside myself and see my heart is painted black” There is something about being born to a demon and a witch that seems to set your path in life. Even if you weren’t born with the darkness it seems to seep in and paint your heart black. Cerridwen is a daughter of the night and a princess of despair. She is beautiful and graceful and oh how she knows it. Cerridwen is a petite fea with silky black fur and glowing seafoam markings. Six dots rest below each eye while a diamond graces her forehead. Swirls and intricate markings go down her spine while a large symbol graces her chest. The pads of her paws are the same glowing color. Her looks are hypnotic as she moves gracefully over the ground. She is as beautiful as a frozen rose and comes off just as delicate. Beauty isn’t the only thing to Cerridwen though. She isn’t a princess of despair and a daughter of the night just in name sake alone. Cerridwen is colder than the deepest void of space. She leaves herself no room for mistakes and gives everything her all. She will accept nothing less than perfection. She must be the best, she must do her best, she can't fail. This mindset often drives her to her breaking point be it physically or mentally. She doesn’t care for you, she doesn’t care about your pitiful life or the struggles you had to overcome. If you are her enemy she will kill you and she will make it as painful as possible. Some would call Cerridwen stuck up and snobby, and so what? What's so wrong about knowing you are better than others. This is one female who would rip the balls off of any male who doesn’t take her seriously or belittles her. Cerridwen will be heard. She will be respected. Cerridwen moves with purpose, she acts with precision, nothing she does is a mistake. While Cerridwen enjoys beauty and the finer things in life she is not below getting her paws dirty, especially when it's with the blood of those who annoy her. Her mother beat discipline and control into her. Her will power alone is scary. No matter the beating Cerridwen will get back up and launch a counter attack. Even outside of battle Cerridwen always has a tight hold on her emotions. She is a proper fea and is not below sneering at others for their inadequacies (those she doesn’t respect or like that is). While Cerridwen is uptight she also has a wild side. Nothing can confine her or stop her. Under pressure she is extremely calm and resourceful. Her wits and cunning are just as lethal as her sharp claws and fangs. Manipulation and seduction are some of her favorite things to do. She is no stranger to using her body to get what she wants. If Cerridwen respects you and likes you, you will be spared from her harsh judgement and cutting remarks. She is loyal and loving to those that have earned her respect. To anyone else you are nothing more than an ant that has yet to be stepped on. She is darkness and death and that's not even including her power. The sweet, delicate, innocent looking Cerridwen can turn into a literal monster. One that's best at shredding flesh and bathing in blood. One that's made for killing and hunting. She rarely takes her ‘beast’ form so few know what it looks like. Cerridwen is the nightmare at your heels, never slowing and never leaving. She is the one that will hunt you to the farthest corner of the earth. No matter where you go Cerridwen will find you and she will kill you. She is a demon in disguise and may the gods help whoever sees the truth.
P r i m
roleplayed by lost
On the outside, Prim seems well put together and beautiful. She is tall and slender, her legs allowing her to stand above most ordinary warriors, but there doesn't seem to be much muscle hidden beneath her coat. Still, she's a force to be reckoned with when she is angry. Her pelt is a mixture of gray hues, ranging from a dark charcoal to a pale silver. Her eyes are a warm hazel, tinged with a golden light that shows others the broken heart that shaped her into who she is. Prim lived life as a loner, and in her mind it was beautiful. Her family lived in their own small "pack" — her parents, her brother and sister, and then a new litter of pups. Things could not have been more perfect. Prim was dreaming of the day where she would find her own mate and the family could grow. It was all ripped from her in a single night, a night that felt years long but could have only lasted moments. Her sister, Morgana, had always been a little off. Always seemed to have a lust for things that were dark or morbid. Still, Prim loved her dearly, as she did them all. You could not find a more beautiful soul. On this fateful night, it seemed that Morgana had succeeded in a plot that had been stirring in her mind for a long time. Prim will never understand her motives, nor does she attempt to. Her sister first killed their father, who was guarding the den. After that she killed their mother, and was through two of the pups when Prim's brother attacked her. Awoken by their fight, Prim realized in slow motion what was happened. She grabbed the only pup that still remained, a small she-wolf called Poppy, and ran. She ran as far and as fast as her paws would carry her until she came to a beautiful meadow with mountains standing behind them, reaching to the heavens. This is how Prim came to Blistering Sun. She is still very much the kind and compassionate wolf she always was, however now you will find that she is much more guarded and hesitant to open herself up to others. She tries hard to be strong and hold herself together, but sometimes she breaks and can't fight the tears that nearly suffocate her when they are not let out. She is more sensitive now, and hesitant to have dreams that reach further than feeding her new family. She tries hard to forget her past, but even when she is not thinking about it, as she's gotten better and better at making herself forget, she cannot escape the shadow that has taken hold and squeezes her heart.
N e w t
roleplayed by lost
Newt is a small, skinny brute with a pelt of musky brown. Dirty and unkempt, Newt has little to no friends; scratch that, not even his mother liked him. He lives only to annoy and pester, though only pretty fea. He is afraid of other males, knowing they could crack his spine with a single blow. He came to Blistering Sunrise for convenience, letting them feed him and protect him even though he does the minimum to stay as part of their pack.
S c a r h e a r t
roleplayed by Giawulf
"I was born in flames. I will die in flames. But so to, shall my prey. I am the fire of cleansing." A wolf's life is rarely a peaceful one, though for some violence finds them more easily than others. The wolf now known as Scarheart was born a red wolf, to a litter of 6. He was the strongest and most courageous of his siblings, but also the brashest. He was but only 12 moons old when a group of poachers came into his wood and attacked his family. In the midst of the carnage and goring one of the poachers, he accidentally knocked over a can of kerosene into the poacher's campfire. The fire spread into a great billowing forest fire that consumed the whole woods. The cub was surrounded by flames, scared and alone. He believed this would be his end; to die by the flames of foolish humans. But instead...the flames saved him. Changed him. Visited by the spirit of a Firebird, the spirit blessed the boy with fire; the flames of the wood consumed the cub, but instead of immolating him to death, they invigorated him and filled him with burning rage and passion. By the Firebird's blessing, he learned how to wield the flames with his howl: by welling the flames in his heart, he can let loose a torrent of fire and rage from his maw. A deep scar was left over his chest where the flames entered his body; right where his heart lay. Thus, he took on the name Scarheart. By the Firebird's guidance, he followed the direction of the sunrise. He now had a mission: to cleanse the world of its great evil, humans. But a sole wolf cannot do this alone, and thus he sought a pack. Wandering from wood to wood, leaving ashes of his prey in his wake, he eventually found his way to the Wildwood, where he has found a home among the Blistering Sunrise pack, whom share his passion. As the avatar of the Firebird, he defends his pack and hunts his hated prey with fang, claw, and flame. Woe to thy who stand before ye wolf of cleansing flame; the wolf they call Scarheart.
S e i z a
roleplayed by Fire
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn....Should never crave the rose.” Some say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though any who lay eyes on Sezia are captivated by her. Her fur is a mixture between cherry red and mahogany from her face to her tail. Her underside and legs, and around her eyes are a snowy white. This only helps to illuminate her bright grey eyes that seem to pierce though you. All this beauty seems to be lost on her though. Sezia is a fierce femme who doesn't seem to realize the beauty she holds. She is tough, and doesn't back down from anyone. She can seem extremely intimidating to any who come across her, which typically turns the desire into envy or even disdain. Her fierce nature stems from a place of desire to serve. She is extremely loyal to those she cares about, even though she may not show it. Her awkwardness around others seems to come out anytime she doesn't have a mission or order to be focused on. Sezia isn't good with others, and has a hard time making friends, even though she isn't mean she can't seem to figure out what is 'socially normal' which sometimes causes misunderstandings. However, if you can get past her strange behaviors and tough exterior, Sezia would lay down her life in order to protect you.
G e l g é i s
Roleplayed by Sassenach
This she-wolf has a rather interesting pass that involves murder and sights into the future. She is a charming individual, but has no issue using her skills to remove those in her way to get to what she wants. Her goal of seeing an alpha over all the lands is high in her thoughts, but she can keep herself reined in and settled. Her knowledge of herbs and plants for both medicine and poison is extensive and she has no issue using that knowledge for good and bad. Riddles are something that come natural to her, though most the time their meaning is rather clear.
M i s h k a
roleplayed by dionysus.
while mishka's body mass may be smaller than some of his peers, beneath his multi-colored pelt lies lean muscles. he started his life off in lands quite distant from here. life began as it normally did, he was born to a couple within a small pack. he was born alongside several littermates, however of the 5 born only 2 survived. after barely surviving a tough winter, mishka and his pack set their sights for new land in the spring. when mishka began nearing maturity, it was quickly made apparent that he was gifted. his mother embraced his new found ability, while his father resented him. the blessing drove a wedge between the small family, mishka and his mother split from the pack and journeyed on their own for some time. their journey, now only a few months long, had been cut short due to a fateful hunting trip. mishka's mother gained an injury in which she never could recover from. she spent a week in pain before finally succumbing to her injury. her death left mishka alone, and confused. with the recent revelation of his new-found power, he had no one to guide him on how to use his gift. he's young and it shows, more often than not trying to find some kind of trouble to keep himself occupied.
S c a r s b y
roleplayed by Stellardog
Scarsby is a large wolf, a size that many do not see in their lifetime. But with this advantage of size he did not gain a handsome appearance. Consequences of his past caused by living with a troublesome and terrible group gave him his missing eye and bare patches shoulder and stomach fur. Claw marks litter his muzzle and a significant part of his right ear is gone. Half of his tail was stripped badly from a trap he managed to flee and was left scarred and hairless. The fur he has left is jet black. His one eye is a mysterious emerald green that many find quite unnerving. After escaping death from his savage group of wolves Scarsby went on to travel as a nomad until he found Blistering Suns. It was the appeal of being neither good nor bad that drew him in and so he joined with hopes of continuing his life without self-judgement and acceptance.
O l i v i a
roleplayed by envy
mentor: scarsby
Olivia as a pup was unrecognizable as the wolf she is today. Soft and sweet, she was the light of her parent's lives. That all ended abruptly thanks to the work of hunters. Now an orphaned trainee, Olivia has been transformed from her soft innocence to an angry young wolf with a sharp tongue and worse bite. Her vindinctive nature towards almost everyone in her life has gotten her into more trouble than she can recall. 10 moons
P o p p y
roleplayed by lost
Poppy is a sweet little femme that sticks out from the rest of her pack like a sore thumb. She is a smaller in stature, but with a thick frame. Shorter legs make it difficult for her to run quickly, but she has her own special ways of getting around that. Her fur is mostly a gleaming silver, her stomach, legs, and paws white. Darker, charcoal gray swirls on her pelt and face, and then end of her tail is a solid dark gray. Her eyes are a light, pale blue, frosty but not cold. While most of the wolves in Blistering Sun are intense and guarded, Poppy is quite the opposite. She is an open book, care free and wild. Though her past holds tragedy, it is nothing that she can remember. She was born as a loner, living with her family as a small pack consisting of her parents, an older brother, two older sisters, and two of her littermates. One fateful night, one of her eldest sisters, Morgana, killed nearly their entire family in some disgusting lust for blood, starting with their father. She then killed their mother and Poppy's littermates. She was only spared when her older brother attacked Morgana. While she was distracted, her other older sister, Prim, grabbed Poppy and fled the cave. She ran, Poppy dangling from her jaws, until she could run no more. Poppy doesn't remember any of this, but what she does remember is the moment that Prim stopped. A vast meadow reached out before them, bordered by mountains. The sun was rising, a blinding, golden light filling her fresh eyes. Poppy has always embraced that light, though warmth seems as though it should be the opposite of her personality. She was blessed with the gift of the ability to control ice in all of its forms. As she is a bit wild herself, she does not always have the greatest control over it, but she wields it well when need be. You will always know when she's been around, as frost will kiss the petals of the flowers in the field, or slippery tracks will lead down the mountain side. She brings a light to the darkness in so many lives without even trying, just being her friendly and genuine self. 3 moons
I d a l i a
roleplayed by kenai
Idalia's snow white fur and cold, seething ice blue eyes make her look more intense and intimidating than most wolves. Her pack, Blistering Sunrise takes after her own powers. Her story is about as sad as it comes, jam packed with fighting, gore, death and betrayal in the form of her ex mate betraying her and killing her three newborn pups. To deal with the loss of her babies, she turned them into her 3 "spirits" that are constantly around her in the form of purple fire. The fire burns as intensly as her hatred for the one that harmed them. They are controlled mainly by the orb around her neck that allows them to turn into solid beings for just a short amount of time. It's caused her to evolve into a snarky, sarcastic female that has a hard time opening up to anyone other than her extremely small circle. It's also caused her to turn down any attempts at finding a mate.
C e r r i d w e n
roleplayed by forest
“I look inside myself and see my heart is painted black” There is something about being born to a demon and a witch that seems to set your path in life. Even if you weren’t born with the darkness it seems to seep in and paint your heart black. Cerridwen is a daughter of the night and a princess of despair. She is beautiful and graceful and oh how she knows it. Cerridwen is a petite fea with silky black fur and glowing seafoam markings. Six dots rest below each eye while a diamond graces her forehead. Swirls and intricate markings go down her spine while a large symbol graces her chest. The pads of her paws are the same glowing color. Her looks are hypnotic as she moves gracefully over the ground. She is as beautiful as a frozen rose and comes off just as delicate. Beauty isn’t the only thing to Cerridwen though. She isn’t a princess of despair and a daughter of the night just in name sake alone. Cerridwen is colder than the deepest void of space. She leaves herself no room for mistakes and gives everything her all. She will accept nothing less than perfection. She must be the best, she must do her best, she can't fail. This mindset often drives her to her breaking point be it physically or mentally. She doesn’t care for you, she doesn’t care about your pitiful life or the struggles you had to overcome. If you are her enemy she will kill you and she will make it as painful as possible. Some would call Cerridwen stuck up and snobby, and so what? What's so wrong about knowing you are better than others. This is one female who would rip the balls off of any male who doesn’t take her seriously or belittles her. Cerridwen will be heard. She will be respected. Cerridwen moves with purpose, she acts with precision, nothing she does is a mistake. While Cerridwen enjoys beauty and the finer things in life she is not below getting her paws dirty, especially when it's with the blood of those who annoy her. Her mother beat discipline and control into her. Her will power alone is scary. No matter the beating Cerridwen will get back up and launch a counter attack. Even outside of battle Cerridwen always has a tight hold on her emotions. She is a proper fea and is not below sneering at others for their inadequacies (those she doesn’t respect or like that is). While Cerridwen is uptight she also has a wild side. Nothing can confine her or stop her. Under pressure she is extremely calm and resourceful. Her wits and cunning are just as lethal as her sharp claws and fangs. Manipulation and seduction are some of her favorite things to do. She is no stranger to using her body to get what she wants. If Cerridwen respects you and likes you, you will be spared from her harsh judgement and cutting remarks. She is loyal and loving to those that have earned her respect. To anyone else you are nothing more than an ant that has yet to be stepped on. She is darkness and death and that's not even including her power. The sweet, delicate, innocent looking Cerridwen can turn into a literal monster. One that's best at shredding flesh and bathing in blood. One that's made for killing and hunting. She rarely takes her ‘beast’ form so few know what it looks like. Cerridwen is the nightmare at your heels, never slowing and never leaving. She is the one that will hunt you to the farthest corner of the earth. No matter where you go Cerridwen will find you and she will kill you. She is a demon in disguise and may the gods help whoever sees the truth.
P r i m
roleplayed by lost
On the outside, Prim seems well put together and beautiful. She is tall and slender, her legs allowing her to stand above most ordinary warriors, but there doesn't seem to be much muscle hidden beneath her coat. Still, she's a force to be reckoned with when she is angry. Her pelt is a mixture of gray hues, ranging from a dark charcoal to a pale silver. Her eyes are a warm hazel, tinged with a golden light that shows others the broken heart that shaped her into who she is. Prim lived life as a loner, and in her mind it was beautiful. Her family lived in their own small "pack" — her parents, her brother and sister, and then a new litter of pups. Things could not have been more perfect. Prim was dreaming of the day where she would find her own mate and the family could grow. It was all ripped from her in a single night, a night that felt years long but could have only lasted moments. Her sister, Morgana, had always been a little off. Always seemed to have a lust for things that were dark or morbid. Still, Prim loved her dearly, as she did them all. You could not find a more beautiful soul. On this fateful night, it seemed that Morgana had succeeded in a plot that had been stirring in her mind for a long time. Prim will never understand her motives, nor does she attempt to. Her sister first killed their father, who was guarding the den. After that she killed their mother, and was through two of the pups when Prim's brother attacked her. Awoken by their fight, Prim realized in slow motion what was happened. She grabbed the only pup that still remained, a small she-wolf called Poppy, and ran. She ran as far and as fast as her paws would carry her until she came to a beautiful meadow with mountains standing behind them, reaching to the heavens. This is how Prim came to Blistering Sun. She is still very much the kind and compassionate wolf she always was, however now you will find that she is much more guarded and hesitant to open herself up to others. She tries hard to be strong and hold herself together, but sometimes she breaks and can't fight the tears that nearly suffocate her when they are not let out. She is more sensitive now, and hesitant to have dreams that reach further than feeding her new family. She tries hard to forget her past, but even when she is not thinking about it, as she's gotten better and better at making herself forget, she cannot escape the shadow that has taken hold and squeezes her heart.
N e w t
roleplayed by lost
Newt is a small, skinny brute with a pelt of musky brown. Dirty and unkempt, Newt has little to no friends; scratch that, not even his mother liked him. He lives only to annoy and pester, though only pretty fea. He is afraid of other males, knowing they could crack his spine with a single blow. He came to Blistering Sunrise for convenience, letting them feed him and protect him even though he does the minimum to stay as part of their pack.
S c a r h e a r t
roleplayed by Giawulf
"I was born in flames. I will die in flames. But so to, shall my prey. I am the fire of cleansing." A wolf's life is rarely a peaceful one, though for some violence finds them more easily than others. The wolf now known as Scarheart was born a red wolf, to a litter of 6. He was the strongest and most courageous of his siblings, but also the brashest. He was but only 12 moons old when a group of poachers came into his wood and attacked his family. In the midst of the carnage and goring one of the poachers, he accidentally knocked over a can of kerosene into the poacher's campfire. The fire spread into a great billowing forest fire that consumed the whole woods. The cub was surrounded by flames, scared and alone. He believed this would be his end; to die by the flames of foolish humans. But instead...the flames saved him. Changed him. Visited by the spirit of a Firebird, the spirit blessed the boy with fire; the flames of the wood consumed the cub, but instead of immolating him to death, they invigorated him and filled him with burning rage and passion. By the Firebird's blessing, he learned how to wield the flames with his howl: by welling the flames in his heart, he can let loose a torrent of fire and rage from his maw. A deep scar was left over his chest where the flames entered his body; right where his heart lay. Thus, he took on the name Scarheart. By the Firebird's guidance, he followed the direction of the sunrise. He now had a mission: to cleanse the world of its great evil, humans. But a sole wolf cannot do this alone, and thus he sought a pack. Wandering from wood to wood, leaving ashes of his prey in his wake, he eventually found his way to the Wildwood, where he has found a home among the Blistering Sunrise pack, whom share his passion. As the avatar of the Firebird, he defends his pack and hunts his hated prey with fang, claw, and flame. Woe to thy who stand before ye wolf of cleansing flame; the wolf they call Scarheart.
S e i z a
roleplayed by Fire
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn....Should never crave the rose.” Some say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, though any who lay eyes on Sezia are captivated by her. Her fur is a mixture between cherry red and mahogany from her face to her tail. Her underside and legs, and around her eyes are a snowy white. This only helps to illuminate her bright grey eyes that seem to pierce though you. All this beauty seems to be lost on her though. Sezia is a fierce femme who doesn't seem to realize the beauty she holds. She is tough, and doesn't back down from anyone. She can seem extremely intimidating to any who come across her, which typically turns the desire into envy or even disdain. Her fierce nature stems from a place of desire to serve. She is extremely loyal to those she cares about, even though she may not show it. Her awkwardness around others seems to come out anytime she doesn't have a mission or order to be focused on. Sezia isn't good with others, and has a hard time making friends, even though she isn't mean she can't seem to figure out what is 'socially normal' which sometimes causes misunderstandings. However, if you can get past her strange behaviors and tough exterior, Sezia would lay down her life in order to protect you.
G e l g é i s
Roleplayed by Sassenach
This she-wolf has a rather interesting pass that involves murder and sights into the future. She is a charming individual, but has no issue using her skills to remove those in her way to get to what she wants. Her goal of seeing an alpha over all the lands is high in her thoughts, but she can keep herself reined in and settled. Her knowledge of herbs and plants for both medicine and poison is extensive and she has no issue using that knowledge for good and bad. Riddles are something that come natural to her, though most the time their meaning is rather clear.
M i s h k a
roleplayed by dionysus.
while mishka's body mass may be smaller than some of his peers, beneath his multi-colored pelt lies lean muscles. he started his life off in lands quite distant from here. life began as it normally did, he was born to a couple within a small pack. he was born alongside several littermates, however of the 5 born only 2 survived. after barely surviving a tough winter, mishka and his pack set their sights for new land in the spring. when mishka began nearing maturity, it was quickly made apparent that he was gifted. his mother embraced his new found ability, while his father resented him. the blessing drove a wedge between the small family, mishka and his mother split from the pack and journeyed on their own for some time. their journey, now only a few months long, had been cut short due to a fateful hunting trip. mishka's mother gained an injury in which she never could recover from. she spent a week in pain before finally succumbing to her injury. her death left mishka alone, and confused. with the recent revelation of his new-found power, he had no one to guide him on how to use his gift. he's young and it shows, more often than not trying to find some kind of trouble to keep himself occupied.
S c a r s b y
roleplayed by Stellardog
Scarsby is a large wolf, a size that many do not see in their lifetime. But with this advantage of size he did not gain a handsome appearance. Consequences of his past caused by living with a troublesome and terrible group gave him his missing eye and bare patches shoulder and stomach fur. Claw marks litter his muzzle and a significant part of his right ear is gone. Half of his tail was stripped badly from a trap he managed to flee and was left scarred and hairless. The fur he has left is jet black. His one eye is a mysterious emerald green that many find quite unnerving. After escaping death from his savage group of wolves Scarsby went on to travel as a nomad until he found Blistering Suns. It was the appeal of being neither good nor bad that drew him in and so he joined with hopes of continuing his life without self-judgement and acceptance.
O l i v i a
roleplayed by envy
mentor: scarsby
Olivia as a pup was unrecognizable as the wolf she is today. Soft and sweet, she was the light of her parent's lives. That all ended abruptly thanks to the work of hunters. Now an orphaned trainee, Olivia has been transformed from her soft innocence to an angry young wolf with a sharp tongue and worse bite. Her vindinctive nature towards almost everyone in her life has gotten her into more trouble than she can recall. 10 moons
P o p p y
roleplayed by lost
Poppy is a sweet little femme that sticks out from the rest of her pack like a sore thumb. She is a smaller in stature, but with a thick frame. Shorter legs make it difficult for her to run quickly, but she has her own special ways of getting around that. Her fur is mostly a gleaming silver, her stomach, legs, and paws white. Darker, charcoal gray swirls on her pelt and face, and then end of her tail is a solid dark gray. Her eyes are a light, pale blue, frosty but not cold. While most of the wolves in Blistering Sun are intense and guarded, Poppy is quite the opposite. She is an open book, care free and wild. Though her past holds tragedy, it is nothing that she can remember. She was born as a loner, living with her family as a small pack consisting of her parents, an older brother, two older sisters, and two of her littermates. One fateful night, one of her eldest sisters, Morgana, killed nearly their entire family in some disgusting lust for blood, starting with their father. She then killed their mother and Poppy's littermates. She was only spared when her older brother attacked Morgana. While she was distracted, her other older sister, Prim, grabbed Poppy and fled the cave. She ran, Poppy dangling from her jaws, until she could run no more. Poppy doesn't remember any of this, but what she does remember is the moment that Prim stopped. A vast meadow reached out before them, bordered by mountains. The sun was rising, a blinding, golden light filling her fresh eyes. Poppy has always embraced that light, though warmth seems as though it should be the opposite of her personality. She was blessed with the gift of the ability to control ice in all of its forms. As she is a bit wild herself, she does not always have the greatest control over it, but she wields it well when need be. You will always know when she's been around, as frost will kiss the petals of the flowers in the field, or slippery tracks will lead down the mountain side. She brings a light to the darkness in so many lives without even trying, just being her friendly and genuine self. 3 moons