FlyingNinjaWolf

1. Post the rules
2. Post 8 facts about your character
3. Tag 8 other people
4. Post names w/ character avatars

This is for my little boy, Tanner!

1. Tanner often gets sleepy when in the sun. 
1. His darker coat soaks in more heat and so he gets warmer than some lighter wyngrew. Therefore, he spends more time indoors.
2. Tanner is deathly afraid of puckoos.
1. It goes to the point where if he comes across one he will run in terror. Nobody is really sure why he's so afraid, but I'm sure he will grow out of it.
3. If someone is fluffy, there's a 1/3 chance he will snuggle with them.
4. Speaking of snuggling, Tanner's main love language is Physical Touch, so hugs and cuddles make him feel appreciated!
5. Tanner likes to wander and explore, getting him in trouble sometimes when he goes too far.
6. One of the goals of his is to climb to the top of a mountain.
7. When scratching himself, he tends to nick his skin with his claws. He hasn't figured out how to be gentler.
8. His favorite color is silver.

Tags:

1. Azu
2. Lumi
3. Jane
4. Tawny

I...don't know anyone who hasn't been tagged so...yeah. I'm sorry if you were tagged and already did it!

        Nicole was a strong spirit among her tribe. She advocated for the peace between all species and was an ambassador for wars between territories and food. She was an asset to the viscets around her, someone they could rely upon. But as soon as the trees were sawed down and taken from them, she was left at a standstill with the one species she could never properly communicate with. They could not listen to reason when they had just as much of a right to live where they pleased, just like her. She had no right to keep them off the land they took, so therefore she let them be, even with how much it displeased her.

        As a viscling she was raised in the tribe, found as an egg abandoned by her parents when a predator swept through the lands, or as she was told. It was a struggle to keep her alive with how long she had been sitting without a mother’s warmth, only the nest she was placed into keeping her from any winds. The chief declared her part of the group as soon as she was taken back to their deemed territory at the time, and when she hatched, was given the necklace she has since worn. They were nomads, often traveling when something was troubling in the area or when prey ran low. This meant seeing much of the world to little Nicole, following behind the slightly older visclings.

       Everything was a dream to her. Seeing the flowers, the wild animals running past her, even the dark forbidding forests were something to adventure into (and get pulled out immediately). The world was her oyster, and she couldn’t ever see enough. This caused a lot of problems within her tribe, getting scolded for wandering off or chasing a butterfly over a territory line. But it wasn’t her fault, at least not entirely, she told herself. Everything was created to be discovered, wasn’t it? She did her best to follow to the rules of the pack, even if she didn’t like them very much.

        As she grew and matured, being raised by the pack as a whole, the reality of the world around them was beginning to be clear to her. It was not filled with such pleasures she experienced as a child. Invasions, battles, and death were facing them at every corner; a mistake could cost someone’s life or land. It was a war against the earth they laid upon every night, and the very beings they were. She had to shut out the things everyone said, fighting against what she hated the most, a hypocritical statement in the end but the only thing she could do. Nature was depending on her existence to help protect it. This included the territorial claw marks defacing the trees she lived under, the skeletons left to decompose in the open, even the very dens her tribe resided in. She couldn’t see the world continue to be an environment of hatred when she always saw it in an innocent light as a young one.

        Her tribe was now settled next to the village that placed a barrier in her travels, an obstacle in her tirade against the destruction of everything she lived in. The prey had thrived within the fields that were now nothing but buildings and the strange creatures that resided there, spewing giberish and finding enjoyment in cutting and ripping apart the forests that held her and her surrogate family safe.

        Nicole needed to do something when they started venturing beyond their town and sawing down trees closer and closer to the nests of her pack. With the new eggs laid just a week prior, she had to do something. She was the only one with bravery to stand her ground, rather than flee like the way the others were raised so strictly in. She needed to face the impossible, even if it cost her dearly.