Post by .}{EXXI. on Nov 4, 2007 20:34:21 GMT 9
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. long, silky white hair, almost colourless, stretches the length of her form, keeping out even the coldest of winter winds. the left eye is circled by a unique patch of light smoky-grey fur - the only colour on her coat to overcome the stark, all-consuming whiteness. pads are thick and tough allowing her to race constantly through the wilderness and are acompanied by sharp glistening silver claws to tear into flesh of enemies and prey alike. a lithe, slender form but not without hidden strength. eyes an intense, omniscent storm-grey. < < <
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.quiet and solem, swift magic has an aura of wisdom beyond her age although if that is true or not remains to be seen. being a good listener means she knows any things she ought not to but so far has not done anything danerous with the knowledge. the little bear is a mysterious creature who spends little time socialising and much of it observing the world around her. although she is gentle enough, her huge grey eyes can sometimes unerve her peers, resulting in her love of solitude. she is quietly determined though, and loyal although she has strange views on some things and often is the one to open others' minds to new ways of thinking. < < <
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. born to a dying mother, swift magic has never known who her father is. she was raised by three cub-mothers, each trying to pass her on to the next as quickly as possible to evade the strange, orphaned cub. none of the other cubs wanted to play with her either but oddly enough, this did not bother her. soon she became a learner and now shares a den with new demates who are equally unerved by her. there are a few who tolerate her now but none who are close. that is fine with magic though as she does not particularly care for company. < < <