+ Are the memories I hold still valid? +
*She let out an exasperated sigh, gaze watching her brother as he put on the waterworks. Figures he make such a big deal out of absolutely nothing. Form shifting, shaking away her earlier words of scorn towards the toddler, before she moved forward, but before she had a chance to reach him he took off. Growling lowly, a frustrated sound, great… just great. Head turning towards Vance* “He just being over dramatic, as usual. He to damned spoiled, gets whatever he wants at home.” *Said with a slight hint of agitation in her tone, before she took off after the boy. This time him not having a big enough head start to actually out run her, her grip catching him by the wrist, though there was no harshness in her hold. Instead it was gentle, she gave the boy a soft pull backwards, her form kneeling by him so she could bring him into her hold unless she was stopped* “Shh… No need for that now. You’re a big boy now. No tears” *voice soft, as she did her best to try and fix what she felt she broke. Back of her hand brushing the boy’s cheek.* “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you… I was mean and you can tell mammy and daddy when they come home. Okay?” *fingers running briefly thought he boy’s feathery strands, hand dropping to his shoulder* “lets go home? Mammy and daddy be home soon, and they probably bring you a present. Don’t you want to be there when they bring it back?”
+ Or has the tears deluded them?+.
+ Maybe there's time tomorrow+
Name:
Zitkala
Nickname:
Kala
Age:
4
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Freed Slave
’Master’:
Cyne
Mother
Meria
father
Korbin
Other family
Sahale: Brother Auryon: Cousin Sumahyah: Aunt Ciaran: Uncle Cain: Grandfather
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter , Necromancer, and vampire
Appearance:
Dark brown hair that falls to just about her shoulders maybe a little longer, it had somehow completely strengthened itself in the past 2 years so it went from the tight corkscrew curls to completely straight. Fair skin, and even though young as ‘formed out’ over the two years. Now looking much ‘stronger’ then she did before. still appears innocent though, and can use her looks to get what she wants. Like her mother she has the strange golden eyes, and the same fair skin, but she has the hair of her father the deep brown. She has a rather petite build, even for her age, standing not even 3ft, but even though small she is agile, and is already showing signs of good muscle. She has her fair share of scars, most of htem on her arms from the removal of her wings, and down the back of her legs from whippings. Has a scar on her right shoulder, the name Cyne and the letter a above it. over it a pink line is crossed over it, this makes her free blood. When she shifts her favorite form Is a snowy owl.
Personality:
Guess it depends on who you are, and her mood. she is rarely quiet though, and is often told she is way to bold for her own good. Not afraid to come right out and say what is on her mind, even if it means hurting someone. She can easily put on any act, that can fool anyone including her parents. When younger she seemed very innocent, but that recently started proving to be an act, having obviously went through a lot more then even her parents realized back in the trade. Very mature for her age, though sometimes takes herself and life way to seriously. She is quiet, and the type to pull back away from people when she feels she is in the way. She cares a lot for those around her though, and does what she can to help them. this often ends up with her ‘screwing up’ and saying something she not supposed to say. Intelligent to the point that it can be dangerous, tell her something once she will remember it for the rest of her life. Her mind working more like a computer, storing data and information for later use, usually meaning one should watch what they say around her. she can be playful, but it hard to get her to that state. Usually she don’t feel connected to the other children, leaving her once more feeling alone and lonely. She can be easily upset but she hides it well, so no one knows what is really going on in her head. Not easily swayed into believing lies, and can tell when someone is not telling the truth. Is not afraid of calling them up on it. Loves her brother, and cares for him. having made it her responsibility to make sure he is safe, though at the same time she often ends up jealous of him feels her parents care more for him then her
Past:
She was born to the top slave in the New York building with one of the lowest. Because of this her position was always iffy. She wasn’t really given much of a chance though to prove herself, for she was automatically treated as if she was a trouble maker, and because of this she never really had time to be a kid. Every small mistake she made being reprimanded harshly. Had already had a number of beatings for stupid silly things, by the age of only two. At age two, she was some reason ditched by the person left in charge of raising her (oddly her own birthfather) and ended up with her mother who was now free. Her mother and ‘stepfather’ raised her from then on.
Powers:
Shifting, the vampire powers the necromancer blood no show (not yet at least)
+ The rain will cease to follow,+
+ Been a long road to follow,+
heaven's not enough
if when you get there..
just another blue
and heaven's not enough
you think you've found it
and it loses you
you've thought of all there is
but not enough
and it loses you in a cloud
"there" most everything is nothin'
that it seems
"where" you see the things you only wanna see
I'd fly away
to a higher plane
to say words I resist
to float away
to sigh
to breathe.... forget
and heaven's not enough
if when I'm there I don't remember you
and heaven does enough
you think you know it
and it uses you
I saw so many things
but like a dream
always losing me in a cloud
cause I couldn't cry
cause I turned away
couldn't see the score
didn't know the pain
of leaving yesterday really far behind
in another life
in another dream
by a different name
gave it all away
for a memory
and a quiet lie
and I felt the face
of a cold tonight
still don't know the score
but I know the pain
of leaving everything really far behind
and if I could cry
and if I could live what truth I did then take me there
heaven goodbye
+ Been a long road to follow,+
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