Strange, the paths on which we tread.
-Sabra Girl by Nickel Creek
-Sabra Girl by Nickel Creek
Name: Burn
Gender: Female Age (human): Much older than she looks Species: Slightly magical canine Breed: Akita mix Sexuality: Bisexual Likes: Roses, nature, solitude, winter, gardening, magic, tea Dislikes: Crowds, hot weather, loud noises Lives in Lotho- can travel between worlds |
Burn was obtained from bunlimia on dA 8/19/15. I bought her as a gift for myself.
Rules: Came with none. Will never be for sale/trade. |
Personality & Story
Burn is a solitary creature. She finds that she prefers the company of nature over other creatures. She has an especially hard time getting along with loud individuals. She enjoys tending to her rose gardens, and taking long walks in the early hours of winter mornings. Burn has a slightly magical green thumb, which allows her roses to thrive and bloom all year round, even in the snow! She makes tea, salves, lotions, etc. from her lovely roses. Bun rarely makes much sound, and when she does, she can be found quietly humming to her roses.
No one knows where Burn came from. Some theorize that she grew, like a rose, from the ground. Others think she must be born from magic, and is perhaps a witch. Either way, Burn refuses to confirm or deny any of the rumors that drift about. Just as no one really knows of Burn's origins, no one knows much about this mysteriously magical canine. Most give her ample space, not because they are alarmed by her, but because they respect the privacy she seeks in The Woods.
The roses that are seen on Burn's neck are not decoration, they actually grow from her; they are a part of her.
She would be True Neutral.
No one knows where Burn came from. Some theorize that she grew, like a rose, from the ground. Others think she must be born from magic, and is perhaps a witch. Either way, Burn refuses to confirm or deny any of the rumors that drift about. Just as no one really knows of Burn's origins, no one knows much about this mysteriously magical canine. Most give her ample space, not because they are alarmed by her, but because they respect the privacy she seeks in The Woods.
The roses that are seen on Burn's neck are not decoration, they actually grow from her; they are a part of her.
She would be True Neutral.
mUSIC
Lonely, the life that I once led.
Strange, the paths on which we tread. -Sabra Girl by Nickel Creek
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we do sing
By by, lully lullay? -Coventry Carol by Javier Navarrete
Echoed voices in the night
She's a restless spirit on an endless flight -Witchy Woman by The Eagles
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
Springtime calls her children 'till she lets them go at last
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls -Passing Afternoon by Iron & Wine
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars -Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay -We Don't Eat by James Vincent McMorrow
I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broken and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire -Burning House by Cam
Searching for a sign in the night even like a lonely string of lights
That’ll burn just long enough for you to see it
The road’s been long and lonely and you feel like giving up
There’s more to this than just the breath you’re breathing -Fly by Maddie & Tae
I was young when I left home
An' I been out a-ramblin' round -I Was Young When I Left Home by Antony + Bryce Dessner
Strange, the paths on which we tread. -Sabra Girl by Nickel Creek
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we do sing
By by, lully lullay? -Coventry Carol by Javier Navarrete
Echoed voices in the night
She's a restless spirit on an endless flight -Witchy Woman by The Eagles
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
Springtime calls her children 'till she lets them go at last
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls -Passing Afternoon by Iron & Wine
Though we share this humble path, alone
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars -Dante's Prayer by Loreena McKennitt
I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay -We Don't Eat by James Vincent McMorrow
I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night
Trying to take what's lost and broken and make it right
I've been sleepwalking too close to the fire -Burning House by Cam
Searching for a sign in the night even like a lonely string of lights
That’ll burn just long enough for you to see it
The road’s been long and lonely and you feel like giving up
There’s more to this than just the breath you’re breathing -Fly by Maddie & Tae
I was young when I left home
An' I been out a-ramblin' round -I Was Young When I Left Home by Antony + Bryce Dessner