Valentine

[Czarina]

Name: Valentine

Type: Dog

Age: 27 Moons

Breed: Saluki

Pack: A loner as of yet, but she shall soon be changing that status.

Appearance:
Valentine, often referred to as Val, is a stately off-white canine. Her cream coat distinguishes her from other darker versions of her breed. She, naturally, has the long feathered tail that her kind is known for. Perhaps her tail is a few shades lighter than the remainder of her coat, but the strands are so fine that unless one was to look closely they would see only the milky color that dominates her fur.

Val’s eyes are, like many dogs, a dark brown. They are unique, however, in that instead of being the dark brown that is so common her eyes have lighter flaxen flecks that give her eyes an amber tint when in the sunlight.

Sadly, Val is stately only in stillness. Ungainly as a fawn taking its first few steps, Val is as fast as only her breed can be, but tragically clumsy. She is still so new to the world, only aged two years, that she carries herself in a most awkward manor, as if part of her is on the land and yet another part is off in some dream world.


Personality:
Valentine is as flighty as a bird and indecisive to boot. Like a dove she flits from thought to thought, point of view to point of view, never staying in one place, physically and mentally, for very long. She is notorious for having her head constantly up in the clouds in her own little dream world.

Val is a highly sensitive dog. She is very attentive and in tune with the emotions of other animals. Likewise she is very easily offended or put-out. She carries her vanity and fragility like armor, refusing to let down her shield for any dog or wolf, lest they hurt her.

A case of arrested development leaves Val in a very child-like state of mind. She is always dreaming of love and beauty, but when truly faced with it she becomes withdrawn and shy. Her mother was infamous for her charms but Valentine herself seems to have inherited little of her parent’s qualities.

History:
Snow and Xavier were not in love, they were just frivolous young romantics. Snow did not want to raise little crying puppies, but she was infatuated with the idea of motherhood. Xavier did not want to deal with a pregnant mate, so he left her. Such was the state of the union when Valentine, Crow, and Shine entered the world.

Snow made a poor mother. She was too charming and flirtatious to waste her beauty and potential on mewling pups (or so she claimed). Snow was short-tempered and inattentive to her babies and left them as soon as she could decently excuse herself. That was how the beautiful and occasionally doting mother flitted out of young Valentine’s life like a feather caught in the wind.

Valentine did not understand why her lovely mother was gone. She was subject to fits of rage and depression. She missed the athaliah who had once been her mother, she missed the handsome dogs who occasionally dropped by the cave they had been living in with a treat for her and many a kind word for Snow. Crow and Shine, more sensible and down to earth dogs, did not know what to do with their temperamental sister who could not compose herself enough to help with the hunting. This was how they came to leave Valentine as soon as they all reached one year. Crown and Shine left the cave that had been so safe and they made it clear that Valentine was not to come with them.

Valentine was heart-broken all over again, refusing to understand how her actions had directly influenced her siblings abandoning her. As far as she was concerned, everyone who had loved her had left her and would continue to leave her.

And so, at the age of one year and six moons, Valentine left the cave that held so many memories and went out to make her way in the world as all young dogs must do, as she has been attempting to do since.


Role-Playing Example:
There were snowflakes.

Valentine stared at the cotton fluffs that were filling the air, snow, her mother’s name-sake. It was beautiful, much like the real Snow, so white and soft, but so cold! “May I go out?” Val’s wish rang clear over the babble of her siblings. Snow, who was having one of her rare moments of affection for her children laughed, a lovely bubbling sound, and cooed, “Of course little one, but beware, there are many things beyond this cave much bigger than you!” The little white dog, almost the same color as the flakes that were quickly covering the ground, shook her silky tail and declared, “I want to see them all!”

After a brief warning to stay away from any other animals that were to be encountered all three of the little pups bounced out of the cave, bristling with excitement as the snow swirled around them. Val’s two siblings, Crow and Shine, immediately began wrestling and leaping about in the snow, but Val was of a different sort than them. She wandered away from the pair and fixed the snowflakes with her wide flaxen streaked eyes. It was so beautiful. Quick as a whit, Val poked her paw out and allowed one of the ice crystals to land on her slender paw, for one moment the ice lay preserved on her paw, a picturesque sight, and then, gone. As suddenly as the flake appeared it became just a beautiful memory. Val wheeled around so that she faced her mother, she called shrilly over the quickly accumulating drifts, “I can see why they call it snow! It’s a lovely as you are.”

Fast forward a year, to a different snow, a different memory. The same cream colored dog, now grown into a slight and lovely young animal, almost identical to her mother, stared out of the mouth of the same cave. This time, instead of looking out with wonder, she stared in horror at the dark brown and light russet colored dogs, once her jovial playmates, now her greatest betrayers. “First my mother and now you?” She was crying at them, her despair fortifying the ice in her eyes. The large dark brown dog spoke, “It is not like we didn’t warn you, Valentine.” The smaller russet dog added, “You had chances.” The white dog, Valentine, shook her head ferociously, “One more! Stay with me!” She entreated her siblings. The dogs only shook their heads and turned away, and with that gesture, Valentine surrendered her battered heart that she had fought so hard to keep.
Role-Playing Example:
There were snowflakes.
Valentine stared at the cotton fluffs that were filling the air, snow, her mother’s name-sake. It was beautiful, much like the real Snow, so white and soft, but so cold! “May I go out?” Val’s wish rang clear over the babble of her siblings. Snow, who was having one of her rare moments of affection for her children laughed, a lovely bubbling sound, and cooed, “Of course little one, but beware, there are many things beyond this cave much bigger than you!” The little white dog, almost the same color as the flakes that were quickly covering the ground, shook her silky tail and declared, “I want to see them all!”

After a brief warning to stay away from any other animals that were to be encountered all three of the little pups bounced out of the cave, bristling with excitement as the snow swirled around them. Val’s two siblings, Crow and Shine, immediately began wrestling and leaping about in the snow, but Val was of a different sort than them. She wandered away from the pair and fixed the snowflakes with her wide flaxen streaked eyes. It was so beautiful. Quick as a whit, Val poked her paw out and allowed one of the ice crystals to land on her slender paw, for one moment the ice lay preserved on her paw, a picturesque sight, and then, gone. As suddenly as the flake appeared it became just a beautiful memory. Val wheeled around so that she faced her mother, she called shrilly over the quickly accumulating drifts, “I can see why they call it snow! It’s a lovely as you are.”

Fast forward a year, to a different snow, a different memory. The same cream colored dog, now grown into a slight and lovely young animal, almost identical to her mother, stared out of the mouth of the same cave. This time, instead of looking out with wonder, she stared in horror at the dark brown and light russet colored dogs, once her jovial playmates, now her greatest betrayers. “First my mother and now you?” She was crying at them, her despair fortifying the ice in her eyes. The large dark brown dog spoke, “It is not like we didn’t warn you, Valentine.” The smaller russet dog added, “You had chances.” The white dog, Valentine, shook her head ferociously, “One more! Stay with me!” She entreated her siblings. The dogs only shook their heads and turned away, and with that gesture, Valentine surrendered her battered heart that she had fought so hard to keep.

Username: Czarina
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Experience: Oh god, months? Well, I’ve been at it for five years so I suppose that that’s 60 months!

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