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B A S I C S

Name: Paloma

Name Meaning [optional]: Dove

Gender: Fea

Mantle [if any]: Deity of Peace

Soul Mate: N/A

S P E C I F I C S

Visual: Paloma is not the most beautiful of the female deities, but she is certainly lovely. Her pale coat glows with her power, and her ice-blue eyes glitters with an inner intuition that shows wisdom beyond her years. She has wide, feathery pale wings that are only visible when spread for flight. Her fangs are long and ivory-hued, although she very rarely bares them. Her claws are sharp and long, but hardly used outside of hunting.

Personality: Paloma is properly named and mantled in association to her personality. She is a calm, gentle fea with only good intentions in all she does. She is very peaceful and rarely shows any sort of temper. She loves caring for pups and is a gatherer of the souls of young wolves that died before their time. She longs to have her own pups, but has not yet found another who is worthy enough to father them. She has a mild temperament and demotes any type of fighting. She will however, fight to the last breath for what she believes deserves to be protected.

History: Paloma is one of the only wolves to be mantled as a deity at birth. Her father died of unknown causes while her mother died at her birth, leaving her, a lone pup, to the merciless cold of the snowstorm. The gods could see her pure spirit from the moment of her birth and pitied her, saving her from certain death and raising her under the laws. Her pure soul remained so through adolescence and at her mantling ceremony she was mantled as the Deity of Peace. She has been such ever since and has not done anything to lose that title.

E X T R A S

Picture: see signature

RP Example:
The cold pressed in on all sides, painfully compressing and unbreathable air that no matter how much the little fea tried to breathe. She shivered.

Her instinct sent her wriggling for her mother’s side. She reached a soft barrier, but it was cold. Oh, so cold, like the pressing air and wetness that seemed impossible to escape. Would she never find a way out of this cold?

Like a ray of sunshine a warmth fell across her muzzle. Whispery words flowed into her ears from breathy voices.

“Paloma,” they crooned. “Paloma, come with us Paloma.”

Are they calling to me? the fea idly wondered.

“Yes, Paloma, purest of heart,” they sang. “You belong with us.”

She felt the warmth encase her cold body, the body that eagerly drank in the heat until the heat almost felt painful. But she knew not what pain was. She could not accurately describe the feeling, simply that it was mildly uncomfortable but mostly good.

She felt herself rise, and suddenly everything was bathed in many dizzying colours, colours she could not yet name. She moved her head around in awe of the many hues, suddenly skittering back when she realized something...

She was not alone.