Kingdom of Avon
Fable
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Fable Goldencourte
Fay-bull
Species
Mixed Breed Wolf
Age
5 years, 5 months
Birth Date
2021-05-01
Sex
Female (She/Her)
Height
Very Tall
Weight
Average
Build
Athletic
Scent
Lavender, honey, florals and citrus
Eyes
Sage green
Fur
Tones of blush, soft cream, and a dash of coffee
Visible Oddities
Wavy, tumbled fur - frequently dotted with flowers and foliage
Mark of Mythris
Idle motes of light
Aesthetic
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From her first breath, Fable was imbued with a sense of unselfish love for all around her - possessing a source of empathy so deep it flows readily through her veins. Her gentle nature expands wholly across all areas of her life, from the way she treats others to her connection with the world itself. She loses herself in nature, relishing the feel of tickling long grass against her slender legs and the caress of the sun. Fable finds beauty in places where others might not, knowing each piece of life to be a fragment of something larger and more cohesive. She believes firmly in fate and all things happening as they should, on a timeline not always easily navigated; her stalwart beliefs help her navigate the choppy channels of life, imbuing her with the ability to envision a bright future when she feels only crowding darkness.
Effusive with her affections, it does not require a degree in rocket surgery to discern where one lies within Fable's favor. She is tactile and quick to embrace others, her warmth and affirmations readily available.
Blush fur covers Fable's body, broken by swaths of cream and white. Its waved texture provides volume but is easily betrayed when the fibers are wet, revealing her slender and willowy form. Although she bears a tall stature, she does not hold herself in a menacing way - her gait is that of a deer: long-legged, graceful, and light on her paws. For all her fluidity, she is often found lounging with little thought given to decorum, belly-up in a patch of wildflowers and soaking up precious sunlight. She often sports evidence of such adventures, the thicker portions of her fur retaining foliage debris that tells a story of her travels.
Fable speaks with an Irish accent which thickens under duress.
Effusive with her affections, it does not require a degree in rocket surgery to discern where one lies within Fable's favor. She is tactile and quick to embrace others, her warmth and affirmations readily available.
Blush fur covers Fable's body, broken by swaths of cream and white. Its waved texture provides volume but is easily betrayed when the fibers are wet, revealing her slender and willowy form. Although she bears a tall stature, she does not hold herself in a menacing way - her gait is that of a deer: long-legged, graceful, and light on her paws. For all her fluidity, she is often found lounging with little thought given to decorum, belly-up in a patch of wildflowers and soaking up precious sunlight. She often sports evidence of such adventures, the thicker portions of her fur retaining foliage debris that tells a story of her travels.
Fable speaks with an Irish accent which thickens under duress.