~ Aine ~
Name: Aine (Aia)
Gender: Female
Color: White/brown/blue
Eye Color: Stormy grey
Species: Dreamcatcher
Personality: Confident in herself, Aia is also down-to-earth and kind. She wishes to help others whenever she can
Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
Prefers: Kind people, her home country of Ireland
Dislikes: tangles in her mane or tail, strife, and dirt
Favorite foods: Farl, (a type of bread)
Least favorite foods:
Defenses: running away
Attack: None
Forms: Feral only
Accessories: She has an arm bangle on her right foreleg and a key pendent on her left horn (see below)
Backstory: Aine brushed a pesky fly from her right flank and sighed sadly. She had come to this country so far from her home, looking for adventure, but instead found herself longing for her homeland. She missed the lush green of the rolling hills by the sea. The Sheep, big and clumsy as they were, baaing in the cool evening
breeze as the dogs drove them home to the barns radiating warm light from within. She missed the heavy scent of the heather, laden with dew in the early mornings and the stark contrast of hewn stone castles that stuck, like erupted teeth, out of the emerald hillsides. Her home country had deep roots in her heart, and as she turned her attention back to what was at hand, Aia knew that her heart and soul belonged in Ireland.
Special notes: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=1991138#p61898923
Adopted from Tweeti on chickensmoothie
(pendent and key images are not mine)
Gender: Female
Color: White/brown/blue
Eye Color: Stormy grey
Species: Dreamcatcher
Personality: Confident in herself, Aia is also down-to-earth and kind. She wishes to help others whenever she can
Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert
Prefers: Kind people, her home country of Ireland
Dislikes: tangles in her mane or tail, strife, and dirt
Favorite foods: Farl, (a type of bread)
Least favorite foods:
Defenses: running away
Attack: None
Forms: Feral only
Accessories: She has an arm bangle on her right foreleg and a key pendent on her left horn (see below)
Backstory: Aine brushed a pesky fly from her right flank and sighed sadly. She had come to this country so far from her home, looking for adventure, but instead found herself longing for her homeland. She missed the lush green of the rolling hills by the sea. The Sheep, big and clumsy as they were, baaing in the cool evening
breeze as the dogs drove them home to the barns radiating warm light from within. She missed the heavy scent of the heather, laden with dew in the early mornings and the stark contrast of hewn stone castles that stuck, like erupted teeth, out of the emerald hillsides. Her home country had deep roots in her heart, and as she turned her attention back to what was at hand, Aia knew that her heart and soul belonged in Ireland.
Special notes: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=1991138#p61898923
Adopted from Tweeti on chickensmoothie
(pendent and key images are not mine)