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Awakened
Legacy Name: Awakened
The
Angelic YaherraOwner:
FauneAge: 9 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: November 29th, 2014
Adopted: 4 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: August 7th, 2019
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 28
- Speed: 16
- Health: 19
- HP: 19/19
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stock Worker
"The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time."
She shut her journal and stared off the mountain side; over the railings of her cabin's porch, between the massive trunks of the very trees that had stolen her heart and called her to this Northwestern home. There was something about this world that felt so very different from the home she had grown up in. Gone were the beaches and palm trees, gone were the amusment parks and large crowded cities. Now she existed in an almost magical world, one of small towns, open mountainsides, long hikes through her wooded backyard, and fresh air. Bears, moose, deer, and even the elusive and occasional wolf filled her world, replacing the sea gulls and not-so-exotic squirrels she had always known. Here she found a peace with her world and herself, something that had always eluded her.
She was born with it, the call. It had rang inside her for as long as she could remember, beckoning her to the mountains. She still remembered the first time she saw a redwood, she was struck with an awe unlike any other and the sensation had never left her.
She had spent many years trying her best to subdue this longing. She read the works of Thoreau and the tale of Christopher Mccandless then hid in her home and had an existential crisis. Shortly after she read a book about Orcas and a Hemmingway novel and returned to her previous state of pushing the emptiness she felt away, knowing her only solution to that particular pang would not be found for many years.
That's not to say she was an unhappy girl. She was intelligent, friendly, and passionate. She enjoyed her academic endeavors, her career field, and most of all her marriage - but that quiet little longing was ever present, reminding her that there was still something she had to do, somewhere she had to go before her time was done.