Alaska Lees - Incomplete

[Alaska Lees]

N A M E '

ALASKA ELIZABETH LEES. The name Alaska means beautiful, and it does indeed suit her quite well. Her middle name is Elizabeth, after her grandmother, who died of cancer just before she was born.

A G E '

Nineteen years of age

G E N D E R '

Female

S H I F T I N G '

When Alaska shifts, she takes the form of a Marwari x Thoroughbred horse cross. She absolutely adored hotblooded horses before she became a shifter, and she full-heartedly admires her shifter form.

P E R S O N A '

Alaska is a very insightful and brooding individual, remaining ever pensive of the natural beauty of all living things. She has an artist eye, and loves drawing, writing.

S K I N . D E E P '

H U M A N . F O R M '

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FROM ISILME. The horned mistress tipped her slightly dished crown toward the sky, her turquoise oculus peering up toward the atmosphere which loomed with gloomy gray. The snow had halted from descending for the most part, as the last tiny pearls of frozen rain slowly drifted down to thicken the blanket of ashen that coated the earth. The femme lifted her slender pistons lavishly into the air above the ivory blanket, as a gentle breeze tugged lightly at her obsidian tassels. The fille flicked her adornments once at her aft limbs, before continuing onward into the gateway.

It was just after noontime; the sun hung high at the center of the sky, and it's illumination was just barely noticeable, smothered by the thick hovering clouds of gray that stifled the blue from the sky. The air was cold and thin, and harsh on the skin when the boisterous wind tossed it into a whirl. The trees' limbs were embellished with heaps of ashen, and surfaced with a thin layer of ice. Winter had hit hard this season. Lady winter had managed to acquire a firm grasp on the world, coating it in a thick silver blanket of gelid pearls of frozen rain, and muffling the sky of it's general baby blue.

Lumina persisted onward towards the Gateway. She shifted her azure oculus across the parcel of land before her, inward curved additives perked high upon the zenith of her slender head. The maiden felt a ripple of frigid air brush past her hide, as she lowered her head to the snow mantle, and she quivered slightly. Her nose nudged away a pile of diamond - adorned snow to uncover a small patch of vegetation, which she nibbled off with her tusk ivories. She grazed for a moment, gliding her muzzle across the flakes and uncovering a few patches of botany in which she picked at, and then decided to continue forward, her tasseled tail ascended at a high carriage as she pumped her lithe legs, and inspired brisk breathes of air slowly into her body. She wasn't sure where she was going. She only hoped that her wanderings would take her somewhere.

And surely, they already had.