Name:
Linden
Nickname:
Lyn
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None atm
Artist:
Mint Chip
Linden
Nickname:
Lyn
Gender:
Female
Orientation:
Straight
Relationship:
Open
Friendships:
Open
Companions:
None atm
Artist:
Mint Chip
Bio:
Linden is a Nature Sprite that Prairie found during one of his travels. He named her after the tree he found her under and she grew up learning about nature from Prairie. Prairie noticed she was special when she could call for trees to grow, bloom, and leaf out by whispering to them. He knew she needed a place that she could be safe as people began to stare and call her a witch for her talents. He then found the House of Angels, where viscets like Linden could truly thrive in a safe place. At the House of Angels, Linden is in control of the tree species, as is her specialty, and so she works closely with the forest around the garden as well as the trees within. She has her own garden plot that has a variety of fruiting trees like apples and pears, but also those that she has a deep fondness for like lindens. She is a kind soul that helps out the other gardeners and has been known to help in fights with the Angels occasionally by tangling the attackers in tree roots. |
Traits:
Fox Ears- Uncommon
Smooth Horns- Uncommon
Minor Mane- Uncommon
Fox Ears- Uncommon
Smooth Horns- Uncommon
Minor Mane- Uncommon
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Hatchery Form
Prairie*
Egg you'd like to adopt:
Growth to Adult: *Yes
Offspring:
Zigger
Conner
Other:
Penn Diagram X3 Major Mane- 3C$ (Edit: Long Flowing Please)
Penn Diagram X3 Fox Ears- 3C$
Penn Diagram X2 Smooth Horns - 2C$
Total: 8C$
Egg you'd like to adopt:
Growth to Adult: *Yes
Offspring:
Zigger
Conner
Other:
Penn Diagram X3 Major Mane- 3C$ (Edit: Long Flowing Please)
Penn Diagram X3 Fox Ears- 3C$
Penn Diagram X2 Smooth Horns - 2C$
Total: 8C$
Stories
Prairie sat down, wondering what would come next. He had traveled as far as he could and was left staring at a blank coast. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, taking in the breeze and resting. It was strange how sore he felt once he had remained stationary for so long. When he did finally go to get up, all his joints cracked and he knelt by the tree preparing to get up on his creaky legs. That's when he saw it. Tangled up in the roots of the tree he was sitting in was a small egg. He peered closer at it and realized it was a viscet egg with greens and purples marking up the white coloration.
Prairie unwrapped the roots from the egg and studied it closely. It seemed like it had been there in the roots for an awfully long time and he gazed around. There were no tracks around the tree besides his own, and in the soft sand anything would leave a mark. He found it strange that this egg just seemed to appear next to him, no sign of the parents. Prairie rubbed the shell a bit and then looked at the tree once more.
He knew what kind of tree this was. Well at least he thought he did. Now what was it again. Lindor? No. Lindent? No. Ugh, what was that name? That's when the egg started moving and cracking in his paws. He set it down gently and watched as it broke open and a small little muzzle poked out. Prairie watched the little viscet stretch weakly from the egg and smiled.
"Linden." Prairie said out loud, looking at the child by his feet. A name suited for the little one.
Prairie unwrapped the roots from the egg and studied it closely. It seemed like it had been there in the roots for an awfully long time and he gazed around. There were no tracks around the tree besides his own, and in the soft sand anything would leave a mark. He found it strange that this egg just seemed to appear next to him, no sign of the parents. Prairie rubbed the shell a bit and then looked at the tree once more.
He knew what kind of tree this was. Well at least he thought he did. Now what was it again. Lindor? No. Lindent? No. Ugh, what was that name? That's when the egg started moving and cracking in his paws. He set it down gently and watched as it broke open and a small little muzzle poked out. Prairie watched the little viscet stretch weakly from the egg and smiled.
"Linden." Prairie said out loud, looking at the child by his feet. A name suited for the little one.