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Name of Character applying for: Aphrodite

Culture Character comes from: Greek Mythology

God/Goddess of : Lust, Love, and Beauty

Realm/Home: Mount Olympus

Gender: Female

Physical Description: Few things about Aphrodite's appearance actually change when she descends down to Earth. She has waist length blond hair and cerulean blue eyes, (but her eyes do change to a deep crimson red whenever she get's angry) and a gold arm band is around her right arm. For clothes on earth she wears dark blue skinny jeans with a white spaghetti strap shirt with ruffles on the edges. On Mount Olympus she can be seen wearing a white toga with gold lining, but she may change for special occasions.

Personal Description: Aphrodite is the daughter of Uranus. She was born when Cronus cut off Uranus' genitals and threw them into the ocean and from the sea foam arose Aphrodite. Thus Aphrodite is of an older generation than Zeus. Because of her beauty, other gods feared that jealousy would interrupt the peace among them and lead to war, and so Zeus married her off to Hephaestus, who was not viewed as a threat. But since Aphrodite was unhappy with the marriage she frequently cheated on her husband. Aphrodite is characterized in Greek Mythology as vain, ill-tempered, and easily offended. In addition, she is crafty, flirtatious and seductive. Despite these qualities, she is both very
loving and passionate, having a faith in love that is absolute and true.


Aphrodite is very benevolent and gentle to those she favors.

Traits/Habits: Aphrodite being the goddess of beauty, might use that to her advantage in flirting with beautiful mortals and gods alike. She has a habit of picking up shiny and/or appealing objects, she even has a small collection in her room. Whenever the goddess sees something she wants she'll  do anything to have it (even if that does mean throwing small children out of the way). And if told she cant's have something she'll throw a fit and in the process curse anyone within a 5 foot radius.

Obsessions/Symbol(s): Dolphin, Rose, Scallop shell, Myrtle, Dove, Sparrow, Girdle, Mirror, and Swan.

Weakness: (None)

Roleplay Sample:

Aphrodite walked the streets of New York City, the loud chattering her black stiletto shoes announcing her presence as she walked down the street. The goddess had descended to Earth for no real reason. Maybe she would find some new clothes that would appeal to her interest, maybe spot a pair of shoes that would look lovely on her shoe rack. You simply never know what it is you'll find when you come to Earth, the humans were always surprising her. The goddess so focused on her thoughts and what to do couldn't hear the whispers of humans that would arise when she passed by, nor could she feel there eyes observing her as if she was a piece of meat ripe for the picking.
 
The goddess stopped at a cross walk on the old dingy city street, she tapped her foot as the machine counted down. As she waited she looked around her viewing the ladies and gentlemen that had been stuck waiting. Most were dressed in business suits carrying briefcases or some kind of bag. All of them looked so boring and uninteresting it was rather depressing; one woman two gentlemen down from her had huge black circles under her eyes as if she hadn't slept in weeks. The woman's hair was messy and disheveled, and she face had all kinds of disgusting wrinkles.

Aphrodite shivered. It was so creepy how horrible she looked, she would never let such circumstances in which this woman had gone through ruin her beauty. 'Not ever' The goddess thought to herself. 'Not ever.'

Athena
Roman/Greek
Wisdom and Righteous War
Olympus                                  
: Female
5’11, Chocolate Brown Hair, Amber Eyes, physically built in female form, yet strength of a warrior. Mind sharp, scholar.  On Olympus, she wears sheer material of soft clouds, with a long train of a cape, with no sandles upon her feet and no helmet upon her head, her hair is free to stream down her back like a fountain of chocolate. Upon Earth, she is in her full armor garb, of golden armor, welded from when she was birthed from Zeus head. Lilith perched on her shoulder, hair tucked away into the broad helmet, while her right arm clenches the spear, and her left arm wields the weight of her large shield. While boots of the toughest leather protect her calves and feet.  ( only appearing to loves will she not be in her armor garb, but similar to that of Olympus.) Lilith her Snow Owl is the Mother of Owls, she is Athena’s closet confidant, and friend. The Snow Owl was given voice by Artemis, though only Athena can hear her speak. She is quiet large for an
owl, on earth, she has the appearance of a normal animal, but with an ethereal quality. With ice blue eyes, with flecks of amber, soft down,
and pure utterly white feathers. Only her beak and claws of blackness show her power as a predator. Both are hardly ever apart and the Mother Owl can feel if some one has done something to her children earning her wrath along with Athena's.
Opinionated when it comes to
battle,
willing to offer advice, she can be silent when she feels it is not
necessary to commune with others on Olympus. She has a quelling temper
if
angered, and aids those she believes is trust worthy.
: She always carries her snow owl Lilith upon her shoulder, so no matter where you see her, earth or the heavens she is there. Athena can be aloof to the plites of the other gods. And consumed by need of more knowledge.    
Owls are her sacred animal. Lilith her personal owl is the white snow owl. Once she has been asked by worth armies or a worthy warrior she
becomes engrossed in their victory and will not stop till the task is completeWeakness: Why should you get the character?: Sample Roleplay: “Hello
Lilith my dear…what is it that has you preening so this early of a morning?” “Filthy beasts, have no respect, none at all for their great mother.” “Ouch, ouch! Alright, alright Lilith, calm your temper. Some children are ment to be that way. You cant expect them all to know and respect who you are.” “Well they should try at least!” “Be patient Lilith…time will tell what will happen to those under you line. But know that not all shall be as you wish them to be.”

Name of Character You Are Applying For: Hades

Culture the Character Came From: Greek Mythology

God/Goddess Of: Hell

Realm/Home: The Underworld

Gender: Male

Physcical Description: Hades has a very dark appearence which fits very well considering he is the god of Hell. He has pale skin with jet black hair and dark eyes to match. Hades has two different outfits: his god attire and his Earth attire, (I assume that they can travel to Earth since there is Earth roleplays. They will need to blend in so that they look normal.) His god attire looks as if a black sheet was wrapped around his body, making his robe and he also wears a silver tunic in his god form. His Earth form is simple, consisting of a black V-neck, black leather jacket and dark jeans.

Personal Description: Hades is one of Cronos's children and is the brother of Zeus, Poseidon, Chiron, Hestia, Hera, and Demeter. He obtained his wife, Persephone due to trickery and abduction, now his wife's home is split between the Underworld and Mount Olympus. Even though he is an Olympian, he spends most of his time in his dark home. In mythology, Hades was potrayed as passive rather than evil. He rules the dead, but the actual embodiement of death is Thanatos.
My personal opinion on Hades is he is manipulative characrer since he was able to use trickery to get Persephone as his wife and her to stay with him in the Underworld for half of the year.

Traits/Habits: Being the god of Hell, he would see people in his realm ince they have died because of how easy it is for humans to commit sins. He has an unusual sense of humor, though he comes across as a serious personality, and a fascination in death as well as a morbid mind.

Why Should You Get The Character?: In middle school, I went through an obsession phase with Greek mythology and "Percy Jackson and the Olympians." My friends told me that if I was a demigod, my parent would be Hades - while my famiky said my god parent would be Athena. My friends say I would be a child of Hades because of my love of dark things and morbid personality. After doing some research and adding my own twist, Hades fits right into the types of character I roleplay best: manipulative and somewhat evil. I have a lit of practice on those types of characters.

Sample Roleplay:
With his wife now back on Mount Olympus, Hades was alone in the Underworld. There was nothing but his pet, Cerberus and the newly dying people to keep him company. He had what could be considered a mansion right in the middle of the firey underworld, but nothing burned. Never burning for several millenia.
Out one of the windows of his home, he could see it all. This is what the humans living on Earth referred to as Hell, which it was. The Underworld was Hell and he knee there was no one who wanted to enter this place. However, they had no choice as there was no heaven... Then there should not be a Hell... But everyone has to go somewhere once they have died as all life ends wuth suffering and tragedy. There iz no way to avoid this firey world.
The god could laugh at it all, but his face remains the same, nearly emotionless. This realm was his forever, death was something that was old bews to him. He was fascinated in the cause of death though and the events that lead up to said death. Heart attack, suicide, car crash.. It all interested the god.
He rarely got the chance to see death in person though. Perhaps he should go up to Earth just to see it.. And that is exactly what he is going to do. The whole scene of accidents were like sweet entertainment to him.He walked out of his mansion just as a familiar boat was coming towards the mansion, floating on nothing but hot air.
The god stepped in. "Charon, take me out of here."

I'm sorry I changed your colors Hades, I had to, I couldn't see the red.

Name Of Character Applying For: Persephone

Culture Character Came From: Greek

God/Goddess of: The Spring

Realm/Home: Persephone spends half of the year in Olympus with her mother, and the other half with her husband Hades, in the Underworld.

Gender: Female

Physical Description: While in Olympus Persephone wears a white and gold toga over one shoulder that drapes down past her feet so that it trails around her and comes off more ethereal. Her tunic underneath is comprised of what looks like gold bandages wrapped all around her chest. Her bandages from how the toga hangs over her left shoulder, draping down to her midsection where it folds over the black, intricately braided rope sash that ties around her. Persephone tends to wear no shoes, liking the feeling of the earth on her skin. Her hair drapes down to her waist in long straight locks, golden brown that lights a flame in the sun. While in Olympus she wears half of her hair up in a bun that hangs low and yet elegantly loose.
In the Underworld Persephone wears a black toga with the same gold bandage type tunic underneath. She wears no shoes just as she does in Olympus and the sash that ties around her under her bust is a white and gold rope that tethers out at the ends after the tied knots. In the Underworld Persephone's toga is still long and drapes down and past her feet to trail, but in the Underworld there is a long slit on the right side that trails up to her hips. While in the Underworld she lets her hair fall free and she doesn't care to keep her sash tight and her clothes perfect as she would in Olympus. In the Underworld she's not judged and lets her true self really come out.
On Earth Persephone has light brown-red hair that comes down to her waist but usually it only comes down to her bust line from hanging down from the pony-tail she wears. Persephone will most likely be seen wearing jeans, sandles, and a plain T, or her school uniform, consisting of a navy blue skirt or pair of slacks and a white button up shirt with a navy blue sweater, vest, or jacket. She wears knee high socks to school with plain black flats and wears her hair down and tied to the side so that it drapes over her right shoulder.
Compared to her sisters, she does not have beautiful, enchanting grey or blue eyes. Persephone's eyes are an emerald green, framed with a dark black rim around the iris'. This tends to bother her father, not liking the dark ring around her eyes, tending to say that it was the fault of Hades and the Underworld. In any situation, this only makes her glad, knowing that her father dislikes them enough to try his hardest not to look into them. Persephone's skin is a golden kiss on slightly pale skin. She does not sport a tan no matter how long she stays in the sun for spring, but the sun has kissed her skin in loving strokes that evenly cover her from head to toe in the glowing peach tone that graces her skin.

Personal Description: Persephone is kind and gentle. She sees the good in anything and everything. She is loyal to top it all off and will do whatever she can to defend her husband in Olympus. She does not like the tale that she was stolen by Hades. He may have stolen her heart, but she gladly accepted it and went with him to the Underworld willingly. She cares for her mother deeply, but she loves Hades and will stay by his side. She is Queen of the Underworld, but she much rather enjoys playing with Cerberus than queenly duties. She wears no crown in the Underworld or on Olympus unless her husband asks it of her and then she only wears it for a small amount of time before taking it back off again. She fears only two people and that is her brother Ares, and her father Zeus. Zeus is cruel and merciless and knowing that her whole existence was something her mother was against...something that her father took from her mother. She knows she was the product of a terrible deed of abuse done to her mother, but knowing that her mother loves her makes it all the better, which is how she grew, learning to see the good in all bad situations. But every time she finds herself near her father she trembles in terror and jerks away when he tries to touch her. She fears him and wishes she could have eaten the entire pomegranate so that she could stay with Hades forever, but the thought of killing the Earth as a result weighed too heavily on her mind for her to even consider it.
Persephone finds great comfort in her sisters, Athena and Artemis. She finds Artemis to be kind and loving, and Athena's rational way of thinking puts her at ease. Her brother Appallo, she admires very much. He is kind and gentle and she finds comfort in his arms when she's in Olympus. Her grandmother, Rhea, she is closest too, even more so than her mother. No one would know more than Rhea the love that she bears for Hades. And to her father's horror she does not fear Cronus, and she finds good in him, and even a certain likability. She often goes to visit Cronus. Though he is in Tartarus and cannot be killed, and is considered to be terrible and evil, she still enjoys his company, no matter how cruel he may be. No matter the threats or severity of them, Hades was Cronus' favorite child and she is the wife of him, yet she is the daughter of his most hated child, Zeus. When he threatens her, or her family all she does is
smile and giggle. She does not see them as empty or idle, but still finds humor in his useless anger. Persephone harbors one seed of anger and that is for her father. She finds comfort in the threats made on Zeus by her grandfather and tries not to take them too much to heart, knowing that even if she let Cronus out and to Olympus, after Zeus was gone, Cronus would not be satisfied and would continue to rein just as mercilessly as Zeus, if not more.

Traits/Habits: Persephone's only trait seems to be that she is constantly surrounded by flowers. Where ever she stands, flowers bloom under her bare feet, even in the Underworld, she brings light to the darkest of places. She trembles when around her father and her hands are always in fists when she speaks to Ares.

Obsessions/Symbol(s): The pomegranate, bat, narcissus, poppy, and young grain for a short list. (She seriously has a lot!!!)

Weakness: Persephone's weakness is her father and nature. When lightning strikes, it burns all of her hard work with her mother, done on building up the land and sets it all to flames that destroy not only the nature, but Persephone's mind. She fears her father, creating her ultimate weakness, but mentally the only one she cannot stand up to is her husband. She confides in him to set her mind at ease.

Why should you get the character?: I've been portraying and playing Persephone for going on four years  now and I feel very confident that I can bring life and vitality to the character in a different way than is written in history. Hades may have been seen as cruel, but she never saw him that way in my book. I see only love between the two characters and I hope to bring it all with me. I believe that I am an advanced enough roleplayer to be able to handle an original Goddess that has many tales told about her, the most popular being the one that I disagree with. I believe I should be able to play Persephone because of the twist that I take on her, making her afraid of the perceived, good god, and hopelessly in love with the cliche, god of Death who is in fact, NOT the God of Death. He rules the Underworld but he is the God of Riches. Thanatos is the God of Death.

Sample Roleplay:

Amber fire hair whipped back as the three-headed hound of hell leaped forward. Enormous paws and heads, matched with the enormity of the body only, charging forward with incredible speed. Each move made was calculated, correct, and careful. There was precious cargo after all. Her amber, fiery hair whipped back again with another lunge of power. Her green eyes scanned the surrounding area with a cold intent to find any who dared follow the goddess. As usual, there was no one brave enough to pursue a three headed, monstrously sized hound from hell, with a snake for a tail. The eyes of this animal were always watching. From any direction, one could not approach the beast without being noticed.

Persephone turned back to the front, her black toga whipping back against her  delicate skin. The journey would soon be over, and the peace of the ride soon ended with the anger of the beast loyal only to Hades and herself. The loyalty to herself though, was hard earned, and as she had found, even harder kept. Cerberus stopped then, ending her thoughts. The edge of the world of hell, the edge of the Underworld. The gates that separated the edge from the other side were reinforced with the power of Zeus' lightning bolt, though it didn't do any good to stop the one that brought him to this life. Cronus stood on the other side, his face contorted in a disdained anger. Yes, he had been dismembered by his children and then thrown here to be forgotten, but he was not. He had been reassembled by a pitying soul, and that very same one, was here to see him yet again.

"You're breaking rules again I see..." Was all he said as he concentrated on staring at the ground. Persephone's green eyes cast down to him from where she sat on Cerberus, one hand on his main head to calm him as he growled and hunched low for attack. "Would you care for me to leave then?" She asked, her voice soft and gentle as always, but hidden just behind was the hint of the dark side that Cronus loved to evoke from her. His wicked grin reached up to her and sent a chaotic shiver down her spine. Only Hades had been able to do that...but then again, Hades was the spitting image of his father. Sliding off of Cerberus she gave a reassuring pat to his leg and let him inch off and lay down for a well deserved nap.

"Now why would I want you to leave?" Was all that the God said as he moved to stand from the rock he used as a seat. Something he had fashioned almost like a throne, something to remind him of the old times. "You've come to see me again...and when your husband should be ravishing you no less." He scolded her with a complement and she smiled, almost dark. "You know just as well as I do Cronus, that there is talk of war among the Gods. The meetings in Olympus have not yet ceased, and even still, Hades has work to do in the Underworld. I cannot expect too much from him..." She explained, doing her best to keep her stature.

She stood tall in front of Cronus, but not tall enough to match him or Hades. She held her head high, but not so much as to be conceited. She was merely proud of her position in the Underworld and no matter how one would try and insult the matter, she would be even more proud. She made them uneasy, and that pleased her more than anything. Her eyes fell then onto his deviously desiring grin. "Do you expect something of me Cronus?" She asked stepping closer to the gate, her hands held together in front of her, elegantly folded. Cronus was almost laughing, he couldn't help it how much he wanted to rile her up again.

"You know just as well as I do princess, you came here because you missed me. Because I bring out of you what even your beloved Husband cannot." Persephone kept her head high, her eyes glaring into him. "And what would you know about-" "Let's stop playing these games Princess Undead..." He snapped. "We both know you're going to let me out of here, even if you do put me right back. You thought about me last night didn't you? When your precious Hades was in Olympus and you had to sleep alone. You missed me, don't deny that. So stop with the silly antics and just let me out!" Persephone smiled a dark, thinly devious smile, hinting at her elegance, but more to a darkness that was always bottled away. "You'd like to think that wouldn't you? Would that be because you missed me Cronus? Could it be that right now you're so worked up because you're feeling like a child that can't play with his favorite toy?" She cooed out to him, even as her hand crept up to the door and slid it open just barely.

Cronus stepped from the cage he was sentenced to and looked out into Tartarus. "You were the one that drug me out of there...and for that I said I could grant you what you wanted. Whatever it was. You still haven't decided that, and yet you still come to see me almost daily when you're in the Underworld." Persephone sighed and looked up to him, her small, slender fingers crawling over his shoulders. "Hush now Cronus...you know how I despise to be toyed with." She almost snapped. Cronus smiled down at her, all playfulness aside and only a dark intent left on his features, "Then by all means...let me toy with you..." His calloused fingers traced her full lips and she gave a trembled breath under the pressure of the touch. "What will we discuss today then? What stories have you prepared?" She asked, growing nervous and flushed. Her eyes shifted a moment before snapping up to lock on his. "Well I thought today we could make a story ourselves..." His voice rumbled darkly, rasped and dangerous as he took hold of her neck and tipped it back almost violently before kissing her lips roughly. When he shoved away she was flustered and panting, one of his hands already at the top of the slit in her toga. "This is one I want you to remember Persephone...so I won't be nice to you..." He growled and the two shoved to the cool stone ground and faded into the darkness of the Underworld.




Persephone couldn't help it, Cronus was charming and could lure her in so easily. She let him take her down into the depths of the land she called her home. She loved her husband, but there were still things Cronus knew that could surpass his son. Persephone was helpless to these dark men. There was nothing more she could do to them, except submit- to desire or love, it didn't matter anymore. She was theirs, but only one knew they would have to share her, that is for now. Who knows when Hades would find out? Would he be angered? Or indifferent?

Name Of Character Applying For: Artemis - The Huntress

Culture Character Came From: Greek/Roman (Diana)

Goddess of: Artemis is the goddess of the Moon, hunting, the wilderness, wild animals, childbirth, virginity, young girls, and bringing/relieving disease in women.

Realm/Home: Though her true home lies in Mount Olympus, she prefers to keep a home in the mountains and forests of Earth.

Gender: Female

Physical Description: In both her Goddess and Earthen forms, Artemis is a strikingly beautiful young virgin with pale skin and a thin but lean and fragile frame. Upon her Earthen home, she possesses a head of soft chestnut brown locks that cascade to a length past her waist. Her smooth cerulean orbs serve as her tools of most deadly accuracy along with her acute patience and lethal skill. The Huntress clothes herself in proper hunting attire - a knee length white tunic with a waist sash, natural hued arm and/or leg guards, and the simplest and quietest of sandals that wrap in smooth golden crosses up the length of her forelegs.

Very little about her appearance is altered once she enters her divine home of Mount Olympus, but the few changes that do occur include her hair changing in color to platinum silver locks and her eyes becoming more dazzling as if the shimmer of the moon itself persists within her soft sapphire gaze.

So young and innocent is this huntress' visage that many a male has taken a fancy to her purely beautiful looks alone. But be warned: Artemis accepts the love of no man.

Personal Description: Artemis is the daughter of Zeus and Leto, and the twin sister of Apollo. She is a huntress, and thus is rarely seen without her stunning white carved bow and arrows. When she was younger, Artemis would cling dearly to her father. At the age of three while sitting upon her father's knee, she asked six wishes of him that would set the code for her immortal life. These wishes were:

• She would always remain a virgin.
  
• To have many names to set her apart from her twin brother, Apollo.
  
• To be a Light Bringer.
  
• To have a knee length tunic, a bow, and arrows so that she could hunt.
  
• To have sixty daughters of Okeanos, all nine years of age, to be her choir.
  
• To have twenty Amnisides Nymphs as handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested.

In addition to these wishes, Artemis wanted no city to be dedicated to her, but instead, she wished to rule over the wilderness and the animals that she cared for so dearly. However, it was not only her affection for the wild that drove the Huntress from her Olympian home, for she had been beaten and mistreated by her father's wife, Hera.

As a virgin, Artemis takes great love and care to protecting young girls. She keeps under her watch a tribe of immortal teen girls who chose to specifically follow her ways. Any man that tries to woo this dangerous female will find himself turned into an animal of prey and hunted down by Artemis and her maidens. The only man to ever keep Artemis' heart was her faithful hunting companion, Orion, who was killed mysteriously by, as rumor states, Gaia or Artemis herself.

In addition to her maidens, Artemis travels with six female and six male hounds. These hounds serve as her close companions during a hunt and often share in her glory of the kill. They were gifts from the forest God, Pan, along with six golden horned deer that pull her chariot at night.

She is remarked to be brave and true to her word. Artemis has yet to break her streak of virginity and care for the natural world. Her bravery was most boldly proven in her many victorious battles and her single-handed approach to Hephaestus and the Cyclops when first asking for her bow as a young child.

Traits/Habits: Artemis is not entirely fond of the male species in general. She finds them distrustful and horrid beings who seek nothing but pleasure out of women. She treats most females with a gentle and friendly nature, with the exception of the abusive Hera, and tends to have a sour attitude toward all males except her father and twin brother, who she loves dearly.

As a Huntress and a warrior, she is not afraid to defend herself and her title in a fight. Artemis places her view on virginity and respect for the female race in high regard. She will not tolerate any word against either subject.

Symbols: Moon, stag/deer, bow and arrows, golden chariot, hunting hounds, bear, boar, fowl, hawk, hunting spear, lyre, and fishing net.

Why should you get the character?: Artemis has always been my favorite Goddess. I was named after the purity that she values and have based many of my favorite roleplay characters off of her aspects. I have done school reports on her as well as many hours of independent study. To roleplay her myself would be nothing short of an honor.

Sample Roleplay:

The forest at night was a stunning sight. The dark blanket of the sky was littered with millions of glistening stars, although trumped as usual by the silver radiance of the moon among them. The subtle noises of nocturnal creatures stirred within the woodland expanse, their harmony interrupted only by the tranquil breeze that rustled the many leaves in the branches. Silent as sky north of her and striking as the lunar orb that she represented, the Goddess of the Hunt patrolled her wild home and observed the natural beauty that she had fallen in love with.

Her guise remained undistributed until a faint flicker of movement caught in the corner of her eye. A stag - not too big, but enough to provide a nightly meal for her hounds, had chosen the wrong place to roam. With practiced ease, Artemis rotated on the very tips of her toes, simultaneously removing an arrow from the quiver strapped across her back. The deadly ivory curve of her bow shone in the moon's light, but would be completed invisible to prey until her arrow hit its target.

The projectile was drawn backward, calling a deathly silence to consume the land surrounding hunter and hunted. A single step forward and the stag had placed itself in direct range of the Huntress' skills. Only a choking second passed between the moment Artemis set her arrow to flight and the moment it pierced clean through her prey's head, bringing the deer helplessly to his knees in a permanent sleep.

Artemis approached the creature in respectful quiet, her head bowed as she knelt to remove her trusted weapon from its skull. She closed her eyes in thanks to the Gods of Creation for the life of the stag that would provide for her hounds, and said a prayer for the soul of the creature, that its death would not be in vain. This was the pure heart and respect that the Huntress was so well known for.

In closing, she slid a delicate hand over the stag's eyes, shutting them as if he were only in a deep sleep. Then she rose to her feet and gave one last loving look to the animal at her feet. A few words slipped from her lips like the calm path of the breeze through the treetops around her. "...Thank you..for living to this day."