WARNING
This blog will hold sensitive material to, but not limited to, abuse physically and mentally, language and sexual themes.
This Character is IC and does not represent the owner/user personally. This character has their own actions and with that gets their own consequences.
RP is welcome anytime!
Discord: Residual-Saudade#4932
Soskonny
PPhysical:
Mild stomachache and headache
| MMental:
Groggy, confused, and lost
| EEmotional:
Reclusive and guarded
| NNotes:
Reference: TBA...
Picto: *
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Size: #17
Sexuality: Uncertain
Scent: Magnolia Blooms and Raspberries
Personality / Relations / Inventory
- mute
- insomnia
- too concerned over unsaid opinions from others
- self conscious
- feels like being lonely is their fault that can’t be fixed
- constantly battling with self over something
- thinks happy endings aren’t meant for everyone no matter how hard one tries
- has trouble feeling like she is worth anything at all
- a little shy due to thoughts of messing up interactions
- can come off cold if unsure what to do in awkward/confrontational situations
- “people watches” from sidelines more often than engaging
- really wishes she would stop trying to be something she is slowly realizing she’s not
- wants friends badly but feels like others will not want someone so defected
- afraid people will get bored of her
- too afraid to get attached due to abandonment issues
- tends to be a hopeless wanderer
- sense of body language is acute
- wishes she could fly
- loves plants , mainly flowers and succulents
- an avid day dreamer over hopeless romantics
- highly expressive eyes
- petite No One YetTBA
Dear Consequence. . . .
10.12.17
10.9.17
"SOSKONNY....SOSKOOONNNNYYYY!!!!!"
A masculine voice boomed about the forest and it's fog.
She remembered every detail of that day. The mildew of damp leaves and dirt. The murkiness among the trees who's rigid and brittle bark clung to idle lives that only strive upward. The air heavy in her lungs with chilled humidity. The warmth brimming and stinging her eyes as the pounding throbbed in her arteries and chest.
The steady flow down her hind legs and neck.
She felt nothing. Her adrenaline made sure of that. All there was was numbness of the mind where the sound of raspy breathing and her name being yelled into the air faded in a ringing of white. How she managed to get up from his fatal calamity and hasten to anywhere but his twisted rage..divine intervention surely..or absolute remarkable survival instincts.
Where her hooves took her she did not yearn to care. She just closed her eyes and went with gritted teeth.
Even if the cliff ahead she was unaware of killed her, she would be okay with that. So she plunged over it, hooves finding no ground under them, lurching her down and over that ledge. Rushing yet not slow like if you knew your life was about to be over. A quiet few seconds before a small, fragile body impacted various jutting rocks with the unpleasant thudding sounds of flesh. Then...
Dead weight.
A shivering body.
Soundless sobs.
What would it take for death to consume her?
Was it not her slit neck?
Her punctured gut?
Her existence seemed not enough for life yet not worthy enough for deaths kiss..
Something formed that day....in her mind....among her muted cries..
Why do you cry, Soskonny...
A black skeleton stag stood near her, within him a blue flame resting soothingly within his rib cage. His stature large and his rack fit for any king.
Words could not come out..she only laid...in absolute shuddering silence..with her own anomaly.
10.7.17
I've ran so many miles. Endless. I've forgotten the meaning of destination. I guess it was to "Anywhere But Here" and I just ran.
Weeks passed. Months? I don't recall..
All I recall is the yelling, the thrashing of sadistic antlers and blood.
I've entered a forest. One teeming with life which, for me, is unnerving.
I..I'm not good with others since they were never good with me.
My mind is filled with words but my mouth is closed and barren of sound. Only my body can communicate basics to others. No one ever had the patience of time or really cared.
I wandered further past few that slept. I stopped to study the details of their faces. Content here..stress there..it all showed in the fine lines...It was like reading one's mind. Maybe it unnerved people from me..
I witnessed a group frolicking and prancing among a cross cross of fallen trees. I made sure to stay nestled within and behind a cluster of trees. A few saw me and greeted me but I just shrunk away as fear shrouded me. They seemed to understand and left me be.
Flowers fill this forest aplenty. The periwinkles beckoned me. Every patch seemed to be occupied or too close to others for me to feel any form of comfortable. After slinkishly wandering the patches I found one nestled behind a small hill. Took my stay and rested for a bit. To my joy butterflies came and danced around me.
They do not speak and yet many love them..
If only I was a butterfly..
I can't tell if them meeting
who also really needs more friends ghjfhgYes helo I'm here for the
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same
@Draak You know, idk how she
You know, idk how she would act tbh. That's kinda like one of those moments that are just something you'd have to see how it unravels in the moment
Always fun when you're never really sure! Helps character development and keeps it real
@fish
@Echosong and Clare
-eyebrow wiggle-
@Leotie
Gotta relate in order for it to feel real heh heh
wow sorry for constant
Same #quietcharacterproblems
#quietcharacterproblems LOL. I might end up shoving Corvus her way just to see what happens.@Draak Yeesss I'd be curious
Yeesss I'd be curious to see !
FINALLY scribbled something quick to pass as a reference ah ha.
I'm planning on changing her
can't wait aaaa!!
Hope you don't mind if I
they gonna grow, sprout eyes, n watch errythang
Thanks Clare
@Jia
Yes, plant, grow and watch all
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She looked longingly into the