flowerchild

Name: Flower Child

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 20

B-Day: 22nd April

Orientation: Heterosexual

Theme Song: The Woods - Hollow Coves

Species: Flower Wolf

Quote: “all things were living creatures at one point.”

Likes: Spending time with Biohazard, Nature, Plants (especially colourful flowers), The sky, Nurturing plants

Dislikes: Rushing, Cities, Closed Spaces

Facts: Flowers grow on her tail and neck fur, they can be picked and it doesn't hurt, where she walks/lays flowers grow (but they can't grow on concrete, rocks etc.)

Personality: Calm, Quiet, Kind, Caring, Motherly, Nurturing

Back story: 

Flower Child grew up in a meadow surrounded by orchids, daisies and many other flowers. Her parents were herbalists and gently used the plants for healing potions and remedies. She was taught to nurture things from a young age and always had a heart of gold, even when her parents were killed from an unfortunate run-in with a potent new mixture her father had been trying. This saddened her greatly, though she remembered promising them both as she tried to heal them that, should they no longer be able to look after her, she would continue their work and be generous to those she met along the way. Nights were often long and hard, but she loved healing the sick rabbits and other woodland creatures that came to her, some even staying for a little while. Those moments she cherished most, for the shadows seemed to recede as she sung with the birds and rolled around with the badgers. Often foxes would come by as well and other predators, though they understood that while they remained there, the other animals were off-limits to eat or hurt. A few alliances sprung from this, much to her delight.

And sometimes, when the days could not feel bright at all, her parents visited her in her dreams. Whether it was her own imagination or a more powerful reason, she woke up stronger after that, braving each new challenge with a smile on her face and a slight jump in her step. With each passing day she discovered a new herb or cross-planted a new hybrid that helped different injuries depending on how they were applied. Her knowledge grew as did her emotional capabilities, protective of anything that went under her care and watchful eye. Her meadow flourished from the gentle care she gave it and she became a true "Flower Child" in the process, always blooming and reaching out her petals to those struggling in the dark below her. Even now, she walks amongst the daisies with her adornment of flowers as she seeks out any injured, cast-off critters that she could take home and love