Jasmine

personality ҉ where the world is hard, jasmine has been made soft, timid, a creature of the woodlands and forests. his home is humid, his heart is full, and his peace within and peace without reflect upon the surface as a mirror, a serenity permeating every ounce of flesh and bone. under starlight he is magical, he is sweet, kissing petal lips until they open, hearkening to earth and sky, singing by the ponds where a pale girl of silk and water croons to him of her kingdom under earth. he spends his days dreaming, designing, exploring caves low and mountains high with a flight of fireflies that seem to always keep him company. so sweet and soft and pure a soul sits happily, content, within the world he's come to find and call home. undisturbed and untarnished, jasmine is, perhaps, one of the few sweet and splendorous wonders left in the world unstained by even the passage of time which seeks to corrupt and rot all that it touches.

• curious ҉ timid ҉ forgiving ҉ naive

history ҉ jasmine cannot tell you of his mother, or father, of if he ever had one. what i can tell you is that one day he simply was - a congregation of flesh and bone, of wisteria and spice, of something alive and green and new. but he was not unintelligent, left to fend for himself, finding solace in solitude and isolation. he was not so innocent as to just sit and wait to die, to be unable to care for oneself by surviving on the most primal and basic of insticts that told him to seek shelter, told him to find food and drink, told him that it was okay to live. to live and reach for the skies above. so he did. as easily as falling in love, jasmine walked alone through the jungles and forests and mountains of snow for two years alone. birdsong kept him merry, fireflies soon found themselves irresistably drawn to the gentle creature. then, everything changed when he went to a pond with firelily shores and lotus flower tops. antlered head dipped down, down to the surface so smooth and pristine, hardly a ripple to distort his dark, soft expression. eyes opened wide, expecting to see his own glowing orange gaze and ebon crown peering back up at him. the antlered man never expected a girl of the water and fire, beautiful and shy and shameless. nezarene was everything he'd searched for in a companion - someone sweet and soft and just as madly in love with him as he was with her, but this was not the type of love for procreation; rather, it was that of kindred souls, hearts beating as one, friends and more than friends. they were inseparable, and often he would spend his nights by her pond, talking and remniscing and telling the girl who'd never left those waters and shores of the world, of the creatures and companions, and filling her life (and his) with untapped riches and splendor. their trust is absolute, their devotion unwavering and pure and strong, and they were, for a time, inseparable.