Name: Night Tears
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Personality:
Star Sign:The Winged One, September 24 to October 23
Your Lucky Number Is: Twelve
Your Motto: Love Is My Star - Just and Fair.
Your Flower: Purple Rose (Lilac if Night-Birth)
Your Gem: Obsidian (Moonstone if Night-Birth)
Your Color: All Dark Colors
Common Traits: Romantic, Urbane, Idealistic, Peaceful.
Common Talents: Priests/Priestesses, Hunters/Lawmen, Amplified Diplomatic Ability
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Familiar/Pet: Feather Soft (swan)
Upon his neck was a group of white and blue flowers, each found on his way to the swamp. The seeds he had picked up in his tail, sprouted seedlings once he found a den and shook off the dust and dirt from his run. With some help, Night Tears made the flowers weave between bones of the small. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Racing to see Never Idle, the red buck looked funny. "Never Idle, I brought you these." His body was posed for disappointment, to be told he was too late when he called out to the legendary. His eyes spotted the masks were still there and he sighed, letting the necklace slide over his face to the ground. It wasn't as nice as when he had left. Now flowers were poking out of eye sockets and stems unwound from their places. "I collected the flowers from my den area. They came from home, brought with me with the Ache. The bones collected all over." (entry for the mask)
