Meshia
Name: Meshia
Gender: Female
Personality: She is sweet and kind, but don't think you can push her around. She will always and I mean always speak her mind!
Likes: Meshia loves her friend Tom. Hes a small little squirrel with tufts of hair on his ears. She also love the snow. I'm not sure if its because she grew up with it but she just does!
Dislikes: She absolutely hates blood. She always gets light headed and sometimes faints. So she just keeps clear of the red substance. She also hates bunnies, even though they closely resemble Tom. They just scare the stuffing out of her!
Short Story: Meshia was born on a warm summer night. She had white as snow fur with black and red markings. Her mother and father loved her but knew she wasn't safe. They dropped her off by a tree. Her mother kissed her forehead and said "I love you my little Meshia girl." They tied a key and lock to her short tail. They looked around and bolted off a whisper in the wind.
Meshia woke up on a frozen Winter she shook her fur, the key and lock jingling on her tail. She giggled at the sight. Meshia looked around and howled waiting for her friend to arrive. She finally heard little scurrying feet off in the distance. She grinned and bounded toward the sound. She hid behind a tree waiting for her "prey" to reach her. She snickered then heard Tom say with his squeaky voice, "I hear you Meshia." Meshia grounded and jumped out from behind the tree. "You could hear me again?" she asked Tom. "Yes I could those key things are really loud." "I can't get them off this," she replied slumping to the ground. "I know I know I see you all the time trying to bite the string," he nodded then crawled to the top of her head.
Meshia walked along the snowy ground, Tom still on her head. She froze, hearing something of in the distance. "What's wrong Meshia," Tom asked curiously. "Someone or something is coming," she said bounding behind a tree. "Get down and quiet my keys quiet." Tom slowly climbed down from the top of her head, holding the keys in his little squirrel arms. Meshia looks behind the tree seeing a strange beast sniffing the air then looking back. He barks or something and runs off in the direction they came. She then sees two wolves coming behind it talking to each other. "He's leading us in the wrong direction again," says one that's completely black with streaks of white, male. "No hes not! Hes a hunting machine we will find her soon," the other one answer a little irritated. "Suree.... Why is this girl so important anyways?" "She has the key and the lock stupid." "Oh right but....gr this hunt has been going on forever why not just forget about the stupid door." "Because we were meant to find it and you know mum will kill us if we don't come back with it." They hear the bark of in the distance. "Come on he has found something." They quickly run away, leaving them alone again. "What was that Meshia?" Tom asked still holding her key and lock. "I don't know Tom and I don't want to find out," she said padding off in a totally different direction from where the strangers came and left.
Gender: Female
Personality: She is sweet and kind, but don't think you can push her around. She will always and I mean always speak her mind!
Likes: Meshia loves her friend Tom. Hes a small little squirrel with tufts of hair on his ears. She also love the snow. I'm not sure if its because she grew up with it but she just does!
Dislikes: She absolutely hates blood. She always gets light headed and sometimes faints. So she just keeps clear of the red substance. She also hates bunnies, even though they closely resemble Tom. They just scare the stuffing out of her!
Short Story: Meshia was born on a warm summer night. She had white as snow fur with black and red markings. Her mother and father loved her but knew she wasn't safe. They dropped her off by a tree. Her mother kissed her forehead and said "I love you my little Meshia girl." They tied a key and lock to her short tail. They looked around and bolted off a whisper in the wind.
Meshia woke up on a frozen Winter she shook her fur, the key and lock jingling on her tail. She giggled at the sight. Meshia looked around and howled waiting for her friend to arrive. She finally heard little scurrying feet off in the distance. She grinned and bounded toward the sound. She hid behind a tree waiting for her "prey" to reach her. She snickered then heard Tom say with his squeaky voice, "I hear you Meshia." Meshia grounded and jumped out from behind the tree. "You could hear me again?" she asked Tom. "Yes I could those key things are really loud." "I can't get them off this," she replied slumping to the ground. "I know I know I see you all the time trying to bite the string," he nodded then crawled to the top of her head.
Meshia walked along the snowy ground, Tom still on her head. She froze, hearing something of in the distance. "What's wrong Meshia," Tom asked curiously. "Someone or something is coming," she said bounding behind a tree. "Get down and quiet my keys quiet." Tom slowly climbed down from the top of her head, holding the keys in his little squirrel arms. Meshia looks behind the tree seeing a strange beast sniffing the air then looking back. He barks or something and runs off in the direction they came. She then sees two wolves coming behind it talking to each other. "He's leading us in the wrong direction again," says one that's completely black with streaks of white, male. "No hes not! Hes a hunting machine we will find her soon," the other one answer a little irritated. "Suree.... Why is this girl so important anyways?" "She has the key and the lock stupid." "Oh right but....gr this hunt has been going on forever why not just forget about the stupid door." "Because we were meant to find it and you know mum will kill us if we don't come back with it." They hear the bark of in the distance. "Come on he has found something." They quickly run away, leaving them alone again. "What was that Meshia?" Tom asked still holding her key and lock. "I don't know Tom and I don't want to find out," she said padding off in a totally different direction from where the strangers came and left.