About Tundria
'Ello. I'm Tundria. My favorite things are slushies, friends, and those days when the snow's thick upon the ground, and the sun's shining bright, but not melting the snow. I really care about my family (that is, my caribouian family, not my human one). My caribouian family includes Icehoof, my father and the herd leader, Snowbreeze, my mother, and my caribouian sister Diamond, the caribouian princess. I'm something of a princess, but not as much as Dia. The others in my herd are listed in my journal. I live in the artic circle, and have adapted to the bitter freezing cold. You may have noticed my caribou hooves? They are not real, but made of different things of which the caribou magic protects me. Well, you're wondering just HOW I came to live with caribous? Well, it's odd. One day my human mother and father and I were on a trip to the artic circle. I was but a infant, barely one, and we were studing bears. HMother (I add the 'H' because that's human) put me down on the grass and HFather and HMother went off to chase a bear. I stayed there. The sun set, I heard the helicopter leave, and I sat still, cold. A pack of wolves found me. I was scared. But they saw not a meal, but a helpless baby. They let me be. The alpha female told me this (yes, I speak the animal language): "You are lucky. There are 100 wolf packs in the artic. Only 10 of them are like us. We are your friends, we will tell the other 9 not to harm you. Bears, on the other hand, don't care. Only 1 bear, a huge female named Love, will spare you as we did. Try to find a nice caribou or fox family to accept you." Then she left. I slept there for five days (it was hard to tell) until a large moose came to me. He, like the alpha female, told me things, but he carried me. I let him, which could have been foolish. But it was not. He brought me to his caribou herd, which told me the moose was a caribou, and the leader brought me into HIS family. So I grew with them, migrating. We lost a few members to bears and wolves, but that happens, even with humans. I am more caribouian than human, so I'd be like 98 % caribouian, 2 % human. Well, I've got to go. We're in mid-migration, you see. Iceshard's already annoyed. So, perhaps I'll see you later in life? Oh, look, we're stopping. Joyious. Darkness is falling, and tonight we'll see the Northern Lights. Maybe you can stick around for that. Well, bye!
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I listen to what sounds good, I pay no attention to the genre.
they don't exactly directly sing about god anyways, so.
(I have not listened to their first album, but soon I will, so no worries)
I'll stick to my agnostic/buddhist-ness. I just prefer not to think about religion; they're all confusing.
and instead of being a jerk and saying they're crappy and they suck(HMMM NOT VERY CHRISTIAN-LIKE, EH?), how about saying you don't like them? ;D
~you can thank your lucky stars everything I wish for will never come true.
(WOW. longest comment I have posted. lawlz.)