Abigail Philippa-Laurel Windsor
Abbey, Abbeykins, Red, Kitty Cat (Vexx)
Meaning of Name:
Hebrew meaning "my father's joy"
30 (physically) 230 (biologically)
Date of Birth:
August 10, 1789
Place of Birth:
Botany Bay, Sydney, Australia
March 3rd, 2019
March 3rd, 2019
October 9th, 2019
4.2lbs - premature
Butterfly at the Butterfly Lounge Gentleman's Club
Place of Residence:
Beautiful two-story house in the suburbs of Miami, Florida
Rocket, one very fat and very happy goldfish.
Forced to fend for herself from a very young age, Abigail quickly learned that people were not to be trusted. Her fight or flight responses became a priority as small fingers worked tirelessly at the hole in the settlement’s chain link fence. She’d made herself scarce after the untimely death of her mother, and with her father absent and out of the picture, an unusual child like herself was often left to the wolves, figuratively speaking. During the day she would remain within the confines of the tent pitched for her pregnant mother, during the evening her sole focus became that fence and getting herself out of there. It took days, weeks, months before she’d acquired herself a hole large enough to slip her tiny frame through. Freedom. The horrors of Botany Bay would soon be in the wind behind her. Following the coastline and the smell of salt would’ve been the better idea, but stubborn as she is, she decided to head north before diverging east towards the coast. As a child, her sense of direction was poor. But as a shapeshifter, her animal and survival instincts would kick in, and like a homing beacon, the sea would beckon her. Freedom. That first touch of sand between her toes, the stickiness of the salty air licking at her skin, the roar of the waves colliding with the sand. Many nights would be spent traversing those endless stretches of sand. Great dunes would rise up, cutting against a backdrop of entangled flora; coastal banksia, tuckeroos, monterey cypress, pigs face, lomandra and pandanus palms.
❝Women aren't born to become Alpha.❞