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Post by [x]L.una[x] on Feb 22, 2008 15:35:39 GMT -5
Name: Luna/Moon
Age: 2 Years
Gender: Fae
Species: Husky
Height: 27 inches or 2',3"
Appearance:
Aye, she is a bright one. Her fur of snow white, with sandy brown patches. Her pools are glowing of amber. Her coat is thick, her fur soft and velvet when touched. She is a average wolf. Her paws appear to give her more of a natural build. She carries herself heavier than you might think. She has some female grace in her, and this is the only way she appears feminine. Her harks are always erect, the soft fur a velvet line. Her tassel, usually carried level with the spine, is soft, the free falling furs wave. Her figure potrays a build of average strength and some speed. She is faster than she is strong. Her pools swim with excitment.
She appears to have black claws, just the right size for her larger paws. Her claws curl under just slightly and are dulled. They are capped. The only think strange about Raine, her front paw is black. Her snowy coat, changed by her left front paw. Nobody wonders why. She appears to always have a smile on her face, her mouth glistening with white teeth. When she moves, she often carries her head above her blades. When she runs, she keeps her crani level with her blades, this increases her speed. Her looks decieve though, she isn't social and is quite reserved. She would rather be alone than with others.
Personality: She is jumpy that is correct, but Raine isn't normal. She may always have a smile, but if you look close enough, you may see malice swimming in her amber pools. She is young, but has witnessed death. She is small, but has killed. This is Raine. Though she plays like a normal wolf, watch out, as always lurking when angry is a beast. This is the beast that his been with her since her past, almost like a bloodlust. A beast waiting to be released. She can be quite cheerful around fellow wolves. The beast inside can be seen when she first meets somebody, and it sends a chill down weak spines. She has had crushes and carries quite a bit of romance in her blood.
She often courts, flashes males with a wanting look. This is bad for a female wolf in winter, but what can she say, she is a bad girl. She may wipe her fluffed tassel under their chin. She is innocent though, nothing has happened...yet. Her atitude often stays the same, very jumpy. Though occasionaly she can get down-to-earth.This is the typed of girl who, when given rules, would rather break them. After all, seeing when you grow without a family for 8 months can do that to you. She had watched males of other family lands, as if she lusted for them, when she really had not. When they are available she disdains them. She hasn't had any thoughts about settling down, but maybe someday she'll decide to stop her eratic ways.
History: Aye, this should be fun. As a young pup, Raine lived with the best family a loner could have. Her parents didn't wander, her siblings were kind. Being loners they all learned to work together. She would often romp in the woods, keeping herself active and playful. One fall night, the birds stopped whispering and the wind stopped. She being young, didn't think much of it. She continued to chase a leaf that had fallen from a nearby tree. She pricked, her small ears pointing to the direction of her den.
She was about 8 months at this point, old enough to hunt. She chased the sound, a yowl, hoping her brother had caught a meal. They hadn't eaten in days. The scent of blood mingled with terror filled her nare. She knew this wasn't good, no matter how unused her instincts were. Raine, totally lost in thought got on her underbelly and slowly made her way to the den. She laced her ears and almost puked at the acrid stench of the blood. It wasn't good, now Raine was sure. She heard snarls, bites, yelps, and her mothers last gurgle before the large black wolf pierced her throat. Raine winced in pain, as if she was her mother. She noticed her slain brother, and her father breathing his last breath. She noticed the large black wolf, and she herself watched it rip out her father's throat.
She was about to release a howl in protest when it turned her direction. It didn't notice her, but if it had, she might very well have died herself. That though burnt in her mind, and at so young, it left an imprint. She walked over to Kajin's her elderly brother's rasping body and called his name. She couldn't let him suffer, it would pain her so. She finished the job. She paced to the river, washing his blood off her stained jowl. This wasn't right, but she saved her brother from suffering any longer. Her atititude still so jumpy from playing the day before, fell and now she attempts to kill every black wolf, or at least torment them. Still today she doesn't know whether than wolf was male of female. Will she ever know? Not even Raine can answer that question.
Tell me if any are too short, her personality doesn't make much sense to me, but what do you think?
Age: 2 Years
Gender: Fae
Species: Husky
Height: 27 inches or 2',3"
Appearance:
Aye, she is a bright one. Her fur of snow white, with sandy brown patches. Her pools are glowing of amber. Her coat is thick, her fur soft and velvet when touched. She is a average wolf. Her paws appear to give her more of a natural build. She carries herself heavier than you might think. She has some female grace in her, and this is the only way she appears feminine. Her harks are always erect, the soft fur a velvet line. Her tassel, usually carried level with the spine, is soft, the free falling furs wave. Her figure potrays a build of average strength and some speed. She is faster than she is strong. Her pools swim with excitment.
She appears to have black claws, just the right size for her larger paws. Her claws curl under just slightly and are dulled. They are capped. The only think strange about Raine, her front paw is black. Her snowy coat, changed by her left front paw. Nobody wonders why. She appears to always have a smile on her face, her mouth glistening with white teeth. When she moves, she often carries her head above her blades. When she runs, she keeps her crani level with her blades, this increases her speed. Her looks decieve though, she isn't social and is quite reserved. She would rather be alone than with others.
Personality: She is jumpy that is correct, but Raine isn't normal. She may always have a smile, but if you look close enough, you may see malice swimming in her amber pools. She is young, but has witnessed death. She is small, but has killed. This is Raine. Though she plays like a normal wolf, watch out, as always lurking when angry is a beast. This is the beast that his been with her since her past, almost like a bloodlust. A beast waiting to be released. She can be quite cheerful around fellow wolves. The beast inside can be seen when she first meets somebody, and it sends a chill down weak spines. She has had crushes and carries quite a bit of romance in her blood.
She often courts, flashes males with a wanting look. This is bad for a female wolf in winter, but what can she say, she is a bad girl. She may wipe her fluffed tassel under their chin. She is innocent though, nothing has happened...yet. Her atitude often stays the same, very jumpy. Though occasionaly she can get down-to-earth.This is the typed of girl who, when given rules, would rather break them. After all, seeing when you grow without a family for 8 months can do that to you. She had watched males of other family lands, as if she lusted for them, when she really had not. When they are available she disdains them. She hasn't had any thoughts about settling down, but maybe someday she'll decide to stop her eratic ways.
History: Aye, this should be fun. As a young pup, Raine lived with the best family a loner could have. Her parents didn't wander, her siblings were kind. Being loners they all learned to work together. She would often romp in the woods, keeping herself active and playful. One fall night, the birds stopped whispering and the wind stopped. She being young, didn't think much of it. She continued to chase a leaf that had fallen from a nearby tree. She pricked, her small ears pointing to the direction of her den.
She was about 8 months at this point, old enough to hunt. She chased the sound, a yowl, hoping her brother had caught a meal. They hadn't eaten in days. The scent of blood mingled with terror filled her nare. She knew this wasn't good, no matter how unused her instincts were. Raine, totally lost in thought got on her underbelly and slowly made her way to the den. She laced her ears and almost puked at the acrid stench of the blood. It wasn't good, now Raine was sure. She heard snarls, bites, yelps, and her mothers last gurgle before the large black wolf pierced her throat. Raine winced in pain, as if she was her mother. She noticed her slain brother, and her father breathing his last breath. She noticed the large black wolf, and she herself watched it rip out her father's throat.
She was about to release a howl in protest when it turned her direction. It didn't notice her, but if it had, she might very well have died herself. That though burnt in her mind, and at so young, it left an imprint. She walked over to Kajin's her elderly brother's rasping body and called his name. She couldn't let him suffer, it would pain her so. She finished the job. She paced to the river, washing his blood off her stained jowl. This wasn't right, but she saved her brother from suffering any longer. Her atititude still so jumpy from playing the day before, fell and now she attempts to kill every black wolf, or at least torment them. Still today she doesn't know whether than wolf was male of female. Will she ever know? Not even Raine can answer that question.
Tell me if any are too short, her personality doesn't make much sense to me, but what do you think?
