Post by ƹƪæs†r on Jun 9, 2009 18:02:49 GMT -5
crime pays
In so many ways
laughing, crying
tell me why your smiling[/color]
eye color;; Auburn
build;; Tall, thin, as most are.
fur color;; Red-brown. she has a white 'bib' beneath her chin, a black muzzle, mane, and legs. The tip of her tail and ears are also white. Typical to the breed.
fur length;; Medium length along her body. With longer tufts at the back of her legs, tail, chest and mane.
texture;; Silky smooth, fine to the touch.
height;; 2' 10"
length;; 55"
weight;; 47lb
overall look;; Simply, like a maned wolf. Nothing special to her markings or build.
other;; Holds herself with a sort of pride. She walks daintily, and is rather agile. When aggressive, fearful or surprised, her mane is erect, giving her the illusion of being larger then she is.
[/blockquote]
i'm reading your lips
by candle light[/color]
history;;
From the first shine of light, as minimal as it was, my first glimpse of life. I was elated, I couldn't believe my eyes. Sight was a miracle and there, my mother, my brothers, my sisters, they were too. How else can you describe it? Smells, sounds, family, there was too much to take in at once. I can only recall fractions of my childhood. Mother shared everything with us, even her food, and by the way that the glowing eyes outside the cave brought it. We knew it was precious. Slowly, surely, we started to venture. One step out of the cave, and we'd flee inside at the sight of a falling leaf! Coaxing ourselves back out, eventually we learned that this was the world, that it was so much more then our den. Of little rabbits with twitching noses ad grass greener then the crawly caterpillars that we often found on the dirt floor of our burrow. When we finally did look back to our safe home, we saw how well plotted it was. Situated under a dead tree, there was a platform of high land above it. We didn't realize how truly clever it was, how long they had searched for a place so perfect. Any creature running through would leap right over then den, and the rotting wood was a musk to cover their scent.
Before long the terrors that brought us food became friendly faces. Entering the cave to lick us and add to the ever present pile of food. As we grew, inch by inch, we learned of the pack, that these other creatures, just like us, they were in a pack. Our pack. Finally, we were old enough that we said farewell to our warm home, and followed our mother and our pack out of the woods. The world was our home. And as our childish games began to shape into responsibilities, hunting, and readying ourselves for departure. Yes, we could leave, though the embrace of our pack members would be a difficult one to wiggle from. They loved us so, and longed for us to stay in the group. To carry our name to later generations. But we'd heard the stories, the dreams. Of starting a pack, love, and wild adventures in the outer rims of the world. Nothing could hold us back, we all left within the year. I was a yearling wolf, the sights and sounds of the wild were all very new to me, the encounters with other wolves. I'm still learning, barely sure of my new surroundings. I've returned to where my pack used to be, or where I thought it was. No matter my searching I cannot find them, so I move on by my self. Since my departure, I have not seen my brothers nor sister, and I wonder.
Are they as lost as me?
personality;;
Ignis is an ignorant young wolf. She is kind to those she knows, but makes a teasing mockery of those she dislikes. What she doesn't understand she hates, and she is addicted to adventure. But even in the haze of her pride, she cares for her friends and is loyal even to her own harm or death. She's always had the dream of starting a pack, as a strong female alpha, but the reality of it is far off. Instead, she plans to settle for a pack and woo a mate. She has a large ego and an even larger mouth. When she's not wooing the ladies, she's getting into some sort of trouble. Ignis has a knack for puzzles and loves to make things are more difficult then they really are just to think out a harder solution. When everyone is down, she's still laughing. She can't help it, she can't just feel sad. She'll make an effort to cheer everyone up because it makes her uncomfortable to be around mourning sorrowful wolves when she can't say she feels the same. Sure, she is sad, she understands, but it just doesn't come out or even show. As though her body in shock freezes his emotions, and then in a frantic attempt to blot the wound, plugs it with jokes and comfort.
[/blockquote]
and I want to
and I want to
yes Yes, I really want to[/size][/color]
In so many ways
name;; Ignis
alias Ignis, Nissy
sex;; ♀
age;; Approximately three
breed;; Maned wolf
laughing, crying
tell me why your smiling[/color]
eye color;; Auburn
build;; Tall, thin, as most are.
fur color;; Red-brown. she has a white 'bib' beneath her chin, a black muzzle, mane, and legs. The tip of her tail and ears are also white. Typical to the breed.
fur length;; Medium length along her body. With longer tufts at the back of her legs, tail, chest and mane.
texture;; Silky smooth, fine to the touch.
height;; 2' 10"
length;; 55"
weight;; 47lb
overall look;; Simply, like a maned wolf. Nothing special to her markings or build.
other;; Holds herself with a sort of pride. She walks daintily, and is rather agile. When aggressive, fearful or surprised, her mane is erect, giving her the illusion of being larger then she is.
[/blockquote]
i'm reading your lips
by candle light[/color]
history;;
From the first shine of light, as minimal as it was, my first glimpse of life. I was elated, I couldn't believe my eyes. Sight was a miracle and there, my mother, my brothers, my sisters, they were too. How else can you describe it? Smells, sounds, family, there was too much to take in at once. I can only recall fractions of my childhood. Mother shared everything with us, even her food, and by the way that the glowing eyes outside the cave brought it. We knew it was precious. Slowly, surely, we started to venture. One step out of the cave, and we'd flee inside at the sight of a falling leaf! Coaxing ourselves back out, eventually we learned that this was the world, that it was so much more then our den. Of little rabbits with twitching noses ad grass greener then the crawly caterpillars that we often found on the dirt floor of our burrow. When we finally did look back to our safe home, we saw how well plotted it was. Situated under a dead tree, there was a platform of high land above it. We didn't realize how truly clever it was, how long they had searched for a place so perfect. Any creature running through would leap right over then den, and the rotting wood was a musk to cover their scent.
Before long the terrors that brought us food became friendly faces. Entering the cave to lick us and add to the ever present pile of food. As we grew, inch by inch, we learned of the pack, that these other creatures, just like us, they were in a pack. Our pack. Finally, we were old enough that we said farewell to our warm home, and followed our mother and our pack out of the woods. The world was our home. And as our childish games began to shape into responsibilities, hunting, and readying ourselves for departure. Yes, we could leave, though the embrace of our pack members would be a difficult one to wiggle from. They loved us so, and longed for us to stay in the group. To carry our name to later generations. But we'd heard the stories, the dreams. Of starting a pack, love, and wild adventures in the outer rims of the world. Nothing could hold us back, we all left within the year. I was a yearling wolf, the sights and sounds of the wild were all very new to me, the encounters with other wolves. I'm still learning, barely sure of my new surroundings. I've returned to where my pack used to be, or where I thought it was. No matter my searching I cannot find them, so I move on by my self. Since my departure, I have not seen my brothers nor sister, and I wonder.
Are they as lost as me?
personality;;
Ignis is an ignorant young wolf. She is kind to those she knows, but makes a teasing mockery of those she dislikes. What she doesn't understand she hates, and she is addicted to adventure. But even in the haze of her pride, she cares for her friends and is loyal even to her own harm or death. She's always had the dream of starting a pack, as a strong female alpha, but the reality of it is far off. Instead, she plans to settle for a pack and woo a mate. She has a large ego and an even larger mouth. When she's not wooing the ladies, she's getting into some sort of trouble. Ignis has a knack for puzzles and loves to make things are more difficult then they really are just to think out a harder solution. When everyone is down, she's still laughing. She can't help it, she can't just feel sad. She'll make an effort to cheer everyone up because it makes her uncomfortable to be around mourning sorrowful wolves when she can't say she feels the same. Sure, she is sad, she understands, but it just doesn't come out or even show. As though her body in shock freezes his emotions, and then in a frantic attempt to blot the wound, plugs it with jokes and comfort.
[/blockquote]
and I want to
and I want to
yes Yes, I really want to[/size][/color]
