Post by ~Faded-Light~ on Mar 2, 2006 16:03:42 GMT -5
Name: Faded Light
Nickname: Faded (Prefers to be called by her nickname.)
Age: 3
Gender: Femme
Breed: Wolf
Eyes: Sage (dark green)
Fur Color: Raven black except for her tail, paws and ears which look like they’ve been washed into a somber grey running just short of white at the tip of her tail
Height: Not required.
Personality: Gives off a very cold attitude if you’re first meeting her, or when she wants to hide something. Otherwise Faded can be very playful, though rather jumpy if shocked when she’s not paying attention, though unless distracted that doesn’t tend to be very often. She seems almost emotionless unless seriously provoked, amused, or breaking down.
Past: Amnesiac to the first two years of her life. Faded remembers waking up one day and looking down to see drying blood beneath her. Since that day she’s been alone, a wanderer of sorts. Her cold attitude comes from the year or so she spent alone surviving only by instinct.
Sample Post:
Gold and crimson leaves freshly released from the fall trees crunched lightly as she padded through the forest, winding stealthily through the maze of autumn colors and bark walls. The glitter of the sun shone through the canopy above and made the shadows dance. Yellow-orange reflected in the small stream that ran through the forest cast spots of light onto the vegetation that surrounded it. The snap of a twig was followed by an indignant low whine of disapproval.
She was faded, a wolf. Black fur, washed out at the tip of her tail and paws, wasn’t exactly the epitome of camouflage when surrounded by bright hues, but it suited her well. Orbs, the color of sage peered through the dense foliage that kept her from the doe she stalked. Her tail swished back and forth at a slow rythm as she waited for an opportune moment to strike. Mmm… Silver-grey tipped ears were perked up to listen for the slightest sounds of alarm.
The small female deer stood in the center of an opening within the wooded area ignorant to the hot blooded creature watching her only a few feet away. The tan hue of her hide was spotted here and there with bits of white and grey from the sun and the shadows. A tuft of white was puffed up below her throat as she leaned down to nibble at the dieing emerald vegetation. Then the she-wolf sprung.
A blood thirsty snarl ripped from her throat as she snapped at the neck of the doe that bolted off just as Faded was about to grip into her flesh with pearly sharp fangs. Her teeth dragged against the deer’s hide cutting through the flesh just enough to draw blood illuminating her trail the scent of the red liquid. It's eyes widened in terror as the chase began. The wolf took off after her, a growl caught in her throat and thirst for the hunt evident in her eyes. Most meals had begun to disappear, and the raven-faded femme wasn't going to let this one escape her.
Nickname: Faded (Prefers to be called by her nickname.)
Age: 3
Gender: Femme
Breed: Wolf
Eyes: Sage (dark green)
Fur Color: Raven black except for her tail, paws and ears which look like they’ve been washed into a somber grey running just short of white at the tip of her tail
Height: Not required.
Personality: Gives off a very cold attitude if you’re first meeting her, or when she wants to hide something. Otherwise Faded can be very playful, though rather jumpy if shocked when she’s not paying attention, though unless distracted that doesn’t tend to be very often. She seems almost emotionless unless seriously provoked, amused, or breaking down.
Past: Amnesiac to the first two years of her life. Faded remembers waking up one day and looking down to see drying blood beneath her. Since that day she’s been alone, a wanderer of sorts. Her cold attitude comes from the year or so she spent alone surviving only by instinct.
Sample Post:
Gold and crimson leaves freshly released from the fall trees crunched lightly as she padded through the forest, winding stealthily through the maze of autumn colors and bark walls. The glitter of the sun shone through the canopy above and made the shadows dance. Yellow-orange reflected in the small stream that ran through the forest cast spots of light onto the vegetation that surrounded it. The snap of a twig was followed by an indignant low whine of disapproval.
She was faded, a wolf. Black fur, washed out at the tip of her tail and paws, wasn’t exactly the epitome of camouflage when surrounded by bright hues, but it suited her well. Orbs, the color of sage peered through the dense foliage that kept her from the doe she stalked. Her tail swished back and forth at a slow rythm as she waited for an opportune moment to strike. Mmm… Silver-grey tipped ears were perked up to listen for the slightest sounds of alarm.
The small female deer stood in the center of an opening within the wooded area ignorant to the hot blooded creature watching her only a few feet away. The tan hue of her hide was spotted here and there with bits of white and grey from the sun and the shadows. A tuft of white was puffed up below her throat as she leaned down to nibble at the dieing emerald vegetation. Then the she-wolf sprung.
A blood thirsty snarl ripped from her throat as she snapped at the neck of the doe that bolted off just as Faded was about to grip into her flesh with pearly sharp fangs. Her teeth dragged against the deer’s hide cutting through the flesh just enough to draw blood illuminating her trail the scent of the red liquid. It's eyes widened in terror as the chase began. The wolf took off after her, a growl caught in her throat and thirst for the hunt evident in her eyes. Most meals had begun to disappear, and the raven-faded femme wasn't going to let this one escape her.
