Post by Allanon on Apr 20, 2006 19:41:39 GMT -5
Name: Aleshanee
Meaning: 'She Always Plays' in Native American
Nickname(s): Allie, Shanee ,anything else you wish to dub her with
Breed: Red Wolf
Gender: Bytch
Age: 1 1/2
Color: Mixed rust and ash
Personality: Happy and bubbly. She is always ready to play, often dragging the pack into her games. She is a big pup with no desire to ever grow up. Loyal and obediant, she is always the first to back down from conflict and the first to forgive or seek forgiveness. At times she can be highly emotional, but her bubbly attitude will soon win out.
Past: Aleshanee is not one to dwell on the past, focusing instead on whatever object draws her attention at the moment. She was born the runt of the litter and left her pack shortly after her 1st year. The others pushed her out, weary of her playful antics. She goes forth now in search of a pack that will accept her as she is.
Sample post: Pink tongue lolled out of a grinning maw as the slightly built russet bytch escaped from the heat of the day under a shrub. Her paws were weary from travel and she welcomed the respite. She had been traveling since the waxing crescent moon rose several weeks ago. Though her pack had driven her away, the bytch lassened the sting of the memory by convincing herself that she left of her own accord.
A pack of beavers and badgers, that's what they are. They are just too busy or too grumpy to enjoy life like I do. Is it my fault that they don't realize how wonderful and free it feels to forget about status and just have fun?
A robin alighted on the ground before her. Giggling, she growled playful and pounced at the bird. Chirping angrily, the robin fluttered away, easily avoiding her attack. Hey! get back here! she cried, bounding after it. The heat and the past were forgotten in the thrill of the chase. So caught up was she in her game that she didn't cease until robin landed high in a pine tree, twittering crossly down at her. Resting her forepaws on the treetrunk, she whimpered and yipped at the bird. She never considered who might hear and come in search of her.
Meaning: 'She Always Plays' in Native American
Nickname(s): Allie, Shanee ,anything else you wish to dub her with
Breed: Red Wolf
Gender: Bytch
Age: 1 1/2
Color: Mixed rust and ash
Personality: Happy and bubbly. She is always ready to play, often dragging the pack into her games. She is a big pup with no desire to ever grow up. Loyal and obediant, she is always the first to back down from conflict and the first to forgive or seek forgiveness. At times she can be highly emotional, but her bubbly attitude will soon win out.
Past: Aleshanee is not one to dwell on the past, focusing instead on whatever object draws her attention at the moment. She was born the runt of the litter and left her pack shortly after her 1st year. The others pushed her out, weary of her playful antics. She goes forth now in search of a pack that will accept her as she is.
Sample post: Pink tongue lolled out of a grinning maw as the slightly built russet bytch escaped from the heat of the day under a shrub. Her paws were weary from travel and she welcomed the respite. She had been traveling since the waxing crescent moon rose several weeks ago. Though her pack had driven her away, the bytch lassened the sting of the memory by convincing herself that she left of her own accord.
A pack of beavers and badgers, that's what they are. They are just too busy or too grumpy to enjoy life like I do. Is it my fault that they don't realize how wonderful and free it feels to forget about status and just have fun?
A robin alighted on the ground before her. Giggling, she growled playful and pounced at the bird. Chirping angrily, the robin fluttered away, easily avoiding her attack. Hey! get back here! she cried, bounding after it. The heat and the past were forgotten in the thrill of the chase. So caught up was she in her game that she didn't cease until robin landed high in a pine tree, twittering crossly down at her. Resting her forepaws on the treetrunk, she whimpered and yipped at the bird. She never considered who might hear and come in search of her.
