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Post by ` k i w i ` on May 20, 2011 21:03:43 GMT -7
Full Name: Gematria Nickname: Ria Age: 2 Species: wolf Breed: grey wolf Pelt/Hide Colour: Blue, fades to white (will show a picture, some time ... ) Eye Colour: Dark blue Gender: Fae Personality: When I am close to you, I feel warm and nice, complete. When you are away from me I feel bitter, scared, and alone. When you are new to me, I feel threatened, harsh, and more than a little reckless. When you are old, I feel joy, sadness, and unworthy. When you are much too happy I feel angry, bold, and intent on hurting you. When you show me something new, I am cautious, confused, and a little curious. When you show me something wonderful, I feel loved, and like the world could end today, and I would be just fine with that, just as long as I was in your tender grasp.
History: My life was peaceful, before I traveled the lands in order to find myself in the strange place. I chased butterflies and frolicked in the rain with the rest of my pack. I was, oddly enough, derived from a small family group of lites. Composed of my sire, dam, and my siblings of the past year, we lived a simple life, hunting from day to day in order to sustain our usual homeostatic balance. After a great number of months, living in the happy lifestyle of any other lite, things began to ... change. The weather grew grim, and soft, white flakes began to float in the gust air at all of the wrong times. Things began to happen, strange beings entered our territory, and my dam forced her children our of the wicked place. My travels have tested my faith in the lite, and have proven them notwithstanding. Today, I walk into the magical lands of the Blue Moon Herds as a neutral, neither corrupt be the darq side or captivated by the lite.
Sample Post: My small paws leave light impressions on the ash grey gravel. The rocks are small and tickle the pads as they crowd their way around my dark toes. I stop for a thoughtful moment to look around myself. I see a few things that interest me. The first being a small, shallow pool. The water is not deep, but grey, and I can see the smooth lifeless bottom from where I stand. Everywhere I look there is nothing but grey, grey stone. Where have my dainty paws taken me? This land was so quiet, so barren. My blue harks stand at attention as the sound waves of a soft fluttering head my way. I turn to see a tiny creature flying toward me in the heavy air. To my surprise it is a butterfly, one of the creatures that I am most fond of. It beats it's wings all around my ebony crown, and I note that it too, just like the landscape, is grey, colorless. How could any mortal creature stand to live in such a colorless world? I snort loudly and my breath blows the insect off it's planned coarse. I smile as it picks itself up from the ground and flutters off.
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Post by .cay on May 20, 2011 21:37:16 GMT -7
Hahaha, this will be very fun to post with. I APPROVE!
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