Post by Ransom on Jun 15, 2012 21:18:12 GMT -5
Name:
Mausi
Age:
Five Years Old
Gender
Female
Personality:
An innocent, harmless soul, Mausi just got mixed up with the wrong crowd in her old pack. She's very docile and often hidden and reserved, but she just needs a place to stay, where she can be safe. She loves the night because Farkas sleeps solidly, so Mausi can get some peace and quiet, all to herself. Mausi is not strictly carnivore, she loves berries! Odd for a wolf, and she's told by Farkas, but when she's alone, she ignores his hurtful words. She loves the rain, too; it's so tranquil and quiet. She rarely gets angry, but instead sad and hurt, and then she stands there and says nothing when it gets to that point.
Appearance:CLICK!
Faded ashen blended with alabaster and auburn all mix and swirl together in beautiful patterns to create a pasty layer of beautiful colors. Her body is often held weakly, scars and bruises cover her whole, frail body. She tries to hide the pain, but it gets unbearable. She has a soft expression, but it rarely even shows sign of life and happiness, her soft amber eyes looking nearly dead.
History:
When Mau was born, she was born into a pack that always fought, to the death. It was daily entertainment. Her parents beat her and her siblings, only her and two brothers surviving the constant beatings. Missing the love back in her den, Mau went and hung out with a group of yearlings, where she met Farkas, the love/hate of her life. He messed her up like this, and it hurt her. The pack was hit with parasites, and killed almost everyone. Mausi and Farkas fleed, the two in fear of catching the illness. As soon as Mausi reached the prime age of four years year, Farkas impregnated her. They then moved into this new land, in hope of a pack and a clean slate.
Family:
Dead
Mate:
Farkas//Deceased
Pups:
On the way
Example Post:
A quiet night. Dark and lonely, harsh and painful. The moon shone bright, the darkness slowly eating away at her soul. Anger, fear, grief. Memories. The ivory femme could see herself, running through the snow, she could hear the blood-curling howls like yesterday. Her mind ran over and over those howls again. The ones she loved. The ones she loved the most. She shook her dome strongly, her jowls drawn back slightly into a scowl, a disturbed façade. It was easy to tell she was mentally disturbed, something was bothering the maiden, but her tongue curled around the lyrics, keeping them to herself.
The femme was jostled at the quick, goofy response, but her petite figure remained tense, her visage expressionless.
"A goddess? Hardly," The she-devil sneered, before standing taller on her pistons as she began to dance around the rogue, "I am the Goddess of these lands, yes, but never shall I be a Goddess in whole. Instead, my mind is filled with lost, painful memories," Her tongue curled around the last word, causing the lyrics to sound like a soft hiss. Flattery shall get you nowhere
The she-devil, for sure, felt terrible for acting so rude, but still He was on her territory without permission, and he just happened to come along when she was in her worst mood. With a deep breath, the Alphesse calmed down and raised her dome, careful, before she moved back in front of the rogue, and sat back on her haunches.
"I'm sorry. I've been in a terrible mood lately, and you just got the brunt end of it," The dove sighed a long sigh, "Are you here to join the pack?" The femmora asked lightly, hiding her encased excitement deep inside, although she could feel it. She might have spoiled her chances, the maiden realized, but it was a chance she would have to take.
Other Wolves On This Site:
Placid
How did you find out about us?
Ahem.
Mausi
Age:
Five Years Old
Gender
Female
Personality:
An innocent, harmless soul, Mausi just got mixed up with the wrong crowd in her old pack. She's very docile and often hidden and reserved, but she just needs a place to stay, where she can be safe. She loves the night because Farkas sleeps solidly, so Mausi can get some peace and quiet, all to herself. Mausi is not strictly carnivore, she loves berries! Odd for a wolf, and she's told by Farkas, but when she's alone, she ignores his hurtful words. She loves the rain, too; it's so tranquil and quiet. She rarely gets angry, but instead sad and hurt, and then she stands there and says nothing when it gets to that point.
Appearance:CLICK!
Faded ashen blended with alabaster and auburn all mix and swirl together in beautiful patterns to create a pasty layer of beautiful colors. Her body is often held weakly, scars and bruises cover her whole, frail body. She tries to hide the pain, but it gets unbearable. She has a soft expression, but it rarely even shows sign of life and happiness, her soft amber eyes looking nearly dead.
History:
When Mau was born, she was born into a pack that always fought, to the death. It was daily entertainment. Her parents beat her and her siblings, only her and two brothers surviving the constant beatings. Missing the love back in her den, Mau went and hung out with a group of yearlings, where she met Farkas, the love/hate of her life. He messed her up like this, and it hurt her. The pack was hit with parasites, and killed almost everyone. Mausi and Farkas fleed, the two in fear of catching the illness. As soon as Mausi reached the prime age of four years year, Farkas impregnated her. They then moved into this new land, in hope of a pack and a clean slate.
Family:
Dead
Mate:
Farkas//Deceased
Pups:
On the way
Example Post:
A quiet night. Dark and lonely, harsh and painful. The moon shone bright, the darkness slowly eating away at her soul. Anger, fear, grief. Memories. The ivory femme could see herself, running through the snow, she could hear the blood-curling howls like yesterday. Her mind ran over and over those howls again. The ones she loved. The ones she loved the most. She shook her dome strongly, her jowls drawn back slightly into a scowl, a disturbed façade. It was easy to tell she was mentally disturbed, something was bothering the maiden, but her tongue curled around the lyrics, keeping them to herself.
The femme was jostled at the quick, goofy response, but her petite figure remained tense, her visage expressionless.
"A goddess? Hardly," The she-devil sneered, before standing taller on her pistons as she began to dance around the rogue, "I am the Goddess of these lands, yes, but never shall I be a Goddess in whole. Instead, my mind is filled with lost, painful memories," Her tongue curled around the last word, causing the lyrics to sound like a soft hiss. Flattery shall get you nowhere
The she-devil, for sure, felt terrible for acting so rude, but still He was on her territory without permission, and he just happened to come along when she was in her worst mood. With a deep breath, the Alphesse calmed down and raised her dome, careful, before she moved back in front of the rogue, and sat back on her haunches.
"I'm sorry. I've been in a terrible mood lately, and you just got the brunt end of it," The dove sighed a long sigh, "Are you here to join the pack?" The femmora asked lightly, hiding her encased excitement deep inside, although she could feel it. She might have spoiled her chances, the maiden realized, but it was a chance she would have to take.
Other Wolves On This Site:
Placid
How did you find out about us?
Ahem.