Post by sleety on Jan 3, 2008 11:55:45 GMT -5
Name: Amira
Age: Three and three fourths. (Nearly four, 1/4 year to go. Sorry if it wasn't clear)
Height: Around 23". {You're a small one, Mr. Grinch...}
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Gender: Female
Personality: Amira does not like attention. Period. If a wolf starts talking to her, just out of the blue, she will most likely beat their brains out with a stick- just kidding, but she isn't the nicest femme in the bunch. However, once you get past that cold, hard exterior [not likely] you'll find lovely sarcasm and a wolf that changes moods very quickly [aren't you lucky?]. However, if you manage to get past even THAT barrier [which none have], you might actually find a kind, caring wolf that just wants to be loved. Or you might find a viciuos, two-headed snake. Either way, it's worth the curiosity, right? {I wouldn't touch you with a, nine and a half foot pole!!!}
Appearance: farm1.static.flickr.com/118/301586605_e454d0d025.jpg?v=0 {Normal image wasn't working?}
200 word example post:
The she-wolf relcined on a rock, watching the wolves commerce. Seeing one head her way, she fixed her best glare on her face, the dark yellow eyes burning with independence and loathing. She didn't actually hate this random wolf, of course. That would be retarded. She didn't, however, feel like talking, so she fixed her best evil glare on it, and it took one look and walked right past her quickly, breathing lightly, as if passing a viper. Smirking contentedly to herself, her head rested back on her paws. A howl ripped the air; the alpha, signaling hunting time. However much she liked hunting, this was her least favorite time. It forced her to work together with other wolves, who usually underestimated her for her size. She was tiny, but she was speedy, which was usually why she was picked to go. Hearing her name called, she sighed and stood up reluctantly, stretching before trotting over to the alpha and sitting down. The alpha and alphess were really the only ones that she respected, they were the head packers. The beta and all the other ranks were just a sorry excuse for wolves that wished they could be as great as the leaders. She, herself, preferred to blend into the crowd, just another pack member with another attitude problem. {You're as cuddly as a cactus, as charming as an eel...}
Past: Picture this, if you will; a womanizer wolf and a gullible mother. He was an outcast, but he caught Amira's mother hunting one day, and the rest is history. The next day he was gone, and Rillia (Amira's mother) found out she was pregnant soon after. She had a litter of three pups, but due to starvation from the deranged mother, they died shortly after they were born. Amira is the only one that lived, because she looked exactly like her father. When she stopped nursing and started to become a real pup, her mother's mind seemed to slowly deteriorate. She began imagining that the outcast would come back to her again, and even called Amira her father once or twice. On Amira's birthday, Rillia's sanity finally gave out all together. She stopped eating, wouldn't drink, wouldn't move, and she lay in the same spot, until she died, several days later. {And her heart shrunk three sizes that day...}
(I decided it was way too boring with just a plain ol' application, so I added in some grinch lyrics, only changed the gender a bit. ^-^)
Age: Three and three fourths. (Nearly four, 1/4 year to go. Sorry if it wasn't clear)
Height: Around 23". {You're a small one, Mr. Grinch...}
Breed: Arctic Wolf
Gender: Female
Personality: Amira does not like attention. Period. If a wolf starts talking to her, just out of the blue, she will most likely beat their brains out with a stick- just kidding, but she isn't the nicest femme in the bunch. However, once you get past that cold, hard exterior [not likely] you'll find lovely sarcasm and a wolf that changes moods very quickly [aren't you lucky?]. However, if you manage to get past even THAT barrier [which none have], you might actually find a kind, caring wolf that just wants to be loved. Or you might find a viciuos, two-headed snake. Either way, it's worth the curiosity, right? {I wouldn't touch you with a, nine and a half foot pole!!!}
Appearance: farm1.static.flickr.com/118/301586605_e454d0d025.jpg?v=0 {Normal image wasn't working?}
200 word example post:
The she-wolf relcined on a rock, watching the wolves commerce. Seeing one head her way, she fixed her best glare on her face, the dark yellow eyes burning with independence and loathing. She didn't actually hate this random wolf, of course. That would be retarded. She didn't, however, feel like talking, so she fixed her best evil glare on it, and it took one look and walked right past her quickly, breathing lightly, as if passing a viper. Smirking contentedly to herself, her head rested back on her paws. A howl ripped the air; the alpha, signaling hunting time. However much she liked hunting, this was her least favorite time. It forced her to work together with other wolves, who usually underestimated her for her size. She was tiny, but she was speedy, which was usually why she was picked to go. Hearing her name called, she sighed and stood up reluctantly, stretching before trotting over to the alpha and sitting down. The alpha and alphess were really the only ones that she respected, they were the head packers. The beta and all the other ranks were just a sorry excuse for wolves that wished they could be as great as the leaders. She, herself, preferred to blend into the crowd, just another pack member with another attitude problem. {You're as cuddly as a cactus, as charming as an eel...}
Past: Picture this, if you will; a womanizer wolf and a gullible mother. He was an outcast, but he caught Amira's mother hunting one day, and the rest is history. The next day he was gone, and Rillia (Amira's mother) found out she was pregnant soon after. She had a litter of three pups, but due to starvation from the deranged mother, they died shortly after they were born. Amira is the only one that lived, because she looked exactly like her father. When she stopped nursing and started to become a real pup, her mother's mind seemed to slowly deteriorate. She began imagining that the outcast would come back to her again, and even called Amira her father once or twice. On Amira's birthday, Rillia's sanity finally gave out all together. She stopped eating, wouldn't drink, wouldn't move, and she lay in the same spot, until she died, several days later. {And her heart shrunk three sizes that day...}
(I decided it was way too boring with just a plain ol' application, so I added in some grinch lyrics, only changed the gender a bit. ^-^)
