Post by Kaia on Feb 8, 2008 13:13:21 GMT -5
Name: Kaia
Age: Three Years
Height: 27''
Breed: Gray
Gender: Female
Personality:
She is a strong-willed wolf, though does not always choose to showcase it. Although she'd like to believe herself as Strong as any brute, really it isn't the truth. Kaia is afraid to combat fight, wary of pain. This fear is something she ignores when battle is inescapable.
The pack she abandoned had been an unusual one, at best. Her mother's pregnancy was faulty. She had a very rough fall while carrying pups, causing the delivery to be traumatic. Most of the pups were just corpses. Kaia's mother hated the survivors, they just reminded her of her own failure. Her father tried to be supportive, though Kaia nor her brother seemed to ever be wanted. Once they had enough of their distrusting pack, they left.
Appearance: wilddog.hypermart.net/Home/Wild_dog_page/WildDogPic/WldDWolfPic1.jpg
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Mornings. She loved everything about them. The smell, the way dew sparkled majestically on everything, how the sun chased away shadows and awoke all. Mornings were loyal; there would always be a morning, no matter how horrid the previous day had been.
She crawled through tall grass, only allowing her ears to be visible. Kaia's lung filled with cool, sharp air. Near all still lay safe in their beds. It was the Fae's favorite time, she felt like she was the only one aware of anything. She felt like she was in control of nature itself.
Kaia's legs each shudder with every paw placement; the mud was quite cold, and sent electric shocks into her body. The tall grass was speckled with morning dew, wetting her body and refreshing her mind. The sun was golden, oh how beautiful it was, and gave shared its wealth with everything below it.
Kaia loved the morning.
A rustling in a tree caught the Fae's attention. Her mauve eyes snapped up, glaring into the leaves. The tree was bursting with foliage, making for an excellent hiding place. "Come out, come out, whatever you are," she grinned mischievously. If only she could get up in that tree, now that would be exciting. Though she heeded her brother's nagging warnings; Wolves belong on the ground, not in trees. Leave the birds for that. Kaia gave the tree and the creature in it one last look, then turned herself and continued on her prowl.
Age: Three Years
Height: 27''
Breed: Gray
Gender: Female
Personality:
She is a strong-willed wolf, though does not always choose to showcase it. Although she'd like to believe herself as Strong as any brute, really it isn't the truth. Kaia is afraid to combat fight, wary of pain. This fear is something she ignores when battle is inescapable.
The pack she abandoned had been an unusual one, at best. Her mother's pregnancy was faulty. She had a very rough fall while carrying pups, causing the delivery to be traumatic. Most of the pups were just corpses. Kaia's mother hated the survivors, they just reminded her of her own failure. Her father tried to be supportive, though Kaia nor her brother seemed to ever be wanted. Once they had enough of their distrusting pack, they left.
Appearance: wilddog.hypermart.net/Home/Wild_dog_page/WildDogPic/WldDWolfPic1.jpg
200 word example post:
Mornings. She loved everything about them. The smell, the way dew sparkled majestically on everything, how the sun chased away shadows and awoke all. Mornings were loyal; there would always be a morning, no matter how horrid the previous day had been.
She crawled through tall grass, only allowing her ears to be visible. Kaia's lung filled with cool, sharp air. Near all still lay safe in their beds. It was the Fae's favorite time, she felt like she was the only one aware of anything. She felt like she was in control of nature itself.
Kaia's legs each shudder with every paw placement; the mud was quite cold, and sent electric shocks into her body. The tall grass was speckled with morning dew, wetting her body and refreshing her mind. The sun was golden, oh how beautiful it was, and gave shared its wealth with everything below it.
Kaia loved the morning.
A rustling in a tree caught the Fae's attention. Her mauve eyes snapped up, glaring into the leaves. The tree was bursting with foliage, making for an excellent hiding place. "Come out, come out, whatever you are," she grinned mischievously. If only she could get up in that tree, now that would be exciting. Though she heeded her brother's nagging warnings; Wolves belong on the ground, not in trees. Leave the birds for that. Kaia gave the tree and the creature in it one last look, then turned herself and continued on her prowl.