Post by Snow™ on Feb 28, 2008 21:45:20 GMT -5
Name: Aradia
Age: 4 years
Height: 32 at the shoulder
Breed: Timber
Gender: Female
Personality: Aradia is picky- she doesn't settle for anything but what she wants. She is quite arrogant, and doesn't like it when others tell her what to do, even when she knows it's the best thing.
Appearance:
200 word example post:
Soft padded paws picked their way through the brush, the sticks and dry, dead leaves that had long since fallen. Tail swayed behind her, as she moved about, her motion fluid, quite similar to that of a feline. Audits flicked alertly as a haughty look befell the femme-fatale's facade. Gaze hardened as she looked to a small group of wolven. A female, a male, and a couple pups. Why they were out in the open, Aradia couldn't guess. She stared at them, hackles rising as the female of the group snarled at her. Tail grew rigid, as she looked at the wench, lips raising in a silent snarl. Before the couple could react, a black pup bounded towards her. With disgust, the witch lifted a paw, cuffing it into the air and away from her, watching as the pup crashed into the dirt. Aradia snarled as the mother leapt for her, dashing away from the two. Aradia may have been slow, but her endurance was something to marvel at. The creamy hued female was sprinting, her gait smooth and unbreaking. After running for a time that wouldv'e made the couple give up, she stopped, effortlessly craning her nape to glance around the new lands that she was in. What were these lands? How had Aradia happened upon them. She sniffed at the ground, knowing that they were unclaimed, now. But quite a large group of visitors were roaming around. A smile flashed over her young features, and she let out a gentle, but loud, howl. It was calm, letting the 'pack' that had formed here know that she was not a threat.
Age: 4 years
Height: 32 at the shoulder
Breed: Timber
Gender: Female
Personality: Aradia is picky- she doesn't settle for anything but what she wants. She is quite arrogant, and doesn't like it when others tell her what to do, even when she knows it's the best thing.
Appearance:
200 word example post:
Soft padded paws picked their way through the brush, the sticks and dry, dead leaves that had long since fallen. Tail swayed behind her, as she moved about, her motion fluid, quite similar to that of a feline. Audits flicked alertly as a haughty look befell the femme-fatale's facade. Gaze hardened as she looked to a small group of wolven. A female, a male, and a couple pups. Why they were out in the open, Aradia couldn't guess. She stared at them, hackles rising as the female of the group snarled at her. Tail grew rigid, as she looked at the wench, lips raising in a silent snarl. Before the couple could react, a black pup bounded towards her. With disgust, the witch lifted a paw, cuffing it into the air and away from her, watching as the pup crashed into the dirt. Aradia snarled as the mother leapt for her, dashing away from the two. Aradia may have been slow, but her endurance was something to marvel at. The creamy hued female was sprinting, her gait smooth and unbreaking. After running for a time that wouldv'e made the couple give up, she stopped, effortlessly craning her nape to glance around the new lands that she was in. What were these lands? How had Aradia happened upon them. She sniffed at the ground, knowing that they were unclaimed, now. But quite a large group of visitors were roaming around. A smile flashed over her young features, and she let out a gentle, but loud, howl. It was calm, letting the 'pack' that had formed here know that she was not a threat.