09-24-2010, 03:27 AM
[html]I'd prefer only one or two characters to reply please! Don't mind which ones, as long as they are members of AniWaya.
September 21, 2010
The red and cream wolfess trotted into the area. She had just been given a tour by Ember Phoenix, and was told she could choose her denplace herself. She decided this could wait; first she wanted to meet her pack members. She snuffled, trying to catch a tell-tale scent, and soon she found one. She walked briskly; with purpose, but not threateningly or like she was out for a fight. Her ears were at half mast, the sun catching just the barest of glint off her earrings, the gold and bronze ones almost blending with the deep, almost black red of her ears fur, and the silver one casting a soft glare from the bright surrounding light. Her coat was a thick cream color, with a shaggier, rougher outer coat in the shades of red, many hues blending impossibly together to create a single tone of massing, rippling red fur. Sprinkles of grays, whites, silvers, and blacks completed her, edging her ears and done her scruff, with a slight ripple down her legs and back, continuing in a gentle swath across the length of her spine and tail. Her eyes were a beautiful amber color, just a shade more so then the ancient time's natural wolf eyes, becoming a brilliant accent to the red and richness of her pelt. Long legs, a sleek, compact build, and an angular cranium gave the last finish. In her halfling build, she would be huge yet still slight, and in her fully changed form she would be amazing. Three gold bracelets jangled at her left fore-wrist, symbolizing the fact that she had no need for stealth. She rarely hunted for herself, though she had yet to realize this would be quickly changing.
Taking a gentle breath inward, she prepared herself. She still knew very little about this pack, and she hoped to meet a few wolves who could help her out with that fact. In fact, she knew little of this land in general, and wished to know more; proof of this fact, her joining the AniWaya pack. As she sensed that she was approaching other wolves, she reflected on her posture. Her ears were held down, relaxed but not pricked, nor flattened. Half mast. Her tail hung loosely, yet closer held to her legs then to swing upwards, though it wagged gently. Her head was high, but not higher then it should be. More proud, yet relaxed. Calm, confident, collected, and friendly- but not tense, challenging, or looking afraid. Her scruff lay flat, her coat newly washed clean with a gentle tongue and studious eye. Pleased with the outcome of her research, she let herself take the last steps forward, the warm scent of wolves and pups washing over her. She was close. Very close.
The sound of chatter and growling voices, all friendly, reached her ears very close behind the scent of the speakers of such words. The air itself changed, until when she breathed in she both scented and tasted musky fur, a hint of milk, freshkill, and family. She entered the area where these sounds came from, a curious smile teasing at the corner of her lips, but her eyes sharp and alert.
September 21, 2010
The red and cream wolfess trotted into the area. She had just been given a tour by Ember Phoenix, and was told she could choose her denplace herself. She decided this could wait; first she wanted to meet her pack members. She snuffled, trying to catch a tell-tale scent, and soon she found one. She walked briskly; with purpose, but not threateningly or like she was out for a fight. Her ears were at half mast, the sun catching just the barest of glint off her earrings, the gold and bronze ones almost blending with the deep, almost black red of her ears fur, and the silver one casting a soft glare from the bright surrounding light. Her coat was a thick cream color, with a shaggier, rougher outer coat in the shades of red, many hues blending impossibly together to create a single tone of massing, rippling red fur. Sprinkles of grays, whites, silvers, and blacks completed her, edging her ears and done her scruff, with a slight ripple down her legs and back, continuing in a gentle swath across the length of her spine and tail. Her eyes were a beautiful amber color, just a shade more so then the ancient time's natural wolf eyes, becoming a brilliant accent to the red and richness of her pelt. Long legs, a sleek, compact build, and an angular cranium gave the last finish. In her halfling build, she would be huge yet still slight, and in her fully changed form she would be amazing. Three gold bracelets jangled at her left fore-wrist, symbolizing the fact that she had no need for stealth. She rarely hunted for herself, though she had yet to realize this would be quickly changing.
Taking a gentle breath inward, she prepared herself. She still knew very little about this pack, and she hoped to meet a few wolves who could help her out with that fact. In fact, she knew little of this land in general, and wished to know more; proof of this fact, her joining the AniWaya pack. As she sensed that she was approaching other wolves, she reflected on her posture. Her ears were held down, relaxed but not pricked, nor flattened. Half mast. Her tail hung loosely, yet closer held to her legs then to swing upwards, though it wagged gently. Her head was high, but not higher then it should be. More proud, yet relaxed. Calm, confident, collected, and friendly- but not tense, challenging, or looking afraid. Her scruff lay flat, her coat newly washed clean with a gentle tongue and studious eye. Pleased with the outcome of her research, she let herself take the last steps forward, the warm scent of wolves and pups washing over her. She was close. Very close.
The sound of chatter and growling voices, all friendly, reached her ears very close behind the scent of the speakers of such words. The air itself changed, until when she breathed in she both scented and tasted musky fur, a hint of milk, freshkill, and family. She entered the area where these sounds came from, a curious smile teasing at the corner of her lips, but her eyes sharp and alert.