04-17-2009, 11:55 PM
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Here is a picture of what she's wearing ^^ and WC: 500+
She didn't know what it was, but it was almost like something had snapped inside of her. Ember walked with the gait of a wolf who was sure of herself, each foot hitting the ground with a sort of confident finality that hadn't previously belonged to the dark female. She'd been a bit of a daddy's girl in her youth, and then she'd had her wild days, but now she felt like a completely new person. Shiny new. She had been a part of many packs, from Dahlia de Mai, Labrynth Glen and Shadowed Sun to Esper Hollow...but she had never felt this way in any of them. In this pack, she felt like she was somebody. She felt encouraged to better herself, to train with the sword that she had found in the castle and sharpen her skills so that she could hunt for and defend the pack against any who would seek to harm it. She wasn't the most social of wolves, but she did have a few very close friends and was slowly settling into a stable, adult life.
The sun was sinking down below the horizon. It felt to her like the days were getting longer. Ember didn't know very much about such things, but she had noticed that she was getting a lot more done and that she was able to walk longer distances in the light than she had in the winter time. It was really helpful. She hadn't been sure about the exact time that they were supposed to all come to the place, only that it was going to be around evening. She approached the meeting place, stepping out of the treeline.
She'd been told about the festivities, but hadn't been sure of what to make of one part of it. Dressing up? Dressing up as what? The only "clothes" that she really owned was the black cloak that Ryan had made for her and the tough belt that Lightning hung from, around her waist. She had never felt the need to wear anything more, as her fur was thick enough to ward off any chills that got through the cloak.
So to the city she'd gone. She'd looked for clothing after picking up a couple of books from the library, and had found a costume shop after only a few hours of searching. The costumes had all been pretty dusty and they did smell kind of funny, but she had found something that was to her liking. It was a dress that was in the same style as the ones that the characters in her books wore. Long, flowy, and red...but with a sort of cream colored shirt underneath it. The front had a bodice that was kept tied together with a string. Her hair wasn't tied back as she normally had it, in a ponytail or otherwise and hung straight and neat over her shoulders, reaching past the neckline of the long dress. She had chosen to keep her cloak on and Lightning was kept strapped to her side as usual. However, she had decorated the belt with small plastic gems that sparkled in the firelight as she approached. She could see that Noir was there and she grinned at the pup's antics, coming up to her and Dawali.
"Nice night, isn't it?"
She really liked what her friend was wearing, all of the leather pieces all sewn together, but wasn't sure if she should comment on it or not. She didn't even know if what she was wearing was right, only that it was something other than what she would have worn every day. Maybe after this meeting she would wear more dresses, if she ended up liking them. So far she thought that they were alright. "I like your outfit." She blurted.
She didn't know what it was, but it was almost like something had snapped inside of her. Ember walked with the gait of a wolf who was sure of herself, each foot hitting the ground with a sort of confident finality that hadn't previously belonged to the dark female. She'd been a bit of a daddy's girl in her youth, and then she'd had her wild days, but now she felt like a completely new person. Shiny new. She had been a part of many packs, from Dahlia de Mai, Labrynth Glen and Shadowed Sun to Esper Hollow...but she had never felt this way in any of them. In this pack, she felt like she was somebody. She felt encouraged to better herself, to train with the sword that she had found in the castle and sharpen her skills so that she could hunt for and defend the pack against any who would seek to harm it. She wasn't the most social of wolves, but she did have a few very close friends and was slowly settling into a stable, adult life.
The sun was sinking down below the horizon. It felt to her like the days were getting longer. Ember didn't know very much about such things, but she had noticed that she was getting a lot more done and that she was able to walk longer distances in the light than she had in the winter time. It was really helpful. She hadn't been sure about the exact time that they were supposed to all come to the place, only that it was going to be around evening. She approached the meeting place, stepping out of the treeline.
She'd been told about the festivities, but hadn't been sure of what to make of one part of it. Dressing up? Dressing up as what? The only "clothes" that she really owned was the black cloak that Ryan had made for her and the tough belt that Lightning hung from, around her waist. She had never felt the need to wear anything more, as her fur was thick enough to ward off any chills that got through the cloak.
So to the city she'd gone. She'd looked for clothing after picking up a couple of books from the library, and had found a costume shop after only a few hours of searching. The costumes had all been pretty dusty and they did smell kind of funny, but she had found something that was to her liking. It was a dress that was in the same style as the ones that the characters in her books wore. Long, flowy, and red...but with a sort of cream colored shirt underneath it. The front had a bodice that was kept tied together with a string. Her hair wasn't tied back as she normally had it, in a ponytail or otherwise and hung straight and neat over her shoulders, reaching past the neckline of the long dress. She had chosen to keep her cloak on and Lightning was kept strapped to her side as usual. However, she had decorated the belt with small plastic gems that sparkled in the firelight as she approached. She could see that Noir was there and she grinned at the pup's antics, coming up to her and Dawali.
"Nice night, isn't it?"
She really liked what her friend was wearing, all of the leather pieces all sewn together, but wasn't sure if she should comment on it or not. She didn't even know if what she was wearing was right, only that it was something other than what she would have worn every day. Maybe after this meeting she would wear more dresses, if she ended up liking them. So far she thought that they were alright. "I like your outfit." She blurted.