Quote:Player Name: xexes
Character Name: Sura
Date of Birth: April 11, 2012
Gender: Female
Species: hybrid collie and timber wolf, 50/50
Personality Traits: • impressionable • energetic • inquisitive • uncertain • imaginative
Skills: • eager to learn • attentiveness • keeping out of the way • hiding • playing fetch
NPC Characters/Animals: (none)
Residence: Harrow D'Angelo and Hael Savin's house
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It was the morning sun that had betrayed the tiny eyes of Sura, it's warm rays casting a glow of comfort and casual joy. But the occasion was hardly that. Having stayed up all night through another hellish midnight of parental arguing, her eyelids couldn't stay open when the pinks and oranges began their tug-of-way with the darkness and eventually pulled it away. As it faded to a robin's egg blue, the skies found Sura napping again, unable to sustain herself on the journey onwards. Whisked away to a foreign place by strangers, Samax and Kabniel, siblings of Hael, all of them relatives she had never met, her life was thus uprooted, torn apart, and rescued from the bleeding rot of a crimson winestain making it's spread across the meticulously mended fabric of the slave society. But Sura was too young to understand why or what was truly happening. Combined with the night of sleep robbed from her, she was incapable of considering such things, let alone putting up a fight to keep the tattered pieces of her old life. The two had mentioned where they were going and what Sura should do many times, even asking her to repeat it all to them at one point. But that was while she was tired. With eyes wide open, a pink fire of determined will blazing, she was very much aware of how different things were. In fact, she wasn't even sure if the duo was here. She glanced around nervously, only to confirm her confusion. A few sniffs verified that this was the border of the pack. She knew she was supposed to do something... "I can'ts wemembers whats I'm asposed to does!"(translation), a shy howl proceeded out of her mouth, mostly from stress. Idly, her paws began to move in various directions all at once, sending her body into a sort of tremble, until she found her legs tangled at her body on the ground. "Ouff..., she managed a grunt, squinting one eye, just in case she had gotten sand in it. " |