10-17-2009, 11:25 AM
[html]Look out, here I come! |D Accept or reject, it's up to you. ;D
WC: 643, 5 pts
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1. Character Name: Ailbhe Latis
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 2o.o2.2oo5
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Canis Arctos Ortus
5. Gender: Female
6. Secondary Form of Contact: MSN: childlikeheart90@hotmail.com
7. How you found 'Souls: An Ad on Giderah. (Go bother Psych about that, |D)
8. Profile Page: Snow and Wind.
9. Initial post:
After traversing Ethereal Eclipse and bits of Shiloh Hills from January to October, the haggard, tired white lady entered the Serena Reserve, the itch in her tired paws finally relieved. All those years of unsure futures and broken dreams... those few golden years of wonder dabbled in-between... they would not be for naught. Slim lupine form was pocked with months old slices from that day on the mountains, thick snowy pelt slowly growing in over them. Ribs protruded from their ivory cover, for though she had been eating, it was nothing more than a rabbit here, a beaver there... worry of poaching on another pack's lands had kept her from hunting much more than that. After all, who would miss a tiny rabbit? The elk and deer in the area would certainly make up for that. Skinny ivory fae paused a moment before a tall, leafy tree at the border to AniWaya, as she had heard it called, nerves getting the best of her.
What skills could she offer them, beyond entertainment and Salon work? Sure, when well-fed she was a powerful fighter, perhaps reminiscent of a soldier, like her father once was. Ailbhe did not care much for fighting- agile lady felt more at home with a dancing beat or a pot of color in her paws- but she certainly was capable of it, formerly rather defensive of her now flame eaten home. Memories of those golden years slipped through the ivory girl's head, and she quickly shook them away. No. This was the future- her future. No longer was she tied to the siblings who made her heart ache with fond memories. No longer were sibling rivalries common place, nightly 'sleepovers' had dimmed and died. A free, thinking spirit, the ghostly female was now- and she needed to start acting like one.
Deep, dark paw pads carefully, quietly carried the decently sized femme past the tree that had been marked AniWaya, and directly into their territory. She would offer what talents she had, and hope for the best. The worst thing they could do is tell her no, right? Ivory harks flattened in a submissive state while thick plume dropped low to the ground, watching, waiting. Dark nose scented the air from time to time, while icy gems scanned the world before her. The area seemed pleasant enough... now she only needed to find someone. Slim maw split in a weak call.
"Is anyone there?" She sounded meek. Ailbhe didn't like that, but she supposed her nerves were still getting to her. Was this pack usually kind with outsiders? She had heard Cour de Miracles was far more accepting- but they were closer to a group of former friends and related vagabonds. How could she fit into a close-knit group like that? AniWaya was supposed to be more of a Native American styled pack... like the humans that had once lived in the area. Another thought reached witty, but dulled mind. These wolves were mostly Optime, weren't they? It had been awhile since the malnourished fae had shifted into Optime form... close to two months. She wondered if she would still be able to shift as quickly as she had while out on the shoreline. At this point, it would not matter- she could easily pose herself more submissively as a Lupine than an Optime. It was more difficult to seem submissive if you were 6'6" than merely 28" at the shoulder. Sure, she wasn't much larger than the average female Arctic wolf, but facial expressions and body language were also too easy to convey in Optime form as well- Ailbhe feared she would not know what to do with her hands while meeting anyone important. Perhaps once she felt comfortable in the area, she would shift more readily and be able to stand still without fiddling with her humanesque hands.
WC: 643, 5 pts
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1. Character Name: Ailbhe Latis
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 2o.o2.2oo5
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
4. Species: Canis Arctos Ortus
5. Gender: Female
6. Secondary Form of Contact: MSN: childlikeheart90@hotmail.com
7. How you found 'Souls: An Ad on Giderah. (Go bother Psych about that, |D)
8. Profile Page: Snow and Wind.
9. Initial post:
After traversing Ethereal Eclipse and bits of Shiloh Hills from January to October, the haggard, tired white lady entered the Serena Reserve, the itch in her tired paws finally relieved. All those years of unsure futures and broken dreams... those few golden years of wonder dabbled in-between... they would not be for naught. Slim lupine form was pocked with months old slices from that day on the mountains, thick snowy pelt slowly growing in over them. Ribs protruded from their ivory cover, for though she had been eating, it was nothing more than a rabbit here, a beaver there... worry of poaching on another pack's lands had kept her from hunting much more than that. After all, who would miss a tiny rabbit? The elk and deer in the area would certainly make up for that. Skinny ivory fae paused a moment before a tall, leafy tree at the border to AniWaya, as she had heard it called, nerves getting the best of her.
What skills could she offer them, beyond entertainment and Salon work? Sure, when well-fed she was a powerful fighter, perhaps reminiscent of a soldier, like her father once was. Ailbhe did not care much for fighting- agile lady felt more at home with a dancing beat or a pot of color in her paws- but she certainly was capable of it, formerly rather defensive of her now flame eaten home. Memories of those golden years slipped through the ivory girl's head, and she quickly shook them away. No. This was the future- her future. No longer was she tied to the siblings who made her heart ache with fond memories. No longer were sibling rivalries common place, nightly 'sleepovers' had dimmed and died. A free, thinking spirit, the ghostly female was now- and she needed to start acting like one.
Deep, dark paw pads carefully, quietly carried the decently sized femme past the tree that had been marked AniWaya, and directly into their territory. She would offer what talents she had, and hope for the best. The worst thing they could do is tell her no, right? Ivory harks flattened in a submissive state while thick plume dropped low to the ground, watching, waiting. Dark nose scented the air from time to time, while icy gems scanned the world before her. The area seemed pleasant enough... now she only needed to find someone. Slim maw split in a weak call.
"Is anyone there?" She sounded meek. Ailbhe didn't like that, but she supposed her nerves were still getting to her. Was this pack usually kind with outsiders? She had heard Cour de Miracles was far more accepting- but they were closer to a group of former friends and related vagabonds. How could she fit into a close-knit group like that? AniWaya was supposed to be more of a Native American styled pack... like the humans that had once lived in the area. Another thought reached witty, but dulled mind. These wolves were mostly Optime, weren't they? It had been awhile since the malnourished fae had shifted into Optime form... close to two months. She wondered if she would still be able to shift as quickly as she had while out on the shoreline. At this point, it would not matter- she could easily pose herself more submissively as a Lupine than an Optime. It was more difficult to seem submissive if you were 6'6" than merely 28" at the shoulder. Sure, she wasn't much larger than the average female Arctic wolf, but facial expressions and body language were also too easy to convey in Optime form as well- Ailbhe feared she would not know what to do with her hands while meeting anyone important. Perhaps once she felt comfortable in the area, she would shift more readily and be able to stand still without fiddling with her humanesque hands.