A damaged soul who stares at the sky...
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~~~~~~~~~~Basics~~~~~~~~~~

Birth Name: Skygazer (no longer goes by this name)
Given Name: Deirdre
Nickname: D
Sex: Female
Age: 1 ½
Species: Wolf (Canis lupus irremotus)
Pack: Loner
Rank: Loner
Mate: None

~~~~~~~~~~Appearance~~~~~~~~~~~


Fur: Her undercoat is a light gray color, an almost silvery white. While her top layer is a blend of light browns, grays, and black. Her top layer mix starts from the tip of her nose, runs down her spine and covers her sides, while it ends right before the tip of her tail. Her ears are black.

Eyes: Her eyes are a natural gray color to an almost light or dark blue. Her eyes tend to be lighter in the sunlight and darker at nighttime.

Height: At least 3.1ft at shoulder.

Weight: Well she can’t as well weigh herself now can she?

Body Type: Lithe and muscular.

Distinguishing Features: Her eyes.

Accessories: Weaved into the fur behind her left ear is a feather from a red-tailed hawk.

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~~~~~~~~~~Likes & Dislikes~~~~~~~~~~


Likes: Despite seeming to have a stoic persona, this she-wolf enjoys children, and has a soft spot for young cubs. When surrounded by children, or even in their presence this she wolf’s stoic wall comes crashing down and her true self is easily seen. When around children she always has a motherly smile upon her face, and she is always watchful around them, protective almost even if they’re not hers. She cares deeply for young things, no mater what species the child is from, she will always come to it’s need, and even allows herself to become a living play toy.
By nature she is a child of the forest, she loves nature and enjoys sleeping out in it. Not only that, but she enjoys and respects it, and only hunts when she’s hungry; she favors group hunting. This wolf likes the simple things in life, like a warm breeze on a nice day, or napping on a sunny and warm day, she enjoys swimming so is not afraid to take a dive in a lake or cross a river. Her favorite thing to do, and the simplest thing by nature for her to do is howl. She loves to howl when it’s not needed to communicate to another. She loves to sing to the moon on the full moon of the month and dance about beneath the moon’s rays. By dance, it is simply meant that she enjoys gracefully frolicking and running beneath the gaze of that silver disk in the sky.
Following the things that revolve with the sky, this she wolf tends to stare up at it, and as she does this sincerity seems to seep into her features. She enjoys spending hours staring up at the sky, no matter what time of day this activity seems to be her favorite. She also takes great pleasure in watching birds fly, and sometimes she wishes that she too could sprout wings and fly, for she believes that birds are the most freed of all the creatures.

Dislikes: Choosing to follow the path of a lone wolf was never her idea, she despises being alone and searches unaware for a pack to call her own. Fire is another dislike of hers, it is not that she fears it; it is simply that she mistrusts fire most of all. She respects the unpredictable element, but is wary and always cautious around it. When she is around fire, or is forced to encounter a large amount of blaze she will tend to stare at it as if locked in a trance and remembering things revolving her childhood and fire. Concentrating on her fears, she has an obvious and open fear of unnatural heights. She is fine around trees, cliffs, and mountaintops, but when it comes to human made structures she has trouble adjusting to the feel of things in buildings that have more then one level.
She has a strong dislike for individuals who kill just because they can, and those who waste. She can’t stand beings that hunt for the joy of it, and believes that killing should only be done if it is needed.


~~~~~~~~~~Strengths/Talents & Weaknesses/Fears~~~~~~~~~~


Strengths/Talents: When Syris adopted her, he taught her how to read, it was a slow process at first, but her adopted father figured that a wolf that could read the old text of humans could somehow get through in life. Syris taught her to read from the few herbal and medical books that he owned, and from his own ability to read. He had wished to teach her to write, but she was not a Luperci and he did not wish to force her to change herself, so she can read but not write. Because of the books that taught her how to read, and the father she knew as her own, she has a vast knowledge of plant life, and a small amount of knowledge of herbs that can help the health of others. She is also, not that bad of a gardener, especially since she lacks any hands, but she has learned to work around that, by carefully using her maw to pull up and pluck delicate herbs and flowers.
Greatly in love with nature, this she wolf has a thrill for climbing trees. It first started when she was two months; she first started climbing small logs and tree stumps, and by the time she was four months she began to experiment with trees that had branches closer to the ground. By the time she was eight months, climbing trees was like second nature to her. Besides having the talent to climb trees, she also has a small ability for catching fish. It was a strange thing for her to learn, but since this she wolf already enjoyed swimming, she did not see a reason not to learn to catch her meal from the water as well. It took a long amount of practice, and even now, it takes her a while to catch a fish, but with patience, silence, and a still stance, she can usually catch one with her jaw.
A very small but important talent of hers is that she is able to read others; she is able to read the body language of another being to gain an idea of how that person feels. She can easily see the pain of another who is attempting to hide it, she can feel that someone close to her is feeling sad when they are acting happy; though her ability to read body language does come in handy for her, it is not always one hundred percent accurate.

Weaknesses/Fears: This she wolf takes a while to warm up to others, and this can be a weakness for her. For wolves are pack animals and one wolf that tries her hardest to push others away will not always have a high percentage of survival. However, once this she wolf opens up to another and trusts them, she will forever be loyal to them. She can be seen as overly protective or possessive of things that she sees as hers, and this too can sometimes be her weakness, for if it is someone who she loves with every fiber of her being she will sacrifice herself to see that the other lives. As possessive goes, once she claims something as hers she will fight to the death to keep it, or protect it. Her possessiveness only really occurs with unanimated objects like books, or plants.
She has a fear of unnatural heights that can be seen as a weakness. Though she can climb a tree, when faced with a manmade structure like a tall building, she can shut down. While in a level of a building higher than the ground floor, she will begin to breathe hard, as if she would go into a panic attack. She will also spend more time focused on carefully placing her paws than what is going on around her.
The one thing is certain, her greatest weakness are children; cubs, pups, babies, young things, she has a soft spot for every young creature. She can easily open up to them, and will do anything to protect the young. Since she has a motherly instinct, another creature could use a child to control her, for she would do anything to make sure that child would stay safe. However, keep in mind that once she finds a way to save the child from the creature using it to control her, she will make a living hell for the being that put the child in danger.


~~~~~~~~~~Overall History~~~~~~~~~~


Birth-Two weeks~ She was born to a female northern rocky mountain wolf by the name of Norrana; her father was unknown to her for he left her mother after her birth. Deirdre was not born to this name, upon her birth her mother gave her the name Skygazer, for even at a young age she would always have her blind eyes gazing up at the sky, or in this case the den ceiling. Nothing important happened during this time in her life, and if anything did happen, it is very foggy for her during her first moments, so she would not have any memory of it.

Three weeks~ This time in her life was when most of the change began. It is also when her birth name came into effect, for when her eyes opened and she began to see the world for the first time she would always head for the den’s entrance just so that she could gaze up at both the morning and night sky. As a young cub, she would always enjoy sneaking away from her mother so she could watch the birds fly above her little world. Outside her mother’s den fascinated her, all the colors, the smells, the sounds, and the space. All was so new, and so, so very wonderful to this small wolf cub.

It was in this new stage of her young life that she first learned of the dangers of the world. Her mother had left to hunt for them, being the daughter of a lone wolf was very dangerous, but being new to the world and unaware, she believed herself safe. Therefore, when her mother left her in the care of the den’s protection, this little she wolf slowly made her way to the entrance so that she could explore. Also at this time, a cougar was on the hunt; this little wolf had no clue of what was foe or friend so when the little pup exited the safety of her mother’s den she became a quick prey for the cougar. The cougar had spotted the little fuzz ball from where it had been walking, and slowly began to make its approach. Playful frolicking, and fascinating explorations made this little wolf cub unaware of the predator approaching her from behind.

It would have been a quick death for her, if her mother had not returned at that very moment to see her cub was in danger. A mother’s rage and need to protect her cub was a strong thing and had helped Norrana at that moment when she faced the hungry cougar to protect her child. It was a startle for this wolf when her mother leaped in front of her with hackles raised and fangs gleaming between a snarling maw, and at first, the young cub was confused but when she saw clearly the large cat snarling back at her mother she knew that her life, and the life of her mother was in danger.

Her mother fought the cougar with all her might, and received countless wounds for it. Her mother did not give up her battle to protect her cub, and in the end, the cougar gave up, finding the mother wolf and her cub too much trouble it left. Though Norrana was victor in that battle for life, she knew all too well that it was to close. She was already bleeding out from too many wounds, so after the fight she turned to her little cub and scooped her up between her jaws. With her cub dangling gently between her teeth, she began to journey away from her den, to where she was unsure.

One month~ At this time her mother had stumbled upon an abandoned house that was owned by a hermit of the Luperci people. Syris was an Ortus of his species, and he was an individual who enjoyed solitude. Therefore, when he became matured he dispersed from his family and lived one with the wild life. His home was decorated with plant life, a small vegetable and fruit garden laid outside his house, and a rowan tree grew to the side of his small little home.

Upon Norrana’s arrival to this strange living quarter, she was very weak, her wounds she had received in her fight with the cougar had become infected and she was growing weak with every passing second. With her last step, she dropped to the ground her little cub whimpering beside her. At this time, Syris was returning from a hunt, and upon seeing the small wolf cub crying beside a motionless adult wolf, he dropped the deer carcass he had been caring on his shoulder and ran toward the two figures. He knelt beside the young cub and placed a clawed hand on the mother’s side.

He could feel that the mother wolf’s life was yet gone, but he could see as well as sense that the mother would not live through the night. He felt sadness as he looked down at the little cub huddled against the mother for warmth and comfort, so in a desperate attempt he stood up and rushed into his home grabbing from there whatever medical herb he could find. However, in his entire attempt to help the mother heal and survive the end result was already final, she would die and leave her cub. In Norrana’s last strength, she lifted her head to meet Syris’s gaze. Norrana’s gaze formed a silent plea with the Ortus male, and as a silent acceptance of the duty being placed upon him, he cupped her muzzle in his palm and gently rubbed his thumb across the bottom of her jaw.
The little wolf cub’s mother died moments later, leaving the little she wolf weeping in the arms of the large two-legged wolf. Syris named his adopted daughter Deirdre, he never knew what the mother of his daughter had called her, but it did not seem to matter, for she was now his, his daughter, his little Deirdre.

Two months~ During this time Deirdre was adjusting to her new life as the daughter of a two legged wolf, and the death of her mother. She was learning new things, beginning to understand words and her name that her “father” would always call her by. This was also around the time when she began to be fascinated by plants. Her adopted father was not only a hunter by nature but also a talented herbalist, and when he worked in his small garden, she would always be shyly beside him playing at the plants that he would pull out or be digging and rolling in the dirt of the overturned soil.

This time in her life was mostly full of adjusting and learning. Her memories of this time are all full with her father teaching her words of different plants, of playing with him, and of trying to come fully to terms with her mother’s death.

Three and a half months~ This age was when she began to learn about hunting and how she was to learn to hunt and how her father had hunted. Syris would first show her how to hunt in the form she was, and later on when the little wolf began to ask question about their differences Syris expanded upon the idea of hunting in his views. Her adopted father was talented in the bow and the knife, and she would watch him for countless hours while he shot off his bow. During her watch over her father, she would always have a question about one thing or another.

Again, at this age, life was very simple and happy for this small wolf cub. She began to learn things, and ask questions just like any other normal child. She would explore, play, and experience life. This time in her life was a starting point of happy things.

Four months~ During this time of her age she began to want to know more of what her father would do. She would always watch him while he worked, when he mixed herbs, when he gardened, when he hung things and built things. Whatever her father did she was always there watching, and on occasionally helping. Around this time in her life, she was learning how to garden, and how to be gentle around delicate things. She was learning to control her strength, and to be always gentle when handling things that could be hurt by her fangs.

There was no changing point during this age, she was simply growing into herself, and learning all that she could learn.

Six months~ At this age the young wolf is beginning to join her adopted father in hunts, by joining him in his hunts she is learning two different styles of hunting, and of a strange tactic for hunts. This is also at the age when she is becoming more aware of things, and of talents that she is beginning to awaken within her. This age is also the age in which she meets Damian and his pack.

He was a traveling alpha of a small pack containing his twin brother and two other wolves. He meant no harm, no threat when he came upon her father’s home. He only felt curiosity as he stayed at first a far distance of the strange view of a young she wolf following and frolicking behind a Luperci. He was older then her by many weeks, but as he watched her and the Luperci she called “father” he began to feel an urge with in him, a calling. Thus, a week after his arrival within the small area that Syris’s home was located, he finally announced his presence to the two creatures. He approached them while the two were talking in the garden; his ears and tail held respectively for the two.

At first Deirdre was unsure of what she thought of this large brute. He was quite fascinating. The others who followed him were all friendly, and she wanted more than ever to play with them. She took her father’s cautiousness by heart, however, and did not warm up to the new comer to quickly, but even cautiousness didn’t last for long, and before she knew it she found herself frolicking and playing with the older brute name Damian and his pack. It was as if he and the others had accepted her.

This point in her life was full of changes; she was curious, playful, and always ready for the next thing. She was very happy at this moment and she believed that nothing bad could ever happen. She had her father, and she had a pack of wolves that were her friends and listeners when she did not want to share her thoughts with her father, her time in this stage was probably her happiest.

Eight months~ The dramatic change that shaped the stares that led her to her current path, rest with in this age. She was a happy and kindhearted wolf, she had everything she wanted in life. She was content, but on one night in particular the way she lived her life changed.

It was on a night her father decided to start a fire in the hearth of their home, and while he mixed powders for medicine and she collected the dry herbs needed for her father’s work, a small harmless seeming ember popped from the fire to land dimly on some paper spread out on the floor. It was reading material placed for Deirdre to read, she had been expending her knowledge on her father’s talent and had not bothered to move the scattered papers away from the blazing fire. Unaware of the small ember burning bright amongst the papers, father and daughter went on in their work, helping one another as they had always done. It was not till Deirdre began to smell smoke did they notice the burning ember eating away at the papers on the floor.

They were able to stop the small ember from becoming a flame, and began to settle into a comfortable satisfaction, but as the night grew on an uneasy feeling began to rise with in the pit of Deirdre’s gut. During the night as her father slept, this she wolf laid watching the fire in the hearth. She did not trust the flames dancing and eating away at the logs, she did not want what happened early occur again, but as the night grew on it became harder for her to stay awake. Soon she fell asleep, and her dreams were filled with fire and smoke.

During their sleep another ember reached out from the hearth and caught a open box of drying herbs on fire, and soon the fire began to eat away at everything else until the entire house was full with smoke and tiny blazing flames.

Deirdre awoke rasping and choking for air, the smoke filling her longs and bringing tears to her eyes. She leapt to her feet, backing up in a panic as she spun herself desperately searching for her father. She whimpered and called to him, and pulled at his arm as he slept with in his bed. He stirred slowly into alert awareness, an unsteady panic forming in his voice as he pulled himself out of his bed.

This wolf had no idea on how to react, she felt trapped with in the smoke filled house. She didn’t know where to go, and she could hardly see let alone smell anything. All she could smell was the burning of wood, and so she relied on the comforting touch of her father, but even that comfort was soon taken from her for the fire had reached to the roof and support beams. With the support of beams taken away, the roof began to collapse down upon them.

The scream she heard that had come from her father as he became trapped beneath a roof beam would forever echo with in her memories, for when she saw her father fall beneath a burning pile of wood, and the smell of burning fur and flesh replaced that of what once she smelled, she became frozen in place. She stood shocked, frozen in place by fear and panic. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know if she could do anything, and the fear, the panic rose with in her as she attempted to reach her father. There was no way to get to him, for the flaming beam that had fallen on him had killed him moments after his scream.

She stood with in the burning house, only a heartbeat away from the front door that was now alive in flames. She stood; eyes wide in fear as the world she knew came crashing down around her in flames. She closed her eyes then, tightly as if she could make all of the fire and death vanish before her. She lifted her head in defeat and let slip a mournful howl.

Strong and powerful fangs clamped down upon her ruff and roughly pulled her out and away from the crumbling structure. She struggled with her savior, snarling and twisting with in his grip. It was Damian; the brute had smelt the fire from where his pack and he were resting. He had smelt the flames and came rushing to where he witnessed the beginning of the fall of Deirdre’s and her father’s home, and fearing the worse he had all but gave up hope in anyone surviving that hell when he heard a howl erupt forth from the flames of the house. In a courageous leap Damian burst through the crumbling portal of the man made structure and snatched up the defeated female wolf and quickly pulled her out of the house before it completely came down.

It took Deirdre a few hours to return to the reality of the world, she had spent most of the hours in a haze. Damian had helped her walk, guided her away from the burning house and toward where his pack waited for him. Upon her realization that all that she loved was lost she went into an enraged frantic where she attacked Damian when he came to comfort her in her lost. With his blood shed by her rage, she instantly calmed down and began to weep, allowing Damian and his pack to comfort her.

Come morning after the fire, she did return back to her father’s house to see the damage of what happened. Nearly everything was destroyed, and what ever remains Deirdre could find of her father, she left them there in the ash. She left behind her father’s home shortly after and followed Damian and his pack into new areas of the land.

Moments leading up to the present~ After the fire that killed her father and took away her happy childhood, Deirdre joined Damian and his pack. She was instantly accepted into his pack and almost automatically became friends with the others. It was easy for her to befriend Michael, Damian’s younger brother, since he seemed to see himself as a ladies man; she even enjoyed making friends with the other two males who came to accept her. She came to deeply know and love the four males that she traveled with, she came to love Michael for his oblivious manners, Alex for his kindness and understanding, Samuel for his stoic personality but warm heart, and Damian for everything he had done for her.

Two months after joining this small pack Damian announced to her that she was to be his mate. The bluntness he had approached the subject took her off guard, but she never turned him down, and in the moments she had with the pack she was seen as Damian’s mate, Michael’s sister in law, and second alpha of a small band of wolves, but like most of her life the happiness she thought she had was soon to vanish with in more deaths.

A venture into an old human structure turned wrong. It was a nice morning when the pack followed Damian’s brother Michael into an abandoned structure. He had smelled something interesting within the old structure and wanted to check it out, so with the leadership of their alpha they went to explore. It was sudden, and the first to go were Alex and Samuel for they were in the rear of the group. No one knew that there was a cellar beneath the flooring of the structure, or that the support beam was gone for you see the floor had held them up for so long that when it finally did collapse beneath them it was a shock.

The floor fell taking Alex and Samuel with it and burying them beneath ruble, there was no saving them. The next to go was Michael who in attempt to get away from the falling floor leapt to the nearest visible floor beam, but upon his weight gave out and he crashed to the ruble below cracking his head on a jetted stone and killing him instantly. The next to fall was Damian, Deirdre was lucky enough to be standing at a sturdy part of the floor and when the floor did finally give out she was left hanging by her forepaws, her hind legs digging into the cellar wall for support. She did not know what happened to her mate, all she heard of his fall was a crashing and a yelp.

She struggled for support, and fought to climb up onto a solid floorboard, but to no avail she began to slip and soon she to join her companions with in the cellar. All was dark, and the only scent with in the air was a musky smell of old decay. When she fell she had landed on her side twisting her hind right paw. Getting up was a struggle, but she did nonetheless, and once her eyes adjusted to the grayness of the cellar she began looking around for her pack mates. Their scents led her to only death, and when she came upon the scent of the wolf she loved she feared that his scent would also lead her to a lifeless body. When she found Damian he was barely alive, and she knew by the smell of him he too would join her pack brothers. She whimpered as she came to cuddle next to him, he had punctured a lung upon his fall, his breathing all but gurgles. She cried and howled to the shadows around, burying her muzzle into the ruff of her mate’s black fur.

With in the moments that seemed like forever, Damian stirred slightly to offer his mate comfort in their final moments together, he knew he was dead upon his fall and knew that all but she had already left their lives behind. He sighed and whizzed with the breath he had left, and gently nuzzled Deirdre, licking behind her ear in comfort.

“We are wolves, we are not afraid to die…” He whispered to her a small comforting growl like purr escaping with his last breath as he slipped away.

She knew in all her heart that he died happily beside her; they had all died with happiness in their hearts. They were family and they had lived together for so long…but they had left her alone, just like her mother and father, they had left her. She found her way out of the cellar by using the ruble that had mountain its self up against the cellar wall. She left the human made structure and the graves of her pack mates and wondered. She walked idle about, she did not stop to eat nor drink, she just walked until her body could no longer take the stress and dropped.

She finds herself now alone and miserable, her present life damaged by so much lost, she’s confused and hurt, and unwilling to trust anymore. Will she find a way or a will to allow once more her heart to love? Or will she wilt away and turn her back against the world?

~~~~~~~~Totems~~~~~~~~

The funny thing about death…

She lay upon the hard earthen floor; the cold winter wind blew small flurries about her tattered body. She lay amongst the fallen debris of dead leaves and broken branches. She breathed steadily her eyes slanted and stared lifelessly out into nothingness.

…Is that it never comes when you want it to…

A high pitch squawk erupted from the sky and feathers fell upon the motionless body of the timber wolf. She did not stir with the heavy motion of a large bird landing on the branch above her withering body. She did not stir, and did not react to the spreading of large wings and of the bright golden eyes that stared down upon her pitiful frame.

Does it matter what I do?

She lay amongst the decomposing soil; her nostrils flared with the scents of mold and frozen mud. A swift flutter of feathers and her eyes are drawn from their lifeless stare. She gazed up toward the creature towering above her, never moving she stared with dead but wild eyes.

…If I died here, would it matter?

The large bird tilted its head to the left, golden orbs watched wild gray disk as they stared dead like up at the predator bird. The large bird shifted its body weight between its two legs, and pruned the feathers beneath its wings. Its eyes dance about the tattered wolf’s frame, and it spoke in her language, its words she could understand.

“Do the wolves die so easily?” The hawk asked.

“We wolves are not afraid to die,” the wolf replied.

“Do wolves die with such effortlessness?” It squawked.

“We wolves aren’t afraid to die,” she growled as she lifted her head from her motionless body.

“Do wolves die with out a fight?” It squawked spanning its great wings and then tucking them back to its sides.

“No!” the wolf snarled.

“Then you are not a wolf.” It stated.

The wolf’s hackles rose in her anger, “I am wolf!” She snapped mustering up her strength to stand.

“Then why do you lay in wait for death?” The hawk asked.

The wolf growled deep within her, while the bird sat upon its perch pruning its wing feathers. Its golden eyes narrowed at the wolf, and its head tilted to the right.

“Speak wolf, why do you call for death when you life has yet but begun?” The hawk asked spanning its wings as if to take flight.

Do I have a reason?

The hawk took flight from its perch above the tattered wolf; she lay amongst the debris of dead leaves and twigs her eyes stared lifelessly into space. Her gaze shifted to the motion of the bird taking flight, and she watched it soar high into the sky.

I’m a wolf, we are not afraid to die…

Gaze locked on the soaring bird, she watched it fly form its perch and disappear into the clouds. She did not understand the reason for its visit, and she pondered on her conversation with it. She remembered standing, but as her mind came back to reality she felt that she had yet to move from when once she had fell.

Lost does things to you…

She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and with effort pulled her front legs beneath her wary body. She opened her eyes once again, and panted as she struggled to stand; her body shook as she got her paws beneath her. She staggered forward, catching her weak body against the rough bark of a tall tree.

…But I know they wouldn’t want me to do this…

She took a step forward, swaggering with each footfall. Her hind right paw dragged behind her as she made her way forward; she pushed to continue, to go on even when all seem lost to her. She lifted her head up; a gentle breeze pushed back her long coat and blinded her eyes with invisible tears. Her lost was deep, but she knew she had to go on. If not for her, then for the memory of those she had lost, for with her journey, maybe, just maybe she could once more open her heart to others.
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~~~~~~~~~~Relationships~~~~~~~~~~

Acquaintances
(Uncertain feelings= ??? Or -50 ~ 0 ~ 50)

~Leonard: +40 "Thanks for helping me..."
~Tailiesin Dir Rhiannon: +45 "You were the first one I shared my pain with...Thanks for listening..."
~Galilee Aika: +/-??? "I left before I even got to know you."
~Jace Wolfe: +/-??? "You left before anyone could get a chance to know you."
~Silyva: +/-??? "Was it you I heard?"
~Niro Takekuro: +35 "I started on the wrong foot with you, and I apologize. I just hope that I can establish a friendship with you. Your talent with the winged ones is one I would love to have."
~Io Berlin:
+45 "Umm...I think we may have started of badly, but I'm glad that in the end we were able to part on friendly terms. Also, thank you for tieing the feather in my fur..."
~Terra: +10 "And here I thought we could be friends, but I don't like being betrayed...Your actions lead me not to be able to trust you."
~Amy Sunders: +20 "To quick to attack...Though I suppose it was my fault for it, I just did not see how...well, if the next our paths meet I'll be sure to greet you with respect." (Owes .....)

Friends
(Friends, those she would protect with her life= 50 ~ 100)

~Liam (Tailiesin's son): +85 "You were such a cute pup!"
~Slade Auctor: +85 "You are close to my heart Slade, but...it has been so long since last I've seen you and I fear my feelings for you have changed...I still hope that maybe, just maybe if you come and run with me that the fire I held for you will burn again...if not, I will always be your friend."

Foes
(Enemies, those who did her wrong= -50 ~ -100)

~Giuseppe Trovato: -95 "I despise you! And if I ever see you again, I will kill you for what you did to me!"
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~~~~~~~~~~Threads~~~~~~~~~~

Active
~Chasing Feathers

Archives
~Chasing Flight *Finished*
~Creeping slow, its ok to be afriad *Finished*
~Scavenger *Dead Thread/ Finsihed*
~Paw Prints *Finished*
~Tree Tops and Fleeting Hawks *Finished*
~Stay Still Little Birdie *Finished by OOC PMs*
~To Much to Ask For? *Finished*
~Delicate Work *Finished*
~Into the rabbit hole...wait...That is no Rabbit! *Dead*
~The End is only the Beginning *Finished*
~Friend of a Feather *Read Only*
~The Branding *Read Only*
~What I must do to become strong! *Dead/Finished*
~The Whirlwind *Dead*
~Thick as Thieves *Finished*
~~The meaning of trade *Finished*
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~~~~~~~~~~Area Time Line~~~~~~~~~~

~ From Feb 7 to Feb 15, 2011, she was located within the neutral territory of Élévation Orientale within the Dampwoods.
~ From Feb 22, 2011 to March 1, 2011. She was located within Ethereal Eclipse of the Dans L'Obscurité neutral territory.
~ Since March 9, she's been seen running about near the territory of Cercartori d'Arte
~From May 29, 2011 to April 2, 2011. She was Located in the Dampwoods of the Élévation Orientale neutral territory.
~April 5th, 2011. Deirdre returned to Ethereal Eclipse of the Dans L'Obsurite neutral territory.
~June 22-25, 2011. Deirdre was seen heading toward the Sugarwoods.
~June 24, 2011. Last spoted near Halifax.
~July 1, 2011. Headed south of Halifax.
~August 6, 2011. Returned to Halifax.
~December 12, 2011. Traveled to Shattered Coast.
~Present Time. Located some where between the Dampwoods and Arachnea's Revenge.
~ February 10, 2012. Found herself near Ichika no Ho-en
#5
~~~~~~~~~~Tables~~~~~~~~~~

[html]

OOC/WC


Deirdre does. "Deirdre speaks." Deirdre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-stoneheart b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c93cf; letter-spacing:1px; }
.deirdre-stoneheart .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#8c93cf;}
.deirdre-stoneheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-stoneheart {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#080405; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/m5VLs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #535051; padding: 250px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#33354C; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]

Code:
[dohtml]<div class="deirdre-stoneheart">
<p class="ooc">OOC/WC</p>
<hr width=90%>
<p>Deirdre does. <b>"Deirdre speaks."</b> <i>Deirdre thinks.</i></p>

</div>
<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-stoneheart b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c93cf; letter-spacing:1px; }
.deirdre-stoneheart .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:times; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#8c93cf;}
.deirdre-stoneheart p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-stoneheart {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#080405; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/m5VLs.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #535051; padding: 250px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#33354C; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/dohtml]


[html]

OOC: Table by Sorin / WC




Deidre does. "Deidre speaks." Deidre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; }
.deirdre-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.deirdre-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#7d6753; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8eVBd.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#aaadbf; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]

Code:
[dohtml]<div class="deirdre-a01">
<center><p class="ooc">OOC/WC</p>
<hr width="90%"></center>

<p>Deidre does. <b>"Deidre speaks."</b> <i>Deidre thinks.</i></p>

</div>
<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; }
.deirdre-a01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.deirdre-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#7d6753; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/8eVBd.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 10px 0px 200px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#aaadbf; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/dohtml]


[html]

OOC: Table by me (Deirdre)
WC: ###




Deidre does. Deidre speaks. Deidre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.hawk-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#006600; letter-spacing:1px; }
.hawk-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.hawk-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.hawk-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/i ... edited.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]

Code:
[dohtml]<div class="hawk-a01">
<center><p class="ooc">OOC: Table by me (Deirdre)<br>
WC: ###</p>
<hr width="90%"></center>

<p>Deidre does. <b>Deidre speaks.</b> <i>Deidre thinks.</i></p>

</div>
<style type="text/css">
.hawk-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#006600; letter-spacing:1px; }
.hawk-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.hawk-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.hawk-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#ffffff; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/immortalwolf_hiroko/Things%20for%20RPG/red-tailed-hawk-2-edited.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/dohtml]


[html]

OOC: Gifted by Sorin, but MADE by Noelle/WC

Ohai, Noelle made this table!

Deidre does. "Deidre speaks." Deidre thinks.

<style type="text/css">
.bird_soulflight01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; }
.bird_soulflight01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.bird_soulflight01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.bird_soulflight01 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/3274/birds001.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 30px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>
[/html]

Code:
[doHTML]<center><div class="bird_soulflight01">
<p class="ooc">OOC/WC

<p><b>Ohai, Noelle made this table!</b>

<p>Deidre does. <b>"Deidre speaks."</b> <i>Deidre thinks.</i></p>
</div>
<style type="text/css">
.bird_soulflight01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#000000; letter-spacing:1px; }
.bird_soulflight01 .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.bird_soulflight01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.bird_soulflight01 {margin:0px auto; width:420px; background-color:none; background-image:url(http://img585.imageshack.us/img585/3274/birds001.png); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 30px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:12px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style></center>[/doHTML]


[html]

OOC:Table by Me (Deirdre) / WC:###




Deidre does. Deidre speaks. Deidre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.whiterose-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; }
.whiterose-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#A2CD5A; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.whiterose-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.whiterose-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/i ... able-2.jpg); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#9ACD32; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]
Code:
[dohtml]<div class="whiterose-a01">
<center><p class="ooc"><br>
OOC:Table by Me (Deirdre) / WC:###</p>
<hr width="90%"></center>

<p>Deidre does. <b>Deidre speaks.</b> <i>Deidre thinks.</i></p>

</div>
<style type="text/css">
.whiterose-a01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ffffff; letter-spacing:1px; }
.whiterose-a01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#A2CD5A; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.whiterose-a01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.whiterose-a01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/immortalwolf_hiroko/Things%20for%20RPG/Whiteroseeditedfortable-2.jpg); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#9ACD32; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/dohtml]


[html]

OOC: Gifted by Sorin/Slade Big Grin /WC


Deirdre does. "Deirdre speaks." Deirdre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-gift b {font-weight:bold; color:#891f2b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#801c22 1px 1px 3px; font-family:georgia, sand-serif;}
.deirdre-gift .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#b27700; font-family: georgia, sans-serif;}
.deirdre-gift p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-gift {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#369FCC; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7bovG.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c174c; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>
Table by Sorin. Original codes by Tears, Bones, and Desire. Photo credits: flickr
[/html]

Code:
[dohtml]<center><div class="deirdre-gift">
<p class="ooc">OOC/WC</p>

<p>Deirdre does. <b>"Deirdre speaks."</b> <i>Deirdre thinks.</i></p>

<style type="text/css">
.deirdre-gift b {font-weight:bold; color:#891f2b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow:#801c22 1px 1px 3px; font-family:georgia, sand-serif;}
.deirdre-gift .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; color:#b27700; font-family: georgia, sans-serif;}
.deirdre-gift p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;}
.deirdre-gift {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#369FCC; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7bovG.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #ffffff; padding: 230px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#4c174c; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style></div><font size="1"><i>Table by Sorin. Original codes by <a href="http://sleepyglow.net/tears/tutorials/csstutorial">Tears, Bones, and Desire</a>. Photo credits: <a href=http://www.flickr.com/photos/aunto/4102682320/>flickr</a></i></font></center>[/dohtml]

[html]

OOC: Table made by me (Deirdre) / WC:###




Deirdre does. "Deirdre says." Deirdre thinks.


<style type="text/css">
.Deirdretable-01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:1px;}
.Deirdretable-01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#333333; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.Deirdretable-01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:10px;}
.Deirdretable-01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/i ... h5-1-1.jpg); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFFFCC; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/html]

Code:
[dohtml]<div class="Deirdretable-01">
<center><p class="ooc"><br>
OOC: Table made by me (Deirdre) / WC:###</p>
<hr width="50%"></center>

<p>Deirdre does. <b>"Deirdre says."</b> <i>Deirdre thinks.</i></p>

</div>
<style type="text/css">
.Deirdretable-01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:1px;}
.Deirdretable-01 .ooc {font-style:italic; color:#333333; padding:10px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;}
.Deirdretable-01 p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:10px;}
.Deirdretable-01 {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m3/immortalwolf_hiroko/tablemorph5-1-1.jpg); background-position:top left; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFFFCC; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;}
</style>[/dohtml]


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