11-13-2007, 11:58 PM
Some History and What India looks like:
India's pack, a group of mixed wolf species, is located in an old zoo in the once upstate New York. Half of the pack was luperci verto, while the rest were of normal wolf descent. The pack held domain over the remnants of zoo and city. India's mother, Yasmine, and father, Zegaldi, were both Louisiana Red Wolves along with a few others who were descendants of wolves that were held there as a repopulation program for their extinct species long before the fall of humans. The pack was lead by Alphas Himari and Kimio, both arrogant and poor leaders. India's position in the pack was the baby sitter of Himari's pups and after a violent incident, she was mauled and expelled from the group to live as a vagabond.
India is a typical red wolf, with long lanky legs and a crescent of white under her left eyes. She has a hidden scar on her right flank, covered by her fur, and bright reddish brown eyes. Her coat is dirty red, and her chest is white which follows down under her belly.
Location: Cuore Di Anime, Moaning Wood
The musky smell of pack was evident among the pines as the lanky red wolf pushed further into the trees. Her paws were numb with wandering and her tawny, red coat had fluffed out to make up for the drastic climate variation. She meandered along, following the scent of pack, looking for danger, and hoping that if she met the locals they wouldn't rip her to pieces. She paused a bit to lick her flank where her coat covered the left overs of her farewell present. The scar had scabbed over and begun to heal, itching every now and then as he skin restitched itself. A haunted look crept into her eyes as she remembered the events of her past, and the taste crept back in her mouth causing her to smack her tongue over the muzzle before coming back to reality. The memory of the tender flesh and the yelps of... It was just as well that she had left to start anew. She pushed further into the forest, feeling pine straw and cooling earth under her paws. Her stride was graceful thanks to her long legs. Other wolves back home in the old zoo that weren't red wolf tried to mimic the lanky gait whenever they could. It was just natural for her kind to move with delicate and long steps.
India caught sight of a clearing ahead with a smell of dead animal smell filling the air like putrid perfume. She knew that to approach the corpse at the edge of the clearing would put her in a vulnerable position, but she had been living off of the occasional insect or toad. The smell wafted towards her again and she tucked her tail low and slowly padded through the underbrush to the edge where the sound of flies buzzed. It was a dead deer. The head was twisted strangely to one side, eyes wide and glazed over, with the tongue hanging out. The flies buzzed in and out of the mouth, and other orifices in their frenzy. India pushed her nose against the flesh, taking in the smell of meat. She pressed her muzzle upon it and looked up as her fangs pushed into the flesh and pulled back. The skin was tough and she tugged it off to reveal aged meat that had tendered with decomposition. The smell of the exposed meat became over powering and she felt her body changing ever so slightly. Her muzzle shortening, her legs lengthening more and bulking up around the thighs. Her joints shook and it took several minutes as her knees pushed the opposite way causing her to crouch and use her abnormal claws to pick up chunks of meat. She didn't understand the shift much for it was new to her, but the meat was easier to manipulate with her knew paws. She was swallowing a large piece of meat when she got the uneasy feeling of being watched.
As quickly as the feeling crept up on her, India grabbed a piece of meat and awkwardly ran into the safety of the underbrush. She crouched down, her body slipping back into the usual feeling of her body. The joints popped back into place and she dropped the meat as her claws shrunk into the delicate paws. She lowered her head, ears flat, and tail low looking for any signs of movement around her. The silence was thick as such that she swore someone could hear her hear beat and the popping noise of her slow shifting. The meat lay on the ground, collecting an orgasm of flies, pine needles, and bits of dirt. India looked up again then quickly scooped up the fleshy chunk and ran reddish brown eyes across the scenery.
India's pack, a group of mixed wolf species, is located in an old zoo in the once upstate New York. Half of the pack was luperci verto, while the rest were of normal wolf descent. The pack held domain over the remnants of zoo and city. India's mother, Yasmine, and father, Zegaldi, were both Louisiana Red Wolves along with a few others who were descendants of wolves that were held there as a repopulation program for their extinct species long before the fall of humans. The pack was lead by Alphas Himari and Kimio, both arrogant and poor leaders. India's position in the pack was the baby sitter of Himari's pups and after a violent incident, she was mauled and expelled from the group to live as a vagabond.
India is a typical red wolf, with long lanky legs and a crescent of white under her left eyes. She has a hidden scar on her right flank, covered by her fur, and bright reddish brown eyes. Her coat is dirty red, and her chest is white which follows down under her belly.
Location: Cuore Di Anime, Moaning Wood
The musky smell of pack was evident among the pines as the lanky red wolf pushed further into the trees. Her paws were numb with wandering and her tawny, red coat had fluffed out to make up for the drastic climate variation. She meandered along, following the scent of pack, looking for danger, and hoping that if she met the locals they wouldn't rip her to pieces. She paused a bit to lick her flank where her coat covered the left overs of her farewell present. The scar had scabbed over and begun to heal, itching every now and then as he skin restitched itself. A haunted look crept into her eyes as she remembered the events of her past, and the taste crept back in her mouth causing her to smack her tongue over the muzzle before coming back to reality. The memory of the tender flesh and the yelps of... It was just as well that she had left to start anew. She pushed further into the forest, feeling pine straw and cooling earth under her paws. Her stride was graceful thanks to her long legs. Other wolves back home in the old zoo that weren't red wolf tried to mimic the lanky gait whenever they could. It was just natural for her kind to move with delicate and long steps.
India caught sight of a clearing ahead with a smell of dead animal smell filling the air like putrid perfume. She knew that to approach the corpse at the edge of the clearing would put her in a vulnerable position, but she had been living off of the occasional insect or toad. The smell wafted towards her again and she tucked her tail low and slowly padded through the underbrush to the edge where the sound of flies buzzed. It was a dead deer. The head was twisted strangely to one side, eyes wide and glazed over, with the tongue hanging out. The flies buzzed in and out of the mouth, and other orifices in their frenzy. India pushed her nose against the flesh, taking in the smell of meat. She pressed her muzzle upon it and looked up as her fangs pushed into the flesh and pulled back. The skin was tough and she tugged it off to reveal aged meat that had tendered with decomposition. The smell of the exposed meat became over powering and she felt her body changing ever so slightly. Her muzzle shortening, her legs lengthening more and bulking up around the thighs. Her joints shook and it took several minutes as her knees pushed the opposite way causing her to crouch and use her abnormal claws to pick up chunks of meat. She didn't understand the shift much for it was new to her, but the meat was easier to manipulate with her knew paws. She was swallowing a large piece of meat when she got the uneasy feeling of being watched.
As quickly as the feeling crept up on her, India grabbed a piece of meat and awkwardly ran into the safety of the underbrush. She crouched down, her body slipping back into the usual feeling of her body. The joints popped back into place and she dropped the meat as her claws shrunk into the delicate paws. She lowered her head, ears flat, and tail low looking for any signs of movement around her. The silence was thick as such that she swore someone could hear her hear beat and the popping noise of her slow shifting. The meat lay on the ground, collecting an orgasm of flies, pine needles, and bits of dirt. India looked up again then quickly scooped up the fleshy chunk and ran reddish brown eyes across the scenery.
