Post by ariiaya on Jun 18, 2008 14:30:20 GMT 10
Name
Ariiaya
Breed
Wolf
Age
2 years old
Gender
Female
Description
Ariiaya is average sized, small pawed and agile. Her pelt is white with a tinge of brown on the lower back to rump, ending before her tail. She eyes are bi-colored, Right is blue, left is brown.
Personality
Ariiaya is quiet and sweet. She usually keeps to herself, only lending a paw if needed. Ariiaya is gentle, but can be quick to a temper if annoyed or provoked. Ariiaya may look quite pristine on the outside, but she has a small limp. Her memory lapses if she tries to think about how she sustained the limp, but to no avail, so she normally becomes defensive or stubborn when it is brought up in conversation. As for her bi-colored eyes, they hold a kind of mystery and sorrow melded in their depths
History
Ariiaya was born in winter among the thick snow and chilling winds, shielded in a small cave by a white wolf who bore her life. From the moment her eyes fluttered open, her eyes were as they are, bi-colored and mysterious. Her mother saw them as a gift, claiming her daughter would be different. This earned her much difficulty from her peers and elders, with her strange mellow personality and quietness as she grew up. She didn't play, didn't do as all pups did, but preferred to sit and watch and learn. Ariiaya is wise beyond her years, preferring to learn than to practice. When it came to her very first hunting trip, she was under so much pressure to do well and to prove herself, that she thought a bear cub would suffice, unknowing of the danger she was in. Thinking the small furball was a prize, she attempted, skidding to a halt as the ferocious mother attacked. She returned to the pack without prey, scathed and bleeding, and sustaining a terrible limp. Her mother cooed and lay by her while she recovered, under the disapproving noses of the elders. "She brings horrid luck.." They would say, shaking their skulls sadly.
After recovering and keeping her small limp, a reminder of her foolishness, Ariiaya set off to find a home that would accept her.
Sample Post
There was a soft beam of sunlight, shattering the facade of clouds congregating amid the skies stretched above her. And the glorious ray that didn't catch the leaves growing from splaying branches around her seemed to paint her pelt a luxurious gold, and lead astray the usual colors of white and brown highlight. Ariiaya's conic skull ascended, once tapered down now stabbed the air.
Chest cavity swelled as air was taken into her lungs, held there momentarily and released again in a warm stream. Black lashes fluttered over a distant gaze, oceanic blue with the other a mysterious brown, reflecting the cold. Ariiaya's eyes closed as she stood, motionless, listening to the silence engrossing her tightly.
It was greatly cherished, and spoke of solitude, which proceeded to comfort the white female.
Likewise it was tainted with deceit, and those quiet enough could simply melt into the silence and the nothingness, spreading the illusion that they simply did not exist. That’s what caused the coquette two-year-old to lapse into a weary state of paranoia, unsure of everything around her.
She closed her eyes, though shortly after gazed back toward reality.
With hesitation, Ariiaya stepped forward, proceeding to scan the land again, the wind whistled softly to her, singing sweet lullabies that only her forsaken ears could hear. Lullabies that longed to soothe the aching soul behind those cold eyes, but could not delve deeper than whispers of what hinted at their hurt.
A soft exhale swept from her larynx again as she broke into a slow, limping gait, intent on carrying herself swiftly through this unfamiliar land. She gaited a slope, heading up to a cliff and stopping by the cliff edge, gazing over the land below.
Picture
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/xinavite/ariiboard5.jpg
Ariiaya
Breed
Wolf
Age
2 years old
Gender
Female
Description
Ariiaya is average sized, small pawed and agile. Her pelt is white with a tinge of brown on the lower back to rump, ending before her tail. She eyes are bi-colored, Right is blue, left is brown.
Personality
Ariiaya is quiet and sweet. She usually keeps to herself, only lending a paw if needed. Ariiaya is gentle, but can be quick to a temper if annoyed or provoked. Ariiaya may look quite pristine on the outside, but she has a small limp. Her memory lapses if she tries to think about how she sustained the limp, but to no avail, so she normally becomes defensive or stubborn when it is brought up in conversation. As for her bi-colored eyes, they hold a kind of mystery and sorrow melded in their depths
History
Ariiaya was born in winter among the thick snow and chilling winds, shielded in a small cave by a white wolf who bore her life. From the moment her eyes fluttered open, her eyes were as they are, bi-colored and mysterious. Her mother saw them as a gift, claiming her daughter would be different. This earned her much difficulty from her peers and elders, with her strange mellow personality and quietness as she grew up. She didn't play, didn't do as all pups did, but preferred to sit and watch and learn. Ariiaya is wise beyond her years, preferring to learn than to practice. When it came to her very first hunting trip, she was under so much pressure to do well and to prove herself, that she thought a bear cub would suffice, unknowing of the danger she was in. Thinking the small furball was a prize, she attempted, skidding to a halt as the ferocious mother attacked. She returned to the pack without prey, scathed and bleeding, and sustaining a terrible limp. Her mother cooed and lay by her while she recovered, under the disapproving noses of the elders. "She brings horrid luck.." They would say, shaking their skulls sadly.
After recovering and keeping her small limp, a reminder of her foolishness, Ariiaya set off to find a home that would accept her.
Sample Post
There was a soft beam of sunlight, shattering the facade of clouds congregating amid the skies stretched above her. And the glorious ray that didn't catch the leaves growing from splaying branches around her seemed to paint her pelt a luxurious gold, and lead astray the usual colors of white and brown highlight. Ariiaya's conic skull ascended, once tapered down now stabbed the air.
Chest cavity swelled as air was taken into her lungs, held there momentarily and released again in a warm stream. Black lashes fluttered over a distant gaze, oceanic blue with the other a mysterious brown, reflecting the cold. Ariiaya's eyes closed as she stood, motionless, listening to the silence engrossing her tightly.
It was greatly cherished, and spoke of solitude, which proceeded to comfort the white female.
Likewise it was tainted with deceit, and those quiet enough could simply melt into the silence and the nothingness, spreading the illusion that they simply did not exist. That’s what caused the coquette two-year-old to lapse into a weary state of paranoia, unsure of everything around her.
She closed her eyes, though shortly after gazed back toward reality.
With hesitation, Ariiaya stepped forward, proceeding to scan the land again, the wind whistled softly to her, singing sweet lullabies that only her forsaken ears could hear. Lullabies that longed to soothe the aching soul behind those cold eyes, but could not delve deeper than whispers of what hinted at their hurt.
A soft exhale swept from her larynx again as she broke into a slow, limping gait, intent on carrying herself swiftly through this unfamiliar land. She gaited a slope, heading up to a cliff and stopping by the cliff edge, gazing over the land below.
Picture
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y87/xinavite/ariiboard5.jpg
