Post by X Fallen X on Nov 24, 2009 16:27:18 GMT -6
Name:
What Is My Calling?
Hialeah
Human Age:
How Old Do Humans Think I Am?
19
Wolf Age:
My Wolf's Age Is....
4
Gender:
Am I The Mighty Brute Or Fae?
Female
Eye Color:
Look Into These Burning Eyes....
Lightest Ocean Green With Flecks Of Blue
Hair color:
My Pelt Has Been Replaced....
Hialeah's hair the silkest of silver. She is not old, its just a beautiful natural color. If flows in elegant ripples around her heart-shaped face and down her back. It is always down, and in her eyes.
Body Type:
My Figure Is Mouth Watering....
Hialeah is a beautiful girl. She looks like a athlete with a beautiful figure. She is thin, yet muscular. She has small waist, full breast, and long legs. She has silky olive toned skin that is smooth. She is beautiful, elegant and graceful. She is a one of a kind wolf-girl who people love.
Human appearance:
Hialeah is beyond gorgeous. She has long, silky silver hair that frames her heart-shaped face in elegant curls. Its flows past her shoulders and almost to her waist. She has olive toned skin that is smooth and soft to the touch. Her eyes are large, almond-shaped sea green with blue flecks. Her nose is straight, and she has full, luscious rosy pink lips. Her body is thin, yet athletic. She has full breasts, a small waist, and long legs. Her feet are small but strong.
Hialeah does not wear make-up. She thinks natural beauty is better. She usually wears a Sky blue turtle neck, dark blue jeans and some white puma's. The only jewelry she wears is the heart locket on her neck that her mother gave her before she died.
History:
Hialeah was born in the forest. She had wolf parents who despised going human. Her mother was a white alphess and her father a black alpha. She inherited her fathers black pelt, but her mother's beauty. She was a good pup and spoiled silly due to the fact she was a only pup. She loved her family more the anything and was a sweet pup.
Hialeah matured rapidly, learning how to hunt and fend for herself. She was a good hunter and accepted into that rank. She was the princess wolf and the pack adored her. She thought that she would have a happy ending living in the forest as a wolf and never going human but she was wrong. She should have known there was no thing as a happy ending.
At the age of 2 in wolf years, 14 in human years, humans came and killed her pack. Hialeah managed to flee but got shot in the shoulder in the process. She fled to the nearest town and went human for the first time. Her wound healed but there was a scar on her left shoulder. She learned to speak in human tongue but it was different. She worked hard and learned to interact with the human folk and some wolf people who came. Hialeah misses her family and wants to go back to wolf forever one day.
Fur color:
My Pelt Gleams Like Black Fire....
Hialeah's fur is thick and silky soft to the touch. It's color is the fullest, darkest black. Somehow, she had purple tints that seem to make her even more beautiful.
Picture:
You Can Look But Never Touch.....
Likes:
What Do I Desire?
Hates:
Overall personality:
How I Act...
Hialeah is a girl who you can trust. She is very protective and would do anything for anyone. She trust very easily and that had backfired on her in so many ways. She is just to nice...to forgiving. She has had her heart broken more the once and her soul torn to shreds. Hialeah is a caring, sweet, and intelligent girl. She loves her friends, family, and others. She can't help but to protect them even if she has to get hurt in the process. Everyone means a lot to her.
Hialeah is a good person to talk to when you have problems. She understands a lot and is there to help. Don't give up on her easily because she would never give up on you. If she says she can do it, she can. Hialeah is a wolf who never thinks negative. She gets angry and all but hates hurting people unless they hurt someone close to her.
Other:
Hialeah likes Strider.
IC Example:
The warm morning air swirled around the glade. The long grass was swaying, a ripple of green waves. The sun was a royal pink, orange and yellow as it began to rise in the sky. The clouds, fluffy and white floated across the vast sky. Zebra's ran in the distance, gazelles and impala's at their sides. Smaller mammals clung to the shadows of the grass, keeping out of site. A predator such as a jackal and a fox dotted here and there but that was all. It was peaceful and home. The scar that the drought had caused was slowly healing. The animals where coming back and the prey was plentiful. Home was here and would never be forgotten to these animals. They had made their mark in this environment in which they called home...and one of the most precious of these mammals was coming back...the African Wild dogs.
A large brute had appeared. He was handsome and powerful, a great beast that was hard to come across these days. His appearance would make hearts stop...but he did not gloat over that fact. Starting from the bottom, the brute had large paws with sharp black claws that dug into the terra with each step. His pillars where long and thickly muscled, perfect for speed and strength. Each movement of one of his pillars was graceful, and powerful. He had a large bodice and chest, perfect for endurance. His neck was muscled and his dome was large. He had large, velvet soft auds. His orbs where the richest of dark molten brown. He has a long muzzle with black lips, are white teeth with spots of yellow. His tongue was a rich pink. The brute's pelt was the purest, richest golden honey like the morning sun. Black and dark brown sprinkle his coat, giving him the African Wild Dog look. The fur around his face was a golden orange, and he had a black mask. His velvet auds where black.
The large brute stopped walking, his orbs scanning the place. His muscles where taunt, dome high and nostrils twitching. He opened his jowls, his tongue flicking out to test the air. His tail waved back and forth as he tried to locate his prey.....there. The brute caught the smallest movement in the long, green grass. He lowered his bodice and began to stalk forward, paws making not the slightest sound. The large jackrabbit came into view. It had a molten fur of brown and white, still not having shed it's winter pelt. It was fat and delicious. The brute smiled as he waited a second, muscles tensing before he sprung. Muscles rippled as he shooved from the ground, moving in perfect arc to land on the jackrabbit. His teeth founds the soft throat and locked on. His prey struggled but he ignored the feeble attempts as he shook his dome, the rabbits still in his jowls.
Finally, his prey went slack in his mouth. He set it on the ground, teeth dripping blood. He shook his dome, flicking his auds back as he scanned the horizon. Coast was clear, no predator was in site. Glancing back at his prey, he picked it up again and began to walk. He knew he was in another African Wild Dog pack. He had sniffed the markings, knowing the leader was a alphess with not alpha. He had ventured into the territory looking for her, with a thought in mind. He swished his tail slightly as he tried to pick up her scent, to find her.
The brute stopped, tilting his head and almost dropping his prey. A new scent came to his nostrils. He tried to locate where the 'thing' was knowing what it was. Another African Wild Dog. He growled softly in his throat, not about to let whoever it was get his prey. It was his present to the alphess and no one was going to have it beside's her. Dome coming up, auds flicking back, he showed his teeth. Pelt was bristling, and muscles taunt he looked like a warrior and alpha through and through.
The Brute Was....
X The Fallen X
What Is My Calling?
Hialeah
Human Age:
How Old Do Humans Think I Am?
19
Wolf Age:
My Wolf's Age Is....
4
Gender:
Am I The Mighty Brute Or Fae?
Female
Eye Color:
Look Into These Burning Eyes....
Lightest Ocean Green With Flecks Of Blue
Hair color:
My Pelt Has Been Replaced....
Hialeah's hair the silkest of silver. She is not old, its just a beautiful natural color. If flows in elegant ripples around her heart-shaped face and down her back. It is always down, and in her eyes.
Body Type:
My Figure Is Mouth Watering....
Hialeah is a beautiful girl. She looks like a athlete with a beautiful figure. She is thin, yet muscular. She has small waist, full breast, and long legs. She has silky olive toned skin that is smooth. She is beautiful, elegant and graceful. She is a one of a kind wolf-girl who people love.
Human appearance:
Hialeah is beyond gorgeous. She has long, silky silver hair that frames her heart-shaped face in elegant curls. Its flows past her shoulders and almost to her waist. She has olive toned skin that is smooth and soft to the touch. Her eyes are large, almond-shaped sea green with blue flecks. Her nose is straight, and she has full, luscious rosy pink lips. Her body is thin, yet athletic. She has full breasts, a small waist, and long legs. Her feet are small but strong.
Hialeah does not wear make-up. She thinks natural beauty is better. She usually wears a Sky blue turtle neck, dark blue jeans and some white puma's. The only jewelry she wears is the heart locket on her neck that her mother gave her before she died.
History:
Hialeah was born in the forest. She had wolf parents who despised going human. Her mother was a white alphess and her father a black alpha. She inherited her fathers black pelt, but her mother's beauty. She was a good pup and spoiled silly due to the fact she was a only pup. She loved her family more the anything and was a sweet pup.
Hialeah matured rapidly, learning how to hunt and fend for herself. She was a good hunter and accepted into that rank. She was the princess wolf and the pack adored her. She thought that she would have a happy ending living in the forest as a wolf and never going human but she was wrong. She should have known there was no thing as a happy ending.
At the age of 2 in wolf years, 14 in human years, humans came and killed her pack. Hialeah managed to flee but got shot in the shoulder in the process. She fled to the nearest town and went human for the first time. Her wound healed but there was a scar on her left shoulder. She learned to speak in human tongue but it was different. She worked hard and learned to interact with the human folk and some wolf people who came. Hialeah misses her family and wants to go back to wolf forever one day.
Fur color:
My Pelt Gleams Like Black Fire....
Hialeah's fur is thick and silky soft to the touch. It's color is the fullest, darkest black. Somehow, she had purple tints that seem to make her even more beautiful.
Picture:
You Can Look But Never Touch.....
Likes:
What Do I Desire?
- Friends
- Running
- Being Free
- Being Alone
- Living
- Being A Wolf
Hates:
- Wolves Who Think They Know Everything
- Scientist
- Darcia
- People Picking On Her
- Being Bossed Around
- Aggressive Wolves
Overall personality:
How I Act...
Hialeah is a girl who you can trust. She is very protective and would do anything for anyone. She trust very easily and that had backfired on her in so many ways. She is just to nice...to forgiving. She has had her heart broken more the once and her soul torn to shreds. Hialeah is a caring, sweet, and intelligent girl. She loves her friends, family, and others. She can't help but to protect them even if she has to get hurt in the process. Everyone means a lot to her.
Hialeah is a good person to talk to when you have problems. She understands a lot and is there to help. Don't give up on her easily because she would never give up on you. If she says she can do it, she can. Hialeah is a wolf who never thinks negative. She gets angry and all but hates hurting people unless they hurt someone close to her.
Other:
Hialeah likes Strider.
IC Example:
The warm morning air swirled around the glade. The long grass was swaying, a ripple of green waves. The sun was a royal pink, orange and yellow as it began to rise in the sky. The clouds, fluffy and white floated across the vast sky. Zebra's ran in the distance, gazelles and impala's at their sides. Smaller mammals clung to the shadows of the grass, keeping out of site. A predator such as a jackal and a fox dotted here and there but that was all. It was peaceful and home. The scar that the drought had caused was slowly healing. The animals where coming back and the prey was plentiful. Home was here and would never be forgotten to these animals. They had made their mark in this environment in which they called home...and one of the most precious of these mammals was coming back...the African Wild dogs.
A large brute had appeared. He was handsome and powerful, a great beast that was hard to come across these days. His appearance would make hearts stop...but he did not gloat over that fact. Starting from the bottom, the brute had large paws with sharp black claws that dug into the terra with each step. His pillars where long and thickly muscled, perfect for speed and strength. Each movement of one of his pillars was graceful, and powerful. He had a large bodice and chest, perfect for endurance. His neck was muscled and his dome was large. He had large, velvet soft auds. His orbs where the richest of dark molten brown. He has a long muzzle with black lips, are white teeth with spots of yellow. His tongue was a rich pink. The brute's pelt was the purest, richest golden honey like the morning sun. Black and dark brown sprinkle his coat, giving him the African Wild Dog look. The fur around his face was a golden orange, and he had a black mask. His velvet auds where black.
The large brute stopped walking, his orbs scanning the place. His muscles where taunt, dome high and nostrils twitching. He opened his jowls, his tongue flicking out to test the air. His tail waved back and forth as he tried to locate his prey.....there. The brute caught the smallest movement in the long, green grass. He lowered his bodice and began to stalk forward, paws making not the slightest sound. The large jackrabbit came into view. It had a molten fur of brown and white, still not having shed it's winter pelt. It was fat and delicious. The brute smiled as he waited a second, muscles tensing before he sprung. Muscles rippled as he shooved from the ground, moving in perfect arc to land on the jackrabbit. His teeth founds the soft throat and locked on. His prey struggled but he ignored the feeble attempts as he shook his dome, the rabbits still in his jowls.
Finally, his prey went slack in his mouth. He set it on the ground, teeth dripping blood. He shook his dome, flicking his auds back as he scanned the horizon. Coast was clear, no predator was in site. Glancing back at his prey, he picked it up again and began to walk. He knew he was in another African Wild Dog pack. He had sniffed the markings, knowing the leader was a alphess with not alpha. He had ventured into the territory looking for her, with a thought in mind. He swished his tail slightly as he tried to pick up her scent, to find her.
The brute stopped, tilting his head and almost dropping his prey. A new scent came to his nostrils. He tried to locate where the 'thing' was knowing what it was. Another African Wild Dog. He growled softly in his throat, not about to let whoever it was get his prey. It was his present to the alphess and no one was going to have it beside's her. Dome coming up, auds flicking back, he showed his teeth. Pelt was bristling, and muscles taunt he looked like a warrior and alpha through and through.
The Brute Was....
X The Fallen X
