Post by Angerona Amor * on Aug 7, 2010 11:39:14 GMT -5
- { O O C }
[/size][/color]xx. - the others call me
Signatus, Nat for short.
xx. - i'm most definitely
Female.
- { V I T A L S }
[/size][/color]xx. - they scream it to the heavens
Angerona Amor.
xx. - but the others cry
Rona.
xx. - my blood boils
Female & heteroexual.
xx. - i've been bleeding for
Three and half year. *28-34 human years* Born in the spring.
xx. - my loyalties lie
RENEGADE.
- { D E F I N E D }
[/size][/color]xx. - only what you see
Her legs and undersides are a rust color with a few gray patches. Her back is grizzled with gray, black, and white. A similar look appears on her face which is mostly black, gray and white with hints of red except for beneath her chin and underside of her muzzle which is a tawny cream. Her ears are a gingery red with only the bottoms having a slightly grizzled appearance. There is an especially large amount of white tipping around her scruff. There is a grizzly black stripe running down the front of each of her legs. Behind her ears is a patch of rust colored fur practically devoid of any other colors.
xx. - i walk the walk
Rona stands at 2 feet and eight inches and weighs 60 pounds. Her body is slim and lithe. Her muscles are close to her body and geared more towards speed and stamina than to brute strength. Her fur lies pretty close to her body, though is fluffier around her neck and on her tail. Her paws are petite and do not sport extremely long claws.
xx. - i see the world
Pale forest green.
- { B E Y O N D }
[/size][/color]xx. - i talk the talk
Rona is a strange wolf, often distracted by minute things or so completely concentrated on something the rest of the world could no longer exist and she would not notice. She does not speak a lot, instead choosing to listen and observe. Much like her physical build suggests she is less likely to attack someone verbally than she is to avoid conflict. She is not a coward, though she is cautious around other wolves. Having grown up a loner she has never had to depend on another wolf and does not plan on it. She is infinitely curious about the world around her and often gets lost in its beauty. She is not vain; in fact she does not care much about her appearance. Instead she focuses on controlling her emotions and being as withdrawn as possible from others. Once you have gained her trust she is sweet, though a bit strange because of her fascination with everything. She dislikes being in packs because of the closeness you are supposed to develop with your pack mates.
xx. - my heart is racing
She has an intense fear of darkness because her parents and siblings abandoned her at night during a new moon. Complete darkness brings back the feelings of betrayal, loneliness, and helplessness. If there is moonlight she I less afraid, but still anxious. She also fears being in crowds or with many other wolves. This is because she grew up on her own and was never properly socialized.
xx. - something to call my own
Angerona takes special pride in her ability to be silent. This applies when she's sneaking up on pray or aother wolf, or when she is ignoring another wolf. She is also rather good at hiding her emotions. Her speed and stamina make her an efficient hunter and give her an advantage in a chase..
xx. - i'm just different
She often yips in her sleep and dreams of chasing her family through darkness only to fall down a cliff while they laugh. She is also prone to being distracted when she is not trying to keep her mind focused and will follw an oddly colored butterfly for as long as possible intranced by it.
xx. - where i belong
Her dame's name was Francis and her sire's name was Indigo. They were both Iberian wolves and were extremely proud. Her sister's name was Lacramosa Lindor and was larger and stronger than her little sister Rona. The family abandoned her because they thought she was weak and worthless.
- { S A M P L E }
[/size][/color]xx. - i'm not looking back
Ambrynne felt a strange tingling all over her body. A brief thought, an unhappy and unbidden thought, that she might have caught fire and was about to be turned into a charred lump crossed her mind. It was so strange, like being pulled apart into the tiniest pieces possible and then being stacked back up again. There was something about it, a taste to the feeling that reminded her of a little part of her that was locked away. The strange sensation that was not a sensation at all that sometimes overwhelmed her. She realized Sherlock was using his power, and before she could wonder what this power was something seeped through her paw pad. It tickled and sizzled and soothed all at the same time.[/sup]
Ambrynne pulled her other paw away from her face and as she set it down she heard the familiar swishing and crackling of sand, felt the familiar gritty surface of sand. Warily she opened her brown eyes, blinking at the image before her. Water spread out towards the horizon, glittering with the golden sparkle of sunlight and rolling calmly forward and back. The Italian wolf was stunned, speechless, in complete awe of what lay before her. He had said it was far away, and yet here they were. Transportation, that was what was happening she realized, but the thought was barely a conscious one. She was much too absorbed in this picture to mull over any thought of the disrespect she had shown to her new leader.
She pulled herself into a sitting position still unable to speak. When she had heard that they were going to water she had imagined a small pool of stagnant water, much as she had wanted to believe Sherlock’s claim that it was refreshing. Never would she have imagined that they could have ocean water here. A smile grew on her face and her eyes filled with a great feeling, one of pure amazement, wonder, and love for the water. Without second thought she plunged forward, headlong into the water until she was up to her thigh in the liquid. She dipped her head in then brought it out and shook it, spraying drops of salt water around her. It felt so luxurious, she could spend her whole life just standing here, never eating or resting.
Then she moved into shallower water so she could run up and down the water’s edge, letting it soak into her skin and loose the ash from her fur. She splashed and laughed and tossed her head. Her delicate paws tossed up sprays of the water and she danced through it. Her thoughts were nothing but the water. As the euphoria faded, replaced by the dull throb of happiness, Ambrynne remembered her guide. She turned towards him, all memories of her horrible embarrassment wiped from her mind. “Aren’t you coming in? ” she asked, her game now over, taking a few steps toward Sherlock, eyes curious, ears perked, head low, and tail a-wag. Most of the ash had been washed from her fur, and the sopping gray and brown mess that was left clung close to her body. She cocked her head to the side, as if to say ‘You will won’t you?’
It was then, as she waited for an answer, positive or negative, from the Alpha that she remembered his words while she had been lying on the ground.
”Of course, we can't just let you suffer," He shuffled to his paws into a sitting pose once more, "And I'd appreciate it if you did stay in pack areas- it's quite dangerous out there”
She mulled this over a moment, warmth spreading through her at the thought that he didn’t want her to suffer, even wanted her to stay in the pack. “What makes it so dangerous?” Ambrynne asked, reaping the full rewards of being allowed to ask questions. She imagined great geysers of lava and ancient flying lizards that breathed ash and smoke and creatures made from the lava themselves and able to shift their form constantly and thin ground that gave way beneath your feet and plunged you down into a lake of lava. As much as things like that scared her, they also interested her. How amazing it would to see any of those things!
Ambrynne closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the ocean and the lava mixed together; she decided she liked it more than either scent on its own. The bright and dark, the wet and dry, the salt and the ash. She plunged back into the cool water, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she parted the water with her tiny body. When she could no longer reach the ocean floor she stopped, paddling to keep herself afloat. She turned and grinned back at the arctic wolf, guiltily wondering when she could eat something.
