cesaret ;;

[`Cesaret ;;]

Name: griff.
Age: fifteen.
Contact: aim; autiggers432 or email; [e-mail]


Name: `Cesaret ;;
Age: one-hundred fifty-seven
Gender:female
Alliance: Dark.
Breed: American Timber Wolf
Pack: The Plagued Pack
Sample Post:

`Vanelu

The weak moonlit path was barely a reassuring comfort for the wild fae as it meandered through the thick wood. Grey-brown tree trunks cast long shadows that covered everything they touched, so that no detail was left standing out. A loud crack echoed through the forest, but it passed over the shadowy form with a casual flick of the black-tipped ear. That was only to be expected. Odd things were occurring all around, nothing was remaining the same, not even the stories that Vanelu grew up with, that her very life was centered around. If those precious memories, precious moments so carefully held in the cradle of her rapidly beating heart were demolished, the wolf's being would be demolished along with them. No one, especially not Vanelu, would let that happen -- or at least she hoped they wouldn't. Thoughts rushed at her, smothered her as she let herself get carried away in her plan for her world. But many did not trust the female, because of her evil heritage. Did that always mean you could not trust the last generation of a rumoured malevolent lineage? Apparently so. Not that it bothered the ashen-coloured lupine.


Brightly-coloured stars glinted in the dark indigo heavens, a stark contrast to each other. They hung about the moon in random clusters, some single, some together, but the moon shamed all. It's glorious expanse seemed to glisten all the more. Dark-blue eyes drew away from the brilliant scene as she moved towards the ultimate destruction. Not of her, not of any animal. Only just the memories of her entire life. It was ordered by the new leader, someone who just recently arrived and murdered the elderly leader without reason. The male ordered every creature in the pack to meet him in the clearing when the moon was at its zenith. The foliage cast black shadows, and the highlights were tints of silver and white. Stems cracked under Vanelu's weight, and leaves rustled as her so called companions traveled through the silent, waiting forest. Her pink-sticky tongue lolled out of her maw, helping her cool down. The humidity was rising just like before a storm. That would be a relief. A raised bark signaled the beginning of the gathering, and the few stragglers, including Vanelu, raced to the spot, quivering in impatience.

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um, yea. ^^ I just found this laying around on my computer. ;p [/size][/font]

[-- Skylark.]

Welcome to the pack of the plagued, my friend. -- Skylark

[`Cesaret ;;]

Thank you!