Post by Administrator on May 17, 2009 21:17:12 GMT -5
Name: ashley marie / fadmaggot / leopardnest
Age: 17.5
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IN CHARACTER
Name: Koelin. {Key - Oh - Lynn}
Age: 159
Gender: xx.
Alliance: Light
Breed: Shes a timber wolf
Pack: Alpha xx of the light lands.
Sample Post:
[oldoldoldold crappy too and with her human form]
Koelin's crooked smile seem to brighten even more seeing that the male had caught on that she could also read his mind. Hearing him say to find a perfect mate her bodice fell to the ground planting it's self quickly. "Well sorry to burst your bubble you wont be finding a mate anytime soon." It was true though because the alabaster dame in front of him was a loner, she seeked no comfort in 'companionship'. Think pad ticked for a few seconds before granting access to her first name in public. "Koelin. My names Koelin."
While trying to read the brute’s mind in front of her view, something else…more powerful than tiny bird minds and far bigger than insects was coming more in focus as it neared the waterfall. Another dreen’s mind caught the femora’s attention, scenes started to play rapidly in Koelin’s pad, a story of foggy happiness and gleaming silver. The other dreen was sure enough another male, and in fact his counterpart was a wolf; just like hers and just like Tsarr. She tried to read further, deeper into his cavity but she didn’t find answers, like he switched his mind to some other place and time. His skin pale and his hair white, it seemed to match her exactly besides the fact her hair was a little bit more blond than his.
More so curiosity sparked her mind as another presence of a huge mass guided its way close to the ‘meeting’. It did not take long o figure out this was a griffin shape shifting into an eagle then lion. It wasn’t till the thing got closer that she could be certain it be a griffin for the bloody thing appeared as its true half form. Amazingly it caught enough light that deep azures of the maiden’s couldn’t keep off of its sleek body. She had heard stories of Griffins but ones of their great battles long ago when the canines were first tossed here, they were already mythology; then again what was considered normal, and not a lot of Dreens have seen a life griffin in years. But to see one in the same clearing as herself let alone fairly close took her off guard for a mere few seconds until the mighty beast made himself known more by shifting into his human form without ease.
Words of memory from her foster mom fled back, “watch for the end of winter, the barons will mate without consent.” Going against her normal instincts the femora didn’t even read the opposing minds before acting quickly to a reminding memory. Sharp ivory daggers glint off the sunlight as ebony lips slowly creased back. Between snarling growls the contessa hissed words out “So this place isn’t ‘known’ by many dreens? So what do you call this…a welcoming party for a trespasser like me?” All four appendages stretched out as her slender frame tried to puff it’s self up to make her seem large, when in fact she was perhaps the smallest canis lupus perhaps ever recorded, she lacked great strength that could aid her against the canines but what she lacked she herself, made up for with attitude and if things got too hairy her speed was outrageous.
Clasping her lids shut she concentrated on being human again, personalities shifted a tad bit while body it’s self morphed seamlessly into her more appealing human self. As soon as she was certain that her body was done in its stage of trance Koelin cracked her peels back open slowly adjusting to the glaring sun now. “I’m sorry for accusing you of trickery Tsarr, I would like to ask for your forgiveness.” Unfortunately the pale skinned dreen has yet come accustom to the present time and how ‘people’ talked now a days. Her past early stages of life still lingers holding on to threads of her life, like her voice and how she acted at times.
It was then she read the last bits of Tsarr's mind and picked up on he is the prince...so the rumors were true. The northern dreens finally had a prince. But why hadn't she picked up on that in his mind? was he trying to protect his identity to lower classed strangers? A smirk laced her lips before letting it fade and tilting her head ever so lightly "Why hello prince." Laughing lightly at Tsarr's startle at everything that was happening she leaned a little closer to him speaking more to the boy in front of her "I think i might have brought them here, even though i dont know anyone here"Just meant for Tsarr even more promptly she admitted what he said in a more fashionable way. That's what everyone thinks brujen
word count: 785
Age: 17.5
Contact:
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IN CHARACTER
Name: Koelin. {Key - Oh - Lynn}
Age: 159
Gender: xx.
Alliance: Light
Breed: Shes a timber wolf
Pack: Alpha xx of the light lands.
Sample Post:
[oldoldoldold crappy too and with her human form]
Koelin's crooked smile seem to brighten even more seeing that the male had caught on that she could also read his mind. Hearing him say to find a perfect mate her bodice fell to the ground planting it's self quickly. "Well sorry to burst your bubble you wont be finding a mate anytime soon." It was true though because the alabaster dame in front of him was a loner, she seeked no comfort in 'companionship'. Think pad ticked for a few seconds before granting access to her first name in public. "Koelin. My names Koelin."
While trying to read the brute’s mind in front of her view, something else…more powerful than tiny bird minds and far bigger than insects was coming more in focus as it neared the waterfall. Another dreen’s mind caught the femora’s attention, scenes started to play rapidly in Koelin’s pad, a story of foggy happiness and gleaming silver. The other dreen was sure enough another male, and in fact his counterpart was a wolf; just like hers and just like Tsarr. She tried to read further, deeper into his cavity but she didn’t find answers, like he switched his mind to some other place and time. His skin pale and his hair white, it seemed to match her exactly besides the fact her hair was a little bit more blond than his.
More so curiosity sparked her mind as another presence of a huge mass guided its way close to the ‘meeting’. It did not take long o figure out this was a griffin shape shifting into an eagle then lion. It wasn’t till the thing got closer that she could be certain it be a griffin for the bloody thing appeared as its true half form. Amazingly it caught enough light that deep azures of the maiden’s couldn’t keep off of its sleek body. She had heard stories of Griffins but ones of their great battles long ago when the canines were first tossed here, they were already mythology; then again what was considered normal, and not a lot of Dreens have seen a life griffin in years. But to see one in the same clearing as herself let alone fairly close took her off guard for a mere few seconds until the mighty beast made himself known more by shifting into his human form without ease.
Words of memory from her foster mom fled back, “watch for the end of winter, the barons will mate without consent.” Going against her normal instincts the femora didn’t even read the opposing minds before acting quickly to a reminding memory. Sharp ivory daggers glint off the sunlight as ebony lips slowly creased back. Between snarling growls the contessa hissed words out “So this place isn’t ‘known’ by many dreens? So what do you call this…a welcoming party for a trespasser like me?” All four appendages stretched out as her slender frame tried to puff it’s self up to make her seem large, when in fact she was perhaps the smallest canis lupus perhaps ever recorded, she lacked great strength that could aid her against the canines but what she lacked she herself, made up for with attitude and if things got too hairy her speed was outrageous.
Clasping her lids shut she concentrated on being human again, personalities shifted a tad bit while body it’s self morphed seamlessly into her more appealing human self. As soon as she was certain that her body was done in its stage of trance Koelin cracked her peels back open slowly adjusting to the glaring sun now. “I’m sorry for accusing you of trickery Tsarr, I would like to ask for your forgiveness.” Unfortunately the pale skinned dreen has yet come accustom to the present time and how ‘people’ talked now a days. Her past early stages of life still lingers holding on to threads of her life, like her voice and how she acted at times.
It was then she read the last bits of Tsarr's mind and picked up on he is the prince...so the rumors were true. The northern dreens finally had a prince. But why hadn't she picked up on that in his mind? was he trying to protect his identity to lower classed strangers? A smirk laced her lips before letting it fade and tilting her head ever so lightly "Why hello prince." Laughing lightly at Tsarr's startle at everything that was happening she leaned a little closer to him speaking more to the boy in front of her "I think i might have brought them here, even though i dont know anyone here"Just meant for Tsarr even more promptly she admitted what he said in a more fashionable way. That's what everyone thinks brujen
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