say hello to Timore//

[//Timore]

out of character
k a t i
that is my name, duhh.
i'm seventeen. turn eighteen august 30th!

aim;; awitsTWIGGY

in character
name// timore (ty-more)
it means fear.
age// 234
alliance// dark since birth
breed// arctic wolf

appearance//

Timore has a slender face and an agile physique. Thick white fur covers his entire body, as any other arctic wolf. He is rather large and has deep brown eyes and a long snout. His hackles are usually raised in defense. On the right of his mug is a scar, one that will forever haunt his memories of a fight.

pack choice// the plagued pack

e x a m p l e ;;

(museless post. i just wanted to make one so i could finally join ;P)

a heartless beast moved through snow covered terrain. a heartless beats that is my own persona. pads fell upon the inch of snow, marking my footfalls for hours now. halting by a large stone i turned my head to look south, the snow that drifted slowly from the navy azure above had hardly covered my tracks. cranium rolled forward once more and physique shifted into motion again. ligaments ached slightly from the hours of walking, yet i refused to rest. perhaps i was stubborn or perhaps i enjoyed the pain surging through my joints, begging me to stop and lay within the snow. wind threw itself in my direction, slashing my facade and forcing me to keep my mug pointed towards hell. i let forth a snarl, shaking my rib cage below a thick layer of ashen pelt. my tracks were quickly covered as a storm settled. the owl that had crowed its melody earlier ceased its tune. thankfully. my recordings no longer wished to hear it's lonely cries.

deep rouge visionaries scanned the land ahead at best quality it could. however, the storm had frosted over the entire lands and made everything rather difficult to spot. chassis rose and dropped downward with a large sigh, carbon dioxide flowing out into the atmosphere of twisting winds and sharp falling flakes of snow. embodiment filled with fatigue i pulled myself towards yet another large stone. climbing upon it i rested. the snow covered my pelt but i didn't dare move. the rest was much appreciated by my body and now standing would prove nearly impossible until my joints decided they were ready enough. as my cranial slowly moved toward folded paws a howl erupted over the lands. audits perked to their full extent on my scullery roof and leers moved back and forth over the terra firma. slight annoyance rustled within as muscles tensed below my thick pelt. however, the sound did not reoccur and so my head finally rested. drifting off into a very light sleep.

disturbed, probably only moments later, another howl creased the atmosphere. churlish nature slid forth within as bodice jolted upright and once more deep rouge visionaries scanned the terrain. lips curled and elongated ivories were revealed. snarls erupted within my chassis and i forced myself to calm. who ever it was out there, they were no ally, they were one unknown to me. i was new here, but i swore to make myself known..

[-- Skylark.]

Accepted, my friend.