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Wolfeh
IP: 98.166.213.182
Posted on October 23, 2011 at 01:19:47 PM by Momo

Dubbed Bird That Rides The Wind (Bird)
I have lived to be a adult
I was Born A Female
My grey-brown crown is held high and my rounded ears are taller then most, caused by the wind in the mountains were I used to live.My Iris is a gleaming Amber color with the black pupil sitting in the middle. Now my orbs are not some dull amber, They are like flames of fire that we wolves seem to fear, for fire causes death. Moving on, I have a long snout, with a black nose that is pink tipped. My ivories are lethal things, long and pearly white.

My crown connects to a long neck that is usually arched with elegance of breeding. The flesh around my neck is thin, giving little protection to my jugular. My pelt clings close here, thick and rough to the touch. My neck seems to not like anothers touch. My neck connects to a large, slightly thick boned chest. The bones here are slightly thicker, protecting my heart and lungs from being crushed. my flesh is thin here as well, pelt not thick at all, and silken soft to the touch.

My chest connects to a lean torso. The flesh clings tightly to the bones. My ribs show through my silken pelt. Each is thick bones, curving to protect my internal organs. My rump is muscled finely, helping me shove off the terrain as I runs across the terrain. Now under my torso is a soft underbelly. The flesh here is dewy pink and vulnerable to attack. A plume curls from my rump, long and slightly lean. The plume is usually around my pillars, even though I am a dominant.

Shooting from my torso are pillars. Each pillars are thin, well built things. The bones in the pillars are long, and thin built for speed and agility but not strength, even though I AM strong. The flesh clings to the bones, with the pelt thin here to the touch. Now each pillar ends in large, swift paws. These paws have rough pads that endure the hardest of terrains. My daggers are black things that click against building floors, and the dig into the dirt terrain.
Now, I have described my figure, but now will work on my pelt. My pelt is thick in some places, and thin in others. Most strands are silken soft to the touch but here and there, the pelt is a rough shield. My pelt is the perfect mixture of gray and brown. The brown and grey are not patches, no they are one. They dance across my hide as if they were humans, perfectly in step and in unison. Beautiful to appearance, and soft to the touch of another.

Markings are not in abundance on my pelt. I have Dark brown strands of hair at the tip of my banner, almost as though I dipped my plume in a pail of dark oak. My toes have lighter grey splashes on like, pale ashen that are orb-catching. Pale brown swirls around my orbs, almost like raccoons orbs but much more decent. I have splashes of pale grey upon my stomach as well, pale and not noticeable unless I roll onto my back, which isn't often. Really it is rare to see this marking.
Now another part of my appearance is my scar's.One Runs across my flank, curling around my left leg and stopping on this inside of my knee. It is a large scar, but thin in appearance and the palest of pinks, so only if you look hard will you notice it. Small, scars are against my shoulders and back, for living in the mountains was hard and most of my fellow wolves who lived there share this scar, from the sharp rocks that would tumble down the side of the mountain and land on us.
Independent;; Without a doubt, I make my own decisions and don't like anyone taking control of my life. If I think my opinion is worth hearing, I will give it without really paying attention to what you say. My life has always been about me doing what I have to do to keep myself alive. I won't take others orders without giving crap back. I need to know that you are a true leader who is worth my time before I even accept you. My independence has caused me to bring harm onto myself, but that does not mean anything. Everyone makes mistakes and mine just make my look imperfect to some. I like my independence and I always will. But my little sis and I stick together ‘till the end.
Intelligent;; I am a quiet a intelligent being. I have made plenty of mistakes, but no one is perfect, especially not me. I know how to survive, to get by in this world, and much more. Intelligence has given me the ability to form strategies, to keep myself alive, and to keep me ahead of those searching for me. I use this cunning part of myself to make sure no one will ever be able to figure me out, and to stay as far away from the true me as possible. I use my intelligence to please my alpha....sometimes.
Bitch;; Let me describe this little aspect of myself. I can be a total annoying lupine who cares for no one but myself. My harsh tongue causes your auds to bleed, and you to flinch back from the verbal onslaught. My bitchiness is a aspect gained from my history, and I will never not need to be this part of personality. It is part of my armor that guards my heart, my soul, and my body.



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